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It looks like the storm
has passed, New Yorkers.

A season-high seven inches
of rain last night.

High winds and flooding in some areas

even left some New Yorkers stranded.

City crews still working this morning.

They're trying to restore power
to several areas in the boroughs.

Good news is, today should be sunny
with highs in the low 60s

unseasonably mild

a real change from the relentless
weather of these past few weeks.

So get out there, enjoy the sun,
go to the park, get outside if you can

because it's not gonna last long.

Winter storms are turning
later in the week

making for a severe temperature drop
over the weekend.

Could be signs for an early
and potentially long winter.

What are you doing, John?

Looking at you.

Come here.

Are you still filming?

It looks like the storm
has passed, New Yorkers.

A season-high seven inches
of rain last night.

High winds and flooding in some areas

even left some New Yorkers stranded.

City crews still working this morning.

They're trying to restore power
to several areas in the boroughs.

Good news is, today should be sunny
with highs in the low 60s

unseasonably mild

I'm up. I'm up.

I'm up, I'm up.

All right. Come on, then.

How you doin'?

You need to go?

Nice ride.

Mustang. Boss 429.

She's a '70?
'69.

Beautiful car.
Thanks.

It's been a while.

My condolences.

How are you holding up?

I keep asking, Why her?

There's no rhyme or reason to this life.

It's days like today
scattered among the rest.

Are you sure?

Don't blame yourself.

What are you really doing here, Marcus?

Just checkin' up on an old friend.

Is it here?

It was.

I asked you where the hell did you get it?
Who gives a shit?

Iosef Tarasov nicked it.

Viggo's son.

Yeah.

Get out of my shop. Get out right now.

Did you just lose your shit, Aurelio?
Because we own you.

What did you say?
What did you say to me?

We own you.

You don't own me, punk.

I work with your father. All right?

The owner of that car,
did you kill him or what?

No.

We sure as hell fucked up his dog.

You fucked up his dog?
That's what you did?

Yeah.

That's crazy shit, man.

Oh, look at you. That's great.

You're gonna come into my shop
and pull a gun on me.

That's great, man. Come on.

Now, you kill me right now

or you get the fuck out of my shop.

Viggo is not gonna like this.

How do you know what
Viggo likes or doesn't like?

I'll tell you somethin'
he's gonna understand.

You've got a fuckin' pair
on you, old man!

I guess we'll be takin' our
business someplace else.

So what are you gonna do?

I need a ride.

Aurelio speaking.

I heard you struck my son.

Yes, sir, I did.
And may I ask why?

Yeah, well, because he stole
John Wick's car, sir

and killed his dog.

Viggo.

Yeah?

They've agreed to your terms.

It's not like you gave them much
of a choice anyway though, right?

Congratulations.

Sir?

Have you seen my son?

How was your trip, kid?

We won't be hearing
from them anytime soon.

Or ever.

That's a nice jacket.

Thanks.
Yeah.

Should I go?

Viggo, English, please. Come on.
Stay, goddamn it!

What did I do?

We did what you asked. No one saw shit.

I'm not talking about Atlantic City.

What then?

You mean Aurelio's?
So I stole a fucking car!

Aw, fuck, Viggo!

Christ, Viggo.
You stay!

It's not what you did, son,
that angers me so.

It's who you did it to.

Who? That fucking nobody?

That fuckin' nobody

is John Wick.

He once was an associate of ours.

They call him Baba Yaga.

The boogeyman?

Well, John wasn't exactly the boogeyman.

He was the one you sent to
kill the fucking boogeyman.

John is a man of focus

commitment

sheer will.

Something you know very little about.

I once saw him kill
three men in a bar

with a pencil.

With a fuckin'

pencil.

Then suddenly one day he asked to leave.

It's over a woman, of course.

So I made a deal with him.

I gave him an impossible task.

A job no one could have pulled off.

The bodies he buried that day

laid the foundation of what we are now.

