John Wick: Chapter 2 Page #5

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I'm thinkin'

you can find Santino.

I need you to move me.

Underground.

Get me to him.

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?

You're going to help me.

Why the f*** would I do that?

Because I'm the only one

that can help you.

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?

There's a storm coming.

Not just for me.

For all of us.

For everyone under the table.

Yes, killing someone who has

a seat at the high table

does create a problem.

But it's your problem, baby.

After all, none of my people

sent Gianna D'Antonio

to the hereafter.

That being said,

Santino has her seat now.

And he wants the city.

When he's done uptown, you think

he's gonna stop at 14th street?

We'll just have

to take care of ourselves.

Oh, yeah?

For how long?

And how much blood?

You kill Santino,

the Camorra, and the

high table come for you.

I kill Santino,

they come for me.

He's offered $7 million

for your life.

$7 million is a lot

of money, Mr. Wick.

So I guess you have a choice.

You want a war?

Or do you wanna

just give me a gun?

Somebody, please!

Get this man a gun!

Kimber 1911, .45 ACP.

Seven-round capacity.

Seven rounds?

$7 million gets you

seven rounds.

That's a million dollars

a round, baby.

Let's go.

Your descent into hell

begins here, Mr. Wick.

He's at the museum.

Earl will guide you.

Do be careful on your way down.

Oh, and remember, you owe me.

You don't want me owing you.

Welcome, everyone.

Let us toast to the future

of the high table

and of course, to the

memory of my dear sister.

Nice to see you.

Mr. Akoni, how are you?

Wick is here.

Yeah.

You and you, with me.

You, go.

Welcome to "reflections of the

soul" at the new modern NYC.

Within this exhibition,

the interplay of light

and the nature of self-images

coalesce to provide

an experience

which will highlight

the fragility

of our perception of space

and our place within it.

We hope through this exhibit

we can provide new insights

into your understanding

of the world,

and just possibly lead you

to deeper reflection

into the nature of self.

The marker is complete, John.

You should have just run away.

You know what the Camorra

will do to you.

You think you're old testament?

No, John.

No.

Killing me won't

stop the contract.

Killing me will make it

so much worse.

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