It's for a contract.

Twenty grand, right?

His name is Norman Stansfield and he's in room 4602 and the DEA building 26 Federal Plaza.

I'm not taking it.

Why not?

Too heavy.

Well, would you rent me your gear for the day?

I never lend out my gear.

But you still have your gun.

Use it.

Just do me a favor: Don't shoot out the window, okay?

Why are you so mean to me?

You're out there killing people you don't give a shit about, but you won't get the bastards who killed my whole family.

Revenge is not good, Mathilda.

Believe me: it's better to forget.

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 bitches, and I'll blow their fucking heads off!

Nothing's the same after you've killed someone.

Your life is changed forever.

Might have to sleep with one eye open for the rest of your life.

You don't give a shit about sleeping, Leon.

I want love... or death.

That's it.

Love or death.

Get off my case, Mathilda.

I'm tired of your games.

It's a really great game, Leon.

It makes people nicer and starts them thinking.

The kind of gave you love.

If I win, you keep me with you for life.

And if you lose?

You'll go shopping alone, like before.

You're gonna lose, Mathilda.

There's a round in the chamber,

I heard it.

So what?

What's it to you if I end up with a bullet in the head, huh?

Nothing.

I hope you're not lying, Leon.

I really hope that down deep inside there's no love in you.

Cause if there is, just a little bit of love in you

I think that in a few minutes you're gonna regret you never said anything.

I love you, Leon.

I win.