Original subtitles

" I am the way i nto the city of woe .

" I am the way i nto eternal pai n .

" I am the way to go among the lost.

" Before me, there were no created th i ngs.

" But those that last forever.

"As do l !

"Abandon al l hope you who are about to enter here ."

You are now i n the presence

of the motherfucki n' ki ng !

You ready, John?

Yeah .

Move! Joh n W ick!

M r. W ick.

To what do l owe the pleasu re?

My ri ng .

My freedom .

You r ri ng is gone,

l i ke The Elder before me .

And if you came here th i nki ng you cou ld end th is by ki l l i ng me,

then you are m istaken .

My death wi l l not change the outcome any more than you can change your nature.

None of us can escape who we are,

and no one escapes The Table .

And the on ly way Joh n W ick wi l l ever have freedom or peace, now or ever,

is i n death .

I know.

I 'm afraid you've come a very long way

for nothi ng .

Yeah ...

not real ly.

The manager, please.

A Harbi nger is here to see you , si r.

This m ust be a m istake.

There is no m istake.

By order of the Marq u is, Vi ncent Bisset de Gramont,

this hotel has been condem ned .

You have one hou r.

He is expecti ng you .

Can they do this , si r?

The decree is signed by the 1 2 mem bers of The Table,

givi ng the Marqu is the power of autem imperator

which means he is now ou r j udge , j ury and ...

Evacuate the hotel .

Ned Kel ly's fi nal words

as the hangman sl i pped the noose arou nd his neck were

"Such is l ife. "

"Such is l ife. " Can you i magi ne the acceptance, the defiance?

Today is not the day you wi l l d ie.

Of that, l am su re .

You have the u nshakeable faith of David , my friend ,

but you should n't be here .

This wi l l not be pleasant.

Such is l ife, si r.

My father used to say,

" How you do anyth i ng is how you do everythi ng . "

Cal led it the fi rst and the last rule of l ife .

You bel ieve i n ru les ...

M r. Manager?

Oh , l do.

And what of consequences?

Of cou rse.

And second chances .

Ah . That's where we d iffer,

you and l .

Second chances

are the refuge of men who fai l .

There are those on The Table

who blame this, u m , atrocity on New York.

They bel ieve it's th is city.

The Table has i nd ulged this fucki ng place for too long .

And look where that has gotten us.

I shot hi m .

And yet he l ives ,

pol l uti ng everyth i ng he touches .

Marq uis, respectful ly, my hotel ...

You r hotel ?

If l m ight, si r?

By al l means .

The Conti nentals and thei r management are a rem i nder

to al l who sit beneath The Table

that none of us are above the rules .

And yet we are here.

Si r, M r. W ick ...

We're not here because of Joh n W ick!

He is si m ply the face of you r fai l u re , M r. Manager.

The sand i n that glass is merely an echo of my remai ni ng patience .

You are no longer N ew York.

You are nothi ng .

You are Excom m un icado.

And as such ...

you no longer need the services of a concierge.

It has been an honor,

my friend .

It shou ld have been me.

Yes.

But it wasn't.

Now, you thi n k about why that is ,

and perhaps one of us wi l l have benefited from th is conversation .

I have a name for you .

Respectful ly,

l 'm reti red .

Fi n ished . Done .

I d isagree.

I 'm no use to you .

Or The Table.

That's not for you to decide .

I thi n k you shou ld fi nd someone else.

You came close .

Today.

Too close.

You put her i n danger.

I know the deal l made.

A former associate , l bel ieve.

He was .

And a friend .

The ag reement with The Table stays the same.

We give you a name ,

you give us a l ife .

Or...

we take one .

I wi l l serve.

I wi l l be of service.

Excel lent!

I assu me you have a notion of where he m ight be?

Joh n W ick has few friends remai ni ng i n the world ,

and even fewer he trusts

with h is l ife.

Very, very good .

Welcome to the Osaka Conti nental . How can l hel p?

Yeah , l 'm looki n' for a room .

I 'm afraid this faci l ity doesn't al low an i mals .

Emotional support an i mal .

-She's you r su pport ani mal? -Other way rou nd .

I 'm hers . lsn't that right?

She stays i n you r room .

Enjoy your stay, si r.

It's not too bad .

Not bad at al l .

There is a dog i n my lobby.

-Emotional su pport ani mal . -Of cou rse it is .

