[There are a lot of things about Frank most people wouldn't believe. And plenty call bullshit. Caleb... didn't. That endeared the man to him even more. it was like he could look at all the shit and awfulness and still find something good. Most with that perspective aren't here, they aren't Marines.

Caleb Page as going to be a hell of a Marine. If he wasn't going to be dishonorably discharged if he's caught.]

I will in a minute.

[Last sip and he clunks the bottle down.]

What kinda magic trick do you think he's doing?

[Frank stops watching the bartender and Caleb. The bartender has something in his palm that he slips across the countertop, laying flat. What is it? A number? Instructions? Jesus he can't take any more of this.]

What are you trying to say about our brother, Robbie?

[Immediately on the defensive. Frank Castle, everybody.]