["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.
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 ****ers 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
****ing 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..


[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: ****ing *****.
[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: [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" ]
[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, perfor***ike 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.
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 ****ing 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 ****ing 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 okay right.
[continues his conversation as Mathilda slips through the door]
[Mathilda picks up a teddybear; depressed after seeing the outline of her brother's body on the floor;
retrieves a bunch of money from a secret place; hides when she hears footsteps]
Old Detective: We know you're a busy man, and we'll try to make this as short as possible. Now, if
you just take us step by step through exactly what happened.
Stansfield:
The guy was here, he went for his gun, bang, we shot him.
[critical looks from the Detectives]
Serious Det.: Where exactly were the kids?
Stansfield: I don't know. They should have been at school, don't you think?
Old Detective: But in the statement you said you were the first man in, didn't you see any kids?
Serious Det.: The door was broken, what happened? Did you follow the procedure?
Stansfield: [getting aggressive]
I lost a good man here. What the **** do want with me?
Serious Det.: Cooperation.
Stansfield: [exploding]
I haven't got time for this Mickey Mouse bullshit! You want cooperation? Come up
my office, will you? Fortysix-o-two.
[storms out, ignoring the yellow tape]
["Room 4602"]
[outside; takes away the basketball from a kid that crosses his way]
Kids should be at school.
Kid: Hey! Hey come on, that's my ball!
[Stansfield passes it to Benny]
Hey, give that back! Hey come on, where are you going? Damn! Where are you
going man? That's my ball!
Mathilda: [gets into a taxi]
Follow the blue car!
Taxi Driver: And I suppose you want me to blast the music and go through the lights, eh?
Mathilda: No. Drive slowly. Take the hundred bugs and shut the **** up, okay?
[silently accepted by him]
[Mathilda follows him to the DEA building]


[in the apartment; Mathilda watches cartoons; Leon enters, blood flowing down his right hand,
which she doesn't notice]
Leon: [puts a "Cignal"-sac on the table, smiling]
It's for you. A present. Do you want me to open it? I'll open it.
[reveals a pink dress to her]
How do you like it? Nice, eh?
[Mathilda remains indifferent]
[knocks at the door]
Receptionist: Mr. McGoffen?
[Leon opens the door]
[strict look]
Can I have a word with you?
["Can I Have A Word With You?"]
[again carrying their baggage through the streets; Mathilda inspects the new apartment, the
teddybear in her ar***eon under the shower, suturing his wound]
DC
[Leon comes out of the bathroom, looks around; Mathilda pours him a glass of milk, which makes
him sit down]
Mathilda: Here, it's for a contract, 20 grand, right? His name is Norman Stansfield and he's in
room 4602 in the DEA building, 26 Federal Plaza.
Leon: I'm not taking it.
Mathilda: Why not?
Leon: Too heavy.
Mathilda: Well, will you rent me your gear for the day?
Leon: I never lend out my gear. But,
[pushes a revolver towards Mathilda]
you still have your gun, use it. Just do me a favor, don't shoot out the window, okay.
Mathilda: Why are you so mean to me? You're all day killing people you don't give a shit
about, but you won't get the bastards that killed my whole family?
["The Fight (part 1: The Swat Squad)"]
Leon: Revenge is not good, Mathilda. Believe, it is better to forget.
Mathilda: To forget? After I've seen the outline of my brother's body on the floor, you expect
me to forget? I want to kill those sons of a *****es, and I'll blow their ****ing heads
off!
Leon: Nothing's the same after you've killed someone. Your life is changed forever. Why
have to sleep with one eye open for the rest of your life.
Mathilda: I don't give a shit about sleeping, Leon. I want love, or death. That's it.
Leon: Love or death. Get off my case Mathilda, I'm tired of your games.
Mathilda: There's this really great game, Leon. Makes people nicer, starts them thinking. The
kind of game you love.
[puts three bullets into the gun, spins the chamber, shuts it]
If I win, you keep me with you. For life.
Leon: And if you lose?
Mathilda: You go shopping alone, like before.
Leon: You're gonna lose, Mathilda. There's a round in the chamber. I heard it.
Mathilda: So what .. 's it to you if I end up with a bullet in the head, huh?
Leon: Nothing.
Mathilda: I hope you're not lying, Leon. I really hope that deep down inside there is no love in
you. Because if there is.. just a little bit of love in you, I think that in a few minutes
you'll regret you never said anything.
[puts the gun to her head]
I love you Leon.
[slowly pulls the trigger]
Leon: [rushes forward, pulls her hand away; the shot knocks down a lamp behind them]
Mathilda: [crying heavily]


