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 that no one's that good.
No. I thought not.
May I suggest a drink, sir.
Bourbon, perhaps.
That sounds perfect.
So what sort of movement am I looking at?
Well, if you're lookin' to heal,
then keep it marginal.
However, if you still have...
...business to attend to,
take two of these beforehand.
Your stitches'll 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 Ms. Perkins to get out of bed for less than three.
Viggo's giving me four to break hotel rules.
That's unwise, I assure you.
You were always a pussy.
Yes?
I apologize for calling you at this hour,
but we have received a number of grievances
from your floor concerning the noise.
My apologies.
I was dealing with an uninvited guest.
Have you need then of, say,
a dinner reservation, perhaps?
Perhaps. I'll have to get back to you.
No!
Where's losef?
Fuck you.
Where's Viggo?
I'm not telling you shit!
Do you really wanna die here, Perkins?
Give me somethin'.
Little Russia.
There's a church near Cannon Court.
What about it?
It's a front.
It's where Viggo keeps his private stash.
Thank you.
Do I know you?
I'm thinkin' 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?
Babysittin' the sleepin' one?
Catch and release?
Catch and release.
My son, how might I help you?
Motherfucker!
Let's go to the vault.
Open it.
Viggo will kill me.
Uh-huh.
Ladies, out.
Honestly,
what do you think you're going to do with all of that?
This.
Don't worry.
Housekeeping will find you.
Treat all your ladies like this?
You are no lady. Trust me.
Harry, is it?
How'd 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 management.
Don't worry. Housekeeping will find you.
Ashes to ashes.
Can we recover from this?
Viggo, you know what was in that vault, right?
It was nothing.
Shit!
Come on!
I'll say this, John.
They sure as fuck broke the mold with you.
Ay, ay...
You always had a certain...
audacity about you, you know.
Right? Oh, yeah.
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?
Artwork, cash, not without its worth,
but the leverage I had on this city,
audio recordings, physical evidence, blackmail,
it was fuckin' priceless!
Priceless!
Yeah. I kind of enjoyed that.
Yeah, I know you did.
Yeah.
Are you really laughing?
So...
Then you got married, ah? Settled down.
How did you manage that anyways?
Luck, I guess.
Yeah.
Yeah, while 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 over 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,
infecting everyone who comes close to you.
We are cursed, you and I.
On that we agree.
Finally, common ground.
Okay.
Step aside.
Give me your son.
John Wick.
It was just a fucking car! Just a fuckin' dog!
Just a dog...
Viggo?
Yeah.
When Helen died, I lost everything.
Until that dog arrived on my doorstep.
A final gift from my wife.
In that moment, I received some semblance of hope.
An opportunity to grieve unalone.
And your son
took that from me!
Oh, come on...
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 thinkin' I'm back!
So you can either hand over your son...
or you can die screaming alongside him!
Cool it, cool it, cool it, cool it, cool it!
John!
Where is he? Shit.
Shit!
I have your word that if 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.
Of course.
But it won't matter.
Will you stop playing the fucking video game?
Will you stop playing that fucking video game?
Get down, get down!
Come on, come on! Get down, get down!
Make the arrangements.
Thank you.
Our pleasure, sir.
A parting gift. From the management.
Compensation for last night's unfortunate
incident.
How many times do I have to save your ass?
I appreciate it.
Of course.
You look terrible.
No, I look retired.
Retired?
You really believe that?
You made a new life.
You'll find your way back to it.
It's time to go home.
Let's get on with this, whatever the fuck this is.
Hello, Marcus.
This is John.
I appreciate you granting my son a 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 opportunity to kill John Wick.
And if you had done your job,
my son would be still alive!
And in so doing,
he broke the cardinal rule.
Thank you.
Ms. Perkins.
Why am I not surprised?
In for a penny, in for a pound.
So, John, I had no choice.
I always liked you, Marcus.
The last of the old guard.
Oh.
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.
We done, Viggo?
We're done.
Okay. Here.
Thank you.
Yeah. Fuel the chopper.
Ms. Perkins, I apologize for calling you at this hour.
Ms. 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 at a certain helipad
is being fueled for a certain someone.
Have you got my cigarettes?
Yeah, I got your cigarettes.
Oh, fuck!
Yeah. Super. Come on, let's go. Faster!
The helicopter's right down there. Come on! Let's go!
Oh, shit!
Goddamn, I knew he'd come.
What's fuckin' wrong with this guy?
Somebody give me a gun. Who's got a gun?
Oh, God!
That was a good one.
Who's got a gun?
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.
Ah!
Fuck!
No!
No more guns, John.
No more bullets.
Just you and me, John.
You and me.
What happened, John?
We were professionals. Civilized.
Do I look civilized to you?
Be seeing you, John.
Yeah.
Be seeing you.
Come on, John. Let's go home.
It's okay.
Let's go home.
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