The Bourne Identity Page #5

NAME:
John Michael Kane

NATIONALITY:
U.S.A.

PLACE OF ISSUE:
Paris, France

There's a signature sample.

And a bar code.

But no passport. This one is missing.

BOURNE sitting there. Trying to push his confusion away.

BOURNE:

Bourne. My name is Jason Bourne.

I live at 121, Rue de la Jardin, Paris.

But there's something hollow about this. He came looking

for one identity and now he's faced with six. The money...

The gun...

Suddenly, it's all f***ed up.

BOURNE into gear. Looking around the room -- there --

there's a pile of red canvas burn bags in the corner.

BOURNE grabbing one -- stuffing everything into it --

everything except...

The gun. He doesn't want the gun. No guns.

INT. BANK SAFETY DEPOSIT OUTER AREA -- DAY

BOURNE is done. Handing the box back to THE DEPOSIT GUARD --

BOURNE:

(I'm trying to think how long it's

been since I was here.)

DEPOSIT GUARD:

(I'm not sure. Must be three weeks.)

EXT. STREETS OF ZURICH -- DAY -- VARIOUS SHOTS

BOURNE exits the bank. The red bag full to its limit. He's

walking briskly now. Looking for a taxi. Nothing in sight.

BOURNE crossing the street. Sh*t, there's A COP on the

corner -- turn -- change pace -- make it look natural --

BOURNE around a corner. And it's looking good for a

moment -- but only a moment -- TWO MORE COPS walking a

beat -- walking this way -- turn -- cut -- cross the street --

BOURNE heading down a boulevard. Trying to look small.

Pulse starting to race. Fighting the paranoia. Where the

hell is a cab? Turning back fast as A SIREN starts bleeding

in from behind him --

It's just an ambulance.

BOURNE turning back. Forcing himself to focus. And f*** --

there's A METER MAID, and she's stopped writing up a

ticket -- she's staring at him and --

BOURNE trying not to panic -- don't run -- smile -- stay

small -- get to the corner -- scan the options -- but --

THE METER MAID -- she's watching him go and she's pulling

her radio and --

BOURNE hitting this next corner -- banging a right --

forcing himself not to run -- glancing back and --

THERE'S ANOTHER COP -- but this one is jogging --

searching -- he's got his radio out and --

FINALLY TO --

BOURNE bailing on the street -- disappearing into --

EXT. U.S. EMBASSY COMPOUND -- DAY

Big gates. Speed barricades. SEVERAL U.S. MARINES standing

guard near a gate house. An American flag. Lots of people

coming and going. BOURNE playing it as normal as possible

as he heads for the entrance.

INT. U.S. CONSULATE ZURICH -- VISA ROOM -- DAY

The passport and visa office. Big room. No windows.

Unpleasant on purpose. Two lines: A short one for U.S.

Citizens, a marathon for everyone else. CONSULATE CLERKS

stationed in open cubicles along the back wall. And it's a

zoo. American tourists who've lost their passports.

Foreigners looking for visas. Asylum seekers. Everyone

here has a problem.

BOURNE on the U.S. line. Standing there trying to think.

What's he gonna say? What can he say? With the cops

outside, and the incident in the park, then the bank...

MARIE (O.S.)

-- no, this is not my current

address. It was my current address

two days ago when I started

standing in line outside --

A NEARBY CUBICLE. Meet MARIE KREUTZ. German. Big energy.

Real beauty hidden beneath the armor. And armor it is,

because this is a warrior in full, crisis battlemode.

MARIE:

-- and so now I lost my apartment,

I have no address, and I have no

visa, and you keep telling me how

much help you cannot give me!

A CONSULATE CLERK caught in her headlights.

CLERK:

Miss Kreutz, please... I'm gonna

have to ask you to keep your voice

down.

MARIE:

All the papers -- all the papers

they asked for -- I brought all the

papers --

CLERK:

Miss Kreutz, excuse me, but you

entered into a fraudulent marriage

in an effort to circumvent the

immigration laws of the United

States --

MARIE:

You only know that because I told

you!

(she's incredulous)

Ask the case officer -- find his

name -- it's on the papers -- I

told him all this myself! --

(tearing through the

papers now--)

CLERK:

-- it's not the source of the

information that's important here --

MARIE:

-- I paid this f***ing guy -- I

paid him four thousand dollars --

my last four thousand dollars to

marry me, okay? -- I told this to

the case officer last week...

(she's found it--)

...here -- Mr. Thomas. I told Mr.

Thomas I didn't know this guy was

already married -- I admitted this!

CLERK:

-- Miss Kreutz, please --

MARIE:

-- I'm the one that got ripped

off! -- not you -- not the United

States government -- me -- I'm the

one being ripped off!

CLERK:

So now you're asking for a student

visa?

That shuts her up. Yes. Today she's a student.

INT. CIA OFFICE COMPLEX -- NIGHT (BUT SAME TIME)

Motion -- CONKLIN racing down a staircase -- ZORN chasing

after --

CONKLIN:

-- and they're sure it's him? --

ZORN:

-- he accessed the account --

CONKLIN:

-- but it was him --

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