John Wick: Chapter 2

Santino D'Antonio:
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.

John Wick:
I'm not that guy anymore.

Santino D'Antonio:
You are always that guy, John.

John Wick:
I can't help you. I'm sorry.

Santino D'Antonio:
You're right. You can't. But he can. I'll see you soon, John.

Jimmy:
Good evening, John.

John Wick:
Hey, Jimmy.

Jimmy:
[points at burning house in the background] Gas leak?

John Wick:
Yeah. Gas leak.

Jimmy:
[beat] You workin' again?

John Wick:
I'll see you, Jimmy.

Jimmy:
Have a nice night, John. [pause] Sh*t.

Winston:
What are you doing, Jonathan?

John Wick:
He burned my house down.

Winston:
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?

John Wick:
It was the only way I could get out.

Winston:
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? [beat] What does he want you to do?

John Wick:
I didn't ask. I just said 'No'.

Winston:
[shakes his head with a sigh, and raises two fingers to John] Two rules that cannot be broken, Jonathan: No blood on Continental grounds, and every marker must be honored. Now while my judgement comes in the form of excommunicado, the High Table demand a more severe outcome if their traditions are refused.

John Wick:
I have no choice?

Winston:
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...

John Wick:
...Rules.

Winston:
[nods] Exactly. Rules. Without them, we'd live with the animals.

Julius:
I fail to recall the last time you were in Rome. And here I'd heard... you had retired.

John Wick:
I had.

Julius:
Then humor me with, uh... but one question. Sei qui per il Santo Padre? [translation: Are you here for the Pope?]

John Wick:
No.

Julius:
All right then. [Pulls out a key] One of our finest rooms.

John Wick:
Grazie.

Julius:
Enjoy your stay.

Sommelier:
Good afternoon, Mr. Wick. It's been a long time.

John Wick:
I'd like a tasting.

Sommelier:
I know of your past fondness for the German varietals, but I can wholeheartedly endorse the new breed of Austrians. Glock 34 and 26. Recontoured grips. Flared magwell for easier reloads. And I know you'll appreciate the custom porting. What's next?

John Wick:
I need something robust. Precise.

Sommelier:
"Robust. Precise." AR-15, 11.5-inch. Compensated with an iron-bonded bolt carrier. Trijicon Accupoint with 1-6 magnification.

John Wick:
Could you recommend anything for the end of the night? Something big, bold.

Sommelier:
May I suggest the Benelli M4? Custom bolt carrier release and charging handle. Textured grips, should your hands get... wet. An Italian classic.

John Wick:
Dessert?

Sommelier:
Dessert. The finest cutlery. All freshly stoned. Shall I have everything sent to your room?

John Wick:
Yes. Thank you.

Sommelier:
Excellent. Mr. Wick? Do enjoy your party.

Italian Tailor:
Buongiorno, signor Wick.

John Wick:
Ciao, Angelo.

Italian Tailor:
Welcome back to Rome.

Italian Tailor:
Tell me, Mr. Wick, is this a formal event or a social affair?

John Wick:
Social.

Italian Tailor:
And is this for day or evening?

John Wick:
I need one for day and one for night.

Italian Tailor:
And what style?

John Wick:
Italian.

Italian Tailor:
How many buttons?

John Wick:
Two.

Italian Tailor:
Trousers?

John Wick:
Tapered.

Italian Tailor:
How about the lining?

John Wick:
Tactical.

Italian Tailor:
Silicon carbide discs. Ceramic matrices. Accompanying laminates. Cutting-edge body armor. We just sew it between the fabric and the lining. Zero penetration. However... Quite painful, I'm afraid.

Cassian:
You working?

John Wick:
Yeah... You?

Cassian:
Yeah... Good night?

John Wick:
Afraid so.

Cassian:
Sorry to hear that.

John Wick:
I had a marker.

Cassian:
Whose?

John Wick:
Her brother.

Cassian:
I see. So you had no choice.

John Wick:
He wants her seat at the table.

Cassian:
He'll get it now.

John Wick:
Yeah...yeah.

Cassian:
So, you're free?

John Wick:
Am I?

Cassian:
No. Not at all. [John nods] You killed my ward. Someone I was close to. An eye for an eye, John. You know how it goes.

John Wick:
Yeah.

[They both drink]

Cassian:
I'll make it quick. I promise.

John Wick:
I appreciate that. I'll try and do the same.

[They finish their drinks]

Cassian:
This round's on me. Consider it professional courtesy.

Bowery King:
As I live and breathe! John Wick. The man. The myth. The legend. You're not very good at retiring.

