Léon: The Professional (Léon)

Okay.

Let's talk business.

This fat bastard is trying to move in on Maurizio's business.

Now, you know Maurizio is a reasonable guy.

He just wants a little conversation.

But this guy, he don't want to hear about it.

Maybe he'll listen to you.

He comes to town every Tuesday. Are you free Tuesday?

Yeah, I'm free Tuesday.

Nice to see you again, Mr. Jones.

Remember, neatness counts. You got one half hour.

One hour.

Yeah, what?

It's Tonto, downstairs. There's a guy who wants to talk to you.

What's he look like?

Serious.

- Tell him I'm coming up. - He's coming up.

Somebody's coming up. Somebody serious.

Mickey, open your eyes. We got company.

We got company.

Come on.

Stop, stop, man!

Tonto.

Tell the driver to wait for us out back, and hurry up.

- Hey, sweetie, what's going on? - Don't worry, baby.

It's cool. Take a nap.

Oh, my God.

Those fuckers blocked both the exits.

Check the terrace!

Hey! Yo!

- 911, Emergency. - I need help.

- Somebody's trying to kill me. - All right. Just stay on the line.

I'll just be off a moment.

- Sir, I'm gonna connect you with an officer. - Okay.

Detective Jefferson. May I help you?

I'll call you back.

Hey, relax, man. I got half of Bolivia sitting in them suitcases over here.

Ain't even cut yet. Go ahead, take it. It's yours.

Dial this number.

I'll talk to you later, sweetie, okay?

Bye.

- Hello? - It's Maurizio. Remember me?

- I see you're back in town. - Yeah. I mean, no.

Just for today.

So it's safe to say today's your last day in town

and we'll never see your fat fucking face again.

Yeah. Right.

Let me speak to our mutual friend.

He wants to talk to you.

- Yes? - Make sure he understands,

then let him go.

Do you understand?

- So say it. - I understand.

Good.

Jesus.

Two milk as usual?

Hi.

Why did you hide the cigarette?

This building's full of rats.

I didn't want my old man to find out. Got enough problems.

What happened?

I fell off my bike.

Hey.

Don't tell my dad about the cigarette, okay?

- Why you're doing this to us. - I don't know...

Funny how people got memory problems these days. I mean, it must be the sun.

You know, a man should know when to come out of the sun.

I don't know how it happened. I mean, what's my job?

I'm just a holder. I hold the stuff just like you give it to me.

I don't look at it, I don't touch it. I don't even know how to cut it.

Try and follow me, all right? In June, we gave you the dope.

It tests 100% pure. Now it's July, we pick up the dope,

and it tests 90% pure.

Now, somewhere between June and July, 10% turned to cut!

I don't know. It's none of my business. I'm just a holder.

You give me the stuff, I hold the stuff. That's all I know.

Hey, look, you know, I'm trying to help you out here,

but, you know, if you're gonna be a hard-ass about it...

I gotta disturb him.

Now, let me tell you, when he's into his music, he hates being disturbed.

I'm telling you the truth.

I hope so, because he's got a talent for sniffing out a lie.

It's scary.

It's almost like a sixth sense.

Are you gonna change your tune or I got to bust into his?

I'm telling you the truth.

All right.

Stan. Stan.

I'm sorry. See, he said he didn't cut the dope.

Of course he didn't.

Just do me a favor. Find out who did by tomorrow.

Noon.

Malky, hey, wait.

Hey, I didn't cut your shit.

Find out yourself!

What the hell are you doing out here? Get inside and do your homework.

- I did it already. - Oh, yeah? Well, you can get inside

and help your sister clean up the goddamn house!

And stop smoking cigarettes!

One!

One!

Two. Take a deep breath in.

Take a deep breath out.

- Take a deep breath. Inhale. - Time's up. My turn.

Change the channel, and I'll smash your face.

So ready for the legs. And down.

Down! Down!

Sorry, sweetheart.

Squeeze. Release.

Good morning, sweetie.

Hi, honey.

Sweetheart, turn that down. Mama's got a headache.

She took my turn.

She just wants to watch these goddamn cartoons!

It wouldn't hurt her to move her ass a bit.

I'm not the one with a fat ass around here.

Two and up.

Can someone who's doing nothing all day but watching cartoons

move a little ass and go get some food?

- Legs. Legs. Beautiful. - I dare you to say that again.

- Margie, I think I screwed up. - It wouldn't be the first time.

I mean, you always come up with something, right?

Yeah. I think I went a little too far this time.

I think you're going a little too far right now. I'm gonna be late for work.

What about working at home today?

Really feel it. That's it, stomach in.

- One... - Now it's my turn!

Shit! She's gonna hit me!

- Daddy, she's... - Shit! Shut the goddamn door!

Please don't shoot!

Fucking bitch.

- Megatron! Megatron! - Firm up the whole body.

When you use your quadriceps, your thigh muscles have warmed up your body...

- Hey, can somebody answer the phone? - I'm busy!

- Hello? - This is Marguerite McCallister,

headmistress at the Spencer School in Wildwood, New Jersey.

Is Mr. or Mrs. Lando home?

Yes, this is she.

Mrs. Lando, when your husband enrolled Mathilda at Spencer,

he told us she had "problems."

Well, as you know, we pride ourselves in turning troubled girls

into healthy, productive young women.

But if they are not here, there is very little we can do.

Now, Mathilda left school without permission nearly two weeks ago.

I know your husband paid tuition in advance for a year,

but if you will refer to Page 20 in the rules and regulations manual we sent you,

you will see that unless there is a valid excuse for prolonged absence,

your tuition will be forfeit.

She's dead.

Tell that fucking kid to do a little work around here!

Clean up! I'm tired of this fucking mess.

Hurry up!

Taxi!

Is life always this hard, or is it just when you're a kid?

Always like this.

Keep it.

Hey, I'm going grocery shopping. You want some milk?

One quart or two? It's two, right?

I like these calm little moments before the storm.

It reminds me of Beethoven.

Can you hear it?

It's like when you put your head to the grass,

you can hear it growing.

You can hear the insects.

- Do you like Beethoven? - Couldn't really say.

I'm gonna play you some.

Daddy!

Benny, stay here.

Daddy! Daddy!

We said noon.

I've got one minute past.

You don't like Beethoven.

You don't know what you're missing.

Overtures like that get my juices flowing.

So powerful.

But after his openings, to be honest,

he does tend to get a little fucking boring.

That's why I stopped!

Toss the apartment.

You're a Mozart fan. I love him, too.

I love Mozart!

He was Austrian, you know.

But for this kind of work, he's a little bit light.

So I tend to go for the heavier guys.

- Cool. - Dude, what the fuck are you doing?

Man, keep your bumbaclot mouth shut.

Check out Brahms. He's good, too.

- What the fuck do you know about music? - Man, knock it off!

- You check the mattress? - Nope.

Wow.

Fuck!

Stan.

Jesus. Look what you did.

- Stan, you all right? Stan. - Look what you did!

Stan!

Hey, Stan, what are you doing?

What are you doing? He's dead!

But he ruined my suit.

Yeah, I know, but he's dead.

He's a piece of meat. Forget about it. Calm down.