John Wick: Chapter 22017

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?