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"I am the way
into the city of 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 motherfuckin' king!

You ready, John?

Yeah.

Move! John Wick!

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.

My death 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 this, sir?

The decree is signed
by the 12 members of The Table,

giving the Marquis

the power of autem imperator,

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 the day
you will die.

Of that, I am 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 what of consequences?

Of course.

And second chances.

Ah. That's where we differ,

you and I.

Second chances

are the refuge of men who fail.

Mm.

There are those on The Table

who blame this, um,

atrocity on New York.

They believe it's this city.

The Table has indulged this

fucking place for too long.

And look where
that has gotten us.

I shot him.

And yet he lives,

polluting everything he touches.

Marquis, respectfully,
my hotel...

Your hotel?

If I might, sir?

By all means.

The Continentals
and their management

are a reminder

to all who sit beneath The Table

that none of us
are above the rules.

And 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.

The 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.

It should have been me.

Yes.

But it wasn't.

Now, you think about
why that is,

and perhaps one of us will have
benefited from this conversation.

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.

Hmm.

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 good.

Welcome to the Osaka
Continental. How can I help?

Yeah, I'm lookin' for a room.

I'm afraid this facility
doesn't allow animals.

Emotional support animal.

She's your support
animal? Other way round.

I'm hers.
Isn't that right?

She stays in your room.

Enjoy your stay, sir.

It's not too bad.

Not bad at all.

There is a dog in my lobby.

Emotional support animal.

Of course it is.

Tomorrow's schedule.
Mr. Suzuki at 11:00

and the Tarasovs are
requesting an audience at 2:00.

What's this at 8:00?

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.

And how are our guests?

Some of our gold club
members are anxious.

It's always something.

And today it's New York.

And my concierge?

Concerned.

Perhaps we should get you
an emotional support animal.

We've done nothing
to offend The Table.

Your relationship with Mr. Wick
is no secret.

The Table will come.

And...

...will be met with our grace.

Everything he touches dies.

Forgive me, Father.

Akira.

Please tell my daughter

that I look forward
to our dinner.

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 to

where this ends?

The Table will never stop.

You know this.

It only takes life

and only gives death.

Koji...

Friendship means little
when it's convenient.

Welcome to the Osaka
Continental. How can I help?

The manager.

Por favor.

Of course.

Please, make
yourself comfortable.

The only 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 comes 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.

Father...

I'll talk to them. They
don't know you're here.

Stay with Mr. Wick.

Hai.

Welcome
to the Osaka Continental, gentlemen.

How may I be of service?

The Table has reason to believe

that this facility
is providing services...

That is a grave accusation.

We will require full
access to your hotel.

Of course.

But as you are 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.

I'm sorry.

Get out.

Secure the hotel.

Find Wick.

If they find you here,

The Table will
kill my father, me,

everyone, because
you broke the rules.

You shouldn't have come.

You armed?

Hai.

Hey!

Blind man!

Do your job!

Akira!

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.

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.

John Wick, open...

John Wick...

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 gettin' there.

I need you to take better
care of yourself, Johnny.

'Cause we're
in this together now.

All right, Koji.

Just tell me where John is
and get out of here.

Leave.

Go somewhere far away.

You know I won't.

You owe John Wick nothing.

He has no marker on you.

You must 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 have lost.

And, 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 is dead
because of you.

Because of what you did.

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, don't we?

I need to speak to him.

Last time you spoke to him,

you shot him off a roof.

I had no choice.

They held all the cards.

No.

But who held the gun?

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

This Marquis is unrestrained.

The Table have
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 he's a
coward or a turncoat.

So what are you?

Aggrieved.

I fail to see how laying
waste to 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.

Coyness, 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 were you able to locate him?

Pay and I'll tell you.

How much would such
a service be worth?

Twenty-five million,

plus a matching contribution
to my 401k

when he's dead.

Hmm.

We found him once.

We'll find him again.

Is that before

or after he puts you
in the ground?

I like you.

Twenty million.

Like me some more.

Twenty-three.

Ego, Mr. Nobody. Mm.

It's 23.

You clearly can afford it.

For the service.
Mm-hmm.

Fuck!

No, no, no.
No. It's okay.

Hey, it's okay.
Sit. Sit.

What the fuck is this, man?

A choice.

You can 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?

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?

Hmm?

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, but 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 more 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 the 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?

What you were so good
at getting, Jonathan.

Revenge.

Hmm.

Nice suit.

Speak.

He's in Berlin,
at the Ruska Roma.

You can wire
that finder's fee now.

No.

Excuse me?

Kill John and you'll
get your money.

That wasn't part of our deal.

The deal was for your service.

And it's now a life
for a life, Mr. Nobody.

Yours or his.

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

And your pension.

Asshole.

Jonathan Wick?

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.

Pyotr is dead!

After you

put a bullet
in The Elder's head,

the Marquis had one
put in Pyotr's.

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.

It does

if I kill him in a duel!

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.

Killa Harkan.

You will find him
at Himmel and Hölle.

When he's dead,
I will mend your ticket.

And the 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.

I suspected it.

Family.

That family
sold you out, Mr. Wick.

They gave you up

in the vain 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.

Had.

The Marquis.

Hell, I doubt he'll
mind if it's bullets,

blades or a blind man.

Is this for me, Mr...

Nobody.

And, no, it'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.

Oh.

For Pyotr. Of course, ja.