Tomorrow's sched u le. Mr. Suzu ki at 11 : 00

and the Tarasovs are req uesti ng an aud ience at 2 : 00.

W hat's th is at 8:00?

Di n ner with your daughter.

She says she's concerned you've been worki ng too hard .

W hat m ust l have done to deserve such a considerate chi ld?

-Good karma , l su ppose. - l ndeed .

And how are ou r guests?

Some of our gold cl ub mem bers are anxious .

It's always somethi ng .

And today it's New York.

-And my concierge? -Concerned .

Perhaps we should get you an emotional support an i mal .

We've done nothi ng to offend The Table.

You r relationshi p with M r. W ick is no secret.

The Table wi l l come.

And ...

wi l l be met with our grace.

Everyth i ng he touches d ies .

Forgive me, Father.

Aki ra .

Please tel l my daug hter that l look forward to our d i n ner.

Apparently not.

Ki l l i ng the Elder was a m istake , my friend .

Thei r response was the destruction of the New York Conti nental .

My daughter fears we are next.

W i nston?

Al ive , but they executed h is concierge

to prove a poi nt.

Have you g iven any thought to

where this ends?

The Table wi l l never stop.

You know this.

It only takes l ife

and on ly g ives death .

Koj i ...

Friendshi p means l ittle when it's conven ient.

Welcome to the Osaka Conti nental . How can l hel p?

The manager.

Por favor.

Of cou rse.

Please, make you rself comfortable.

The on ly path th is leads to is death .

I 'm goi ng to ki l l them al l .

I bel ieve you'l l try.

But no one, not even you , can ki l l everyone .

You want to d ie?

That's you r choice .

A good death

only comes after a good l ife .

You and l left a good l ife beh i nd a long ti me ago, my friend .

Father, The H igh Table.

W hat is he doi ng here?

M r. W ick is ou r guest.

Father...

l 'l l tal k to them . They don't know you're here.

Stay with M r. W ick.

Hai.

Welcome to the Osaka Conti nental , gentlemen .

How may l be of service?

The Table has reason to bel ieve

that th is faci l ity is provid i ng services ...

That is a grave accusation .

We wi l l req ui re ful l access to you r hotel .

Of cou rse.

But as you are wel l aware ,

no busi ness ,

not even your ki nd of busi ness, may be cond ucted on Conti nental g rou nds .

So, l 'm goi ng to have to ask you to surrender you r fi rearms .

We speak for the Marq uis .

And l speak for Osaka .

You r g u ns , please.

Don't repeat the m istake that fool i n New York made.

Fools tal k, cowards are si lent

but wise men l isten .

So which one wi l l you be?

Hel lo,

old friend .

So good of you to visit after al l these years .

-You are with them now? -No.

-No. -You r daug hter?

M ia?

Al ive .

And you r daug hter Aki ra?

Wel l .

I 'm glad .

You know...

we don't have to end th is with blood .

Then leave.

No one defies The Table.

I remem ber once you u nderstood that.

And l remem ber a ti me

when you u nderstood the meani ng of brotherhood .

Enough !

By order of the Marq u is de Gramont,

this hotel has been deconsecrated .

Step aside.

Don't do this, Koj i .

I 'm sorry.

Get out.

Secu re the hotel .

Fi nd W ick.

If they fi nd you here , The Table wi l l ki l l my father, me,

everyone , because you broke the ru les.

You should n't have come.

You armed?

Hai.

Hey!

Bl i nd man !

Do you r job!

Aki ra !

Get out the way you came .

-Go to the U meda Station . - l 'l l stay.

Don't i nsu lt my gift to you .

And , John , do me a smal l courtesy.

Joh n?

Cai ne .

They gave you my name .

Yeah .

I 'm sorry.

Me too.

You should have stayed out.

For al l ou r sakes.

I tried .

Did you?

Come on , John .

Let's get this sh it over with .

Yeah .

That sounds l i ke a good idea .

You took a deal .

Same as you , Joh n .

Fam i ly?

Fam i ly.

You dead , Joh n?

Joh n .

Cai ne .

Joh n W ick, open ...

Joh n W ick ...

Dam n , Joh n ny.

This is qu ite the mess you've made .

I don't know you .

But l know you .

You a tracker?

How m uch?

Not enoug h .

But it's getti n' there.

