The Bourne Supremacy Page #13

A GUN!

Wheeling around. The salaryman is JARDA. JARDA from Bourne's

dream. But as he turns --

BOURNE behind him. Bigger gun. Waiting. So ready.

BOURNE:

I emptied it.

JARDA:

(a total pro)

Felt a little light.

BOURNE:

Drop it.

JARDA lets the gun fall, looks his old comrade over a beat.

But Bourne's not interested in a reunion.

BOURNE:

Here...

Bourne tosses him FLEXCUFFS -- JARDA puts his hands behind

his back, turns to let BOURNE cinch them.

BOURNE:

Front. Use your teeth.

JARDA:

(caught scamming)

Sorry. Old habits.

BOURNE kicks over a chair. Sit.

JARDA:

Word in the ether was you'd lost

your memory.

BOURNE checking JARDA'S briefcase -- tearing through it --

BOURNE:

You still should've moved.

JARDA:

I like it here.

(a beat)

Last time I saw you was Greece. You

had a good spot.

BOURNE reacts -- doesn't look over -- but realizes...

JARDA:

I had the girl. I had her lined up

that whole afternoon. Waiting for

you, that was the problem.

(defensive)

You ever do two targets? It's tough.

BOURNE turns. Cold.

JARDA:

(his real question)

So why didn't you kill me then?

BOURNE:

She wouldn't let me.

(beat)

She's the only reason you're alive.

Silence. JARDA down a peg. Or two.

JARDA:

What do you want?

BOURNE:

Conklin.

JARDA:

He's dead.

BOURNE -- the gun -- right to Jarda's face --

BOURNE:

Try again.

JARDA:

Shot dead in Paris. Dead the night

you walked out.

BOURNE/PHONE

Then who runs Treadstone?

JARDA:

Nobody. They shut it down. We're the

last two. It's over...

(not finishing because --)

-- he's falling! -- landing hard -- BOURNE just kicked the

chair out from under him --

BOURNE:

You're lying. If it's over, why are

they after me?

JARDA:

I don't know.

BOURNE:

Who sent you to Greece?

JARDA:

A voice. A voice from the States.

Someone new.

BOURNE:

Pamela Landy?

JARDA:

I don't know who that is.

BOURNE:

What's going on in Berlin?

JARDA:

I don't know! Why would I lie?

Silence. BOURNE pulls back. Unsure.

JARDA makes it to his feet.

JARDA:

What the hell did you do? You must

have really screwed up.

BOURNE doesn't know. He backs off.

JARDA:

She really did that? Told you not to

kill me?

(beat)

I had a woman once. But after a while,

what do you talk about? I mean, for

us. The work. You can't tell them

who you are...

BOURNE:

I did.

JARDA hesitates. It's really like Bourne just told him how

much he loved her.

JARDA:

I thought you were here to kill me.

Something in the way he said it. Plus Jarda just glanced at

his watch.

BOURNE:

What did you do?

JARDA shrugs, almost embarrassed. BOURNE looks across to the

alarm pad Jarda hit on the way in. Voltage -- like a switch.

BOURNE:

You called it in?

JARDA:

I'm sorry.

BOURNE:

How long? How long do I have --

(stopping because --)

THE PHONE JUST STARTED RINGING -- loud -- insistent --

BOURNE:

How long?

INT. DOD RAPID CAR -- DAY

Jamming -- right the f*** into it -- three guys -- JARHEADS -

DOD Special Force dudes -- speeding through MUNICH -- JAR #1

is the driver -- JAR #2 is prepping weapons like a maniac in

the backseat and --

JAR #3

(on the phone)

-- it's a red flag file! -- so fix

it, call them back ASAP! --

JAR #1

(the call)

What? What'd they do?

JAR #3

(bad news)

She called Munich local.

JAR #2

(slamming home another

clip)

It's probably just a drill anyway.

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