Léon: The Professional (Léon)

Let's talk business.

This fat bastard is moving in on Morizio's business.

You know Morizio is a reasonable guy.

He just wants a little conversation.

But this guy, he don't wanna 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.

What?

It's Tonto, downstairs. There's a guy 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, man!

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

- 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!

- 911 emergency. - I need help.

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

I'll just be off a moment.

I'm gonna connect you with an officer.

Detective Jefferson. May I help you?

I'll call you back.

Relax, man. I got half of Bolivia sitting in them suitcases.

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

Dial this number.

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

Bye.

- Hello? - It's Morizio. 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.

Make sure he understands, and let him go.

Do you understand?

- So say it. - I understand.

Good.

Jesus.

Two milk as usual?

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.

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

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

People got memory problems these days. It must be the sun.

- Know when to come out of the sun. - I don't know how it happened.

What's my job? I'm just a holder.

I hold the stuff you give to me. I don't look at it or touch it.

- I don't know how to cut it. - Try to follow me.

In June, we gave you the dope. It tests 100 percent pure.

Now it's July, we pick up the dope, and it tests 90 percent pure.

Somewhere between June and July, ten percent turned to cut!

I don't know. It's none of my business. You give me the stuff, I hold it.

- That's all I know. - I'm trying to help you out here...

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

I gotta disturb him.

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 sniffin' out a lie.

It's scary.

It's almost like a sixth sense.

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

I'm telling you the truth.

All right.

Stan.

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

Of course he didn't.

Just do me a favour.

Find out who did by tomorrow.

Noon.

Malky, wait.

I didn't cut your shit.

Find out yourself!

What are you doin' out here? Get inside and do your homework.

- I did it already. - Get inside and help your sister...

clean up the goddamn house!

And stop smoking cigarettes!

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.

Ready for the legs. And down.

Sorry, sweetheart.

Squeeze. Release.

Good morning.

Hi, honey.

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

- She took my turn. - She wants to watch goddamn cartoons!

It wouldn't hurt her to move her ass.

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

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

You always come up with somethin', right?

I think I went too far this time.

You're goin' too far right now. I'm gonna be late for work.

How about workin' 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!

Fuckin' bitch.

- Megatron! - Firm up the whole body.

When you use the Quadra-Step, your thigh muscles...

- 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?

This is she.

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

he told us she had "problems."

As you know, we pride ourselves on turning troubled girls...

into healthy, productive young women.

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

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 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 fuckin' kid to do a little work around here!

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

Hurry up!

Why am I feeling

When things could look black

That nothing could possibly go wrong

This has been a most unusual day

Love has made me see things

In a different way

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

Always like this.

Keep it.

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 growin'.

You can hear the insects.

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

I'm gonna play you some.

Daddy!

You better stay here.

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 bombacut 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.

Oh! Fuck!

He's dead.

Jesus. Look what you did.

Stan, you all right?

What are you doin'?

- 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.

I'm calm.

Stay there, all right?

Benny!

Jesus fuckin' Christ, Benny! It's Malky and Stan!

Take it easy, all right?

Come on.

Come on, let's get a cigarette.