柯德莉藍的海

by Nenad Jovanovic

Sources: "Leon" - Widescreen Edition (English, Approx. Running Time: 106 mins.)
"Leon" (ordered at www.fnac.fr; English with French subtitles, Approx. Running Time: 128 mins)
"Leon - Der Profi" (German, Approx. Running Time: 127 mins)
Sound files and videos from the WWW

DC - These scenes appear only in the Director's Cut (sometimes called "Integral Version")
NC - This short sequence is said to be part of a so-called "New Cut" - not part of German Director's Cut 

 ["A Bird In New York"]
 [Intro: streets of New York, Little Italy, "Supreme Macaroni Co."] 
Tony: [lights a cigarette]
Allora, come stai, Leone?
Leon: Bene.
Tony: [stubbing it out] 
Okay, okay. Let's talk business. 
[pushes a photo towards Leon] 
This fat bastard is trying to move in on Maurizio's business. Now you know, Maurizio 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?
Leon: Yeah, I'm free Tuesday. 
[drinks up a glass of milk, takes the photo]

 ["Fatman"]
 [Fatman and his bodyguards enter a hotel]
Receptionist: Nice to see you again, Mr. Jones.
 [nobody answers, they move on to an apartment on the 20th floor] 
 
 
 
 Fatman: [to one of his men] 
Remember, neatness counts. You got one half hour. 
[sees a woman waiting for him] 
Aah.. one hour.
 [a shadow falls upon the receptionist, Fatman is contacted via walkie-talkie]
Fatman: Yeah, what?
Tonto:  [a gun pointing at his face] 
This' Tonto downstairs. There's a guy who wants to talk to you.
Fatman: What's he look like?
Tonto:  ..Serious. 
Leon:  Tell him I'm coming up.
Tonto: He's coming up.
 [silenced gunshot]
Fatman: Somebody's coming up. Somebody serious.
Bodyguard: [to the walkie-talkie] 
Mickey, open your eyes, we got company.
 [bodyguards check the stairway]
BG Chief: We got company. 
[notices the activated elevator, motions to his men] 
Come on. 
 [take position in front of the elevator, shoot as soon as the door opens]
BG Chief: Stop! Stop men!
 [look at Tonto's lifeless body]
Fatman: Tonto..
BG Chief: Tell the driver to wait for us out back, and hurry up.
[checks the elevator, hears a silenced gunshot coming from the stairway; is pulled down by Leon as he bends over the banisters]
Mickey: [checks another stairway after his monitor fails]
Blond Babe: Hey sweety, what's going on?
Fatman: [quickly collecting money from a drawer]
Don't worry baby. It's cool. Take a nap.
 [Mickey gets hung by Leon]
Fatman: [sees Mickey on the monitor]
Oh my god. Those fuckers blocked both of the exits.
[runs through the apartment in panic]
Check the terrace!
 [three remaining bodyguards get shot on the terrace behind the shade]
Fatman: Hey! Yo!
[Leon peers through a hole in the shade; Fatman wildly fires at him with his machine gun; runs through the apartment, finds the back door blocked, takes a phone and calls the police]
Service: 911 emergency.
Fatman: I need help! Somebody's trying to kill me!
Service: Alright, just stay on the line, I'll just be off for a moment... Sir, I'm gonna connect you with an officer.
Fatman: Okay.
[surprised by Leon, who places a knife at his throat]
Officer: Detective Jefferson, may I help you?
Fatman: I'll call you back.
[hangs up]
Hey, relax man. I've got half of Bolivia sitt'n in those suitcases over there. Ha'n even been cut yet. Alright, take it, 'ts yours.
Leon: [takes out a piece of paper]
Dial this number.
Fatman: [obeys]
Blond Babe: [frightened, trying to look friendly]
I'll talk to you later sweety, okay?
[leaves the room]
Fatman: Hello?
Maurizio:  [on the phone]
This' Maurizio. Remember me? I see you're back in town?
Fatman: Yeah - No, I mean no. Just for the day.
Maurizio:  Aha. So it's safe to say today's your last day in town and we'll never see your fat fucking face again.
Fatman: Yeah.. right.
Maurizio:  Let me speak to our mutual friend.
Fatman: He wants to talk to you.
Leon: [takes the phone]
Yes.
Maurizio:  Make sure he understands, and let him go. 
[hangs up]
 [sirens in the background]
Leon: Do you understand?
Fatman: [nods]
Leon:  So say it.
Fatman: I-I understand.
Leon: Good.
[returns the phone to him, disappears]
Fatman: [paralyzed for a few seconds, relieved]
Jesus.. 
 

