The Bourne Identity Page #6

. . .who has even spoken to

Carlos.

Or anyone who knows

where he is.

And Bourne? What do you know

about Bourne?

An American.

When did he come to Europe,

to Carlos' attention?

Three years ago. First a lot of

activity in Asia.

An ambassador was assassinated

in Moulmein.

Two days later a Japanese

politician was killed in Tokyo.

A week after that, a newspaper

editor in Hong Kong.

Behind each of these, Bourne.

But Carlos realized

what none of us understood.

That Bourne was moving to Europe.

To Paris, in fact.

That he was out to destroy Carlos.

Calcutta. Oman.

Sheik Mustafa Kalig.

A lie! A deliberate lie.

Bourne failed more than once.

Too many contracts, too short a time.

Yet whenever he did. . .

. . .he would follow an aborted kill

with a spectacular, unsolicited one.

He would select a prominent

figure and:

And Bourne? Why does Bourne

want to destroy Carlos?

Because he intends

to become Carlos.

Thank God you're safe.

l thought you'd be in Canada by now.

They're after you too.

The Canadians?

Everybody.

And if they can't catch you,

they're to kill you.

Carlos engineered this somehow.

They're convinced you're

an assassin.

They wanted to know

what your plans were--

What did you tell them?

Nothing. Nothing.

l ran away. l--

l realized that. . . .

That l love you.

Jason, can we slow down?

-Where are we going?

-l don't know. We can't stay here.

Jason!

Come on. Come on!

Sir?

We're here, sir.

-l'm too old for this.

-Me too.

-Wait for me, Kenny. l won't be long.

-l'll fill it with gas.

David Abbott, l presume?

Legend of the OSS days.

Creator of Treadstone 71 .

Who's the woman?

Meg.

She owns the house. She

and her husband were with the OSS.

-He sails--

-Oh, the yachtsman. Of course.

So. How do we get in?

Herr Koenig, can we

discuss business?

Carlos can sell the files for millions--

We don't renegotiate, Mr. Gillette.

lf you want to fit in, l wouldn't try.

The article was a clear signal

to come in, and he hasn't.

Gotta eliminate him, David,

as quickly as possible.

lt's only been a day.

Can't we give him more time?

Every day puts the rest of

us in jeopardy.

We have no choice.

We must get rid of him.

l have to go.

Just give me another 24 hours.

All right.

-Anybody want a ride?

-l'll see you out.

No, the car's waiting in the alley.

l'll take that ride.

Well, let's go.

The car is out in the back.

-Where's David Abbott?

-He wasn't here?

-There's a door to the alley--

-ldiot.

Where are the files?

Where's the file on Bourne?

-Plant his fingerprints.

-l know what to do!

Let's go.

That's the whole story,

straight from Madame Jacqui.

Everything was familiar. . .

. . .names, cities, assassinations.

There was nothing l didn't know that

was somewhere in the back of my head.

-lt was the truth.

-Was.

-We were wrong. Don't you see?

-You offered your life for mine. . .

. . .before you knew me.

That's not what an assassin would do.

lf that man existed, he doesn't now.

Maybe that's what you're faced with.

Can you walk away from it?

Maybe.

But alone.

Not with you.

-That's your decision then?

-lt has to be.

You disappear heroically so l can

return to my life, reputation intact?

That's it.

Who the hell do you think you are?

-What?

-Who do you think you are?

A man who kills people for money.

Governments want me dead.

The Canadians want me dead.

Carlos does too. Think about it.

How long can we run before someone

finds me and kills us?

-ls that the way you want to die?

-Heavens, no.

l want to rot in a Swiss prison

for things l never did.

l can take care of Zurich.

-How?

-What does it matter?

A confession?

l don't know yet, but l can do it.

l can put your life

back together again. l have to.

Jason, don't you see?

You've just proved my point again.

Even when you are so sure

of your own guilt.

A lethal assassin would never

do what you just offered to do.

-l'm a hired killer.

-Maybe you were. You aren't now.

Listen to me.

You're very dear to me,

but l'm not a child.

l don't know what you were before

or what crimes you're guilty of.

But you're not

what you believe you are.

l know myself.

l can't love who you believe you are.

l love who l know you are.

You're a fool. l can help you.

You can't help me. Leave me something.

Wait.

What?

The illusion of an assassin.

-The crimes you believe you committed.

-l remember them!

No, wait a minute, Jason.

What if they were planted in your mind

like the evidence against me?

You don't know what happened

before you lost your memory.

What would explain

the violent images in my head?

Maybe you remember what you were told,

over and over. Recordings, photographs.

No.

-l'm too good at killing.

-Damn you!

l'm fighting for my life!

For both of our lives!

You can think and feel.

Think now! Feel now!

Look at me and tell me you've

looked inside yourself. . .

. . .and you know without a doubt

that you're an assassin.

But if you can't, stay with me

and let me help you.

And love me.

For God's sakes, love me, Jason.

l called a print team we can trust.

l didn't say what we're looking for. . .

. . .just to sweep Treadstone

and give me what they get.

l gave the names of 37 men

whose prints are on file with the FBl.

The place was wiped clean, apart from a

broken glass on which we found prints.

Don't play with me.

Whose prints were they?

-They were Bourne's.

-We can't be certain--

We gave him the signal to come in.

His response was to

wipe out Treadstone.

What more do you want?

So. . .

. . .do we eliminate him?

This doesn't make sense. l called

the number l found at Bergeron's.

-lt's the home of a powerful Frenchman.

-Who?

-General Francois Villiers.

-My God, it can't be.

That picture in the Sorbonne.

You were at his son's funeral.

-He was a war hero.

-Now he's a member of the government.

-How can you connect him with Carlos?

-He broke with de Gaulle. Why?

-He's an entrenched militarist.

-There's the connection.

Carlos eliminated Leland for working

for a nuclear-free Mediterranean.

-lt seems incredible--

-Let's go.

He was nothing but a customer,

Angelique, l'm sure of it.

Clothes for his girlfriend. lnformation

on Bourne, who he was told. . .

-. . .could get rid of a competitor.

-lt was Bourne.

Bourne asking about his relationship

with Carlos? lt makes no sense.

-What did you tell him?

-Nothing.

-How long was he alone in your office?

-He wasn't.

-D'Anjou says--

-He's lying.

-ls my phone number in your office?

-No. My God, am l stupid?

-We have an appointment.

-Where are we going?

lt's time you met Carlos.

-That's the woman from Bergeron.

-The one in red. . .

. . .was at Villiers son's funeral

in the Sorbonne photo.

That proves Villiers is involved.

-Are you all right?

-Yeah.

Do exactly as l say. Slide into

the driver's seat and start the car.

Drive ahead.

Once l'm inside, drive off.

Carlos!

Father. . .

-. . .do you speak English?

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