All language subtitles for John.Wick.2014.1080p.WEB-DL.DD5.1

It looks like
the storm has passed.

New Yorkers, a season high,
seven inches
of rain last night.

High winds and flooding
in some areas

even left some
New Yorkers stranded.

City crews still working
this morning.

They're trying
to restore power

Good news is,
today should be sunny
with highs in the low 60s.

Relentless weather
these past few weeks.

So get out there,
enjoy the sun,

go to the park,
get outside if you can,

because it's not
gonna last long.

What are you doing, John?

Looking at you.

Come here.

Are you
still filming?

Just an anniversary...

It's been a while.

My condolences.

How're you holdin' up?

I keep asking "Why her?"

There's no rhyme
or reason to this life.

It's days like today
scattered among the rest.

Are you sure?

Don't blame yourself.

What are you really
doing here, Marcus?

Just checkin' up
on an old friend.

Goodbye, John.

John Wick?

Yes.

Sign here, please.

And the pen.

Sorry.

Here you go.
Good night.
Thanks.

"John, I'm sorry
I can't be there for you.

"But you still need something,
someone, to love.

"So start with this.
Because the car
doesn't count.

"I love you, John.

"This illness
has loomed over us
for a long time,

"and now that I have
found my peace, find yours.

"Until that day,
your best friend, Helen."

Hey.

Hey.

Daisy.

Of course.

Hey.

Come on.

I'm up. I'm up...

I'm up. I'm up.

Hey!

Oh.

Right.

What?

We'll grab you
some kibble later.

Nice ride.

Mustang.

Boss 429.

She a '70?

'69.

Huh.

Beautiful car.

Thanks.

How much?

Excuse me?

How much for the car?

She's not for sale.

Oh, I love dogs.

You have good day, sir.

All right, come on, then.

How you doin'?

You need to go?

Uh-huh.

Yo, Aurelio!

Ah?

I want a new VIN number
and some clean papers.

Where'd you get that car?

Is it here?

It was.

I asked you where
the hell did you get it?

Iosef Tarasov nicked it.

Viggo's son.

Yeah.

All right, get out of here.
Just get out of my shop.
Get out right now.

Did you just lose
your shit, Aurelio?

Because we own you.

What did you say?
What did you say to me?

We own you.

You don't own me, punk.

I work with your father,
all right?

The owner of that car,
did you kill him or what?

No.

I sure as hell
fucked up his dog.

You fucked up his dog?
That's what you did?

You fucked up his dog?

Yeah...

That's crazy shit, man.

Aw, look at you.
That's great.

You're gonna come into
my shop and you're gonna
pull a gun on me.

Ah, that's great, man.
Come on!

Now, either you kill me
right now

or you get the fuck
outta my shop!

Viggo is not
gonna like this.

How do you know
what Viggo likes
or doesn't like?

I'll tell you somethin'
he's gonna understand.

You've got a fuckin'
pair on you, old man!

I guess we'll be
takin' our business
someplace else.

So what
are you gonna do?

I need a ride.

Aurelio speaking.

I heard
you struck my son.

Yes sir, I did.

And may I ask why?

Yeah. Well, because he stole
John Wick's car, sir.

And, uh, killed his dog.

Oh.

Viggo?

Yeah?

They've agreed
to your terms.

I mean, it's not like
you gave them much

of a choice anyway,
though, right?

Congratulations.

Sir?

Have you seen my son?

How was your trip, kid?

We won't be hearing
from them anytime soon.

Or ever.

That's a nice jacket.

Thanks.
Yeah.

Should I go?

Viggo, English, please.
Come on...

Stay, God damn it!

What did I do?

We did
what you asked.

No one saw shit.

I'm not talking
about Atlantic City.

What, then?

You mean Aurelio's?
So I stole a fucking car!

Aw, fuck, Viggo!

Right, I'll go...
You stay!

It's not what you did, son,
that angers me so.

It's who you did it to.

Who? The fucking nobody!

That fuckin' nobody

is John Wick.

He once was
an associate of ours.

