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And to do that.

I must destroy everything
that idea touches.

Bloodshed in Osaka
was not necessary.

The bloodshed.

Was the point.

You'll make it your choice.

You come with me.

Playing twice before accepting.

And you are?

Nobody.

Gardeners.

There's the nobody.

Is that pathetic trade?

And miscalculation, in which
by trying to hide our ego,

we let it appear stark naked.

I will ask only once.

Ohh, were you able
to locate him?

Paying, I'll tell you.

How much would such
a service be worth?

25 million + a metric contribution
to my 401K when he's dead?

We found him once.

And find him again.

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

I like you.

20 million.

Like me some more.

23.

Ego

Mr nobody, there's 23.

You clearly can afford it.

On the service.

Who the fuck
is this man?

He could 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 to the cause.

Which one are you?

Good.

Oh,

oh.

Ohh.

Ohh.

Burgess.

Winston.

Jonathan.

My condolences.

He was a good man.

Yes, he was.

Taken for our sins.

Who is this?

The Marquis de grammar.

Elevated only by his guarantee
of killing you,

all the resources of the table
are at

his disposal.

Where do I find?

Paris.

Where will it end?

Huh.

With him dead.

Ohh.

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 run out of bullets

before they run out of heads.

Kill him or do it
the smart way.

Get him to give you freedom.

How to turn these rules
and consequences against him?

Challenge him to single combat.

High table two months
are messed wrong.

There are cold, hard fact,

and part of the foundation
of the table

to stop its more combustible

members from outright war.

It's also where I lose.

What you say you want?

A way out?

I don't select 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 risk of Roma torment.

And I suggest you get
your ass to Berlin.

Get it mended?

Or.

Pick up lot.

What do you get out
of this whatsoever?

Would you are so good
at getting Jonathan?

Revenge.

Glass.

Starting.

So.

Sure.

Normally those.

Ohh.

The.

Meaning using the Bugatti daddy pig.

Ohh.

My shoot.

Yeah.

Speak.

He's in Berlin at the Ruska Roma,

thinking why that finder's fee now?

No.

Excuse me?

Kill John Wick and you'll get your line.

That wasn't part of our deal.

The deal was for your service.

It's our life for life,
Mr Nobody.

Yours.

Boys.

When it's done,
you will have

your bras and your bedroom.

Asshole.

Blindness in Vernon.

No air target Bolshevik, boydon,

Jonathan, Vic.

They're both so sorry
about Katya.

It is the Starship.

The major problem?

Minogue Remini.

When you notice an infographic.

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.

To be truly shot
beyond that is dead.

After you put a bullet
in the others head.

The monkeys had one put in by others.

And in fine Russian tradition.

He said us the bill.

Because of you.

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

Common enemy.

We can help each other.

You can't even help yourself.

How the hell are you
going to help us?

Knowing the smart key.

They just appoint another.

He was me and Nicci Bonnyrigg.

It does if I kill another tool.

Yeah.

Study.

What's wrong with the tools?

Will bring.

You will not about.

Shouldn't see me.

Anyone who's involved grieving.

How many did you kill?

To get out.

Gods.

You will only have to kill one.

To get back in the bastard
who murdered my father.

Give me the name.

Aquila harka.

You'll find them at Hamilton Hall
when he's dead.

I will mend your ticket question.

Had done first,
then we took bring proof of death.

Ohh need a win.

Lenovo.

Glasgow, thank you.

I am Claus.

Hello.

John I am.

Please tell your mistress,

since I am honoured by this gesture

and I look forward to

our continuing partnership.

I am card.

We used that, John Vic.

Instant lash.

Step up.

Oh yeah, guy.

Must be kissmas, yeah?

They are my menace, please.

I did think Mr Beck.

You were expecting me, not me.

In.

John.

How are you?

You knew I'd be here.

Ohh, I suspected it.

Family.

That family sold you out,
Mr Vick.

They gave you up.

It's a vain hope
of saving themselves.

You see, that's why I never trust
the Cossacks.

I dirty people.

