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to give her my money. Tony: You can count on lady of the lake me, Léon. (Mathilda has entered Stansfield's office building by faking a food delivery; Stansfield has cornered her in a restroom.) Stansfield: Special delivery, huh? Let me guess. Chinese? Thai, maybe? I've got it — lady of the lake Italian food. What's your name, angel? Mathilda: Mathilda. Stansfield: Mathilda, I want you to set the sack on the floor. Good. (He draws a pistol.) And now, I want you lady of the lake to tell me everything you know about Italian food... and don't forget the name of the chef who fixed it for me. Mathilda: Nobody sent me. I do business for myself. Stansfield: So, th-th-this, this is something personal, is it? What filthy piece of shit... did I do now? Mathilda: You killed my brother. Stansfield: I'm sorry. (he moves in close to Mathilda.)
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