Do you expect him to make it out?
Fourteen million dollar bounty on his head, and every interested party in this city wants a piece of it. I say the odds are about even.
Do you expect him to make it out?
Fourteen million dollar bounty on his head, and every interested party in this city wants a piece of it. I say the odds are about even.
You gentleman, of course, realize that was the first wave. Merely an amuse-bouche. We can keep this up as long as you'd like, but it only ends one way.
Are you sure a protracted war is the best way forward?
There won't be anything "protracted" about it.
Oh you can take the Continental, I have no doubt about that, but keeping it, that's a different matter entirely. My allegiances run way beyond this building.
We are High Table.
And we... are New York City.
Are we negotiating?
I believe we are.
Have you decided to step down?
I think not.
And you, will you be putting a bullet in his head?
No, I don't think I will.
Very well.
Administration.
I'd like to change a designation.
Verification?
Adjudication 1011979, The Continental Hotel, New York.
New designation?
Deconsecrated.
This haven is safe no more.
Are services still off limit to me?
Under the circumstances, your privileges are reinstated immediately. What do you need?
Guns. Lots of guns.
I know you will do The Continental proud.
I'll see you soon, sir.
And you, Jonathan, do what you do best.
What's that?
Hunt... Si vis pacem, para bellum [Latin translation: If you want peace, prepare for war]!
What are we going to do about John Wick?
Oh, he has to die. [suddenly pulls out gun and shoots Wick several times, causing him to fall off the roof] Sorry, Jonathan. I don't see any other way.