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.