7 Scenes that made John Wick's LORE Legendary

Good afternoon, Mr. Wick. It's been a long time. I'd like a tasting. I am quite excited to show you something. First... Buongiorno, Signor Wick. Ciao, Angelo. Welcome back to Rome. Magari hai bisogno di un abito nuovo. I am. I know of your past fondness for the German varietals, but I can wholeheartedly endorse the new breed of Austrians. Glock 34 and 26. This is the original map of the D'Antonio estate. Here you have all the ancient ruins. Buongiorno. Tell me, Mr. Wick, is this a formal event or a social affair? Social. And is this for day or evening? I need one for day and one for night. Recontoured grips. Flared magwell for easier reloads. And I know you'll appreciate the custom porting. What's next? I need something robust. Precise. Robust. Precise. This is the map of the temple. Hercules underneath. And what style? Italian. How many buttons? Two. Trousers? Tapered. How about the lining? Tactical. AR-15. 11.5 inch. Compensated with an iron-bonded bulb carrier. Trijicon Accupoint with 1.6 magnification. And this is the modern blueprint. There are one, two, three gates. Silicon carbide discs. Ceramic matrices. Accompanied laminates. Cutting-edge body armour. We just sew it between the fabric and the lining. Zero penetration. However, quite painful on my brain. Could you recommend anything for the end of the night? Something big. Bold. May I suggest the Benelli M4? Custom bolt carrier release and charging handle. Textured grips should your hands get wet. An Italian classic. Dessert. The finest cutlery. All freshly stoned. Do a rush order. I sure can. Where would you like to have it sent? The hotel. Shall I have everything sent to your room? Yes. Thank you. Excellent. It's not what you did, son, that angers me so. It's who you did it to. Who? The ******* nobody? That ******* nobody is John Wick. He once was an associate to ours. We called him Baba Yaga. The boogeyman? Well, John wasn't exactly the boogeyman. He was the one you sent to kill the ******* boogeyman. John is a man of focus. You know very little. I once saw him kill three men in a bar. Suddenly, one day, he asked to leave. This over a woman, of course. I made a deal with him. I gave him a possible task. Bodies he buried that laid a foundation of war. And then, my son, a few days after his wife died, you steal his car and kill his ******* dog. Father, I can make this right. Oh? How do you plan that? By finishing what I started. What the ****? I didn't hear a ******* word I said. John will come for me. He will do nothing. Hello, John. I heard about your wife. I'm sorry. My condolences. Seems to be fate. Perhaps that's just bad ******* luck caused our paths to cross once again. John, let us not resort to our baser instincts and handle this like a civilized man. Move on. What do you say? Enough. Task approved. How many? How many do you have? Son of a bitch. You killed a man on company grounds, Jonathan. You leave me no choice but to declare you excommunicado. The doors to any service or provider in connection with the Continental are now closed to you. I am so sorry. Your life is now forfeit. Then why am I not dead? Because I deemed it not to be. Can't delay it any longer. You might need this. Down the road. Winston. Tell them. Tell them all. Whoever comes, whoever it is, I'll kill them. Kill them all. Of course you will, Jonathan. Winston. Accounts payable. One-one. Excommunicado. He's a man of focus. Will. A pencil. I know, I've heard the story, sir. With a ******* pencil? Who the **** can do that? I can assure you that the stories you hear about this man, if nothing else, has been watered down. Baba Yaga. Give me your son. Baba Yaga was just a ******* car, just a ******* dog. Just a dog? Be calm. When Ellen died, I lost everything until that dog arrived on my doorstep. A final gift for my wife. In that moment, I received some semblance of hope. An opportunity to grieve on alone. And your son took that from me. How come? Stole that from me. Killed that from me! People keep asking if I'm back, and I haven't really had an answer. But now, yeah, I'm thinking I'm back. So you can either hand over your son, or you can die screaming alongside him! I love it. This dog. I will keep it. Excuse me? This will be my gift. This will be how you show me your fail. No. Surely it's the least you can do. No, you cannot keep my dog. Very well. Then I will kill it. I'm sorry, Sophie. This was for you to learn. Evening, John. Evening, Jimmy. Noise complaint? Noise complaint. You, uh, working again? No, just sorting some stuff out. I'll leave you be then. Good night, John. Good night, Jimmy. I have you for two nights? Depending on business, it may be more. Of course, sir. So when did the old place get a facelift? Around four years ago. But I assure you, sir, she really hasn't changed much. Same owner? Same owner. Room 880. And as always, it is a pleasure having you with us again, Mr. Wick. Need more firepower. Armor improvements. Twelve-gauge steel slugs. Armor-piercing. What about him? What are we going to do about John Wick? Oh, he has to die. Sorry, gentlemen. Don't see any other way. Very well, gentlemen. The Continental will now be reconsecrated. Good day to you both. Well played, sir. Ask you, John, because I am pissed off. You pissed, John? Are you? Yeah.