They call him Baba Yaga.

The Boogeyman?

Well, John wasn't exactly
The Boogeyman.

He was the one
you sent to kill
the fucking Boogeyman.

Oh.

John is
a man of focus,

commitment,

sheer will.

Something you know
very little about.

I once saw him kill
three men in a bar.

With a pencil.

With a fuckin'...

...pencil.

Then suddenly one day
he asked to leave.

It's over a woman,
of course.

So I made a deal with him.

I gave him
an impossible task.

A job no one
could have pulled off.

The bodies
he buried that day

laid the foundation
of what we are now.

And then, my son,

a few days
after his wife died,

you steal his car

and kill his fuckin' dog.

Father, I can
make this right.

Oh...

How do you plan that?

By finishing
what I started.

What the... Did he hear
a fucking word I said?

Iosef! Iosef! Listen!

Huh?

John will come for you.

And you will do nothing,

because you can do nothing.

So get the fuck
out of my sight!

Hello, John.

I heard about your wife,
and I'm sorry.

My condolences.

It seems to be fate,
or happenstance

or just bad fuckin' luck
caused our paths
to cross once again.

John?

Let us not resort to
our baser instincts

and handle this
like civilized men,
to move on...

What'd he say?

Enough.

Oh, God.

Task your crew.

How many?

How many do you have?

Evenin', John.

Evenin', Jimmy.

Noise complaint?

Noise complaint.

You, uh, workin' again?

No, just sortin'
some stuff out.

Ah, well...

I'll leave you be, then.

Good night, John.

Good night, Jimmy.

This is Wick.

Yes, John Wick,
that's right.

I'd like to make
a dinner reservation for 12.

Good to see you, John.

Charlie.

You look good.

And here I'd feared
you'd left all this behind.

Will I be hearin'
from you anytime soon?

Goodbye, Charlie.

John.

Of course he did.

Put a contract
on John Wick.

How much?

Two million.

English, Viggo, please.

Put Iosef in
the Red Circle and wait.

For what?

For John Wick, of course.

Thank you.

To what
do I owe this visit?

I have a job for you.

And I've got a phone.

Hmm.

I want to offer you
this face to face

seeing as how you
might find it personal.

Would you kill John Wick
for two million dollars?

After all, you were close.

Is the contract exclusive?

No, it's open.

It's a timely matter,
it has to be handled quickly.

Consider it done.

Thank you, Marcus.

I know I can trust you.
Thanks for the drink.

Room 918.
Do enjoy your stay.

Thanks.

Good seeing
you again, John.

Perkins.

I have you for two nights.

Depending on business,
it may be more.

Of course, sir.

So when did the old place
get a facelift?

Around four years ago.

But I assure you, sir,
she really hasn't
changed much.

Same owner?

Same owner.

Room 818.

And, as always,

it is a pleasure
having you with
us again, Mr. Wick.

What are
you doing, John?

Looking at you.

Come here.

Hello, Winston.

Jonathan.

Now, as I recall,

weren't you the one
tasked to dole out

the beatings,
not receive them?

Rusty, I guess.

To what do
we owe the pleasure?

Iosef Tarasov.

What about him?

I'd like to talk with him.

A talk, you say.

I'm familiar with
the parlance, Jonathan.

I want to ask you this.

Have you returned
to the fold?

Just visiting.

Have you thought
this through?

I mean, chewed down
to the bone?

You got out once.

You dip so much as a pinky
back into this pond,

you may well find
something reaches out

and drags you
back into its depths.

Where do I find him?

Hey.

Wick's at The Continental.

Welcome home, John.

We have a contact there
who's willing to
take him out for us.

Yeah?

How brazen.

If they're willing
to break the rules
of Continental,

double the bounty.

You know the rules.

No business
can be conducted
on these premises

lest incurring
heavy penalties.

Have a drink

and relax.

For now.

It's personal.

Holy shit! Jonathan!

Hey, Addy.
My God!

How long has it been?
Four years?

Five and change.

So tell me, how was life
on the other side?

It was good, Addy.

