When Helen died, I lost everything. Until that dog arrived on my doorstep. A final gift from my wife.
— What does he want you to do?
— I didn't ask. I just said no.
— I had a marker.
— Whose?
— Her brother.
— I see. You had no choice.
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— Yeah.
— So you're free.
— Am I?
— No. Not at all. You killed my ward. Someone I was close to. An eye for an eye, John.
— Winston... tell them. Tell them all. Whoever comes, whoever it is... I'll kill them. I'll kill them all.
— 'Course you will.
People keep asking if I'm back. And I haven't really had an answer. But now, yeah, I'm thinkin' I'm back!
— Good to see you, John.
— Charlie.
— You look good. And here I'd feared you'd left all this behind.
The blade is in your aorta. You pull it out, you will bleed, and you will die. Consider this a professional courtesy.
— Saying goodbye?
— Saying hello.
— You think your wife can hear you?
— No.
— Then why bother?
— Maybe I'm wrong.
— So I guess you have a choice. You want a war? Or do you wanna just give me a gun?
— Somebody, please! Get this man a gun!
— There's a storm coming. Not just for me. For all of us. For everyone under the Table.
— Yes, killing someone who has a seat at the High Table does create a problem. But it's your problem, baby. After all, none of my people sent Gianna D'Antonio... to the hereafter.
— That being said, Santino has her seat now. And he wants the city. When he's done uptown, you think he's gonna stop at 14th Street?
— We'll just have to take care of ourselves.
— Oh, yeah? For how long? And how much blood? You kill Santino, the Camorra, and the High Table come for you. I kill Santino, they come for me.
— He's offered $7 million for your life. Seven million dollars is a lot of money, Mr. Wick.
— So I guess you have a choice. You want a war? Or do you wanna just give me a gun?
— Somebody, please! Get this man a gun!
— Kimber 1911, .45 ACP. Seven-round capacity.
— Seven rounds?
— Seven million dollars gets you seven rounds. That's a million dollars a round, baby.
— Let's go.