The Continental: From the World of John Wick - First Season

Frankie, what's gonna happen now?

Shut up.

They're watching us right now.

A bunch of stupid cops

are gonna tell us a bunch of fucking lies.

What do you mean, Frankie?

They're gonna try to scare us into saying shit.

Just don't say nothing, OK?

Nothing.

- But I didn't know. - No.

You didn't do anything.

That's all I want you to think about, Winston.

I did it. You got that?

I did it.

I did it.

I did it.

You're not supposed to be down here, Frankie.

Yeah, I know.

I'm not supposed to be balling married ladies, either.

You tell me.

Where's the best place to take a lady

you're not supposed to be with?

A place you're not supposed to be?

Exactly. Now...

you're not gonna tell on me, are you, Lawrence?

After all, I'm not the only one

that's slipped and fallen

in someone else's front yard now, am I?

Hmm?

So tell me.

How do I look?

Get your ass outta here before I shoot you.

All right.

Well, Happy New Year, Lawrence.

Should be a good one.

Darling.

- How you doing? - How you doing, Frankie?

Hey, Frankie!

Happy New Year, Frankie!

Cormac has requested your presence over at his table.

Hey, Frankie, my boy. Come here.

Hey, everybody, I picked this one off the street

when he was yay high.

Trained him myself, and now look at the son of a bitch.

Here.

Teaghlach. Family, huh?

- Family. - Family.

Hey, Corine, where ya been?

Yeah, that's right.

Don't fucking hit me.

All right, New York City,

start the countdown.

Ten, nine,

eight, seven,

six...

Happy New Year!

Move it, let's go.

Lad, look at all this gold.

I'm not here for that.

Gimme the piece.

You really wanna do this?

This isn't the kinda thing that we just walk away from.

That's a good boy.

Not so tough now, are ya?

I always thought you was a reasonable man.

The piece.

Everyone down!

Frankie.

Lawrence.

Red light active.

Go, go!

Invicus on Continental grounds.

Red light has been activated.

Invicus on Continental grounds.

Red light has been activated.

Thank you.

Aah!

Uhh...

Aah! Damn it, Frankie!

Frankie, stop!

Frankie!

Aah!

Aah...

Uhh... Aah... aah...

Get in!

Drive!

My job is to see the future.

Now, we're all aware with the height restrictions

being lifted here,

there's a building boom going on.

And if you want to be part of the dick measuring contest

to see who can build a taller building than the next guy...

and I get it... I'll even buy you a ruler.

But while everyone else is scrambling

to get closer to the clouds,

they're all missing the obvious.

And what's that?

Where the hell are they going to park?

So... car parks?

4,700 parking spaces filled every day of the week.

Central to all those oversized skyscrapers

everyone's so eager to build.

I've secured the land, the concrete, the permits.

I know 2 million pounds is a lot of money, Mr. Davenport.

Numbers don't scare me, boy.

But handing my money over

to a little firm that I've never heard of

who do business with people I've never heard of

doesn't exactly soothe me.

Well, who wants more dessert? Hmm?

How about another dirty martini?

You have fine taste in spirits, Mr. Scott.

And I admire a man who spends money to make money.

But I'm afraid I'm not convinced.

Oh...

But I really think you'd be missing out on...

Ugh. I was bored over there,

so I thought I'd come over here... mmm...

and be even more bored.

Be nice, dear.

Don't call me dear.

You call your mother dear.

So what are you trying to

lay off on my husband, mister...

Scott.

- Winston Scott. - So what are you

trying to lay off on my husband, Winston Scott?

A piece of London. A big one.

Car parks.

Car parks?

Gosh.

It is an interesting proposition.

Really, hon?

Car parks?

Winston...

Do you know what my husband deals in?

- I do. - Right.

Then you'll realize that this old duffer,

despite his overpriced suit and bald patch, has a brand.

And that brand is...

excitement,

sex.

You know David Bowie was at our disco the other night.

And did you know that my husband

has a piece of his current tour?

I did not, no.

Mmm. He does.

And it's not because he's in the car park business.

Wait. So you must know Tony DeFries then,

David's business manager.

He handles David, The Who.

Mm-hmm. Lou Reed.

Yes, Tony. Of course we know Tony.

Then should be of interest to you

that Tony is actually one of my biggest investors.

Mm-hmm.

Come to think of it...

I'm sure he wouldn't mind

being made aware of other exciting investors

thinking about joining the party.

Tony. I-it's Winston Scott.

Yes, I'm sorry for bothering you.

Listen, I was wondering, would you mind saying a quick hello

to Mrs. Davenport?

Yes. Yes, that Davenport.

Uh, well, no, she and her husband

are contemplating joining our venture,

and I thought maybe you...

will do, Tony.

Tony? Rosalind Daven...

Right.

Yes.

Mm.

Oh, he did, um...

he did say... mm.

Right.

Well, thank you for your time.

And we'll see you soon, lovie. Yes.

Yes, you too. Bye-bye.

Well, I came here to be bored.

Ta-da.

- No need to be rude. - Rude?

I'll tell you what's rude.

Me calling you a fucking moron.

He has just torn you a new asshole.

Congratulations.

- You, call me a car. - Yes, ma'am.

I-I really do appreciate

you taking the time to meet and consider my prop...

Wire the money.

Fuck's sake.

Told you he'd do the opposite of what I'd say.

I haven't seen that side of you.