Far better than I deserved.

Hey, I'm sorry
to hear about your...

Thanks.

I've never seen
you like this.

Like what?

Vulnerable.

I'm retired.

Not if you're drinkin' here,
you're not.

Usual?
Please.

Compliments of the house.

Thanks.

Did you see
the tits on that girl?

Better hope Lita
is working tonight.

Are you scared of
the fuckin' boogeyman?

I'm not.

No. But you should be.

I want another bottle!

Right fuckin' now!
Go get me a bottle!

Come on!

Hello, Francis.

Mr. Wick.

Are you here
on business, sir?

Afraid so, Francis.

Why don't you
take the night off.

Thank you, sir.

Fuck you, motherfucker!

Where is Iosef?

Bath house, downstairs.

Go!

John Wick's there.
Go get him!

Move! He's here!
He's fucking here!
He's there! He's coming!

Get in! Get in!

Come on, come on!

Good evening, Mr. Wick.

Good evening.

How may I be of service?

Is the doctor in?

Yes, sir. 24/7.

Then send him up, please.
Yes, sir.

How good's your laundry?

I'm sorry to say that
no one's that good.

No. I thought not.

May I suggest
a drink, sir.

Bourbon, perhaps.

That sounds perfect.

So what sort of movement
am I looking at?

Well, if you're
lookin' to heal,

then keep it marginal.

However,
if you still have...

...business to attend to,

take two of
these beforehand.

Your stitches'll tear
and you'll bleed,

but you'll
have full function.

Do you need anything
for the pain?

No, I've got that covered.

Hey, John.

Perkins?

I thought
I'd let myself in.

I noticed.

I never knew Ms. Perkins
to get out of bed
for less than three.

Viggo's giving me four
to break hotel rules.

That's unwise,
I assure you.

You were always a pussy.

Yes?

I apologize for calling
you at this hour,

but we have received
a number of grievances

from your floor
concerning the noise.

My apologies.

I was dealing with
an uninvited guest.

Have you need
then of, say,

a dinner reservation,
perhaps?

Perhaps.
I'll have to get back
to you.

No!

Where's Iosef?

Fuck you.

Where's Viggo?

I'm not telling you shit!

Do you really wanna
die here, Perkins?

Give me somethin'.

Little Russia.

There's a church
near Cannon Court.

What about it?

It's a front.

It's where Viggo keeps
his private stash.

Thank you.

Do I know you?

I'm thinkin' so.

Hey, John.

Hey, Harry.

Everything all right?

Yeah. Everything's fine.

I'll leave you
to it, then.

Hey, Harry?

You keen on
earning a coin?

Babysittin'
the sleepin' one?

Catch and release?

Catch and release.

My son,
how might I help you?

Motherfucker!

Let's go to the vault.

Open it.

Viggo will kill me.

Uh-huh.

Ladies, out.

Honestly,

what do you think
you're going to do
with all of that?

This.

Don't worry.

Housekeeping will find you.

Treat all your ladies
like this?

You are no lady.
Trust me.

Harry, is it?

How'd you like to earn
more than just a gold coin?

You've broken the rules.

You've done business
on Continental grounds.

And management
does not take kindly
to that sort of behavior.

Fuck management.

Don't worry.
Housekeeping will find you.

Ashes to ashes.

Can we recover from this?

Viggo, you know
what was
in that vault, right?

It was nothing.

Shit!

Come on!

I'll say this, John.

They sure as fuck
broke the mold with you.

Ay, ay...

You always had
a certain...

...audacity about you,
you know.

Right? Oh, yeah.

I can say you're
still very much
the John Wick of old.

Am I?

People don't change.
You know that.

Times, they do.

Do you know what
was in that vault?

Artwork, cash,
not without its worth,

but the leverage
I had on this city,

audio recordings,
physical evidence,
blackmail,

it was fuckin' priceless!

Priceless!

Yeah. I kind of
enjoyed that.

Yeah,
I know you did.

Yeah.

Are you really laughing?

So...

Then you got married, ah?
Settled down.

