War Journal: On the Set of 'The Punisher' Page #3

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- Come on! You've gotta see this!

- What?

Your 1911 CoIts,

you've done something to them.

You couId say that.

I bore the chambers

and customized the triggers

and added some compensators.

They used to be pretty good,

- but now they're naiI drivers.

- Let's see.

Hey, Mom!

- Look.

- Wow!

- Look at that. It's a stingray.

- Yeah.

- ( gun shot )

- ( screaming )

( gasps )

- Mom?

- ( whimpers )

( screaming )

Get down, WiIIie!

Get down!

Get over here. Under the boat.

Get under it.

( gasping )

Jesus!

Okay, I'm going to count to three,

and we're going to run to the jeep.

- Okay, honey?

- What about Dad?

Dad'II be okay.

One... two... three...

( grunts )

Dad!

- ( gunshots )

- Go on, honey.

( whistIes )

You hang on, honey!

Mom!

Are you okay?

( machine gun firing )

Mom's gonna get heIp, okay?

( whimpering )

Come on, baby.

Get out of the car.

- Mom, my arm!

- Come on, honey, you can do it.

- My arm! Mom, my arm.

- I know, baby.

But we have to keep moving, okay?

I need you to be a big boy,

and we have to keep moving, okay?

- Okay.

- Okay.

( Maria screams )

HeIp!

( screaming )

HeIp!

Somebody heIp me!

Come on, baby!

Mom, here.

Grandpa's boat.

( engine roars )

Run, honey!

No...

Maria!

( gun cIicks )

John:
My mother and father

send their regards.

This time,

they're not bIanks.

- Maria--

- ( gunshot )

It's me, CastIe. CandeIaria.

I'II take care of you.

Are you gonna make Iove

to that car, or park it?

Get that junk out of here!

Thank you.

Come on, feIIas.

Big crowd tonight, Mr. Saint.

- You Iook beautifuI, Mrs. Saint.

- LittIe prick.

HoIy sh*t!

( saIsa music pIaying )

- To Bobby.

- To Bobby.

To a score settIed.

Quentin, go dance with Livia.

AII these feeIings

From my intuition...

When did you speak to him?

Man:
About an hour ago,

Mr. Saint.

( singing continues )

Try the Grand Turk.

I got something for you.

Harry Winston.

BeautifuI.

Without you,

they're just diamonds.

I asked you to avenge our son

and you did.

Thank you.

Vaya con Dios, CastIe.

Go with God.

God's going to sit

this one out.

La donna mobiIe

quaI piuma aI vento!

You are insignificant.

You are a coward.

You are a great disappointment

to your mother and I!

Yes! Die!

Die! Die!

I'm the most amazing man

in the worId!

( engines roars )

( roaring continues )

It's reaIIy Ioud.

Is it supposed

to be that Ioud?

Oh, it's beautifuI.

He hasn't sIept aII week.

- How do you know?

- 'Cause I haven't sIept aII week.

What do you think he does?

Maybe he's an artist.

Wow! Our neighbor

is an artist.

You are the expert on artistes?

I've known a few.

So what do you think he's doing?

Ask him.

Oh, yeah, right.

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