If we all remember our roles, I'll be able to deliver my little message and go. The gist of the message is pretty simple. I'm going to kill you. Really, reeeeally painfully. So, what say we just get started on that?
I didn't let you beat me, Wade. I mean, I shoved my sword through your chest! Truth is... You're that good. You've always been that good. Which won't even get you a cup of coffee until you figure out how to be a professional...
I got this...memory thing. I pick up anyone's moves just by seein' 'em. That's a lotta data. More'n my brain's got room for, I guess. So I...forget things. Things that ain't about combat, about survival. People, places...I can't remember what I did last week. By Monday, I probably won't remember this conversation. I wanted ta fight you 'cause...I thought if I remembered your moves, I might remember you.
When you get down to it, it’s just work. Everyone’s got to work, right? You got to eat, got to put a roof over your head…and these outfits don’t come cheap. Throw some henchmen in the mix and buddy, you can’t afford to take it easy. So you do dirty deeds for dirtier dollars. Industrial espionage, muscle work, bodyguarding… … Murder… Hell, even the lowest of the low… … Golf.
You don’t work for crazy people for as long as I have without learning to feel out when you’re being played. It’s why I’ve instituted a strict “No Nazis” business policy. A cushy job from Baron Zemo inevitably turns into The Punisher running you over with a truck. Nobody needs that kind of grief. But mark my words. Someone’s playing me.
This stinks. Fury said it was my plan. And it is. I came up with it, from start to finish. But it's not, is it? Not really. This whole thing, this whole situation... It's a part of someone else's plan. And me, Fury, The Widow... We're all just playing our parts. Like suckers. And I hate being a sucker.
My, my, eager little beaver, ain't ya? But maybe ya wouldn't be--if ya knew about my "photographic reflexes"! 'Cause within limitations, once I see something' done, I can duplicate it exactly! An' that includes--your speed and agility!
That gig -- the Villain Schools -- I had to get out of it. Think about it. All my clients were guys who needed training. It was always, "C'mon, Tasky, front me the training. I'll make good after my first job. I'm gonna be huge, man. You just gotta teach me that badass Punisher move I saw on Entertainment Tonight." And the heroes, swinging in to bust up the free enterprise, I'm engaged in. And every time they do? I gotta find a new abandoned warehouse or a new abandoned drilling platform or, would it had never been so, a new circus to take over. Overhead? You don't know what overhead is until you've see what a guy gets paid to scoop up elephant %?$#.