The Bourne Identity Page #3

MARSHALL:

...He was an irritation before he

took power. He was a problem when

he was in power. And he's been a

disaster for us in exile.

(the tape--)

Wombosi likes to send us messages

through the European media. This

is an interview we pulled down from

a local German television station

in Dresden. We've been getting

these little broadsides every

couple of months. He knows this --

he knows that -- he's writing a

book about the Agency's history in

Africa -- he's going to name names.

It's basically a shakedown...

ABBOTT'S FACE says this is news to him. HIS HANDS suggest

otherwise.

MARSHALL:

This interview -- and I'll make the

tape available for anyone who wants

it -- he goes on to claim that he

has just survived an assassination

attempt. He says it's us. He says

he's got proof.

(beat)

The overwhelming negative

ramifications of this should be

obvious.

(hard and dry)

The Director wants to know if there

is any possible shred of truth in

this accusation.

Long pause. No hands go up.

INT. ZURICH TRAIN STATION -- NIGHT

THE MAN wandering through the terminal. Passing A PIZZA

PLACE closing up for the night.

THE MAN checks his funds. Just enough for one cold slice.

EXT. ZURICH STREETS -- NIGHT

THE MAN walking aimlessly.

EXT. ZURICH PARK -- NIGHT

THE MAN trying to get comfortable on a bench. It's chilly

but this will have to do until morning.

Just settling in, when --

ZURICH COP #1 (OS)

(authority German)

(Can't you read the signs?)

THE MAN turns. TWO ZURICH COPS coming toward him.

ZURICH COP #2

(On your feet. Let's go. Right now.)

THE MAN makes his feet. They're on top of him now.

ZURICH COP #1

(The park is closed. There's no

sleeping in the park.)

ZURICH COP #2

(Let's see some identification.)

THE MAN not sure what to do. Eyes moving. Mouth shut.

ZURICH COP #1

(Come on. Your papers. Let's go.)

THE MAN:

I've lost them. I've.

(German now)

(My papers. They are lost.)

ZURICH COP #1

(not sympathetic)

(Okay. Let's go. Put your hands up.)

ZURICH COP #2

(pulling his nightstick)

(-- come on -- hands up -- up --)

THE MAN raising his hand slowly -- ZURICH COP #1 reaching up

to pat him down --

THE MAN:

-- look, I'm just trying to sleep

okay? --

(German again)

(-- I just need to sleep --)

ZURICH COP #2 has heard enough -- giving a sharp poke with

the nightstick -- into THE MAN's back -- and that's the last

thing he'll remember because --

THE MAN is in motion.

A single turn -- spinning -- catching COP #2 completely off

guard -- the heel of his hand driving up into the guy's

throat and --

COP #1 -- behind him -- trying to reach for his pistol, but

THE MAN -- still turning -- all his weight moving in a

single fluid attack -- a sweeping kick and --

COP #1 -- he's falling -- catching the bench -- trying to

fight back but -- THE MAN -- like a machine -- just

unbelievably fast -- three jackhammer punches -- down-down-

down and -- COP #1 -- head slammed into the bench -- blood

spraying from his nose -- he's out cold and --

COP #2 -- writhing on the ground -- gasping for air --

struggling with his holster -- THE MAN -- his foot --

down -- like a vise -- onto COP #2's arm -- shattering the

bone -- COP #2 starting to scream, and then silenced because --

THE MAN -- he's got the pistol -- so f***ing fast -- he's

got it right up against COP #2's forehead -- right on the

edge of pulling the trigger -- he is, he's gonna shoot him --

ZURICH COP #2

(gasping, pleading)

(-- no -- please God no -- please

don't -- please no -- my Go--)

(stopping as--)

THE MAN slams the gun against his temple and --

This fight is over.

THE MAN standing there. In the silence. Two unconscious

cops at his feet. Blood on his pants. What just happened?

How did he do this? And there's THE GUN in his hand. And

God, it just feels so natural -- checking it -- stripping it

down -- holding it -- aiming it -- like this is something

he's done a million times before...

This is something he definitely knows how to do.

And then he stops cold. Throwing down the gun. Running off

into the darkness --

INT. TREADSTONE -- DAY

A deep, inner office. An ops office. Operations. Unlabeled

and anonymous. A backwater project center hidden deep

within the Langley facility. Utilitarian. Several rooms

linked like a suite.

Small staff. SEVERAL TECHNICIANS. One or two for

communications. A couple for research. People are at their

posts. And it's all quiet. But they are busy. Quietly

urgent. This is a place under siege.

ZORN is the number two here. Brilliant bloodless lapdog.

He's coming through the suite. Coming through quickly.

Heading toward the boss's little office at the back --

TED CONKLIN. Ivy League Ollie North. Buttoned down.

Square jaw. Everything tucked away. But there's tension in

the air. Work on the desk. Cot in the corner.

CONKLIN:

(looking up)

What?

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