John Wick:
I'm workin' on it.

Bowery King:
Mr. Wick doesn't remember, but we met many years ago, before my ascension... When I was just a pawn in the game. We met and you gave me a gift, the gift that would make me a king. You don't remember, but there I was standing in an alleyway. I didn't even hear you comin'. You gave me this. Gift from the Boogeyman. Perfect for every occasion. But you also gave me a choice. Pull my gun, shoot you in the back, and die, or keep the pressure on my neck...and live. And so you see, I survived. No one sneaks up on me anymore thanks to you. I am all-seeing and all-knowing.

John Wick:
Then you know why I'm here.

Bowery King:
Santino D'Antonio, yes. Your contract went wide, John. That's bad for your health. What's the number up to now, Earl?

[Earl holds up seven fingers]

Bowery King:
Seven million dollars! Damn! It's Christmas. We're going to Applebee's after this.

John Wick:
I need your help. You have eyes begging for change on every corner in the city. I'm thinkin' you can find Santino. I need you to move me. Underground. Get me to him.

Bowery King:
How sweet it is! The Boogeyman begging me for help. Well, of course, John. Yes, John. Whatever you'd like, John. Would you like a back rub with that, John?

John Wick:
You're going to help me.

Bowery King:
Why the f*** would I do that?

John Wick:
Because I'm the only one that can help you.

Bowery King:
You're gonna help me out? That's downright upright of you, Mr. Wick. You sound positively magnanimous. But look around you. How much help does it look like I need? It seems to me that the real question, Mr. Wick, is who in this cruel world of ours...is going to help you?

Bowery King:
He's offered seven million dollars for your life. Seven million dollars is a lot of money, Mr. Wick.

John Wick:
So I guess you have a choice. You want a war? Or do you wanna just give me a gun?

Bowery King:
Somebody, please! Get this man a gun!

Bowery King:
Oh, and remember... you owe me.

John Wick:
You don't want me owing you.

Santino D'Antonio:
Winston!

Winston:
Mr. D'Antonio, your evening has been colorful I see. Seeking safe harbor, I presume.

Santino D'Antonio:
I want his membership revoked now.

Winston:
In the eyes of this institution Mr. Wick has breached no legality.

Santino D'Antonio:
Then you know that I have the right to demand...

Winston:
Nothing, you demand nothing of me, Mr. D'Antonio. This kingdom is mine and mine alone.

Santino D'Antonio:
Alright. Then enjoy your kingdom, Winston, while you still can.

Winston:
And you, its privileges, sir.

Santino D'Antonio:
[at the Continental] Have you seen the menu here? Lot of options.

Winston:
Jonathan, listen to me.

Santino D'Antonio:
A man can stay here a long time and never eat the same meal twice.

Winston:
Jonathan, just walk away.

Santino D'Antonio:
Yeah Jonathan. Walk aw...

[John kills Santino with a bullet in the forehead]

Winston:
What have you done?

John Wick:
Finished it.

John Wick:
What am I lookin' at?

Winston:
The Camorras doubled Santino's open contract. It's gone international.

John Wick:
High Table?

Winston:
Mmm-hmm.

John Wick:
And the Continental?

Winston:
You killed a man on company grounds, Jonathan. You leave me no choice but to declare you excommunicado. The doors to any service or provider in connection with the Continental are now closed to you. I am so sorry. Your life is now forfeit.

John Wick:
Then why am I not dead?

Winston:
Because I deemed it not to be. Now. You have one hour. I can't delay it any longer. [hands John a marker] You might need this...down the road.

John Wick:
Winston... tell them... Tell them all... Whoever comes, whoever it is... I'll kill them. I'll kill them all.

Winston:
'Course you will.

John Wick:
You wanted me back... I'm back!

John Wick:
The knife is in your aorta. You pull it out, you will bleed and you will die. Consider this a professional courtesy. [John walks away]

Santino D'Antonio:
[calls John] I know you're mad...but what kind of man would I be if I did not avenge my sister's death?

Santino D'Antonio:
No wife, no dog, no home. You have nothing, John. Vengeance is all you have left.

Winston:
[to Santino, about John Wick] You stabbed the devil in the back and forced him back into the life that he had just left. You incinerated the priest's temple. Burned it to the ground. Now he's free of the marker, what do you think he'll do? He had a glimpse of the other side and he embraced it. But you, Signor D'Antonio... took it away from him.

Abram Tarasov:
I can assure you that the stories you hear about John Wick, if nothing else, have been watered down.