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John wick excommunicado in effect 6 p .m.. Eastern Standard Time

I do hope that Mr. Mink finds his way to safety.

He knew the rules, he broke them.

He killed a man on company grounds, after all.

Do you expect him to make it out?

$14 million bounty on his head. Every interested party in the city wants a

of it.

I'd say the other body.

No way.

They'll kill you just as soon as that makes you better.

But I know better, man. I know better. I know what up.

Tick -tock, Mr. Wick.

Tick -tock.

Tick -tock.

Tick -tock.

Tick -tock.

No time to dilly -dally, Mr. Wick.

New York Public Library.

Got it.

Change of plan.

The Continental.

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

Yes, sir, Mr. Wick.

Good job.

John Wick, excommunicado. In effect, 20 minutes.

Can I help him? Russian folktale. Alexander Afanasyev.

Nagrodny Ruski -Skovski, 1864.

Thank you.

Consider your origins.

You were not made to live as brutes, but to follow virtue and knowledge.

Dante.

Looking a little run down there, John.

Ernest, I still have time. It's almost up.

Who's going to know the difference?

You sure this is what you want to do?

$40 million is a lot of money.

Not if you can't spend it.

John Wick, excommunicado. In effect, ten minutes.

Let it be known that Bowery will honor the

excommunicado. No help, no services of any kind.

Please, there's still time. No, I can't. I still have five minutes.

Please.

All

right,

sit there.

Puncture wound.

Went deep.

Nixie artery.

All right.

John Wick, excommunicado.

In effect, one minute.

Five seconds.

John Wick, excommunicado. In effect in five, four,

three, two, one.

john wick 14 million open contract is now in effect all services are suspended

way on

the

right

yeah Take four.

It'll give you energy, help with the pain.

Mr. Wick.

You'll never believe I stopped on the hour.

But you did.

They'll know.

Know what?

I told you where the medicine was.

Where? Here.

Just below my floating rib. Be sure not to hit my... Oh, wait.

One may not be enough.

All right.

Be sure not to graze my...

Good luck, Mr. Wick.

Thanks, Doc.

Doc. Doc.

Doc has your...

Boom!

Okay.

It's coming along.

Open contract.

Increase 15 million.

Where are you going, Jonathan?

We are closed.

How old are you? How old are you?

And the belt.

Lead him.

Uvidimsya. Uvidimsya.

Jabdani, 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

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.

My name is Giordani Jovanovic.

You are bound,

and I am old.

You are owed. You're owed nothing, Giordani. You know, when my pupils first

here, they wish for one thing.

A life free of suffering.

I tried to dissuade them from these childish notions, but as you know, art

pain.

Life is suffering.

Somehow you managed to get out.

But here you are, back where you began.

All of this for what?

Because of the dog?

It was not just a dog.

Pleasant memories.

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

The high table wants your life.

How can you fight the wind?

How can you smash the mountain?

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, Giordano.

What do you really want?

Passage.

Where did you want to go?

Casablanca.

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, Shadani, your ticket is torn.

You can never come home again.

Take him to the lifeboats.

That's what that means.

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.

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.

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.

while seeking sanctuary in the Continental.

With a 45 ACP, it appears.

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

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

Yes.

You've 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

away after he shot Santino D 'Antonio in front of you. I made him excommunicate.

But not before you gave him an hour to escape.

But what about the rules in my hotel?

This is exactly the problem. Your hotel. Where is your fealty?

I've been a service 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

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. In the animals?

Yes. You have seven days.

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

for me in room 217.

Enjoy your stay at the Continental.

There's an adjudicator here to see you.

Welcome. My mission control.

Brainstem of my operation. The information superflyway. From whence I

the word on the screen.

Way of the world.

With pigeons.

Yes, you see rats with wings.

But I see the internet.

No IP address.

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 them.

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

it to stand against the table, yeah?

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 birth.

In seven days you abdicate your throne.

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.

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?

Welcome to Casablanca, Mr. Wick.

Thanks.

Mr.

Jonathan, it has been a long time since I've been great with your presence.

I need to talk to you. Yes, she's expecting you.

Welcome to the Moroccan Continental.

I hope you'll find it for your taste.

Right this way.

Mr. Laszlo, she waits for no man.

Best of luck, said Jonathan.

Best of luck.

You a dog person, John?

Sophia?

Sophia!

You can't kill the bearer of your marker.

I didn't kill you.

I just shot you.

Nice suit.

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 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

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 Barada. I'm not going to kill him. I just wanted to talk.

What could he possibly give to you?

Guidance.

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

And that deal said that I had to follow the rules at the table.

If you're not going to kill him, he is going to 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 want to know where she is?

No. I don't ever want to 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.

I'm just asking you to try.

Either way, you and me, we'll be even.

No.

After this, we are lit.

We leave in ten minutes.

Here you go, Master.

Thank you,

Master.

How can I help you?

I wasn't expecting the high table so soon.

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.

No fish.

Very good.

I have

served.

I will be of service.

The high table in 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 appear.

We're not going in like the old days.

It's just a conversation.

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

Let's go.

Sophia. Always so nice to see you.

And the dogs, of course, are marvelous.

May I pet one?

Certainly. Dessire, arrive.

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, you come here to kill him?

