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?
Seven million dollars! 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 **** 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. 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?
