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Aurelio speaking.

I heard you struck my son.

Yes, sir, I did.

And may I ask why?

Yeah, well, because he stole John Wick’s car, sir.

and, uh, killed his dog.

Viggo.

Yeah?

They’ve agreed to your terms.

It’s not like you gave them much of a choice anyway though, right?

Congratulations.

Sir?

Have you seen my son?

How was your trip, kid?

We won’t be hearing from them anytime soon.

Or ever.

That’s a nice jacket.

Thanks.

Yeah.

Should I go?

Viggo, English, please, Come on.

Stay, goddamn it!

What did I do?

We did what you asked, No one saw shit.

I’m not talking about Atlantic City.

What then?

You mean Aurelio’s, So I stole a fucking car!

Aw, fuck, Viggo!

You stay!

It’s not what you did, son, that angers me so.

It’s who you did it to.

Who, That fucking nobody?

That “fuckin’ nobody”.

is John Wick.

He once was an associate of ours.

They call him Baba Yaga.

The boogeyman?

Well, John wasn’t exactly the boogeyman.

He was the one you sent to kill the fucking boogeyman.

John is a man of focus.

commitment.

sheer will.

Something you know very little about.

I once saw him kill three men in a bar.

with a pencil.

With a fuckin’.

pencil

Then suddenly one day he asked to leave.

It’s over a woman, of course.

So I made a deal with him.

I gave him an impossible task.

A job no one could have pulled off.

The bodies he buried that day.

laid the foundation of what we are now.

And then, my son.

a few days after his wife died.

you steal his car.

and kill his fuckin’ dog.

Father, I can make this right.

Oh, How do you plan that?

By finishing what I started.

Did he hear a fucking word I said?

Losef, losef, listen.

John will come for you.

And you will do nothing.

because you can do nothing.

So get the fuck out of my sight.

Hello, John.

I heard about your wife, and I’m sorry.

My condolences.

It seems to be fate, or happenstance.

or just bad fuckin’ luck caused our paths to cross once again.

John?

Let us not resort to our baser instincts.

and handle this like civilized men to move on.

What’d he say?

Enough.

Oh, God.

Task a crew.

H-How many?

How many do you have?

Baba Yaga.