Version 1 Script
from an original idea by Luc Besson
Notes:
The beginning is identical to the movie, so we considered useless reporting it here.
It's from Mathilda's first rifle training scene that the original script is totally different from the movie. This version is much more violent and the affective relation between Léon and Mathilda shows no more ambiguities. In this version, Mathilda was to be aged 13 or 14.
Léon and Mathilda arrive on the roof of a building which faces Central Park. They get close to a wall and maintain this position. Sunlight floods the park.
LÉON (concentrated)
Firstly, you look. For more than one minute. Because there are alarm systems with one minute period. Therefore, you wait and look. Alarms firstly, the sky for helicopters, nearby buildings. Meanwhile, you observe the floor's color and will try to wear dresses of the same color. Never lighter.
Mathilda listens very carefully.
LÉON
OK. Good. Now you can assemble your weapon.
He opens the violin case and assembles a rifle with telescopic sight and silencer.
LÉON
The rifle is the first weapon you learn to use, because you can keep distance from the client. The more experience you have, the closer you get.
He finished assembling the weapon and hands it to Mathilda. She's going to pull off telescope's cover.
LÉON
No. Never take it off until the last minute, because it reflects light. They'll see you in two seconds.
They get close to roof's edge. Mathilda sits down and gets in position.
LÉON
Relax. You must feel at ease.
Mathilda leans down properly.
MATHILDA
OK, I'm fine.
LÉON
Good.
He removes the telescope's cover.
LÉON
Here, this is the light amplificator for night shooting. There, you fix the client's distance... How much to the bench down there in the park?
MATHILDA
Huh... 500 meters?
LÉON
130... 140...
MATHILDA
How can you say it?
LÉON
Look. When you can see his fingers, it's 50 meters. When you just see his hands, it's about 80 meters. When you distinguish arms from body, it's 120-130. When you see nothing more than a shape, you don't shoot. Not very sure. You have one chance out of five to miss. A contract means getting all chances on your side. 5 out of 5. You can't miss a client. Never... If the task is delicate or the risk is too big, you double. That is, you insure yourself by another mean.
MATHILDA
What, for example?
LÉON
Well, if the guy is far, in a car, and I know the weather is going to be bad, rainy for example, I think I would plastic the car, with a remote here. I shoot from the distance and if I miss I plastic.
MATHILDA
What if you can't approach the car or he changes car?
Léon thinks.
LÉON
Rocket launcher.
MATHILDA
Oh really?
(She looks at the road and imagines)
But can you miss the car?
Léon pulls a small box out of the violin.
LÉON (showing a special bullet)
It's a coded bullet... You put it in the rifle, you glue it to the car, no matter where. Then you take your rocket launcher and the rocket will get there automatically.
MATHILDA
Wow! It's brilliant!
LÉON
Yeah... Come on, have a little training.
Mathilda gets in position.
MATHILDA
Who'll I aim at?
LÉON
Whoever.
Léon pulled out binoculars. Mathilda looks for a victim by telescope. She passes over playing kids.
MATHILDA
No women... No kids....
Léon smiles: she learned the lesson.
LÉON
Begin from a steady target. It's easier.
She stops on a man who's reading a newspaper. The man wears a suit, Herald Tribune, fat.
MATHILDA
The fatman down there, on the bench.
LÉON
Perfect.
Mathilda aims at the fatman. One of the bench's boards explodes. The fatman turns his head. He doesn't understand what happened and resumes reading.
LÉON
Try again. The same.
Second shot. The bench explodes on the opposite side. The man is still curious but doesn't understand.
LÉON (at binoculars)
Too much to the left.
Mathilda concentrates again and shoots: nothing happens. Mathilda wonders whether she missed again and prepares for a new shot.
LÉON
Wait...
The fatman softly leans down on his side.
LÉON
Bull's-eye.
Mathilda is happy but, evidently, she expected death to be more spectacular.
LÉON
Come on, now a walking one.
Mathilda aims at a businessman. She really chooses the ugliest one. She shoots. The man's case explodes and he hides behind a tree: he's scared and doesn't move any more.
LÉON
Good! First shot!
MATHILDA
Yeah, but I didn't get him, I got his case and now he's behind the tree. What can I do?
LÉON
It's not serious, it's just training. You have to learn from the beginning to hit the target, then, to improve precision, you'll train, but on cardboards.
MATHILDA
OK.
LÉON
Now, try a running guy.
Mathilda gets back to telescope and looks for a jogger.
MATHILDA
The yellow and pink.
LÉON
OK.
The guy is footing, sweaty, with a walkman and headphones. Mathilda shoots once. Twice. Thrice. The bullets pass around the jogger, who can't see or hear anything.
MATHILDA
Shit! It's hard when he runs!
Léon hands her another charger.
LÉON
Don't lose him! Concentrate. There, reload. OK, keep calm. Calm, breathe easy. Watch his movement. Pretend you're running with him. Breathe... Hold your breath... Try to feel his next movement... Now...
She shots and the guy gets a bullet in a thigh. He's scared, but doesn't know where to go.
MATHILDA
Did you see? First shot! It's good, isn't it? Did I learn well?
Mathilda proudly smiles.
LÉON (serious and steady)
Put the tools away.
Mathilda obeys, seriously.
====================
Night over city. The two are on a small building's stairway.
LÉON
Codes!
Mathilda gets by his side for her new lesson.
LÉON
For codes, there are two solutions. You have to choose depending on your needs. First case: you have time. You need the code for a later time. So, you wait for the night, you get a box with soot powder and blow a little on the keyboard.
He does it and pulls out a screwdriver.
LÉON
Then you break the little lamp to be sure the client can't see anything. You wait for someone who gets inside, so you have just to see which numbers were touched. Once you know the four or five digits, you have to try all combinations; once per hour and not more than a minute to do not get found.
LÉON (continues)
Second case: you have no time but you mustn't get discovered. Screwdriver.
He disassembles lock's cover.
LÉON
Here, wires need the code. Always four wires.
An approximately 40-year-old man climbs the stairway. He evidently lives in the building.
MAN
May I...?
LÉON
Pardon.
(To Mathilda)
Let him pass.
Léon opens the door by disassembled lock's wires. The man is going to pass, but doesn't. Léon's going to resume his explanation.
MAN
Excuse me, but... What are you doing?
LÉON
I teach the girl.
MAN
You teach her how to break buildings' doors, don't you? Don't you give a shit about me? Get away before I call the police!
The man is very nervous, searches in his pocket, then pulls out an anti-aggression bomblet. He'll have no time to use it: Léon pulled out his silenced gun.
A shot to the hand and the bomblet takes off. Shot's energy makes the man turn around. A second shot in the back makes the man get over the parapet and disappear in a decorative bush, almost without noise.
Mathilda is immobilized. Léon looks around, then resumes.
LÉON
So... the wire which starts from the bottom of the metal part and then, you try the other three wires, one by one.
At second wire, the door opens. Léon smiles.
LÉON
Simple, isn't it?
She nods yes.
LÉON
What's up? I don't feel you're concentrated.
MATHILDA
Yes, yes...
She gets close to the parapet and looks at the bush.
MATHILDA
It's incredible! How did you do that?
LÉON
What?
MATHILDA
There, the guy... How did you do that, without even touching him? Without noise. It's like you put him away... How did you do it?
LÉON (pause - proud)
...Did you like it?
She pauses and seriously looks at him.
MATHILDA
It was brilliant.
* * * * * * * * * *
Léon and Mathilda in the movies. On the screen, Fred Astaire breaks out as usual.
LÉON (talking about Fred Astaire)
Watch his movement... Whatever he says, whatever he does, he never stops. Sad or happy, the movement always goes on.
Pirouette by Fred Astaire.
LÉON
...Look! Even the wall, nothing stops him. The movement goes on. He uses everything: the floor, the wall, his rush, his weight. Life is movement, death is a part of it.
Mathilda listens carefully.
LÉON
So, you have to let the client finish the movement he started. It's better, if he thinks about other things and he can't see the death's arrival. He's got no time to suffer. He isn't surprised. He's got no time even to think. He departs without realizing it. He departs in the movement he started.
Mathilda looks at the screen, sparkling eyes.
MATHILDA
...It's brilliant.
* * * * * * * * * *
MUSIC
Series of short sequences.
Morning in the apartment
Television turned on. Mathilda and Léon are doing sit ups. After some bendings, Mathilda collapses and remains on the floor. Léon goes on, undisturbed. Mathilda tries again.
Weapons assemblage
Léon disassembled a big weapon in front of him. Mathilda observes, very concentrated. Léon reassembles it in record time. She's stunned. He hands her the weapon. Mathilda doesn't know where to start from.
Mathilda's room
In the little room, Mathilda started a collection of target cardboards. The first targets have just two or three off-center hits.
Living room
Léon's doing sit ups, feet always blocked under a wardrobe. Mathilda is doing exercises in front of the television. Léon glances at her now and then.
Kitchen
Léon pours a big glass of milk. Mathilda sits in front of him. She's tired. He hands her the glass. She shakes her head no, but he clearly shows she can't discuss. She takes the glass without pleasure.
