The Bourne Identity Page #3

-ldentification.

l can't. lt isn't written down.

l need to make

a visual identification.

No!

You.

What do you want?

Stay in here. Keep quiet.

You swore the last one was the end

of it. l can't risk it anymore.

Who gave you the envelope

for our Alpenhauser friend?

The messenger.

-Where did it come from?

-How would l know?

lt arrived in a box, as usual.

l unpacked it, sent it on.

You were the one who set up the system.

Why are you asking me?

You said it was too dangerous

to come here.

-Money was missing.

-Then it wasn't paid!

l never open the envelopes!

You know that!

Missing?

l don't believe you.

You wouldn't have taken

the assignment. And you took it.

-What assignment?

-Why are you really here?

Who's the girl?

They'll pay for your corpse.

Come on! We gotta get out of here.

Don't try. Don't try.

-You killed him, didn't you?

-He was trying to kill me. Get in.

You killed that poor helpless man.

Drive!

Where? You haven't said where.

A safe place. A hiding place.

Red door.

Boarding house.

Stepdeckstrasse.

Help me! Somebody!

Please!

That's the woman.

Help. Help me. A man's been shot.

-lt's okay, we're undercover police.

-Police?

He kept hitting me. And he killed

that poor man in the wheelchair.

Herr Koenig, Dr. St. Jacques.

She was with him.

He killed Chernak.

Yes! He killed that man!

He's wounded.

-How badly?

-l don't know. He fainted.

His head was bleeding.

Who is he?

He goes by many names.

Many disguises.

He is a chameleon.

But as you have seen, he's a killer.

A brutal killer.

Then he is an assassin?

Yes.

Did he say how he planned to

leave or where he planned to go?

No. No. He was

almost incoherent. He--

Think, now. He said nothing?

Wait. He was mumbling something.

A street name.

-lt was. . . . Step--

-Stepdeckstrasse?

That's it. A boarding house

with a red door.

l'm all right.

You again. You're nothing

but trouble. Go away!

You said you wouldn't be back.

Do you want a doctor?

Any instructions?

The assassination of

Ambassador Leland!

And you took the assignment.

You killed that poor helpless man!

He was trying to kill me!

Does the name Carlos

mean anything to you?

l intend to question Carlos myself.

They'll pay for your corpse!

Mr. Bourne. Finally.

That's him!

My God. You're with them?

My compliments.

-These are the police.

-Better and better.

-The conditions were right?

-God. Take me back to the hotel.

-Take her to the river. Kill her.

-Wait--

Scream! Loud!

Stupid.

Whatever you're paid, l'll double it.

-You were at the bank. You know l can.

-l wouldn't take your money.

Money's money. Why not?

Are you serious? Wealth is relative

to the time you have to enjoy it.

l wouldn't last five minutes.

Put him in the car.

Break his fingers.

Stop the car!

Stop the car!

He said, ''Take her to the river. ''

Get out!

Bourne.

-Get up.

-Get away.

Get in the car and go.

They'll be back, he'll kill you.

He'll kill you. What are you doing?

Get up.

-Get in that car and go like hell.

-No!

He tried to rape me.

You saved me. Now, get up!

Oh, my God.

l can't do this.

l don't know how to do this.

l'm not thinking.

God, God, God, come on.

Help me. Help me.

Damn you! l hope that hurt.

Who is it?

Wait. Thank you very much.

Where are we?

Regensburg.

Thirty miles west of Zurich.

How did we get here?

l made a decision.

One of the more difficult

ones l've made in my life.

Perhaps because

l nearly lost my life.

But because of what you did,

l decided to help you.

But only for a while. For a few hours.

To help you get away.

-Knowing what l am?

-l don't know what you are.

All l know is that you

came back and saved my life.

You're not afraid of me anymore?

Of course l am. l saw you kill.

You're good at it. lt was horrible.

But you saved my life.

Are you that naive?

Not really. l have your gun.

The man at the hotel called

you ''doctor. '' What sort?

Of economics, not medicine.

l work for the Canadian

Treasury Board.

Why was there no article about the

abduction of the beautiful economist?

-How did you manage that?

-l called a friend.

One that wasn't at the lecture.

Told her l was okay,

to field questions.

That l was having an affair

and l'd be back in a couple of days.

That's all? You shake your head?

-l saved your life!

-You want a medal?

-The truth.

-l don't know the truth.

-You can do better than that.

-Not much.

They say my name

is Jason Bourne.

They? What are you talking about?

My life began a month ago. . .

. . .when l washed up on the beach

in the fishing village of Port Noir.

l have no memory of a past, doctor.

l have no idea who l am,

what l am, why l'm. . .

. . .so good at killing.

Or who the people are

trying to kill me.

Do you really expect

me to believe that?

No.

No, l don't.

l can't believe it myself.

How could l expect you to?

The insanity is. . .

. . .it's the truth.

When the fat man came over,

you told me to turn away.

-There was no point in being identified.

-There wasn't.

-That's not the reasoning of--

-An assassin?

l appreciate what you're

trying to do. Use your brain.

Money was delivered to me for

assignments taken. l have an account. . .

. . .with 1 5 million dollars. Where did

that come from? Treadstone 71 ?

Well, who are they?

Why can't l find them?

What does a man like me, with the

skills l have, do to get that money?

What occurs to you?

-Everything's in one hell of a mess.

-Be serious.

-ls there anything familiar?

-Mediterranean power struggles. . .

. . .the Mideast problems, arms deals.

l know more than what's in the papers.

-Maybe you're with Foreign Service.

-Knowing small arms and martial arts?

And a numbered bank account?

Think of traveling.

Do you see trains, cars, planes?

All of them.

And who meets you?

Are there faces? People?

Streets.

-Streets? Why streets?

-l don't know.

Faces in shadows, featureless,

meet me in streets.

-No offices? Business offices?

-Sometimes. Not usually.

-These faces, are they men or women?

-Men, mostly.

-What do you talk about?

-l don't know.

There aren't voices.

There aren't any words.

But you had appointments. How did

you know where to go, who to see?

-Cables. Telephone calls.

-From?

-l don't know.

-You had to call them back.

-Was it Treadstone? Think.

-l can't.

No. They'd reach me.

l never called them.

What comes to mind when you think

of money? The first impression.

Jason?

Death.

Marie.

Buy yourself a ticket

back to Canada.

Back to Peter.

Oh, Peter.

l'd forgotten it was you

behind us in the hotel lobby.

You misunderstood.

You're going home tomorrow.

You'll learn to play the saxophone,

marry Peter and forget this.

Peter is nothing more than my boss

and an old friend from school.

At one point in the beginning,

l thought, well, maybe. . . .

But he turned out to be deeply

committed to helpless women.

So am l.

-l'm coming to Paris with you.

-You're not.

Last time l went near that account,

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