Disney+ original film John Wick was released October 24, 2014.
The #JohnWick trilogy made $588.78M worldwide.
rottentomatoes: 86%
metacritic: 68
imdb: 7.4
John Wick
John Wick is a grieving assassin in New York City, New York.
“Looking at you. Just an anniversary… I keep asking ‘why her?’ Are you sure? What are you really doing here, Marcus? Yes. Sorry. Thanks. Hey. Hey. Daisy. Of course. Hey. Come on. I’m up. I’m up… I’m up. I’m up. Hey! Oh. Right. What? We’ll grab you some kibble later.” — John Wick
“’69. Thanks. Excuse me? She’s not for sale. Not this bitch. All right, come on, then. How you doin’? You need to go? Is it here? Viggo’s son. I need a ride. Evenin’, Jimmy. Noise complaint? No, just sortin’ some stuff out. Good night, Jimmy. This is Wick. Yes, John Wick, that’s right. I’d like to make a dinner reservation for 12. Charlie. Goodbye, Charlie. Perkins. Depending on business, it may be more. So when did the old place get a facelift? Same owner?” — John Wick
“Hello, Winston. Rusty, I guess. Iosef Tarasov. I’d like to talk with him. Just visiting. It’s personal. Hey, Addy. Five and change. It was good, Addy. Far better than I deserved. Thanks. Like what? I’m retired. Please. Thanks.” — John Wick
“Hello, Francis. You’ve lost weight. Yeah? Impressive. Afraid so, Francis. Why don’t you take the night off. Where is Iosef? Where is Iosef? You stole my car. And you killed my dog.” — John Wick
Viggo Tarasov
“I heard you struck my son. And may I ask why? Oh. Yeah? Have you seen my son? That’s a nice jacket. Yeah. Clean that up. Stay, God damn it! You fucked up. I’m not talking about Atlantic City. You stay! It’s not what you did, son, that angers me so. It’s who you did it to. That fuckin’ nobody is John Wick. He once was an associate of ours. They call him Baba Yaga. Well, John wasn’t exactly The Boogeyman. He was the one you sent to kill the fucking Boogeyman. John is a man of focus, commitment, sheer will. Something you know very little about. I once say him kill three men in a bar. With a pencil. With a fuckin’… …pencil. Then suddenly one day we 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 died, you steal his car and kill his fuckin’ dog. Oh… how do you plan that? What the… did he hear a fucking word I said? Iosef! Iosef! Listen! John will come for you. And you will do nothing, because you can do nothing. So get the fuck out of my sight!”
“Hello, John. I heard about your wife, and I’m sorry. My condolences. It seems to be fate, or happenstance or just bad fuckin’ 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… enough. Task your crew. How many do you have? From the swamp he will come and take the children that don’t behave. The Boogeyman.”
“Of course he did. Put a contract on John Wick. Two million. Lure the wolf with the hen. Put Iosef in the Red Circle and wait. For John Wick, of course. Thank you. I have a job for you. Hmm. I want to offer you this face to face seeing as how you might find it personal. Would you kill John Wick for two million dollars? After all, you were close. No, it’s open. It’s a timely matter, it has to be handled quickly. Thank you, Marcus. I know I can trust you. Thanks for the drink.”
“Welcome home, John. How brazen. If they’re willing to break the rules of Continental, double the bounty.”
Iosef Tarasov
“Nice ride. Mustang. Boss 429. She a ’70? Huh. Beautiful car. How much? How much for the car? Oh, I love dogs. Everything’s got a price, bitch. Where are those fucking car keys? Shut that fucking dog up! Sleep tight, bitch. I think I’m gonna keep this motherfucker! Yo, Aurelio! Ah? I want a new VIN number and some clean papers. Who gives a shit? Did you just lose your shit, Aurelio? Because we own you. We own you. No. I sure as hell fucked up his dog. Yeah… you’ve got a fuckin’ pair on you, old man! I guess we’ll be takin’ our business someplace else.”
“We won’t be hearing from them anytime soon. Or ever. Thanks. What did I do? We did what you asked. No one saw shit. What, then? You mean Aurelio’s? So I stole a fucking car! Who? The fucking nobody! The boogeyman? Oh. Father, I can make this right. By finishing what I started. Dad, I can do this! Please! Huh?”