I need you to take better care of you rself, Joh n ny.

'Cause we're i n this together now.

Al l right, Koj i .

J ust tel l me where John is and get out of here.

Leave .

Go somewhere far away.

You know l won't.

You owe John W ick nothi ng .

He has no marker on you .

You m ust have fal len far

to bel ieve the on ly debts we have

l ie i n markers .

Come on .

I don't want to do this.

Father!

Look at me.

Even a bl i nd man knows you have lost.

And , Cai ne,

you don't need eyes to see the right path .

J ust take care of you r daughter.

I ...

l am .

No!

Don't.

Live .

I 'l l be waiti ng for you .

W ho is he?

He was a friend .

My father is dead because of you .

Because of what you d id .

So either you ki l l h i m ...

or l wi l l .

I u nderstand .

Good bye, M r. W ick.

Than ks for com i ng .

Wel l , us homeless fol k do have to stick together now, don't we?

I need to speak to h i m .

Last ti me you spoke to hi m ,

you shot h i m off a roof.

I had no choice .

They held al l the cards.

No.

But who held the gu n?

Joh n needs to know the breadth of what's com i ng at hi m .

This Marqu is is u nrestrai ned .

The Table have let h i m off the leash .

Oh , my dear W i nston , you r benevolence is touchi ng !

But tel l me . Tel l me true .

W hy did the Frenchman let you l ive?

Ki l l i ng a man can tu rn hi m i nto a martyr.

Letti ng h i m l ive ...

tel ls the world he's a coward or a tu rncoat.

So what are you?

Agg rieved .

I fai l to see how layi ng waste to Conti nentals

is getti ng you closer to ki l l i ng John W ick.

This cam paign is not to ki l l John W ick.

It is to ki l l the idea of Joh n W ick.

And to do that, l m ust destroy everyth i ng that idea touches .

The bloodshed i n Osaka was not necessary.

The bloodshed was the poi nt.

He'l l make it you r choice .

You , come with me.

Thi n k twice before accepti ng .

And you are?

Nobody.

Coyness, M r. Nobody,

is a pathetic trait.

A m iscalcu lation , i n which by tryi ng to h ide our ego,

we let it appear stark naked .

I wi l l ask on ly once.

How were you able to locate h i m?

Pay and l 'l l tel l you .

How m uch would such a service be worth?

Twenty-five m i l l ion ,

pl us a matchi ng contri bution to my 401 k when he's dead .

We fou nd h i m once.

We'l l fi nd hi m agai n .

Is that before or after he puts you i n the g rou nd?

I l i ke you .

Twenty m i l l ion .

Li ke me some more.

Twenty-three.

Ego, M r. Nobody.

It's 23.

You clearly can afford it.

For the service .

Fuck!

No, no, no. No . lt's okay.

Hey, it's okay. Sit. Sit.

W hat the fuck is th is , man?

A choice .

You can pu l l the kn ife out or you can pu l l your hand out.

One shows me a man com m itted only to hi mself,

and the other, a man com m itted to the cause .

W hich one are you?

W i nston .

Jonathan .

My condolences .

He was a good man .

Yes, he was .

Taken for our si ns .

W ho is th is?

The Marqu is de G ramont.

Elevated only by his guarantee of ki l l i ng you .

Al l the resou rces of The Table are at his disposal .

W here do l fi nd h i m?

Paris .

W here wi l l it end?

H uh?

W ith h i m dead .

Oh . And then?

Have you learned nothi ng?

They wi l l replace h i m before the body's cold .

Hercules had his Hyd ra .

You have The Table except you'l l ru n out of bu l lets

before they ru n out of heads .

Ki l l h i m , but do it the smart way.

And get h i m to g ive you you r freedom .

How?

Turn h is ru les and conseq uences agai nst h i m .

Chal lenge hi m to si ngle com bat.

H ig h Table duels are a myth .

W rong !

They're a cold hard fact,

and part of the fou ndation of The Table

to stop its more com busti ble mem bers from outright war.

It's also, wi n or lose,

what you say you want,

a way out.

I don't sit at The Table .

You r fam i ly does .

Get them to issue the chal lenge and then offer you u p as proxy.

I don't have a fam i ly.

The Ruska Roma tore my ticket.

Then l suggest you get you r ass to Berl i n

and get it mended .

Or...

pick a plot.

