这个杀手不太冷Léon: The Professional Movie Script

LEON:

Go on learning like this... Then we'll see.

He gets in the living room and she follows him.

MATHILDA:

May I go to the cinema?

LEON:

No.

MATHILDA:

For musicals? That's part of the job!

LEON:

No, you can't go out.

MATHILDA (resigned) OK... you come back tonight, don't you?

He takes his violin and his case.

LEON:

During my absence, you have to work on a very important thing you badly lack: patience.

He slightly smiles. She's sulky.

LEON:

You see, five minutes ago you said you loved me and now you hate me... but I prefer this!

MATHILDA:

I hate you because you depart without kissing me. That's all.

She sweetly closes the door in face of him. For a moment, he's blocked behind the door. The receptionist is walking along the hall and notices Leon prostrated in front of the door.

RECEPTIONIST:

Did you lose your key, Mister?

Leon recovers from his shock.

LEON:

No... I just thought if I'd lost anything...

RECEPTIONIST:

And did you forget anything?

LEON:

Yeah... But "forgotten" doesn't mean lost He passes in front of the perplexed receptionist, leaving the hotel.

* * * * * * * * * * The receptionist is at his desk. The hall is empty. Mathilda walks down the stairs, slowly, like a kid who's got nothing to do.

RECEPTIONIST:

How are you, Miss?

MATHILDA:

Fine... She puts her elbows on the desk.

MATHILDA:

I'm sick with practicing, that's it...

RECEPTIONIST:

I see. You're good, because I didn't hear anything.

MATHILDA:

Yeah. I put a rag on the strings, to lessen noise.

RECEPTIONIST:

Huh? That's smart!