Léon: The Professional Page #10

MATHILDA:

No... I can't... I got tired. I want to

live my way.

JENNY (surprised)

...Did you leave alone?

MATHILDA (smiling)

...No.

JENNY:

(shouting)

YEAH! I was sure! Come on, tell me! I

know him?

MATHILDA:

No.

JENNY:

Come on, sh*t, tell me! Is he beautiful?

MATHILDA (moved)

...Yes, I think.

JENNY:

I can't believe it! "Yes I think"...

How she kids me! I can't believe it! And

did he pass your threshold or not?

MATHILDA:

...What?

JENNY:

Well... Did you sleep with him or not?

MATHILDA:

No... Not yet. He's very shy... and

very sensitive.

JENNY:

...Good... But what's special in him?

MATHILDA:

...I don't know... It's true he touches

me. I love him.

Tears slide down along Mathilda's cheeks.

MATHILDA:

I'll miss you, Jenny.

She softly puts down the receiver. Sun recovers. City is

yellow.

* * * * * * * * * *

TONY'S RESTAURANT

The old Tony at his usual table. Three little boys in front

of him. Their hands on their eyes.

TONY:

Don't peep, OK? Attention...

Emilio arrives and puts down a chocolate cake with five

candles on it.

TONY:

You can look!

The boys shout with joy. Stansfield now gets in the

restaurant with six men. Tony immediately stiffens.

Stansfield blows on the candles and leans toward the children

with a stupid smile.

STANSFIELD:

Happy birthday!

Without smiling, he signs one of his men to regroup the kids

with Emilio. The children obey. As if they feel it's not the

moment to bother. Tony doesn't oppose.

TONY:

You'd better talk good, son, because,

for the moment, I've got a quite bad

opinion about you. Norman smiles.

STANSFIELD:

I respect your business, Mister Tony.

Every time we asked your help, we were

very happy with the result. It's right

this that makes me nervous, now. I hope

you'll excuse my temporary bad mood?

TONY:

Then...

STANSFIELD (to one of his men)

Take me the pork!

One takes in the young Rinaldi who had visited Tony. His face

is made swell, unrecognizable.

STANSFIELD:

Do you recognize him?

TONY:

...Even his mother wouldn't.

Stansfield looks at Rinaldi.

STANSFIELD:

You're right.

He pulls out his gun and kills him. Like one kills an insect.

Tony strongly stiffens. Emilio looks after the children.

STANSFIELD:

I've got an offer for you: you keep your

12000$, you call back your shitful

cleaner and you tell him the contract is

cancelled. You see, the man to be killed

is my boss, and I'd be really sorry with

losing him because he's a good boss. He

lets me work like I wish... It's fine.

And 12000$ to do nothing aren't bad,

aren't they?

Tony is really disturbed.

TONY:

Listen, son, you know as well as me this

kind of hitmen:
they come from nowhere,

get the contract and disappear. They're

lonely, worse than wolves.

STANSFIELD:

May we have this wolf's name and

address?

TONY:

These guys have no place. They change

virtually everyday. And his name... It's

a surname.

Stansfield pauses. He stares at Tony.

STANSFIELD (to his right hand)

Take me the children...

Tony closes his eyes. Stansfield puts his gun on the table.

Children make a row in front of the table.

STANSFIELD:

...Come on, I make you a favor. Tell me

which is the one you love least. I'll

kill him first.

Tony slightly sighs.

TONY:

You know, boy, I know their parents very

well; I think they won't appreciate your

sense of humor.

STANSFIELD (falsely naive)

Huh, really?

TONY (serious)

If you touch them, you'll have all the

hitmen of the city on your ass!

STANSFIELD (pause)

...You're right. It's a little risky.

Stansfield takes his gun and kills Emilio.

STANSFIELD:

It's good he had no family. Come on,

speak, now!

Tony is petrified. Children shout and get under the table.

STANSFIELD:

Else, I'll have to ruin this birthday.

TONY (surrendering)

...Leon... Leone MONTANA. I know he's in

a small hotel in Noho... But I don't know

where... Houston Street, I think... I

can't tell you more... Even if you kill

all the neighborhood.

Stansfield puts away his gun and stands up.

STANSFIELD:

Thanks Tony. Justice will be grateful

for your precious collaboration.

He points at Emilio's corpse.

STANSFIELD:

...Would you like me to call the police,

for this little incident?

Tony looks down, then shakes his head no. Stansfield smiles.

STANSFIELD:

Good!

The group gets out. Children run into Tony's arms.

* * * * * * * * * *

NEW BUILDING:

Mathilda sits at stairways' end, in front of a long corridor

and a small court.

Five kids, about 13-year-old, play baseball in the corridor.

THE BOSS:

You're the new one at 5th?

Mathilda nods yes.

THE BOSS:

Shall we explain her everything, ok?

This will avoid misunderstandings.

Mathilda waits, curious.

THE BOSS:

(to Mathilda)

You can't sit here like that.

MATHILDA:

Huh? Why?

THE BOSS:

Because you have to pay. It's like a

parking meter:
if you stay, you pay. It's

the rule...

MATHILDA:

...And how much is it?

THE BOSS:

Ten dollars... A month.

Mathilda looks at them and pulls out a roll of 100$ notes.

MATHILDA:

Got the change for 100?

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