No.

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

People argue.

Assassin.

Hashashin.

Followers of Hassani.

Eaters of hashish.

No, thank you.

But others contend it comes from atatiyun, 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 mark.

Not easy to track down, believe me.

Now this coin, of course, it does not represent a monetary value.

It represents the commerce of relationships.

A social contract in which you agree to partake.

Order and rules.

You are broken, Ross.

The high table has marked you for death.

Why would I allow you to leave here alive when your life has been, by your

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 door.

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 you're bound bleach under

the sun.

I see.

And I would have provided him with a choice.

I'm 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.

Canus Mino. 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.

It's so... I will keep it.

Excuse me?

This will be my gift.

This will be how you show me your fail.

No.

Surely it's the least you can do. No, you cannot keep my dog.

Very well.

Very well.

Then I will kill you.

Don't hurt me!

Doctor! Doctor!

I'm sorry, Sophia.

It was for you to learn.

Don't. You shot my dog.

I get it.

We gotta go.

You're gonna die, John.

Whether out here in this desert or somewhere else down the road.

But you are gonna die.

You made your point.

You have earned my fealty.

Matter of fact, I'm going to shove so much fealty up your ass it's going to

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.

Dearly 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.

Drink. Don't worry, your weapon is still there.

Please drink.

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

Not lost.

Looking for you.

You think I speak of your location?

Never seen a man hide 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 think 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 attack for us, and your excommunicado will be reversed.

The open contract closed.

You will be permitted to continue to live, not free under the table, but

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 he's filthy.

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.

Cut aside your weakening and reaffirm your fealty to the table.

Mr. John Wick.

Quentin Shore.

Worry me.

Goal!

Thank you.

I accept this offering and your felting.

I

wish

you good luck on your path.

Zaire will help you prepare for your departure.

And Mr. Wick.

Thank you.

Stick together, kids.

Make sure you're holding the hand of the person in front and behind.

Okay. 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?

Be with you.

Who was?

Nice trick.

Thank you.

Put your weapon down He's excommunicado Unless you wish

to become the same I Suggest you lower your gun

I'd

like to see the manager Of course if you

would be so kind as to follow me

Please take a seat.

I will let him know you have arrived.

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

I'm a huge fan of John Wick.

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.

Mr. Wicker!

Tread carefully, Jonathan.

We only use this room on special occasions when you simply have to see

opponent is holding under the table.

How is 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.

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

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?

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.

Administration.

I'd like to change a designation.

Verification. Adjudication 1011979.

The Continental Hotel, New York.

New designation.

Be consecrated.

Rock.

Administer it.

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

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.

The haven is safe no more.

Our service is still off limits to me.

Under the circumstances, your privileges are reinstated immediately.

What do you need?

Guns.

Lots of guns.

Let's make a withdrawal.

Remember, sir, these will be high table faucets.

We may have to consider our choices, Kevin.

Why? Much has changed during the time we... Like what?

We literally have made our money.

May I suggest the 2011 Combat Master in combination with the 9mm.

The Continental Hotel is closing for fumigation. We apologize for the

inconvenience. Please make your way to the nearest exit.

Attention all guests.

It seems circumstances have changed in your favor. Your transaction may now be

conducted on Continental Throne.

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

Cool.

Very cool.

One twenty -five grand, fourteen hundred and twenty -five per second.

Serious business.

Thank you.

Let us begin.

Sharon, would you help set the mood for our new guest?

Of course, sir.

I know you'll do the Continental proud.

I'll see you soon.

And you, Jonathan, do what you do best.

What's that?

Hunt.

See this packing.

Arabellum.

Thank you.

You need more firepower.

Armor improvement.

Well gated slugs.

I'm a pee -pee.

Thank you.

Stop! Stop!

I know

you

believe you can keep this up, but I assure you...

I'm proud to fight with you.

He's very slow now.

He should have retired five years ago.

But he's still scared.

Let's see. Let's see.

Because...

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.

I'd like to suggest a parlay.

A parlay would be good.

Very well.

Are we in place, sir?

Oh, very much so.

Hey, John.

That was a pretty good fight, huh?

What about me, John?

You just gotta catch my breath.

I'll catch up to you, John.

No, you won't.

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

protracted about it.

Oh, you can take the Continental, I've 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?

I believe we are.

Harley?

Harley!

What do you propose we do?

Let me keep my power.

Under the table.

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 -pledged my fealty to the high table.

Winston.

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, gentlemen.

Don't see any other way.

Very well, gentlemen.

The Continental will now be re -consecrated.

Good day to you both.

Well played, sir.

How long do you estimate until he can be open?

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.

Seems improbable. And yet, true.

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 hope you see to it that this situation is taken care of,

yes? Absolutely.

How far can he get?

How you doing, John?

You look as bad as I feel.

John, John, John.

Raise a hand if you can hear me, John.

Oh, shit.

They took a finger.

Ain't that a bitch?

Oh, John fucking...

So, the old boy keeps his hotel and you take the fall.

Can't say I blame him. I would have done the same thing if I was an issue.

But this high table shit... Heaven

cut.

Under the table is where shit gets done.

And they about to find out if you cut a king, you better cut him to the quick.

Yeah.

We'll be right back.

You can trust them.