John Wick: Chapter 2

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Almost.

"Almost."

Sir, with all due respect,

are you sure

this is our best option?

I mean, why can't we just

correct the problem?

Because my f***in' nephew

killed a dog.

And he stole a car.

A car,

which currently

is among our inventory.

So we're giving everything up

for a car?

It's not just a car.

It is John Wick's car.

Oh.

Sir, why don't we just

give it back?

He killed my nephew.

My brother.

And a dozen of my men.

Over his car.

And a puppy.

And you...

You think he will stop now?

Hmm?

Sir, he's one man.

Why don't we just eliminate him?

John Wick

is a man of focus...

Commitment...

And sheer f***in' will!

He once killed

three men in a bar...

With a pencil. I know.

I've heard the story.

With a f***ing pencil!

Who the f*** can do that?

I can assure you

that the stories you hear

about this man,

if nothing else,

has been watered down.

Mr. Wick.

Hey, buddy.

Hey.

Good dog.

What are you doing, John?

Looking at you.

What are you doing?

I'm waiting for you.

Come here.

Hey, boy.

Nice peaceful place

you got here.

Hey, Aurelio.

Hey.

John, what the hell?

I thought you loved this car.

What do you think?

Well, your motor's

about to fall out

and the chassis's all bent up,

the Driveshaft is all destroyed.

And I don't know if you noticed,

but you got a crack

in your windshield.

I mean...

What do I think?

I could fix this.

Thanks for finding her.

Not a problem, man.

I just made a few calls.

No big deal.

Let me know when it's fixed.

All right.

It'll be ready Christmas...

Ciao, John.

Santino.

Good to see you.

Good to see you.

I was sorry to hear

about your wife, John.

Thank you.

Hi.

And the dog,

does he have a name?

No.

Listen, John,

with all sincerity...

I don't want to be here.

Please, don't.

I'm asking you not to do this.

I'm sorry.

No one gets out and comes back

without repercussions.

I do this

with a heavy heart, John.

But remember,

if not for what I did

on the night

of your impossible task,

you wouldn't be here

right now, like this.

This is because of me.

This, in part, is mine.

Take it back.

"Take it back"?

Take it back.

A marker is no

small thing, John.

For a man to Grant

a marker to another,

is to bind a soul

to a blood oath.

Find someone else.

Listen to me.

What is this? Hmm?

Do you remember?

This is your blood.

You came to me.

I helped you.

And if you don't do this,

you know the consequences.

I'm not that guy anymore.

You are always that guy, John.

I can't help you.

I'm sorry.

Yes. You're right.

You can't.

But he can.

I'll see you soon, John.

You have a beautiful home, John.

Well, good evenin', John.

Hey, Jimmy.

Gas leak?

Yeah, gas leak.

You workin' again?

I'll see you, Jimmy.

Come on, boy.

Good night, John.

Oh, sh*t.

I'd like to see the manager.

How good to see you again

so soon, Mr. Wick.

Shall I announce you?

Yes, please.

Stay.

Mr. Wick is on his way

to see you, sir.

Impeccable.

Put these into circulation.

Where is he?

Thank you, my friend.

Beautiful work.

Beautiful.

What are you doing, Jonathan?

He burned my house down.

You rejected his marker.

You're lucky he stopped there.

What the hell were you thinking,

giving a marker to a man

like Santino D'Antonio?

It was the only way

I could get out.

Oh. You call this "out"?

What did you think

was gonna happen?

What did you expect? Huh?

Did you really think this day

was never going to come? Hmm?

What does he want you to do?

I didn't ask.

I just said no.

Two rules that cannot

be broken, Jonathan.

No blood on continental grounds,

and every marker

must be honored.

Now, while my judgment comes

in the form of excommunicado,

the high table demand

a more severe outcome

if their traditions are refused.

I have no choice?

You dishonor the marker,

you die.

You kill the holder

of the marker, you die.

You run, you die.

This is what you

agreed to, Jonathan.

Do what the man asks.

Be free.

Then, if you want

to go after him,

burn his house down,

be my guest.

But until then...

Rules.

Exactly. Rules.

Without them,

we'd live with the animals.

Do you board?

I'm sorry to say, sir,

but this facility does not.

I, however,

would be willing to accept

the responsibility,

should you wish.

Appreciate that.

Does he have a name, sir?

No.

Good dog.

Stay.

This was my father's collection.

I see little more than just

paint on canvas, of course.

But I do find myself here.

Please.

I didn't want to do this, John.

Had you stayed retired,

I would have respected it.

Look at you.

You're thinkin' about it,

aren't you?

You're counting exits, guards...

Could you get to me in time?

How would you do it, I wonder?

That woman's pen?

His cane?

Maybe his glasses?

My hands.

Ah.

How exciting.

Yet, you know you

cannot, can you?

I told you I needed that guy,

the way you are looking

at me right now.

I needed the boogeyman.

I needed John Wick.

Just tell me what you want.

I want you to kill my sister.

Why?

There are 12 seats

at the high table.

Camorra, mafia, and Ndrangheta.

The Chinese, the Russian.

When my father died...

He willed his seat to her.

She represents Camorra now.

And I can't help but wonder

what I might accomplish

in her stead.

You want me to kill

Gianna D'Antonio?

I could never do it.

She is my blood.

I still love her.

It can't be done.

She's in Rome

for her coronation.

You will take

the catacombs in...

It doesn't matter where she is.

That's why I need the ghost,

lo Spettro, John Wick.

That's why I need you.

Do this for me,

and your marker is honored.

What say you?

Never one to waste words.

Fifty-nine, zero, 3.5.

Jonathan!

Julius.

Ciao. Nice to see you.

I fail to recall the last

time you were in Rome.

And here I'd heard

you had retired.

I had.

Then humor me with

but one question.

No.

All right, then.

One of our finest rooms.

And enjoy your stay.

Mr. Wick.

Is the Sommelier in?

I have never known him

not to be.

Good afternoon, Mr. Wick.

It's been a long time.

I'd like a tasting.

I am quite excited

to show you something.

First...

Buongiorno, signor Wick.

Ciao, Angelo.

Welcome back to Rome.

I am.

I know of your past fondness

for the German varietals,

but I can wholeheartedly endorse

the new breed of Austrians.

Glock .34 and .26.

This is the original map

of the D'Antonio estate.

Here, you have

all the ancient ruins.

Tell me, Mr. Wick, is this a

formal event or a social affair?

Social.

And is this for day or evening?

I need one for day

and one for night.

Recontoured grips.

Flared Magwell

for easier reloads.

And I know you'll appreciate

the custom porting.

What's next?

I need something robust.

Precise.

"Robust. Precise."

This is the map of the temple

and catacombs underneath.

In what style?

Italian.

How many buttons?

Two.

Trousers?

Tapered.

How about the lining?

Tactical.

Ar-15, 11.5-inch.

Compensated with

an ion-bonded bolt carrier.

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