W hat do you get out of this, W i nston?

W hat you were so good at getti ng , Jonathan .

Revenge.

N ice su it.

Speak.

He's i n Berl i n , at the Ruska Roma.

You can wire that linder's lee now.

No.

Excuse me ?

Ki l l John W ick and you'l l get you r money.

That wasn't part of our deal .

The deal was for you r service.

And it's now a l ife for a l ife, M r. Nobody.

Yours or his.

W hen it's done, you wi l l have you r prize.

And you r pension .

Asshole.

Jonathan W ick?

You are forgetti ng

we are sti l l u nder The Table .

And last l checked ,

you are Excom m un icado and you r ticket was torn .

You have no busi ness with us .

Pyotr is dead !

After you put a bul let i n The Elder's head ,

the Marqu is had one put i n Pyotr's .

And i n fi ne Russian trad ition ,

he sent us the bi l l .

Because of you ,

l had to kneel i n front of the man who m u rdered my father.

Then we have a com mon enemy.

We can hel p each other.

You can't even hel p you rself.

How the hel l are you goi ng to hel p us?

By ki l l i ng th is Marq u is.

They j ust appoi nt another.

It does if l ki l l h i m i n a d uel !

How many d id you ki l l to get out?

A lot.

You wi l l only have to ki l l one to get back i n .

The bastard who m urdered my father.

Give me the name.

Ki l la Harkan .

You wi l l fi nd hi m at H i m mel and Hől le.

W hen he's dead , l wi l l mend you r ticket.

And the Crest?

Harkan fi rst, then we tal k.

Bri ng proof of death .

I 'l l need a way i n .

I know a way.

Klaus wi l l take you .

I am Klaus.

-John . - l am Klaus .

Please tel l your m istress that l am honored by th is gestu re

and l look forward to our conti n u i ng partnersh i p.

I am Klaus.

M r. Joh n W ick i n the flesh .

The Baba Yaga.

M ust be Ch ristmas, ja ?

W here are my man ners? Please .

A d ri n k, M r. W ick?

You were expecti ng me .

Not me.

H i m .

Joh n?

How are you?

You knew l'd be here.

I suspected it.

Fam i ly.

That fam i ly sold you out, M r. W ick.

They gave you up i n the vai n hope of savi ng themselves.

You see, that's why l never trust the Cossacks .

They are d i rty people .

This is personal .

I sense tension here.

M r. W ick may probably feel

l 'm responsi ble for the death of a

m utual friend .

But l d id n't ki l l Koj i . You d id , Joh n .

You know, this d iscord between old friends ,

it saddens me.

Al low me to hel p.

Nein.

We have a deal .

Had .

The Marqu is .

Hel l , l dou bt he'l l m i nd if it's bul lets, blades or a bl i nd man .

Is this for me, M r...

Nobody.

And , no, it's actual ly for hi m .

Then take a seat, Mr. Nobody.

Exciti ng , ja ?

So, you want to ki l l hi m .

You want to ki l l hi m .

I want to ki l l h i m .

W hat about you , M r. W ick?

I 'm goi ng to ki l l you .

Oh .

For Pyotr. Of cou rse, ja.

But it looks l i ke we have ourselves , uh ,

a genu i ne con u nd rum .

A q uandary, if you wi l l . A real-l ife d i lem ma .

So ...

How about we play a game? One hand .

The wi n ner decides who l ives ...

and who does not.

Al l right. W hat's the buy-i n?

More than you can afford .

Yeah , l 'm one bu l let away from bei ng a very rich man .

Or a dead one.

Five-card d raw.

M r. W ick.

M r. W ick?

Dead man's hand , M r. W ick.

Wel l ...

l don't gam ble .

Let's see.

Fou r n i nes. And a fou r.

Most i m pressive .

Ah . Royal fl ush .

Pretty good for a nobody.

Than k you .

A bl i nd man , a g uy with a dog

and Joh n W ick wal k i nto a bar and take a seat at the table .

That either sounds l i ke the begi n n i ng of a stupendous joke

or a most profitable opportun ity.

One th i nks he can serve his way out.

One ...

thi n ks he can buy h is way out.

And one ...

thi n ks he can ki l l h is way out.

Each of them al l th i nk that they have the wi nn i ng hand .

But what they fai l to real ize

is that the moment they took a seat at The Table ...

they had al ready lost.