“Come in brother and have a drink with us. Are you scared of the fuckin’ boogeyman? I’m not. I want another bottle! Right fuckin’ now! Go get me a bottle! Come on! John Wick’s there. Go get him!”
Aurelio
“Where’d you get that car? It was. I asked you where the hell did you get it? Iosef Tarasov nicked it. Yeah. All right, get out of here. Just get out of my shop. Get out right now. What did you say? What did you say to me? You don’t own me, punk. I work with your father, all right? The owner of that car, did you kill him or what? You fucked up his dog? That’s what you did? You fucked up his dog? That’s crazy shit, man. Aw, look at you. That’s great. You’re gonna come into my shop and you’re gonna pull a gun on me. Ah, that’s great, man. Come on! Now, either you kill me right now or you get the fuck outta my shop! How do you know what Viggo likes or doesn’t like? I’ll tell you somethin’, he’s gonna understand. So what are you gonna do?”
“Aurelio speaking. Yes sir, I did. Yeah. Well, because he stole John Wick’s car, sir. And, uh, killed his dog.”
Victor
“Who does this guy think he is? You have a good day, sir. Find the keys. Uh-huh. Viggo is not gonna like this.”
“Fuck you, motherfucker. Bath house, downstairs. Fuck you.”
Gregori
“Here. I found them.”
Marcus
“It’s been a while. My condolences. How’re you holdin’ up? There’s no rhyme or reason to his life. It’s days like today scattered among the rest. Don’t blame yourself. Just checkin’ up on an old friend. Goodbye, John.”
“To what do I owe this visit? And I’ve got a phone. Is the contract exclusive? Consider it done.”
Avi
“Viggo? They’ve agreed to your terms. I mean, it’s not like you gave them much of a choice anyway, though, right? Congratulations. Sir? How was your trip, kid? Should I go? Viggo, English, please. Come on. Aw, fuck, Viggo! Right, I’ll go… what’d he say? Oh, God. How many? How much? English, Viggo, please. For what?”
“Hey. Wick’s at The Continental. We have a contact there who’s willing to take him out for us. Yeah?”
Charon
“Room 918. Do enjoy your stay. I have you for two nights. Of course, sir. Around four years ago. But I assure you, sir, she really hasn’t changed much. Same owner. Room 818. And, as always, it is a pleasure having you with us again, Mr. Wick.”
The Continental
“Thanks. Good seeing you again, John.”
“Holy shit! Jonathan! My God! How long has it been? Four years? So tell me, how was life on the other side? Hey, I’m sorry to hear about your… I’ve never seen you like this. Vulnerable. Not if you’re drinkin’ here, you’re not. Usual? Compliments of the house.”
Winston
“Jonathan. Now, as I recall, weren’t you the one tasked to dole out the beatings, not receive them? To what do we owe the pleasure? What about him? A talk, you say. I’m familiar with the parlance, Jonathan. I want to ask you this. Have you returned to the fold? Have you though this through? I mean, chewed down to the bone? 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. You know the rules. No business can be conducted on these premises lest incurring heavy penalties. Have a drink and relax. For now.”
Helen
“What are you doing, John? Come here. Are you still filming? ‘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.'”
New York
“John Wick? Sign here, please. And the pen. Here you go. Good night.”
“Evenin’, John. Noise complaint. You, uh, workin’ again? Ah, well… I’ll leave you be, then. Good night, John.”
“Good to see you, John. You look good. And here I’d feared you’d left all this behind. Will I be hearin’ from you anytime soon? John.”
“Level 2, give me your status. Yeah. The VIP room is clear. Balcony. Tell me what you see? No sign of him here. Basement. How’s it going down there? Basement. Clear. Did you see the tits on that girl? Better hope Lita is working tonight. My job is to keep a boy safe. Not babysit a drunkard. No. But you should be.”
“Mr. Wick. Over sixty pounds. Are you here on business, sir? Thank you, sir. Any sign of John Wick? No, nothing. Level 2, give me your status. Basement. All clear? Yes. He’s here! Go! Follow me!”
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 to several areas in the boroughs. Good news is, today should be sunny with highs in the low 60s. 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.”
Fortis Fortuna Adiuvat
— Fortune favors the bold
