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(helicopter whirring) (water lapping) man: (on radio) it looks like the storm has passed. new yorkers, a season high, seven inches of rain last night. high winds and flooding in some areas even left some new yorkers stranded. city crews still working this morning. they're trying to restore power to several areas in the boroughs.
good news is, today should be sunny with highs in the low 60s. (crunching) relentless weather these past few weeks. so get out there, enjoy the sun, go to the park, get outside if you can, because it's not gonna last long. (grunts) (man on radiocontinues indistinctly) (pants)
what are you doing, john? john: looking at you. helen: come here. (panting) helen: are you still filming? (alarm beeping) (beeping stops) (sighs) (ekg beeping)
(indistinct conversations) (continues beeping) (ekg flatlining) (wind chimes echoing) john: just an anniversary... (thunder rumbling) marcus: it's been a while. my condolences. how're you holdin' up?
i keep asking "why her?" there's no rhymeor reason to this life. it's days like todayscattered among the rest. are you sure? don't blame yourself. what are you reallydoing here, marcus? just checkin' upon an old friend. goodbye, john. (doorbell rings)
john wick? yes. sign here, please. and the pen. sorry. here you go.good night. thanks. (breathes deeply) helen: "john, i'm sorry i can't be there for you.
"but you still need something, someone, 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, helen." (sobbing) (exhaling) (sniffs)
(softly) hey. hey. daisy. of course. come on. (exhales) (whimpering) i'm up. i'm up... i'm up. i'm up.
hey! oh. right. what? we'll grab yousome kibble later. (collar dinging on bowl) (daisy barks) (engine starts) (hip-hop music playingon car stereo)
(music stops) (men speaking russian) (laughs) (continues speaking russian) nice ride. mustang. boss 429. (taps) she a '70? '69.
huh. beautiful car. how much? excuse me? how much for the car? she's not for sale. oh, i love dogs. (speaking russian) (chuckles)
you have good day, sir. (door opens) (door creaking) (engine revving) (tires screeching) (engine revs) (yelling) (brakes screeching) (breathing heavily)
all right, come on, then. how you doin'? (barking) you need to go? (groans) (speaks indistinctly) (iosef chuckles) (iosef speaks russian) (glass shatters)
(dog whimpering) (victor speaking russian) (yelps) (victor speaks russian) uh-huh. (mumbles) (speaks russian) (heart beating) (daisy whimpering)
(horn honking) (music continues playing) (both chuckle) yo, aurelio! (door closes) ah? i want a new vin numberand some clean papers. where'd you get that car? is it here?
it was. i asked you wherethe hell did you get it? who gives a shit? aurelio: iosef tarasov nicked it. viggo's son. yeah. all right, get out of here.just get out of my shop.get out right now. did you just loseyour shit, aurelio? because we own you.
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 that car,did you kill him or what? no. i sure as hellfucked up his dog.(laughs) you fucked up his dog?that's what you did? you fucked up his dog?
(laughing) yeah... that's crazy shit, man. aw, look at you.that's great. you're gonna come intomy shop and you're gonnapull a gun on me. ah, that's great, man.come on! now, either you kill meright now or you get the fuckoutta my shop! viggo is notgonna like this. how do you knowwhat viggo likesor doesn't like?
i'll tell you somethin'he's gonna understand. you've got a fuckin'pair on you, old man! i guess we'll betakin' our businesssomeplace else. aurelio: so what are you gonna do? i need a ride. (phone ringing) (clears throat) aurelio speaking. viggo: i heardyou struck my son.
aurelio: yes sir, i did. and may i ask why? yeah. well, because he stolejohn wick's car, sir. and, uh, killed his dog. (sips) viggo? yeah? they've agreedto your terms. i mean, it's not likeyou gave them much
of a choice anyway,though, right? (whispering)congratulations. sir? have you seen my son? how was your trip, kid? we won't be hearingfrom them anytime soon. or ever. (swallows) that's a nice jacket.