Leon: [in the subway; getting milk from a shop]
Clerk: Ah, amigo! Two milk as usual, eh?
 ["Ballad For Mathilda"]
 [Leon enters the apartment building]
Mathilda: [puts the cigarette down when she sees Leon coming]
Hi.  
Leon:  [turns around]
Why did you hide the cigarette?
Mathilda:  This building is full of rats. I don't want the old man to find out. Got enough problems.
Leon: [notices a bruise on her face; she slightly bends forward, covering it with her hair]
What happened?
Mathilda: I fell off my bike.
Leon: [leaving]
Mathilda: Hey. Don't tell my dad about the cigarette, okay?
Leon: [stops, then walks on]
 [Stansfield comes out from an apartment, listening to some music; Mathilda throws the cigarette  away; Leon shuts the door (6D) behind him]
Father: [upset] 
I don't know how it happened, I mean what's my job? I'm just a holder, I hold the stuff just like you give it to me. I don't look at it, I don't touch it, I don't even know how to cut it.
Malky: Try to follow me. In June, we gave you the dope, it tests a hundred percent pure. Now its July, we pick up the dope, and it tests ninety percent pure. Now somewhere between June and July ten percent turned to cut.
Father: I don't know, that's none of my business, I'm just a holder. You give me the stuff, I 
hold the stuff, that's all I know.
Malky: Hey look, you know, I'm trying to help you outta here. But, you know, if you're gonna be hard-assed about it, I gotta disturb him. Now let me tell ya: When he's into his music, he hates being disturbed.
Father: I'm telling the truth!
Malky: I hope so. Because he's got a talent for sniffing out a lie. It's scary, it's almost like a sixth sense. Now you're gonna change your tune, or I gotta bust into his. 
Father: I'm telling you the truth.
Malky: [giving up]
Alright. 
[nervous]
Stan.. Stan, I, I'm sorry, h-he said he didn't cut the dope.
Stansfield: Oh.
[turns around with a sick expression; approaches Mathilda's father, sniffs at him, pats his head]
Of course he didn't.
[embraces him]
Just do me a favor. Find out who did, for tomorrow, noon.
[leaves with Malky]
Father: Malky, hey, wait! Hey, I didn't cut your shit! Find out yourself!
[to Mathilda]
What the hell're you doing out here? Get inside and do your homework.
Mathilda: I did it already.
Father: Oh yeah? 
[slaps her face] 
So you can get inside and help your sister clean up the goddamned house! And stop smoking cigarettes!
 [Mathilda runs into the apartment, shuts the door] 
 ["Leon The Cleaner"]
 [Leon closes his peep-hole, moves his plant away from the window, closes it; takes off his cap,  glasses, coat; takes a shower, sits in front of a glass of milk, irons, cleans the plant, goes to sleep in a chair]

 [next morning in Mathilda's apartment]
Mathilda: [in the background her half-sister's fitness channel can be heard] 
Time's up, my turn now.
Sister:  Change the channel, and I'll smash your face.
 [Leon making sit-ups] 
 
 

