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I am the way, into the city of the woe.

I am the way, into eternal pain.

I am the way to go among the lost!

Before me, there were no created things.

But those that last forever.

As do I!

Abandon all hope, you who are about to enter here.

You are now in the presence,

of the motherfucking king!

You ready, John?

Yeah.

Comrades! Comrades!

You're worthless, John Wick!

- Oh, shit! - Comrades!

He's... He's right there.

Mr. Wick...

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.

But that 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 harbinger...

is here to see you, sir.

This must be a mistake.

There is no mistake.

By order of the Marquis, Vincent Bisset de Gramont.

This hotel has been condemned.

You have one hour.

He is expecting you.

Can they do it, sir?

The decree is signed by the twelve members of the Table.

Giving the Marquis, the power of auto-imperato,

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"

Can you imagine the acceptance? The defiance?

Today is not till the day you will die.

For that, I'm sure.

You have the unshakeable 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 without consequences?

Of course.

And second chances.

Ah...

That's where we differ.

You and I.

Second chances...

are the refuge of men who failed.

The others, on the Table,

who blame this atrocity, on New York.

They believe it's this city...

The Table have indulged this, fucking place for too long.

And look where 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 The Management are...

...a reminder to all who sit beneath the Table,

That none of us are above the rules.

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.

Sand in that glass is 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've been me.

Yes...

But it wasn't.

Now, you think about why that is.

And perhaps, one of us would have benefited from this conversation.

Bring me Caine.

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 made.

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 of service.

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 life.

Very, very bad.

Welcome to the Osaka Continental.

How can I help you?

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 hers.

Isn't that right?

She stays in your room.

Enjoy your stay, sir.

OPEN CONTRACT JOHN WICK - $18 MILLION USD

Not too bad...

Not bad at all.

There is a dog in my lobby.

Emotional Support Animal.

Course it is.

Tomorrow's schedule...

Mr. Suzuki, at eleven, and the Tarasovs are requesting an audience of two.

What's this at 8?

Dinner with your daughter.

She says, she's concerned you've been working too hard.

What must I have done to deserve such a considerate child.

Good karma, I suppose.

Indeed.

How are our guests?

Ah, 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.

Should we worry?

We've done nothing to offend the Table.

His relationship with Mr. Wick is no secret.

The Table will come.

- Just finished, master. - And...

We'll be met with our grace.

Everything he touches dies.

Don't you dare speak to me about a man that I've known...

since before you were born.

Forgive me, father.

Akira...

Please tell my daughter, that I look forward to our dinner.

Don't let anyone in.

I assume you are finally at peace.

Apparently not.

Killing the Elder was a mistake, my friend.

Their response was the destruction of the New York Continental.

My daughter fears we are next.

Winston?

Alive...

But they executed his concierge.

To prove a point.

Have you given any thought, where this ends?

The Table will never stop.

You know this.

It only takes life...

And only gives death.

Koji...

I am very sorry...

for the inconvenience.

Friendship means little when it's convenient.

Welcome to the Osaka Continental. How can I help?

The manager...

Please.

Of course.

Please, make yourself comfortable.

Evacuate everyone...

discreetly.

The 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 come 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.

You fucked up.

I'll talk to them.

They don't know you're here.

- Please. - Stay, with Mr. Wick.

We have guests...

Be ready to show them hospitality.

Welcome to the Osaka Continental, gentlemen.

How may I be of service?

The Table has reason to believe that this facility is providing services...

to somebody who was...

Excommunicado.

That is a grave accusation.

We will require full access to your hotel.

Of course...

But as you're well aware...

No business...

Not even your kind of business, may be conducted on Continental grounds.

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

We speak for the Marquis.

And I speak for Osaka.

Your guns...

Please.

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

Fools talk, cowards are silent,

but wise men listen.

So which one will you be?

Hello...

Old friend.

So good of you to visit, after all these years.

- You are with them, now. - No...

No.

Your daughter, Mia?

Alive.

And your daughter, Akira?

Well.

I'm glad.

You know...

We don't have to end this with blood.

Then, leave.

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 Gramont, this hotel has been deconsecrated.

Step aside.

Don't do this, Koji.

Sorry.

Attack!

Kill them all!

Get out!

Stand down.

Secure the hotel.

Find Wick.

You have no right to be here.

If they find you here, the Table will kill my father...

Me...

Everyone, because you broke the rules.

You shouldn't have come.