(retches) (gagging) (coughs) should i go? viggo, english, please.come on... stay, god damn it! iosef: what did i do? iosef: we didwhat you asked. no one saw shit.
i'm not talkingabout atlantic city. what, then? you mean aurelio's?so i stole a fucking car! aw, fuck, viggo! right, i'll go... you stay! (iosef clears throat) it's not what you did, son,that angers me so. it's who you did it to.
who? the fucking nobody! that fuckin' nobody is john wick. (footsteps thumping) he once was an associate of ours. they call him baba yaga. the boogeyman? well, john wasn't exactlythe boogeyman. he was the oneyou sent to killthe fucking boogeyman.
viggo: john isa man of focus, commitment, sheer will. something you knowvery little about. i once saw him killthree men in a bar. with a pencil. with a fuckin'... ...pencil. then suddenly one dayhe asked to leave.
it's over a woman,of course. so i made a deal with him. i gave himan impossible task. a job no onecould have pulled off. the bodieshe buried that day laid the foundationof what we are now. and then, my son, a few daysafter his wife died, you steal his car
and kill his fuckin' dog. father, i canmake this right. oh... how do you plan that? by finishingwhat i started. what the... did he heara fucking word i said? iosef! iosef! listen! huh? (exhales) john will come for you.
and you will do nothing, because you can do nothing. so get the fuckout of my sight! viggo: hello, john. i heard about your wife,and i'm sorry. it seems to be fate, or happenstance or just bad fuckin' luck caused our paths to cross once again. john? let us not resort toour baser instincts
and handle this like civilized men, to move on... (phone clatters) avi: what'd he say? enough. (whispering) oh, god. task your crew. (stammers) how many? how many do you have? (viggo singing softlyin russian)
(gunshots) (glass shattering) (yells) (magazine clatters) (grunting) (both straining) (straining) evenin', john. evenin', jimmy.
noise complaint? noise complaint. (indistinct radio chatter) you, uh, workin' again? no, just sortin'some stuff out. ah, well... 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 makea dinner reservation for 12. good to see you, john. john: charlie. you look good. and here i'd fearedyou'd left all this behind. (squeaking) will i be hearin'from you anytime soon?
goodbye, charlie. john. of course he did. put a contracton john wick. two million. english, viggo, please. put iosef inthe red circle and wait. for what? for john wick, of course.
(whirring) (doorbell buzzing) thank you. marcus: to whatdo i owe this visit? (viggo exhales) i have a job for you. and i've got a phone. hmm. i want to offer youthis face to face
seeing as how youmight find it personal. would you kill john wickfor two million dollars? after all, you were close. is the contract exclusive? no, it's open. it's a timely matter,it has to be handled quickly. consider it done. thank you, marcus. i know i can trust you.thanks for the drink.
(soft music playingover speakers) (woman talking indistinctly) charon: room 918.do enjoy your stay. good seeingyou again, john. perkins. i have you for two nights. depending on business,it may be more. of course, sir. so when did the old placeget a facelift?
around four years ago. but i assure you, sir,she really hasn'tchanged much. same owner? same owner. room 818. and, as always, it is a pleasurehaving you withus again, mr. wick. helen: what are you doing, john? come here.
(creaking) (inaudible) (jazz music playing) (singing) hello, winston. jonathan. now, as i recall, weren't you the onetasked to dole out the beatings,not receive them?
rusty, i guess. to what dowe owe the pleasure? iosef tarasov. what about him? i'd like to talk with him. a talk, you say. i'm familiar withthe parlance, jonathan. i want to ask you this. have you returnedto the fold?
just visiting. have you thoughtthis through? i mean, chewed downto the bone? you got out once. you dip so much as a pinkyback into this pond, you may well findsomething reaches out and drags youback into its depths. where do i find him? avi: hey.
wick's at the continental. welcome home, john. we have a contact therewho's willing totake him out for us. how brazen. if they're willingto break the rulesof continental, double the bounty. you know the rules. no businesscan be conductedon these premises lest incurringheavy penalties.
have a drink and relax. for now. it's personal. (jazz music continues) holy shit! jonathan! hey, addy. my god! how long has it been?four years?
