Original subtitles

(THUNDER CRASHING)

(TICKING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(ON SPEAKERS) John Wick, Excommunicado.

In effect, 6:00 p.m., Eastern Standard Time.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

CHARON: I do hope that Mr. Wick

finds his way to safety.

He knew the rules, he broke them.

And killed a man on company grounds, Charon.

Do you expect him to make it out?

$14 million bounty on his head.

And every interested party in this city wants a piece of it.

I'd say the odds are about even.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(MEN CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)

MAN: You think the hospital's there to help, man?

(LAUGHING) No way!

They'll kill you just as soon as they'll make you better!

(LAUGHS) But I know better, man.

I know better. I know what I'm...

Tick tock, Mr. Wick.

Tick tock.

Tick tock.

Tick tock. Tick... (LAUGHING)

No time to dilly-dally, Mr. Wick!

(HORNS HONKING)

The New York Public Library.

You got it.

(HORNS BLARING)

(HORNS CONTINUE BLARING)

Change of plan.

To the Continental.

Can you see that he's received by the concierge?

Yes, sir, Mr. Wick.

Good dog. Good dog.

(HORNS CONTINUE BLARING)

(ON SPEAKERS) John Wick, Excommunicado.

In effect, 20 minutes.

(A CAPPELLA SINGERS SINGING)

(JOHN PANTING)

Can I help you?

Russian Folktale. Alexander Afanasyev.

- (KEYBOARD CLACKING) - (SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

1864.

(PEN SCRATCHING ON PAPER)

- Level two. - Thank you.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

ERNEST: "Consider your origins.

"You were not made to live as brutes,

"but to follow virtue and knowledge."

(CLOSES BOOK)

Dante.

Looking a little run down there, John.

Ernest. I still have time.

It's almost up. Who's gonna know the difference?

You sure this is what you wanna do?

Fourteen million. It's a lot of money.

Not if you can't spend it.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(JOHN GROANS)

(GROANING)

- (SCREAMS) - (GRUNTING)

- (GRUNTS) - (SHUSHES)

(GRUNTING)

JOHN: Oh, shit.

(GROANING)

(ERNEST YELLS)

- (BONES CRACK) - (SCREAMS)

(SCREAMS, GRUNTING)

(NECK SNAPS)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(PANTING)

(GROANS SOFTLY)

LEAD A CAPPELLA SINGER: Push it back.

(A CAPPELLA SINGERS SINGING)

(ON SPEAKERS) John Wick, Excommunicado.

In effect, 10 minutes.

Let it be known the Bowery will honor the Excommunicado.

No help, no services of any kind.

Doc! Doc, it's Wick!

DOCTOR: Mr. Wick.

No, no. You shouldn't be here. Hour's almost up.

I know, Doc, please. There's still time.

No! I can't.

I still have five minutes!

Please.

(LOCKS TURNING)

Come on. Come on.

All right, sit there.

(GROANS)

All right, let me see. Let me see.

Uh-huh.

Puncture wound.

Went deep. Nicked the artery.

Here you go.

- (GRUNTS IN PAIN) - (OBJECTS CLATTERING)

DOCTOR: All right.

(TICKING)

(ON SPEAKERS) John Wick, Excommunicado.

In effect, one minute.

(TICKING CONTINUES)

Doc?

Doc?

Yeah. We're halfway there.

- Five seconds. - Yeah.

(ON SPEAKERS) John Wick, Excommunicado.

In effect, in five, four...

- (TICKING) - Three, two...

One.

(CLOCK TOLLING)

Sorry, Mr. Wick.

I know. Rules.

Ah, rules.

(TOLLING CONTINUES)

- (PHONES RINGING) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

OPERATOR: (ON SPEAKERS) John Wick, 14 million.

Open contract is now in effect.

All services are suspended.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(CELL PHONE CHIMING)

And away we go.

(CELL PHONES RINGING)

(JOHN GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(SPITS)

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

DOCTOR: Top shelf. On the right.

Yeah. Take four.

It will give you energy. Help with the pain.

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

(SIGHS) Mr. Wick?

They'll never believe I stopped on the hour.

But you did.

They'll know.

Know what?

I told you where the medicine was.

