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The New York Continental Hotel has been deconsecrated. Goodbye.
Me? I'm more of a cat person myself.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
JOHN: Oh, shit.
I, am not, a human...
The High Table accepts your fealty.
(SIGHS)
(GUN CLICKING)
(WHEELS SQUEAKING)
Baba Yaga
The first coin ever minted in this facility.
My, my, welcome to the Moroccan Continental.
THE ELDER: You think I speak of your location?
Out!
Consequences. Yeah.
Skirmish.
(MAN SHOUTING IN ARABIC)
Do what you do best. Hunt
you may look for me in room 217.
I will let him know you have arrived.
And Away We Go.
and find a new home for your birds.
WINSTON: Parley.
Let's go.
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(YELLS)
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
(TICKING) Three, two...
Now, you did the impossible, you stopped, you got out.
(GUNFIRE STOPS)
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(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
"Instead of stopping him, instead of killing him,"
(SHOUTS) (SNARLING)
(GRUNTS) (SHUSHES)
We're not going in like the old days.
(GUN COCKS) JOHN: Sofia?
What are we going to do about John Wick?
THE ELDER: Drink.
He with you?
(SHOUTS, BANGS ON CAR DOOR)
From the animals. Yes.
Where? Here.
that contracts and executing them was optional.
If you feel you must,
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(CLOSES BOOK)
(MEN GRUNTING)
(GRUNTING)
I just need you to get me to him.
All of this, for what?
I have served. I will be of service.
(BONE CRACKS) (ZERO YELLS)
(BARKING)
when your life has been by your own actions, forfeit?
Winston! Winston!
Aku akan menemuimu.
We apologize for the inconvenience.
Under the Table is where shit gets done.
(BIKER SCREAMS)
This will be my gift.
I have served. I will be of service.
It's good to have you back.
Can't track it, can't hack it, can't trace it.
(DOOR OPENS)
(PHONES RINGING) (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Just below my floating rib.
Surely it's the least you can do.
I just gotta catch my breath.
Not if you can't spend it.
Oh, you can take the Continental,
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
MIGUEL BARRERA, EXCOMMUNICADO.
You have seven days.
that I had to follow the rules of the Table.
(GASPS)
(MEN SHOUTING)
(GROANS)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
armor piercing
Increase, fifteen million
(JOHN PANTING)
(PIGEONS COOING)
(CONTINUES SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
I have no doubt about that.
Me? I'm more of a cat person myself.
$14 million bounty on his head.
You follow the brightest star.
I have served, I will be of service.