This is personal.

I sense tension here.

Mr Wig may probably feel a responsible
for the death of a.

Mutual friend.

But I didn't kill Koji.

You did, John.

You know, it's it's discord
between old friends.

It saddens me.

I love you too.

Dial.

We have a deal.

Head.

The marquee.

And if it's bullet lights
or a blind man?

Do you have any browsing differently?

This is for me, Mr.

Nobody.

No, that's actually for him.

Santa your seat, Mr nobody.

It.

Exciting, yeah.

So you want to kill him?

You want to kill him?

I want to kill him.

What about you, Mr Vick?

I'm going to kill you.

For better, of course, yeah.

Well, it looks like we have ourselves.

Have you anyway conundrum?

The contrary, if you will.

A real life dilemma.

Shut up.

I thought we play a game.

One hand.

See.

Then decides who lives.

And it does not.

Alright.

More than you can afford.

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

What did fun?

5

control.

Mr nick.

Mr Beck.

Did men's hand Mr Wink?

Well.

I don't gamble.

Let's see.

49.

And a four most impressive.

Ah, royal slash.

Pretty good for the nobody, thank you.

A blind man.

The guy is a dog.

And John Vegan walking,
talking bar

and take a seat at the table.

Say that it sounds like the beginning
of a stupendous joke

or a most profitable opportunity.

1.

Thinks he can serve
his way out.

Fun.

Thinks he can buy
his way out.

And one.

Thinks he can kill.

Piece of my heart.

Each of them all things
that they have 70 hand.

But what they fail.

Sorry, Elise, you said the moment
she took her seat at the table.

Say it already lost.

Let me guess 5 and kind.

Yeah, yeah.

I got to poop.

Guy got on.

Yeah.

Put gun.

Gotcha.

Just so you know.

The Internet wasn't personal.

Now maybe a little bit.

Jill.

Trying this out.

She's.

Not.

OK.

Hey.

Yeah.

Yeah.

What's your problem is Mr Nick,

you are lucky.

I like it.

The crown.

Right shape.

But no.

He's mine.

I told you not to take a deal.

I guess you're doing
didn't work out either.

Huh.

How do we think for them
to take your eyes, though?

They didn't take them.

I gave.

These seem Belarus sirata
Nashoba plane.

This thousand Snam Kagami Starboy
vertiginous leadership.

Via Croft,

Maya.

They took money out, boy.

Via Rising Maya Jesus.

The robbers elephants
don't winger Danny.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Veruska Roma will support.

Your challenge?

Who will be your second?

A warning of the cost
of tyranny.

You must intend to join
your concierge.

Not today.

Here the old ways
and the old laws.

John Wick calls you to a duel.

To sell your differences
the old fashioned way,

as gentlemen should.

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

A man of Mr Wilkes station
cannot issue such a challenge.

He has his family's principal.

Berlin, Ruska Roma challenged
the acceptance of Mr

Wingback into the fold.

It's all there.

Recorded history now.

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

Because there were rules
and without them.

We live with the animals exactly.

Ohh.

Times are changing.

A new day is dawning.

New ideas, new wools.

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?

How Mr Wilkes is dumps?

Victoria fiduciaire.

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

Ohh history is littered with marquees

who were only remembered
by their servants.

For you.

You could be remembered
as the man who brought John Wick.

The most feared of all by the table,

who cited it into the light.

Your light.

And who could predict how high
that kind of glory

could take a man in our world?

No, not toy friend.

To discuss wounds.

You may go.

When I'm done.

As his second upon his victory,

Mikes Kimmunicator

was to be lifted,

my title restored,

my hotel rebuilt, and reconsecrated
all of the tables expense.

Of course.

The Switzerland measurement.

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 the 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.

Sunrise.

Now.

Sunrise.

Location.

You come here thinking there
is a way out of this world

for you, Mr Wick.

Or is not.

The song clip.

Socratica.

Securicor.

Weapons.

If you win.

The table will honour its word.

We'll have your freedom.

But you won't take it.

Blades.

