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

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.