The Bourne Identity Page #9

BOURNE:

I want to go home.

MARIE:

For twenty thousand dollars.

BOURNE looks back from the map.

BOURNE:

I said ten thousand.

MARIE:

You have blood on your pants.

BOURNE:

Okay.

(beat)

Twenty thousand. Ten now. Ten there.

MARIE:

No. No, that was too easy --

(pacing away--)

BOURNE:

Wait up --

(after her now--)

-- just wait up --

MARIE:

-- get the f*** out of here -- all

this money, this crazy offer, I

mean give me a f***ing break with

this, this is --

(stopping because--)

BOURNE just grabbed her. Both of them shocked that he's

done this. He immediately pulls back.

BOURNE:

Look, I want a ride to Paris.

(wide open now)

That's all I want. I swear.

MARIE:

You swear?

(cold here)

That's great. I feel so much

better now.

BOURNE:

I don't want anything but a ride.

All I want to do is go home.

Silence now. She looks back. Measuring him.

MARIE:

You could buy a car for twenty

grand. You could buy this car.

BOURNE:

I don't want to go alone. I want

you to drive me to Paris. Like

we're a couple. Like we're a

couple and we're travelling

together. That's all we're doing.

MARIE:

And I don't get hurt. I get twenty

thousand dollars and I don't get hurt.

BOURNE:

I won't hurt you.

MARIE:

What if I say no?

BOURNE:

Then I'll find another ride.

EXT. ROME STREET -- DAY

CASTEL through the streets on a motorcycle. Whipping to a

stop -- stepping off the bike in front of --

U-STORE-IT STORAGE WAREHOUSE.

INT. STORAGE WAREHOUSE ELEVATOR -- DAY

CASTEL and THE ELEVATOR OPERATOR -- rising slowly through

the dark warehouse and --

INT. CASTEL'S STORAGE UNIT -- DAY

Darkness -- a key turning -- door opening -- light goes on

to reveal CASTEL standing there and we're in --

CASTEL'S STORAGE UNIT. What's in here? Like nothing. Like

a stack of old newspapers in the corner. Some mildewed

books piled along one wall. Some shitty plastic chairs.

QUICK TIME CUTS:

CASTEL working fast. Closing the door. Moving to the pile

of books. Taking the top book off. Opening it.

INSIDE THE BOX -- a timer. A small bomb. A booby-trap.

An LED light stops flashing as CASTEL'S HANDS code in his

password and --

CASTEL moving to the newspapers stacked in the corner.

Pulling away the top pile and --

A METAL LOCK BOX. Hidden here. CASTEL pulling it out.

Opening it. An empty tray on top and --

CASTEL taking off his watch. Taking off his rings. Taking

out his wallet. His Spanish passport. Emptying his pockets.

All of this goes into the empty tray and --

CASTEL lifting away this top tray -- setting it aside and --

THE METAL LOCK BOX -- there's more -- a much larger bottom

compartment -- and it's deja-vu all over again -- we're

looking at the identical contents we saw Bourne find in the

Zurich safe-deposit box.

First of all...

MONEY. Lots of it. Ten thousand dollar stacks of hundreds.

Lots of them. A GUN. A very good gun. A dozen clips of

ammo. And FIVE MORE PASSPORTS. All clean. Brand new. All

with his photo. Five different names. Four different

countries. Each one of these pristine clipped to a piece

of card stock that says:

NAME:

NATIONALITY:

PLACE OF ISSUE:

SIGNATURE SAMPLE:

A BAR CODE:

Two Italian. Two Spanish. A Portuguese.

CASTEL going for the Portuguese passport and --

EXT. ALPS HELICOPTER SHOT -- DAY

The little red car driving through The Alps.

INT. THE RED CAR -- DUSK

BOURNE staring out the window. MARIE driving. Long silence

until --

MARIE:

Just so you know, if you're gonna

burn me on the money, you might as

well kill me.

(Bourne looks over)

I was supposed to have this car

back three days ago. It's not my car.

BOURNE:

I know that.

MARIE staring at him -- glancing back to the road -- just in

time -- almost rear-ending a slow moving truck --

MARIE:

Sh*t --

(trying to settle)

Can I tell you how much you're

freaking me out? Okay? Because

you are -- you're completely

freaking me out.

BOURNE:

I'm sorry. Really. What do you

want me to do?

MARIE:

I don't know. Smile. Sneeze.

Something. You've got a bag full

of money and a ride to Paris. F***

it, I don't know...

(the radio)

What kind of music do you like?

BOURNE:

I don't know.

MARIE:

What does that mean?

BOURNE:

Listen to what you want.

MARIE:

(out of nowhere)

Who pays twenty thousand dollars

for a ride to Paris?

There it is. And she wants an answer --

BOURNE:

I don't know. I don't know who I am.

MARIE:

Yeah, well, welcome to the club.

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