The Bourne Identity Page #26

And BOURNE takes the gun from her -- standing there --

reloading -- both barrels -- raising the gun -- aiming it --

...................................................

INT. MOVING METRO CAR -- DAY

THE PROFESSOR sitting there. Like a dummy. Like a puppet

that's been propped up. He's f***ed -- his whole side

ravaged with shot -- his arm shredded -- hand barely

there -- blood flowing fast --

BOURNE:

Who else is coming?

THE PROFESSOR staring up at the gun. Stunned. Doomed.

Mouth dry. Eyes struggling to make sense of the chaos.

BOURNE:

I won't ask again.

PROFESSOR:

I work alone. Like you...

(confused beat)

...we always work alone.

BOURNE:

What do you mean?

PROFESSOR:

Who are you? Rome? Paris?

(Bourne is just

staring--)

Treadstone...both of us...I was

warned but...

BOURNE:

Treadstone?

PROFESSOR:

...which one are you?...

BOURNE lowering the weapon -- head swimming --

BOURNE:

Paris. I live in Paris...

PROFESSOR:

...headaches...you have that...I

get such bad headaches...

BOURNE:

Yes.

PROFESSOR:

...it's a problem...

He's losing blood fast -- things inside him seizing up --

BOURNE:

Treadstone.

PROFESSOR:

...or in a car...when it's

dark...something with the

headlights...

(circuits exploding)

...pills, right? Treadstone had

those pills...

BOURNE:

What is Treadstone?

PROFESSOR:

...what did you do?...you must've

really f***ed up...

BOURNE:

I think so.

PROFESSOR:

...someone said caffeine -- for a

headache...doesn't seem...

BOURNE:

What do they want me to do?

PROFESSOR:

...they won't let you go...

BOURNE:

Why?

THE PROFESSOR -- coughing -- a spasm -- helpless --

PROFESSOR:

Look at this...

(all the blood--)

...least you have a woman....

And he's gone. Like that. Sitting there. And BOURNE looks

paralyzed too. Kneeling there. Stalled out.

MARIE:

Jason...

BOURNE doesn't answer -- can't, because there's this

sound -- this pulsing hum -- BOURNE reaching into THE

PROFESSOR'S POCKET and --

INSERT -- THE E-PHONE PAGER -- covered in blood -- hum --

hum -- hum -- BOURNE'S HAND wiping at the blood that covers

the display --

BOURNE staring at it. Very familiar to him.

MARIE:

We've got to go.

INT. METRO CAR -- DAY

BOURNE and MARIE racing back through the cars -- away from

the scene of the crime and --

EXT. ABOVE-GROUND METRO PLATFORM -- DAY

THE SHATTERED TRAIN pulling into the station -- doors

opening -- SCREAMS ECHOING through the station from up the

platform and --

BOURNE and MARIE getting off the last car and --

EXT. STREET/ALLEY NEAR THE PLATFORM -- DAY

Two minutes later. BOURNE and MARIE -- exhausted -- beat --

Everything all at once --

BOURNE:

Take this.

She turns. He's holding the locker key.

BOURNE:

Take it.

But she doesn't move.

MARIE:

And that's it?

BOURNE:

If you're lucky.

(it's hanging there)

Take it.

(beat)

There's enough in there to make a

life. Any life. Just get out now.

Get low. Stay low.

(beat)

Take it.

She takes it. Staring at him. Simply refusing to cry.

MARIE:

What was I thinking, right?

BOURNE:

I can't protect you anymore.

MARIE:

What about you?

BOURNE:

I'm gonna find the end of this.

(beat)

I can't protect you.

MARIE takes one last look. And she's running --

BOURNE hangs there a moment -- listening to her go -- and

then he pulls out THE E-PHONE PAGER. And it's pulsing like

crazy.

BOURNE flips open the shell. There's a keypad in there.

Holding it. Like a missing organ.

INT. THE ZURICH AIRPORT MOTEL ROOM -- DAY

Remember MANHEIM? He's still there waiting. And his pager

goes off, and --

INT. TREADSTONE PARIS -- NIGHT

A safehouse -- CONKLIN filling a burn bag -- racing --

everything's going --

EXT. TREADSTONE PARIS -- NIGHT

CONKLIN done with the dirty work -- out into the street --

As he's about to leave -- he hears a sound -- a familiar

sound -- hum -- hum -- hum --

He cross the street -- looks down to the Quai below --

Holy sh*t -- there's one of his E-PHONE PAGERS --

He goes down -- picks it up --

And now --

BOURNE:

What did you do to me?

CONKLIN wheels around. There he is. Right behind him.

CONKLIN:

What did I do? What've you done?

Do you have any idea? Any

conception? What you've destroyed?

Do you have any idea how much time

and work -- how many people have

their lives wrapped up in this?

So now you know.

BOURNE:

Are you Treadstone?

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