Asia Kate Dillon: The Adjudicator
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The Adjudicator : Have you decided to step down?
Winston : I think not.
The Adjudicator : And you, will you be putting a bullet in his head?
John Wick : No, I don't think I will.
The Adjudicator : Very well.
[Adjudicator makes a phone call]
Administrator : Administration.
The Adjudicator : I'd like to change a designation.
Administrator : Verification?
The Adjudicator : Adjudication 1011979, The Continental Hotel, New York.
Administrator : New designation?
The Adjudicator : Deconsecrated.
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The Adjudicator : You gentleman, of course, realize that was the first wave. Merely an amuse-bouche. We can keep this up as long as you'd like, but it only ends one way.
Winston : Are you sure a protracted war is the best way forward?
The Adjudicator : There won't be anything "protracted" about it.
Winston : Or you can take the Continental, I have no about that, but keeping it, that's a different matter entirely. My allegiances run way beyond this building.
The Adjudicator : We are High Table.
Winston : And we... are New York City.
The Adjudicator : Are we negotiating?
Winston : I believe we are.
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Bowery King : [Referring to his carrier pigeon flock] Welcome to my Mission Control. Brain stem of my operation. The information super flyway. From whence I control the word on the street, the way of the world.
The Adjudicator : With pigeons.
Bowery King : Yes. You see rats with wings, but I see the Internet. No IP addresses. No digital footprint. Can't track it, can't hack it, can't trace it.
The Adjudicator : Can you get disease from it?
Bowery King : Well, I wouldn't recommend that you eat one.
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Bowery King : Okay. You made your point. You have earned my fealty. Matter of fact, I'm gonna shove so much fealty up your ass it's gonna come spilling out of your mouth.
The Adjudicator : You had your chance.
Bowery King : Well, since you see it that way, I guess it's time I told you to climb down off your High Table and go fuck yourself.
The Adjudicator : Duly noted. You gave John Wick seven bullets, your penance will be paid with seven cuts.
Bowery King : Well, sometimes you gotta cut a motherfucker.
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The Adjudicator : [during the parley] What are we going to do about John Wick?
Winston : Oh, he has to die.
[suddenly pulls out a gun and shoots Wick several times, causing him to fall off the roof]
Winston : Sorry, Jonathan. I don't see any other way.
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The Adjudicator : Gentlemen, this institution is now deconsecrated. Business may now be conducted on Continental grounds. Since you are refusing to step down and you are refusing a direct order, your lives are now forfeit. High Table emissaries will be joining you presently to see the removal of your souls from the property.
The Adjudicator : Good evening, gentlemen.
Winston : This haven is safe no more.
John Wick : Are services still off limits to me?
Winston : Under the circumstances, your privileges are reinstated immediately. What do you need?
John Wick : Guns. Lots of guns.
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The Adjudicator : Santino D'Antonio. A newly instated member of the High Table, slain by Mr. Wick while seeking sanctuary in the Continental.
[inspecting the bullet wound]
The Adjudicator : With a .45 ACP, it appears.
Winston : I had no control over Mr. Wick's actions.
The Adjudicator : And yet he lives because you deemed it so, yes?
Winston : Yes.
The Adjudicator : You have known Mr. Wick for a great many years. It might even be fair to call you friends, yes? Instead of stopping him, instead of killing him, you stood by and let him walk away after he shot Santino D'Antonio in front of you.
Winston : I made him excommunicado.
The Adjudicator : But not before you gave him an hour to escape.
Winston : He broke the rules in my hotel.
The Adjudicator : This is exactly the problem, your hotel. Where is your fealty?
Winston : I've been of service for over 40 years.
The Adjudicator : Under the Table. Serving the Table. Everything is under the Table. I understand that you have your loyalties, but this cannot be overlooked. Let me be clear, I am here to adjudge you. You have one week to get your affairs in order.
Winston : Excuse me?
The Adjudicator : At such time, your successor will be named. There are rules, they are the only things that separate us...
Winston : From the animals.
The Adjudicator : Yes. You have seven days. In the meantime, if you need any assistance with your transition, you may look for me in room 217.
Winston : Enjoy your stay at the Continental.
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Bowery King : What the hell do you want?
The Adjudicator : I wanted to see where it didn't happen.
Bowery King : Where what didn't happen?
The Adjudicator : Where you didn't kill John Wick.
Bowery King : I've always been under the impression that contracts and executing them was optional. I have no problem with John Wick.
The Adjudicator : And yet, you gave John a seven-round Kimber 1911, knowing that he intended to use it to stand against the Table, yes?
[taking a gun out of her handbag]
The Adjudicator : This Kimber 1911, to be exact. You gave John Wick seven bullets, the High Table is giving you seven days.
Bowery King : Seven days for what, exactly?
The Adjudicator : To settle your affairs and find a new home for your birds. In seven days, you abdicate your throne.
Bowery King : [roaring with laughter] Oh, my dear. Tell me, do you know what the Bowery is, Adjudicator? Do you know what happens when I wave my hand? No, there will be no replacement for me on the throne. Because I am the throne, baby. I am the Bowery! I am all that you deign not to look at when you walk down the street at night. The Bowery is mine. Mine alone.
The Adjudicator : Do not make the mistake of thinking you exist outside the rules, no men do. You have seven days.
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Winston : I presume you're here to discuss John Wick. If that's so, we can make this short. I told him to walk away, he declined to do so. And that's the all of it.
The Adjudicator : Mr. Wick broke the rules.
Winston : Oh, yes. And I haven't the slightest idea where he is...
The Adjudicator : You're mistaken. I'm not here for Mr. Wick. I'm here because Mr. Wick broke the rules in this hotel.
Winston : Mm-hmm.
The Adjudicator : The blood was spilt on the grounds of the Continental, was it not?
Winston : Oh, yes. As a matter of fact, the body gets colder within these very walls.
The Adjudicator : I'd like to see it.
