All language subtitles for John Wick Chapter 1 2014 1080p BluRay HEVC x265 5.1 BONE

We'll be right

back.

What are you doing, John?

It's been a while.

My condolences.

How are you holding up?

I keep asking why her.

There's no rhyme or reason to this life.

It stays like today, scattered among the
rest.

Are you sure?

Don't blame yourself.

What are you really doing here, Marcus?

Just checking 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,

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, Ellen.

Okay.

I'm up.

Hey.

What?

We'll grab you some Cuba later.

Get money, get money, gotta get that
money, get money, gotta get that money,

money, gotta get that money, get that
money, motherfuckers.

Nice ride.

Mustang.

Boss 429.

She's 70.

69.

Beautiful car.

Thanks.

How much?

Excuse me?

How much for the car?

She's not for sale.

Oh, I love dogs.

You have good days, son.

Alright, come on then.

You need to go.

Where the hell is the dog?

Where the hell is the dog?

Did you find it?

Yeah, here it is.

Yo,

Aurelio.

Huh? I want a new VIN number and some
clean papers.

Where'd you get that car?

You live here?

It was.

I asked you, where the hell did you get
it? Who gives a shit?

Yosef Tarasov nicked it.

Vigov's son.

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

just lose your shit, Aurelio, because we
own you.

Wait, 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 the car, did you kill him
or what?

No.

I'm sure it's all fucked up his dog.

He fucked up his dog. That's what you
did. You fucked up his dog.

It's crazy shit, man.

Oh, look at you. This is great.

You're going to come into my shop and
you're going to pull a gun on me. That's

great, man.

Come on.

Now, you kill me right now or you get
the fuck out of my shop.

Diego is not going to like this.

Well, you know what Viggo likes or
doesn't like.

Tell you something, he's going to
understand.

You got a fucking pair on you, old man.

Guess we'll be taking our business
someplace else.

So what are you going to do?

speaking. I heard you struck my son.

Yes sir, I did. May I ask why?

Yeah, well, because you stole John
Wick's car, sir, and killed his dog.

They go.

Yeah?

They've agreed to your terms.

I mean, I thought I could give much of a
choice anyway, though, right?

Congratulations.

Have you seen my son?

How's your tip, kid?

We won't be hearing from them anytime
soon.

Or ever.

That's a nice jacket.

Thanks. Yeah.

Should I go?

There you go.

English, please, come on. Stay,
goddammit!

What did I do?

We did what you asked.

No one saw shit.

I'm not talking about Atlantic City.

What the... You mean Aurelio's? So I
stole a fucking car.

Oh, fuck, Viggo.

Right, you stay.

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

It's who you did it to.

Who?

The fucking nobody?

The fucking nobody.

He once was an associate of ours.

We called 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.

It's a man of focus.

Ritzman.

She of will.

Something you know very little about.

I once saw him kill three men in a bar.

With a pouncer.

The fucking...

Suddenly, one day, he asked to leave.

It was 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.

The bodies he buried that day lay 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 fucking
dog.

Father, I can make this right.

Oh, how do you plan that?

By finishing what I started. I didn't
hear a fucking word I said.

John will

call for you.

He will do nothing.

Hello, John.

I heard about your wife.

I'm sorry, my condolences.

It seemed to be fate.

Or happenstance or just bad fucking 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 do you say?

Enough.

Tasker crew.

How many?

How many do you have?

Thank you.

I love you.

Baba Yaga.

Evening, John.

Evening, Jimmy.

Noise complaint.

Noise complaint.

You,

uh,

working again?

No, just sorting some stuff out.

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'm here, and you've left all
this behind.

Will I be hearing from you any time
soon?

Goodbye, Charlie.

Ja.

Of course, if you... Put a contract on
John Wick.

How much?

Two million.

There you go. Put Yusuf in

the red circle and wait.

For what?

For John Waco.

Thank you.

To what do I owe this visit?

I have a job for you.

And I've got a phone.

I want to offer you this face -to -face,
seeing as how you might find it

personal.

Would you kill John Wick for $2 million?

Is the contract exclusive?

No, it's open.

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

Consider it done.

Thank you, Marx.

I know I can trust you.

Thanks, Peter.

This world doesn't need no opera.

We're here for the operation.

We don't need a bigger knife.

They got guns. We got guns.

We got guns.

We got guns. The battle will run.

We're killing strangers. We're killing
strangers.

So we don't kill the ones that we love.

We're killing strangers.

We're killing strangers.

We're killing strangers. So we don't
kill the ones...

Room 980.

Do enjoy your stay.

Thanks.

Good seeing you again, John.

Good.

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.

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?

Joseph Terosov.

What about him?

I'd like to talk with him.

A talk?

You say.

I'm familiar with the fathers, 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, Joe.

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

Yeah?

Power breaker.

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 left incurring heavy penalties.

Have a drink.

Jonathan. Hey, Eddie.

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, Eddie.

Far better than I deserved.

Hey, I'm sorry to hear about you.
Thanks.

I've never seen you like this.

