The Bourne Identity Page #14
OPERATOR/PHONE
One moment, please...
(a long pause, and
then--)
I'm afraid, I have no one by that
name registered, sir.
BOURNE:
D'accord... Merci.
(about to hang up--)
OPERATOR/PHONE
-- sir? --
BOURNE:
-- hang on -- I need you to check
another name for me -- hang on --
un moment, s'il vous plait --
BOURNE grabbing the backpack -- tearing through it -- where
is it? -- where is it? -- sh*t and money falling out and --
There it is -- from the safe-deposit box -- that piece of
card stock -- the one with no passport attached to it --
BOURNE (CONT'D)
(reading it)
Kane. Do you have Mr. John Michael
Kane?
OPERATOR/PHONE
One moment, sir.
BOURNE waiting. And then there's muzak -- holding music and --
THE MASTER BATHROOM
Water running in the tub. MARIE pulling off her boots.
Checking the temperature.
THE OFFICE STUDY
Bourne still on hold. And then --
MANAGER/PHONE
(a new voice suddenly)
Bonjour? Monsieur? Allo...
BOURNE:
Yes, I'm here...
MANAGER/PHONE
You call about Monsieur Kane? John
Michael Kane?
BOURNE:
Yes. Is he there?
MANAGER/PHONE
You are a friend of his?
BOURNE:
Yes.
MANAGER/PHONE
I have some very bad news for you,
sir. I'm terrible sorry to have to
tell you this, but Monsieur Kane
has passed away almost two weeks ago...
Silence. BOURNE is rocked. But the Manager, it's natural,
he interprets the silence as grief...
MANAGER/PHONE
There was an accident. On the
motorway. Apparently, he was
killed instantly. Really, I'm
terrible sorry to be the one to
tell you this...
BOURNE:
...I understand...
MANAGER/PHONE
...we actually, we were unaware for
several days that this had happened.
When they came for his things, it
was made known for us, you see?
BOURNE:
Who? Who came?
MANAGER/PHONE
His brother. You know his brother?
BOURNE:
Right. Yes. Of course.
MANAGER/PHONE
It's very bad this. Terrible sad.
Such a young man.
BOURNE:
Do you -- his brother -- do you
have a phone number?
MANAGER/PHONE
I think not...
(quick French to
someone in the office
there--)
No, I'm sorry. It was very sudden.
He was here very briefly.
BOURNE just hands up the phone. Just like that. Not even
goodbye. Standing there frozen. Stunned. John Michael
Kane is dead. And he had the passport.
Suddenly, everything's changed. They shouldn't be here.
This is bad. Danger.
THE MASTER BATHROOM
MARIE playing with her hair in the mirror. Checking the
water --
MARIE:
(calling out to him--)
She wasn't kidding about the water.
It's freezing.
THE OFFICE:
BOURNE frozen there. On alert. He forces a smile. Decoy mood.
BOURNE:
Hang on. I'll check the kitchen...
(moving out of the
office--)
Maybe it takes a while to get all
the way upstairs.
THE KITCHEN:
BOURNE moving to the sink. He's smiling. Upbeat. But it's
an act. His eyes are everywhere. Turning on the water.
But ignoring it. What he's really doing is searching out a
weapon. Pulling A KNIFE very quietly from behind the stove.
Holding it. Feels pretty comfortable. Hiding it down by
his side. On the move again, now --
BOURNE:
Yeah, it's cold in here, too...
(calling to her as he
goes--)
Let's give it another minute.
BOURNE like we've ever seen him. Like an animal. Every
sound -- every breeze -- everything carries information.
Standing still. Taking it all in.
Real quick layout -- there's big windows along one wall that
face out to the street below. The hallway to the bedroom
and bath feeds into the living room from one side. There is
a large frosted airshaft window along that hallway wall.
Simple furniture.
MARIE:
(suddenly--)
-- omigod! --
(she's behind him--)
-- what're you? -- no -- no --
MARIE backing away -- completely freaked -- BOURNE standing
there with the knife in his hand and --
BOURNE:
-- no -- Marie -- no! -- it's not
like that --
MARIE:
-- please -- Jason -- omigod --
BOURNE:
MARIE -- frightened -- confused -- paralyzed for a moment --
BOURNE glancing back -- a curtain fluttering behind him --
motioning for MARIE to get down -- do it -- now -- down!
MARIE hesitating and --
BOURNE -- what's he doing? -- he's unscrewing a lightbulb
from a lamp beside him and --
MARIE about to say something -- he shakes her off --
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