Let me guess . Five of a ki nd?

Yeah .

J ust so you know,

Pyotr wasn't personal .

Now, maybe a l ittle bit.

Ki l l !

Hey! He's over there!

N uts!

Know what you r problem is , M r. W ick?

You are u n l ucky.

U nl ucky i n l ife ,

i n love,

i n friendshi p,

and now...

i n death .

Ki l la !

W hy don't you j ust d ie?

He's m i ne.

I told you not to take a deal .

Yeah , l guess you r deal d id n't work out either, hu h?

H uh?

Hel l of a thi ng for them to take you r eyes, though .

They d id n't take them .

I gave them .

The Ruska Roma wi l l su pport you r chal lenge.

W ho wi l l be your Second?

A warn i ng of the cost of tyran ny.

You m ust i ntend to joi n you r concierge.

Not today.

Per the Old Ways and the old laws,

Joh n W ick cal ls you to a d uel .

To settle you r d ifferences the old-fashioned way,

as gentlemen shou ld .

You speak of the Old Ways as if you know them .

A man of M r. W ick's station can not issue such a chal lenge.

He has his fam i ly's crest.

Berl i n .

Ruska Roma chal lenge, the acceptance of M r. W ick back i nto the fold ,

it's al l there .

Recorded h istory now.

And why wou ld l accept this from a second-rate seat?

Because there are ru les, and without them ...

-We l ive with the an i mals . -Exactly.

Ti mes are changi ng .

A new day is dawn i ng .

New ideas , new ru les,

new management.

Yet you wi l l accept.

Because we al l sti l l sit beneath The Table.

Even you are not i m m u ne to the conseq uences of fai l ure.

And what exactly are Mr. W ick's terms?

Victoriae fiducia.

The uncond itional release of any and al l obl igations to The Table.

Ah , history is l ittered with Marq u is

who were only remem bered by thei r servants.

But you ...

you cou ld be remem bered as the man who broug ht Joh n W ick,

the most feared of al l

by The Table and al l who sit at it, i nto the l ight.

You r l ight.

And who cou ld pred ict

how high that ki nd of g lory cou ld take a man i n our world?

Noon , La Tour Eiflel, to d iscuss rules .

You may go.

W hen l'm done.

As his Second , u pon his victory,

my Excom m u nicado is to be l ifted , my title restored ,

my hotel rebu i lt and re-consecrated ,

al l at The Table's expense.

Of cou rse.

How you do anyth i ng is how you do everythi ng .

Now l 'm done.

I thi n k l 'l l m iss you when you're gone .

Shame l can't say the same.

You don't know, do you?

W hat's that?

A man's Second , l i ke his sponsor,

either wal ks out with h is cham pion

or is buried beside hi m .

The Old Ways .

Such is l ife.

U nder the Old Laws , only one can survive.

Do you both u nderstand that?

Very good .

Rules .

The Chal lenged chooses fi rst. Ti me?

Sun rise.

Now.

Sun rise.

Location?

You come here th i nki ng there is a way out of th is world for you , M r. W ick?

There is not.

Le Centre Pom pidou .

Sacré Coeu r.

Sacré Coeu r.

Weapons?

If you wi n ,

The Table wi l l honor its word .

You wi l l have you r freedom .

But you won't take it.

Blades .

Pistols.

Duel i ng pistols . Th i rty paces .

I n the event that both parties su rvive ,

each wi l l approach the other at i ncrements of ten paces

u nti l only one remai ns .

Rules of engagement.

No q uarter.

You know why you won't take your freedom?

Because th is is who you are,

who you you've always been .

You are a ki l ler.

An orphan we pl ucked from the street and honed i nto a kn ife.

And it is the ki l l i ng that g ives you pu rpose.

A man without pu rpose ...

is noth i ng .

No q uarter.

No q uarter.

If there is noth i ng else, gentlemen ,

- l wi l l see . . . -A nom i nation .

It is h is rig ht.

Do you have a name?

Cai ne .

So be it.

Sun rise, Sacré Coeur.

Duel i ng pistols , no q uarter.

Shou ld M r. W ick be victorious ,

he wi l l be free of any and al l obl igation to The H ig h Table,

and his Second wi l l be rei nstated

as the manager of the rebu i lt New York Conti nental .

Shou ld the Marqu is Vi ncent Bisset de Gramont be victorious ...

