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I am the way into the city of woe.

I am the way into eternal pain.

to enter here.

You are now in the presence of the motherfucking king.

Mr. Weak.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

My ring.

My freedom.

Your ring is gone.

Like the elder before me.

And if you came here thinking you could end this by killing me?

then you are mistaken.

My death will 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 only way John Wick will ever have freedom or peace, now or ever,

is in death.

I know.

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

For nothing.

Yeah.

Not really.

The manager, please.

A hobbinger is here to see him, sir.

This must be a mistake.

There is no mistake.

By order of the Marquis Vincent Bessette de Gramont, this hotel has been

condemned.

You have one hour.

He is expecting you.

Can they do this, sir? The decree is signed by the twelve members of the

Giving the Marquis...

the power of autumn imperado which means he is now our judge jury and

evacuate the hotel

Ned Kelly's final words as the hangman slipped the noose around his neck were,

Such is life. Such is life. Can you imagine the acceptance, the defiance?

Today is not the day you will die.

Of that I am sure.

You have the unshakable faith of David, my friend, but you shouldn't be here.

This will not be pleasant.

Such is life, sir.

My father used to say, how you do anything is how you do everything.

Called it the first and the last rule of life.

You believe in rules.

Mr. Manager.

Oh, I do?

And what of consequences?

Of course.

And second chances.

Ah, that's where we differ, you and I.

Second chances are the refuge of men who fail.

There are those on the table who blame this atrocity

on New York.

They believe it's the city.

The table has indulged this fucking place for too long.

And look what that has gotten us.

I shot him.

He lives.

Polluting everything he touches.

Marquis, respectfully, my hotel... Your hotel.

If I might, sir.

By all means.

The Continentals and their management.

are a reminder to all who sit beneath the table that none of us are above the

rules.

And yet we are here.

Sir, Mr. Wick... We're not here because of John Wick.

He is simply the face of your failure, Mr. Manager.

stands in that glass, merely an echo of my remaining patience.

You are no longer New York.

You are nothing.

You are excommunicado.

And as such, you no longer need the services of a

concierge.

It has been an honor, my friend.

Should have been me.

Yes.

But it wasn't.

And you think about why that is. And perhaps one of us will have benefited

this conversation.

Amen. Mark Cain.

I have a name for you.

Respectfully.

I'm retired.

Finished. Done.

I disagree.

I'm no use to you.

Or the table.

That's not for you to decide.

I think you should find someone else.

You came close.

Today.

Too close.

You put her in danger.

I know the deal I make.

A former associate, I believe.

He was?

And a friend.

The agreement with the table stays the same.

We give you a name, you give us a life.

Or...

We take one.

I will serve.

I will be observed.

Excellent!

I assume you have a notion of where he might be?

John Wick has few friends remaining in the world.

And even fewer he trusts with his wife.

Welcome to the Osaka Continental.

How can I help?

Yeah, I'm looking for a room.

I'm afraid this facility doesn't allow animals.

Emotional support animal.

She's your support animal?

Other way around. I'm her.

She stays in your room.

Enjoy your steak, though.

Not too bad.

Not bad at all.

There is a dog in my lobby.

Emotional support animal.

Of course it is.

Tomorrow's schedule.

Mr. Suzuki at 11 and the Tarbox requesting an audience at 2.

What's with the rate?

Dinner with your daughter. She says she's concerned you've been working too

hard.

What must I have done to deserve that? You're considered a child.

Good karma.

India.

And how are our guests?

Some of our Gold Club members are anxious.

It's always something.

Today it's New York.

And my concierge?

Concerned.

Perhaps we should get you an emotional support animal.

I don't think you're going to make it.

We do not need to attend the table.

Relationship with Mr. Wick is no secret. The table will come.

And we'll be met with our grace.

Everything you've got to tell us.

Akira.

Please tell my daughter.

that I look forward to our dinner.

You've finally found your peace of mind.

Their response was the destruction of the New York Continental.

My daughter fears we are next.

When you turn?

Alive. But they executed his concierge.

To prove a point.

Have you given any thought to where this ends?

The table will never stop.

You know this.

It only takes life and only gives death.

Friendship means little when it's convenient.

Welcome to the Oracle Continental. How can I help?

The manager.

Por favor.

Of course.

Please, make yourself comfortable.

The only

path this leads to is death.

I'm going to kill them all.

I believe you'll try.

But no one, not even you, can kill everyone.

You want to die?

That's your choice.

A good death only comes after a good life.

You and I left a good life behind a long time ago, my friend.

Father, the high table.

What is he doing here?

Mr. Wick is our guest.