Weapons assemblage
Mathilda's much quicker now, but makes an error. Léon stops her and takes over to explain her mistake. Mathilda understands and restarts.
Mathilda's room
Cardboard collection expands. More and more impacts on targets.
Living room
Mathilda was able to convince Léon to do his workout in front of the television and with music. She teaches him, since he's not used to this and is quite embarrassed.
Kitchen
Mathilda pours two glasses of milk. She gives one to Léon: he drinks then they have a race. Mathilda does everything to be fast. Léon is too used: he wins. The two laugh because Mathilda spread milk everywhere. Two kids.
Mathilda's room
Mathilda adds a cardboard to her collection. Five impacts, all virtually on target.
MUSIC ENDS
END of short sequences
* * * * * * * * * *
TONY'S RESTAURANT
Léon sits in front of Tony. From his position, he can see the window on the street.
TONY
It's been a long time, Léon. You missed two nice contracts, you know.
LÉON (badly lying)
...been training.
He looks at the street: Mathilda is pirouetting in front of the restaurant.
TONY
...You also moved, didn't you?
LÉON
Yeah.
TONY
Huh!? Because of the slaughter at your same floor?
LÉON
...Not at all.
TONY
It's better... You see, it's my turf, so I don't want contracts I'm not informed about, on my turf. I'm not opposing, but the least they can do is informing me, isn't it?
LÉON
Yes.
Mathilda, outside, sends a "cuckoo" to Léon, who slightly leans down to reply. Tony didn't see anything.
TONY
At a certain moment I thought: maybe Léon would like to work on his own? So he makes some little extras?
LÉON
Dirty work, and I kill no women and no kids.
TONY
That's what I later told myself! No, Tony, forget Léon! It can't be him, he likes too much his job to make such a slaughter!
Léon can't avoid looking at Mathilda, who's looking up to breathe better. This little woman, only survivor of a massacre.
LÉON
Tell me... The money I make and you keep for me...
TONY
Do you need money?
LÉON
No... Just to know... Because I've been working a long time... And I haven't done anything with my money... I should do something.
Tony is a little bit surprised by Léon's naivety.
TONY
It's true, you're right... Did you meet a woman?
Léon smiles.
LÉON
No, no.
TONY
You gotta be careful with women, Léon. They are dangerous, you know?
LÉON
Yeah... Well... I don't know.. I don't know any.
TONY
Listen, think about what you want to do, but don't worry, your money is here and it's safer than in a bank... Banks are robbed every five minutes!
Tony makes an effort to laugh.
TONY
Anyway, you can't have a bank account, so the discussion is finished.
Léon nods.
LÉON
Why can't I have a bank account?
TONY
I'll explain you, Léon: they'll ask you to fill out a lot of forms and you can't write and they'll ask you your job, your employer's name and you can't tell them: "My job, I'm a hitman and my employer is Tony, his record is longer than his restaurant's menu". That's why you can't have a bank account!
Léon thinks. Outside, Mathilda lets a young man approach her. They start talking. Léon gets nervous.
TONY
But your money is here, Léon. Whenever you want it, you ask me. Take it...
He hands one thousand dollars to Léon.
TONY
Take it...
LÉON
Well, I don't need it...
TONY
Take it, you never know... If you want to have some fun. Take, it's a gift.
Tony puts the money in Léon's hand, who takes it.
LÉON
Thanks.
TONY (smiling)
Good. Now let's talk business. I've got a hit perfect for you. I kept it for you. To be made alone. That's what you like. Don't move, I get the file.
Manolo! A glass of milk for Léon!
Tony stands up and disappears. Léon looks out. Mathilda accepts a cigarette from the young man. They laugh. Léon can't resist any more. He stands up and exits. He kindly pushes Mathilda aside. The quite nice young man waits.
LÉON (low voice)
Listen, Mathilda. You can't let people approach you like that. People are kind and very fast, they offer you drugs or other things.
MATHILDA (smiling)
Léon, don't worry. I'm on the street since I've born. I was just smoking a cigarette while waiting for you.
Léon pauses and looks at the young man, who smiles at him.
LÉON
Stay away from him. He looks suspicious. A bad guy, OK?
MATHILDA (smiling)
OK.
LÉON
Five minutes. Stand in front of the window.
MATHILDA
OK.
INSIDE THE RESTAURANT
Léon sits in front of his milk. Tony comes back and sits down.
TONY
I have to put on my glasses... My sight is worse and worse... I'm getting old... Here it is.
Tony hands a photo to Léon, who observes it.
TONY
Not easy. Armoured car, isolated home, bodyguards all the time. I don't know what he trades, but it's a good hit because I've got three contracts on him... Three times eight thousand for Léon. Good deal, isn't it?
Outside, Mathilda has disappeared. Léon gets upset. Tony takes the photo back.
TONY
I write client's data on the back. You have to be quick, he's going to leave the city at the end of the week. With the contracts on his head, I don't think we'll see him again.
Léon is too nervous. He takes the photo and stands up.
LÉON
I come back later for details. I've got something to do and... I'm late.
He gets out, looks left and right. You've never seen anyone as nervous as him. Mathilda, crouched down behind the door, jumps on his back. He's relieved and slightly smiles. She hangs on him like a little monkey.
LÉON
Come on, get down!
MATHILDA
You were scared, weren't you?
LÉON
I was nervous, that's all! Where is the guy?
MATHILDA
I killed him... and cut him and ate all of him... I left nothing for you!
Léon suddenly realizes Tony is behind the window. He shyly smiles, slightly embarrassed. Mathilda makes a big smile to him and heels Léon.
MATHILDA
Let's go home!!!
* * * * * * * * * *
Léon arrives to the hotel, Mathilda still on his back. The receptionist smiles at Léon, who doesn't return. Mathilda gets the key with a big smile.
MATHILDA
We'd a nice walk!
RECEPTIONIST (smiling)
Good, Miss.
Mathilda cackles and leads her mount upstairs. In the room, she jumps on the bed.
MATHILDA
Léon? I think I'm falling in love with you.
Léon's milk goes the wrong way. She calmly said it, laying on the bed, spread arms. Like a simple truth. Léon got milk everywhere.
MATHILDA
...Anyway, this impressed you!
He dries himself, but doesn't reply.
MATHILDA
It's strange, being in love... It's the first time for me...
LÉON
How do you know it's love, if you've never been in love before?... It may be friendship... or the love you can have with a brother or a father... How can you know?
MATHILDA
...Because I feel it.
LÉON (upset)
Huh? Where?
Mathilda puts a hand on her stomach.
MATHILDA
Here... in my stomach... it's hot.
She turns, takes his hand and puts it on her stomach.
MATHILDA
I always had a knot there... No longer...
Léon pulls off his hand. He stands up and nervously walks.
LÉON
Mathilda, I'm... I'm very happy you've got no stomachache any more, but... this doesn't mean anything.
I'm late for work and I don't like being late for work.
Mathilda smiles. She's calm. She rolls herself into the blanket. Léon gets out of the room. He puts various weapons into his case and in his violin. He's nervous. This conversation upset him. He hears a noise, flowing water: Mathilda sings. She's having a bath. He finished preparing his gear. He knocks bathroom's door.
LÉON
Mathilda? May I get in?
MATHILDA
Yes.
Léon opens the door. Mathilda is naked and is brushing her hair. Léon closes back the door without entering.
LÉON (embarrassed)
Sorry. I heard "yes", so I got in...
Mathilda opens the door. She's still combing her hair. She's still naked.
MATHILDA
Yes... You can get in.
Léon is rigid. He takes a towel and deploys it in front of her.
LÉON
Take it, please.
She rolls herself into the towel, without speaking. Léon's relieved.
LÉON
I... I've got a contract... I've got to go now. It's urgent. ...So, you stay here. You don't move. About telephone, I let it ring once then I call you again, else you don't answer, OK?
Mathilda is sulky.
MATHILDA
Why don't you take me with you?... I'm ready, now. You said I learn very quickly.
LÉON
"Quick" doesn't mean "ready". And you can't discuss, we said. Right?
Mathilda has to surrender.
LÉON
Go on learning like this... Then we'll see.
He gets in the living room and she follows him.
MATHILDA
May I get to the cinema?
LÉON
No.
MATHILDA
For musicals? That's part of the job!
LÉON
No, you can't get out.
MATHILDA (resigned)
OK... you come back tonight, don't you?
He takes his violin and his case.
LÉON
During my absence, you have to work on a very important thing you badly lack: patience.
He slightly smiles. She's sulky.
LÉON
You see, five minutes ago you said you loved me and now you hate me... but I prefer this!
MATHILDA
I hate you because you depart without kissing me. That's all.
She sweetly closes the door in face of him. For a moment, he's blocked behind the door. The receptionist is walking along the hall and notices Léon prostrate in front of the door.
RECEPTIONIST
Did you lose your key, Mister?
Léon recovers from his shock.
LÉON
No... I just thought if I'd lost anything...
RECEPTIONIST
And did you forget anything?
