John Wick (2014)
- Spoilers (1)
Viggo Tarasov: I heard you struck my son.
Aurelio: Yes, sir, I did.
Viggo Tarasov: And may I ask why?
Aurelio: Yeah, well, because he stole John Wick's car, sir, and, uh, killed his dog.
Viggo Tarasov: [pause] Oh.
John Wick: Viggo.
Viggo Tarasov: Yeah?
John Wick: 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.
Viggo Tarasov: Oh, God.
John Wick: 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!
Viggo Tarasov: It's not what you did, son, that angers me so. It's who you did it to.
Iosef Tarasov: Who? That fucking nobody?
Viggo Tarasov: That "fuckin' nobody"... is John Wick. He once was an associate of ours. They call him "Baba Yaga."
Iosef Tarasov: The Boogeyman?
Viggo Tarasov: Well John wasn't exactly the Boogeyman. He was the one you sent to kill the fucking Boogeyman.
Iosef Tarasov: [stunned] Oh.
Viggo Tarasov: 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 fucking 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 fucking dog.
Iosef Tarasov: Father, I can make this right.
Viggo Tarasov: Oh? How do you plan that?
Iosef Tarasov: By finishing what I started.
Viggo Tarasov: [irritated, turning to Avi] What the... did he hear a fuckin' word I said?
Iosef Tarasov: [in Russian] Dad, I can do this! Please!
Viggo Tarasov: [pulls Iosef close, talks into his ear] Iosef, Iosef! Listen! Huh? John will come for you, and you will do nothing because you can do nothing, so get the fuck out of my sight!
John Wick: [points a gun at Francis' head] Hello, Francis.
Francis: Mr. Wick.
John Wick: [in Russian] You've lost weight.
Francis: [in Russian] Over sixty pounds.
John Wick: [in Russian] Yeah? Impressive.
Francis: Are you here on business, sir?
John Wick: Afraid so, Francis.
John Wick: Why don't you take the night off?
Francis: Thank you, sir.
Jimmy: Evenin', John.
John Wick: Evenin', Jimmy. Noise complaint?
Jimmy: Noise complaint.
[looks over John's shoulder, sees the dead body on the floor behind him]
Jimmy: You, uh, workin' again?
John Wick: No, I was just sortin' some stuff out.
Jimmy: Ah, well... I'll leave you be then. Good night, John.
John Wick: Good night, Jimmy.
Viggo Tarasov: What happened, John?... We were professionals... Civilized.
John Wick: Do I look civilized to you?
Winston: Ms. Perkins.
[pauses as he walks up to Ms. Perkins]
Winston: Your membership to The Continental has been, by thine own hand, revoked.
[Gunmen execute Ms. Perkins]
Viggo Tarasov: [calling John Wick on the telephone] Hello, John.
[John says nothing]
Viggo Tarasov: I heard about your wife, and I'm sorry. My condolences. It's, uh, seems to be fate, or happenstance, or just bad fuckin' luck caused our paths to cross once again.
[John says nothing]
Viggo Tarasov: John?
[John says nothing]
Viggo Tarasov: Let us not resort to our baser instincts and handle this like civilized men to move on...
[John hangs up mid-sentence; Viggo puts down his phone in a resigned manner]
Avi: What'd he say?
Viggo Tarasov: [pause] Enough.
Avi: [quietly] Oh, God.
Viggo Tarasov: Task your crew.
Avi: H-how, how many?
Viggo Tarasov: How many do you have?
[Iosef dials Victor's cell phone]
Iosef Tarasov: [in Russian] Victor, where the fuck are you?
John Wick: Victor's dead.
John Wick: Everything's got a price.
John Wick: [to dog] It's okay. Let's go home.
Winston: Now, as I recall, weren't you the one tasked to dole out the beatings, not to receive them?
John Wick: Rusty, I guess.
Viggo Tarasov: John is a man of focus, commitment, sheer will, something you know very little about.
Iosef Tarasov: [to John Wick in Russian] It was just a fucking...
[gets shot dead]
Winston: I know what you're thinking, Jonathan. We live by a code, which is why I'm not the one telling you that a certain helicopter at a certain helipad is being fueled for a certain someone.
Viggo Tarasov: People don't change. You know that. Times, they do.
Iosef Tarasov: Nice ride. Mustang, Boss 429. She a 70?
John Wick: 69.
Iosef Tarasov: Beautiful car.
John Wick: Thanks.
Iosef Tarasov: How much?
John Wick: Excuse me?
Iosef Tarasov: How much for the car?
John Wick: She's not for sale.
[John gets in the car; Iosef comes to the window and starts petting John's dog]
Iosef Tarasov: Oh, I love dogs.
