John Wick: Chapter 2 Page #4

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isn't dead already,

he soon will be.

Will you mark it, sir?

You have no idea

what's coming, do you?

I have everyone

in New York looking for him.

I doubt we will see him again.

Do you now?

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.

He was already back.

Oh, he came back for love,

not for you.

He owed me.

I had every right.

And now he's coming again.

He did tell you not to do this.

He did warn you.

Please notify MTA personnel

of any suspicious activity.

Your attention, please.

The broad street bound

c train is now arriving.

Your attention, please.

The broad street bound

c train is now arriving.

Next stop, canal street.

This is canal street.

This is the broad street

bound c train.

The next stop is rector street.

This is rector street.

This is the broad street

bound c train.

The next stop is broad street.

This is broad street.

This is the last stop

on the southbound c train.

The blade is in your aorta.

You pull it out, you'll

bleed, and you will die.

This is the end of the line.

Consider this

a professional courtesy.

This is broad street.

This is the last stop

on the southbound c train.

This is the end of the line.

We say things, we see things.

The things you see

are nightmares, man.

Like this one time...

Take me to him.

Tell him it's John Wick.

You know, they just...

They put it in everything!

Hey, man. You got a quarter?

As I live and breathe!

John Wick.

The man.

The myth.

The legend.

You're not very good

at retiring.

I'm workin' on it.

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.

Then you know why I'm here.

Santino D'Antonio, yes.

Your contract went wide, John.

That's bad for your health.

What's the number

up to now, Earl?

$7 million! Damn!

It's Christmas. We're going

to Applebee's after this.

I need your help.

You have eyes begging for change

on every corner in the city.

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