The Bourne Identity Page #8

BOURNE letting go -- just before he falls backward -- one

last grab -- catching a gutter -- holding it just long

enough to slow his fall and --

Letting go for the last fifteen feet and --

EXT. U.S. CONSULATE FIFTH FLOOR GRAND HALLWAY -- DAY

A DOZEN MARINES -- pumped-up and listening to --

SECURITY:

-- we're gonna go room by room

until we find him -- so let's get

teamed up --

EXT. AN ALLEYWAY NEAR THE U.S. CONSULATE -- DAY

MARIE storming away. Pissed-off -- broke -- illegal --

ruined and --

MARIE:

(German)

(Motherfucking sonsofbitches!)

(a new problem--)

A LITTLE RED CAR. A beat-to-sh*t Euro car. A shitty little

red car angled in beside a dumpster with a big red Zurich

parking ticket on the windshield.

MARIE grabbing the ticket -- tearing it up -- tearing the

sh*t out of it -- blind with misfortune -- throwing the

pieces on the ground and stomping on them and then --

MARIE:

(looking up--)

(What are you looking at?)

BOURNE standing across the car -- on the passenger side --

BOURNE:

I need a ride.

MARIE:

(What?)

BOURNE:

I need a ride out of here.

MARIE:

Oh, Jesus...

(backing away and--)

BOURNE:

Please. I don't want to scare you.

MARIE:

It's a little late for that.

BOURNE:

I've got a situation here and --

MARIE:

Get the f*** away from my car.

BOURNE:

I'll give you ten thousand dollars

to drive me to Paris.

MARIE:

Great. You know what? I'll give

you ten gazillion dollars to get

the f*** away from me before I

start screaming my head off.

BOURNE:

You don't want the police any more

than I do.

BOURNE tosses cash -- a stack of hundreds -- across the car

into her hands -- she catches it. Looks at it.

MARIE:

Jesus...

BOURNE:

Get me out of here. Please.

MARIE looking at him. At the money. Back at him, and --

INT. TREADSTONE COMMUNICATIONS DESK -- NIGHT

VIDEO PLAYBACK -- FULL FRAME -- fast forward -- a speeding

blur of images from a surveillance camera outside the Zurich

bank -- it's two days worth of footage -- they're scanning

for Bourne's arrival and --

CONKLIN:

go -- keep going -- go...wait --

stop -- you went past it --

COM TECH #1 working the console. Freezing the image.

Punching it up. There it is -- BOURNE leaving the bank with

the red bag.

CONKLIN:

(staring at the monitor)

It's him. My God, it's really him...

ZORN the phones across the room. COM TECH #2 at his console --

COM TECH #2

-- we got a cross-ref ready to go

here, sir, we're running hotel,

airline, train, and medical

variables, anything else you'd like?

CONKLIN:

No...

(still staring at Bourne)

Go ahead. Run it.

(coming to--)

Let's get a map, let's get a grid

map on Zurich.

ZORN:

(holding the phone)

Sir...

CONKLIN up from the console. ZORN waiting for him --

CONKLIN:

What?

ZORN:

Zurich police are looking for an

American with a red bag. Apparently

he put two cops in the hospital

last night.

Silence. Like the floor just fell away. So heavy.

CONKLIN:

What the f*** is he doing?

ZORN:

Maybe it's a game. Maybe he's

trying to send us a message.

CONKLIN:

It doesn't matter now. We've just

got to be the first ones there.

(decision time)

Get everybody up. I want them all

activated.

ZORN:

All of them?

A moment between them. CONKLIN all steel here now.

CONKLIN:

You heard me.

COM TECH #2

(from the console--)

Sir, the cross-ref is coming up cold...

CONKLIN breaks away -- back to the console and --

EXT. BARCELONA RESIDENTIAL BOULEVARD -- DAY

Establishing shot. A grand house. PIANO MUSIC over this --

someone butchering a piece by Haydn and --

INT. BARCELONA GRAND HOUSE MUSIC ROOM -- DAY

Meet THE PROFESSOR. He's a piano teacher. Late fifties.

Deceptively fit. He's sitting here, listening to a NINE-

YEAR-OLD STUDENT struggle through the music.

And then, HIS E-PHONE PAGER starts pulsing -- hum -- hum --

INT. HAMBURG CONFERENCE ROOM -- DAY

A boring, marathon business meeting. FIFTEEN MIDDLE

MANAGERS are trapped around a German sales presentation.

Meet MANHEIM. Bald. Fifty. He looks dumb and piggy.

Anything but. Sitting here --

And then, HIS E-PHONE PAGER starts pulsing -- hum -- hum --

EXT. A ROMAN CAF+ -- DAY

Meet CASTEL. He's thirty-five. Slender. Clean-cut. Easy

to miss. He's here alone. Reading the paper. Sipping

espresso.

And then, HIS E-PHONE PAGER starts pulsing -- hum -- hum --

EXT. A ROAD ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF ZURICH -- DAY

The little red car parked. MARIE pacing around. BOURNE

poring over a map spread out opver the hood.

MARIE:

So what's in Paris?

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