(SIGHS)

(GRUNTS)

- Where? - Here.

Just below my floating rib.

Be sure not to hit my large intestine.

(GROANS)

Oh, wait!

One may not be enough.

(COCKS GUN)

(GRUNTS)

Yeah. All right.

Be sure not to graze my...

Oh! (GROANING)

Good luck, Mr. Wick.

Thanks, Doc.

(DOCTOR GROANS)

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (HORNS HONKING)

(BOTH SPEAKING MANDARIN)

- Its him. - Yes, let's go.

(MEN SHOUTING)

(GLASS SHATTERS)

(DOOR SLAMS)

(MEN SHOUTING)

(BOTH SPEAKING MANDARIN)

Open the door.

Shoot the lock.

(GUNSHOTS)

(GUN CHAMBER CLICKING)

(DOOR OPENS)

(GRUNTS)

(ALL GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(GROANING)

(GRUNTING)

(SCREAMS)

(MAN SCREAMS)

(SCREAMS)

(MAN GRUNTING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(BONES CRACK)

(BONES CRACK)

(GASPING)

- (GRUNTS) - (SCREAMING)

- (THUNDER RUMBLING) - (PANTING)

(MAN COUGHING)

- (GRUNTS) - (KNIFE CLATTERS)

(GRUNTS)

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

(HORNS HONKING)

(WHINES)

(GRUNTS)

(BOTH SPEAKING ITALIAN)

- Its him. - Yes.

Tell them that he's arriving at the corner.

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

- (GRUNTS) - (TIRES SCREECH)

(HORSES NEIGHING)

(MAN GRUNTING)

(GUNSHOT)

(GRUNTS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(HORSE NEIGHING)

(GRUNTING)

(HORSE HUFFS)

(GRUNTING)

- (MAN SCREAMING) - (HORSE NEIGHS)

(ENGINES REVVING)

(MAN GRUNTING)

(CAR HORN BLARING)

(ON SPEAKERS) John Wick. Open contract.

Increase, 15 million.

Where are you going, Jonathan?

We are closed.

(PANTING)

(SOFT PIANO MUSIC PLAYING)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN) Look who it is.

And the belt.

Take him to her.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN) See you later.

(BOTH SPEAKING RUSSIAN) Yes, yes.

(SLOW CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(DIRECTOR SPEAKING RUSSIAN) Again!

(BALLERINA PANTING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Again!

(IN ENGLISH) Jardani. Why have you come home?

You present this to me like an answer.

I still have my ticket.

After all the chaos you've caused for the last few weeks,

you think your ticket is valid?

You forget that the Ruska Roma

is bound by the High Table,

and the High Table stands above all?

They could kill me just for talking to you.

You honor me by bringing death to my front door.

Oh, Jardani, what has become of you?

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN) I am Jardani Jovonovich.

I am a child of the Belarus.

An orphan of your tribe.

You are bound to help me.

(IN ENGLISH) You are bound...

And I am owed.

Rooney, enough!

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN) Follow me.

(IN ENGLISH) "You are owed." You are owed nothing, Jardani.

You know, when my pupils first come here,

they wish for one thing.

A life free of suffering.

I try to dissuade them from these childish notions,

but as you know,

art is pain.

Life is suffering.

Somehow, you managed to get out.

But here you are, back where you began.

All of this, for what?

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN) For a dog?

It wasn't just a dog.

Bringing back old memories?

- (CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING) - (INSTRUCTOR SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(IN ENGLISH) Pirouette.

(INSTRUCTOR VOCALIZING)

Pirouette, pirouette.

(CONTINUES SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

DIRECTOR: (IN ENGLISH) Sit.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Even if I wanted to, I can't help you, Jardani.

The High Table wants your life.

How can you fight the wind?

How can you smash the mountains?

How can you bury the ocean?

How can you escape from the light?

Of course, you can go to the dark.

But they're in the dark, too.

So tell me, Jardani. What do you really want?

Passage.

Where did you want to go?

Casablanca.

(SCOFFS)

The path to paradise begins in hell.

So be it.

You hand me your ticket, I will tear it.

If that's what you really desire.

With this, Jardani, your ticket is torn.

(YELLS)

(GROANING)

(PANTING)

You can never come home again.

