Well, John wasn't exactly The Boogeyman. He was the one you sent to kill the fucking Boogeyman.
When Helen died, I lost everything. Until that dog arrived on my doorstep. A final gift from my wife.
John will come for you. And you will do nothing, because you can do nothing. So get the fuck out of my sight!
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.
— It's not what you did, son, that angers me so. It's who you did it to.
— Who? The fucking nobody!
— That fuckin' nobody... is John Wick. He once was an associate of ours. They call him Baba Yaga.
People keep asking if I'm back. And I haven't really had an answer. But now, yeah, I'm thinkin' I'm back!
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.
— Good to see you, John.
— Charlie.
— You look good. And here I'd feared you'd left all this behind.