The Bourne Identity Page #19
BOURNE:
-- this is a tire dealership, right?
TELEPHONE VOICE (OVER)
No sir, this is a navigational
chart registry. I'm afraid you
have the wrong number.
Dial tone. BOURNE making a note. And as he does --
TIME CUT -- one minute later -- call number two --
NEW VOICE (OVER)
(French, male, hassled)
(Marseille-Tropez Marina, how can I
help you?)
BOURNE:
(Hey, so this is the Marina, right?)
NEW VOICE (OVER)
(Yes, sir. Can I help you?)
BOURNE:
(he's got the number)
(This is the one in Marseille, right?)
NEW VOICE (OVER)
(Last time I looked.)
TIME CUT -- one minute later -- call number three --
OPERATOR RECORDING (OVER)
(The number you have dialed has
been disconnected. If you think
you've reached this message in
error--)
TIME CUT -- one minute later -- last call --
RECORDED VOICE (OVER)
"You've reached the office of Simon
Rawlins at Alliance Security
Maritime Division. Paris office
hours are from nine a.m. to six p.m.
If this is an emergency, please
call our twenty-four hour help line
at..."
BOURNE hangs up. Scribbles down the number. Backing away
and --
INT. TREADSTONE RESEARCH DESK -- NIGHT
CONKLIN and the RESEARCH TECHS jamming on the console --
CONKLIN:
-- let's check that Interpol window
again --
RESEARCH TECH #1
-- I'm on it --
CONKLIN:
-- I want that red car -- the
girl -- we gotta get lucky here --
RESEARCH TECH #2
Sir.
(Conklin turns--)
I've got a code here from NSA --
they're not gonna give us Keyhole
satellite clearance unless we have
sign-off from upstairs.
CONKLIN turns and --
ABBOTT:
No.
(sitting there tensely)
We can't risk it.
CONKLIN:
Our last sighting was forty-eight
hours ago. Even if they stayed in
the car, the grid is huge.
(please)
This is it. He's trained --
conditioned -- they're built to
disappear. You give him another
day to run and we may never find him.
ABBOTT:
This doesn't go upstairs.
CONKLIN left hanging. ABBOTT clear on this one.
EXT. EST. SHOT -- LA DEFENSE -- DAY
Monolithic tech. Reflection city.
INT. ELEVATOR -- LA DEFENSE -- DAY
BOURNE dressed for success. Suit. Cleaned up good.
Catching his reflection in the elevator's mirrored ceiling.
Nerves on edge.
ALLIANCE SECURITY MARITIME DIVISION. Glossy posters of
yachts, tankers and luxury sailboats. BOURNE standing there.
Sucking it up. God knows what he's walking into here and --
INT. ALLIANCE SECURITY -- DAY
A SECRETARY leading BOURNE through a suite of offices and
into --
INT. PETER RAWLINS' OFFICE -- DAY
Meet RAWLINS. He's a young, jolly Brit -- pink and
overfed -- and quite shocked to see...
RAWLINS:
Mr. Kane...
(hastily tidying up)
Come right in...please...have a seat.
BOURNE:
Thanks.
BOURNE just trying to feel his way through this...
RAWLINS:
Well...
(really thrown)
I must admit, when my assistant
told me you were here I was,
really -- I was quite -- I was
surprised.
BOURNE:
Really.
RAWLINS:
We thought you were gone for good.
BOURNE:
Did you?
RAWLINS:
Well, I mean it's a tough business,
isn't it? Cutthroat.
A long awkward beat. Neither of them sure where to go.
RAWLINS (CONT'D)
(finally)
Look, our bid -- it was
competitive -- but definitely at
the high end of competitive -- when
we didn't hear back from you, we
did some re-analysis of the numbers,
and honestly, we'd really like a
chance to do a bit better.
(pitching now)
I'm assuming you're still in the
market. It's the same vessel?
BOURNE:
Yes.
RAWLINS:
We just picked up a job quite like
the one we were bidding for you.
Gorgeous boat, hundred-and-seventy-
five-foot pleasure cruiser. I
think we learned a few things that
might allow us to make our proposal
for your job, as I said, a bit more
competitive.
BOURNE:
Okay.
Another beat. Rawlins holding back until now...
RAWLINS:
Was it the break-in?
BOURNE:
Excuse me?
RAWLINS:
We also thought we hadn't heard
from you -- we've had a bit of a
publicity nightmare, people have
been talking.
(the meat)
Our offices were broken into --
vandalism mostly -- shortly after
we last spoke.
BOURNE:
I hadn't heard.
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