Six years have passed since that horrendous incident… [SPANISH RADIO MUSIC] LEON (thinking): I received special training via a secret
organization working under the direct control of the President. LEON (thinking): I was to assume the responsibility of protecting the new President’s family. POLICIA 1: (laughs) Why am I the one who always gets the short end of the stick? POLICIA 2: Yo, who are you really? Come on and tell us. POLICIA 2: You are a long way from home, cowboy. You have my sympathies. LEON: Guess that’s a local’s way of breaking the ice. LEON: Anyway, you know what this is all about. My assignment is to search for the President’s missing daughter. POLICIA 2: What, all by yourself? (chuckles) LEON: I’m sure you boys didn’t just tag along so we could sing Kumbaya together at some Boy Scout bonfire… LEON: …Then again, maybe you did. POLICIA 2: (scoffs) Oh, you crazy American. POLICIA 2: It’s a direct order from the chief himself. I tell you it’s no picnic. LEON: I’m counting on you guys. LEON (thinking): It was right before I was to take on my duties of protecting the President’s daughter when she was abducted. LEON (thinking): That’s the ultimate reason I’m in this lonely and rural part of Europe. LEON (thinking): According to our intelligence, there’s reliable information of a sighting of a girl that looks very similar to the President’s daughter. LEON (thinking): Apparently, she’s being withheld by some unidentified group of people… LEON (thinking): Who would’ve thought that my first job would’ve been a rescue mission? POLICIA 2: Ah, it’s freezing. So cold all of a sudden. POLICIA 2: Eh, must be my imagination. POLICIA 2: Sorry it took so long. POLICIA 1: Just up ahead is the village. LEON: I’ll go and have a look around. POLICIA 2: We’ll stay and watch the car. POLICIA 2: Don’t want to get any parking tickets. LEON (sarcastically): Right… parking tickets. POLICIA 1: Good luck. LEON (to himself): Geez, who are these guys? POLICIA 1: Did you say something? LEON: Uh, excuse me. Sir? LEON: I was wondering if you might recognize the girl in this photograph? DON ESTEBAN: Que carajo haces aqui? Lárgate, cabrón! LEON: Sorry to have bothered you. LEON: Freeze! LEON: I said freeze! LEON: Shit. GANADOS: (Speaking Spanish) DON ESTEBAN: Lord Saddler… LEON: (scoffs) Where’s everyone going? Bingo? LUIS: Ow! Ugh… A little rough, don’t you think? LUIS: You’re… not like them? LEON: No. You? LUIS: Okay. I have only one, very important question… LUIS: You got a smoke? LEON: …Got gum. LUIS (sarcastically): Perfect… LUIS: The big cheese. LEON: What?