LÉON
Yeah... But "forgotten" doesn't mean "lost"
He passes in front of the perplexed receptionist, leaving the hotel.
* * * * * * * * * *
The receptionist is at his desk. The hall is empty. Mathilda walks down the stairs, slowly, like a kid who's got nothing to do.
RECEPTIONIST
How are you, Miss?
MATHILDA
Fine...
She puts her elbows on the desk.
MATHILDA
I'm sick of practising, that's it...
RECEPTIONIST
I see. You're doing all right, because I didn't hear anything.
MATHILDA
Yeah. I put a cloth over the strings, to lessen the noise.
RECEPTIONIST
Huh? That's smart!
MATHILDA
I'm used to it. Not everyone likes music.
RECEPTIONIST
Yeah, true. But what does your father exactly do for living?
MATHILDA
...Composer.
RECEPTIONIST
Huh, that's good!
MATHILDA
Yeah, but he's not exactly my father...
RECEPTIONIST
Huh?
MATHILDA
...No... he's my lover...
RECEPTIONIST
Huh?
Mathilda sighs and glances at the hall.
MATHILDA
I'm going to have a walk... I'll come back.
Receptionist's tense smile.
* * * * * * * * * *
MATHILDA'S OLD BUILDING
Mathilda slowly gets to her floor. In front of the door, a thin yellow "no entry" police strip. A cop is distractly guarding the hall; he's talking with a young black girl. Mathilda gets in her apartment unnoticed. She gets in her room, recovers her teddy bear and her polaroid. Then, she gets in the devastated living room. There's dry blood almost everywhere.
On the corridor, she raises one of parquet's boards. A big roll of $100 bills is hidden beneath. There is a small checkbook too. She carelessly puts everything away.
Noise in the apartment. Mathilda crouches down. Stansfield gets in together with two more guys.
Mathilda can see them without being seen. Stansfield is evidently not at ease, he's justifying his actions in front of upper-rank officers.
STANSFIELD
So, the guy was there, he'd hidden a shotgun behind the tent, here. His woman was armed too.
MAN
Where were the kids during first shots?
STANSFIELD
I don't know... that was very fast. I didn't see him pulling out his weapon.
The man writes some notes. The second man observes the cracked entry door.
SECOND MAN
Did you follow the procedure? Who got to the door?
STANSFIELD (getting nervous)
What are you looking for, guys? This guy was shit, we found five kilos of heroin in the apartment, and you are bothering me?
MAN
The fact that you're a public officer doesn't give you the right to do whatever you want! The narcotics had been following this guy for two years. They had a lot of information about him. Your quick lonely action upset them. It's normal that they asked for an inquiry.
STANSFIELD
I don't give a shit about the narcotic department! And if you'll go on searching in this shit, you'll fall in it. You can find me in my office... #2702.
MAN
It's routine, why are you doing this to us?
Stanfield doesn't listen. He got out. Mathilda slides behind him. She follows him downstairs.
* * * * * * * * * *
IN THE STREET
Stansfield gets in a car and departs. Mathilda stops a cab and gets on board.
MATHILDA
May you follow that blue car, please?
The driver smiles.
DRIVER
Do you also want music and skids at every turn?
She hands him $100.
MATHILDA
No, I want you to drive smoothly, get your $100 and tell me what the last question was.
The driver takes the bill and starts moving. He understood everything.
Stansfield's car stops in front of a building. Mathilda gets out of the cab and follows Stansfield. She gets stopped at the first checkpoint in the large hall.
COP (amused)
Where are you going, little girl?
MATHILDA
What's that man's name?
COP
Why do you want to know?
MATHILDA
He forgot his money... My mother's got a pub, behind the corner, and he forgot his money, about $100.
COP
Huh? I see, but this is the FBI, little girl, and I can't let you in. But if you leave me his money, I'll give him it myself.
Mathilda thinks.
COP (smiling)
You don't trust me.
Mathilda shakes her head no. The cop laughs.
MATHILDA
Give me his name, I will mail him.
COP
OK. Mister Stansfield, Norman STANSFIELD.
MATHILDA
...Office #2702.
COP
Yeah... How do you know it?
MATHILDA
...I heard him saying... That's all... Thanks.
Mathilda gets away. The cop looks at her, smiling.
* * * * * * * * * *
Mathilda gets back in the hotel room. She sits on the couch, in front of the switched off television. One has never seen, nor heard her that concentrated and determined. Her face looks thirty-year-old.
Noise from the lock; she switches the television on: anime. Léon gets in, gets off his stuff. He's got a parcel. He puts it on the table. Léon is stunned by her lack of interest for the parcel.
LÉON
...It's for you... It's a gift.
No reaction. No reply.
LÉON
Would you like me to open it?
He's too excited.
...I open it!
He pulls out a small dress, flowers motif. He's very happy.
...Do you like it?
MATHILDA (harsh)
...You'd better directly buy the doll to fit in it, that would be clearer!
Léon doesn't understand. He takes the dress and checks it out for defects. She sighs and gets in the kitchen. Léon gives up. He sweetly lays the dress down on the table and switches the television off. Mathilda comes back with a lot of popcorn. She switches the television on again, sits on the couch and turns the volume up. Léon is perplexed, he doesn't speak. He gets in the bathroom for a shower. Mathilda turns the volume down. She stands up, glances at the dress, touches it by fingertips. Her face is tense. Water flows in the bathroom, but Léon is at the door's small opening and observes Mathilda. She eventually leaves the dress, switches the television off and gets to the window to look at the sunset. Léon feels bad. He silently closes the door.
* * * * * * * * * *
Mathilda sits in front of him, like in an arena.
MATHILDA (cold)
I'm sick of this, Léon.
LÉON
...You can leave whenever you want. I don't refrain you.
MATHILDA
...This is what I don't like, you see: you don't refrain me, but at the same time I can't get out!
Léon is still cleaning his weapons.
LÉON
Do you think you learned patience today?!
MATHILDA (getting nervous)
Well, I'm a poor pupil about patience?! OK?
Léon slightly smiles.
LÉON
...You stayed home, not bad. A good start.
She smiles at him and he returns.
MATHILDA
I've been out all the time, stupid!
Léon's smile disappears.
MATHILDA
I got home to get my stuff.
She pulls out a bunch of dollars and puts them on the desk.
MATHILDA
Here. Not $8,000. It is $6,800. I hope you will credit me for the missing $1,200. Furthermore, I'm going to make your work easier: the guy is Norman Stansfield. Office #2702 in the FBI building, 5th Avenue and 68th Street.
Léon is pale. Open mouth.
LÉON
And... How do you know all this?
MATHILDA (as if it's evident)
The above Norman was in my home when I was there, and I followed him, that's all.
Léon tries to keep calm.
LÉON
Are you calmly telling me you spent the day at the FBI?
She shrugs her shoulders.
MATHILDA
No! I couldn't get in! I remained outside! And why do you mind this? You've got client's name, money's on the table: it's a good contract, isn't it?
Léon looks at her, then looks at the money.
LÉON
Not taken.
MATHILDA
Why?
LÉON
Too heavy.
Mathilda thinks fast.
MATHILDA
Well... Then may you rent me your gear for the day?
LÉON
I never lend out my gear.
Blocked on every front, she sweetly starts crying.
MATHILDA
Why are you doing this to me, Léon? Why don't you take me with you for the contracts? If you teach me, we can do mine together! That would be good, wouldn't it?
Léon intensely looks at her, neither severe, nor badly. Just cold, like an iceberg.
LÉON
Mathilda, nothing is the same, after you've killed someone. Your life is changed forever. You can never cancel it, neither from your memory, nor from your criminal record... You'll never sleep again like before, Mathilda.
Mathilda dries up her tears. She's abandoned, exhausted.
MATHILDA
If you knew, Léon...! I killed one thousand in my head... And this never disturbed my sleep.
LÉON
OK... And if it's you who gets killed?
Mathilda doesn't reply.
...Then? Talking about other people's death is easy, but what about yours? She's here! She moves around you, and can get you in a thousandth of a second. Because it was your day, your hour, your second...
Mathilda looks at him. Léon gets confused.
It's written in the sky, from the beginning, you just don't know! Then someone announces you like this! Suddenly! "Did you ask yourself what time you will die?" Well, it's now! And it's too late, you've already got a bullet in your lungs! There!
He pushes her by his index finger, enough to hurt her.
LÉON
Painful, isn't it?
He pushes again.
You don't like talking about death because you're like everyone: you fear it...
LÉON
...Well, it's this fear that makes you live. It's because you fear death that you live with so much tenacity. It's because of it that you bear what's unbearable. You can live in a hovel, on lots of trash, everything is better than death and the fear you have of it.
(Pause)
MATHILDA
But me... Léon... I don't fear it any more...
They look at each other for a moment.
LÉON
It takes a long to lose it, this fear, but once you lost it... You are free... And just then you can start working properly... Because you can work on other people's fear, play with it... Because "kill or get killed" have become just words... Do you understand?
Mathilda slightly nods yes.
LÉON
...You can't pretend to make this job, until you get beyond this stage. The day you get free of this fear... Not before...
