Léon: The Professional Page #3

LEON(badly lying)

...I was training.

He looks at the street: Mathilda is pirouetting in front of

the restaurant.

TONY:

...You moved too, didn't you?

LEON:

Yeah.

TONY:

Huh!? Because of the slaughter at your

same floor?

LEON:

...Not at all.

TONY:

It's better... You see, it's my turf,

so I don't want contracts I'm not

informed about, on my turf. I'm not

opposing, but the least they can do is

informing me, isn't it?

LEON:

Yes.

Mathilda, outside, sends a "cuckoo" to Leon, who slightly

leans down to reply. Tony didn't see anything.

TONY:

At a certain moment I thought: maybe

Leon would like working on his own? So he

makes some little extras?

LEON:

Dirty work, and I kill no women and no

kids.

TONY:

That's what I later told myself! No,

Tony, forget Leon! It can't be him, he

likes too much his job to make such a

slaughter!

Leon can't avoid looking at Mathilda, who's looking up to

breathe better. This little woman, only survivor of a

massacre.

LEON:

Tell me... The money I earn and you keep

for me...

TONY:

Do you need money?

LEON:

No... Just to know... Because it's a

long time I work... And I never did

anything with my money... I should do

something.

Tony is a little surprised by Leon's naivete.

TONY:

It's true, you're right... Did you meet

a woman?

Leon smiles.

LEON:

No, no.

TONY:

Pay attention to women, Leon. They are

dangerous, you know?

LEON:

Yeah... Well... I don't know.. I don't

know any.

TONY:

Listen, think about what you want to do,

but don't worry, your money is there and

it's safer than in a bank... Banks are

robbed every five minutes!

Tony makes an effort to laugh.

TONY:

Anyway, you can't have a bank account,

so the discussion is finished.

Leon nods.

LEON:

Why can't I have a bank account?

TONY:

I'll explain you, Leon: they'll ask you

to fill in a lot of forms and you can't

write and they'll ask you your job, your

employer's name and you can't tell them:

My job, I'm a hitman and my employer is

Tony, his record is longer than his

resturant's menu. That's why you can't

have a bank account!

Leon thinks. Outside, Mathilda lets a young man approach her.

They start talking. Leon gets nervous.

TONY:

But your money is there, Leon. When you

want, you ask me. Take...

He hands one thousand dollars to Leon.

TONY:

Take...

LEON:

Well, I don't need them...

TONY:

Take them, you never know... If you want

to have some fun. Take, it's a gift.

Tony puts the money in Leon's hand, who takes it.

LEON:

Thanks.

TONY (smiling)

Good. Let's talk business, now?

LEON:

I've got a hit perfect for you. I kept

it for you. To be made alone. That's what

you like. Don't move, I get the file.

Manolo! A glass of milk for Leon!

Tony stands up and disappears. Leon looks out. Mathilda

accepts a cigarette from the young man. They laugh. Leon can't

resist any more. He stands up and exits. He kindly pushes

Mathilda aside. The quite nice young man waits.

LEON(low voice)

Pay attention, Mathilda. You can't let

people approach you like that. People are

kind and very fast, they offer you drugs

or other things.

MATHILDA (smiling)

Leon, don't worry. I'm on the street

since I've born. I was just smoking a

cigarette while waiting for you.

Leon pauses and looks at the young man, who smiles at him.

LEON:

Keep away. He looks suspicious. A bad

guy, OK?

MATHILDA (smiling)

OK.

LEON:

Five minutes. Keep in front of the

window.

MATHILDA:

OK.

INSIDE THE RESTAURANT

Leon sits in front of his milk. Tony comes back and sits

down.

TONY:

I have to put on my glasses... My sight

is worse and worse... I'm getting old...

Here it is.

Tony hands a photo to Leon, who observes it.

TONY:

Not easy. Armored car, isolated home,

bodyguards all time. I don't know what

he trades, but it's a good hit because

I've got three contracts on him... Three

times eight thousand for Leon. Good

deal, isn't it?

Outside, Mathilda has disappeared. Leon gets upset. Tony

takes the photo back.

TONY:

I write client's data on the back. You

have to be quick, he's going to quit the

city at the end of the week. With the

contracts on his head, I don't think

we'll see him again.

Leon is too nervous. He takes the photo and stands up.

LEON:

I come back later for details. I've got

something to do and... I'm late.

He gets out, looks left and right. You've never seen anyone

as nervous as him. Mathilda, crouched down behind the door,

jumps on his back. He's relieved and slightly smiles. She

hangs on him like a little monkey.

LEON:

Come on, get down!

MATHILDA:

You were scared, weren't you?

LEON:

I was nervous, that's all! Where is the

guy?

MATHILDA:

I killed him... and cut him and ate all

of him... I left nothing for you!

Leo suddenly realizes Tony is behind the window. He shyly

smiles, slightly embarrassed. Mathilda makes a big smile to

him and heels Leon.

MATHILDA:

Let's go home!!!

* * * * * * * * * *

Leon arrives to the hotel, Mathilda still on his back. The

receptionist smiles at Leon, who doesn't return. Mathilda gets

the key with a big smile.

MATHILDA:

We'd a nice walk!

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