这个杀手不太冷Léon: The Professional Movie Script

LEON:

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 second.

Because it was your day, your hour, your second... Mathilda looks at him. Leon gets confused.

LEON (con't) It's written in the sky, from the beginning, just you 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 already, you've got a bullet in your lungs already! There!

He pushes her by his index finger, enough to hurt her.

LEON:

Painful, isn't it?

(He pushes again.) You don't like talking about death because you're like everyone: you fear it...

LEON:

...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) But me... Leon... I don't fear it any more... They look at each other for a moment. 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.

LEON:

...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:

Leon... I have no fear... It's so.

Leon stares at her. He tries to ascertain truth in Mathilda's eyes. A long pause.

LEON:

OK... He takes a weapon, empties the cylinder, then loads just one bullet.

LEON (con't) ...Do you know this game?

Mathilda nods yes. He turns the cylinder.

LEON:

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 Leon 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 Leon. A tear drop on Leon's front. She pulls the trigger. Nothing. She puts down the gun. Leon stands up, turns around the table and embraces her. He holds her tight. She's surprised. She kindly pushes Leon back, to look at his eyes.