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"You and I-we're not lucky. We are blessed." ~ Maria Castle

"I bored the chambers and customized the triggers, and added some compensators. They used to be pretty good, but now they're nail-drivers." ~ Castle's Dad

"My father and mother send their regards. This time they're not blanks." ~ John Saint, just before he shoots Frank

"You're supposed to be dead!" ~ Micky Duka

"Quentin Glass. Been with Howard twenty years. The family consigliere, lawyer, CPA...and a sadist. Who knows what's going on with this guy?" ~ Micky Duka

"You are not a nice person." ~ Micky Duka

"Our mother always put her cash in the mattress, which, I thought it was a good idea-until the house burned down. It was a big fire. She lost everything. That's what happens when you don't watch your money. You lose everything, Howard. Everything." ~ Mike Toro

Agent Weeks: To Frank Castle–the finest soldier, the finest undercover op, the finest man I've ever known. What will I do without you?
Frank Castle: Get a girlfriend.

(Quentin Glass watches impassively while three hoodlums beat and kick Micky Duka.)
Quentin Glass: You sell homegrown pot by the ounce, Micky, not by the barrel. You sell badly-forged fake passports to Haitians. So what inspired you to become the Mr. Universe of international arms dealers? Micky, you should apologize for the death of Mr. Saint's youngest son.
Micky Duka: Okay, I know how it looks, but Bobby, he buys pot from me. And, and when he found out what I was doing, he insisted on coming in. He put up half the cash. He came of his own free will! (One of the hoodlums kicks him.) If you're gonna kill me, will you leave my face alone - for my mother?
Quentin: We just made your bail. Now, if I'd wanted to kill you I would have left you in jail, where we have friends, and in a way I can only describe as deeply pornographic, you would have been killed. But you're a small piece of shit, and I don't want the Karma of your death on my conscience. But on the other hand, maybe I don't believe in karma. So, guys–
Micky: No, no, no! I'll tell you anything you wanna know!
Quentin: Then this'll be quick. I want to know one thing only: who brokered the deal?
Micky: His name's Otto Krieg. And if it's any comfort to Mr. Saint, he's dead too.
Howard Saint, (entering): Well, it's not. It's actually no comfort at all. But what might be comforting to me is watching the slow death of the man who was supposed to be taking care of my son and making sure he did not get into trouble.

(At the city morgue)
Howard Saint: He was such a special boy...
Police Detective: Sir, are you confirming that this is your son, Robert Saint?
Saint: He deserved better. Someone lied to him - promised him one thing, gave him another. Do you know that I used to have to dress him till he was thirteen? I'd tie his ties and comb his hair...I'll have to get him a new suit. (He kisses his son's forehead.) Who is Otto Krieg? Who are the people who work for him? Who are his friends? Who would stand to make money from this deal? Tell me.
Detective: We can't talk about the case, Mr. Saint. Now, I understand your grief, but for your own safety, leave this to the professionals.
Saint: Professionals...yes. I'll do that. I'll do that. Goodbye, son.

Quentin Glass: His real name's Frank Castle. Senior agent, just got the Bureau's London desk. His alias, connections, apartments in Europe-none of it was real. Not even his death.
Howard Saint: Well, maybe it was. Maybe he died and came back to life so he could die again.
Quentin: You have your chance. He's leaving for London next week, and he's at a family reunion in Puerto Rico.
Saint: I think you should be there, so you can come back and tell Livia how he dies.
Quentin: All right.
Livia Saint: Wait. (She lifts her veil.) His family. His whole family.

Candelaria: Vaya con Dios, Castle. Go with God.
Frank Castle: God's gonna sit this one out.

Howard Saint, raising his glass: To Bobby.
Quentin Glass and John Saint: To Bobby.
Livia Saint: To a score settled.

(Neighbors watch while Frank Castle revs his souped-up car's engine.)
Bumpo: It's really loud. Is it supposed to be that loud?
Dave: Oh, it's beautiful!
Joan: He hasn't slept all week.
Bumpo: How do you know?
Joan: 'Cause I haven't slept all week.

Micky Duka: Stay away from me, Castle! I got friends, you know.
Frank Castle: Let's talk about your friends.
Micky: Make your own friends, buddy. I'm not saying nothin'. I talk to you, they'll kill me.
Castle: If you don't help me, I'll kill you now, Mick.
Micky: The Saints tell me nothing!
Castle: Nothing? They pay your rent...your legal bills. You should know something.
Micky: What's the torch for?
Castle:Two thousand degrees, Mick. Enough to turn steel into butter. It won't hurt at first. It's, uh, too hot, you see? The flame sears the nerve endings shut, killing them. Then you'll go into shock...and all you'll feel is...cold. Isn't science fun, Micky?

(Dave and Bumpo hear agonized screams coming from Castle's apartment.)
Bumpo: Should we call the police?
Dave: Let's...stay out of it. He's a very scary man.
Bumpo: He's killing someone and we're next.
Dave: Exactly!

[John calls his father, who's out golfing]
John Saint: [on the phone] Pop? You're not gonna believe this.
Howard Saint: Oh, I think I might.
[the camera pans down to reveal Frank Castle's headstone, dumped near a hole]

(Castle shows up at a press conference at police headquarters.)
Detective: Castle? Where have you been?
Castle: It's been five months since my family was killed. I don't see one man in jail.
Chief Morris: Obviously, you're upset–
Castle: Upset? Is that the word? I used to get upset when I had a flat tire. I used to get upset when a plane was delayed. I used to get upset when the Yankees won the Series. So if that's what "upset" means, then how do I feel now? If you know the word, tell me, because I don't.

