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Where’s losef?

Fuck you.

Where’s Viggo?

I’m not telling you shit!

Do you really wanna die here, Perkins?

Give me somethin’.

Little Russia.

There’s a church near Cannon Court.

What about it?

It’s a front, It’s where Viggo keeps his private stash.

Thank you.

Do I know you?

I’m thinkin’ so.

Hey, John.

Hey, Harry.

Everything all right?

Yeah, Everything’s fine.

I’ll leave you to it then.

Hey, Harry.

You keen on earning a coin?

Babysittin’ the sleepin’ one?

Catch and release?

Catch and release.

My son, how might I help you?

Motherfucker!

Let’s go to the vault.

Open it.

Viggo will kill me.

Ladies, out.

Honestly, what do you think you’re going to do with all of that?

This.

Don’t worry, Housekeeping will find you.

Treat all your ladies like this?

You are no lady, Trust me.

Harry, is it?

How would you like to earn more than just a gold coin?

You’ve broken the rules.

You’ve done business on Continental grounds.

And management does not take kindly, to that sort of behavior.

Fuck management.

Don’t worry, Housekeeping’ll find you.

Ashes to ashes.

Can we recover from this?

Viggo, you know what was in that vault, right?

I’ll say this, John.

They sure as fuck broke the mold with you.

You always had a certain.

audacity about you, you know.

Yeah.

I can say you’re still very much the John Wick of old.

Am I?

People don’t change, You know that.

Times, they do.

Do you know what was in that vault?

Artwork, cash, not without its worth.

But the leverage I had on this city-

audio recordings, physical evidence, blackmail it was fuckin’ priceless!

Priceless!

Yeah, I kind of enjoyed that.

Yeah, Yeah, I know you did, Yeah.

Are you really laughing?

So-

Ah, then you got married, huh, Settled down.

How did you manage that anyways?

Luck, l guess.

Yeah.

Yeah, while you had your wife, I had my son.

And believe me, you had a far better deal.

And then you left.

And the way you got out.

lying to yourself that the past held no sway over the future.

But in the end.

a lot of us are rewarded for our misdeeds.

which is why God took your wife.

and unleashed you upon me.

This life, follows you.

It clings to you.

infecting everyone who comes close to you.

We are cursed, you and I.

On that we agree.

Finally, common ground.

Step aside.

Give me your son.

John Wick.

It was just a fucking car, Just a fuckin’ dog.

Just a dog.

Viggo.

Yeah?

When Helen died, I lost everything.

Until that dog arrived on my doorstep-

a final gift from my wife.

In that moment, I received some semblance of hope.

an opportunity to grieve unalone.

And your son.

took that from me.

Oh, God.

Stole that from me.

Killed that from me!

People keep asking if I’m back.

and I haven’t really had an answer.

But now, yeah, I’m thinkin’ I’m back.

So you can either hand over your son-

Or you can die screaming alongside him!