John Wick: Chapter 4

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"I am the way into the city of woe.

"I am the way into eternal pain.

"I am the way to go among the lost.

"Before me, there were no created things.

"But those that last forever.

"As do I!

"Abandon all hope you who are about to enter here."

You are now in the presence

of the motherfuckin' king!

You ready, John?

Yeah.

Move! John Wick!

Mr. Wick.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

My ring.

My freedom.

Your ring is gone,

like The Elder before me.

And if you came here thinking

you could end this by killing me,

then you are mistaken.

My death will not change the outcome

any more than you can change your nature.

None of us can escape who we are,

and no one escapes The Table.

And the only way John Wick

will ever have freedom or peace, now or ever,

is in death.

I know.

I'm afraid you've come a very long way

for nothing.

Yeah...

Not really.

The Manager, please.

A Harbinger is here to see you, sir.

This must be a mistake.

There is no mistake.

By order of the Marquis,

Vincent Bisset de Gramont,

this hotel has been condemned.

You have one hour.

He is expecting you.

Can they do this, sir?

The decree is signed by the 12 members of The Table,

giving the Marquis

the power of autem imperator,

which means he is now our judge, jury and...

Evacuate the hotel.

Ned Kelly's final words as the hangman slipped

the noose around his neck were...

"Such is life."

Can you imagine the acceptance, the defiance?

Today is not the day you will die.

Of that, I am sure.

You have the unshakeable faith of David, my friend,

but you shouldn't be here.

This will not be pleasant.

Such is life, sir.

My father used to say,

"How you do anything

"is how you do everything."

Called it the first and the last rule of life.

You believe in rules...

Mr. Manager?

Oh, I do.

And what of consequences?

Of course.

And second chances.

Ah. That's where we differ,

you and I.

Second chances

are the refuge of men who fail.

Mm.

There are those on The Table

who blame this, um,

atrocity on New York.

They believe it's this city.

The Table has indulged this

fucking place for too long.

And look where that has gotten us.

I shot him.

And yet he lives,

polluting everything he touches.

Marquis, respectfully, my hotel...

Your hotel?

If I might, sir?

By all means.

The Continentals and their management

are a reminder

to all who sit beneath The Table

that none of us are above the rules.

And yet we are here.

Sir, Mr. Wick...

We're not here because of John Wick!

He is simply the face of your failure, Mr. Manager.

The sand in that glass

is merely an echo of my remaining patience.

You are no longer New York.

You are nothing.

You are Excommunicado.

And as such...

you no longer need the services of a concierge.

It has been an honor,

my friend.

It should have been me.

Yes.

But it wasn't.

Now, you think about why that is,

and perhaps one of us will have benefited from this conversation.

I have a name for you.

Respectfully,

I'm retired.

Finished. Done.

I disagree.

I'm no use to you.

Or The Table.

That's not for you to decide.

I think you should find someone else.

You came close.

Today.

Too close.

You put her in danger.

I know the deal I made.

A former associate, I believe.

He was.

And a friend.

Hmm.

The agreement with The Table stays the same.

We give you a name,

you give us a life.

Or...

we take one.

I will serve.

I will be of service.

Excellent!

I assume you have a notion of where he might be?

John Wick has few friends remaining in the world,

and even fewer he trusts

with his life.

Very, very good.

Welcome to the Osaka Continental. How can I help?

Yeah, I'm lookin' for a room.

I'm afraid this facility doesn't allow animals.

Emotional support animal.

- She's your support animal? - Other way round.

I'm hers. Isn't that right?

She stays in your room.

Enjoy your stay, sir.

It's not too bad.

Not bad at all.

There is a dog in my lobby.

Emotional support animal.

Of course it is.

Tomorrow's schedule. Mr. Suzuki at 11:00

and the Tarasovs are requesting an audience at 2:00.

What's this at 8:00?

Dinner with your daughter.

She says she's concerned you've been

working too hard.

What must I have done to deserve

such a considerate child?

Good karma, I suppose. Indeed.

And how are our guests?

Some of our gold club members are anxious.

It's always something.

And today it's New York.

And my concierge?

Concerned.

Perhaps we should get you an emotional support animal.

We've done nothing to offend The Table.

Your relationship with Mr. Wick is no secret.

The Table will come.

And...

...will be met with our grace.

Everything he touches dies.

Forgive me, Father.

Akira.

Please tell my daughter

that I look forward to our dinner.

Apparently not.

Killing the Elder was a mistake, my friend.

Their response was the destruction of the New York Continental.

My daughter fears we are next.

Winston?

Alive, but they executed his concierge

to prove a point.

Have you given any thought to

where this ends?

The Table will never stop.

You know this.

It only takes life

and only gives death.

Koji...

Friendship means little when it's convenient.

Welcome to the Osaka Continental. How can I help?

The manager.

Por favor.

Of course.

Please, make yourself comfortable.