The Bourne Identity Page #12

BOURNE:

I can't believe I slept.

MARIE:

You were tired. Here...

(bread and soda--)

For twenty-thousand I like to throw

in breakfast.

(he takes it)

So what do you dream about?

BOURNE:

I dream I'm asleep. I dream that

I'm asleep and I can't wake up.

(he takes a hit from

her smoke and

coughs--)

I don't think I smoke.

Another silence. She's watching him.

MARIE:

You ever think maybe you have a family?

BOURNE:

I thought about it. I don't know.

She looks away. Was she hoping for another answer?

MARIE:

I guess it's like Christmas every

day for you, huh?

INT. TREADSTONE CONKLIN'S OFFICE -- DAY

MARIE'S FACE -- A PASSPORT PHOTO -- she's eighteen -- she's

smiling -- really alive and fresh and --

CONKLIN behind his desk. ABBOTT staring grimly at the

picture --

ABBOTT:

Who is she?

ZORN:

Marie Helene Kreutz. She's twenty-

six. Born outside Munich. Father

was a welder. He died in '91. We

don't have the mother. There might

be a step-sister, we're trying to

track that down.

(apologetic)

It's tough. She's a wanderer. She

pops up on the grid here and there

but...I mean, the last time she

paid an electric bill in Europe was

'94. No taxes. No steady employer.

She's got three arrests. Two

shoplifting cases, one in Spain,

one in Germany. And she actually

did three months in an Italian

detention center for credit card fraud.

ABBOTT:

No political affiliations?

CONKLIN:

She's a gypsy. If it's a cover,

it's a great one.

ABBOTT:

I'm assuming we're exploring that

possibility.

CONKLIN:

We're exploring every possibility.

(tighter by the moment)

We are in pursuit. How much more

do you want me to tell you?

ABBOTT:

Pursuit would indicate that you

know exactly where he is.

CONKLIN:

No. Pursuit ends when we know

exactly where he is.

ABBOTT:

Yes, well, I think we need some

fresh eyes on this problem. I'm

bringing in some people from upstairs.

CONKLIN hesitates. Inside he's screaming.

CONKLIN:

We've been down here for two weeks

banging our heads against the wall.

We've been sleeping down here. We

just got our first lead fourteen

hours ago, and now? -- now that we

finally have something to work

with -- you want to bring planning

personnel down here?

(real steam)

I'd rethink that.

ABBOTT:

I want a second opinion.

CONKLIN:

This is an operations desk.

ABBOTT:

I'm not asking.

EXT. PARIS STREET NEAR BOURNE'S APARTMENT -- DAY

THE LITTLE RED CAR cruising through town.

INT. THE LITTLE RED CAR -- DAY

MARIE driving. BOURNE checking building numbers as they

pass --

BOURNE:

Slow down. No, don't stop. Just...

MARIE:

(looking over)

That's it? Is that it?

AN APARTMENT BUILDING. Big building. Elegant but cold.

BOURNE:

Four-fifty. That's the address...

MARIE:

Looks familiar?

BOURNE:

No.

(staring back as they

pass--)

No. Go around. Keep going...

MARIE pulling up -- turning a corner -- watching him as she

does. But he's pre-occupied -- eyes scanning -- taking it

all in --

MARIE:

Where?

BOURNE:

Yeah. Pull in here. Park it.

MARIE angles into an alleyway. Cuts the engine.

MARIE:

So this is it, right?

BOURNE:

I guess.

Dead pause. She's waiting. He's still scanning the street.

MARIE:

I should go.

BOURNE:

I don't remember any of this.

MARIE:

Jason...

He turns back. She's staring at him.

BOURNE:

Sorry. The money, right?

Before she can say anything, he's digging in the backpack.

He pulls out another stack of hundreds. Hands it over. She

takes it. It's not what she wanted, but she's used to being

disappointed. Fighting it.

MARIE:

Okay, so...

BOURNE:

Thanks for the ride.

MARIE:

Anytime.

Silence. That moment. He focuses. Getting it.

BOURNE:

Look, I don't know what's up there.

MARIE:

You got me pretty f***ing curious.

BOURNE:

Look, you could come up. Or you

could wait if you want. I could go

check it out. You could wait.

MARIE:

Nah...

(hide the pain)

With you, I mean, you'd probably

just forget about me, right?

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