And then, my son

a few days after his wife died

you steal his car

and kill his fuckin' dog.

Father, I can make this right.

Oh. How do you plan that?

By finishing what I started.

Did he hear a fucking word I said?

Iosef, Iosef, listen.

John will come for you.

And you will do nothing

because you can do nothing.

So get the fuck out of my sight.

Hello, John.

I heard about your wife, and I'm sorry.

My condolences.

It seems to be fate, or happenstance

or just bad fuckin' luck caused
our paths to cross once again.

John?

Let us not resort to
our baser instincts

and handle this like civilized men

to move on

What'd he say?

Enough.
Oh, God.

Task a crew.

H-How many?

How many do you have?

Evenin', John.

Evenin', Jimmy.

Noise complaint?

Noise complaint.

You workin' again?
No, just sortin' some stuff out.

Ah, well

I'll leave you be then.

Good night, John.
Good night, Jimmy.

This is Wick.

Yes, John Wick. That's right.

I'd like to make a dinner
reservation for 12.

Good to see you, John.

Charlie.

You look good.

And here I'd feared
you'd left all this behind.

Will I be hearin' from you anytime soon?

Good-bye, Charlie.

John.

Of course he did.

Put a contract on John Wick.

How much?

Two million.

English, Viggo, please.

Put Iosef in the Red Circle and wait.

For what?

For John Wick, of course.

Thank you.

To what do I owe this visit?

I have a job for you.

And I've got a phone.

I want to offer you this face to face

seeing as how you might
find it personal.

Would you kill John Wick
for two million dollars?

After all, you were close.

Is the contract exclusive?
No, it's open.

It's a timely matter.
It has to be handled quickly.

Consider it done.

Thank you, Marcus.
I know I can trust you.

Thanks for the drink.

Room 918. Do enjoy your stay.

Thanks.

Good seeing you again, John.

Perkins.

I have you for two nights.

Depending on business, it may be more.
Of course, sir.

So when did the old
place get a face lift?

Around four years ago.

But I assure you, sir

she really hasn't changed much.

Same owner?
Same owner.

Room 818.

And, as always

it is a pleasure

having you with us again, Mr. Wick.

What are you doing, John?

Looking at you.

Come here.

Hello, Winston.

Jonathan.

Now, as I recall

weren't you the one tasked to dole
out the beatings, not receive them?

Rusty, I guess.

To what do we owe the pleasure?

Iosef Tarasov.

What about him?
I'd like to talk with him.

A talk, you say.

I'm familiar with
the parlance, Jonathan.

I want to ask you this.

Have you returned to the fold?

Just visiting.

Have you thought this through?

I mean, chewed down to the bone?

You got out once.

You dip so much as a pinky
back into this pond

you may well find
something reaches out

and drags you back into its depths.

Where do I find him?

Hey. Wick's at the Continental.

Welcome home, John.

We have a contact there who's
willing to take him out for us.

Yeah?

How brazen.

If they're willing to break the rules
of Continental, double the bounty.

You know the rules.

No business can be conducted
on these premises

lest incurring heavy penalties.

Have a drink

and relax

for now.

It's personal.

I want caviar for breakfast
and champagne every night

Holy shit. Jonathan.

Hey, Addy.
My God!

How long has it been? Four years?

Five and change.

So tell me, how was life
on the other side?

It was good, Addy.

Far better than I deserved.

Hey, I'm sorry to hear about your

Thanks.

I've never seen you like this.

Like what?

Vulnerable.

I'm retired.

Not if you're drinkin' here, you're not.

Usual?
Please.

But I'll empty your pockets

Leave you in misery

Compliments of the house.
Thanks.

I'll empty your pockets

Leave you in misery

Did you see the tits on that girl?

I hope Lita is working tonight.

Are you scared of the fuckin' boogeyman?

I'm not.
No?

But you should be.

I want another bottle!

Right fuckin' now! Go get me a bottle!

Come on!

Hello, Francis.

Mr. Wick.

