The Punisher: Dirty Laundry

[Frank walks out of the laundromat as Goldtooth's thugs mug DeShawn. He looks at Goldtooth]

Goldtooth:
The f*** you doin' here?

Frank Castle:
Laundry.

Goldtooth:
[Approaches Frank] You like breathing?

[Goldtooth then shows his gun under his pants]

Frank Castle:
Usually.

Goldtooth:
Get the f*** outta here, old man.

[Frank walks away to the convenience store across the street]

[Frank bludgeons the thugs with the bottle of Jack Daniel's. Goldtooth points his gun at Frank, but DeShawn bites his leg while Frank throws the bottle at his face. Frank then disarms Goldtooth before breaking his right arm and both legs]

Goldtooth:
[Screaming in pain] F***! Help! F*** you! F*** you! F***! Help!

[Frank picks up the bottle and opens it]

Frank Castle:
Do you know the difference... between justice... and punishment?

Goldtooth:
What?

[Frank pours the whiskey all over Goldtooth, who screams in pain and cries for help. He then drops the bottle and pulls a lighter from his pocket]

Goldtooth:
F*** you!

[Frank places the lighter on the ground in front of Goldtooth before walking back to the laundromat]

[Frank walks back to his van with his laundry. DeShawn approaches him with a black t-shirt in his hand]

DeShawn:
Hey mister. You... you dropped this.

Frank Castle:
Keep it. It's got a hole in it anyway.

[as Frank drives off, DeShawn unfolds the t-shirt to reveal the Punisher logo]

[the gang surrounds DeShawn and starts to mug him when Goldtooth returns to the scene after raping a prostitute in a back alley]

Goldtooth:
The f*** is this? You crossin' my street? You gotta pay the toll. You see, there's two ways to get off this street: you work for me, or the other way.

DeShawn:
I ain't gonna run drugs for you.

Goldtooth:
[laughs] I love this kid. I was kinda hopin' you'd say that.

[Goldtooth gets up and turns around before snapping his fingers, signalling his thugs to rough up DeShawn]

[Frank enters the convenience store and grabs a bottle of Yoo-hoo. The handicapped clerk rolls to the back of the cashier counter]

Big Mike:
We got a special on Bourbon.

[Frank places the Yoo-hoo on the counter]

Big Mike:
I meant vodka.

Frank Castle:
I'm six months sober.

[Frank turns around to see the mugging continue as he grabs the Yoo-hoo and drinks it at the front door while watching]

Big Mike:
F***in' animals. Makes you want to do somethin', don't it?

[Opens his flask and drinks]

[Frank turns around]

Big Mike:
Couple of years back, that was me standing right where you are now, looking out that door. The difference was, a little girl back there.

[Drinks his whiskey]

Frank Castle:
What did you do?

Big Mike:
I walked out there.

[sighs]

Big Mike:
Three tours at the Sandbox, not so much as a scratch.

[Looks at his legs]

Big Mike:
I come home to this sh*t.

Frank Castle:
Always a war on somewhere.

[Drinks his Yoo-hoo]

Big Mike:
[Rolls back to the counter] 'Why f***in' bother?' That's my motto. If the Almighty struck those savages down today, there just be five more to replace them by tomorrow.

[Pours whiskey into a tin cup]

Big Mike:
Nothing makes a difference. The whole world is burning down, my friend. At least I got me a front row seat for it. Buck fifty for the Yoo-hoo.

[Frank approaches the counter and puts down a $20 bill]

Frank Castle:
Bottle of Jack.

[Clerk looks at Frank]