Laurence Fishburne: Bowery King

John Wick: Chapter 3 - Parabellum

Bowery King

Bowery King: They about to learn that if you cut a king, you better cut him to the quick.

[last lines]
Bowery King: How you doing John? You look as bad as I feel.
[King chuckles]
Bowery King: Johnny, Johnny, Johnny. Raise a hand if you can hear me, John.
[John raises his left hand]
Bowery King: Oh, shit. They took a finger. Ain't that a bitch?
[King chuckles again as John flips him off]
Bowery King: Oh, John fucking Wick. So, the old boy keeps his hotel and you take the fall. Can't say I blame him. I would've done the same thing if I was in his shoes. But this High Table shit...
[King gets up]
Bowery King: Seven cuts.
[King chuckles]
Bowery King: Under the table is where shit gets done. And they're about to find out, if you cut a king, you better cut him to the quick.
[King gets down on his knees]
Bowery King: So... Let me ask you, John. How do you feel? 'Cause I am really pissed off. You pissed, John? Hmm? Are you?
John Wick: [gets up] Yeah.

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.

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.

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.