 Mother: [her husband runs into the door she just opened]
Sorry, sweetheart.
 [Mathilda embraces her brother, who just got up; Mother pats their heads]
Mother: [to Sister] 
Sweetheart, turn that down, mom has got a headache.
Mathilda: She took my turn.
Sister: She just wants to watch these goddamned cartoons, it wouldn't hurt her to move her ass a bit.
Mathilda: I'm not the one with the fat ass around here.
Mother: Can someone who's doing nothing all day but watching cartoons move her little ass and go get some food?
Sister: Don't dare say that again.
 [Leon still making sit-ups]
Father: Margie, I think I screwed up.
Mother: [putting on lipstick]
It wouldn't be the first time, I mean you always come up with something, right?
Father: Yeah, but I think I went a little too far this time.
[embracing her from behind and kissing her neck]
Mother: I think you're going a little too far right now. I'm gonna be late for work.
Father: How about working at home today?
 [Mathilda switches to the cartoon channel, runs away]
Mathilda: She's gonna hit me!
 [opens the door to the bathroom, surprises her parents]
Father: Shut the goddamned door!
 [Sister shuts it, hits Mathilda with the remote control] 
Sister: Fucking bitch.
[returns to her training]
 [Mathilda leaning against the wall; the phone rings]
Father: Hey, can somebody answer the phone!?
Sister: I'm busy!
Mathilda: [answering the phone] 
Hello?
Headmistress: This is Margaret McAllester, headmistress at the Spencer School in Wildwood, New Jersey. Is Mr. or Mrs. Lando home?
 ["She Is Dead"]
Mathilda: [with a lowered voice] 
Yes, this is she.
Headmistress: Mrs. Lando, when your husband enrolled Mathilda at Spencer, he told us she had problems. Well, as you know, we pride ourselves in turning troubled girls into healthy, productive young women. But if they are not here, there is very little we can do. Now, 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 page 20 in 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.
Mathilda: [embittered] 
She's dead. 
[hangs up]
 [Leon finishes his training, puts the plant on the window-sill; hears Mathilda's father shouting  around as he leaves; watches a Gene Kelley film in cinema]

Leon:  [comes up the stairs; sees Mathilda's bleeding nose; looks around, reaches her his handkerchief]
Mathilda: Is life always this hard, or just when you're a kid?
 ["Noon"]
Leon: ..Always like this. 
Mathilda: [shortly looks at the bloodstained handkerchief, then turns her eyes back to him]
Leon: Keep it.
[moves on]
Mathilda:  Hey. I'm going grocery shopping. Want some milk? One quart or two? It's two, right?
Leon: [hesitates, then nods]
Mathilda: [runs down the stairway, smiling again] 
Leon: [in his apartment; takes milk, looks at the clock: 3 to 12]
 [appearing on the corridor: Stansfield's man, Benny, Blood, Veteran, Malky, Stansfield]
 [Stansfield takes drugs in his very special way]
Stansfield: 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 growing. You can hear the insects, bzzz...
Leon: [notices sounds coming from outside; observes them through peep-hole]
Stansfield: Do you like Beethoven?
Malky: [nervous] 
Couldn't really say.
Stansfield: [takes his pumpgun] 
I'm gonna play you some.
[shoots at: the door, Sister (missed), Mother]
Malky: Benny, stay here. 
[enters]
Sister: [running away from Stansfield and his men]
Daddy! Daddy!
Stansfield: [shoots at Sister again, killing her this time]
[devastates the kitchen; approaches Father, who stands trembling in a corner]
Stansfield: We said noon. 
[tapping his wristwatch] 
I've got one minute past.
[snaps his fingers, ending the music]
    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!
[laughter]
Touch the apartment.
 ["Birds Of Storm"]
 [Mathilda buying milk]
 [Stansfield's men searching the apartment]
Stansfield: [pointing at Father]
You are a Mozart-fan. I love him, too. 
[with a singer's voice]
I lo-o-ove Mozart! He was Austrian, you know. 
But for this kind of work, he is a little bit light. So I tend to go for the heavier guys.
Blood: [investigating a record] 
Cool.
Stansfield's Man: What the fuck are you doing?!
Blood: Man keep your bumbakut mouth shut. 
Stansfield: Check out Brahms, he's good, too.
[goes]
Blood: What the fuck do you know about music?
Stansfield's Man: Knock it off!
Veteran: Checked the mattress?
Blood: [still looking at the record] 
Nope. 
 