Mathilda looks at his eyes, without challenge.
MATHILDA
Léon... I have no fear... It's so.
Léon stares at her. He tries to ascertain truth in Mathilda's eyes. A long pause.
LÉON
OK...
He takes a weapon, empties the cylinder, then loads just one bullet.
...Do you know this game?
Mathilda nods yes. He turns the cylinder.
LÉON
One shot ahead... I start.
He gets the barrel to his temple so that, if the bullet explodes, blood will get out with a downward angle. He's ready. He pulls the trigger. Nothing happens.
He puts the gun in front of her.
Mathilda takes it. She looks at him with so much love he almost gets upset. She's not scared. She'd just like things to be different; maybe she'd like Léon to open his heart to her. She sighs, looks at the gun. She takes it, lifts the cock and aims the weapon at her face. She's resigned.
MATHILDA
...Love or death.
She gets the barrel in her mouth and looks at Léon. A sweat drop on Léon's front. She pulls the trigger. Nothing. She puts down the gun. Léon stands up, turns around the table and embraces her. He holds her tight. She's surprised. She kindly pushes Léon back, to look at his eyes.
MATHILDA
Am I ready?
Léon pauses, slightly smiles and nods yes. Mathilda closes her eyes, happy and relieved. She takes his hand and embraces him for a long. Léon lets her do.
* * * * * * * * * *
MORNING - A FEW DAYS LATER
Léon and Mathilda in a '50s building. Slightly luxury. Léon checks emergency exits, then gets in front of a door. He moves his hand along the door's border.
MATHILDA
What are you doing?
LÉON
I'm looking for the chain's position. Sometimes you can't see it, but you can feel it... Here.
He opens his overcoat and pulls out large shears. He pulls a chewing gum out of his mouth and squeezes it on the peephole.
LÉON
I ring and you make him open, OK?
He rings.
MATHILDA (caught slightly off-balance)
What shall I say?
LÉON
Whatever you want.
Mathilda thinks. The guy arrives behind the door.
MAN
Yes?
MATHILDA
Good morning, Mister... It's Danielle!
MAN
Huh! You made an error, baby. I don't know any Danielle.
MATHILDA
...I got lost, Mister.
MAN
Huh? Move back baby, I can't see anything.
MATHILDA
It's not me, it's dark here... and I can't find the switch.
She looks at Léon and he mimics "mean".
MATHILDA
Mister... I'm scared.
Léon thumbs up.
MAN
Huh? Don't move, baby.
Noise: the man is engaging the safety chain. Léon prepares his shears at the correct height. The man opens the door. The chain explodes. Léon already pulled out his silenced gun. The man is pressed against the wall. Mathilda looks around, takes the gum off the peephole, gets in the apartment and closes the door. Léon catches the man's throat.
LÉON
Open your mouth.
The man obeys. Léon puts the silencer in his mouth.
...If you let the gun... I pull the trigger, OK?
The man, sweaty, nods yes. Léon checks out the apartment and the man follows him like his shadow. Léon moves without paying attention to him, forgetting the man is totally concentrated to do not let the gun out of his mouth. In the living room, on the desk, syringes and the stuff for them. Léon finished checking, everything OK. They get in the bathroom.
LÉON (to Mathilda)
We get there, good.
(to the man)
Let it go.
The man is so scared he doesn't want.
...You can let it go, I said!
At last, he lets go.
...Get to the end.
The man obeys. Léon hands the gun to Mathilda.
LÉON (to Mathilda)
Go... It's your time.
She aims at him, concentrated. She signs to the man to move left. He obeys. She pulls the trigger. A dull noise. The man collapses to the the floor.
LÉON
Good... Safety, now. The second shot.
Mathilda approaches the man and shoots again. Maybe too low: a squirt of blood on her dress.
LÉON
Here it is! Look at your dress, now! How can you walk in the street, now?
He recovers his gun.
...Not a good work, this. When you shoot from this angle, you always get blood everywhere. You have to move aside and shoot with a little more angle... There... This way.
He shoots. It makes no difference to the man.
...Can you see? Look: not a drop! Come on, try.
He gives her the gun again. Mathilda moves on a side and shoots. Perfect.
LÉON
Good.
Mathilda returns the weapon. She looks for a little sign of gratitude, maybe a compliment, but Léon is hermetic.
LÉON
...Let's go.
* * * * * * * * * *
They are in a luxury restaurant.
Léon pours some champagne. Mathilda is happy. They drink. Mathilda drinks everything in one gulp, like she's used to with milk.
MATHILDA (slightly inebriated)
I thought we can't drink?
LÉON
It's true... But a first contract, it's an exception.
MATHILDA
And... May I kiss you, like in the movies, may this be an exception?
Léon's champagne goes the wrong way.
LÉON (serious)
...No.
Mathilda smiles.
MATHILDA
...Yes.
She stands up and sweetly turns around the table.
LÉON (not at ease)
Mathilda, what are you doing?
MATHILDA
...I'm going to kiss you.
LÉON
Mathilda, stop, please!
She heels on the bench, close to him.
MATHILDA
Come on, let me do. Just a kiss.
She tries to kiss him. He avoids her.
LÉON
Stop. Everyone is looking.
MATHILDA
Of course, so kiss me quickly, or they'll notice us.
Léon gives up, at last. She sweetly kisses him.
MATHILDA
Tongue, please.
Léon pushes her away, irritated.
LÉON
No, that's enough! Sit down, now.
Mathilda smiles and gets back to her seat. Good timing, the waiter arrives with their dishes. Mathilda exploits his presence to fill up again her glass with champagne. The waiter gets away. Léon grabs the champagne bottle and voids it in the ice cup.
MATHILDA
...You don't believe me, do you?
LÉON
How's that?
MATHILDA
When I say I love you.
LÉON
Mathilda, don't resume, please. ...Change subject, OK?
MATHILDA
...OK.
(pause)
I love you anyway.
LÉON
Mathilda?!
MATHILDA
OK, OK! Excuse me! How old were you when you had your first contract?
LÉON
...17.
Mathilda smiles and lifts up the glass.
MATHILDA
Beat you!
* * * * * * * * * *
ANOTHER DAY - ANOTHER APARTMENT - RAIN OUTSIDE
The building is a little more modern. They arrive in front of a door. Peephole. Chewing gum. Shears. Ring. Routine. But today nobody replies. Léon nods. Mathilda rings again. Again nothing.
LÉON (thinking at high voice)
I left him half-an-hour, after he got in... He couldn't get out from the back.
Mathilda waits. Léon puts down his shears and pulls out a crowbar.
LÉON
Stairways cover.
Mathilda pulls a gun out of her jeans and gets in position near stairways. Léon pulls out a metal plate and slides it beneath the door, breaks the lock by the crowbar. The door is virtually intact. Léon gets in, weapon at hand. Léon moves in along the corridor. Mathilda is at the entry, now.
LÉON (low voice)
Interior cover.
Mathilda gets in and closes the door behind her, by the way she pulls in the shears Léon left outside. Léon is still moving, the living room is empty. Open windows, still rain. Léon sighs.
LÉON
...Shit!! We'd found him. We waited for him to get upstairs and he got out of the window.
MATHILDA
What shall we do?
LÉON
I think.
Mathilda turns back and walks toward the corridor.
LÉON
Where are you going?
MATHILDA
Piddle.
She smiles and looks for the bathroom. She finds it and is going to get in when she sees the head of a man in the bath, walkman on. She withholds a shout and gets against the wall, without moving. She doesn't dare passing before the open door again to join Léon. In the living room, Léon still thinks.
LÉON
...Why didn't he close the window?
He looks around and sees man's overcoat, still wet. His wet shoes are on the radiator.
LÉON
...Because he didn't get out!
Léon stands up, pulls out his gun and runs toward the corridor. Mathilda, against the wall, looks up, to make him understand "it's not too soon"! Léon advances. Mathilda mimics to make him understand the bath, the walkman. Léon pulls out his personal periscope and looks into the bathroom. The man is still there, music at full blast. Léon puts away his periscope.
LÉON
He's sleeping.
He silently gets in the bathroom, followed by Mathilda. They sit down and look at the man, sleeping in the middle of his warm bath. Léon pulls out his silencer and screws it on the gun.
MATHILDA
It's cool departing this way... warm... music...
LÉON
There are better things. You see the importance of the "moment". Ten minutes early or late, he'd have seen death. He'd have suffered it. This way, he already departed. Without knowing it.
MATHILDA
...I'd like to know what he's listening to...
LÉON
...Later.
Léon lifts his gun's cock and puts the weapon in front of the man.
- Close-up: a finger pushes a lift's button.
- Close-up: red light on, lift's coming.
- Close-up: Léon's hands open a packet of chewing gums.
* * * * * * * * * *
ANOTHER BUILDING - ANOTHER DAY
Mathilda and Léon in the corridor of a banal building. Léon offers a chewing gum to Mathilda, who accepts it. She's listening to a walkman. Léon sweetly pulls the headphones off her head.
LÉON (kindly)
Mathilda, we're at work! No music, OK!
