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.
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.