Iosef Tarasov: Everything's got a price, bitch.
John Wick: [also in Russian] Not this bitch.
Charlie: Good to see you John.
John Wick: Charlie...
Charlie: You look good. And here I'd feared you'd left all this behind.
Winston: Have you thought this through? I mean, chewed down to the bone? You got out once. You dip so much as a pinky back into this pond... you may well find something reaches out... and drags you back into its depths.
Addy: Holy shit! Jonathan!
John Wick: Hey, Addy.
Addy: My God! How long has it been? Four years?
John Wick: Five and change.
Addy: So tell me, how was life on the other side?
John Wick: It was good, Addy. Far better than I deserved.
Winston: To what do we owe the pleasure?
John Wick: Iosef Tarasov.
Winston: What about him?
John Wick: I'd like to talk with him.
Winston: A talk, you say. I'm familiar with the parlance, Jonathan.
John Wick: So what sort of movement am I looking at?
Continental Doctor: Well, if you're looking to heal, then keep it marginal. However, if you still have... business to attend to, take two of these beforehand. Your stitches'll tear and you'll bleed, but you'll have full function. Do you need anything for the pain?
John Wick: [Looks at his glass of Bourbon] No, I've got that covered.
Harry: Do I know you?
John Wick: I'm thinking so.
Harry: Hey, John.
John Wick: Hey, Harry.
Harry: Everything all right?
John Wick: Yeah. Everything's fine.
Harry: I'll leave you to it, then.
John Wick: Hey, Harry? You keen on earning a coin? Babysitting the sleeping one?
Harry: Catch and release?
John Wick: Catch and release.
Viggo Tarasov: I'll say this, John. They sure as fuck broke the mold with you.
Ms. Perkins: [Breaks into his room to kill him] Hey, John.
John Wick: Perkins?
Ms. Perkins: I thought I'd let myself in.
John Wick: I noticed. I never knew Ms. Perkins to get out of bed for less than three.
Ms. Perkins: Viggo's giving me four to break hotel rules.
John Wick: That's unwise, I assure you.
Ms. Perkins: You were always a pussy.
John Wick: [to Victor, in Russian, before he is killed] You stole my car, and you killed my dog!
John Wick: [Answers the phone] Yes?
Hotel Manager: I apologize for calling you at this hour, but we have received a number of grievances from your floor concerning the noise.
John Wick: My apologies. I was dealing with an uninvited guest.
Hotel Manager: Have you need then of, say, a dinner reservation, perhaps?
John Wick: Perhaps. I'll have to get back to you.
Harry: Don't worry.
[tears off her gag]
Harry: Housekeeping will find you.
Ms. Perkins: Treat all your ladies like this?
Harry: You are no lady. Trust me.
John Wick: Open it.
Priest: [In Russian] Do you think you can scare me into opening this gate?
John Wick: [In Russian] Yes, I do. Open it.
Priest: Viggo will kill me.
[John shoots an unconscious guard]
John Wick: Uh-huh.
Harry: You've broken the rules. You've done business on Continental grounds, and management does not take kindly to that sort of behavior.
Ms. Perkins: Fuck management.
John Wick: Where's Iosef?
Ms. Perkins: Fuck you!
John Wick: Where's Viggo?
Ms. Perkins: I'm not telling you shit!
John Wick: Do you really wanna die here, Perkins? Give me something.
Ms. Perkins: Little Russia. There's a church near Cannon Court.
John Wick: What about it?
Ms. Perkins: It's a front. It's where Viggo keeps his private stash.
John Wick: [Before he knocks her down] Thank you.
Hotel Manager: How may I be of service?
John Wick: Is the doctor in?
Hotel Manager: Yes sir, 24/7.
John Wick: Send him up, please.
Hotel Manager: Yes sir!
John Wick: How good is your laundry?
Hotel Manager: [sighs] I'm sorry to say that no one is THAT good!
John Wick: No... I thought not!
Hotel Manager: May I suggest a drink, sir? Bourbon perhaps?
John Wick: That sounds perfect.
Helen: John, I'm sorry I can't be there for you. But you still need something, someone to love, so start with this. Because the car doesn't count. I love you, John. This illness has loomed over us for a long time and now that I have found my peace, find yours. Until that day, your best friend, Helen.
Marcus: It's been a while. My condolences. How're you holding up?
John Wick: I keep asking, "Why her?"
Marcus: There's no rhyme or reason to this life. It's days like today scattered among the rest.
John Wick: Are you sure?
Marcus: Don't blame yourself.
John Wick: What are you really doing here, Marcus?
Marcus: Just checking up on an old friend.
Marcus: Goodbye, John.