John Wick: Chapter 2 Page #2

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with one-six magnification.

And this is

the modern blueprint.

There are one, two, three gates.

Silicon carbide discs.

Ceramic matrices.

Accompanying laminates.

Cutting-edge body armor.

We just sew it between

the fabric and the lining.

Zero penetration.

However...

Quite painful, I'm afraid.

Could you recommend anything

for the end of the night?

Something big, bold.

May I suggest the Benelli m4?

Custom bolt carrier release

and charging handle.

Textured grips,

should your hands get wet.

An Italian classic.

Dessert?

Dessert.

The finest cutlery.

All freshly stoned.

Well done.

Could you do a rush order?

I sure can.

Where would you

like to have it sent?

The hotel.

Shall I have everything

sent to your room?

Yes. Thank you.

Excellent.

Mr. Wick?

Do enjoy your party.

Good evening.

Are you enjoying the party?

Mr. Akoni.

Are you enjoying

the festivities?

Please. Sit.

Ms. D'Antonio,

you can't just take

what is rightfully mine.

Nothing was taken.

Those among your own came

to us with these territories.

A knife was pressed

to their throats.

Semantics.

Besides...

That blade you speak of

was meant for their children.

They were only meant to watch.

What is yours is now ours,

Mr. Akoni.

Now go.

Enjoy the party.

Have some fun.

John.

Gianna.

There was a time not so long ago

in which I considered us

as friends.

I still do.

Yet here you are.

What brought you back, John?

A marker.

Held by?

Your brother.

Tell me, John.

This marker...

Is it how you got out?

And what was her name,

this woman whose life

has ended my own?

Helen.

"Helen."

This Helen...

Was she worth the price

that you now seek to pay?

Now,

let me tell you what happens

when I die.

Santino will lay claim

to my seat at the table.

He will take New York.

And you will have been the one

who gifted it to him.

What would your Helen

think about that, John?

What would your Helen

think about you?

Hmm?

Why?

Because I lived my life my way.

And I will die my way.

Do you fear damnation, John?

Yes.

You know,

I always thought

I could escape it.

That I'd see it coming.

That I'd see you.

John?

Cassian.

You working?

Yeah.

You?

Yeah.

Good night?

Afraid so.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Loose ends?

Yeah...

You're not havin' a good

night, are you, John?

Gentlemen!

Gentlemen!

Do I need to remind you

that there will be no business

conducted on

the continental grounds?

No, signore.

No, sir.

Now, may I suggest

a visit to the bar,

so you can calm yourselves.

Gin, wasn't it?

Yes.

Bourbon, right?

Yeah.

I had a marker.

Whose?

Her brother.

I see.

You had no choice.

He wants her seat at the table.

He'll get it now.

Yeah.

Yeah.

So you're free.

Am I?

No.

Not at all.

You killed my ward.

Someone I was close to.

An eye for an eye, John.

You know how it goes.

Yeah.

I'll make it quick.

I promise.

I appreciate that.

I'll try and do the same.

This round's on me.

Consider it

a professional courtesy.

No. Thanks.

Hello, John.

I understand if you are upset.

And I know it might

feel personal.

But what kind of man would I be

if I didn't avenge

my sister's murder?

John?

Could you let management know

I'll be checking out

in the morning.

Operator. How may

I direct your call?

- Accounts payable.

- One moment, please.

Accounts payable.

How may I help you?

I'd like to open an account.

Name on the account?

John Wick.

Verification?

9305-05.

State of contract?

Open.

Denomination?

Seven million.

Processing. Please hold.

I appreciate the service.

My pleasure.

You will find

safe passage below.

Transportation is

waiting for you.

May you have

a safe journey, Mr. Wick.

Order confirmed.

What is this?

He completed the task.

The marker is over.

Mark it.

If Mr. Wick

isn't dead already,

he soon will be.

Will you mark it, sir?

You have no idea

what's coming, do you?

I have everyone

in New York looking for him.

I doubt we will see him again.

Do you now?

You stabbed the devil

in the back

and forced him back into the

life that he had just left.

You incinerated

the priest's temple.

Burned it to the ground.

Now he's free of the marker,

what do you think he'll do?

He had a glimpse

of the other side

and he embraced it.

But you, signor D'Antonio...

took it away from him.

He was already back.

Oh, he came back for love,

not for you.

He owed me.

I had every right.

And now he's coming again.

He did tell you not to do this.

He did warn you.

Please notify MTA personnel

of any suspicious activity.

Your attention, please.

The broad street bound

c train is now arriving.

Your attention, please.

The broad street bound

c train is now arriving.

Next stop, canal street.

This is canal street.

This is the broad street

bound c train.

The next stop is rector street.

This is rector street.

This is the broad street

bound c train.

The next stop is broad street.

This is broad street.

This is the last stop

on the southbound c train.

The blade is in your aorta.

You pull it out, you'll

bleed, and you will die.

This is the end of the line.

Consider this

a professional courtesy.

This is broad street.

This is the last stop

on the southbound c train.

This is the end of the line.

We say things, we see things.

The things you see

are nightmares, man.

Like this one time...

Take me to him.

Tell him it's John Wick.

You know, they just...

They put it in everything!

Hey, man. You got a quarter?

As I live and breathe!

John Wick.

The man.

The myth.

The legend.

You're not very good

at retiring.

I'm workin' on it.

Mr. Wick doesn't remember,

but we met many years ago,

before my ascension...

When I was just

a pawn in the game.

We met and you gave me a gift,

the gift that would

make me a king.

You don't remember, but there I

was, standing in an alleyway.

I didn't even hear you comin'.

You gave me this.

Gift from the boogeyman.

Perfect for every occasion.

But you also gave me a choice.

Pull my gun, shoot you

in the back, and die.

Or keep the pressure

on my neck...

and live.

And so you see, I survived.

No one sneaks up on me

anymore, thanks to you.

I am all-seeing

and all-knowing.

Then you know why I'm here.

Santino D'Antonio, yes.

Your contract went wide, John.

That's bad for your health.

What's the number

up to now, Earl?

$7 million! Damn!

It's Christmas. We're going

to Applebee's after this.

I need your help.

You have eyes begging for change

on every corner in the city.

I'm thinkin'

you can find Santino.

I need you to move me.

Underground.

Get me to him.

How sweet it is!

The boogeyman

begging me for help.

Well, of course, John.

Yes, John.

Whatever you'd like, John.

Would you like a back rub

with that, John?

You're going to help me.

Why the f*** would I do that?

Because I'm the only one

that can help you.

You're gonna help me out?

That's downright

upright of you, Mr. Wick.

You sound positively

magnanimous.

But look around you.

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