She smiles.
MATHILDA
OK... I like it. It gives me the rhythm.
He smiles. Mathilda finds the door, places her chewing gum on the peephole and gets in position for her "chat". True routine. Léon in position. Mathilda rings the doorbell.
MAN
...Yes?
MATHILDA
Excuse me, Mister... I'm looking for Mister Rubens' apartment, but it's dark out here and I got lost...
MAN
...One second.
She thumbs up, alright. Léon keeps concentrated. He hears a noise he knows. He searches in his memory. FLASH: Léon loads a Kalashnikov. Same noise. Léon catches Mathilda and literally throws her on the floor. Behind her, the door explodes with numberless impacts. The man inside empties his charger on the door. Léon threw away his shears and pulled out his shotgun. He's furious, to this extent he fears for Mathilda. He gets concentrated as he's never been. The man inside shouldn't have become that nervous. Furthermore, he goes on.
MAN
Come on, little stupid! Is it enough or want some more? Then? Come on, show me your face! Come!
MAN
Did you think you could get me by such an old trick?! The gum trick, I played it before your birth, idiot! Come on, show me your little fucking face! The gum trick! Huh! I go.
Mathilda's recovering. Léon sighs.
LÉON (to Mathilda)
When it starts this way, it's bad. You have to make it quickly, or he'll keep us here for hours with his bullshit!
Léon gets a hand under his overcoat and pulls out something.
LÉON (to the man)
Hey!... What about the ring trick... Do you know it?
MAN
The ring trick? ...Come on, little idiot! Show me your famous trick. Come on, I'm waiting! Come!
From the inside, you see a grenade rolling in the apartment.
MAN
...Shit.
The apartment explodes. Nothing more.
Léon turns toward Mathilda and shows her the ring in his hand.
LÉON
This is the ring trick.
Mathilda stupidly shakes her head: she's dismayed.
* * * * * * * * * *
TONY'S RESTAURANT
About 4pm. Restaurant is deserted, apart from Dino, who's keeping books at his usual table. An elegantly dressed man gets inside. He's forced to put away his sunglasses because of the feeble interior light. He looks nervous. He sits in front of Tony. He's a little surprised.
TONY
Tell me, there's nobody in the restaurant: you're not forced to sit at my table?
MAN (still not at ease)
...I need company.
The man pulls out his badge and hands it to Tony. He works for the FBI.
TONY
Rinaldi... Rinaldi... What region do you come from?
RINALDI
Messina.
TONY
Emilio? Due grappe!
(to Rinaldi)
...Why the hell did you come here?
He returns his badge.
RINALDI
Rightly... I came here to recover.
Rinaldi hands him a small photograph. Tony looks at it and turns it to read the notes on the back.
TONY
But... He works for your same employer?
RINALDI
Yeah, but I don't give a shit about. I trade at left, at right and that's dangerous in there...
TONY
It's a little out of the world coming to visit me this way, on mid afternoon. It really isn't the usual procedure...
RINALDI
I know... But I'm a little pressed.
Tony is perplexed.
TONY
...Who sent you?
RINALDI
Giancarlo... Rinaldi.
Tony smiles.
TONY
Is he still alive?
RINALDI
Yeah... And still in Messina. He's my uncle.
TONY
Huh? Are you Alfredo's son, then?
RINALDI
No... Dino's.
The kid didn't fall in the trap.
TONY (smiling)
...It's true... How is he, the old Dino?
RINALDI
He's died, five years ago...
TONY (saddened)
Sorry... You see what this job is, you work, you work. You don't even care visiting friends now and then...
He takes a blackboard and writes 16,000 ahead. He gives it to Rinaldi. Rinaldi reads, then writes "Is it double". Tony smiles.
TONY
Have you ever been in Messina, son?
RINALDI
Yes... Twice.
TONY
Did you fish in Messina? The "pesce spada"?
RINALDI
No...
TONY
It's a specialty down there. It's a fishing boat with a long pole in the front, near the surface. Then, near the cabin, a very tall mast with a little cabin for the lookout.
TONY
A lookout above, one below, two fishers and a captain. A lot of people, for such a small boat like that. They depart to the sea, sometimes for days, never sure they'll get something.
Rinaldi listens. Tony speaks and writes at the same time.
Sometimes, it's a lot of work for nothing. ...And then you must know that, the bigger the fish is, the older it is, the more expert it is... ...Therefore, the more difficult he is to get. You understand what I mean, son?
Rinaldi nods his head yes. Tony writes 12,000 on the blackboard.
RINALDI
I think I will get back in Messina this summer... It's too long I haven't been there.
TONY
You're right, son. You must care the links with your family, always. It's the only important thing in the world.
RINALDI
...Yeah.
He says "yes" to the phrase and to the deal. Emilio delivers two grappas. Tony gives him the photo and the blackboard. The two drink.
TONY
Salute.
RINALDI
Salute.
* * * * * * * * * *
NEW APARTMENT - DECREPIT
Léon prepares his tools. Mathilda sits on the window silk. Léon wears his overcoat.
MATHILDA (sulky)
...I preferred the hotel.
LÉON
Mathilda, hadn't you told that bullshit to the receptionist, we'd still be in the hotel, I make you notice.
MATHILDA
That wasn't bullshit, I said we love each other.
LÉON
Yeah!... Anyway, I don't like hotels. Too many people, everyone's got the key... I don't like it.
Mathilda gets even sulkier.
...I prefer apartments... Furthermore, there are always kids in a building. What about getting some friends?
MATHILDA
Friends? You're crazy! In my building, before, they only cared about drugs all day and you couldn't get one, or they only cared about video games and you couldn't get one, no more.
LÉON
You're darkening the picture, aren't you?
MATHILDA
A little...
LÉON
Is there a normal 13 or 14 year old boy?
MATHILDA
Yeah... There's a lot on TV.
Léon is slightly annoyed by Mathilda's lack of cooperation.
LÉON
Well, then watch television!
He switches on.
...I won't be long, Mathilda, OK?
MATHILDA (kind)
Why don't you take me with you?
LÉON
It's too big.
MATHILDA
Yeah... I'm just good for leftovers!
LÉON (kind)
Let me alone for a while, Mathilda, OK? My life has been changed since I met you, you know? ...I have to find back myself a little... And, last time, you really didn't pass... And I wouldn't enjoy seeing you explode against a wall...
MATHILDA
Risky business, isn't it?
LÉON
...You're young, Mathilda... You still have a chance to get out. You can't give up this chance. You have to protect it. There're a lot of things to do in life, a lot of other jobs...
MATHILDA
There are just two things I'm interested in: love and death. For the moment, I have none of the two!
Léon tries to reply, vainly.
LÉON
Mathilda... There're equally a lot of other things!
MATHILDA
Huh, really? What? Come on, I'm waiting!
Léon searches.
...Nothing, I tell you! Everything else reminds me a big yogurt: warm and rancid.
Léon laughs, she doesn't.
LÉON
No, excuse me... It's the yogurt that made me laugh.
MATHILDA
You've just to love me and I'll be the happiest woman around.
LÉON
Yeah, I know! But for the moment you're not yet a woman. So, be patient... I need time... And you too. You have to grow up.
MATHILDA
I don't grow up any more. I just get older.
Léon sighs. He takes his case and gets out.
LÉON
I won't be long. Two days at most, promised.
He closes the door. Mathilda remains sad, at her window.
* * * * * * * * * *
RAIN ON THE CITY - MATHILDA'S BORED
SERIES OF SHORT SEQUENCES
- She's on the window silk and looks at the the flowing water that will temporarily clean the city.
- She smokes a cigarette.
- She opens the double bass.
- She assembles and disassembles a Uzi, last model.
- She watches television, falls on her head, embedded in her soft chair. She eventually switches off, at this extent the programme bored her.
- She finishes her syrup peaches, while listening to music.
- She shoots some self-portraits by her polaroid, mandatory grimace.
* * * * * * * * * *
NO MORE RAIN - SUN RAYS OVER THE CITY
Mathilda is at a public phone.
MATHILDA
...Good day, Madam, may I talk with Jenny, please?
JENNY
Yes?
MATHILDA (smiling)
...It's Mathilda.
JENNY
HEY!! But what did you do?! What happened?? It's months you've disappeared. Everyone thinks you got killed, at school, above all since some FBI guys got to school and asked a lot of questions about you!
MATHILDA (surprised and proud)
Huh?... Did they ask you any questions?
JENNY
Yeah, pal! And I didn't say anything, I said I don't know you. But do you know what she said, that stupid Raphaella?
MATHILDA
No?
JENNY
She told them you wanted her things and she wasn't surprised that police looked for you! Can you believe it?!
MATHILDA
Asshole. But she won't miss anything, that. You'll see.
JENNY
Good, what are you going to do? Do you come back?
MATHILDA
No... I can't... I got tired. I want to live my way.
JENNY (surprised)
...Did you leave alone?
MATHILDA (smiling)
...No.
Jenny shouts.
JENNY
YEAH! I was sure! Come on, tell me! I know him?