But it looks like
we have ourselves, uh,

a genuine conundrum.

A quandary, if you will.
A real-life dilemma.

So...

How about we play a game?

One hand.

The winner decides who lives...

and who does not.

All right.
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 nines. And a four.

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.

That either sounds
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.

Just so you know,

Pyotr wasn't personal.

Now, maybe a little bit.

Kill!

Hey! He's over there!

Nuts!

Know what your
problem is, Mr. Wick?

You are unlucky.

Unlucky in life,

in love,

in friendship...

and now...

in death.

Killa!

Why don't you just die?

He's mine.

I told you not to take a deal.

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

Huh?

Hell of a thing for them
to take your eyes, though.

They didn't take them.

I gave them.

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.

Hmm.

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-rate seat?

Because there are
rules, and without them...

We live with
the animals. Exactly.

Mm.

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 consequences of failure.

And what exactly
are Mr. Wick's terms?

Victoriae fiducia.

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

Ah, history is littered
with Marquis

who were only remembered
by their servants.

But you...

you could be 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 Tour 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 re-consecrated,

all at The Table's expense.

Of course.

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.

Do 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 world for you, Mr. Wick?

There is not.

Le Centre Pompidou.

Sacré Coeur.

Sacré Coeur.

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.
Thirty paces.

In the event that
both parties survive,

each will approach the other
at increments of ten paces

until only one remains.

Rules of engagement.

No quarter.

You know why you
won't take your freedom?

Hmm?

Because this is who you are,

who you've always been.

You are a killer.

An orphan we plucked
from the street

and honed 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.

It is his right.

Do you have a name?

Caine.

So be it.

Sunrise, Sacré Coeur.

Dueling pistols, no quarter.

Should Mr. Wick be 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
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's going to kill you.

Your hotel?

Yes.

You always have
an angle, don't you?

Doesn't everyone?

Let's 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?

Hmm?

Victoriae 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.

Caine.

John.

Saying goodbyes?

Saying hello.

You think your wife
can hear you?

No.

Then why bother?

Maybe I'm wrong.

The dead are gone.

Only the living matter.

After my daughter was born...

I wanted to leave this life.

I thought I did.

But you didn't.

We're damned...

you and I.

On that we agree.

My daughter's not.

If it's 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?

Duello with the Baba Yaga.

Failure will shake the
foundation of 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.

A 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.

Forty-two regular, wasn't it?

It's Kevlar, front to back.

The latest in 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.

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 ghost
in 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.

All right, 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 beeline
to our sacred heart.

We are putting the call out

to deliver your hardest beats
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.

Nine-millimeter Pit Viper.

How'd you get this?

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

Twenty-one round
capacity magazine

with a built-in compensator

for virtually no muzzle flip.

Fiber-optic front sight,

ambidextrous safeties,

flared magwell
for faster reloads,

two-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 Charon,

I was torn about what
to put on his gravestone.

A few words to sum
up an entire life?

Long live the king!

Had mine made years ago.

Modest.

Prophetic.

What did you decide?

Friend.

That's what he was
above all else.

A friend.

Au revoir et bonne
chasse, Monsieur Wick.

Thank you, King.

Jonathan.

Winston.

Sunrise is at 6:03.

Don't be late for
all our sakes, hmm?

"Loving husband."

Hmm?

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 the Septième Arrondissement.

I think it's high time
we paint 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.

Because 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.

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 headed your way,
my listeners of the 8th.

Yes?

Fine. You have a deal.

All right. 35 it is.

That wasn't our deal.

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

Get him!

Phone!

What? Now, you listen to me.

Forty.

You pay for the service.

Good news, boppers.

The lottery just went up.

To all you boppers
still sitting on the side,

Mr. Wick has
the 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?

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.

Twelve or nine?

Nine.

Six upstairs. Thanks.

Ciao, ciao, Mr. Wick.

You can't shoot me.

Yeah, you're right.

But I can shoot him.

But I can hit you, motherfucker.

Let's go, John.

Nuts.

You hit my puppy.

You know, you owe me.

Yeah.

Nothing personal, John.

We're even now.

Yeah.

And so we begin.

We seek the truth and will
endure the consequences.

Consequences.

Go on now. Come on.

Positions, gentlemen.

See you
in the next life, brother.

Thirty 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?

Fire!

Twenty paces!

Fire!

Nice.

Ten paces!

Just kill him.

Those who cling to death,

live.

Those who cling to life,

die.

Fire!

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.
Ha.

You arrogant asshole,

he didn't shoot.

Consequences.

That's fucking good.

Hmm.

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.

Helen.

Never thought I'd see the day.

Where do you think he is,
heaven or hell?

Who knows?

♪ You've taken everything
I love from me ♪

♪ Now it's time
To pay the price ♪

♪ Well, I'll be walking free ♪

♪ I'm gonna make it right
I won't apologize ♪

♪ No tears left to cry
I'm seeing Wick tonight ♪

♪ An eye for an eye
A life for a life ♪

♪ I'll see you in hell
On the other side ♪

♪ An eye for an eye
A life for a life ♪

♪ I'll see you in hell
On the other, other side ♪

♪ I'll try to burn for you ♪

♪ I'll meet you
In the afterlife ♪

♪ I'll take an eye for an eye
A life for a life ♪

♪ I'll see you in hell
On the other side ♪

♪ Bring you to your knees
Better pray I leave ♪

♪ I'll see you in hell
On the other side ♪