[shakes his little drug box]
Chinese..?
Thai, maybe..?
I've got it. Italian food.
[consumes a capsule]
[with a satisfied look]
What's your name, angel?
Mathilda: Mathilda.
Stansfield: [whispering]
..Mathilda.
[washes his face, sneezes]
Mathilda, I want you to put the sack on the floor.
Mathilda: [obeys, trembling]
Stansfield: Good.
[pulls his gun, coming closer]
And now I want you to tell me everything you know about Italian food. And don't
forget the name of the chef who fixed it for me.
Mathilda: Nobody sent me. I do business for myself.
Stansfield: So t - t - this is something p - personal, is it?
Mathilda: [nods, scared and crying]
Stansfield: What filthy piece of.. of sh - shit.. did I do now?
Mathilda: You killed my brother.
Stansfield: ... I'm sorry.
And you want to join him?
Mathilda: ..No.
Stansfield: It's always the same thing.
[touches her hair]
It's when you start to become really afraid of death.. that you learn to appreciate life.
Do you like life, sweetheart?
Mathilda: ..Yes.
Stansfield: [fondling her]
That's good. Because.. I take no pleasure.. in taking life.. if it's from a person who
doesn't care about it.
[slowly moves his gun near her face]
Blood: [enters breathlessly]
Stan! Stan, shit Stan I've been looking all over for you man I've checked upstairs
and..
Stansfield: What? I'm busy!
Blood: It's Malky man, he's dead.
[Stansfield turns away from Mathilda]
Malky was making a buy for us from the Chinamen. Yo but they got nothing to do
with it man. They told me, this guy came from the outside. He was a pro, he was
fast. He ****ing came outta nowhere. Boom. Shoots the chinamen dead in two
seconds.
(Malky: Easy man, I'm a cop.)
Then turns around, says something to Malky like..
(Leon: No women, no kids.)
([Leon kills Malky])
[Stansfield dismayed, looks at Mathilda, sighs]
I think it was something personal.
Stansfield: Death is... whimsical today.
[moves beside Blood, aims at Mathilda; takes his hand down, the gun pointing at
Blood, who starts getting afraid]
Blood, you hear me?
Blood: Yeah man, I hear you Stan, just chill out man.
Stansfield: Would you take her up to my office?
Blood: Alright, yeah.
[Stansfield leaves]
Jesus ****ing Christ..


[in their apartment]
Leon: [startles as he wakes up on the bed]
Mathilda: Relax, everything's fine. Sleep well?
Leon: I never really sleep. Got one eye open always.
Mathilda: Oh, I forgot. You know I never saw someone with one eye open snore so much.
Leon: I snore?
Mathilda: Like a baby. And I go get some milk for breakfast, I won't be long.
Leon: Don't forget the code when you come back.
Mathilda: Two knocks, then one, and two knocks again, right?
Leon: Right.
[while Mathilda takes a shower, Leon stretches over the whole bed and continues sleeping]
["The Fight (part 1: The Swat Squad)"]
[in the shop]
Mathilda: Hola senor! Ring these up and I go get some milk.
[happily returns, observed by Stansfield; a few meters in front of the apartment she is suddenly
pulled aside by a Swat, holding her tight]
Main Swat: From here out now you don't make a sound. You answer my questions by nodding
yes or shaking your head no, you got it?
Mathilda: [nods fearfully]
Main Swat: Is he alone?
[Mathilda nods]
Does he expect you?
[nods]
Do you have keys to the apartment?
[reaches him the keys]
Is there a code, a way of knowing so he knows it's you?
[Mathilda hesitates, then nods; knocks a wrong code - 321]
[he signals to his men, the attack begins]
[a Swat knocks the wrong code]
Main Swat: [to the walkie-talkie]
Alpha-Team, final position, we're ready to go.
Stansfield: [to the walkie-talkie]
Be careful.
[Swat unlocks the door and enters, followed by three others; as soon as they are all inside, the door
closes and shots are fired]
["The Fight (part 2: Bring Me Everyone)"]
Main Swat: [upset, pushing one of his men away]
Move, move!
[takes a look around the corner: the door opens, revealing the dead Swats]
Shit.
[to the walkie-talkie]
Alpha team, men dead, men dead.
Stansfield: [to the walkie-talkie]
I told you.
Benny. Bring me everyone.
Benny: What do you mean, "everyone"?
Stansfield: Everyone!!!
[another Swat slowly enters the apartment, this time heavily secured by Swats outside; Leon
manages to kill them all, but gets shot in his shoulder]
Main Swat: [quite clueless]
Take this.
[hands his rifle to one of his men]
[to the walkie-talkie]
Aahm..
[to one of his men]
Go take a look.
[he does, breathing heavily; as he stretches his head out he sees Leon's gun directly in front of him]
Leon: [exhausted]
Don't move.
Main Swat: Do you see anything?
Swat: [nods slowly]
It's the guy. He's here, he's got a gun on my head.
[they shrink back, Mathilda tries to call his name]
Main Swat: Okay, nobody moves.
Leon: Let the girl go.
Main Swat: Take it easy man..
Leon: Let the girl go!
Main Swat: Okay, the girl's coming out.
[to the Swat holding Mathilda]
Let the girl go.
[the Swat releases her, Mathilda spits into his face, falls into Leon's arm]


好有爱 ><