MATHILDA
No.
JENNY
Come on, shit, tell me! Is he handsome?
MATHILDA (moved)
...Yes, I think.
JENNY
I can't believe it! "Yes, I think"... How she kids me! I can't believe it! And did he pass your threshold or not?
MATHILDA
...What?
JENNY
Well... Did you sleep with him or not?
MATHILDA
No... Not yet. He's very shy... and very sensitive.
JENNY
...Good... But what's special in him?
MATHILDA
...I don't know... It's true he touches me. I love him.
Tears slide down along Mathilda's cheeks.
I'll miss you, Jenny.
She softly puts down the receiver. Sun recovers. City is yellow.
* * * * * * * * * *
TONY'S RESTAURANT
The old Tony at his usual table. Three little boys in front of him. Their hands on their eyes.
TONY
Don't peep, OK? Attention...
Emilio arrives and puts down a chocolate cake with five candles on it.
TONY
You can look now!
The boys shout with joy. Stansfield now gets in the restaurant with six men. Tony immediately stiffens. Stansfield blows out the candles and leans toward the children with a stupid smile.
STANSFIELD
Happy birthday!
Without smiling, he signs one of his men to regroup the kids with Emilio. The children obey. As if they feel it's not the moment to bother. Tony doesn't oppose.
TONY
You'd better talk good, son, because, for the moment, I've got a quite bad opinion about you.
Norman smiles.
STANSFIELD
I respect your business, Mister Tony. Every time we asked your help, we were very happy with the result. It's right that this makes me nervous, now. I hope you'll excuse my temporary bad mood.
TONY
Then...
STANSFIELD (to one of his men)
Take me the pig!
One takes in the young Rinaldi who had visited Tony. His face is made swell, unrecognizable.
STANSFIELD
Do you recognize him?
TONY
...Even his mother wouldn't.
Stansfield looks at Rinaldi.
STANSFIELD
You're right.
He pulls out his gun and kills him. Like one kills an insect. Tony strongly stiffens. Emilio looks after the children.
STANSFIELD
I've got an offer for you: you keep your $12,000, you call back your shitful cleaner and you tell him the contract is cancelled. You see, the man to be killed is my boss, and I'd be really sorry with losing him because he's a good boss. He lets me work like I wish... It's fine. And $12,000 to do nothing isn't bad, is it?
Tony is really disturbed.
TONY
Listen son, you know as well as me this kind of hitmen: they come from nowhere, get the contract and disappear. They're lonely, worse than wolves.
STANSFIELD
May we have this wolf's name and address?
TONY
These guys have no place. They change virtually everyday. And his name... It's a surname.
Stansfield pauses. He stares at Tony.
STANSFIELD (to his right hand)
Take me the children...
Tony closes his eyes. Stansfield puts his gun on the table. Children make a row in front of the table.
STANSFIELD
...Come on, I do you a favour. Tell me which is the one you love least. I'll kill him first.
Tony slightly sighs.
TONY
You know, boy, I know their parents very well; I think they won't appreciate your sense of humour.
STANSFIELD (falsely naive)
Huh, really?
TONY (serious)
If you touch them, you'll have all the hitmen of the city on your ass!
STANSFIELD (pause)
...You're right. It's a little risky.
Stansfield takes his gun and kills Emilio.
STANSFIELD
It's good he had no family. Come on, speak, now!
Tony is petrified. Children shout and get under the table.
STANSFIELD
Or else, I'll have to ruin this birthday.
TONY (surrendering)
...Léon... Leone MONTANA. I know he's in a small hotel in Noho... But I don't know where... Houston Street, I think... I can't tell you more... Even if you kill all the neighborhood.
Stansfield puts away his gun and stands up.
STANSFIELD
Thanks, Tony. Justice will be grateful for your precious collaboration.
He points at Emilio's corpse.
...Would you like me to call the police, for this little incident?
Tony looks down, then shakes his head no. Stansfield smiles.
STANSFIELD
Good!
The group gets out. Children get in Tony's arms.
* * * * * * * * * *
NEW BUILDING
Mathilda sits at stairways' end, in front of a long corridor and a small court. Five kids, about 13-year-old, play baseball in the corridor.
HE BOSS
You're the new one on 5th?
Mathilda nods yes.
THE BOSS
Shall we explain her everything, OK? This will avoid misunderstandings.
Mathilda waits, curious.
(to Mathilda)
You can't sit here like that.
MATHILDA
Huh? Why?
THE BOSS
Because you have to pay. It's like parking meters: if you stay, you pay. It's the rule...
MATHILDA
...And how much is it?
THE BOSS
Ten dollars... A month.
Mathilda looks at them and pulls out a roll of $100 notes.
MATHILDA
Got change for 100?
The kid is impressed but tries not to show.
THE BOSS (playing serious)
...Wait, Poly's the treasurer.
(to Poly)
Poly, have you got change for 100?
POLY (shrugging his shoulders)
Why do you ask me? You know I haven't a dollar!
Mathilda saves his face. She hands him the note.
MATHILDA
...It's not serious... It means I pay ten months in advance.
The kid takes the money, perplexed.
THE BOSS
...OK... Good.
MATHILDA
Can I sit on the stairways now?
THE BOSS
Huh... Yeah, yeah... Of course.
Everyone is surprised by Mathilda's calm.
A KID
...Would you like a cigarette?
MATHILDA
Yes... Thanks.
Another kid lights it. The last one pulls out a bottle of whiskey.
THE KID
A little draught?
MATHILDA
No thanks... Never alcohol.
* * * * * * * * * *
LATER - IN THE COURT
The kids and Mathilda play baseball. The ball gets to Mathilda. A little too fast: she avoids it.
THE BOSS (shouting)
Huh! Mathilda, bitch! Run! Run!
Mathilda runs, gets the ball and launches it very awkwardly. The boss is furious.
...Bitch! You're really nil! Come on, get away! Get back to your stairways!
Mathilda abandons the game, oppressed.
THE BOSS
You fear a ball?! I can't believe it!! Gals!... Come on, let's play, not a game for gals!
Mathilda stands up, this time she's really annoyed. She gets upstairs. She opens the violin and takes a gun. Downstairs, kids have a pause.
THE BOSS
Good, let's have a break, five minutes. Poly? Cigarettes.
Mathilda joins back the kids downstairs.
MATHILDA
Look, the fearful's got a game for you.
She pulls out the gun, opens the cylinder.
...You can show me your balls! Russian roulette, you know?
* * * * * * * * * *
IN FRONT OF MATHILDA'S BUILDING
Police line. Two cops guard. Open ambulance waiting for its load. Léon arrives by cab. He immediately realizes something happened. Mathilda. He's worried about her. He gets off the cab. He stammers something to the first cop.
LÉON
...I live in here...
He breaks through. At the end of the corridor, near the stairways, a little corpse, covered by a white sheet. Blood at one end. Two male nurses easily lift the corpse and lay it down on the stretcher. Léon's scared by that sheet, that little corpse. He lifts one end. Big sport shoes. Far from Mathilda's small feet. He's going to climb upstairs, but a cop blocks him.
COP
No entry for the moment.
LÉON
I live in here.
The cop puts a hand on Léon's chest to stop him.
COP
When I say no entry, I mean "no entry".
He said this with a bad tone. Léon stares at him.
IN THE APARTMENT
A plain clothes detective sits in front of Mathilda, who's crying on her couch. Evidently, the cop's waiting for her to stop crying, for interrogation. He looks at his wristwatch. Another two cops calmly, sweetly check out the apartment. Routine. They pass by the double bass without opening it. Léon gets in. She jumps in his arms. He's relieved. She cries with joy.
LÉON (sweet)
Come on, it's over, I'm here.
MATHILDA (in tears)
You mustn't leave me, Léon... I do stupid things, when you're not here.
LÉON
I'm here, I'll never leave you again, Mathilda, never. I swear.
MATHILDA
I love you so much, Léon.
LÉON
I love you too, and I don't want to lose you.
The cop is really stunned by Léon's arrival.
COP
Can I have a word with you, Mister? Are you her father?
Léon signs him "stop". The cop is slightly annoyed by such an authority.
LÉON (to Mathilda, sweetly)
What did you do? What happened? Tell me.
He caresses her hair. She's calming down.
MATHILDA
...Well... The kids. They didn't want me to play baseball. They said I'm a fearful gal.
The cop listens, interested.
LÉON
Poor darling, and then?
MATHILDA
Well... I proposed them to play roulette... Like we played...
She resumes crying.
...And I lost.
He takes her in his arms. The cop is stunned.
LÉON
Don't cry, Mathilda, please. Take.
(hanky)
Prepare your case and we get away for a while, OK? We change neighborhood! Come on, go, I wait, OK?
COP (determined)
Mister? I'd like seeing your papers.
Léon already pulled out his gun and showed his identity. Thrice.
LÉON
Come on, prepare your stuff, we move in a much calmer place, you'll see. Near the country.
Léon doesn't care he just killed three cops.