 
[Veteran starts cutting it up; Father shoots Stansfield's Man, grazes Stansfield; Brother  leaves his hiding-place under the bed and runs; Blood wildly shoots around]
Blood: Wow.
 [Father throws away the pumpgun, tries to flee, but gets shot by Stansfield]
Stansfield: [stands up, discovers a hole in his suit] 
Oh, fuck!
Malky: [hiding under a table in the kitchen]
Stan?
Stansfield: [to Father]
Look what you did.
Malky: Stan, you're right?
Stansfield: [outraged]
Look - what - you did!
Malky: Stan!
Stansfield: [shoots at Father four more times, starts reloading his gun]
Malky: [holds him off from continuing] 
Stan, what are you doing?! What are you doing, he's dead! 
Stansfield: But he ruined my suit.
Malky: I know, but he's dead! He's a piece of meat, forget about it! Calm down.
Stansfield: I'm calm.
Malky: Stay there!
Stansfield: Okay.
Malky: Benny! Benny..
[looks out of the door, rushes back as Benny loses his nerves and shoots]
Jesus fucking Christ Benny! It's Malky and Stan!
[to Stansfield]
Come on, let's have a cigarette, alright? Benny! We're coming out! Benny, don't fire! Get in! Jesus fucking Christ Benny! 
[gives a cigarette to Stansfield]
Stansfield: ..you wear something new..
Old Lady:  [coming out of her apartment]
What's happening out there?
Malky: It's alright Mam, go in. DEA, police.
Old Lady: Why don't you leave that poor family alone?
Malky: [to Stansfield]
Everything's alright, okay? Just calm down.
[goes into the apartment]
Stansfield: I am calm. I'm calm.
Old Lady: Why don't you leave them alone?
Stansfield:  [shoots the window next to her into pieces] 
He said: Go back inside.
 ["What's Happening Out There?"]
Malky: [enervated]
Stan, I think it's better if we go inside, alright?
[pushes him into the apartment]
 [Mathilda returns from shopping; sees Veteran guarding their door, where her father's  body is lying; hears Malky from inside]
Malky: Benny, turn the kitchen upside down, find that shit. Willie Blood, look what you did! You killed the four year old kid! Did you really have to do that?!
 [Mathilda walks on to Leon's door, rings]
Mathilda: [crying as quietly as possible] 
Please open the door..
please.. [rings twice]
..please.. [rings twice]
 [Leon opens; light falling on Mathilda's face; she enters, fills the refrigerator]
Malky: [finds a photo]
Benny, there are three kids here. I think Stan killed this girl, and Willie that asshole shot the little boy. The third one's missing. Find her.
Benny: [to Veteran, as he leaves the apartment]
Oh shit, hey we missed a little girl, man. I'm gonna try to find the fucking super of this goddamned building.
 [Veteran becomes suspicious, slowly approaches Leon's apartment; Leon prepares to shoot him through the door]
 [Mathilda turns on the TV; Leon startled; Veteran goes back again]
Blood:  Yo, I found it!
Stansfield:  Bingo!
Malky:  Stan, he found it.
Stansfield:  I know. 
Malky: It's the cops outside, we better go.
Stansfield: It's the cops outside, we better go. You stay here.
Blood:  What do you want me to tell them?
Stansfield: Tell them.. we were doing.. our job.

["Cute Name"]
Leon:  What's your name?
Mathilda: Mathilda.
Leon:  Sorry about your father. 
Mathilda: 'f somebody didn't do it one day or another I would've probably done it myself.
Leon:  Your mother, she ..
Mathilda: 's not my mother. My sister, she wanted to lose some weight anyway. Bet she never looked better. Not even my real sister. Just a half sister, and not a good half at that.
Leon: If you couldn't stand them, why are you crying?
Mathilda: Because they killed my brother. What the hell did he do? He was four years old, he never used to cry, just used to sit next to me and cuddle. I was more mother to him than that goddamned pig ever was.
Leon: Hey, don't talk like that about pigs. They're usually much nicer than people.
Mathilda:  But they smell like shit. 
Leon:  [shakes his finger] 
Not true. As a matter of fact, right now I have one in my kitchen. That's very clean, 
smells very nice.
Mathilda: You don't have a pig in your kitchen.
Leon: Yes I do.
Mathilda: I was just in there and I didn't see any goddamned pig.
Leon: Don't move, I'll get him.
[disappears in the kitchen]
  Piggy! Piggy, where are you? 
[grunting] 
Ah, there you are. 
[grunting, playing Piggy] 
Hi Mathilda.
Mathilda: [a little consoled]
Hi Piggy.
Leon: [still playing]
Hi.
[takes place at the table, playing]
How are you today?
Mathilda: I've seen better days.
Leon: [continues grunting a little, then starts feeling uncomfortable about his question]
Mathilda:  What's your name?
Leon:  Leon.
Mathilda: [her eyes fixed on him] 
Cute name.
Leon:  [spills a whole glass of milk over his face] 
 
