The Bourne Identity Page #9

where we'll always see it.

-Hey, stupid, what are you doing here?

-You Dugan?

-Who are you?

-l'm from Shape-Up.

-Said you could use another man.

-l can't. The stairs are too narrow.

We're crawling over

each other's butts. Get out of here.

Hey, Schumach sent me over here.

Schumach. All right, start at the top.

Start with the single wood units

and no coffee break garbage.

-Yeah. Yeah.

-Third floor.

Die!

Die!

Hold it. Slow down.

l'll kill you!

You're all right. lt's over.

We're not the enemy.

You are the enemy. l'll take you

all on. l don't care anymore!

They're dead.

-They're all dead.

-Jason!

Get away!

They're dead.

They're dead.

Oh, David.

lt's over.

They're dead.

Just hold on.

l love you. l love you.

Call an ambulance.

David Abbott gave his life

for his country.

For freedom. For democracy.

A sacrifice. . .

. . .unfashionable with

this generation. . .

. . .that believes only in profit.

But fitting, l think. . .

. . .with David Abbott.

Who believed in courage

and freedom of ideas.

ln human dignity.

ln fighting for what is true and good.

And right. And just.

lt is not fitting.

We killed too many people, David.

You taught me to be a monster

to catch a monster.

Along the way,

part of me became the monster.

You taught me to kill

like you taught me to play tennis...

... with skill and detachment.

Without mercy.

Without thought.

Tonight we fly back to Vermont.

They say l was a teacher.

Maybe l'll teach again, and fish.

Maybe l can put the pieces

back together.

Some of them at least.

l can think about how l became

what l became and how to forgive you.

And how to forgive myself.

And how, maybe, to love again.

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