I'll talk to him.

They don't know you're here.

Hey, it's Mr. Wick.

Welcome to the Osaka Continental, gentlemen.

How may I view the service?

The table has reason to believe that this facility is providing services ut

excommunicantus.

That is a grave accusation.

Will it require full access to your hotel?

Of course.

But as you are well aware, no business.

Not even your kind of business may be conducted on continental ground.

So, I'm going to have to ask you to surrender your firearm.

We speak for the Marquis.

And I speak for Osaka.

Your guns, please.

Don't repeat the mistake that fool in New York made.

Fool's talk cowers the silent.

But wise men listen.

Which one will you be?

Hello, old friend.

How good of you to visit after all these years.

You are with them now. No.

Your daughter, Mia, alive.

And your daughter, Akira?

Well, I'm glad.

You know, we don't have to end this with blood.

No one defies the table. I remember once you understood that.

And I remember a time when you understood the meaning of brotherhood.

Enough!

By order of the Marquis de Gromont, this hotel has been deconsecrated.

Step aside.

do this coaching.

Kill them all!

Get out.

Come on.

Secure the hotel.

Find the way.

You shouldn't have come.

Are you armed?

God!

Do your job.

Get out!

I'll stay. Don't insult my gift to you.

And John, do me a small courtesy.

Boss.

Fuck this! Fuck this!

Me too.

You should have stayed out.

For all our sakes.

I tried.

Did you?

Come on, John.

Let's get this shit over with.

Yeah.

That sounds like a good idea.

You took a deal.

Same as you, John.

Family.

Family.

You there, John?

John Wick, open contract, 2 billion dollars.

John Wick, open contract, 1 billion dollars.

John Wick, open contract, 1 billion dollars.

Damn, Johnny.

This is quite the mess you've made.

I don't know you, but I know you.

You a tracker?

How much?

Not enough.

But it's getting there.

I need you to take better care of yourself, Johnny.

Because we're in this together now.

Just tell me where John is and get out of here.

Leave.

Go somewhere far away.

You know I won't.

You owe John Wick nothing.

He had no marker on you.

Markers have fallen far, I believe.

The only debts we have lie in markers.

I don't want to do this.

Cousin!

Even the blind man knows you've lost.

I'm Cain.

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

But take care of your daughter.

I...

So, live.

I'll be waiting for you.

He was a friend.

My mother is panic abuse.

Ignore what you did.

So either you do it, or I will.

Goodbye.

Well, us homeless folk do have to stick together now, don't we?

I need to speak to him.

Last time you spoke to him, you shot him off a roof.

I had no choice.

They held all the time.

No?

But who held the gun?

John needs to know the breadth of what's coming at him. This marquee is

unrestrained. The table has let him off the leash.

Oh, my dear Winston, your benevolence is touching.

But tell me, tell me true.

Why did the Frenchman let you live?

Killing a man can turn him into a martyr.

Letting him live tells the world who's a coward or a turncoat.

For what are you?

Agreed.

The bloodshed in Osaka was not necessary.

The bloodshed?

What's the point?

You make it your choice You

come

with me

Saying twice before accepting.

And you are?

Nobody.

Coiners.

Mr. Nobody is a pathetic trait.

A miscalculation in which by trying to hide our ego, we let it appear stark

naked.

I will ask only once.

How were you able to locate him?

Pay and I'll tell you.

How much would such a service be worth?

25 million plus a matching contribution to my 401k when he's dead.

We found him once.

We'll find him again.

Is that before or after he puts you in the ground?

I like you.

Twenty million.

Like me some more.

Twenty -three.

Ego.

It's a nobody.

It's 23.

You clearly can afford it.

No, no,

no, no. It's okay. It's okay.

What the fuck is this, man?

A choice.

You can pull the knife out, or you can pull your hand out.

One shows me a man committed only to himself, and the other, a man committed

the...

Hmph!

Winston. Jonathan.

My condolences.

He was a good man.

Yes, he was.

Taken for our sins.

Who is this?

The Marquis de Gramont, elevated only by his guarantee of killing you. All the

resources at the table are at his disposal.

Where do I find him?

Paris.

Where will it end?

Huh?

With him dead.

Oh. And then?

Hmm?

Have you learned nothing?

They will replace him before the body's cold.

Hercules had his hydra.

You have the table, except you'll run out of bullets before they run out of

heads.

Kill him, but do it the smart way.

And get him to give you your freedom.

How? Turn his rules and consequences against him. Challenge him to single

combat.

High table duels are a myth.

Wrong.

They're a cold, hard fact.

