The Bourne Identity Page #27

CONKLIN:

Am I Treadstone? Me?

(peering at him

closely now--)

What the hell're you talking about?

BOURNE showing nothing -- or is he trying too hard not to?

BOURNE:

What did you do to me?

CONKLIN:

What did I do? I spent thirty

million dollars on you. I spent

three years finding you -- four

years training you --

(incredulous)

What did I do?

(staring now)

What in the name of God have you

been doing, Jason?

BOURNE:

I don't know.

CONKLIN:

They're right about you, aren't

they? You're fried.

(on it now)

You really don't know what's going

on, do you?

BOURNE:

I know you've been trying to kill me.

CONKLIN:

Of course. We had to try. We

didn't know what was wrong.

(warming to this--)

We didn't know you were in trouble.

BOURNE:

So now you know.

CONKLIN:

So it's time to go home.

BOURNE:

That's all I get?

CONKLIN:

We'll make you better. We can put

the pieces back. We can do that.

BOURNE:

I don't think so.

CONKLIN:

We have to go home, Jason.

BOURNE:

Jason Bourne is dead.

CONKLIN:

There never was a Jason Bourne.

(that gets him)

You have to come with me. It's the

only way. We can give it back to

you...

BOURNE:

Keep it.

(and he's walking--)

CONKLIN:

Jason...

(trying to follow--)

They can't let you go...

BOURNE:

That'll be their second worst mistake.

And with that, BOURNE scrambles up a wall -- like it's

nothing -- CONKLIN just left there -- on the Quai -- in the

dark --

EXT. BANKS OF THE SEINE -- NIGHT

BOURNE walking away -- faster and faster --

EXT. BANKS OF THE SEINE NEARBY -- NIGHT

MANHEIM -- A CAR PARKED IN THE DARKNESS -- sitting alone

with his briefcase. Opening it. There's his gun.

BOURNE -- walking -- deeper into the darkness and --

MANHEIM -- in the dark car -- loading the weapon -- calm --

steady -- methodical and --

BOURNE -- walking and --

MANHEIM -- stepping out of the car -- closing the door

quietly -- deep in the shadows and --

BOURNE -- still coming -- the darkest part of the path just

ahead and --

MANHEIM -- raising the gun and --

THE CAMERA SPINS TO HIS TARGET AND --

IT'S CONKLIN! -- just climbing back up from the Quai --

MANHEIM -- the gun -- phftt -- phftt -- phftt --

CONKLIN -- three holes -- head -- heart -- gut -- his body

dropping like a stone beside his car.

MANHEIM walks over. Looks down. Point blank -- phftt --

that makes it four and --

INT. TREADSTONE COMMUNICATIONS DESK -- NIGHT

ABBOTT and ZORN alone in the dark. As a red light begins

pulsing on the console.

That red light means Conklin's dead.

After a moment, ZORN moves to the console and shuts the

light off.

EXT. BANKS OF THE SEINE -- NIGHT

BOURNE still walking. And he's just gonna keep on going, as

we --

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. CIA OPERATIONS CONFERENCE ROOM -- DAY

MARSHALL at the head of the table. A cadre of INTEL HONCHOS.

ABBOTT (O.S.)

The Treadstone project has actually

already been terminated. It was

designed primarily as a sort of

advanced game program...

ABBOTT in the hot seat. ZORN right there beside him.

ABBOTT:

...We'd hoped it might build into a

good training platform, but quite

honestly, for a strictly theoretical

exercise, we thought it was far too

expensive. The cost-benefit ratio

was just too high. It's been all

but decommissioned at this point.

MARSHALL:

All right, what's next?

ZORN handing ABBOTT the next hundred pages.

ABBOTT:

Okay, this is Blackbriar.

Blackbriar is a joint, DOD,

communications program that we

really feel has good traction to it.

ABBOTT is just gonna go on and on and on.

EXT. MARTHA'S VINEYARD -- DAY

Gorgeous Summer day. A SCOOTER RENTAL SHACK near the beach.

SIX MONTHS LATER

MARIE coming out of the shack with two helmets. Handing

them to A HAPPY COUPLE waiting there on their scooters.

THE HAPPY COUPLE rides off.

MARIE turns back and --

There's BOURNE. A new look. A smile.

MARIE:

Can I help you?

BOURNE:

This your store?

MARIE:

Yes.

BOURNE:

Think I could rent a scooter?

MARIE:

You have ID?

BOURNE:

Not really.

Beat. He smiles.

MARIE:

It's not a problem.

Her turn to smile. And we...

FADE OUT:

THE END:

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