Take him to the lifeboat.

Do svidanya.

(DOOR OPENS)

JOHN: Do svidanya.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Welcome to the Continental. How may I help you?

Sir. There is an Adjudicator here to see you.

Very well, sir.

The manager is in the lounge.

WINSTON: I presume you're here to discuss John Wick.

If that's so, we can make this short.

I told him to walk away, he declined to do so.

And that's the all of it.

Mr. Wick broke the rules.

Oh, yes.

And I haven't got the slightest idea where he is...

You're mistaken.

I'm not here for Mr. Wick.

I'm here because Mr. Wick broke the rules in this hotel.

- Hmm. - The blood was spilt

on the grounds of the Continental. Was it not?

Oh, yes.

As a matter of fact, the body gets colder

within these very walls.

I'd like to see it.

Santino D'Antonio.

A newly instated member of the High Table,

slain by Mr. Wick

while seeking sanctuary in the Continental.

With a .45 ACP, it appears.

I had no control over Mr. Wick's actions.

And yet, he lives because you deemed it so, yes?

Yes.

You have known Mr. Wick for a great many years.

It might even be fair to call you friends, yes?

Instead of stopping him, instead of killing him,

you stood by and let him walk away

after he shot Santino D'Antonio in front of you.

I made him Excommunicado.

But not before you gave him an hour to escape.

He broke the rules in my hotel.

This is exactly the problem, your hotel.

Where is your fealty?

I've been of service for over 40 years.

Under the Table. Serving the Table.

Everything is under the Table.

I understand that you have your loyalties,

but this cannot be overlooked.

Let me be clear. I am here to adjudge you.

You have one week to get your affairs in order.

Excuse me?

At such time, your successor will be named.

There are rules,

they are the only things that separate us...

- From the animals. - Yes.

You have seven days.

In the meantime, if you need any assistance with your transition,

you may look for me in room 217.

Enjoy your stay at the Continental.

There's an Adjudicator here to see you.

(BOWERY KING SIGHS)

(PIGEONS COOING)

Welcome to my Mission Control.

Brain stem of my operation. The information super flyway.

From whence I control the word on the street,

the way of the world.

With pigeons.

Yes. You see rats with wings, but I see the Internet.

No IP addresses. No digital footprint.

Can't track it, can't hack it, can't trace it.

Can you get disease from it?

Well, I wouldn't recommend that you eat one.

What the hell do you want?

I wanted to see where it didn't happen.

Where what didn't happen?

Where you didn't kill John Wick.

I've always been under the impression

that contracts and executing them was optional.

I have no problem with John Wick.

And yet, you gave John a seven-round Kimber 1911,

knowing that he intended to use it

to stand against the Table. Yes?

This Kimber 1911, to be exact.

You gave John Wick seven bullets,

the High Table is giving you seven days.

Seven days for what, exactly?

To settle your affairs

and find a new home for your birds.

In seven days, you abdicate your throne.

(CHUCKLES)

(LAUGHING)

Oh, my dear.

Tell me, do you know what the Bowery is, Adjudicator?

Do you know what happens when I wave my hand?

No, there will be no replacement for me on the throne.

Because I am the throne, baby.

I am the Bowery!

I am all that you deign not to look at

when you walk down the street at night.

The Bowery is mine. Mine alone.

Do not make the mistake of thinking

you exist outside the rules, no men do.

You have seven days.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(MAN SHOUTING IN ARABIC)

(GRUNTING)

- (SCREAMS) - (MAN YELLING)

(ALL GRUNTING)

YASSIN: Enough!

I'm afraid our friend here is off limits.

But he's Excommunicado.

It seems the manager has granted him amnesty.

Mr. Jonathan,

would you be so kind as to come with me?

(MAN GROANS)

Welcome to Casablanca, Mr. Wick.

- Thanks. - (LAUGHING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

YASSIN: Mr. Jonathan,

it has been a long time since our fine city

has been graced with your presence.

I need to talk to...

Yes, Ms. Al-Azwar, she's expecting you.

(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

My, my, welcome to the Moroccan Continental.

I hope you'll find it to your taste.

Right this way.

Ms. Al-Azwar, she waits for no man.