And part of the foundation of the table to stop its more combustible members

from outright war.

It's also win or lose.

What you say you want.

A way out.

I don't fit at the table.

Your family does.

Get them to issue the challenge and then offer you up as proxy.

I don't have a family.

The Ruska Roma tore my ticket.

Then I suggest you get your ass to Berlin and get it mended.

Or...

Pick a plot.

What do you get out of this, Winston?

What you are so good at getting, Jonathan.

Revenge.

You have a revolver.

But we have to have fun and rejoice.

Father. Yes?

My neck.

I need to talk.

Where is Petrov?

Here.

Speak.

He's in Berlin with the Ruskaroma.

You can wire that binders for me now.

No.

Excuse me?

Kill John Wick and you'll get your money.

That wasn't a part of our deal.

The deal was for your service.

And it's now a life for life, Mr. Nobody.

When it's done, you will have your pride and your pension.

I have

to

talk to him.

You are forgetting we are still under the table.

And last I checked, you are excommunicado and your ticket

was torn.

You have no business with us.

You should be throwing me short.

Piotr is dead.

After you.

Put a bullet in the other's head.

The Marquis had one put in Piotr's.

And in fine Russian tradition, he sent us the bill.

Because of you, I had to kneel in front of the man who murdered my father.

Then we have a common enemy.

We can help each other.

You can't even help yourself.

How the hell are you going to help us?

By killing this Marquis.

They just appoint another.

It might

kill him in a duel.

How many did you kill?

To get out.

What?

You will only have to kill one to get back in. The bastard who murdered my

father.

Give me the name.

Kila Harkant.

You will find him at Himmelun Hall.

When he's dead, I will man your ticket.

Any question?

Harkant first.

Then we talk.

Bring proof of death.

I'll meet a way in.

I know a way.

Klaus will take you.

I am Klaus.

John. I am nothing!

Please tell your mistress that I am honored by this gesture and I look

to our continuing partnership.

I am closed.

Mr. John Wick in the flesh.

Mr. Babo Yeager.

My big Christmas, yeah?

Bear my menace, please.

Drink, Mr. Big.

You were expecting me. Not me.

Him.

You knew I'd be here.

I suspected it.

Family.

That family sold you out, Mr. V.

They gave you up in the vain hope of saving themselves.

You see, that's why I never trust the Cossacks. They are dirty people.

This is...

But I didn't tell Koji. You did, John.

You know, the discord between old friends, it saddened me.

Allow me to help.

Nine.

We have a deal.

Head. The monkey?

Well, I don't mind if it's bullets, blades, or a blind man.

It's for me, Mr... Nobody.

No, no, that's actually for him.

Then take it, Mr.

Nobody.

Exciting, yeah.

So, you want to kill him?

You want to kill him?

I want to kill him.

What about you, Mr. Big?

I'm going to kill you.

For better, of course, yeah.

Well, it looks like we have ourselves a... a genuine conundrum.

A quandary, if you will. A real -life dilemma.

So... I thought we'd play a game.

One hand.

Sivina decides to live.

All right.

What's the buy?

More than you can afford.

Yeah, I'm one bullet away from being a very rich man.

What, that one?

Five.

Control.

Did it make sense?

Did it

make

sense?

Well, I don't gamble.

Let's see.

4 -9 and a 4.

Most impressive.

Well, Flash, pretty good for a nobody.

Thank you.

A blind man, a guy with a dog, and John Wick walk into a bar and take a seat

at the table.

Does it sound like the beginning of a stupendous joke or a most profitable

opportunity?

One thinks he can serve his way out.

Each of them all thinks that they have the winning hand.

But what they fail to realize is that the moment they took a seat at the

table, they had already lost.

Let me guess.

Five of kind?

Yeah. Yeah.

Just so you know.

That wasn't personal.

Now maybe a little bit.

She didn't even ask.

My Lord!

Come on!

Yeah.

Not your problem, Mr.

Dick. You are unlucky.

Unlucky in life, in love, in friendship.

And now, you're dead.

No!

Why don't you just die?

He's mine.

I told you not to take a deal.

Yeah, I guess your deal didn't work out either, huh?

Huh?

Hell of a thing for them to take your eyes, though.

They didn't take them.

I gave them.

You are the son of Belarus, the orphan of our captivity.

You are with us, as we are with you in this life.

Your blood,

my blood.

Your life.

May I ask you?

Welcome home, Jordan.

The Ruska Roma will support your challenge.

Who will be your second?

of the cost of tyranny.

You must intend to join your concierge.

Not today.

Per the old ways and the old laws, John Wick calls you to a duel.

