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So tell him, for something, Mr. Punisher, sir.

Took the out to the range.

James, be careful.

Shut up kid. You're gonna be fine.

My men is concerned.

Head for the port. Do your monkey thing. Get over the security fence. Hand out the money.

I shadowed his every step for the last five years.

I look horrible.

The case Donatelli was working on.

You know how the cops are always running those guns buy backs?

Pittsy, get me some money.

That's all I have.

Do you wanna die?

I've been looking for you.

Well I'm going with you.

This is what you deserve.

As long as she's got her cooking shows, she's good.

It's the best one I got.

4 years, this Punisher has been wreaking havoc.

No one's more pissed off about it than I am!

How'd it go down? Huh?

Ink, cut these off. Now.

Never once seen a banger that could quit. Too fucking stupid.

Thanks brother.

Is this it boss? - Yeah.

You're a fucking saint.

And we'd like to offer you the opportunity...

Something to help out. -No.

Ok, let's do this.

You mind explaining it to me...

And at the end of it, the Punisher will be dead.

It's the only thing she notices.

Who's it to be, your fat friend right here?

I'll take care of this guy.

and you didn't do a goddamn thing about it.

I've got all my men trying to find out what your late colleague came across when he went under.

Partner is a little bit of an exaggeration.

We can manage on our own.

The other conditions of our agreement?

I'm sorry. -I said shut up.

This deal is going down tonight?

Probably going up to the rag heads in Queens.

He had a family.

You want me to tell you when something happens to...

What do you think?