Are you here on business, sir?

Afraid so, Francis.

Why don't you take the night off.

Thank you, sir.

Fuck you, motherfucker.

Where is Iosef?

Bathhouse, downstairs.

Go!

Move! He's here! He's fucking here!
He's there! He's coming!

Get in! Get in!

Come on! Come on!

Good evening, Mr. Wick.

Good evening.

How may I be of service?

Is the doctor in?
Yes, sir. 24/7.

Send him up, please.
Yes, sir.

How good's your laundry?

I'm sorry to say
that no one's that good.

No. I thought not.

May I suggest a drink, sir.

Bourbon, perhaps.

That sounds perfect.

So what sort of movement
am I looking at?

Well, if you're lookin' to heal

then keep it marginal.

However, if you still have

business to attend to

take two of these beforehand.

Your stitches'll tear
and you'll bleed

but you'll have full function.

Do you need anything for the pain?

No, I've got that covered.

Hey, John.

Perkins?
I thought I'd let myself in.

I noticed.

I never knew Ms. Perkins to get
out of bed for less than three.

Viggo's giving me four
to break hotel rules.

That's unwise, I assure you.

You were always a pussy.

Yes?

I apologize for calling you
at this hour

but we have received a number
of grievances from your floor

concerning the noise.

My apologies.

I was dealing with an uninvited guest.

Have you need then of, say

a dinner reservation, perhaps?

Perhaps. I'll have to get back to you.

No!

Where's Iosef?

Fuck you.

Where's Viggo?
I'm not telling you shit!

Do you really wanna die here, Perkins?

Give me somethin'.

Little Russia.

There's a church near Cannon Court.

What about it?
It's a front.

It's where Viggo keeps
his private stash.

Thank you.

Do I know you?

I'm thinkin' so.

Hey, John.

Hey, Harry.

Everything all right?

Yeah. Everything's fine.

I'll leave you to it then.
Hey, Harry.

You keen on earning a coin?
Babysittin' the sleepin' one?

Catch and release?
Catch and release.

My son, how might I help you?

Motherfucker!

Let's go to the vault.

Open it.

Viggo will kill me.

Ladies, out.

Honestly, what do you think
you're going to do with all of that?

This.

Don't worry.

Housekeeping will find you.

Treat all your ladies like this?

You are no lady. Trust me.

Harry, is it?

How would you like to earn
more than just a gold coin?

You've broken the rules.

You've done business
on Continental grounds.

And management does not take kindly

to that sort of behavior.

Fuck management.

Don't worry. Housekeeping'll find you.

Ashes to ashes.

Can we recover from this?

Viggo, you know what was
in that vault, right?

Shit.

Come on!

I'll say this, John.

They sure as fuck
broke the mold with you.

You always had a certain

audacity about you, you know.

Yeah.

I can say you're still very
much the John Wick of old.

Am I?

People don't change. You know that.

Times, they do.

Do you know what was in that vault?

Artwork, cash, not without its worth.

But the leverage I had on this city

audio recordings,
physical evidence, blackmail

it was fuckin' priceless!

Priceless!

Yeah. I kind of enjoyed that.

Yeah.

Yeah, I know you did. Yeah.

Are you really laughing?

So

Ah, then you got married, huh?
Settled down.

How did you manage that anyways?

Luck, I guess.

Yeah.

Yeah, while you had your wife,
I had my son.

And believe me,
you had a far better deal.

And then you left.

And the way you got out

lying to yourself that the past
held no sway over the future.

But in the end

a lot of us are rewarded
for our misdeeds

which is why God took your wife

and unleashed you upon me.

This life

follows you.

It clings to you

infecting everyone
who comes close to you.

We are cursed, you and I.

On that we agree.

Finally, common ground.

Okay.

Step aside.

Give me your son.

John Wick.

It was just a fucking car.
Just a fuckin' dog.

Just a dog.

Viggo.

Yeah?
When Helen died, I lost everything.