Best of luck, Mr. Jonathan. Best of luck.

(CHUCKLING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(MUFFLED CHATTER IN DISTANCE)

(GROWLING)

(BARKING)

(GROWLING)

WOMAN: You a dog person, John?

- (GUN COCKS) - JOHN: Sofia?

(GROANS) Sofia!

You can't kill the bearer of your marker.

I didn't kill you. I just shot you.

Nice suit.

(BULLET CASING CLATTERS)

Good to see you, too.

I should shoot you in the head right now.

I know.

Don't you do it.

You're Excommunicado, John.

And that marker doesn't mean shit.

This is your blood.

Your bond.

When you needed help, I was there.

Sit.

I was talking to you, John.

You do realize that I'm management now, right?

I'm not service anymore, John.

So I don't go around shooting people in the head.

I'm not asking you to kill anyone.

I just need you to get me to him.

- To who? - Your old boss.

You want to kill Berrada.

I'm not gonna kill him. I just need to talk.

What could he possibly give to you?

(SIGHS)

Guidance.

Look, I made a deal when I agreed to run this hotel.

And that deal said

that I had to follow the rules of the Table.

If you're not gonna kill him, he is gonna kill you,

and then probably me, too, for walking you up in there.

If I make one mistake, one enemy...

Maybe somebody goes looking for my daughter.

And I know what you did, John, to get her out.

But that's not a chance I can take. Sorry.

Do you wanna know where she is?

No. I don't ever wanna know.

Because I don't trust that I won't go find her.

A part of me longs for her.

And I have to kill that part of myself every day,

just to keep her safe.

Because sometimes you have to kill what you love.

That's why I gave you that marker in the first place.

That's why I'm sitting here right now

and that's why I'm fucked!

- Consequences. - Yeah.

Consequences.

I'm just asking you to try.

Either way, you and me,

we'll be even.

No.

After this, we are less than even.

We leave in 10 minutes.

(DOG WHINES)

(J-POP SONG PLAYING ON SPEAKERS)

(MAN SPEAKING JAPANESE)

(MEN GREETING IN JAPANESE)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(IN ENGLISH) How can I help you?

I wasn't expecting the High Table so soon.

THE ADJUDICATOR: There is a task.

It involves someone who broke the rules

and stood against the Table.

John Wick, you mean.

My students have not been idle.

John Wick and all who've helped him.

You've heard the stories about him, of course.

Killed scores of men this past week alone because of...

A dog, a car.

I'm familiar.

And I'm interested.

Very.

Blowfish. Very fatal.

No soy.

I have served, I will be of service.

(ETHEREAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(GROANING)

(MEN GRUNTING)

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

- Stop! - (MUSIC STOPS)

Out!

The High Table and the Ruska Roma have an understanding.

Yes, and you helped John Wick.

He had a ticket.

But a ticket does not stand above the Table.

Your penance will be paid in blood.

Now...

Hold out your helping hands and pledge your fealty.

I have served, I will be of service.

(GASPS)

(DOG GROWLING)

We're not going in like the old days.

It's just a conversation.

(SIGHS) Nothing's ever just a conversation with you, John.

(DOG YAWNS)

Let's go.

(METAL CLANGING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

BERRADA: Sofia.

Always so nice to see you.

And the dogs, of course, how marvelous. May I pet one?

Certainly.

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

(IN ENGLISH) Fantastic.

Jonathan Wick.

I had heard you had made your way to our shores.

Come along now.

I am certain we have much to discuss.

I must admit, I am curious. What brings you to my domain?

Tell me.

Do you come here to kill me?

No.

Mr. Wick, do you know where the word "assassin" comes from?

People argue. "Assassin."

Hashasheen, followers of Hassan-i...

Eaters of hashish. (CHUCKLES)

No, thank you.

But others contend it comes from asasiyyun.

Meaning, "men who are faithful

"and who abide by their beliefs."

You see that coin?

The first coin ever minted in this facility.

Next to it, the first marker.

Not easy to track down, believe me.

Now, this coin, of course,

it does not represent monetary value.

It represents the commerce of relationships,

a social contract in which you agree to partake.

Order and rules.

You have broken the rules.

The High Table has marked you for death.

