Léon: The Professional Page #6

Tony makes an effort to laugh.

TONY:

Anyway, you can't have a bank account,

so the discussion is finished.

Leon nods.

LEON:

Why can't I have a bank account?

TONY:

I'll explain you, Leon: they'll ask you

to fill in a lot of forms and you can't

write and they'll ask you your job, your

employer's name and you can't tell them:

My job, I'm a hitman and my employer is

Tony, his record is longer than his

resturant's menu. That's why you can't

have a bank account!

Leon thinks. Outside, Mathilda lets a young man approach her.

They start talking. Leon gets nervous.

TONY:

But your money is there, Leon. When you

want, you ask me. Take...

He hands one thousand dollars to Leon.

TONY:

Take...

LEON:

Well, I don't need them...

TONY:

Take them, you never know... If you want

to have some fun. Take, it's a gift.

Tony puts the money in Leon's hand, who takes it.

LEON:

Thanks.

TONY (smiling)

Good. Let's talk business, now?

LEON:

I've got a hit perfect for you. I kept

it for you. To be made alone. That's what

you like. Don't move, I get the file.

Manolo! A glass of milk for Leon!

Tony stands up and disappears. Leon looks out. Mathilda

accepts a cigarette from the young man. They laugh. Leon can't

resist any more. He stands up and exits. He kindly pushes

Mathilda aside. The quite nice young man waits.

LEON(low voice)

Pay attention, Mathilda. You can't let

people approach you like that. People are

kind and very fast, they offer you drugs

or other things.

MATHILDA (smiling)

Leon, don't worry. I'm on the street

since I've born. I was just smoking a

cigarette while waiting for you.

Leon pauses and looks at the young man, who smiles at him.

LEON:

Keep away. He looks suspicious. A bad

guy, OK?

MATHILDA (smiling)

OK.

LEON:

Five minutes. Keep in front of the

window.

MATHILDA:

OK.

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