Until that dog arrived on my doorstep

a final gift from my wife.

In that moment, I received
some semblance of hope

an opportunity to grieve unalone.

And your son

took that from me.

Oh, God.
Stole that from me.

Killed that from me!

People keep asking if I'm back

and I haven't really had an answer.

But now, yeah, I'm thinkin' I'm back.

So you can either hand over your son

or you can die screaming alongside him!

Cool it. Cool it.

John!

Jesus.
Where is he?

Shit!

I have your word then, if I tell you where
he is, that you'll let me walk away?

Pull the contract.

Done.

He's kept in a safe house. Brooklyn.

434 Wallace Place.

They know you're coming.
Of course.

But it won't matter.

Will you stop playing
the fucking video game?

Will you stop playing
that fucking video game?

Get down! Get down!

Come on! Come on! Get down! Get down!

Make the arrangements.

Thank you.

Our pleasure, sir.

A parting gift. From the management.

Compensation for last
night's unfortunate

incident.

How many times do I
have to save your ass?

I appreciate it.
Of course.

You look terrible.

No, I look retired.

Retired?

You really believe that?

You made a new life.

You'll find your way back to it.

It's time to go home.

Let's get on with this,
whatever the fuck this is.

Hello, Marcus.

This is John.

I appreciate you granting
my son a swift death.

I wouldn't know how to
reply to that either.

Marcus betrayed me.

You pulled the contract.

And while it was open,
you had every chance

every opportunity to kill John Wick.

And if you had done your job

my son would be still alive!

And in so doing

he broke the cardinal rule.

Thank you.

Ms. Perkins.

Why am I not surprised?

In for a penny, in for a pound.

So, John, I had no choice.

I always liked you, Marcus.

The last of the old guard.

But unlike the others,
you go out on my terms.

No! No!

No, my good sir.

I go out on my own.

See?

Well played, old friend.

We done, Viggo?
We're done.

Okay. Here.

Thank you.

Yeah. Fuel the chopper.

Ms. Perkins, I apologize
for calling you at this hour.

Ms. Perkins.

Your membership to the
Continental has been

by thine own hand, revoked.

I know what you're thinking, Jonathan.

We live by a code.

Which is why I'm not the
one telling you that

a certain helicopter
at a certain helipad

is being fueled for a certain someone.

Have you got my cigarettes?
Yeah, I got your cigarettes.

Oh, fuck!

Yeah. Super. Let's go. Faster!

The helicopter's right down there.
Come on! Let's go!

Shit! Goddamn, I knew he'd come.

What's fuckin' wrong with this guy?

Somebody give me a gun. Who's got a gun?

Oh, God! My fucking head.

That was a good one.
Who's got a gun?

Fuck!

The helicopter's right over there.
We have to get over there.

I need a gun.

English, please.
Good luck.

Russian cocksucker.

Fuck!

No!

No more guns, John.

No more bullets.

No more bullets.

Just you and me, John.

You and me.

What happened, John?

We were professionals. Civilized.

Do I look civilized to you?

Be seeing you, John.

Yeah.

Be seeing you.

Come on, John. Let's go home.

It's okay.

Let's go home.

John, I'm sorry
I can't be there for you.

But you still need something,
someone to love.

So start with this.

Because the car doesn't count.

I love you, John.

This illness has loomed
over us for a long time

and now that I have
found my peace, find yours.

Until that day,
your best friend, Helen.

Is this true?

Hey.

Oh. Right.

What?

We'll grab you some kibble later.

Hey.

Hey.

Yo, Aurelio!

Huh? I want a new VIN number
and some clean papers.

Where'd you get that car?

John Wick?
Yes.

Sign here, please.

And the pen.

Sorry.

Here you go. Good night.
Thanks.

Good-bye, John.

Just an anniversary.

Daisy.

Of course.

Hey.

Come on.

How much?
Excuse me?

How much for the car?

She's not for sale.

Oh, I love dogs.

You have good day, sir.