five and change. so tell me, how was lifeon the other side? it was good, addy. far better than i deserved. hey, i'm sorryto hear about your... i've never seenyou like this. like what? vulnerable. i'm retired.
not if you're drinkin' here,you're not. usual? please. compliments of the house. (song ends) (dance music playing) (mellow music playing) (iosef and gregorysinging in russian) (men laughing)
did you seethe tits on that girl? (victor laughs) better hope litais working tonight. (speaking indistinctly) are you scared ofthe fuckin' boogeyman? i'm not. no. but you should be. i want another bottle! right fuckin' now!go get me a bottle!
come on! hello, francis. mr. wick. are you hereon business, sir? afraid so, francis. why don't youtake the night off. thank you, sir. (humming) (door squeaking)
(continues humming) (water splashing) fuck you, motherfucker! (groaning) (continues groaning) where is iosef? (choking) bath house, downstairs. (gurgling)
(bones cracking) (music continues) (both grunting) (women shrieking) (guard speaking russian) go! (woman screaming) (man grunting) (screams)
john wick's there.go get him! (people screaming) move! he's here!he's fucking here!he's there! he's coming! (gun clicks) (gun cocks) (woman screams) (women screaming) (car approaching) get in! get in!
come on, come on! (tires screech) (cell phone ringing) (siren wailingin distance) charon:good evening, mr. wick. good evening. how may i be of service? is the doctor in? yes, sir. 24/7.
then send him up, please. yes, sir. how good's your laundry? i'm sorry to say thatno one's that good. no. i thought not. may i suggesta drink, sir. bourbon, perhaps. that sounds perfect. (sniffles)
so what sort of movementam i looking at? well, if you'relookin' to heal, then keep it marginal. however,if you still have... ...business to attend to, take two ofthese beforehand. your stitches'll tearand you'll bleed, but you'llhave full function. do you need anythingfor the pain?
no, i've got that covered. (gasps) hey, john. perkins? i thoughti'd let myself in. i noticed. i never knew ms. perkinsto get out of bedfor less than three. viggo's giving me fourto break hotel rules. that's unwise,i assure you.
you were always a pussy. (ringing continues) yes? charon: i apologize for calling you at this hour, but we have receiveda number of grievances from your floorconcerning the noise. john: my apologies. i was dealing withan uninvited guest. have you needthen of, say,
a dinner reservation,perhaps? john: perhaps.i'll have to get backto you. no! (grunting) where's iosef? fuck you. where's viggo? i'm not telling you shit! do you really wannadie here, perkins? give me somethin'.
little russia. there's a churchnear cannon court. john: what about it? perkins: it's a front. it's where viggo keepshis private stash. man: do i know you? i'm thinkin' so. hey, john.(chuckles) hey, harry.
everything all right? yeah. everything's fine. i'll leave youto it, then. hey, harry? you keen onearning a coin? babysittin'the sleepin' one? catch and release? catch and release. (organ playing hymnals)
my son,how might i help you? motherfucker!(speaking russian) let's go to the vault. (gasping) (gunshot) open it. viggo will kill me. (keypad beeping) (door buzzing)
ladies, out. (women whimpering) honestly, what do you thinkyou're going to dowith all of that? this. (air hissing) (man speaking indistinctly) harry: don't worry. housekeeping will find you.
treat all your ladieslike this? you are no lady.trust me. (bone cracks) harry, is it? how'd you like to earnmore than just a gold coin? you've broken the rules. you've done businesson continental grounds. and managementdoes not take kindlyto that sort of behavior. fuck management.
(muffled gunshot) don't worry.housekeeping will find you. (viggo speaking russian) ashes to ashes. can we recover from this? viggo, you knowwhat wasin that vault, right? it was nothing. (gunfire) shit!
