MAN: (ON RADIO) It looks like the storm has passed.

New Yorkers, a season high, seven inches of rain last night.

High winds and flooding in some areas even left some New Yorkers stranded.

City crews still working this morning.

They're trying to restore power Good news is, today should be sunny with highs in the low 60s.

(CRUNCHING)

Relentless weather these past few weeks.

So get out there, enjoy the sun, go to the park, get outside if you can, because it's not gonna last long.

(GRUNTS)

(MAN ON RADIO CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

(PANTS)

(GRUNTS)

(PANTS)

What are you doing, John?

JOHN: Looking at you.

HELEN: Come here.

(PANTING)

HELEN: Are you still filming?

(ALARM BEEPING)

(BEEPING STOPS)

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

(EKG BEEPING)

(SIGHS)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(CONTINUES BEEPING)

(EKG FLATLINING)

(WIND CHIMES ECHOING)

JOHN: Just an anniversary...

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

MARCUS: It's been a while.

My condolences.

How're you holdin' up?

I keep asking "Why her?"

There's no rhyme or reason to this life.

It's days like today scattered among the rest.

Are you sure?

Don't blame yourself.

What are you really doing here, Marcus?

Just checkin' up on an old friend.

Goodbye, John.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

John Wick?

Yes.

Sign here, please.

And the pen.

Sorry.

Here you go. Good night. Thanks.

(SIGHS)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

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."

(SOBBING)

(EXHALING)

(SNIFFS)

(SOFTLY) Hey.

Hey.

(SNIFFS)

(SIGHS)

Daisy.

Of course.

Hey.

(SIGHS)

Come on.

(SIGHS)

(EXHALES)

(WHIMPERING)

I'm up. I'm up... (ALARM BEEPING)

I'm up. I'm up.

(BEEPING STOPS)

(EXHALES)

(WHIMPERING)

Hey!

Oh.

Right.

(WHIMPERING)

What?

(WHIMPERING)

We'll grab you some kibble later.

(COLLAR DINGING ON BOWL)

(DAISY BARKS)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(WHIMPERING)

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING ON CAR STEREO)

(MUSIC STOPS)

(GRUNTS)

(MEN SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(LAUGHS)

(CONTINUES SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Nice ride.

Mustang.

Boss 429.

(TAPS) She a '70?

'69.

Huh.

Beautiful car.

Thanks.

How much?

Excuse me?

How much for the car?

She's not for sale.

Oh, I love dogs.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(CHUCKLES) (SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(ENGINE STARTS)

You have good day, sir.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CREAKING)

(ENGINE REVVING) (TIRES SCREECHING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(ENGINE REVS)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(YELLING) (BRAKES SCREECHING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(SIGHS)

All right, come on, then.

How you doin'?

(SIGHS)

(BARKING)

You need to go?

(BARKING)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

(GROANS)

(IOSEF CHUCKLES)

(IOSEF SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

(GLASS SHATTERS)

(DOG WHIMPERING) (VICTOR SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(WHIMPERING)

(YELPS)

(GROANS) (VICTOR SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

Uh-huh.

(MUMBLES)

(GRUNTS) (SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(ALARM BEEPING)

(BEEPING STOPS)

(HEART b*ating)

(DAISY WHIMPERING)

(ENGINE REVVING) (TIRES SCREECHING)

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING ON CAR STEREO)

(HORN HONKING)

(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(MUSIC STOPS)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Yo, Aurelio!

(DOOR CLOSES) Ah?

I want a new VIN number and some clean papers.

Where'd you get that car?

Is it here?

It was.

I asked you where the hell did you get it?

AURELIO: Iosef Tarasov nicked it.

Viggo's son.

Yeah.

All right, get out of here. Just get out of my shop. Get out right now.

Did you just lose your sh*t, Aurelio?

Because we own you.

What did you say? What did you say to me?

We own you.

You don't own me, punk.

I work with your father, all right?

The owner of that car, did you k*ll him or what?

No.

I sure as hell f*cked up his dog. (LAUGHS)

You f*cked up his dog? That's what you did?

You f*cked up his dog?

(LAUGHING) Yeah...

That's crazy sh*t, man.

(CHUCKLES)

(GRUNTS)

Aw, look at you. That's great.

You're gonna come into my shop and you're gonna pull a g*n on me.

Ah, that's great, man. Come on!

Now, either you k*ll me right now or you get the f*ck outta my shop!

Viggo is not gonna like this.

How do you know what Viggo likes or doesn't like?

I'll tell you somethin' he's gonna understand.

You've got a f*ck' pair on you, old man!

I guess we'll be takin' our business someplace else.

AURELIO: So what are you gonna do?

(EXHALES)

I need a ride.

(ENGINE REVVING) (TIRES SCREECHING)

(PHONE RINGING)

(CLEARS THROAT)

Aurelio speaking.

VIGGO: I heard you struck my son.

AURELIO: Yes sir, I did.

And may I ask why?

Yeah. Well, because he stole John Wick's car, sir.

And, uh, k*lled his dog.

Oh.

(SIPS)

Viggo?

Yeah?

They've agreed to your terms.

I mean, it's not like you gave them much of a choice anyway, though, right?

(WHISPERING) Congratulations.

Sir?

Have you seen my son?

How was your trip, kid?

We won't be hearing from them anytime soon.

Or ever.

(SWALLOWS)

(EXHALES)

That's a nice jacket.

Thanks. Yeah.

(GRUNTS) (GROANS)

(RETCHES)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(GAGGING)

(COUGHS)

Should I go?

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

Viggo, English, please. Come on...

Stay, ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥!

IOSEF: What did I do? (SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

IOSEF: We did what you asked.

No one saw sh*t.

(GRUNTS)

I'm not talking about Atlantic City.

(SWALLOWS)

What, then?

You mean Aurelio's? So I stole a f*cking car!

Aw, f*ck, Viggo!

Right, I'll go... You stay!

(IOSEF CLEARS THROAT)

(CLEARS THROAT)

(SIGHS)

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

It's who you did it to.

Who? The f*cking nobody!

That f*ck' nobody

is John Wick.

(FOOTSTEPS THUMPING)

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 k*ll the f*cking Boogeyman.

Oh.

VIGGO: John is a man of focus, commitment, sheer will.

Something you know very little about.

I once saw him k*ll three men in a bar.

With a pencil.

(YELLING)

With a f*ck'...

(YELLING) 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 d*ed, you steal his car and k*ll his f*ck' dog.

Father, I can make this right.

Oh...

How do you plan that?

By finishing what I started.

What the... Did he hear a f*cking word I said? (SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Iosef! Iosef! Listen!

Huh? (EXHALES)

John will come for you.

And you will do nothing, because you can do nothing.

So get the f*ck out of my sight!

(PHONE RINGING)

VIGGO: Hello, John.

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

My condolences.

It seems to be fate, or happenstance or just bad f*ck' 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...

(PHONE CLATTERS)

(EXHALES)

AVI: What'd he say?

Enough.

(WHISPERING) Oh, God.

(SIGHS)

Task your crew.

(STAMMERS) How many?

How many do you have?

(VIGGO SINGING SOFTLY IN RUSSIAN)

(g*n) (GLASS SHATTERING)

(YELLS)

(MAGAZINE CLATTERS)

(GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTING)

(BOTH STRAINING)

(GROANS)

(STRAINING)