Shit, you're so fucking dumb, Zap. I got the keys!
I... I zapped it.
Zapped it. That's all you ever do, huh? Zap things.
You're real dumb, huh?
This is my place.
Great. You show us round and we lose no time, okay?
I need it.
You'll get it, baby.
Get a move on. I'll start without you.
This'll stop them messing us about.
I need it.
It's coming! Just cool it!
Get a move on, Coyotte. For Christ's sake!
Fuck it!
The light!
Are you guys nuts?
What are you shits after...
apart from trouble?
Is that your old man, Coyotte?
Antoine?
Dad.
It's not you?
We need a fix.
Going to shoot your baby boy?
Asshole!
Asshole! Kill him!
Is that it? Come on! My name's Rico. My name's Rico!
Go for it, Zap, go for it!
Make it good, Zap. Make it good, huh?
It's gonna be good, Rico!
It's gonna be good!
None left?
No.
Can it!
Quiet!
Out! Hands behind your back!
Put your legs apart. More!
Full name.
Nikita.
Here's a word of advice, cutie.
Just play it cool. I don't think this bullshit's funny.
Understand?
Cutie!
Maybe we should wait...
Cool it. I know what these jerks are like.
It's all for show.
Pencil.
Concentrate. Put your last and first name.
My name's...
cutie!
After considering the Saint-Denis case, we find the accused guilty...
of the willful murders of Georges Henri...
Grégoire Andersen and Michel Terlin...
all three law-enforcement officers.
In reply to the question of extenuating circumstances...
the jury has replied in the negative.
Therefore, the accused is sentenced according to Article 304...
to life imprisonment.
With a 30-year minimum before review for parole.
Court adjourned.
Motherfuckers!
Let go...
you asshole!
Cut it out.
Let me go...
motherfucker!
Hold her!
Motherfuckers!
Out of the way!
You can't do this.
I don't wanna go like this.
You gotta tell my mother.
She's been told.
So why ain't she here?
Why ain't my mother here?
Can't we wait a bit longer?
She'll come and fetch me. My mother will come and fetch me.
Mom.
Hello.
What's your name?
Nikita.
Nice name.
Where's it from?
A song.
What's it about?
Mister...
is this Heaven here or not?
No, but...
it could turn out to be.
You died Saturday at 5:00 p.m.
The prison doctor confirmed...
suicide after an overdose of tranquillisers. You're buried...
in Maisons-Alfort, row 8, plot 30.
Titi... That's Titi!
I work, let's say...
for the government.
We've decided to give you another chance.
What do I do?
Learn.
Learn to read, walk, talk, smile, and even fight.
Learn to do everything.
What for?
To serve your country.
What if I don't want to?
Row 8, plot 30.
Can I sleep a bit before I decide?
I'll be back in an hour.
Motherfucker!
Where's the way out?
Straight ahead.
- Who're these shits? - Employees.
Nobody move! It's okay!
The hell it is! Nothing's okay!
Open the door!
I can't open it.
Tell them to open the door!
They won't.
I'll blow your brains out.
It's not loaded.
Forget it. Get off me!
Cool it.
Right, get back to your desks.
Rule 1, the first bullet's not for you.
That'll clip your wings.
Made your mind up?
That's good.
Fill that out.
If I don't make it?
You'll make it.
We'll start with an easy program.
It's like a typewriter keyboard: Letters and figures.
That's the mouse. There's a roller under it to move the arrow.
If you press here, you can make drawings.
Go on, then.
There. Gently. That's good. Gently. Gently!
Bring the arrow back now. Back up to the corner.
Bring the arrow back here.
Very good. Now press here.
There you go.
Again.
These are the firearms we use. First, the simplest of all...
the Beretta 93R, 9mm automatic, 20 shots maximum.
The barrel towards the target.
Before learning the correct stance, get to know the tool.
Target at 10 metres.
Used one before?
Never on paper.
Nice and round.
Can't. My leg hurts.
Never mind. We'll try a reflex exercise.
An easy one.
Get ready.
Now I've taken up my guard.
I want you to try to hit my face.
Next class.
Sit down there.
My dear girl...
you don't look much now. Chewing gum.
