LEON英文剧本

LEON Directed By Luc Besson  ["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 ****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..   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 *****. [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 ****ing 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 **** are you doing?! Blood: Man keep your bumbakut mouth shut.  Stansfield: Check out Brahms, he's good, too. [goes] Blood: What the **** 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, ****! 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 ****ing 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 ****ing 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 ****ing 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]