John Wick: Chapter 2

Almost.

"Almost."

Sir, with all due respect, are you sure this is our best option?

I mean, why can't we just correct

- the problem? - Because my fuckin' nephew...

killed a dog.

And he stole a car.

A car...

which currently is among our inventory.

So we're giving everything up for a car?

It's not just a car.

It is John Wick's car.

Oh.

Sir, why don't we just give it back?

He killed my nephew.

My brother.

And a dozen of my men.

Over his car.

And a puppy.

And you... you think he will stop now?

Hmm?

Sir, he's one man.

Why don't we just eliminate him?

John Wick...

is a man of focus...

Commitment...

And sheer fuckin' will.

He once killed three men in a bar...

With a pencil. I know. I've heard the story.

With a fucking pencil!

Who the fuck can do that?

Well, I can assure you

that the stories you hear about this man,

if nothing else, has been watered down.

...Mr. Wick.

Hey, buddy.

Hey.

Good dog.

- What are you doing, John? - Looking at you.

What are you doing?

I'm waiting for you.

Come here.

Hey, boy.

Nice peaceful place you got here.

- Hey, Aurelio. - Hey.

John, what the hell? I thought you loved this oar.

What do you think?

Well, your motor's about to fall out and...

the chassis' all bent up,

the... the driveshaft is all destroyed.

And I don't know if you noticed, but you got a crack in your windshield.

I mean... what do I think?

I could fix this.

Thanks for finding her.

Not a problem, man. I just made a few calls. No big deal.

Let me know when it's fixed.

All right. It'll be ready Christmas...

2030.

Ciao, John.

Santino.

Café?

Grazie.

Good to see you.

Good to see you.

I was sorry to hear about your wife, John.

Thank you.

Hi.

And the dog, does he have a name?

No.

Listen, John... with all sincerity...

I don't want to be here.

Please, don't.

I'm asking you not to do this.

I'm sorry.

No one gets out and comes back without repercussions.

I do this with a heavy heart, John.

But remember, if not for what I did

on the night of your impossible task,

you wouldn't be here right now, like this.

This is because of me.

This, in part, is mine.

Take it back.

- "Take it back"? - Take it back.

A marker is no small thing, John.

For a man to grant a marker to another,

is to bind a soul to a blood oath.

Find someone else.

Listen to me.

What is this? Hmm?

Do you remember? This is your blood.

You came to me. I helped you.

If you don't do this,

you know the consequences.

I'm not that guy anymore.

You are always that guy, John.

I can't help you.

I'm sorry.

Yes. You're right.

You can't.

But he can.

I'll see you soon, John.

You have a beautiful home, John.

Buenasera.

Well, good evenin', John.

Hey, Jimmy.

Gas leak?

Yeah, gas leak.

You workin' again?

I'll see you, Jimmy.

Come on, boy.

'Night, John.

Oh, shit.

I'd like to see the manager.

How good to see you again so soon, Mr. Wick.

Shall I announce you?

Yes, please.

Stay.

Mr. Wick is on his way to see you, sir.

Impeccable.

Put these into circulation.

Where is he?

Thank you, my friend.

Beautiful work. Beautiful.

What are you doing, Jonathan?

He burned my house down.

You rejected his marker. You're lucky he stopped there.

What the hell were you thinking,

giving a marker to a man like Santino D'Antonio?

It was the only way I could get out.

Oh. You call this "out"?

What did you think was gonna happen? Huh?

What did you expect? Huh?

Did you really think this day was never going to come'? Hmm?

What does he want you to do?

I didn't ask.

I just said no.

Two rules that cannot be broken, Jonathan.

No blood on Continental grounds, and every marker must be honored.

Now while my judgment comes in the form of excommunicado,

the High Table

demand a more severe outcome if their traditions are refused.

I have no choice?

You dishonor the marker, you die.

You kill the holder of the marker, you die.

You run, you die.

This is what you agreed to, Jonathan.

Do what the man asks.

Be free.

Then, if you want to go after him, burn his house down, be my guest.

But until then...

Rules.

Exactly. Rules.

Without them, we'd live with the animals.

Do you board?

I'm sorry to say, sir, but this facility does not.

I, however, would be willing to accept the responsibility, should you wish.

Appreciate that.

Does he have a name, sir?

No.

Good dog.

Stay.

This was my father's collection.

I see little more than just paint on canvas, of course.

But I do find myself here.

Please.

I didn't want to do this, John.

Had you stayed retired, I would have respected it.

Look at you.

You're thinkin' about it, aren't you?

You're counting exits... guards...

Could you get to me in time?

How would you do it, I wonder?

That woman's pen?

His cane?

Maybe his glasses?

My hands.

Ah. How exciting.

Yet you know you cannot, can you?

I told you I needed that guy,

the way you are looking at me right now.

I needed the Boogeyman.

I needed John Wick.

Just... tell me what you want.

I want you to kill my sister.

Why?

There are 12 seats at the High Table.

Camorra, Mafia, and 'Ndrangheta.

The Chinese, the Russian.

When my father died...

he willed his seat to her.

She represents Camorra now.

And I can't help but wonder...

what I might accomplish in her stead.

You want me to kill... Gianna D'Antonio?

I could never do it.

She is my blood.

I still love her.

It can't be done.

She's in Rome for her coronation.

- You will take the catacombs in... - It doesn't matter where she is.