The hotel is under attack.

You armed?

- Let's go. - Yes.

- Stop them. - Mhm.

Hey!

Blind man!

Do your job!

Akira!

Can you stand up?

Get out the way you came.

Go to the Umeda station.

I'll stay.

Don't insult my gift to you.

And John,

do me a small courtesy.

Kill as many as you can.

Promise.

John.

Caine.

They gave you my name.

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

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 dead, John?

John.

Caine.

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, John.

Cause we're in this together, now.

Alright, Koji.

Just tell me where John is...

and get out of here.

Leave!

Go somewhere, far away.

You know, I won't.

Did they shoot you?

You owe John Wick nothing.

He has no marker on you.

You mustn't have fallen far to believe,

the only debts we have,

lie in markers.

Come on...

I don't want to do this.

Father!

Look at me.

Even a blind man knows you've lost.

Caine.

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

Just take care of your daughter.

I...

I am.

No.

Don't!

Live.

I'll be waiting for you.

Who is he?

He was a friend.

My father has died because of you.

Because of what you've done.

So either you kill him...

or I will.

I understand.

Goodbye...

Mr. Wick.

Thanks for coming.

Well, us homeless folk do have to stick together now, though.

I need, to speak with him.

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

Had no choice.

They hold all the cards.

No...

But who held the gun?

John needs to know the threat of what's coming at him.

This Marquis 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 that he's a coward or a turncoat.

So what are you?

Aggrieved.

I fail to see how laying waste to the Continentals...

is getting you closer to killing John Wick.

This campaign is not to kill John Wick.

It is to kill the idea, of John Wick.

And to do that...

I must destroy everything that idea touches.

The bloodshed in Osaka, was not necessary.

The bloodshed, was the point.

He'll make it your choice.

You.

Come with me.

Think twice before accepting.

And you are?!

Nobody.

Kindness...

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 are you able to locate him?

Pay and I'll tell you.

How much, would such a service be worth?

$25 million.

Plus a metric 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 your ground?

I like you.

$20 million.

If I could get some more.

$23M

Ego. Hm, Mr. Nobody.

It's $23M.

You clearly couldn't afford it.

For the service?

Aah, fuck!

No, no, no, no.

No, it's okay. Really, it's okay.

Sit! Sit!

What the fuck is this, man?

A choice.

You could pull the knife out, or...

you could 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?

Happy hunting.

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 of the Table are at his disposal.

Where do I find him?

Paris.

Where will it end?

Huh?

With him dead.

Oh?

And then?

Hm?

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 or 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 small combustible members from outright war.

It's also, win or lose.

What you say you want...

a way out.

I don't sit at the Table.

Your family does.

Get them to issue a 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?

With you is so good at getting, Jonathan...

Revenge.

Nice revolver...

Classic.

Is that all?

Father...

Yes?

My son?

I need to talk to Uncle Pyotr.

Nice suit.

Speak...

He's in Berlin.

At the Ruska Roma.

You can wire that finder's fee, now.

No.

Excuse me?

Kill John Wick, then you'll get your money.

That wasn't part of our deal.

The deal was for your service.

And it's our life for life, Mr. Nobody.

Yours...

or his?

When it's done, you'll have your prize...

and your pension.

Asshole.

The prodigal son returns...

But this isn't your home anymore, is it?

Jonathan Wick.

You have grown, Katia.

And you got old.

Of course, it has been a long time.

I need 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.

That's for Pyotr to decide.

Pyotr is dead!

After you...

put a bullet in the Elder's head.

The Marquis had one put in Pyotr's head.

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.

His death changes NOTHING.

It does, if I kill him in a duel!

The traditions are clear on this...

but for a duel to be approved by The Table...

he would have to be a member of a family...

and have a crest.

How many did you kill, to get out?

A lot.

You will only have to kill one, to get back in.

The bastard who murdered my father.

Give me the name.

Kill a Harkan.

You will find him at Himmel & Hall.

When he's dead, I'll remend your ticket.

And a crest!

Harkan, first.

Then, we talk.

Bring proof of death.

I'll need a way in.

I know a way.

Klaus will take you.

I am Klaus.

John.

I am Klaus!

Please tell your mistress that I am honored by this gesture

and I look forward to our continuing partnership.

I am Klaus.

Mr. John Wick,

in the flesh.

The Baba Yaga.

Must be Christmas, ja?

Where are my manners? Please.

