The Bourne Identity Page #2
GIANCARLO rummaging around -- finding a magnifying glass --
THE MAN:
What is that?
INSERT -- MAGNIFIED POV -- a slip of plastic from the
tube -- written there -- 000-7-17-12-0-14-26. GEMEINSCHAFT
BANK, ZURICH.
GIANCARLO:
It came from your hip. Under the
skin.
(turning back--)
You have a bank in Zurich.
(waiting)
You remember Zurich?
THE MAN:
No.
GIANCARLO staring at him now. Different suddenly. Suspicious.
GIANCARLO:
Look, I'm just on this boat, okay?
I'm an engineer. Whatever this is,
it's not for me to be involved, okay?
THE MAN:
I don't remember Zurich.
GIANCARLO pulls his pint. Takes a hit.
GIANCARLO:
(offering the
bottle--)
You drink rum?
THE MAN:
I don't know.
EXT. FISHING BOAT DECK -- NIGHT
THE MAN stands at the rail, staring out to sea. So lost.
He turns to head inside -- there, a surfcasting rod propped
against a locker.
THE MAN picks up the rod -- flips the bail -- traps the
line -- now he's casting far out into the darkness. And for
the first time, he smiles.
INT. FISHING BOAT GALLEY -- NIGHT
A ratty old espresso machine. THE MAN standing there,
staring at the thing like it's a test. Then his hands begin
to move -- trying to pack a grind -- trying to fit it in --
turning on the steam and --
THE MAN alone doing chin-ups on the deck rail. He's still
bandaged and the wounds must hurt like hell, but he's
pushing himself. Using the pain -- bathing in it -- maybe
even hoping that it will hold some answer for him.
INT. FISHING BOAT GALLEY -- NIGHT
A chess board. Wooden pieces jumbled in a box. THE MAN
hesitates -- takes a black knight from the box -- lingers
for a moment -- and then places it on the board. He's off
and running. He knows this. Placing pieces faster and
faster -- still setting it up, as we --
INT. FISHING BOAT HEAD -- NIGHT
One of the ugliest bathrooms on the planet. THE MAN
standing before a pitted, tarnished, cataract of a mirror.
Staring at himself.
And then he speaks.
THE MAN:
(in perfect French)
(I don't know who I am. Do you
know who I am? Do have any idea
who I am?)
And then he stops. Blinks. Wipes away the perspiration
just beading on his forehead.
THE MAN:
(in perfect Dutch)
(Tell me who I am. If you know who
I am, please stop f***ing around
and tell me.)
No answer. Just that face. His face. Who am I?
And what else is inside there?
SAILORS hauling in the nets. THE MAN -- still bandaged, but
healing -- working beside them. Earning his keep. Getting
healthy.
EXT. ITALIAN COASTLINE -- DAWN
A small, colorful fishing village. The trawler motoring in.
INT. THE FISHING BOAT BUNK ROOM -- SAME TIME
THE MAN buttoning up borrowed clothes. GIANCARLO pulling
some cash from his pocket --
GIANCARLO:
(offering the money)
It's not much, but it should get
you to Switzerland.
THE MAN:
I won't forget this.
GIANCARLO gives him a look. Shakes his head, and --
INT. POKEY ITALIAN TRAIN STATION -- DAY
The ticket window. THE MAN and a TICKET AGENT.
TICKET AGENT:
Una sola via?
THE MAN:
Si. One way. Una sola via.
EXT. TGV -- DAY
A HELICOPTER SHOT -- a bullet train speeds through snow-
capped Alps. We move in on a window -- and staring out is...
...THE MAN. People all around him -- families --
businessmen -- normal people going about their lives. THE
MAN turns back to the window, but he's not watching the
scenery -- he's looking at his reflection. So lost. His
face suddenly plunged into darkness as the train bombs into
a tunnel...
EXT. TRAIN -- NIGHT
...and out of the darkness into night and the HELICOPTER
SHOT, as the train races toward ZURICH.
INT. CIA HEADQUARTERS CONFERENCE ROOM -- DAY
A VIDEO MONITOR -- FULL FRAME -- meet WOMBOSI. He's an
African ex-dictator, think Idi Amin crossed with Mobutu.
He's in some sort of throne room. And he's angry.
Bodyguards and a translator hovering nervously around him.
What this is, is NEWS FOOTAGE -- an interview conducted by a
German TV station.
WOMBOSI:
(he speaks english)
...no, no, no -- the time is not
right, my enemies are too strong.
I'm telling you to wait for this,
you understand? I'm telling you
this, and I'm making a warning to
all those peoples out there that
think that my powers have become so
weak that they can play with me as
they wish. You will see -- I will
tell you when the evidence is clear.
Then you will have a story. My old
friends will hear about themselves.
(stopping, freezing
on that image, and--)
MARSHALL, a CIA bigwig has the remote control. And the floor.
MARSHALL:
That's Nykwana Wombosi speaking in
Paris the day before yesterday.
I'm sure most of you have a passing
knowledge of Mr. Wombosi. Some of
worked with him over the years.
Some of you very closely...
TWELVE CIA MANDARINS sitting around the table like kids in
detention. We will tour the faces as MARSHALL continues,
but the guy we're interested in is named WARD ABBOTT.
Picture a sawier, slicker John Poindexter.
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