Friday, 7 April 2023

John Wick 4 Hearts? Yeaaaah...

 


A few weeks ago, I did something I haven’t done for more than three years. And before anyone makes a ‘smart Alec’ comment it wasn’t buying a round of drinks…

I accompanied the present Mrs Smith to the cinema. She has something of a crush on Keanu Reeves so we went to see the latest instalment in the John Wick series – John Wick 4. And so it was, we headed to the Odeon Cinema in Edinburgh’s Fort Kinnaird. For the princely sum of £12.50 you are offered debatable entertainment whereas at Tynecastle….

The film was exciting enough if you prefer your entertainment to be fantasy stuff with realism light years away. I prefer films which are realistic and with a storyline you can relate to. It’s fair to say that, with the greatest respect, Mr Reeves wasn’t exactly overworked with learning his dialogue for the film. He was more focussed on shooting, stabbing, strangling, and blowing up villains.

It got me thinking though. As this is reputed to be the last in the John Wick series (and the ending to John Wick 4 leads you to believe this is the case) it might be something of a signing coup if Hearts were to offer Mr Wick the opportunity to play in the SPFL Premiership. I envisage contract negotiations between John Wick and manager Robbie Neilson to be along the following lines…

RM: Welcome to Tynecastle, John. Would you like to sign for the famous Heart of Midlothian?

JW: (after a considerable pause) Yeaaaah.

RM: That’s great, John. We’re looking for a hitman, someone with great shooting ability who can fire accurately from either close or long range.

JW nods silently.

RM: Correct me if I’m wrong but, as I live and breathe, although you’re the man, the myth, the legend, you’re not very good at retiring. So how about coming to Edinburgh, John?

JW: (after a considerable pause) Yeaaaah. Although I’m a little rusty, I guess.

RM: Now, John, I realise there’s a $14m bounty on your head and every interested party in the city wants a piece of it. But I reckon we can negotiate.

JW: Not if you can’t spend it.

RM: Don’t worry, John. I think our benefactor has a few dollars lying under his bed. I’m sure we can come to a civilised arrangement.

JW: Do I look civilised to you?

RM: (after a considerable pause) Yeaaaah.

JW: You’re stealing my line.

RM: Sorry, John. Right, I’ll get a contract drawn up.

JW: There’s already a contract out on me.

RM: Erm, aye, but this is a different kind of contract. We want you to play for us next season and use your shooting ability to take us closer to Celtic and Rangers.

JW: I get it.

RM: Great!

JW: Do you want a war or do you just wanna give me a gun?

RM: Erm, no war and no gun. Just a 12-month contract, a Hearts strip, and a pair of football boots.

Non-Executive director James Anderson enters the room.

JW: Evening, Jimmy. Noise complaint?

JA: No, not a complaint. I’m getting a round of drinks in and wondered if you wanted something. Consider this a professional courtesy.

JW: You’re stealing my line.

JA: Sorry, Mr Wick. Bourbon?

JW: (after a considerable pause) Bourbon.

RM: Great! I’ll get the media team to issue a press release. John Wick signs a contract for Heart of Midlothian!

JW: Tell them all. Whoever comes, whoever it is, I’ll kill them. I’ll kill them all.

RM: No need for that, John. You might get hit by a suspension from the SPFL and we won’t want our hitman sitting in the stands, will we?

JW: (after a considerable pause) I guess not.

RM: Great! We’ll get you fixed up with temporary accommodation during your stay with us. You’ll be staying at The Continental.

JW: (after a considerable pause) Yeaaaah.

Coach Lee McCulloch bursts into the room.

LM: Boss, I’ve got some bad news. It’s about Lawrence Shankland.

RM: (sighs) What is it? Has he been injured in training?

LM: Naw, boss. He’s just made off in John Wick’s car…

 

 

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