But if we work hard together and if fortune smiles on us...
we'll be able to make you into a human being.
An intermediary but necessary step...
before becoming man's perfect complement:
A woman.
Do you like it?
Can you give me a definition of grace?
I'm not smart.
Smile then. That'll be a good start.
Smile when you don't know something.
You won't be any smarter, but it's nice for others.
Allow yourself to be taken over by the faint fragility...
which will make your face beautiful.
A smile.
A smile...
is surface sweetness.
Gentleness.
Almost a mood.
Shall we fix the wig?
How's it going?
I wish it had gone.
A sense of humour. That's a good start.
Made friends?
I get on well with my mouse.
When do we go for a drink?
Not just yet.
No rest in this factory?
Never.
That suits you.
I'm going to be 20 next week.
Can't I have just a bit of leave...
if you trail me?
How's it going? I've a great program to try out.
Present.
Let's open it, huh?
In three months, she's screwed everything up.
Lost your touch?
She has potential.
Potential?
I wonder what for, apart from kicking and biting instructors?
Good agents take time to train:
Five, six years maybe.
Oh, come on.
I'll give you two weeks. After that, she's out.
- Who are you? - I don't know.
But, you are...
Yes...
What are you doing in my arms?
I don't know.
But now that we've gotten this far...
Maybe it's just a dream.
Oh, my darling.
You've made progress, especially in dance.
In art, too.
But in all the other subjects...
nix, zilch...
zero.
I'll be right back.
Happy birthday.
Blow them out.
They've given us two weeks.
I can't do any more after that.
Not a thing.
Are you looking at my hands?
They were beautiful once.
Now, they give me away.
Did you go through this?
Let your pleasure be your guide.
Your pleasure as a woman.
And don't forget...
there are two things that have no limit:
Femininity and the means of taking advantage of it.
I don't believe it!
Not ready yet?
You're uptight, Amande.
It's five to and I hate unpunctuality.
Waiting sharpens the appetite.
Put this on.
God, this hanger's ugly.
I have to finish work.
No way! That'll do!
Only for a minute.
You look beautiful.
Are we dining?
Yes.
And why?
It's your birthday.
Your twenty-third.
Hey, he didn't forget.
Amande, we have a guest.
I thought we'd have dinner...
out.
Shall I go?
The usual, sir?
You know...
you can put your bag down.
Watch this.
Magic.
Wait a minute.
Tattinger, king of vintage champagnes.
- Enjoy your evening. - Thanks.
To your future.
Now?
It's loaded.
Six titanium bullets, plus an extra cartridge.
I don't get it.
There are three people behind you. A woman and two men in suits:
A bodyguard...
and a VIP. You've two bullets to kill him.
Then go down to the men's room.
In the end booth, there's a small window your size.
It opens onto a courtyard. A corridor leads to the street.
A car's waiting already.
You've got three minutes.
Please wait until I leave.
Eddy, look down there.
Other side.
Stay there.
José!
Coming!
Miss! Miss! Stop!
Open up!
There's trouble down here.
Miss!
Open the door...
asshole!
The window was walled up, Bob!
The window was walled up!
Of course it was.
You filthy shit!
Stop it, Nikita!
Motherfucker!
It's all over. You get out tomorrow. You get out tomorrow!
You get out tomorrow!
Just calm down, goddamn it!
We have to...
We have to do this sort of exercise before letting agents out.
You've worked well, Nikita.
Tonight...
and all these years.
I'll miss you.
I'll never kiss you again.
What category...
of mission is she for?
S1.
Still as ambitious.
Don't sit down.
Six months set-up time. I want her for September.
I can't stand you. I'd have let you die. So toe the line.
You won't be warned. Clear?
How many do I take?
Three at the most.
Jeannot.
Marie Clément from Sarlat. Nurse at the Salpétrière.
You're paid at the bank opposite the hospital.
Passport, driving license, and a bonus to help you out.
Your mission code name:
Joséphine.
Good luck.
I'm scared.
The worst's over.
Second floor, sunny, central heating...
and, lucky for you, it's vacant.
Perfect.
Are you in a hurry? Huh?
No, no, not at all.