["Very Special Delivery"]
[in their apartment; Mathilda puts on her working outfit, including Leon's glasses; waits in
front of the DEA building; Stansfield and Blood arrive, walk towards the entrance; Mathilda
starts pursuing them with a sack in her arms, quickly turns her back to Stansfield as he returns to say something to the driver; at the security check she pushes the sack past the metal detector]
Security 1: [bored]
Food.
Security 2: Where are you going?
Mathilda: Special delivery for room 4602.
Security 2: Sign here.
[to some leaving girls]
Have a nice weekend, girls.
[follows Stansfield to the gentlemen's room, predicts him to be in the toilet at its end; but
he appears behind the door she had forgotten to close, startling her as he shuts it]
Stansfield: [indifferently looking into a mirror]
Special delivery, huh? Let me guess..
[shakes his little drug box]
Chinese..?
Thai, maybe..?
I've got it. Italian food.
[consumes a capsule]
[with a satisfied look]
What's your name, angel?
Mathilda: Mathilda.
Stansfield: [whispering]
..Mathilda.
[washes his face, sneezes]
Mathilda, I want you to put the sack on the floor.
Mathilda: [obeys, trembling]
Stansfield: Good.
[in their apartment; Mathilda puts on her working outfit, including Leon's glasses; waits in
front of the DEA building; Stansfield and Blood arrive, walk towards the entrance; Mathilda
starts pursuing them with a sack in her arms, quickly turns her back to Stansfield as he returns to say something to the driver; at the security check she pushes the sack past the metal detector]
Security 1: [bored]
Food.
Security 2: Where are you going?
Mathilda: Special delivery for room 4602.
Security 2: Sign here.
[to some leaving girls]
Have a nice weekend, girls.
[follows Stansfield to the gentlemen's room, predicts him to be in the toilet at its end; but
he appears behind the door she had forgotten to close, startling her as he shuts it]
Stansfield: [indifferently looking into a mirror]
Special delivery, huh? Let me guess..
[shakes his little drug box]
Chinese..?
Thai, maybe..?
I've got it. Italian food.
[consumes a capsule]
[with a satisfied look]
What's your name, angel?
Mathilda: Mathilda.
Stansfield: [whispering]
..Mathilda.
[washes his face, sneezes]
Mathilda, I want you to put the sack on the floor.
Mathilda: [obeys, trembling]
Stansfield: Good.
