The Bourne Identity Page #21

MARIE:

What is that?

BOURNE:

It's a name. Mr. Wombosi owns a

thirty million dollar yacht. He's

the proud owner of an Alliance

Security package.

(handing her the

brochure--)

He also paid a visit to the morgue

to see John Michael Kane.

(the ripped-out

page--)

MARIE:

What does that mean?

(but he's walking

again--)

Jason, what does that mean?

(she's trying to

catch up, but he's

walking really fast--)

Jason, please...who is he?

BOURNE:

I don't know.

(he's not turning

back again--)

MARIE:

So what are we doing?

BOURNE:

Go back to the hotel.

MARIE just stops. Reeling.

BOURNE walking away. Into Paris night and --

INT. CONKLIN'S TREADSTONE OFFICE -- DAY/NIGHT?

ABBOTT alone here. On the phone. Looking up to see --

ZORN:

They found him. They found Bourne.

ABBOTT jumps off the call. Eyes never leaving ZORN.

ABBOTT:

Where?

ZORN:

You better come in.

EXT. L'ETOILE -- NIGHT

THE PROFESSOR -- A MOTORCYCLE -- screaming through traffic

and --

INT. WOMBOSI'S SECURITY ROOM -- NIGHT

VIDEO MONITOR -- there's BOURNE -- staring up and --

DEAUVAGE:

(Jesus f***, what is this?)

INT. TREADSTONE RESEARCH DESK -- NIGHT

VIDEO MONITOR -- different angle -- more clandestine -- but

same deal -- there's BOURNE just standing there and --

ABBOTT:

Omigod.

EXT. WOMBOSI COMPOUND -- NIGHT

BOURNE live. On the street. Bathed in a streetlight.

Staring up at a security camera.

Total hero moment.

I'm here. I'm waiting. I know you're watching.

EXT. WOMBOSI COMPOUND -- NIGHT

Confusion to say the least -- WOMBOSI -- pistol in hand --

moving as fast as he can through the clutter -- KIDS

scattering as he follows DEAUVAGE -- racing for THE SECURITY

ROOM --

INT. TREADSTONE COMMUNICATIONS ROOM -- NIGHT

CONKLIN -- ZORN -- ABBOTT -- THE TECHS -- everyone plugged

into the tension here --

CONKLIN:

-- how long? --

COMM TECH #1

-- minutes -- he's close --

EXT. NEUILLY STREETS -- NIGHT

THE PROFESSOR on the speeding cycle -- closing in fast and --

EXT. WOMBOSI'S COMPOUND -- NIGHT

BOURNE standing there as the FRONT GATE opens. The moment.

The big deep breath. He's walking in --

INT. TREADSTONE COMMUNICATIONS DESK -- NIGHT

Uglier by the second -- desperation madness --

ABBOTT:

-- he went inside! --

CONKLIN:

(to Abbott)

-- if we can get a clean shot --

ABBOTT:

-- inside the house? --

CONKLIN:

-- that's what they're trained

for -- just a surgical strike.

ABBOTT:

Forget it.

CONKLIN:

What do you want to do?

ABBOTT:

We don't know what we're into!

CONKLIN:

We're in the shitter, man! Pick

your poison. Maybe he's in there

to finish the job. Maybe he's

working for Wombosi. Maybe they

want to go on TV together. Every

possibility sucks -- we've got to move!

INT. WOMBOSI COMPOUND MAIN HALLWAY -- NIGHT

DEAUVAGE and BODYGUARD #1 giving BOURNE a serious pat down.

BOURNE:

Is he here?

DEAUVAGE doesn't answer -- spinning BOURNE around -- they're

really going over him --

INT. TREADSTONE COMMUNICATIONS ROOM -- NIGHT

CONKLIN on his feet -- ABBOTT beet red -- this is getting

loud --

CONKLIN:

You don't have the stones for this.

You people come down here and wink

and whisper and we send these guys

out and get it done. And you're

clear. And the guys upstairs get

what they want. And the whole

bunch of you are so stuffed on

deniability it's coming out of your

ears.

(gauntlet)

Well, you know what? You're here

now. What do you want to do?

ABBOTT just shaking his head no.

And CONKLIN snaps -- suddenly he's over the console --

there's the button -- and he's pressing it and --

EXT. NEUILLY ROOFTOPS -- NIGHT

THE PROFESSOR in position -- roof of the house next door --

hum -- hum -- hum --

It's the E-PHONE PAGER -- he's just been activated and --

INT. WOMBOSI'S COMPOUND HALLWAY -- NIGHT

BOURNE being marched toward the throne room doors --

DEAUVAGE and BODYGUARD #1 flanking him -- KIDS and WIVES

staring as he passes -- the way you'd look at a prisoner on

the way to the gallows --

THE BIG DOORS thrown open wide and --

WOMBOSI on the throne.

WOMBOSI:

Come in.

(an imperial gesture)

Please...

BOURNE steps up to the plate.

WOMBOSI:

Did you bring investment advice for

me tonight? It was tax shelters,

wasn't it? Swiss debenture-swaps.

BOURNE:

MPG Capital.

WOMBOSI:

I think investment advice from a

dead man, it's a bad idea.

(beat)

How does it feel to be dead?

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