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

Previously on "The Continental"...

We don't have much time.

In this neighborhood,

everyone gets a cigarette machine.

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.

I'm going to kill Cormac,

and I need all of you.

The mess your people made last night

has brought the missing coin press

to the attention of the High Table.

You have three days.

Most folks don't like to tell every little old thing.

Is there anything else my brother knows that I don't?

We're trying to put together a crew.

It might just be a suicide mission.

Why are you the man who's going to kill Cormac?

Right there.

The armory?

There's your holy grail.

Perhaps you could come with me.

I... I could never do that.

Everyone's gonna miss your music.

No, this is about justice.

I'm offering you a chance to decide who you want to be,

before it's too late.

I am sick and tired of people stealing from me.

What was it that Thomas was trying to steal?

You.

Sleep tight, and no fidgeting.

Why are we sleeping in here?

Is someone coming after us?

They might if they saw you through the window.

I'll be back in the morning with breakfast.

Where are you going, Mama?

I'm going to work.

Just go to bed, punk.

Just in case.

It won't always be like this.

Promise?

I promise.

Sweet dreams.

Get the fuck away from me!

I was in the war!

I was in the war!

I was in the war!

I was in the war!

Stop!

Oh, my God, Lemmy, would you please take it seriously?

What?

My character is a Brazilian soldier of fortune

with early signs of dementia.

Couple stabs in the back ain't gonna stop him.

Motherfucker's firing blanks.

What? I'm committing.

What, you got a fucking problem with me?

No, I ain't got no problem with you.

Imagination's crucial in our line of work.

All right, let's just assume, then,

that you two make it to the armory.

It's only a matter of minutes before I show up with the key.

- All right? - Assume?

Oh, we're gonna make it up to the armory.

It's you getting that key that really worries us.

And you're absolutely sure Cormac has this armory key?

Yep, like all despots, he's too paranoid

to trust anybody else,

so he absolutely has the key on his person.

What about that kid on the inside, Charon?

No, no, no, no, no.

Let's just focus on this plan.

We thought that was the plan.

Hey.

All these killers, I mean,

don't they bring their own guns to the party?

Yeah, they all carry a little something

for personal protection.

But in case of an all-out assault,

Cormac opens up the armory,

and his guests have full military-grade firepower

at their disposal.

In this case, for our disposal.

Yeah, but even if we make it up to the armory before them,

all that firepower is gonna be useless without an army,

- like Mazie's. - No, don't worry.

Mazie's on board.

What? Since when?

Since a few hours from now.

From now?

What the... what the fuck is going on with you, Winston?

What the fuck is going on with me, Miles?

I'll tell you. You all want guarantees.

There are no guarantees!

So if you want to back out, now's your chance.

But I am going to kill Cormac and take his precious

fucking hotel with or without you.

I'll see you all at the grand reopening.

So we're still doing this?

Till I'm told otherwise.

By who?

I don't know. By your brother.

You don't have your own opinion?

I know. This is fucked up.

But I miss it sometimes.

Afternoon.

I'm looking for Winston Scott.

It's not a name I know.

Sounds like a pedophile.

He's a person of interest.

And who are you?

What's in the crate, Lemmy?

That's right.

I know your name.

I know all about this place.

All right.

So then why don't you tell me what's in the crate?

You really want to play it like that?

Sayonara.

Hmm.

Look, I know exactly the kind of gig

your brother's running out of this place.

And honestly, I don't give a shit.

You're protecting your brother.

I get it.

I had a brother.

I'm just looking for Winston Scott.

If you know where I can find him,

I suggest you call me.

Oink, oink!

My super never mentioned you'd be dropping by.

Shh.

You hear that?

Hear what?

Do you have roommates?

No.

Well, you do now.

Behind this stove is quite the variation of feces

but of the same species...

Feces?

Which means I have located the nest.

Nest?

Oh, look. Look-a here.

Look-a here.

No, no, no, no. No, no.

- He's... he's kicked the bucket. - Oh!

Long ago.

Anyway, don't worry.

Management's agreed to put you up at a very nice hotel

while I tend to my grisly task.

Oh, but you're no stranger to nice hotels, I see.

I was there during the war, Tuscany.

I hope you don't mind me saying,

but at first, I thought you were Lana Turner.

I... I truly did.

Well.

Mm.

Please know how much I appreciate what you're doing.

No. Pooh.

One thing I know about rats, they...

they hate the sunlight.

Oh.

Now, there's a view I'd kill for.

Jenkins is gonna need something stronger.

Hey.

Where the fuck is Winston?

Very good question.

How are we even doing this?

I don't know.

Let us know when you find out.

Hey, I need some armor-piercing rounds.

Can you make a run to Jersey for me?

What's up?

Maybe I'm just tripping, but I've been getting

this feeling that something just ain't right.

I'm going through it.