Why would I allow you to leave here alive,

when your life has been by your own actions, forfeit?

I seek to make amends.

To pay for what I've done.

I seek a meeting with the one who sits above the Table.

This dog, I do so love it.

Tell me, does it shed a great deal?

Occasionally.

When I leave, you can tell the Elder I'm coming.

And if he wants me dead...

Then he will see to it that your bones bleach under the sun.

I see.

And I would have provided him with a choice.

I am sorry, Mr. Wick.

I cannot tell you where to find the Elder.

You fail to understand.

The Elder is not a man you find.

He can only choose to find you.

You wish to speak with him?

Go to the edge of the desert, look up.

Canis Minor,

the dog that followed Orion through the sky.

You follow the brightest star.

Walk until you are almost dead.

Then, keep walking.

When you are on your last breath,

he will find you... Or he will not.

I am grateful.

Thank you, sir.

Perhaps you were not listening before.

The social contract.

The commerce of relationships.

You have received a great gift.

I have hosted your friend.

What do you offer in return?

So soft and yet so fierce.

I love it, this dog.

I will keep it.

Excuse me?

This will be my gift.

This will be how you show me your fealty.

No.

Surely it's the least you can do.

No, you cannot keep my dog.

Very well.

Very well.

Then I will kill it.

- (DOG YELPS) - (SOFIA SCREAMS)

- (DOG WHINING) - (SPEAKING ARABIC)

BERRADA: I'm sorry, Sofia.

This was for you to learn.

(WHINING)

Don't.

- (GRUNTS) - (GROANS)

(MEN SHOUTING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

- (BARKING) - (SCREAMING)

(BARKING)

(SCREAMING)

(BERRADA SCREAMING)

Sofia. Don't.

(SCREAMING)

He shot my dog.

I get it.

(CONTINUES SCREAMING)

SOFIA: We gotta go. Now.

(MEN CLAMORING)

(GUNFIRE)

- (MEN SHOUTING) - (DOGS BARKING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

- (SHOUTS) - (BARKING)

- (SCREAMING) - (GUNSHOT)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- (GUNFIRE CONTINUES) - (MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

(BARKING)

(GRUNTING)

(SOFIA GRUNTING)

(MAN YELLS)

(DOGS SNARLING)

(MAN SHOUTING IN ARABIC)

- (BARKING) - (SCREAMING)

(DOGS SNARLING)

(GRUNTS)

(GUNFIRE)

(SHOUTS)

(SCREAMS)

(DOGS SNARLING)

(MEN SHOUTING)

(GRUNTING)

(SNARLING)

(SCREAMS)

(SOFIA GRUNTING)

(GUNS CLICKING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(MEN SHOUTING)

(CHOKING)

(GRUNTING)

- (SHOUTS) - (SNARLING)

(SNARLING)

(GUNFIRE STOPS)

(SOFIA PANTING)

- (SHOUTS) - (DOGS BARKING)

(PRAYER CHANTING ON SPEAKERS)

(TIRES SCREECH)

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

(DOGS BARKING)

- (DOGS SNARLING) - (MEN SCREAMING)

(SHOUTS, BANGS ON CAR DOOR)

(DOGS BARKING)

(GRUNTS)

Here you go.

You're gonna die, John.

Whether out here in this desert,

or somewhere else down the road.

But you are gonna die.

Consequences.

Consequences.

(SPITS)

Better get going.

Sofia.

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTING)

(MEN GRUNTING)

(MEN GRUNTING)

Okay.

(PIGEON COOING)

You made your point.

You have earned my fealty.

Matter of fact...

I'm gonna shove so much fealty up your ass

it's gonna come spilling out of your mouth.

You had your chance.

Well, since you see it that way,

I guess it's time I told you

to climb down off your High Table and go fuck yourself.

Duly noted.

You gave John Wick seven bullets,

your penance will be paid with seven cuts.

Well, sometimes you gotta cut a motherfucker.

Avert your eyes, my sweet.

The king is dead.

Long live the king.

(GROANING)

(GRUNTING)

(CAMEL GRUNTING)

THE ELDER: Drink.

Don't worry, your weapon is still there. Please drink.

My son, how have you come to be so lost?

