The Bourne Identity Page #13

BOURNE:

How could I forget about you?

(he smiles)

You're the only person I know.

MARIE smiles. We've never seen it before. Worth waiting for.

INT. PARIS APARTMENT BUILDING FOYER -- NIGHT

BOURNE and MARIE standing at the directory. Five apartments.

One per floor. Five names. A buzzer. An intercom. There

it is.

J. Bourne.

BOURNE presses the buzzer. After a moment, he presses again.

Nothing.

MARIE:

I guess you're not home.

BOURNE checking the door. How to pop it open? Just about

to get into it, when --

CONCIERGE (OS)

(from the shadows

inside--)

(Monsieur Bourne...I'm coming...)

THE CONCIERGE is sixty. Plump and proper.

CONCIERGE:

(opening the door--)

(Mr. Bourne, there you are -- I was

wondering -- I haven't seen you --)

BOURNE:

(Here I am.)

THE CONCIERGE looking at BOURNE like maybe she's never seen

him look like this before. And she's looking at MARIE like

here's the reason her tenant looks like such sh*t.

BOURNE:

(he tries a smile)

(I seem to have lost my key.)

THE CONCIERGE nods. Instant chilly disapproval.

CONCIERGE:

(I've been ringing your bell. It's

good you were away. We had some

trouble with the hot water. It's

been repaired.)

BOURNE:

(Great. We could use a shower.)

(they look like

sh*t--)

(It was a long drive.)

THE CONCIERGE steps aside and --

INT. PARIS APARTMENT FIFTH FLOOR LANDING -- DAY

BOURNE and MARIE at the apartment threshold. He has a key now.

Turning it. And the door opens...

Nothing...

No bombs. No wife and kids. No one.

INT. PARIS APARTMENT -- DAY

A huge, rambling flat. Large entry hallway. Large rooms

beyond that. It's obviously expensive. But cold.

Completely impersonal. No photographs. No mementoes. No

human history.

WE'RE MOVING NOW

THE LIVING ROOM:

BOURNE and MARIE exploring.

MARIE:

It's big.

BOURNE silent. Struggling to get a feel for the place.

MARIE (CONT'D)

This is like a real apartment.

(she likes it)

This is really yours?

BOURNE:

I guess so.

MARIE taking it in fast. BOURNE seems paralyzed. Trying to

soak it all in. Willing himself home. Touching things as

he passes. As if a texture, a smell -- something will

become familiar. He's deep into this as we go to --

THE BEDROOM:

MARIE in the doorway. Checking it out. It's so clean and

simple. But it's not the decor she's most interested in...

MARIE opening an armoire...

Nothing but men's clothes. No competition. She's feeling

better by the moment as we go to --

THE KITCHEN:

Like a stage set. Lots of props and no sign of food.

BOURNE picking up a frying pan.

BOURNE:

This is my frying pan.

(and then--)

This is my spoon.

(trying harder)

I'm Jason Bourne and this is my

kitchen.

THE MASTER BATHROOM

MARIE still on the prowl. Mirror city. Big tub. One

toothbrush.

AN OFFICE STUDY:

There's a desk. Chair. Phone. Basic. BOURNE with a

folder in his hand. Staring at the bookshelves. Binders,

reference materials and hardbound volumes -- all of it about

maritime law. Ship schedules. Registry catalogs. All

about boats.

MARIE:

This is your office?

(from the doorway)

God, you live like a monk...

BOURNE:

All this stuff -- it's all about

boats.

(looking up)

I think I'm in the shipping business.

MARIE:

See. It's starting to come back,

yeah?

(he sort of nods)

You mind if I take a bath?

BOURNE:

Go ahead.

MARIE backs out. BOURNE alone again. Standing there for a

moment. Dealing with it.

And then he sits down in a chair.

BOURNE sitting there. Staring. The room, the desk -- it's

all so devoid of personality. And then, something catches

his eye and --

INSERT -- THE DESK TOP -- a faint silhouette through the

dust and grime. Outlines of where a computer used to sit.

BOURNE reaching suddenly under the desk. Bingo. Pulling

out a retractable computer keyboard tray. But it's empty.

No keyboard. Now he's really confused and --

INSERT -- A PHONE/ANSWERING MACHINE -- BOURNE pressing the

playback button and --

PHONE MACHINE:

"You have no messages."

BOURNE leaving that for a moment -- about to anyway -- and

then he turns back -- new idea -- pressing for the speaker

phone -- and then hitting redial and --

THE PHONE stars dialing...

RINGING and...

OPERATOR/PHONE

Bonjour, Hotel Marboeuf...

BOURNE quick grabbing the receiver. Taking it off

speakerphone and --

BOURNE:

...yes -- oui -- uh...

OPERATOR/PHONE

(Yes, sir. Hotel Marboeuf, Paris.

How can I direct your call?)

BOURNE:

Paris?

OPERATOR/PHONE

Yes, sir...

(switching to English,

thinking that's his

problem--)

How can I help you?

BOURNE:

Yes, I'm...I'm looking for Mr.

Jason Bourne.

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