A drink, Mr. Wick?

You were expecting me.

Not me...

Him.

John?

How are you?

You knew I'd be here.

Oh, I suspected it.

Family...

That family sold you out, Mr. Wick.

They gave you up, to find hope of saving themselves.

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

They are... dirty people.

This is personal.

I sense tension here.

Mr. Wick may probably feel, I'm responsible for the death of a...

mutual friend.

But I didn't kill Koji.

You did, John.

You know, this discord between old friends...

It saddens me.

Allow me to help.

Nein!

We have a deal.

Who?

The Marquis.

I have to mind if it's bullets, blades, or a blind man.

We found someone outside.

Is this for me, Mr...?

Nobody.

And, no. That's actually for him.

Then take a seat, Mr. Nobody.

Exciting, ja?

So...

You want to kill him?

You want to kill him?

I want to kill him.

What about you, Mr. Wick?

I'm going to kill you.

For Pyotr, of course. Ja?

But 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.

The winner decides who lives...

and who does not.

Alright.

What's the buy-in?

More than you can afford.

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

Or a dead one.

Five card draw.

Mr. Wick?

Mr. Wick?

Dead Man's Hand, Mr. Wick.

Well...

I don't gamble.

Let's see.

Four 9s, and a 4.

Most impressive.

Ah!

Royal Flush.

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.

One...

thinks he can buy his way out.

And one...

thinks he can kill... his way out.

Each of them all think 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 a kind?

Yeah.

I knew you were a cheating jerk.

Yeah... a complete jerk.

Just so you know...

Pyotr wasn't personal.

Well, maybe a little bit.

Kill!

Lights out, idiots.

Hey, out of the way!

You shot me in the ass!

Bastard!

Nut!

You know what your problem is, Mr. Wick?

You, are unlucky!

Unlucky in life,

in love,

in friendship!

And now...

in death.

Enough!

Guys, end him!

Why don't you just die?!

He's mine.

I told you not to take the deal.

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

Huh?!

How long it take for them to take your eyes, though?

They didn't take them.

I gave them.

You are a son of Belarus...

an orphan of our tribe.

You are tied to us, as we are to you...

in this life and in the next.

Your blood...

is my blood.

Your pain...

is my pain.

Your life...

is my life.

Welcome back, Jardani.

The Ruska 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.

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

To settle 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 family's crest.

Berlin...

Ruska Roma 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 royal seat.

Because they were 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 consequence of failure.

And what exactly, are Mr. Wick's terms.

Victoria Falujai

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

History has been littered with Marquises, who are only remembered by their servants.

But you...

You could 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?

Noon, la Torre Eiffel, to discuss rules.

You may go.

When I'm done.

As his second, upon his victory,

my excommunicado is to be lifted, my title restored,

my hotel rebuilt and reconsecrated,

all at the Table's expense.

Of course.

I'm impressed.

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's 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 challenged chooses first.

Time?

Sunrise.

Now.

Sunrise.

Location?

You come here,

thinking there is a way out of this road for you, Mr. Wick?

There is not.

Le Centre Pompidou

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.

Blades.

Pistols.

Dueling 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?

Hm?

Cause this is who you are.

Who you've always been.

You are a killer.

An orphan we plucked from the street and hone into a knife.

And it is the killing that gives you purpose.

A man without purpose...

is nothing.

No quarter.

No quarter.

If there is nothing else, gentlemen...

- I will see... - A nomination!

That is his right.

Do you have a name?

Caine.

So be it.

Sunrise, Sacré-Cœur.

Dueling pistols, no quarter.

Should Mr. Wick be victorious,

he'll be free of any and all obligations to the High Table.

And his second will be reinstated,

as the manager of the rebuilt New York Continental.

Should the Marquis, Vincent Bisset 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 is going to kill you.

Your hotel?

Yes.

You always have an angle, don't you?

Doesn't everyone?

Best find safe harbor 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?

Hm?

Victoria Faluja.

You kill him, and you and your daughter will be free.

No one can touch here.

If you don't...

she will have to face the consequences.

The choice is yours.

Caine.

John.

Saying goodbyes?

They're saying hello.

You think your wife can hear you?

No.

So 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, John.

You and I.

On that, we agree.

My daughter's not.

It was between you and her.

You're going to die.

Maybe not.

I missed you, John.

It's so good to sit with a friend.

I'll see you tomorrow.

This is how you resolve the situation?