Joh n W ick wi l l be dead .

As wi l l h is Second .

J ust so.

Now, if there is nothi ng more, gentlemen , l wi l l see you at su nrise .

Fai l ure to meet at the appoi nted hou r

wi l l result i n forfeitu re and i m med iate execution .

There is no John out there.

No happy h usband with a normal l ife .

There's on ly Joh n W ick,

the ki l ler.

And he's goi ng to ki l l you .

Your hotel?

Yes.

You always have an angle, don't you?

Doesn't everyone?

Let's fi nd safe harbor before it starts .

There's somethi ng l need to do fi rst.

Sooner rather than later.

Won't do it.

You fight you r own fight.

Isn't this what you want?

Victoriae fiducia.

You ki l l h i m , and you and your daughter wi l l be free .

No one can touch her.

If you don't,

she wi l l have to face the consequences .

The choice is you rs .

Cai ne .

Joh n .

Sayi ng good bye?

Sayi ng hel lo.

You th i nk you r wife can hear you?

No.

Then why bother?

Maybe l 'm wrong .

The dead are gone.

Only the l ivi ng matter.

After my daug hter was born ...

l wanted to leave th is l ife.

I thought l d id .

But you d id n't.

We're dam ned ...

you and l .

On that we ag ree.

My daughter's not.

If it's between you and her...

you're goi ng to d ie.

Maybe not.

I m issed you , Joh n .

It's so good to sit with a friend .

I 'l l see you tomorrow.

This is how you resolve the situation?

Duel lo with the Baba Yaga .

Fai l ure wi l l shake the fou ndation of The H igh Table,

and it wi l l tu rn W ick i nto a sai nt.

My victory wi l l do the opposite .

Marq uis de Gramont!

A man's am bition shou ld never exceed his worth .

You wou ld do wel l to remem ber that, si r.

Bonjour, Monsieu r W ick.

And welcome to La Resistance.

A l ittle far from home, aren't you?

Wel l , your l ittle act of u ncivi l disobed ience i nspi red me , Joh n .

I 'm branch i ng out,

spread i ng my wi ngs .

How goes the Grand Farewel l Tou r?

Com i ng to an end .

So it seems . So it seems .

Forty-two reg u lar, wasn't it?

It's Kevlar, front to back. The latest i n bal l istic ch ic.

Appropriate for al l formal occasions .

Wedd i ngs , funerals , H ig h Table duels .

After al l , a man has to look h is best when it's ti me to get married .

Or buried .

Forgive me, si r, but th is is madness .

Mad ness?

Trusti ng your fate to a bl i nd man?

There are three types of men i n this world .

Those who have somethi ng to l ive for,

those who have somethi ng to d ie for,

and those who have somethi ng to ki l l for.

Joh n W ick has none of these th i ngs .

He is but a g host i n search of a g raveyard .

But the bl i nd man ,

wel l , he has al l three.

Besides, l have a feel i ng

M r. W ick wi l l never make it to the d uel by su nrise.

Al l right, now.

For al l you boppers out there i n the City of Lights ,

for al l you street people with an ear for the action ,

to all my Ioyal listeners who know

the beat of the street,

tonight is your chance to make some beautiful music.

I 've been asked to relay a special request

from a secret admirer.

It seems there 's a thorn

in our Iittle slice ol paradise.

A wicked man from the Big Apple is making a beeline to our sacred heart.

We are putting the call out to deliver your hardest beats to this man in black.

Il you want the prize, you must finish belore sunrise.

This golden oldie,

and l do mean golden hit, goes out to you , M r. W ick.

And remem ber, there is nowhere to ru n .

I want to thank you all

for Iistening to WUXIA,

the place for all your entertainment

and informational needs.

Good hunting.

And so it beg i ns .

I 'm goi ng to need a gun .

I thought you'd never ask.

N i ne-m i l l i meter Pit Vi per.

How'd you get th is?

I know a g uy who knows a g uy who shot a guy.

Twenty-one rou nd capacity magazi ne

with a bu i lt-i n com pensator for vi rtual ly no m uzzle fl i p .

Fi ber-optic front sight,

am bidextrous safeties ,

flared magwel l for faster reloads,

two-pou nd extreme trigger,

and for those more , how shal l we say,

i nti mate encou nters ,

this Vi per has ferocious fucki ng fangs .