Mathilda puts her polaroid and her teddy bear in her sack. A photo falls on the ground. They leave the apartment. No more double bass. Just violin and sack. While going downstairs, one realizes how difficult Léon's climb was: killed cops on virtually every floor. They get out through the backdoor.
Léon and Mathilda, holding each other's hand, walk across the city. Sun's tired. City's orange.
* * * * * * * * * *
It's almost night when Stansfield and his men arrive in front of Léon and Mathilda's building. In the apartment, three corpses covered by white sheets. Police commander on place. STANSFIELD gets in.
COMMANDER (nervous)
...What are you doing in here?
Stansfield checks out the apartment.
STANSFIELD
...I've been following the guy for a while.
STANSFIELD finds the forgotten polaroid photo. STANSFIELD is perplexed, then recognizes the girl.
COMMANDER
May I know this typhoon's name?
STANSFIELD
...Léon.
* * * * * * * * * *
Léon's having a shower. Face in his hands. Evidently, he's trying to recover.
New apartment's door opens, after a few knocks that look like a code. Mathilda gets in. Léon quickly moves in the bathroom. His hand approaches a gun.
LÉON
Mathilda?
Mathilda passes before the bathroom's door and scratches it without stopping.
MATHILDA
Yes... Allright.
She gets in the room and unpacks her things, including cosmetics. She gets close to the window and starts making up herself.
Léon in a towel, small for his size. He gets in the living room.
LÉON
Mathilda?
MATHILDA (out of scene)
Yes.... I'm arriving.
Léon gets to the window and looks out. Something changed in Léon. He's tired by all this, maybe. He sits on the chair. Mathilda's walkman is on. He hesitates, then eventually puts on the headphones. It's a sweet, almost classical music. Very beautiful, like the arriving Mathilda. She wears the dress Léon offered her, she is made up. She looks 20-year-old. Léon's mouth is open. She smiles and heels down before him. He gets off the headphones.
LÉON
What's going on?
MATHILDA (surprised)
Nothing... Why?
LÉON
Well... I don't know, suddenly, the makeup... All this... How are you? Are you OK?
MATHILDA
Of course! I'm fine! I put on your beautiful dress, I slightly made up... I tried to get beautiful! Don't you like it?
LÉON (shy)
...Yes.
MATHILDA
So say it!
LÉON (pause)
...I like it...
Mathilda smiles and stands up. She gets in the kitchen. Léon feels weird, like he was falling in a trap, without being able to do anything. Mathilda comes back with a glass of milk she hands to Léon. She lowers the tents to dim the strong sunlight. Mathilda heels down in front of him. Léon doesn't dare moving any more.
MATHILDA
...Don't you drink?
LÉON
I prefer waiting for a while... I feel it would go the wrong way.
Mathilda takes the glass from his hands and drinks half. She passes her tongue along her lips to dry up the milk. Léon looks at her, like a child in front of a candy. She returns his milk. Mathilda looks like a calm cat.
MATHILDA (sweetly)
I love you, Léon... Totally. It's the first time I feel it that strong. It's also the first time I trust a man. I trust you.
She caresses his hand.
...I love your hands...
(pause)
Léon... in your hands... I'd like you to be my first lover.
Léon retracts his hand and finishes the milk. He looks at Mathilda with as much sadness as happiness. By a fingertip, Mathilda takes the milkdrop on Léon's lips and gets it in her mouth. Léon is going to cry.
LÉON (feeling bad)
...I can't, Mathilda... I can't.
MATHILDA (with a sad smile)
...Have you got a girlfriend?
LÉON
...No...
MATHILDA
...Don't you like me?
LÉON (sincerely)
...Yes...
(pause)
...You're the most beautiful, Mathilda.
Mathilda looks relieved by these magic words. She puts her face on Léon's lap, who caresses her hair.
MATHILDA
You know, girls think about their first boyfriend for a long time... I imagined him with grizzled hair, elegant... A little like Georgia's father. Georgia is a classmate of mine... Kinda guy makes you feel safe! Cool, isn't it?
Léon nods yes, without really knowing what he's saying "yes" to.
My mates told me the first time they made love was awful. They had pain everywhere, afterwards... But that's because they made it with men they didn't love. In fact, they just did it to show off, at the beginning. Later, they liked it. ...Like cigarettes.
Léon closes his eyes. Kind of pain on his face.
MATHILDA
How many girlfriends did you have?
LÉON
...I don't know.
MATHILDA
Well... 1... 2... 10... 100... 1000? How many, approximately?
LÉON
...Mathilda, I don't feel like talking about this.
MATHILDA
Why? Did you have too many and you fear it may shock me? I won't get shocked. I'm used to this! My father was a real pig. He fucked the bitch I'd as mother all around the apartment. Whenever a door was closed, you could be sure they were having sex behind it! And my sister, if you didn't sleep with her, you're the building's exception!
LÉON
Stop, Mathilda! Don't talk like that!
Mathilda's going to cry.
MATHILDA
I talk because you don't talk, Léon. I declare my love and you say nothing. That's why I'm nervous and I can't stop talking. Tell me you love me, or you don't love me, or you love someone else. ...But tell me something.
Léon tries to recover, before speaking.
LÉON
...I had a girlfriend... A long time ago. Before coming here, in my country. I was 14-year-old... We flirted like kids... Her father didn't want her to meet me. My family was not very respectable.
MATHILDA
Then? You didn't give a shit about her father, didn't you? You met anyway?
Léon pauses for a long, then nods yes.
LÉON
...He killed her, a bullet in her head...
Mathilda is stunned.
MATHILDA
...That's awful. I hope you killed, that asshole?
LÉON
...Yes. The day he got out of jail. I allowed him to make ten steps... Not more. And bang. Two hundred meters. By telescope. That night, I left my country and came here, to join my father, who worked for Tony. ...I was 17. Since then, I've never left the city... And never had another girlfriend...
Léon sweetly looks at her.
...You see, I wouldn't be a good lover, Mathilda.
MATHILDA
Léon, I don't know life very much... I just know I love you... And love is stronger than anything else.
Léon is more and more nervous, like a child.
LÉON
Maybe... Sure... But... I'm scared, Mathilda.
Léon cries. Mathilda caresses his face.
MATHILDA
Don't fear, Léon. You mustn't fear love, when it's this beautiful.
She caresses his chest.
I want you to be the first to touch me... The first to make love with me. Nobody before you.
She stands up and modestly gets off her briefs without taking off her dress. Léon cries, unable to oppose her. Mathilda is too young, but she's also too beautiful and lovely and sweet and tender... She sweetly, very sweetly, gets on him.
LÉON (crying)
Why me, Mathilda, why me?
Mathilda leans over to speak in his ear.
MATHILDA
...Because you deserve it, Léon...
Léon embraces her. He's full of happiness, shame, so many emotions, he can't control very well. But, hell, how beautiful it is seeing them sweetly making love.
* * * * * * * * * *
MORNING
A beautiful morning, like one wishes everyone to be. Léon in the bed. It's the first time one sees him in a bed and, furthermore, he sleeps. By his side, on a small table, a gun. You never know. On the other side, Mathilda looks at him, smiling, because he's almost nice while he sleeps. She starts moving to stand up. Léon abruptly wakes up. His hand reaches for the gun. He sees Mathilda and the room. Mathilda puts a hand on his chest and kindly forces him to lay down.
MATHILDA
Did you sleep well?
LÉON
...I never really sleep.
Mathilda smiles.
MATHILDA
Huh, yes? I forgot! ...When you fake sleeping, you'd better not snore!
LÉON (trapped)
...I snore?
MATHILDA
Like a baby!
She stands up and wears jeans.
MATHILDA
I go get some milk for breakfast... I come back.
She kisses him.
...I love you, Léon.
Léon is shy.
LÉON
You... You knock the code, when you come back, OK?
MATHILDA
Yes.
LÉON
Three times, then two times.
She nods her head yes. She tenderly looks at him.
MATHILDA
May I ask you a personal question?
LÉON
...Yes.
MATHILDA
What do you do, with the money you make?
LÉON
Nothing, for the moment.
MATHILDA
Maybe it's the time to do something, isn't it?
LÉON
Yeah, what?
MATHILDA
I don't know... Getting far away, the two of us, for example... And forgetting all this...
LÉON (pause)
...Far... Where?
Mathilda smiles.
MATHILDA
I'm gonna buy a globe, you'll see. Bronx isn't even marked, so much the rest is big.
She walks toward the door.
...Think...
Mathilda gets out. Léon relaxes himself in the bed. He shyly opens his arms and learns how to exploit a bed.
* * * * * * * * * *
INSIDE THE BUILDING
Mathilda comes back with her milk. She gets out of the lift and a hand covers her mouth.
The man is member of a SWAT team: bullet-proof jacket, gloves, and Uzi at hand. He's not alone. They're seven.
THE BOSS (low voice)
From here on out, you don't make a sound and reply by nodding yes or shaking your head no, you got it?
Mathilda nods yes. She learns quickly.
THE BOSS
Is he alone?
"Yes" from Mathilda.
THE BOSS
Does he expect you?
"Yes" from Mathilda.
THE BOSS
Have you got the apartment's keys?
