Léon: The Professional Page #5

STANSFIELD:

So, the guy was there, he'd hidden a

shotgun behind the tent, here. His woman

was armed too.

MAN:

Where were the kids during first shots?

STANSFIELD:

I don't know... that was very fast. I

didn't see him pulling out his weapon.

The man writes some notes. The second man observes the

cracked entry door.

SECOND MAN:

Did you follow the procedure? Who got

to the door?

STANSFIELD (getting nervous)

What are you looking for, guys? This guy

was sh*t, we found five kilos heroin in

the apartment, and you bother me?

MAN:

The fact you're a public officer doesn't

give you the right to do whatever you

want! The narcotic had been following

this guy for two years. They had a lot of

information about him. Your quick lonely

action upset them. It's normal they

asked for an inquiry.

STANSFIELD:

I give a sh*t about the narcotic

department! And if you'll go on

searching in this sh*t, you'll fall in

it. You can find me at my office... 2702.

MAN:

It's routine, why are you doing this to

us?

Stansfield didn't listen. He got out. Mathilda slides behind

him. She follows him downstairs.

* * * * * * * * * *

IN THE STREET:

Stansfield gets on a car and departs. Mathilda stops a cab

and gets on board.

MATHILDA:

May you follow that blue car, please?

The driver smiles.

DRIVER:

Do you also want music and skids at

every turn?

She hands him 100$.

MATHILDA:

No, I want you to drive smoothly, get

your 100$ and tell me what the last

question was.

The driver takes the bill and starts moving. He understood

everything.

Stansfield's car stops in front of a building. Mathilda gets

out of the cab and follows Stansfield. She gets stopped at

the first check-point in the large hall.

COP (amused)

Where are you going, little girl?

MATHILDA:

What's that man's name?

COP:

Why do you want to know?

MATHILDA:

He forgot his money... My mother's got

a pub, behind the corner, and he forgot

his money, about 100$.

COP:

Huh? I see, but this is the FBI, little

girl, and I can't let you in. But if you

leave me his money, I'll give him it

myself.

Mathilda thinks.

COP (smiling)

You don't trust me.

Mathilda shakes her head no. The cop laughs.

MATHILDA:

Give me his name, I will mail him.

COP:

OK. Mister Stansfield, Norman

STANSFIELD.

MATHILDA:

...Office 2702.

COP:

Yeah... How do you know it?

MATHILDA:

...I heard he said... That's all...

Thanks.

Mathilda gets away. The cop looks at her, smiling.

* * * * * * * * * *

Mathilda gets back in the hotel room. She sits on the couch,

in front of the switched off television. One has never seen,

nor heard her that concentrated, and determined. Her face

looks thirty-year-old. Noise from the lock; she switches

television on:
anime. Leon gets in, gets off his stuff. He's

got a parcel. He puts it on the table. Leon is stunned by her

lack of interest for the parcel.

LEON:

...It's for you... It's a gift.

No reactions. No replies.

LEON:

Would you like me to open it?

(He's too excited.)

...I open it!

(He pulls out a

small dress, flowers

motif. He's very

happy.)

...Do you like it?

MATHILDA (harsh)

...You'd better directly buy the doll to

fit in it, that would be clearer! Leon

doesn't understand. He takes the dress

and checks it out for defects.

She sighs and gets in the kitchen. Leon gives up. He sweetly

lays the dress down on the table and switches television off.

Mathilda comes back with a lot of pop corn. She switches

television on again, sits on the couch and turns volume up.

Leon is perplexed, he doesn't speak. He gets in the bathroom

for a shower. Mathilda turns volume down. She stands up,

glances at the dress, touches it by fingertips. Her face is

tense. Water flows in the bathroom, but Leon is at door's

small opening and observes Mathilda. She eventually leaves the

dress, switches television off and gets to the window to look

at the sunset. Leon feels bad. He silently closes the door.

* * * * * * * * * *

Mathilda sits in front of him, like in an arena.

MATHILDA (cold)

I'm sick of this, Leon.

LEON:

...You can leave whenever you want. I

don't refrain you.

MATHILDA:

...This is what I don't like, you see:

you don't refrain me, but at the same

time I can't get out!

Leon is still cleaning his weapons.

LEON:

Do you think you learnt patience today?!

MATHILDA (getting nervous)

Well, I'm a poor pupil about patience?!

OK?

Leon slightly smiles.

LEON:

...You stayed home, not bad. A good

start.

She smiles at him and he returns.

MATHILDA:

I've been out all the time, stupid!

Leon's smile disappears.

MATHILDA:

I got home to get my stuff.

She pulls out some dollars and puts them on the desk.

MATHILDA:

Here. Not 8000. They're 6800. I hope you

will credit me for the missing 1200.

Furthermore, I'm going to make your work

easier:
the guy is Norman Stansfield.

Office 2702 at FBI, 5th Avenue, 68th

Street.

Leon is pale. Open mouth.

LEON:

And... How do you know all this?

MATHILDA (as if it's evident)

The above Norman was in my home when I

was there, and I followed him, that's

all.

Leon tries to keep calm.

LEON:

Are you calmly telling me you spent the

day at FBI?

She shrugs her shoulders.

MATHILDA:

No! I can't come in! I remained

outside! And why do you mind this?

You've got client's name, money's on the

table:
it's a good contract, isn't it?

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