LEON - THE PROFESSIONAL: SELF-WRITTEN SCRIPTby Nenad Jovanovicnewest version available athttp://stud1.tuwien.ac.at/~e9325492/leon/index.htmemail: [email protected]:"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 WWWDC - 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 

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.

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 Bj拦k] [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] ["Back On The Crime Scene"] [Mathilda goes to her former hotel; a policeman guarding the apartment is busy talking to his girlfriend]Girlfriend:What're you doing on Saturday?Policeman:What about dinner?Girlfriend:Aahm..Policeman:[to Mathilda]Hey, where are you going?Mathilda:Visiting friends at 6J.Policeman:Ah ok

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