 
Do you have anyone you can go to, any family, any place else?
Mathilda: [shakes her head]
Leon: [sighs, notices that there is no milk left] 
I'm gonna get some more milk.
Mathilda: [finds a bullet, opens the box next to her containing Leon's equipment] 
Oh shit.
Leon: [returns with milk, closes the box and sits down]
Don't touch that, please.
Mathilda:  Leon, what exactly do you do for a living?
Leon:  [uncomfortable] 
Cleaner.
Mathilda: You mean you're a hitman?
Leon:  Yeah.
Mathilda: Cool.
Leon:  [surprised look]

Mathilda:  [pours him a glass of milk]
Do you clean anyone?
Leon:  No women, no kids, that's the rules.
Mathilda: How much would it cost to hire someone to get those dirtbags who killed my brother?
Leon: Five grand a head.
Mathilda:  Wow. How about this: I work for you, and in exchange, you teach me how to clean. Hm? What do you think? I'll clean your place, I'll do the shopping, I'll even wash your clothes. Is it a deal?
Leon:  No, it's not a deal.
Mathilda:  [grieved]
What do you want me to do, hm? I've got no place to go. 
Leon:  You've had a rough day today. Go to sleep and we'll see tomorrow, okay?
 [in the sleeping room]
Leon: [awkwardly covers Mathilda with a blanket]
Mathilda: You've been really great with me, Leon. And it's not always like that, y' know? 
[embraces two of his fingers]
Good night.
Leon: [confused, switches the lights off and leaves the room]
 [Unknown Song]
 [Leon sits in the darkness, unable to sleep; stands up, puts a silencer on a gun and enters Mathilda's room, determined; aims, but can't do it; goes away again]

 [next morning; Leon puts his plant on the window and starts training; hears Mathilda]
Leon: Sleep well?
Mathilda: [nods]
Leon: Good. Because after breakfast, you gotta take off.
Mathilda: Where to?
Leon: Not my problem.
[goes to clean his guns]
Mathilda: [throws a piece of paper on the table] 
Read it.
Leon: [takes it] 
.. aahm ..
Mathilda: You don't know how to read.
Leon: I'm learning, but.. I had a lot of work lately so.. I'm a little behind. What's it say?
Mathilda:  I've decided what to do with my life. I wanna be a cleaner.
Leon:  Wanna be a cleaner? Here.
[puts a gun and ammunition in front of her]
Take it. It's a goodbye gift. Go clean. But not with me. I work alone, understand?  Alone.
Mathilda:  Bonnie and Clyde didn't work alone, Thelma and Louise didn't work alone. And they were the best.
Leon:  [sighs]
Mathilda, why are doing this to me? I've been nothing but nice to you, I even saved your life yesterday, right outside the door.
Mathilda: Right, so now you're responsible for it. If you saved my life, you must have saved it for a good reason. If you threw me out now it's like you never opened your door. You could've let me die right there in front of it. But you did open it. So.. 
Leon: Mathilda..
Mathilda:  If you don't help me I'll die tonight. I can feel it. But I don't want to die tonight.
Leon:  Mathilda, you're just a.. little girl so.. don't take it badly, but I don't think you could do it. I'm sorry. 
Mathilda:  [determined, takes the gun, goes to the window and shoots six times, puts it back]
How's that?
Leon:  [speechless]
 