Pistols.

Duelling pistols.

30 paces.

In the event that both parties survive,

each will approach the other
at increments of

10 paces until only one remains.

Rules of engagement.

No quarter.

You know why you won't
take your freedom.

Ohh.

Because this is who you are.

Or you've always been?

You are a killer.

And often we blocked
from the street and owned into a knife.

And it is the killing
that gives you purpose.

A man without purpose.

There's nothing.

No quarter.

No quarter.

There's nothing else, gentlemen.

A nomination.

That is his right.

Do you have a name?

Game.

So be it.

Sunrise sakakura.

Duelling pistols?

No quarter.

So Mr Whitby 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 beset

the grandmamma victorious John Wick
will be dead.

As well as second.

Just so.

Now, if there is nothing more, gentlemen,

I will see you at sunrise.

Failure to meet at the
appointed hour results

in forfeiture and immediate execution.

There's no genre.

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 Angel,
don't you?

Doesn't everyone?

That's fine.

Safe harbour before it starts.

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

Won't do it.

You fight your own fight.

Isn't this what you want?

Umm.

Victoria fiducia.

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.

OK.

John.

Saying goodbye.

The same alone.

You think your wife
can hear you?

No.

White ball.

Maybe I'm wrong.

The dead are gone.

Only to live in matter.

After my daughter was born.

I want to leave this life.

I thought I did.

But you did.

Were there out.

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 missed you, John.

It's so good to see with a friend.

I'll see you tomorrow.

This is how you resolve the situation.

Dweller with the Baba Yaga failure

will shake the foundation
at the high table.

And that will turn witch
into a set.

My victory.

You will do the opposite.

My grandma.

A man's ambition.

Should never exceed his worth.

You would do well
to remember that, Sir.

Two days.

Nobody.

Don't ask men.

Say.

Samuel.

Bonjour, miss your week
and welcome.

So, Lawrence, stories little far
from home, aren't you?

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

I'm branching out,
spreading my wings.

How goes the grand farewell tour?

Coming to an end?

So it seems, so it seems.

42 regular, wasn't it?

It's Kevlar, front to back,

the latest and 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.

Like this?

First, see your face
to a blind man.

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.

Is but a ghost
in such of a graveyard.

But a blind man?

Yes, all three.

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

Compromising.

All right, now for are
you Boppers out there

in the city of lights

for all your treat

people with a near for the action?

The loyal listeners who know
the beat of the street.

Tonight is your chance
to make some beautiful music.

I've been asked to relay special requests.

Her secret admirer?

It seems there's a boy
in our little slice of paradise.

Ohh wicked man
from the Big Apple

is making a beeline
to our Sacred Heart.

We're putting the call out
to deliver your hardest beat

to these men in black.

If you want the 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.

Sing.

I want to thank you all
for listening to Wu.

Bags I a the place for all.

And informed.

Good hunting.

And so it begins.

I'm going to need a gun.

I thought you never asked.

9 millimetre pit Viper.

How did you get this?

I know a guy who knows
a guy who shot a guy.

21 round capacity magazine
with a built-in compensator

for virtually no muzzle flip fibre

optic front sight,

and the dextrous safeties
flared magwell

for faster reloads, 2 pound

extreme trigger, and for those more,

how shall we say,
intimate encounters?

This Viper has ferocious fucking fangs.

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 shirar.

I was torn about what to put
on his gravestone.

Few words to sum up
an entire life.

Long live The Cave.

At my man years ago.

Modest.

Prophetic.

What did you decide?

Friend.

That's what he was above all else.

A friend.

But why don't shows music?

Thank you.

Jonathan.

Sunrise is at 603.

You can't be late,
for all our sakes.

Loving husband.

Hmm.

That's what I want online.

John.

Lovely husband.

Confirmed.

Good news buffers,
we have a sighting.

Are men in black has been spotted
into such amount of smoke?

I think it's high time
we painting red.

It seems like our friends
at the Guild dropped the ball.

And now it's rolling
to the actual trial.

Let's see who picks it up.