JOHN: Not lost.

Looking for you.

THE ELDER: You think I speak of your location?

Never seen a man fight so hard

to end up back where he started.

So tell me, Jonathan.

Why do you wish to live?

My wife, Helen.

To remember her. To remember us.

So you seek to live for the memory of love?

At least a chance to earn it.

I can give you one last chance to earn a life.

However, it might not be the life that you wish.

Complete a task for us,

and your Excommunicado will be reversed.

The open contract closed,

you would be permitted to continue to live.

Not free under the Table, but bound to it.

Doing what you do best for the rest of your days.

The choice is yours.

Die here and now.

Or continue to live and remember through death.

What must be done?

The cost of your life will be the death of others.

The first of which will be the man they call Winston.

What?

He has forgotten his fealty.

Neither the open contract nor the Excommunicado

will be lifted until you complete your task.

So if you wish to live,

and if you wish to remember,

this is the choice you must make.

I will serve.

I will be of service.

Very well, my son.

Cast aside your weakness

and reaffirm your fealty to the table.

Mr. John Wick.

(SPEAKING ARABIC) I want to see. Show me.

(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GROANS SOFTLY)

THE ELDER: (IN ENGLISH) Thank you.

I accept this offering and your fealty.

(JOHN GRUNTS IN PAIN)

(GROANS LOUDLY)

I wish you good luck on your path.

Zahir will help you prepare for your departure.

And Mr. Wick.

(SPEAKING ARABIC) Welcome back.

ANNOUNCER: (ON PA) JFK Express now arriving on platform nine.

JFK Express now arriving on platform nine.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT ON PA)

(BLADES STABBING)

TEACHER: Stick together, kids.

Make sure you're holding the hand

of the person in front and behind you.

You see? That's why you're special, John Wick.

I wouldn't have stopped.

It's good to have you back.

How was your trip?

Going to the Continental?

He with you?

- (BODY THUDS) - He was.

(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT ON PA)

Nice trick.

(CELL PHONES RINGING)

(ENGINES REVVING)

(MAN GRUNTS)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(BLADES UNSHEATHING)

(GRUNTING)

(BIKER SCREAMS)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(ENGINES REVVING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(BIKER SCREAMS)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

Sir! Put your weapon down.

ZERO: He's Excommunicado.

Unless you wish to become the same,

I suggest you lower your gun.

(PANTING)

I'd like to see the manager.

Of course.

If you would be so kind as to follow me.

- (SOFT MUSIC PLAYING) - (LOW CHATTER)

Please take a seat.

I will let him know you have arrived.

(JOHN SIGHS)

I gotta tell you,

I've been looking forward to meeting you for a long time.

I'm a huge fan. John Wick.

(CHUCKLES)

And so far, you haven't disappointed.

Is that the dog?

He likes you.

Me? I'm more of a cat person myself.

Hey, dog.

We're the same, you know. Both given the same gift.

We're not the same.

Yes, we are.

No, we're not.

The manager is ready for you now.

In the administrative lounge, sir.

(SPEAKING JAPANESE) We're both masters of death.

Mr. Wick.

(DOG PANTING)

Sit.

Stay.

Good dog.

(DOG WHINES)

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Tread carefully, Jonathan.

We only use this room on special occasions.

When you simply have to see what your opponent is holding

under the table.

(CHUCKLES)

How was your journey here? Eventful?

Yeah.

Well, of course.

They sent men to kill you, and now you to kill me.

Isn't that why you're here?

I have served, I will be of service.

But you're having doubts.

Just don't make the mistake of pretending this is personal.

If you feel you must,

put a bullet through my heart.

The High Table has asked me to step down.

The hour?

The hour.

You should have killed me in the Continental.

Maybe I should have.

Rules and consequences.

WINSTON: Hmm.

It seems like everyone is suffering

from the consequences of their actions.

And you're not stepping down?

No.

I don't think I am.

So it's war?

You're going to war with the High Table?

Skirmish.

Unless you decide to shoot me.

But, then, I'd rather die at the hand of a friend

than that of an enemy.

No, I've made my choice. It's up to you to make yours.

What choice?

You shoot me, you sell your soul.

But I'll be alive. And I can remember her.