 ["What's Happening Out There?" - modified version]
 [on the street with their baggage]
Leon:  [walking angrily, suddenly stops]
Mathilda, don't you ever do that again or I'll break your head, you got that?
Mathilda: Okay.
Leon:  I don't work like that. It's not professional. There is rules.
Mathilda:  Okay. 
Leon:  [angry]
And stop saying "Okay" all the time, okay?
Mathilda: ...Okay.
Leon:  Good.
[continues his way, followed by Mathilda]

 [they enter the hall of the "Hotel National"]
Mathilda: Hi!
Receptionist: [sees the violin-case]
[grumpy] 
Expect to use that in this hotel?
Mathilda: Mister.. I have to use it, because.. I have an audition at Julliard next month, and.. I 
have to practice.
Receptionist:  [softened] 
Ah okay, okay, okay. But not after ten, hm?
Mathilda: Okay, I promise.
Receptionist:  Alright. I'm gonna put you at the end of the hall so that you don't disturb anyone.
[pushing some papers to Leon]
Would you fill those out please?
Leon: [uneasy look]
Mathilda: Oh, ahm, daddy, can I please fill them out, you know how I like to check in to hotels.
Leon: [surprised by her quick reaction, nods]
Mathilda: Thanks pap. 
[to the receptionist] 
I'll bring these back in a minute. 
 
 
Receptionist: Fourth floor!
Mathilda: [running up the stairs]
Thanks mister!
Receptionist: Oh you're lucky to have a little girl that's interested in things. I have a kid, seventeen, does nothing all day long.
Leon: Can I leave my plant here while I take my stuff upstairs?
Receptionist: Of course.

Mathilda: [to Leon, who just entered and immediately starts investigating the apartment] 
Hi.
[writing]
I'm putting in the name of a girl in my class who makes me sick. 
When things get hot, she'll take the heat.
 [Leon finally takes place]
Mathilda:  There, finished. 
 NC
Leon:  How old are you?
Mathilda:  Eighteen. 
Leon: Eighteen?
Mathilda:  Wanna see my license?
Leon:  No. You just look a little.. younger.
Mathilda:  Thanks. 
 NC-over
Mathilda:  [sits down in front of him]
Leon, I want you to teach me how to be like you. I wanna be strong like you, smart like you.
Leon:  Mathilda..
Mathilda:  I know I'm not strong enough yet, but I can learn the basics, the theory. What do you think? Just the theory. I need this, Leon. I need time to get my head together.
Leon: Yeah, and I need... a drink.
Mathilda: Don't move, I'll go get one.

 [at Tony's]
Leon:  Salute.
Tony: [lights a cigarette, beholds one of his men, who puts down a suitcase next to him]
You know when you told me to get this baby out for you, I thought my hearing's going. I says to myself, Leon's a pro, nobody uses that, except beginners.
Leon: I like to stay in shape.
Tony: Sure. Always stay on top. It's like me, I gotta know where everything is all the time. 
That's why I don't leave this place, except to go from here to there.
Leon: [slightly uncomfortable, smiles]
Tony:  Change ain't good, Leon. You know?
Leon: [his smile fades]
Yeah.
Tony: [places the suitcase on the table]
Check it. Make sure it's the right thing.
Leon: I trust you.
Tony:  One thing's got nothing to do with the other. Remember that, Leon.
Leon: I will.
[opens it]

 ["Feel The Breath"]
 [on the roof]
Leon:  [assembling the rifle]
The rifle is the first weapon you learn how to use, because it lets you keep your distance from the client. The closer you get to being a pro, the closer you can get to the client. The knife, for example, is the last thing you learn. Okay?
Mathilda:  Okay.
Leon: Position.
[they lie down near the edge; closes the lid of the objective one second after Mathilda opened it]
No, never take it off until the last minute, it reflects light. They can see you coming from a mile away. And always dress down, never brighter than the floor. Okay?
Mathilda: Okay.
Leon: Let's practice now. It's the best way to learn.
[takes out his binoculars]
Mathilda: Who should I hit?
Leon: Whoever.
 [Jogger, apparently a politician, gets out of a limousine, followed by bodyguards]
Jogger: I'll be with you in a second, alright, give me a few minutes, thank you, thanks a lot.
[to his bodyguards]
You guys in the suits get lost, I don't wanna see you, alright? It has to look natural.
Mathilda: [aiming at a group of playing children] 
No women, no kids, right?
Leon: Right.
Mathilda: Jogger in the yellow and orange?
Leon:  Okay. Keep calm. Don't take your eyes off him. Breathe easy. Watch his movement. Pretend you're running with him. Try to feel his next movement. Take a deep breath - hold it. Now.
[red spot appears on the Jogger's shirt]
Jogger:  [covered by his upset bodyguards] 
I'm alright! I'm fine, I'm fine!
Mathilda: One shot not bad, huh?
Jogger: I'm fine, just please get down from me!
Mathilda: Can we try with real bullets now?
Leon: Not today, let's pack up.
 [pack up and go away]

