— 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.
The blade is in your aorta. You pull it out, you will bleed, and you will die. Consider this a professional courtesy.
— 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.