05-Léon

What's your name? Mathilda . . . . . .

Sorry about your father. If somebody didn't do it, one day or another, I would have probably done it myself. Your mother, she. . . She's not my mother. My sister, wanted to lose some weight, anyway. Bet she never looked better. Not even my real sister. Just a half sister. Not a good half at that. . . . . . .

If you couldn't stand them, why are you crying? Because they killed my brother. What the hell did he do? He was four years old. He never used to cry. He just used to sit next to me and cuddle. I was more of a mother to him than that goddamned pig ever was. Hey, don't talk like that about pigs. They're usually much nicer than people. But they smell like shit. Not true. As a matter of fact, right now I have one in my kitchen. That's very clean and smells very nice. You don't have a pig in your kitchen. Yes, I do. I was just in there, and I didn't see any goddamned pig. Don't move. I'll get him. Piggy? Piggy? Where are you? Ah, there you are. . . . . . .

Hi, Mathilda. Hi, piggy. . . . . . .

How are you today? I've seen better days. . . . . . .

What's your name? Léon. Cute name. . . . . . .

You have anyone you can go to? Any family, any place else? . . . . . .

I'm gonna get some more milk. . . . . . .

Holy shit. . . . . . .

Don't touch that, please. Léon, what exatctly do you do for a living? Cleaner. You mean you're a hit man? Yeah. Cool. . . . . . .