 ["Venus As A Boy" by Bjork]
 [Leon showing Mathilda how to handle a gun; Mathilda washing the laundry, cleaning the window, coming home from shopping, washing the dishes, cleaning guns; Leon putting his plant on the  window; both of them making sit-ups; Leon offering a glass of milk]
Mathilda: No, thanks.
Leon: No discussion.
 [Mathilda obeys reluctantly; puts milk into the refrigerator; goes to bed, exhausted, while Leon sits down in a chair as usual; Leon putting his plant on the window again, waking Mathilda up; making sit-ups alone: Mathilda doing fitness training in front of the TV; pouring her a glass of milk; Mathilda teaching Leon how to write]
Mathilda: It seemed... to Socrates... to So-cra-tes... 
 
 
[Mathilda having trouble with loading a gun]
Leon: I'll do it.
[finishes the procedure after a few moments, returns the gun to impressed Mathilda]
 [Leon putting his plant on the window once more, pouring her a glass of milk again]
Mathilda: Leon, all we do is work. We need a break. Let's play a game!
Leon: What kind of game?
Mathilda: I've this great game. 't makes you think and it helps your memory. It's exactly what you need.
Leon: ... Okay.
 [Unknown Song] 
Mathilda: [joyfully collects some clothes in the other room, singing some melody]
[appears as Madonna, performs "Like A Virgin"] 
Okay, who is it?
Leon: I don't know.
Mathilda: Okay..
[leaves, returns as Marilyn Monroe, performs "Happy Birthday, Mr. President"]
Leon: [uncomfortable, flushing] 
I don't know.
Mathilda: [appears as Charlie Chaplin]
Leon: Aaah..
Mathilda: [pointing at it] 
Mustache..?
Leon: ... no.
Mathilda: [appears as Gene Kelley, performs "Singin' In The Rain"]
Leon: Gene Kelley?
Mathilda: [relieved] 
Aah, good. Your turn now.
Leon: Huh?
[appears as some cowboy]
Okay, pilgrim.
Mathilda: Aaah.. Clint Eastwood?
Leon: [tries another position]
Mathilda: I don't know, I give up.
Leon: [disappointed] 
John Wayne.
Mathilda: I was just about to say that, I swear. It's amazing, Leon, really, brilliant..
Leon: [walks off with sadly lowered head]
Mathilda: Amazing..

 ["How Do You Know It's Love?" - strongly modified version]
Mathilda:  [observing Leon cleaning his plant]
You love your plant, don't you?
Leon:  It's my best friend. Always happy, no questions. And it's like me, you see? 
[lifts it up, points at the empty space below it]
No roots.
[smiles]
Mathilda: If you really love it, you should plant it in the middle of a park so that it can have roots.
Leon:  ..Yeah.
Mathilda: I'm the one that should be watered if you want me to grow. 
Leon: You're right.
[grabs the squeeze-bottle and splashes Mathilda; she runs away, returns with a bucket full of water]
No...
Mathilda: Yes...
Leon: ... no..
Mathilda: ... yes..
Leon: ..no..
Mathilda: ..Yes!
Leon: ..No!
 [Mathilda throws the bucket at Leon, flees, followed by him; he catches her in the bathroom, puts her into the wardrobe; the fierce battle makes its sliding door break off]