Until you die as a servant of the High Table.

Now, you did the impossible, you stopped, you got out.

You only came back because Helen was taken away from you.

The real question is, who do you wish to die as?

The Baba Yaga?

The last thing many men ever see?

Or as a man who loved and was loved by his wife?

Who do you wish to die as, Jonathan?

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Mr. Wick, it's a pleasure to meet you.

I am an Adjudicator.

Have you decided to step down?

I think not.

And you? Will you be putting a bullet in his head?

No, I don't think I will.

Very well.

(LINE RINGING)

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (PHONE RINGING)

Administration.

THE ADJUDICATOR: I'd like to change a designation.

Verification?

Adjudication 1-0-1-1-9-7-9.

The Continental Hotel, New York.

ADMINISTRATOR: New designation?

Deconsecrated.

Processing.

(ON SPEAKERS) Administrator.

File. The New York Continental Hotel.

The New York Continental Hotel has been deconsecrated. Goodbye.

Gentlemen, this institution is now deconsecrated.

Business may now be conducted on Continental grounds.

Since you are refusing to step down

and you are refusing a direct order, your lives are now forfeit.

High Table emissaries will be joining you presently

to see the removal of your souls from the property.

Good evening, gentlemen.

This haven is safe no more.

Are services still off limits to me?

Under the circumstances,

your privileges are reinstated immediately.

What do you need?

Guns. Lots of guns.

(TRILLING)

(DOOR UNLOCKS)

Let's make a withdrawal.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (PHONES RINGING)

CHARON: Remember, sir.

These will be High Table forces.

We may have to consider our choices carefully.

Why?

Much has changed during your time away.

Like what?

Well, let us say they have made armor improvements.

May I suggest the 2011 Combat Master

in combination with the nine millimeter major.

(PHONE RINGING)

ANNOUNCER: (ON PA) Attention, all guests.

The Continental Hotel is closing for fumigation.

We apologize for the inconvenience.

Please make your way to the nearest exit.

Attention, all guests. The Continental Hotel...

It seems circumstances have changed in your favor.

Your transaction may now be conducted

on Continental grounds.

We'll be sending some of our finest for additional support.

Cool. Very cool.

(GUN CLICKS)

125 grain, 1,425 feet per second.

Serious business.

Thank you.

Let us begin.

(ORCHESTRAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC CONTINUES IN DISTANCE)

(EXPLOSIONS IN DISTANCE)

Charon, would you help set the mood for our new guests?

Of course, sir.

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

I know you'll do the Continental proud.

I'll see you soon, sir.

And you, Jonathan, do what you do best.

What's that?

Hunt.

(SPEAKING LATIN) If you want peace...

Prepare for war.

(MUSIC STOPS)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(MAN 1 SCREAMS)

(MAN 2 COUGHS)

(MAN GRUNTING)

(GUNFIRE)

(GUNSHOTS)

(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)

(JOHN YELLING)

Winston! Winston!

(GRUNTS)

I need more firepower.

(ORCHESTRAL MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

Armor improvements.

12-gauge steel slugs. Armor-piercing.

- (BEEPS) - (WHIRRING)

(GUNSHOT)

(MAN SCREAMS)

(SCREAMS)

(RAPID GUNFIRE)

(MEN GROAN)

(MAN YELLS)

(MEN GRUNTING)

(RAPID GUNFIRE)

(RAPID GUNFIRE)

(RAPID GUNFIRE)

(MAN GRUNTING)

(BULLETS CLATTERING)

(GUN CLICKING)

(MUFFLED GUNSHOTS)

(FIRING GUN)

- (BLADE SLASHES) - (GROANS)

(SPEAKING JAPANESE) No one kills you but me.

(IN ENGLISH) Only by my sword, John.

(GRUNTS)

(PHONE RINGING)

THE ADJUDICATOR: I know you believe you can keep this up.

But I assure you...

(LINE DISCONNECTS)

(GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

(PANTING)

(GRUNTS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING)

(GROANING)

(GRUNTS)

(BULLET CASINGS CLATTERING)

(CLANGING)

(YELLING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING)

(SCREAMS)

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTS)

(CLAPPING)

(MAN YELLS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(BOTH SPEAKING INDONESIAN)

Pleased to meet you, Mr. Wick.

