Everything’s got a price, bitch.
Not this bitch.
Everything’s got a price, bitch.
Not this bitch.
Hello Winston.
Jonathan! Now, as I recall, weren't you the one tasked to dole out the beatings, not to receive them?
Rusty, I guess.
To what do we owe the pleasure?
Iosef Tarasov.
What about him?
I'd like to talk with him.
A talk, you say. I'm familiar with the parlance, Jonathan. I want to ask you this: Have you returned to the fold?
Just visiting.
Have you thought this through? I mean chewed it down to the bone? You got out once. You dip so much as a pinky back into this pond, you may well find something reaches out, and drags you back into its depths.
Viggo.
Yeah?
When Helen died, I lost everything. Until that dog arrived on my doorstep... A final gift from my wife... In that moment, I received some semblance of hope... an opportunity to grieve unalone... And your son... took that from me.
Oh, God.
Stole that from me... Killed that from me! People keep asking if I'm back and I haven't really had an answer. But now, yeah, I'm thinkin' I'm back. So you can either hand over your son! OR YOU CAN DIE SCREAMING ALONGSIDE HIM!!
It's been a while. My condolences. How're you holding up?
I keep asking, "Why her?"
There's no rhyme or reason to this life. It's days like today scattered among the rest.
Are you sure?
Don't blame yourself.
What are you really doing here, Marcus?
Just checking up on an old friend. Goodbye, John.
Hey, John! [shoots up the room]
Perkins?
I thought I'd let myself in.
I noticed. [fights Perkins] I never knew Ms. Perkins to get out of bed for less than three.
Viggo's giving me four to break hotel rules!
That's unwise, I assure you.
You were always a pussy.
They know you're coming.
Of course. But it won't matter.
It's not what you did, son, that angers me so. It's who you did it to.
Who? That **** nobody?
That "****in' nobody"... is John Wick. He was once an associate of ours. We called him…Baba Yaga.
"The Boogeyman"?
Well, John wasn't exactly "the Boogeyman". He was the one you sent to kill the ****in' Boogeyman.
…Oh.
John is a man of focus. Commitment. Sheer will. Something you know very little about. I once saw him kill three men in a bar… with a pencil. With a ****in' pencil. Suddenly one day he asked to leave. It was over a woman, of course. So I made a deal with him. I gave him an impossible task. A job no one could have pulled off. The bodies he buried that day... laid the foundation of what we are now. And then, my son, a few days after his wife died… you steal his car, and kill his ****in' dog?
Father, I can make this right!
Oh? How do you plan that?
By finishing what I started.
What the… did he hear a **** word I said?
Dad, I can do this! Please!
Iosef. Iosef! Listen. John will come for you, and you will do nothing, because you can do nothing. So get the **** out of my sight!
What happened, John? We were professionals. Civilized!
Do I look civilized to you?
Don't worry. Housekeeping will find you.
Treat all your ladies like this?
You are no lady. Trust me.
Harry, is it? How would you like to earn more than just a gold coin?
You've broken the rules. You've done business on Continental grounds. And management does not take kindly to that sort of behavior.
**** management.
Don't worry, housekeeping will find you.
Hello, Francis.
Mister Wick.
You've lost weight.
Over sixty pounds.
Yeah? Impressive.
Are you here on business, sir?
Afraid so, Francis. Why don't you take the night off?
Thank you, sir.
How good is your laundry?
I'm sorry to say that no one is that good.
No, I thought not. [turns to leave]
May I suggest a drink, sir? Bourbon, perhaps?
That sounds perfect.
It was just a ****—
Everything's got a price.
Room 918. Do enjoy your stay.
Thanks. [Turns to see John standing behind her]...Good seeing you again, John.
...Perkins.
I have you for two nights.
Depending on business, it may be more.
Of course, sir.
So when did the old place get a facelift?
Around four years ago...But I assure you sir, she really hasn't changed much.
Same owner?
Same owner...Room 818...And, as always it is a pleasure having you with us again, Mr. Wick.
Evenin', John.
Evenin', Jimmy... Noise complaint?
...Noise complaint. [sees a dead body in the hallway, takes off his hat] You, uh, workin' again?
Nah, just sortin' some stuff out.
Ah, well... I'll leave you be then. [puts on his hat] Good night, John.
Good night, Jimmy.
Aurelio speaking.
I heard you struck my son.
...Yes, sir, I did.
And may I ask why?
Yeah, well, because he stole John Wick's car, sir, and uh… killed his dog.
Oh. [hangs up]