"Yes" from Mathilda. She hands him the keys.
THE BOSS
Is there a code, a way of knocking on the door or something?
"Yes" from Mathilda. She approaches her hand to the wall: two knocks, three knocks, two knocks. Wrong code. The boss is satisfied anyway. He signs the group, they get in position. Mathilda in a corner, a man remains with her.
MAN
Don't fear.
MATHILDA
I have no fear.
The first three cops are in position. The leader is nervous. Everyone is ready. He knocks the code on the door. Reply isn't late. Inside, a classical music starts. Cops get in, one by one, commando style. From the corridor, one clearly sees apartment's open door, and one clearly sees also the hand above the door, that sweetly closes.
In the corridor, the other cops have no time. They hear the slaughter in progress: shouts and shots, for twenty seconds. Then door opens again. Three corpses in the apartment's corridor. The man with Mathilda uses his walkie-talkie.
MAN
Shit! We need reinforcements! Maximum! Come on!
Mathilda puts a hand in her parcel and pulls out a gun she keeps along her body. On the door's side, a small reflection. It's Léon's periscope, checking the other three cops' progression. Two of them progress behind armoured shields. Suddenly, Léon's voice breaks the silence.
LÉON (shouting)
Mathilda? ...Now.
Léon appears from nowhere and empties his Kalashnikov in the corridor. The three cops don't shoot for a long. Mathilda lifts her arm, kills the cop at lower landing and aims at the cop who kept her.
LÉON (loud)
Mathilda?!
She appears in the corridor, her hostage before her, still her milk with her. Léon is relieved.
LÉON
Don't expose your back! Turn!
Mathilda obeys and walks backwards. She needs her hostage for protection and he remains in front of her. Léon covers her from the apartment. A group of cops, a dozen, gets upstairs.
Léon breaks the fire equipment niche's glass, unrolls the pipe in the corridor, throws the axe into the apartment and opens the water at full pressure. The pipe twists and beats all around the corridor. Léon shoots. Reply is immediate. Fortunately, Mathilda is behind her hostage, his bullet-proof jacket is insufficient. Léon and Mathilda get back in the apartment and close the door, leaving the hostage crucified on it.
Mathilda is nervous. Léon is concentrated.
MATHILDA
Why did you unleash the pipe, I don't know?
LÉON
It will take them five minutes! How long ago did they arrive?
MATHILDA
I don't know... Five minutes.
LÉON
Good! Snipers can't be in position.
Léon gets close to the wall and gets rid of the tents, allowing light to explode. Window explodes too: they shoot like never before.
LÉON
...Ten minutes at least... Not five.
In the corridor, cops eventually catch the pressurized pipe and close the water. On all fours, Léon and Mathilda get in the kitchen. He gets the axe and the violin case by the way. Mathilda is more and more nervous. Léon is more and more concentrated.
MATHILDA
How shall we get out now, Léon?
LÉON
Let me work. We'll get out, I tell you!
He shoots at the dustbin duct and makes it explode. He enlarges the hole by axe. Léon throws in the duct his overcoat, his sack's content, and his violin (grenades, weapons, etc...). Mathilda then throws in her teddy bear and polaroid.
In the corridor, sand bags are becoming a wall, armoured shields and cops multiply. A cop gets in position with a rocket-launcher and shoots. The door explodes and smoke floods the interior.
Léon helps Mathilda to get into the duct. She's half in when she seems to realize something.
MATHILDA
But... Léon? You'll never get in it! It's barely big enough for me!?
LÉON (smiling)
I know, my love!
Mathilda starts crying.
MATHILDA
No! I don't want to leave you!!
LÉON
Mathilda, listen!
MATHILDA
No, no! I don't want to go! I don't want!
He rudely takes her face in his hands.
LÉON
Listen to me, shit! We've got no chance to get out together! Alone, I will get out! Trust me! I'm in perfect shape, Mathilda, now! I slept well! I love you! I'm happy! And I thought! I'll get all the money Tony keeps for me and we'll leave, OK? Together! We'll leave tomorrow.
MATHILDA
You say it just to calm me down!
LÉON
Not at all, Mathilda! I tell you because it's true! You'll buy the globe you told me about and you will choose, OK? We'll go where you want! I swear, you'll see, Mathilda!!
He kisses all over her face. Mathilda is a little confused.
LÉON
Come on, go! Don't let them find you! I finish this work and we meet at Tony's, OK? Spread your arms to do not fall too fast. So, good. At Tony's! One hour or two, OK? I love you, Mathilda!
He kisses her again.
MATHILDA
I love you too, my darling.
He pushes her. She disappears in the duct. Léon pushes his back against the hall and dries up his tears. He shouts: terrifying.
In the corridor, three first line cops progress with gas masks; they decide to get in through the destroyed door.
Mathilda gets in the trash bin. She carefully looks out: nobody around. She gets out and recovers some weapons.
APARTMENT
A wounded cop, mask on his face, gets out of the apartment and out of the smoke cloud.
He's therefore protected and taken over by another cop. He accompanies him a little farther.
A BOSS
Get downstairs, guy, get down!
He slaps him on his shoulder. The wounded cop obeys and gets to the lower floor. He's someway surprised when he realizes the stairs are literally full of cops everywhere. The wounded cop passes by his colleagues and gets down. Cops everywhere, sandbags. It looks like a trench warfare. He didn't yet pull his mask off. One makes him sit on a bench and starts pulling off his mask. A doctor comes in and checks out cop's arm. He pulls off his mask. It's Léon.
DOCTOR
It's deep. You'd better get down to the ambulance, they'll care for you properly.
A cop chief doesn't recognize Léon.
CHIEF
3rd precinct? ...A mess up there, isn't it.
Léon nods yes.
DOCTOR
Let him breathe five minutes!!
(to Léon)
Would you like me to take you down?
Léon shakes his head no.
LÉON
Let me put my mask on. I breathe better with it.
DOCTOR
Yeah, right. Get down and wait for ten minutes. I'll get to check you, OK?
LÉON
OK.
The chief gets away. Everything seems to work properly. There's just one thing Léon didn't notice: it's STANSFIELD's right hand, climbing upstairs, who identifies him and gets back down. Mathilda got out. She observes, from a corner, the movements in the street. Police cars and ambulances all around.
IN THE APARTMENT
A cop's checking out the apartment, he pushes kitchen's door and a grenade falls to his feet. The explosion shakes the whole corridor. Cops crowd it. Below, Léon exploits the moment to stand up and discreetly walk downstairs. Floor after floor without problems.
SLOW MOTION
Behind him, unheard and unseen, STANSFIELD follows him. STANSFIELD rises his arm. A gun at hand. The gun aims at Léon's back of the neck.
Léon advances and can see just the lightful exit, synonym of freedom. But his vision gradually gets paler and the image tilts, without noise. The image is now completely inclined and gets paler and paler. Overexposed image, then suddenly: BLACK. Léon's died. Without even realizing it. Mathilda is still observing. Stansfield's right hand gets out of the building and lifts an arm to the sky. He wants everyone's attention.
RIGHT HAND
It's alright! We got him! It's over!
Some cops clap, others whistle. Mathilda leans on the wall and cries. Stansfield is in the corridor, near Léon, officers are congratulating him.
CHIEF
Shit! Never seen anything like this before!
ANOTHER
He almost fucked me, furthermore!
STANSFIELD
He killed Richmond, my boss, two days ago... And Rinaldi too! We've been on him for months.
A chief slaps on his shoulder, but he's embittered, he lost many men too.
CHIEF
Nice shot.
SLOW MOTION
Mathilda appears. She wears Léon's large overcoat. A silenced gun at hand. Her face is harsh and immobile like never before. In front of the building's entry, two cops look at her, stunned. This will be their last expression. She gets in the corridor. At the end, STANSFIELD laughs together with his colleagues. Mathilda advances until the white sheet on the ground. She crouches down, lifts one end. Léon's got blood everywhere, but his expression is sweet and relaxed. Mathilda caresses his cheeks.
A man tips on STANSFIELD's back. The group turns and sees the little girl crouched near the corpse. Mathilda kisses Léon's mouth and stands up. She leaves her gun on the floor.
She looks at STANSFIELD, straight in his eyes, with a big smile. STANSFIELD doesn't understand. Mathilda pulls her hand out of a pocket and launches something to him. STANSFIELD catches the object. It's a metal ring. STANSFIELD understands less and less.
Mathilda opens her overcoat: inside, a dozen of grenades everywhere. One lacks its ring.
STANSFIELD UNDERSTANDS EVERYTHING.
COMPLETE, ENORMOUS, ABSOLUTE EXPLOSION
The shockwave shakes everyone in the street. Still in slow motion, thousands of debris fall on the street. A rain which is even sadder than usual.
THE END
[ Translator's note: I dedicate this someway illegal, likely inaccurate, sure undemanding work of mine to the true genius who CREATED it in first place. But, please, let me consecrate it also to the angel who showed me dreams CAN get true: je t'aimerai pour toujours, Diane, mon ange. N'importe où tu est allé. ]