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What happens if I press these numbers, here?

Excuse me?

These numbers, one through nine. If I press seven of them will someone talk to me through the ear part up here?

Uh... yeah.

Okay. I'll take three.

To what do I owe this visit?

I have a job for you.

And I've got a phone.

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.

Is the contract exclusive?

No, it's open. It's a timely matter. It has to be handled quickly.

Consider it done.

Thank you, Marcus. I know I can trust you.

Yes?

I apologize for calling you at this hour, but we have received a number of grievances from your floor concerning the noise.

My apologies. I was dealing with an uninvited guest.

Have you need then of, say, a dinner reservation, perhaps?

Perhaps. I'll have to get back to you.

Do you have any idea what speed you were going at?

Well, of course not! I was on the phone.

You all right? What was that phone call you got?

Let's not, Harry. I don't think you'd sympathize and I'm not really in the mood for a lecture.

I'll call you back.

Feel free not to.

So, when's our next, 'retreat', you know?

What? Next mission?

Yeah, the mission, the mission.

We'll call you.

Well did you have my number?

No, I mean we'll call you. Like, someone will call you.

Boss, your wife's on the line, she said she lost her checkbook.

Thanks for the good news!

If I get on this plane and you don't honor our agreement, when we land, I go to jail for the rest of my life.

Complete the job en route. I make one phone call from the plane. You'll have no trouble getting through Immigration.

Hey! We weren't expecting you, Kay. You should call.

Yes, I have. I've tried writing and calling. I want to reach Michael.

Nobody knows where he is. All we know is that he's all right.

I got some follow up questions on the Sparks' girl's death.

Sure. The girl was in the club before she got run-over.

You said you didn't know her, but, um, but the last text off her phone was to you.

Really? Because, uh... Well, I'll be damned. Huh. Well, I didn't reply. I get a hundred texts like this a night. People wanting to get into the club.

So that's what she meant by, 'Can you hook me up?'

What else would it be about?

Who was on the phone?

Wrong number.

Hello?

Hi. Would you mind slowing down?

Where'd you get this number? I don't even have it.

I am not having an affair with Gretchen.

I know. I know you're not. Because I asked her. It really took me forever to get in touch with her. She was ducking my calls for weeks. So I finally left a message: 'What exactly is going on between you and my husband?' I thought that'd get her attention, and it did. So she called me back, and she finally told me. The money for your treatment... Gretchen and Elliott didn't give you a dime. They paid for nothing. You refused every offer they made you.

What are you calling this number for?

I am trying to tell you, man. Last night, somebody broke in my place, yo. I got robbed.

What?

Yeah. Somebody, they got all of our stuff. Okay? All of it. You get me, Mr. White? The blue stuff. It's, like, uncanny. They knew exactly where to look. I mean, say something, man, all right? Yell at me or something! Come on! Mr. White.