(man grunts) (indistinct shouting) (gunfire continues) (man shouting) (vehicle approaching) viggo: i'll say this, john. they sure as fuckbroke the mold with you. (viggo laughs) ay, ay...
you always hada certain... (stammering) ...audacity about you,you know. right? oh, yeah. i can say you'restill very muchthe john wick of old. am i? people don't change.you know that. times, they do. do you know whatwas in that vault?
artwork, cash,not without its worth, but the leveragei had on this city, audio recordings,physical evidence,blackmail, it was fuckin' priceless! priceless! yeah. i kind ofenjoyed that. (laughs) yeah,i know you did. are you really laughing? so...
then you got married, ah?settled down. how did you managethat anyways? luck, i guess. yeah, while you hadyour wife, i had my son. and believe me,you had a far better deal. and then you left. and the wayyou got out, lying to yourself thatthe past held no swayover the future. but in the end,
a lot of us are rewardedfor our misdeeds, which is whygod took your wife and unleashedyou upon me. this life follows you. it clings to you, infecting everyonewho comes close to you. we are cursed,you and i. on that we agree. finally, common ground.(chuckles)
okay. step aside. give me your son. john wick. it was just a fucking car!just a fuckin' dog! just a dog... when helen died,i lost everything. until that dog arrivedon my doorstep. a final gift from my wife.
in that moment,i received somesemblance of hope. an opportunityto grieve unalone. and your son took that from me! oh, come on... stole that from me! killed that from me! people keep askingif i'm back. and i haven't reallyhad an answer.
but now, yeah,i'm thinkin' i'm back! so you can eitherhand over your son... ...or you can diescreaming alongside him! (cracking) (vehicle driving away) cool it, cool it, cool it,cool it, cool it! john! where is he? shit.
i have your word thatif i tell you where he is, you'll let me walk away? pull the contract. done. he's kept in a safe house.brooklyn. 434 wallace place. they know you're coming. but it won't matter. (gun firing)
(explosions in game) will you stop playingthe fucking video game? (man speaking russian) will you stop playingthat fucking video game? (firing gun) get down, get down! come on, come on!get down, get down! (beeping) (explosion)
make the arrangements. our pleasure, sir. a parting gift.from the management. compensation forlast night's unfortunate incident. (car engine starting) marcus: how many timesdo i have to save your ass? john: i appreciate it. marcus: of course.
you look terrible. no, i look retired. retired? you really believe that? you made a new life. (ship horn blowing) you'll find your wayback to it. it's time to go home. (marcus sighs)
let's get on with this,whatever the fuck this is. viggo: hello, marcus. this is john. i appreciate yougranting my sona swift death. i wouldn't know how to reply to that either. marcus betrayed me. you pulled the contract. and while it was open,you had every chance, every opportunityto kill john wick.
and if you haddone your job, my son wouldbe still alive! and in so doing, he broke the cardinal rule. ms. perkins. why am i not surprised? in for a penny,in for a pound. viggo: so, john, i had no choice. i always liked you, marcus.
the last of the old guard. (screaming) but unlike the others,you go out on my terms. god! no! no, my good sir. i go out on my own. see? well played, old friend. (tires squealing)
avi: we done, viggo? we're done. okay. here. (cell phone beeping) yeah. fuel the chopper. (cell phone vibrating) charon: ms. perkins, i apologize for calling you at this hour. ms. perkins, your membershipto the continentalhas been,
by thine own hand,revoked. (coins clinking) winston: i know what you're thinking, jonathan. we live by a code. which is why i'm notthe one telling you that a certain helicopterat a certain helipad is being fueled fora certain someone. have you gotmy cigarettes? yeah, i gotyour cigarettes.
(thunder crashing) avi: oh, fuck! yeah. super.come on, let's go. faster! the helicopter'sright down there.come on! let's go! oh, shit! (laughing) goddamn,i knew he'd come. (all grunting) what's fuckin' wrongwith this guy?
somebody give me a gun.who's got a gun? oh, god! that was a good one. who's got a gun? avi: fuck! viggo, the helicopters,right over there.we have to get over there. ah! oh, my god,i need a gun. english, please.
good luck. russian cocksucker. fuck! no! (thunder rumbles) viggo: no more guns, john. no more bullets. just you and me, john. you and me.
(shouts) what happened, john? we were professionals.civilized. do i look civilized to you? (viggo screams) be seeing you, john. be seeing you. helen: (on video) come on, john. let's go home. (dogs barking)
(dog whining) it's okay. let's go home.