To tell your differences the old -fashioned way, as gentlemen should.

You speak of the old ways as if you know them.

A man of Mr. Wick's station cannot issue such a challenge.

He has his time, Miss Christ.

Berlin.

Roscaroma challenge, the acceptance of Mr. Wick back into the fold, it's all

there.

Recorded history now.

And why would I accept this from a second -right seat?

Because there are rules, and without them... We live with the animals.

Exactly.

Times are changing.

A new day is dawning. New ideas, new rules, new management.

Yet you will accept, because we all still sit beneath the table.

Even you are not immune to the consequences of failure.

And what exactly are Mr. Wickston's terms?

Victoria for Dushai.

The unconditional release of any and all obligations to the table.

History is littered with marquees who are only remembered by their servants.

But you, you could be remembered as the man who brought John Wick,

the most feared of all by the table and all who sit at it, into the light.

Your light.

And who could predict how high that kind of glory could take a man in our world?

You may go.

When I'm done, as a second upon his victory, my excommunicado is to be

my title restored, my hotel rebuilt and reconsecrated, all at the table's

expense.

How you do anything is how you do everything.

Now I'm done.

I think I'll miss you when you're gone.

Shame I can't say the same.

You don't know, do you?

What's that?

A man second, like his sponsor.

Either walks out with his champion or is buried beside him.

The old ways.

Such is life.

Under the old laws, only one can survive.

You both understand that?

Very good.

Rules.

The challenge chooses first.

Time.

All right.

Now.

Sunrise. Location.

You come here thinking there is a way out of this world for you, Mr. Wick.

There is not.

Sacré -Cœur.

Sacré -Cœur.

Weapons.

If you win, the table will honor its word.

You will have your freedom.

But you won't take it.

Blade.

Pistols.

Dueling pistols.

30 paces.

In the event that both parties survive, each will approach the other at

increments of ten paces until only one remains.

Rules of engagement.

No quarter.

You know why you won't take your freedom?

Because this is who you are, who you've always been.

You are a killer.

An orphan be plucked from the street and owned into a knife.

And it is the killing that gives you peppers.

A man without peppers?

Nothing.

No quarter.

No quarter.

If there is nothing else, gentlemen, I will say... Elimination.

If this is right, do you have a name?

Jane.

So be it.

Sunrise, Sacré -Cœur.

Dueling pistols, no quarter.

Should Mr. Wick be victorious, he will be free of any and all obligation to the

High Table, and his second will be reinstated.

as the manager of the rebuilt New York Continental.

Should the Marquis Vincent Bessette de Gramont be victorious... John Wick will

be dead.

As will his second.

Just so.

Now, if there is nothing more, gentlemen, I will see you at sunrise.

Failure to meet at the appointed hour will result in forfeiture and immediate

execution.

There is no John out there.

No happy husband with a normal life.

There's only John Wick, the killer.

And he's going to kill you.

Your hotel?

Yes.

You always have an angle, don't you? Doesn't everyone?

Let's find safe harbor before it starts.

There's something I need to do sooner rather than later.

Won't do it.

You fight your own fight.

Isn't this what you want?

Hmm?

Victoria Fedusha, you kill him and you and your daughter will be free.

No one can touch her.

If you don't, she will have to face the consequences.

The choice is yours.

Kane.

John.

Saying goodbye?

Saying hello.

You think your wife can hear you?

No.

Then why bother?

Maybe I'm wrong.

The dead are gone.

Only the living matter.

After my daughter was born, I want to leave this life.

I thought I did.

But you didn't.

We're damned.

You and I.

On that we agree.

My daughter is not.

It was between you and her.

You're going to die.

Maybe not.

I miss you, John.

I feel good to be with a friend.

I'll see you tomorrow.

This is how you resolve the situation.

Duelo with the Baba Yaga.

Failure will shake the foundation of the high table.

And it will turn Wick into a sect.

My victory will do the opposite.

Makita Grandma.

A man's ambition should never exceed his worth.

You would do well to remember that, sir.

God in.

Bonjour, Monsieur Wick, and welcome to La Résistance.

A little far from home, aren't you?

Well, your little act of uncivil disobedience inspired me, John. I'm

out, spreading my wings.

How goes the grand farewell tour?

Coming to an end.

So it seems, so it seems.

42 regular, was it?

It's Kevlar front to back.

The latest in ballistic chic.

Appropriate for all formal occasions.

Weddings, funerals, high table duels.

After all, a man has to look his best when it's time to get married.

Or buried.

Forgive me, sir.

But this is madness.

Madness?

trusting your faith to a blind man?

There are three types of men in this world.