 [at Tony's]
Tony: [in the kitchen, to the cooks]
They gotta be jumping out of the plate, they gotta be alive.
[bringing a meal for Leon and an old man]
It's been a long time, Leon. I missed you. And you missed some nice jobs, too. 
Leon: Been training.
Tony: Training's good. But don't overdo it eh, you know training don't pay as good as working, Leon.
Leon: Tony.. all the money I.. make, that you keep for me..
Tony: You need some money?
Leon: No, just curious.
Tony: Ah.
Leon: Because I've been working a long time and I haven't done anything with my money... I thought maybe some day I could... use it. 
 ["Tony The IBM"]
Tony: You met a woman.
Leon: [shakes his head firmly]
Tony: [sighs]
Leon... Leon, you gotta be careful with women. Remember when you arrived in this country, Leon. When I took you in, you were still wet behind the fucking ears, and already you were in deep shit because of a woman. Don't forget that, Leon.
Leon: Wish I could sometimes.
You know, about my money, maybe I.. maybe I could give.. little.. to someone... you know.. to help out.
Tony: Hey, it's your money, I mean I'm just holding it for you, you know, like a bank, except that, you know, better than a bank, because, you know, banks get always knocked off. And no one knocks off old Tony. And besides, in a bank there's always tons of forms to be filled and all that shit. But old Tony, nothing to read, nothing to write - it's all in his head.
Leon: I know how to read now.
Tony: That's good, Leon, good. Your money is here, whenever you want it, you just ask me, okay? Here's a grand.
Leon: [reluctant]
Tony: Come on, take it, have some fun, right? Take it.
Leon: [takes it]
Thank you.
Tony: Alright? Now let's talk business. Don't move, I'll go get the file. 
[as he goes away]
Manolo, a glass of milk for my friend Leon here.
[disappears behind a door]
Leon: [sees Mathilda talking to some guy on the street, who offers her a cigarette; goes out, takes her aside, with a suspicious look fixed on the youngster]
  Listen Mathilda, better be careful, you can't just speak to any guy off the street. 
Mathilda:  Leon, get a grip. What's the big fucking deal, I was just smoking a butt while I was waiting.
Leon: I want you to stop cursing. You can't talk to people like that all the time. I want you to make an effort to talk nice.
Mathilda: Okay.
Leon: And I want you to stop smoking, 't will kill you.
Mathilda: [throws away the cigarette]
Okay. 
Leon: Stay away from him, he looks like a weirdo.
Mathilda: ... Okay.
Leon: I'll be out in five minutes, stand where I can see you.
Mathilda: .. Okay. 
 
 
["How Do You Know It's Love?"] 
Mathilda:  [lying on the bed]
Leon, I think I'm kind of falling in love with you.
Leon:  [spills another glass of milk over his face]
Mathilda:  It's the first time for me, you know.
Leon:  How do you know it's love if you've never been in love before?
Mathilda:  Because I feel it.
Leon: Where?
Mathilda: Here in my stomach. It's all warm. I always had a knot there, and now.. it's gone.
Leon: Mathilda, I'm glad you don't have a stomach ache any more, but I don't think that means anything. I'm late for work. I hate being late for work.
[puts on his coat, picks up his equipment; leaves]
 ["Noon" - shortened]
 [shuts the door behind him; leans against the wall, looking unusually tired; puts on his glasses]
Receptionist: Ah, how's the practicing going?
 [Leon marches past without answering]

Receptionist:  And how are we today, Miss?
Mathilda: I'm sick of practicing.
Receptionist: Yeah, I understand. But are you doing all right? I haven't received any complaints at all.
Mathilda: Well, I put a cloth over the strings to lessen the noise.
Receptionist: Oh, that's very smart.
Mathilda: Not everyone loves music.
Receptionist: Yeah I know. What exactly does your father do?
Mathilda: Hm, he's a composer.
Receptionist:  Ah, that's wonderful.
Mathilda:  Except he's not really my father. 
[looks at him]
He's my lover. 
Receptionist: [shocked]
Mathilda: I'm gonna go for a walk.
[indicates "Bye" with her lips]