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