The Bourne Identity Page #10

BOURNE:

No. No, I mean, I really don't

know who I am. I can't remember

anything earlier than two weeks ago.

(it's not flying)

I'm serious.

MARIE:

What? Like amnesia?

BOURNE:

Look, go ahead...put the radio on...

MARIE:

Amnesia?

(total incredulity)

You're saying you don't remember

anything that happened before two

weeks ago?

BOURNE:

That's what I'm saying.

MARIE:

(German)

(Give me a f***ing break.)

BOURNE staring at her. She's furious. She's downshifting --

she's accelerating -- pulling out to pass the truck on a

blind turn, as we --

EXT. ZURICH BANK -- DAY/DUSK

APFEL emerges from the bank. Leaving work. Turns the

corner into a quiet side street and --

Up ahead, here comes another guy in a suit. It's MANHEIM

walking toward us, deep into a cell phone conversation.

Barely noticing Apfel as they get closer and --

As they pass -- MANHEIM -- it's completely out of the

blue -- he's jabbing the cellphone down into Apfel's

shoulder and --

APFEL -- no clue -- already clutching at the coronary

exploding in his chest -- dead before his body hits the

street and --

MANHEIM -- still walking -- he's never broken stride -- and

as he goes he's fiddling with the cellphone and --

INSERT -- THE CELLPHONE -- MANHEIM'S HANDS working to

retract a syringe into the device and --

MANHEIM striding away. Disappearing into Zurich...

INT. PARIS MORGUE -- NIGHT

Not the best morgue in town. Cold tile. A wall of freezers.

Death lighting. Now add some color. Meet NYKWANA WOMBOSI

in the flesh.

Meet HIS ENTOURAGE -- eight or ten of his thirty children --

two of his wives -- three of his bodyguards -- the whole

crew spread out in this horrible basement room. THE WIVES

are chatting. THE KIDS are playing, fighting and eating candy.

THE BODYGUARDS -- three of them here -- are white. These

guys are French/Corsican mercs. Not quite the A-Team. The

guy in charge of this ugly little unit is named DEAUVAGE.

Into it. Too into it.

TWO MORGUE ATTENDANTS hanging back. THE MORGUE BOSS --

who's clearly suffering this for a bribe -- moves to one of

the freezer lockers...

MORGUE BOSS:

(French)

(Okay, Monsieur Kane...number 121...)

And he pulls open FREEZER #121. And thank God we can't see

it, because whatever's inside there is clearly horrible.

THE MORGUE BOSS barely takes a glance, standing back as

quickly as possible.

DEAUVAGE -- lead bodyguard -- moves to clear a zone for his

boss --

WOMBOSI:

Get the f*** out of my way --

(pushing Deauvage

aside--)

WOMBOSI moves to the freezer box. Stares down. As if it

were nothing. He's seen -- he's made -- much, much worse.

And now he reaches down into the box -- hands on --

literally feeling around this dead, awful corpse with his

bare hands -- feeling around for something -- feeling and

feeling and not finding --

WOMBOSI:

(turning to Deauvage--)

It's not him.

DEAUVAGE looking pale as WOMBOSI slams shut the freezer.

WOMBOSI:

(quiet hard fury)

So who's crazy now?

EXT. PARIS STREET -- NIGHT

A MINI-MOTORCADE driving towards Neuilly. Two security cars.

A van full of kids and mothers. And one big Mercedes stretch.

INT. THE MERCEDES STRETCH LIMO -- NIGHT

WOMBOSI alone in the back. Looking haunted.

INT. TRUCKSTOP CAF+ -- NIGHT

It's a weird spot. Open all night. But Euro-style. Quiet

tonight. A few Alpen-truckers chowing down. A local or two

at the bar and --

BOURNE AND MARIE at a back table. Drinking coffee. He's

got the red bag open. All the passports -- the personal

junk -- the money -- all the sh*t from the Zurich bank

box -- he's been showing it to her --

And he's got her attention now.

MARIE:

And you have no idea -- not a

clue -- what came before that?

BOURNE:

No.

MARIE:

When you think of it, before the

ship -- before you wake up on the

ship, what do you see?

BOURNE:

Nothing. It's just not there.

MARIE:

Well, this is great.

(she sits back)

I'm sick of myself and you have no

idea who you are.

BOURNE:

I kept trying things, I thought if

I could find all the things I could

do, I could --

MARIE:

-- you could put it together --

BOURNE:

-- which was okay for a while, I

was okay with it...

(hesitating now)

But then -- there's all these other

things -- all these other things I

know how to do -- and this -- this

stuff from the bank and...

(suddenly flat out--)

I think something bad happened.

MARIE:

What are you talking about?

BOURNE:

I don't know.

MARIE:

Sounds like you were in an accident

or something.

BOURNE:

I was shot twice in the back.

MARIE:

Okay, so you're a victim.

BOURNE:

There was a gun. Who has a safe

deposit box with a gun and all this

money and all these passports?

MARIE:

Lots of people have guns. You're

American. Americans love guns.

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