Léon gets to the window and looks out. Something changed in Léon. He’s tired by all this, maybe. He sits on the chair. Mathilda’s walkman is on. He hesitates, then eventually puts on the headphones. It’s a sweet, almost classical music. Very beautiful, like the arriving Mathilda. She wears the dress Léon offered her, she is made up. She looks 20-year-old. Léon’s mouth is open. She smiles and heels down before him. He gets off the headphones.
[…]
Mathilda smiles and stands up. She gets in the kitchen. Léon feels weird, like he was falling in a trap, without being able to do anything. Mathilda comes back with a glass of milk she hands to Léon. She lowers the tents to dim the strong sunlight. Mathilda heels down in front of him. Léon doesn’t dare moving any more.
[…]
MATHILDA (sweetly)
I love you, Léon…. Totally. It’s the first time I feel it that strong. It’s also the first time I trust a man. I trust you.
She caresses his hand.
…I love your hands….
(pause)
Léon…in your hands…I’d like you to be my first lover.
Léon retracts his hand and finishes the milk. He looks at Mathilda with as much sadness as happiness. By a fingertip, Mathilda takes the milkdrop on Léon’s lips and gets it in her mouth. Léon is going to cry.
[…]
MATHILDA
Why? Did you have too many and you fear it may shock me? I won’t get shocked. I’m used to this! My father was a real pig. He fucked the bitch I’d as mother all around the apartment. Whenever a door was closed, you could be sure they were having sex behind it! And my sister, if you didn’t sleep with her, you’re the building’s exception!
LÉON
Stop, Mathilda! Don’t talk like that!
Mathilda’s going to cry.
MATHILDA
I talk because you don’t talk, Léon. I declare my love and you say nothing. That’s why I’m nervous and I can’t stop talking. Tell me you love me, or you don’t love me, or you love someone else. … But tell me something.
[…]
LÉON
…Yes. The day he got out of jail. I allowed him to make ten steps…not more. And bang. Two hundred meters. By telescope. That night, I left my country and came here, to join my father, who worked for Tony. … I was 17. Since then, I’ve never left the city…and never had another girlfriend….
Léon sweetly looks at her.
…You see, I wouldn’t be a good lover, Mathilda.
MATHILDA
Léon, I don’t know life very much…I just know I love you…. And love is stronger than anything else.
Léon is more and more nervous, like a child.
LÉON
Maybe…sure…. But…I’m scared, Mathilda.
Léon cries. Mathilda caresses his face.
MATHILDA
Don’t fear, Léon. You mustn’t fear love, when it’s this beautiful.
She caresses his chest.
I want you to be the first to touch me…. The first to make love with me. Nobody before you.
She stands up and modestly gets off her briefs without taking off her dress. Léon cries, unable to oppose her. Mathilda is too young, but she’s also too beautiful and lovely and sweet and tender…. She sweetly, very sweetly, gets on him.
LÉON (crying)
Why me, Mathilda, why me?
Mathilda leans over to speak in his ear.
MATHILDA
…Because you deserve it, Léon….
Léon embraces her. He’s full of happiness, shame, so many emotions, he can’t control very well. But, hell, how beautiful it is seeing them sweetly making love.