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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?