It's an honor to fight with you, Mr. Wick.

(GRUNTS)

(ALL GRUNTING)

He is getting slow.

He is been retired for 5 years.

But he is still... John Wick.

We will see.

(ALL GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING)

(JOHN SHOUTS)

(GROANS)

(GLASS CRACKS)

(GROANS)

(SPEAKING INDONESIAN) Be seeing you.

(IN ENGLISH) John, you're incredible.

Exhausted,

outnumbered...

Obviously in pain.

And you still beat all of my students.

If I didn't have to kill you,

we'd be pals.

Let's do this.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

See? We're the same.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(YELLS)

- (BONE CRACKS) - (ZERO YELLS)

(PANTING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(BONE CRACKS)

(BOTH GRUNT)

(GROANS)

(YELLS AND GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

(BLOOD DRIPPING)

(YELLS)

(BOTH GRUNT)

(GROANS)

(LINE RINGING)

(PHONE RINGING)

I would like to suggest a parley.

A parley would be good.

Very well.

Are we in play, sir?

Oh, very much so.

(JOHN PANTING)

(ZERO GROANING)

(ZERO CHOKES)

Hey, John.

That was a pretty good fight, huh?

Yeah.

(JOHN GRUNTS)

ZERO: Yeah.

Don't worry about me, John.

I just gotta catch my breath.

I'll catch up to you, John.

No, you won't.

(GRUNTS)

THE ADJUDICATOR: You gentlemen, of course,

realize that was the first wave.

Merely an amuse-bouche.

We can keep this up as long as you'd like,

but it only ends one way.

Are you sure a protracted war is the best way forward?

There won't be anything "protracted" about it.

Oh, you can take the Continental,

I have no doubt about that.

But keeping it, that's a different matter entirely.

My allegiances run way beyond this building.

We are High Table.

And we

are New York City.

- Are we negotiating? - (DOOR OPENS)

Hmm.

I believe we are.

Parley?

WINSTON: Parley.

THE ADJUDICATOR: What do you propose we do?

Let me keep my power.

Under the Table.

WINSTON: I have served

and been a beacon of order and stability

to our industry for over 40 years.

Now, I humbly acknowledge I overstepped

and re-pledge my fealty to the High Table.

Winston.

THE ADJUDICATOR: You were merely showing strength

so we would let you keep the Continental.

The High Table accepts your fealty.

But what about him?

What are we going to do about John Wick?

Oh, he has to die.

- Sorry, Jonathan. - (GROANS) Winston!

Don't see any other way.

- (GUNSHOTS) - (JOHN GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

Very well, gentlemen.

The Continental will now be reconsecrated.

Good day to you both.

Well played, sir.

(METAL CLINKING)

How long do you estimate until we reopen?

Oh, should be no time at all.

Mr. Wick is gone.

A true tragedy.

You misunderstand.

I mean that he is no longer on the street.

That seems improbable.

And yet, true.

(WHIMPERS)

I trust you understand the repercussions if he survives.

Both from above and below.

The last thing either one of us needs

is Mr. Wick paying us a visit in the night.

For both our sakes, I'll hope you see to it

that this situation is taken care of, yes?

Absolutely. How far can he get?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Baba Yaga.

(WHEELS SQUEAKING)

BOWERY KING: Mmm.

(WHIMPERS)

(GROANS)

BOWERY KING: How you doing, John?

You look as bad as I feel.

(CHUCKLES)

Johnny, Johnny, Johnny.

Raise a hand if you can hear me, John.

Oh, shit. They took a finger.

Ain't that a bitch? (CHUCKLING)

(LAUGHS AND GROANS)

Oh, John fucking Wick.

So, the old boy keeps his hotel

and you take the fall.

Can't say I blame him.

I would've done the same thing if I was in his shoes.

But this High Table shit...

Seven cuts.

(CHUCKLES)

Under the Table is where shit gets done.

And they're about to find out, if you cut a king,

you better cut him to the quick.

(SIGHS)

So...

Let me ask you, John.

How do you feel?

'Cause I am really pissed off.

You pissed, John?

Hmm?

Are you?

(GROANS)

Yeah.