Those who have something to live for, those who have something to die for, and

those who have something to kill for.

John Wick has none of these things.

He is but a ghost in search of a graveyard.

But the blind man, well, he has all three.

Besides, I have a feeling Mr. Wick will never make it to the duel by sunrise.

I understand, sir.

All right now, for all you boppers out there in the City of Light, for all you

street people with a need for the action, to all my loyal listeners who

beat of the street, tonight is your chance to make some beautiful music.

I've been asked to relay a special request.

If you want a prize, you must finish before sunrise.

This golden oldie, and I do mean golden, hit goes out to you,

Mr. Wick.

And remember, there is nowhere to run.

I want to thank you all for listening to W -U -X -I -A.

The place for all your entertainment and informational needs.

Good hunting.

And so it begins.

I'm going to need a gun.

I thought you never asked.

Nine millimeter pit viper.

How'd you get this?

I know a guy who knows a guy who's got a guy.

21 -round capacity magazine with a built -in compensator for virtually no muzzle

flip. Fiber optic front sight.

Ambidextrous safety.

Flared magwell for faster reload.

Two -pound extreme trigger.

And for those more, how should we say, intimate encounters, this Viper has

ferocious fucking fang.

How close can you get me to the church?

Amen.

Here we are, gentlemen.

Your ride.

When I advised you not to dip your pinky back into this pond, I didn't think I'd

get wet.

It'll all be over after today.

When I was burying Sherrod, I was torn about what to put on his

gravestone.

Two words to sum up an entire life.

Long live the cave!

Hadn't mine made years ago.

Modest?

Prophetic.

What did you desire?

Friend.

That's what he was above all else.

A friend.

Thank you, King.

Jonathan.

Wait, Jonathan.

Sunrise is at 6 .03.

Can't be late for all our sakes, hmm?

Loving husband.

Hmm?

That's what I want on my... John.

Loving husband.

Confirmed. Good news, buffers. We have a sighting.

Our man in black has been spotted in the Cetium Arrondissement.

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

Thank you.

like our friends at the guild dropped the ball.

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

Let's see who picks it up.

We're gonna have to do a lot better.

Now, who's gonna be our big winner?

Bye.

I think we have the situation under control.

Is that the way I see it?

Is that a Mr. Johnny boy?

Making it to the church on time?

This could be your last night as my king.

What? What?

Our wicked friend is on the move again.

He's headed your way, my listeners of the deep.

Yes? Fine.

You have a deal.

Alright, 35 it is.

That wasn't our deal.

Well,

that's the only deal being offered today.

What? Now you listen to me. Forty.

You pay for the service.

That's all.

Good news, buppers.

The lottery just went up.

Are you puppers still sitting on a slide?

Mr. Wick has a church in sight.

We are almost out of time.

Last chance to win the prize before Mr.

Wick's last sunrise.

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

Bonne chance.

Ugh!

It appears Mr. Wick won't be joining us.

What time is sunrise?

Two, maybe three minutes.

I need you to get to the top of those stairs, John.

Yeah.

Ready?

Yeah.

Twelve or nine?

Nine!

It's a fair thing.

You can't shoot me.

You're right.

But I can shoot him.

and hit you on the fucking head.

Good job.

You hit my puppy.

you owe me.

Yeah.

Nothing for us to know, John.

We're even now.

And so we begin.

We seek the truth and will endure the consequences.

Thank you.

Positions, General.

See you in the next life, brother.

30 paces.

Fuck off!

What a beautiful sunrise

Last words, Winston?

Just have fun out there.

Are you ready, Mr. King?

Mr. Wick?

Purwit, good Purwit.

Fire!

Twenty faces.

Ten paces.

Just kill him

Those

who

cling to death live

Those who cling to life die.

Hey!

That's your sponsor?

I claim the coup de grace.

Your weapon. Give it to me.

My daughter's free now.

Oui. You and your daughter.

Enjoy.

You arrogant asshole.

He didn't shoot.

Your obligation to the table is satisfied, John Wick.

You are free.

As are you and your daughter, sir.

You will be fully reinstated, Mr. Manager.

All of your terms will be fulfilled.

business here now is concluded.

Good day.

my brother you owe me one

yeah

Jonathan? Will you take me home?

Of course.

Never thought I'd see the day.

Where do you think he is? Heaven or hell?

Who knows?

До свидания, мой сын.

You've taken everything I love from me. Now it's time I pay the price while

I'll be walking free.

I'm gonna make it right.

I won't apologize.

No tears, just a cry.

I'm staying right tonight. A night for a night.

A life for a life.

I feel alive.