The Continental: From the World of John Wick

Previously on "The Continental"...

What Frankie took is very important.

Find your brother, 'cause if you don't,

I'll bring the weight of this whole institution

down on you both.

[alarm blares[

- Where is the coin press? - Frankie took it.

You thought you could outsmart the High Table...

foolish.

Running guns, I'm guessing.

Were you close with them over there?

If you need someone in charge of saving your life,

I'll take Frankie every time.

We made a promise to Dad.

This was his dojo, but now it's just some money pit

that you can't seem to let go.

You made a big fucking mistake coming here, Winston.

We're all running now, but I can help you...

both of you.

Trust me.

So you think I'm just gonna drop a case

and go back to making it with you

like this conversation never happened?

My job is to fuck you.

Look, I'm looking for the supplier.

His name is Francis Scott, and he is a ghost.

- We have no authority here. - It's time to outsource.

Perhaps some of our guests are available... the twins.

Get me those twins.

You both need to look after each other.

They want me and this!

Frankie!

I need guns, lots of guns.

Let me get that rag.

- Let me do it. - No way.

You said yourself I'm the one with the arm.

And who struck you out twice last week?

You keep bringing that up, I ain't gonna let you do shit.

It ain't just about that.

Why, 'cause I'm younger?

Damn kid.

What even bring me for... just so I can carry the rag?

All right, fine.

You better be Whitey goddamn Ford

with this,

or Cormac's gonna have our ass, you hear me?

Watch your hand, Winston.

Go.

Fuego!

Ayúdame!

There's people in there.

- Run. - Ayúdame!

Frankie, there's people in there.

Winston, run!

Hey.

- The brother? - Yeah.

- Yeah, that's him. - Personal effects.

Thanks, Ezra.

We don't have much time.

Put it right over there.

Hey!

What the fuck are y'all doing in my dojo?

Hey!

That ain't mine! You got the wrong address!

Hey!

That ain't mine.

Hey! Who do you work for?

Not you, bitch.

Burton, huh?

Shit.

You're faster than they say.

You're new here? Chen know about this?

Chen's gone.

New rules, my rules.

In this neighborhood, everyone gets a cigarette machine.

My father and Chen had an understanding.

He stayed out of my father's business,

and we stayed out of his.

It's a little more complex than that.

Well, here's my rule.

You mess with my place, you messing with my family.

I'm a businessman. You're a businesswoman.

Focus on your business, not picking up broken glass.

Weiko!

Hi. It's me.

What?

You're not answering your phone.

Look, what the hell are you doing, huh?

It's Tuesday.

Fucking Tuesday.

You know what? This is exactly what I'm talking about.

You think you can just break into my house,

drop off some file,

and everything just goes back to normal?

I'm trying to help you

with your little investigation here.

Thought you'd appreciate it.

Your guy's MIA, so you can stop your little goose chase.

You know, I don't need your help, and he's not MIA.

- No? - No.

How do you know that? You saw him?

- No. - How do you know that?

I got a hunch.

A detective with a hunch... that's original.

You know what? Screw you.

Just tell me why you're so fixated on the guy.

You know, I thought we had an agreement.

I don't ask about your family, and you don't ask me about...

This is different than that, and you know it.

It's not different.

Stay out of my personal business.

I didn't come here to argue with you.

No, I know exactly what you came here for.

- Oh, you do? - Yep.

It's the perfect relationship.

Okay.

Keep our side shit out of it. Copy that.

- Yeah. No. No, no, no, no. - Shh, shh, shh, come here.

I'm sorry.

Hello?

Speaking.

Francis Scott?

You sure it's him?

No, no, no, no.

Uh, just, uh, uh, give me a moment.

I'll be there, all right?

Thank you. Thank you.

Look, this maybe don't help take the pain away,

but word on the street is that Frankie got the last laugh.

Chest was empty.

W-what do you mean empty?

I mean whatever they killed him for,

they never got it.

Everything's always on Frankie's terms.

I feel like somebody should...

say something.

I can say a little...

I'm going to kill Cormac, and I need all of you.

I was thinking more like a prayer or something.

Cormac is on a different level now, Winston.

You so much as spit on his stoop,

every freak in and around that hotel will be after you.

My point exactly.

Coin press is still missing.

They're gonna come after anyone who ever knew Frankie.

We had nothing to do with this.

He's desperate. We have to strike first.

Let's just give him what he wants.

Let this beef die with Frankie.

I don't have it,

and I have no clue where Frankie would have hidden it.

And they will kill all of us before they realize that.

It ain't as simple as taking him out.

We still got to deal with The Continental.

A takeover...

of the whole hotel?

Listen...

if we kill Cormac, we're not only taking his life.

We are taking his goddamn house

and everything that comes with it...

including his hold on the gun-running game.

That's right. Everything will go through you.

No longer will you be a middleman

living outside the system... you will be the system.

How are we supposed to believe

a guy in an ascot can pull this off?

That's simple... because I know Cormac.

I know how he operates, how he thinks,

how he manipulates people,

because as a kid, he did it to me and Frankie.

We were his errand boys. We thought he was a god.

That's not gonna be enough.

Well, I also have a lot of money,

problem-solving money, enough to build an army.

I was planning on starting a new life with it.

What did she say?

She wants to know where Frankie is.

Frankie.