Dave, (reading from computer screen): He speaks six languages–he did two tours in the 12th Special Ops CTU.
Bumpo: What's "CTU"?
Dave: Counter-Terrorism Unit.

Howard Saint: How is he still alive? I don't know, Quentin, I wasn't there. Why is he still alive? Now that...that is an interesting question. Maybe he's meant to suffer more, I don't know. But how can we make him suffer if we can't find him?
Quentin Glass: He's daring us.
Saint: No, no. He, he misses his family and he wants to die. He's asking for help-so let's help him.

Joan: I, uh, I've lived in seven cities in seven years, and in each one I've managed to find the one guy who'll treat me the worst. But I'm trying to fix that. You're Castle.
Castle: Used to be.
Joan: We saw you on T.V.
Castle: I don't have one.
Joan: I'm Joan. Dave's the one with all the, uh, the metal? And Bumpo's the one that...well, you can probably figure out which one Bumpo is. We're really sorry.
Castle: About what?
Joan: About your family.
Castle: Did you know them?
Joan: No.
Castle: I'm over it.
(Through the door, Joan sees a whiskey bottle on the table in Castle's otherwise bare apartment.)
Joan: Don't let your memories kill you.
Castle: They won't kill me.

Castle: Do I know you?
Harry Heck: I know you. You're that boy in the newspaper - came back from the dead.
Castle: I didn't catch your name.
(Harry Heck holds up a guitar case with his name engraved on it.)
Harry Heck: You like that song? I wrote that for you. I'm gonna sing it at your funeral.

(Castle has joined his neighbors for dinner in Joan's apartment.)
Joan: I know it's not Thanksgiving, but, um, I'd like us all to say what we're thankful for. I'll start. Um...I'm thankful to be alive this year. And to have a job, and to be sober.
Dave: Yeah - I'm thankful for my mom...getting out of jail. You now, it's, it's cool. And this girl gave me her number...which is also cool.
Bumpo: Thanks for leftovers-I'm full. Thanks for Diet Pepsi. And thanks for good neighbors.
(There is a long, awkward silence while everyone stares at Castle.)
Castle: Thanks for dinner.
. . .
Joan: I know what it's like. I know what it's like to try and make your memories go away. You can make new memories. Good ones. Good memories can save your life.
Castle: I'm not what you're looking for.

Quentin Glass: Where's Castle? (Dave and Bumpo stare at the floor.) Frank Castle. Who lives here. (to Bumpo) I asked you a question, fat man.
Dave: Leave him alone.
Quentin: Then I'll ask you. Where's Castle?
Dave: He's not here.
Quentin: Really? Are you sure?
Dave: (mumbles unintelligibly.)
Quentin: What did you say? Hmm? I'm having a difficult time hearing you.
Dave: I said, "I'm not saying shit".
Quentin: I don't want you to say "shit", I want you to answer me. You don't want to say anything about anything you might know? (He gets a set of pliers from tool cabinet and sits facing Dave.) Well, maybe we should get to know each other better. What's your name?
Dave: Dave.
Quentin: You go to school around here? (Dave shakes his head.) You don't go to school?
Dave: No. No, I dropped out.
Quentin: You dropped out? You're not doing drugs, are you?
Dave: Not right now...
Quentin: And what are you doing with all this stuff? What is that?
Dave: Piercings.
Quentin: Piercings. Did it hurt when you did that?
Dave: Not really.
Quentin: You like that, when it hurt a little bit?
Dave: No.
Quentin, pointing to eyebrow ring: That's a special one there, isn't it? Is that your favorite? That's hard to get.
Dave: Yeah.
Quentin, fiddling with pliers: Answer my question, please.
Dave: No.
Quentin: Come here. (He reaches for Dave's eyebrow ring with pliers.)
Dave: No... NO! (Quentin pins Dave's head and grabs the ring.)
Quentin: (to Bumpo) Your friend's about to have a bad day. You can save him by talking. It doesn't have to be this way. (to Dave) You think you know about pain, boy? What do you know about pain? Huh? (He rips out eyebrow ring; Dave screams.) That's okay, that's okay. Dave? Li'l Dave? Are you gonna tell me?

(Joan and Frank Castle ride elevator to ground floor, where Bumpo tends to the mangled Dave.)
Bumpo: Look what they did to him...
Dave: They tried to make me talk. I gave 'em nothing.
Castle: You don't know me. You don't owe me anything. I've brought you nothing but trouble. Why are you ready to die for me?
Dave: Because...you're one of us. You're family.

John Saint: Where have you been? Where's Quentin?
Howard Saint: Oh, well...he's wrapped up in something.
John: I called home. No one was there.
Howard: Your mother's gone.
John: What?
Howard: She took the train.

Joan: Say you kill them all; what then? What makes you any different from them?
Castle: They have something to lose.

Frank Castle: Howard Saint. HOWARD SAINT! (Saint stops, turns to face him.) You took everything from me.
Howard Saint: You killed my son!
(In the building behind Castle, John Saint's scream is followed by an explosion.)
Castle: Both of them.

Frank Castle: You're right. Good memories can save your life. When Dave gets out of the hospital, check the cupboard. I left something — for all of you.
Joan: You're leaving?
Castle: I have work to do. Read your newspaper every day. You'll understand.
Joan: Which section?
Castle: Obituaries.

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