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Cool it, Cool it.

John!

Where is he?

Shit!

I have your word then, if I tell you where he is, that you’ll let me walk away?

Pull the contract.

Done.

He’s kept in a safe house, Brooklyn 434 Wallace Place.

They know you’re coming.

Of course.

But it won’t matter.

Will you stop playing the fucking video game?

Will you stop playing that fucking video game?

Get down, Get down!

Come on, Come on, Get down, Get down!

Make the arrangements.

Thank you.

Our pleasure, sir.

A parting gift, From the management.

Compensation for last night’s unfortunate incident.

How many times do I have to save your ass?

I appreciate it.

Of course.

You look terrible.

No, I look retired.

Retired?

You really believe that?

You made a new life.

You’ll find your way back to it.

It’s time to go home.

Let’s get on with this, whatever the fuck this is.

Hello, Marcus.

This is John.

I appreciate you granting my son a swift death.

I wouldn’t know how to reply to that either.

Marcus betrayed me.

You pulled the contract.

And while it was open, you had every chance.

every opportunity to kill John Wick.

And if you had done your job.

my son would be still alive!

And in so doing.

he broke the cardinal rule.

Thank you.

Ms Perkins.

Why am I not surprised?

In for a penny, in for a pound.

So, John, I had no choice.

I always liked you, Marcus.

The last of the old guard.