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?