How did you manage
that anyways?

Luck, I guess.

Yeah.

Yeah, while you had
your wife, I had my son.

And believe me,
you had a far better deal.

And then you left.

And the way
you got out,

lying to yourself that
the past held no sway
over the future.

But in the end,

a lot of us are rewarded
for our misdeeds,

which is why
God took your wife

and unleashed
you upon me.

This life follows you.

It clings to you,

infecting everyone
who comes close to you.

We are cursed,
you and I.

On that we agree.

Finally, common ground.

Okay.

Step aside.

Give me your son.

John Wick.

It was just a fucking car!
Just a fuckin' dog!

Just a dog...

Viggo?

Yeah.

When Helen died,
I lost everything.

Until that dog arrived
on my doorstep.

A final gift from my wife.

In that moment,
I received some
semblance of hope.

An opportunity
to grieve unalone.

And your son

took that from me!

Oh, come on...

Stole that from me!

Killed that from me!

People keep asking
if I'm back.

And I haven't really
had an answer.

But now, yeah,
I'm thinkin' I'm back!

So you can either
hand over your son...

...or you can die
screaming alongside him!

Cool it, cool it, cool it,
cool it, cool it!

John!

Where is he?
Shit.

Shit!

I have your word that
if I tell you where he is,

you'll let me walk away?

Pull the contract.

Done.

He's kept in a safe house.
Brooklyn.

434 Wallace Place.

They know you're coming.

Of course.

But it won't matter.

Will you stop playing
the fucking video game?

Will you stop playing
that fucking video game?

Get down, get down!

Come on, come on!
Get down, get down!

Make the arrangements.

Thank you.

Our pleasure, sir.

A parting gift.
From the management.

Compensation for
last night's unfortunate

incident.

How many times
do I have to save your ass?

I appreciate it.

Of course.

You look terrible.

No, I look retired.

Retired?

You really believe that?

You made a new life.

You'll find your way
back to it.

It's time to go home.

Let's get on with this,
whatever the fuck this is.

Hello, Marcus.

This is John.

I appreciate you
granting my son
a swift death.

I wouldn't know
how to reply
to that either.

Marcus betrayed me.

You pulled the contract.

And while it was open,
you had every chance,

every opportunity
to kill John Wick.

And if you had
done your job,

my son would
be still alive!

And in so doing,

he broke the cardinal rule.

Thank you.

Ms. Perkins.

Why am I not surprised?

In for a penny,
in for a pound.

So, John,
I had no choice.

I always liked you, Marcus.

The last of the old guard.

Oh.

But unlike the others,
you go out on my terms.

God! No!

No, my good sir.

I go out on my own.

See?

Well played, old friend.

We done, Viggo?

We're done.

Okay. Here.

Thank you.

Yeah. Fuel the chopper.

Ms. Perkins,
I apologize for
calling you at this hour.

Ms. Perkins,

your membership
to the Continental
has been,

by thine own hand,
revoked.

I know what
you're thinking, Jonathan.

We live by a code.

Which is why I'm not
the one telling you that

a certain helicopter
at a certain helipad

is being fueled for
a certain someone.

Have you got my cigarettes?

Yeah, I got your cigarettes.

Oh, fuck!

Yeah. Super.
Come on, let's go. Faster!

The helicopter's
right down there.
Come on! Let's go!

Oh, shit!

Goddamn,
I knew he'd come.

What's fuckin' wrong
with this guy?

Somebody give me a gun.
Who's got a gun?

Oh, God!

That was a good one.

Who's got a gun?

Fuck!

Viggo, the helicopters,
right over there.
We have to get over there.

Ah!

Oh, my God,
I need a gun.

English, please.

Good luck.

Russian cocksucker.

Ah!

Fuck!

No!

No more guns, John.

No more bullets.

No more bullets.

Just you and me, John.

You and me.

What happened, John?

We were professionals.
Civilized.

Do I look civilized to you?

Be seeing you, John.

Yeah.

Be seeing you.

Come on, John.
Let's go home.

It's okay.

Let's go home.