Léon: The Professional Page #7

LEON:

Open your mouth.

The man obeys. Leon puts the silencer in his mouth.

LEON (con't)

...If you let go of the gun... I pull

the trigger, OK?

The man, sweaty, nods yes. Leon checks out the apartment and

the man follows him like his shadow. Leon moves without paying

attention to him, forgetting the man is totally concentrated

to do not let the gun out of his mouth. In the living room, on

the desk, syringes and the stuff for them. Leon finished

checking, everything OK. They go into the bathroom.

LEON(to Mathilda)

We go there, good.

(to the man)

Lets go.

The man is so scared he doesn't want to let go.

LEON (con't)

...You can let go, I said!

At last, he lets go.

LEON (con't)

...Get to the end.

The man obeys. Leon hands the gun to Mathilda.

LEON(to Mathilda)

Go... It's your time.

She aims at him, concentrated. She signs to the man to move

left. He obeys. She pulls the trigger. A dull noise. The man

collapses to the floor.

LEON:

Good... Safety, now. The second shot.

Mathilda approaches the man and shoots again. Maybe too low:

a squirt of blood on her dresses.

LEON:

Here it is! Look at your dresses, now!

How can you walk in the street, now?

He recovers his gun.

LEON (con't)

...Not a good work, this. When you shoot

from this angle, you always get blood

everywhere. You have to move aside and

shoot with a little more angle...

There... This way.

He shoots. It makes no difference to the man.

LEON (con't)

...Can you see? Look: not a drop! Come

on, try.

He gives her the gun again. Mathilda moves on a side and

shoots. Perfect.

LEON:

Good.

Mathilda returns the weapon. She looks for a little sign of

gratitude, maybe a compliment, but Leon is hermetic.

LEON:

...Let's go.

* * * * * * * * * *

They are in a luxury restaurant. Leon pours some champagne.

Mathilda is happy. They drink. Mathilda drinks everything in

one gulp, like she's used to with milk.

MATHILDA (slightly inebriated)

I thought we can't drink?

LEON:

It's true... But a first contract, it's

an exception.

MATHILDA:

And... May I kiss you, like in the

movies, may this be an exception?

Leon's champagne goes the wrong way.

LEON(serious)

...No.

Mathilda smiles.

MATHILDA:

...Yes.

She stands up and sweetly turns around the table.

LEON(not at ease)

Mathilda, what are you doing?

MATHILDA:

...I'm going to kiss you.

LEON:

Mathilda, stop, please!

She heels on the bench, close to him.

MATHILDA:

Come on, let me do. Just a kiss.

She tries to kiss him. He avoids her.

LEON:

Stop. Everyone is looking.

MATHILDA:

Of course, so kiss me quickly, or

they'll notice us.

Leon gives up, at last. She sweetly kisses him.

MATHILDA:

Tongue, please.

Leon pushes her away, irritated.

LEON:

No, that's enough! Sit down, now.

Mathilda smiles and gets back to her seat. Good timing, the

waiter arrives with their dishes. Mathilda exploits his

presence to fill up again her glasses with champagne. The

waiter gets away. Leon grabs the champagne bottle and voids it

in the ice cup.

MATHILDA:

...You don't believe me, don't you?

LEON:

What?

MATHILDA:

When I say I love you.

LEON:

Mathilda, don't resume, please.

....Change subject, OK?

MATHILDA:

...OK.

(pause)

I love you anyway.

LEON:

Mathilda?!

MATHILDA:

OK, OK! Excuse me! How old were you when

you had your first contract?

LEON:

...17.

Mathilda smiles and lifts the glass.

MATHILDA:

Beat you!

* * * * * * * * * *

ANOTHER DAY - ANOTHER APARTMENT - RAIN OUTSIDE

The building is a little more modern. They arrive in front of

a door. Peephole. Chewing-gum. Shears. Ring. Routine. But

today nobody replies. Leon nods. Mathilda rings again. Again

nothing.

LEON(thinking at high voice)

I left him half-an-hour, after he got

in... He couldn't get out from the back.

Mathilda waits. Leon puts down his shears and pulls out a

crowbar.

LEON:

Stairways cover.

Mathilda pulls a gun out of her jeans and gets in position

near stairways. Leon pulls out a metal plate and slides it

beneath the door, breaks the lock by the crowbar. The door is

virtually intact. Leon gets in, weapon at hand. Leon moves in

along the corridor. Mathilda is at the entry, now.

LEON(low voice)

Interior cover.

Mathilda gets in and closes the door behind her, by the way

she pulls in the shears Leon left outside. Leon is still

moving, the living room is empty. Open windows, still rain.

Leon sighs.

LEON:

...Sh*t!! We'd found him. We waited for

him to get upstairs and he got out of the

window.

MATHILDA:

What shall we do?

LEON:

I think.

Mathilda turns back and walks toward the corridor.

LEON:

Where are you going?

MATHILDA:

Piddle.

She smiles and looks for the bathroom. She finds it and is

going to go in when she sees the head of a man in the bath,

walkman on. She withholds a shout and gets against the wall,

without moving. She doesn't dare passing before the open door

again to join Leon. In the living room, Leon still thinks.

LEON:

...Why didn't he close the window?

He looks around and sees man's overcoat, still wet. His wet

shoes are on the radiator.

LEON:

...Because he didn't get out!

Leon stands up, pulls out his gun and runs toward the

corridor. Mathilda, against the wall, looks up, to make him

understand "it's not too soon"!

Leon advances. Mathilda mimics to make him understand the

bath, the walkman. Leon pulls out his personal periscope and

looks into the bathroom. The man is still there, music at full

blast. Leon puts away his periscope.

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