How close can you get me to the church?

Amen .

Here we are , gentlemen .

You r ride.

W hen l advised you not to d i p you r pi nky back i nto this pond ,

l d idn't thi n k l'd get wet.

It'l l al l be over after today.

W hen l was bu ryi ng Charon ,

l was torn about what to put on his gravestone.

A few words to su m u p an enti re l ife?

Long l ive the ki ng !

Had m i ne made years ago.

-Modest. -Prophetic.

W hat d id you decide?

Friend .

That's what he was above al l else.

A friend .

Au revoir et bonne chasse, Monsieur W ick.

Than k you , Ki ng .

Jonathan .

W i nston .

Sun rise is at 6 :03 .

Don't be late for al l ou r sakes , hm m?

" Lovi ng husband ."

That's what l want on m i ne.

"John . Lovi ng husband ."

Confi rmed .

Good news , boppers .

We have a sig hti ng .

Our man in black has been spotted

in the Septiéme Arrondissement.

I think it's high time we paint him red.

It seems l i ke ou r friends at the gu i ld d ropped the bal l ,

and now it's rolling to the Arc de Triomphe.

Let's see who picks it up.

Come on now, people.

We're gon na have to do a lot better.

Now, who 's gonna be our big winner?

W ho is th is?

You know, the question you shou ld be aski ng , hu h , is how m uch?

I thi n k we have the situation under control .

Because the way l see it,

is that if Mr. Johnny Boy makes it to the church on time,

this could be you r last night as Marq uis.

A Iittle tralfic update.

I'm hearing the boys in black couldn 't get it done.

Our wicked lriend is on the move again.

He's headed your way, my l isteners of the 8th .

Yes?

Fi ne . You have a deal .

Al l right. 35 it is .

That wasn't ou r deal .

Wel l , that's the only deal bei ng offered today.

Get hi m !

Phone !

-W hat? -Now, you l isten to me.

Forty.

You pay for the service.

Good news, boppers.

The lottery j ust went u p .

To all you boppers still sitting on the side,

Mr. Wick has the church in sight.

We are almost out of time.

Last chance to win the prize

belore Mr. Wick's Iast sunrise.

So who out there is going to climb those 222 steps ?

It appears Mr. W ick won't be joi n i ng us .

Joh n?

Joh n?

Cai ne .

W hat ti me is sun rise?

Two ...

maybe three m i nutes .

I need you to get to the top of those stai rs , Joh n .

Yeah .

Ready?

Yeah .

Twelve or ni ne?

N i ne .

-Six u pstai rs. -Thanks.

Ciao, ciao, M r. W ick.

You can't shoot me .

Yeah , you're rig ht.

But l can shoot h i m .

But l can hit you , motherfucker.

Let's go, Joh n .

N uts .

You hit my pu ppy.

You know, you owe me.

Yeah .

Nothi ng personal , John .

We're even now.

Yeah .

And so we beg i n .

We seek the truth and wi l l end u re the conseq uences.

Conseq uences .

Go on .

Positions , gentlemen .

See you i n the next l ife, brother.

Thi rty paces .

-Remem ber you r daug hter. -Fuck off!

W hat a beautiful su n rise .

Last words, W i nston?

J ust have fun out there.

Are you ready, M r. Cai ne?

M r. W ick?

Fi re!

Twenty paces !

Fi re!

N ice .

Ten paces !

J ust ki l l hi m .

Those who cl i ng to death ,

l ive .

Those who cl i ng to l ife,

d ie.

Fi re!

As you r sponsor,

l clai m the coup de gráce.

You r weapon , give it to me.

Is my daug hter free now?

Oui. You and you r daughter.

Enjoy.

Rules .

You arrogant asshole,

he d id n't shoot.

Conseq uences .

That's fucki ng good .

You r obl igation to The Table ...

is satisfied , Joh n W ick.

You are free.

As are you and your daughter, si r.

You wi l l be fu l ly rei nstated , M r. Manager.

Al l of you r terms

wi l l be fu lfi l led .

Our busi ness here now is concl uded .

Good day.

My brother.

You owe me one .

Yeah .

W i nston .

Jonathan .

W i l l you take me home?

Of cou rse.

Helen .

Never thought l 'd see the day.

W here do you thi n k he is, heaven or hel l ?

W ho knows?