John Wick: Chapter 2 Page #3

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How much help does it

look like I need?

It seems to me that the

real question, Mr. Wick,

is who in this cruel world of

ours is going to help you?

There's a storm coming.

Not just for me.

For all of us.

For everyone under the table.

Yes, killing someone who has

a seat at the high table

does create a problem.

But it's your problem, baby.

After all, none of my people

sent Gianna D'Antonio

to the hereafter.

That being said,

Santino has her seat now.

And he wants the city.

When he's done uptown, you think

he's gonna stop at 14th street?

We'll just have

to take care of ourselves.

Oh, yeah?

For how long?

And how much blood?

You kill Santino,

the Camorra, and the

high table come for you.

I kill Santino,

they come for me.

He's offered $7 million

for your life.

$7 million is a lot

of money, Mr. Wick.

So I guess you have a choice.

You want a war?

Or do you wanna

just give me a gun?

Somebody, please!

Get this man a gun!

Kimber 1911, .45 ACP.

Seven-round capacity.

Seven rounds?

$7 million gets you

seven rounds.

That's a million dollars

a round, baby.

Let's go.

Your descent into hell

begins here, Mr. Wick.

He's at the museum.

Earl will guide you.

Do be careful on your way down.

Oh, and remember, you owe me.

You don't want me owing you.

Welcome, everyone.

Let us toast to the future

of the high table

and of course, to the

memory of my dear sister.

Nice to see you.

Mr. Akoni, how are you?

Wick is here.

Yeah.

You and you, with me.

You, go.

Welcome to "reflections of the

soul" at the new modern NYC.

Within this exhibition,

the interplay of light

and the nature of self-images

coalesce to provide

an experience

which will highlight

the fragility

of our perception of space

and our place within it.

We hope through this exhibit

we can provide new insights

into your understanding

of the world,

and just possibly lead you

to deeper reflection

into the nature of self.

The marker is complete, John.

You should have just run away.

You know what the Camorra

will do to you.

You think you're old testament?

No, John.

No.

Killing me won't

stop the contract.

Killing me will make it

so much worse.

John,

you know what I think?

I think you are addicted to it.

To the vengeance.

Welcome to "reflections of the

soul" at the new modern NYC.

No wife.

No life.

No home.

Vengeance, it's all you have.

You wanted me back.

I'm back.

You are now exiting "reflections of

the soul" at the new modern NYC.

We hope that your journey

through the exhibit

has been one of

reflective contemplation

allowing for a new

perspective and insight.

You are now exiting

"reflections of the soul..."

You are now exiting

"reflections of the soul..."

Good evening.

Is the manager in?

The manager is always in.

Winston.

Mr. D'Antonio.

Your evening has

been colorful, I see.

Seeking safe harbor, I presume?

I want his membership

revoked. Now.

In the eyes of this institution,

Mr. Wick has breached

no legalities.

Then you know that I have the

right to demand of you...

Nothing. You demand nothing

of me, Mr. D'Antonio.

This kingdom is mine

and mine alone.

All right.

Then enjoy your kingdom,

Winston, while you still can.

And you its privileges, sir.

I'm here to see

Santino D'Antonio.

He's waiting for you

in the lounge, sir.

Duck fat.

Makes all the difference.

Jonathan...

Have you seen the menu here?

Lot of options. Jonathan,

listen to me...

A man can stay here a long time

and never eat

the same meal twice.

Jonathan, just walk away.

Yeah, Jonathan.

Walk...

What have you done?

Finished it.

How was he?

He was a good dog. I have

enjoyed his company.

Let's go home.

Mr. Wick?

If you would be so inclined.

Come on, boy.

It has been

a pleasure, Mr. Wick.

Goodbye.

Jonathan.

Winston.

What am I lookin' at?

The Camorra's doubled

Santino's open contract.

It's gone international.

High table?

Mmm-hmm.

And the continental?

You killed a man on company

grounds, Jonathan.

You leave me no choice but

to declare you excommunicado.

The doors to any service or provider

in connection with the continental

are now closed to you.

I am so sorry.

Your life is now forfeit.

Then why am I not dead?

Because I deemed it not to be.

Now.

You have one hour.

I can't delay it any longer.

You might need this...

Down the road.

Winston...

Tell them.

Tell them all.

Whoever comes,

whoever it is,

I'll kill them.

I'll kill them all.

'Course you will.

Jonathan.

Winston.

Accounts payable.

One-one-one-one-one.

In one hour.

John Wick.

Excommunicado.

Order 11111 confirmed.

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