Like what?

Vulnerable.

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

Usual?

Compliments to the house.

. . . . .

Bye -bye. Bye -bye. Bye -bye.

Are you scared of the fucking boogie
man?

I'm not.

No?

But you should be.

Want another bottle?

Right fucking now, go get me a bottle!

Come on!

Hello, friend.

Mr. Vick.

Did you lose weight?

20 kilograms.

Yes. A peachy life.

Are you here on business, sir?

Right so, Francis.

Why don't you take the night off?

Thank you, sir.

Fuck you motherfucker.

Vika, did you see it?

No, nothing.

Second floor, status.

The basement.

Yes.

We've done it. We've done it.

Good evening, Mr. Wick.

Good evening.

How may I be of service?

Is your doctor in?

Yes, sir. 24 -7.

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.

If you're looking to heal, then keep it
marginal.

However, if you still have business to
attend to, take

two of these beforehand.

Your stitches will 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 Miss Perkins got out of bed
for less than three.

Vigo's giving me four to break hotel
rules.

It's on the right side of the street.

I'm always a pussy.

We have received a number of grievances
from your floor concerning the noise.

My apologies.

I was dealing with an uninvited guest.

How do you need the noise?

A dinner reservation, perhaps?

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

Where's Joseph?

Fuck you.

Where's Viggo? I'm not telling you shit.

Do you really want to die here, Perkins?

Give me something.

Little Russia.

There's a church near Kennet Court.

What about it?

It's a front.

It's where Viggo keeps his private
attach.

Thank you.

Do I know you?

I'm thinking 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?

Babysitting a sleeping one?

Catch and release.

Catch and release.

My son.

Motherfucker!

Let's go to the vault.

Open it.

Uh

-huh.

Ladies, out.

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

Don't worry Housekeeping will find you
Treat all your ladies like this?

You are no lady, trust me

Harry, is it?

How would 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, man.

Don't worry.

Healthkeeping will find you.

Blech!

Ashes to ashes.

Can we recover for this?

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

I say this, John.

The surest fuck broke the mold with you.

Aye, aye.

You always had a certain, you know,
there's an audacity about you, you know.

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?

Oddware cash, not without its worth, but
the leverage I had on this city.

Audio recordings, physical evidence.

Blackmail was fucking priceless.

Priceless!

Yeah. I kind of enjoyed that.

Yeah, I know you did.

Yeah.

So.

Then you got married, huh? Settled down.

Well, you managed that anyways.

Not good, yes.

Yeah.

Yeah, well, 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

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.

Perfect. Everyone comes close to you. We
are cursed, you and I.

On that, we agree.

Find the common ground.

Okay. Step aside.

Give me your son.

It was just a fucking car, just a
fucking dog.

Just a dog.

Viggo.

Yeah. When Ellen died, I lost
everything.

Until that dog arrived on my doorstep.

A final gift for my wife.

In that moment, I received some
semblance of hope.

opportunity to grieve unalone and your
son

took that from me 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 thinking i'm
back so you can either hand over your

Or you can die screaming alongside him!

Roar!

Cool it, cool it, cool it, cool it, cool
it.

John!

Where is he?

Shit!

I have your word then if I tell you
where he is.

You let me walk away.

Pull the contract.

John.

It's kept in a safe house, Brooklyn, 434
Wallace Place.

They know you're coming.

Of course.

But it won't matter.

Stop playing a fucking video game.

For you.

He's not free.

Meet the Reinhardt.

Thank you.

Our pleasure, sir.

A parting gift from the management,
compensation for last night's

incident.

How many times do I have to thank your
ass?

I appreciate it.

Of course.

So you look terrible.

No, I look retired.

Retired? You really believe that?

You made new life?

You'd find a way back to it.

It's time to go home.

What's going on with this?

What the fuck is this?

Hello, Marcus.

This is John.

I appreciate you granted my son a sweet
death.

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

Martin was betrayed.

You pulled the contract.

And while it was open, you had every
chance, every opportunity

to kill John Wick. And if you have done
your job, my son will be still

alive!

And in so doing, you broke the cardinal
rule.

Thank you.

Miss Burtons.

You might not surprise.

In for a penny, in for a pound.

So, John, I had no choice.

I always liked you, Mark.

The last of the old guards.

We're done.

Yeah,

fuel the chopper.

Miss 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 to a certain

helipad is being fueled for a certain
someone.

You got my cigarette? Yeah, I got your
cigarette.

Oh,

fuck!

Yeah, super. Come on, let's go fast. The
helicopter's right down there. Come on,

let's go.

Goddamn, I knew he'd come.

What's fucking wrong with this guy?

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

That was a good one.

Who's got a gun?

Poppers right over there in the middle
of there.

Oh shit.

Ingrid? Queen? Good luck.

Russian cocksucker.

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! You want to civilize you?

Good seeing you, darling.

Yeah.

Good seeing you.

Yeah!

It's okay.

Let's go home.

You think you are some kind of
superstar.

Who do you think I'll be?

A pity beggar on my knees.

What's that?