Duel with the Baba Yaga?

Failure will shake the foundation at the High Table.

And it will turn Wick, into a saint.

My victory, will do the opposite.

Marquis de Gramont!

A man's ambition...

should never exceed his worth.

You would do well to remember that, sir.

Bonjour, Monsieur Wick.

And welcome, to La Resistance.

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, was it?

It's Kevlar, front to back.

The latest in ballistic chic.

Appropriate for all formal occasions.

Wedding, 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 fate 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 constant 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.

Alright now.

For all you boppers out there in the City of Lights.

For all you street people with an ear for the action.

To all my loyal listeners, who know the beat of the street.

Tonight is your chance to make some beautiful music.

I've been asked to relay a special request...

from a secret admirer.

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

A wicked man from the Big Apple is making a bee-line to our Sacred Heart.

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

I want to thank you all for listening,

to WUXIA.

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'd never ask.

9MM Pit Viper.

How'd 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.

Fiber-optic front sight.

Ambidextrous safeties.

Flared magwell for faster reloads.

2 pound extreme trigger.

And...

for those more, who should 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 pinkie back into this pond.

I didn't think I'd get wet.

It'll all be over, after today.

When I was burying Charon...

I was torn about what to put on his gravestone.

Few words to sum up an entire life?

Long live the king!

Had mine, many years ago.

Modest?

Prophetic.

What did you decide?

Friend.

That's what he was, above all else.

A friend.

Good night and good luck, Mr. Wick.

Thank you, King.

Jonathan.

Winston.

Sunrise is at 6:03

Don't be late, for all our sakes.

Loving husband.

Hm?

That's what I want on mine.

John...

Loving husband.

Confirmed.

Good news, Boppers.

We have a sighting.

Our man in black has been spotted in Sector 7.

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

It seems 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.

Come on now, people.

We're gonna have to do a lot better.

Now, who's gonna be our big winner?

Who is this?

You know the question you should be asking,

huh,

is how much?

I think we have the situation under control.

Cause the way I see it...

is that if Mr. Johnny Boy, makes it to the church on time,

this could be your last night as Marquis.

The puppy dies now!

A little traffic update.

I'm hearing the boys in black couldn't get it done.

Our wicked friend is on the move again.

He's heading your way.

My listeners of the dead.

- I'm pushing! - Climb up! Climb!

Yes?

Fine!

You have a deal.

Alright, $35M it is.

That wasn't our deal.

Well, that's the only deal being offered today.

Kill!

Phone!

What?!

- Now, listen to me. - $40M!

You pay for the service.

Ok.

Good news, Boppers.

The lottery just went up.

- No, fuck that! - Let's go!

We'll send him back.

To all of you Boppers still sitting on the side.

Mr. Wick passed a church in sight.

We are almost out of time.

Last chance to win the prize before Mr. Wick's last sunrise.

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

Good luck.

Stop him, guys!

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

John?

John?

Caine.

What time is sunrise?

Two...

Maybe, three minutes.

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

Yeah.

Ready?

Yeah.

12 or 9?

9!

- Fix your 6. - Thanks.

Goodbye, Mr. Wick.

You can't shoot me.

You're right.

But I can shoot him.

No!

I can't hit you.

Oh, fuck it.

Let's go, John.

Nuts.

You hit my puppy.

I feel, you owe me.

Yeah.

Nothing personal, John.

We're even, now.

Yeah.

And so we begin.

We seek the truth.

We will endure the consequences.

- Consequences. - Consequences.

Go have a drink.

Positions, gentlemen.

30 paces.

- Remember your daughter. - Fuck off!

What a beautiful sunrise.

Last words, Winston?

Just have fun out there.

Are you ready, Mr. Caine?

Mr. Wick?

I commend their souls to God.

We start as we end.

Dust we are, and in dust we will become.

Fire!

20 paces.

Fire!

Nice.

10 paces.

Just kill him.

Those who cling to death...

live.

Those who cling to life...

die.

Fire!

Stop!

As your sponsor...

I claim the Coup de Grâce.

Your weapon, give it to me.

Is my daughter free now?

Oui.

You and your daughter.

Enjoy.

- Rules... - Huh.

You arrogant asshole.

He didn't shoot.

Consequences!

That's fucking cool, man.

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.

Our business here now, is concluded.

Good day.

My brother.

You owe me one.

Yeah.

Winston?

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?

Goodbye, my son.

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