The Bourne Supremacy Page #14

INT. JARDA'S HOUSE KITCHEN -- DAY

PHONE RINGING -- JARDA in cuffs -- BOURNE scanning out the

windows -- everything fast --

BOURNE:

-- car keys?

JARDA:

-- my coat -- but we should --

BOURNE:

-- what? --

JARDA:

-- take the back -- get another car --

BOURNE hesitates -- just a moment --

Wrong.

SLAM! -- out of nowhere -- JARDA swings -- two-hands -- still

cuffed -- like a mace -- catching BOURNE hard and --

BOURNE stunned -- JARDA smashing the coffee table, slices

the flexcuffs through on a shard of glass -- Free!

JARDA follows up -- knee up in the ribs -- THE GUN KNOCKED

FREE FROM BOURNE'S HAND! -- skittering across the floor --

BOURNE -- as JARDA starts to move -- backhanding him and --

EXT. MUNICH STREET -- DAY

TWO MUNICH PATROL CARS rolling and --

EXT./INT. JARDA'S KITCHEN -- DAY

Seen from inside, glimpsed through the glass outside.

It's war -- a flat-out, close-quarter death match -- JARDA

older and cuffed, but strong and determined -- BOURNE still

hammered from that opening sucker-punch -- the two of them

braced there -- grappling -- falling --

JARDA -- the cuffs -- he's got BOURNE in a choke-hold -- but

BOURNE driving his head back -- into JARDA'S FACE and --

INT. DOD RAPID CAR -- DAY

Jamming along through Munich --

INT. JARDA'S KITCHEN -- DAY

JARDA -- BOURNE -- THE GUN on the floor -- struggling for it --

JARDA there first -- BOURNE on him -- pinned there -- four

hands, one gun and --

BLAMM!!! -- wild shot -- into the refrigerator --

Still wrestling -- breaking JARDA's nose, until --

The gun knocked away again.

Finally their hands locked into each other's throats. This

is as real and up close as it gets. Until, BOURNE finally

holds dead weight. Eyes fixed. Staring...

BOURNE jumping back. Blood all over his shirt -- BOURNE'S

first kill in a long time. A messy one -- Revulsion.

INT. DOD RAPID CAR -- DAY

JARHEADS getting close -- but up ahead -- ANOTHER MUNICH

PATROL CAR in motion -- the JARHEADS react -- don't need or

want the company.

INT. JARDA'S KITCHEN -- DAY

BOURNE -- all business now -- pulling THE STOVE away from

the wall -- there -- THE GAS LINE HOSE -- BOURNE ripping it

free -- gas running wide open into the room --

Next -- A FORK -- grabbing it -- jamming it down into the

mechanism on a TOASTER -- wedging it there -- and now he's

grabbing PAPERS -- JARDA's stuff on the table -- jamming a

roll of sales projections into the toaster beside the fork --

BOURNE coughing from the gas, turning the toaster on.

Checking his watch.

Taking one last look at JARDA dead on the floor and --

DELETED:

INT. DOD RAPID CAR -- DAY

They're just turning into the street --

EXT. JARDA'S STREET -- DAY

THE DOD CAR -- THREE DODS approaching the house, when --

BOOOOOMM!!! -- JARDA'S KITCHEN -- blown out! -- gone --

EXT. JARDA'S BACK DOOR -- DAY

BOURNE -- same moment -- flying out the rear -- as planned --

urban backyard exfil -- he's flying and -- Gone.

EXT. JARDA'S HOUSE -- DAY

Fire -- smoke -- it's all burning now -- MUNICH COPS blown

back -- they'll have a story to tell tonight --

INT. BOURNE'S CAR -- DAY

Drives away past arriving police...

DELETED:

INT. BERLIN HQ/COMMAND POST -- NIGHT

The bullpen is cranking -- phones to Munich -- lines to

Langley -- ABBOTT watching from the sidelines -- KURT and

KIM at their work stations -- PAMELA on mobile, turns to

ABBOTT --

PAMELA:

So he beats a man within an inch of

his life, strangles him, then blows

the place up?

(at Nicky)

For someone with amnesia, he certainly

hasn't forgotten how to kill, has

he?

Across the room -- CRONIN and TEDDY suddenly excited about

what they're seeing on THEIR SCREEN --

CRONIN:

-- hey! -- they've got him boxed in! --

(new data coming up

on the monitor)

Everyone rushing to look. Excited, except --

ZORN:

Forget it. They lost him.

TEDDY:

What're you talking about? They've

got a three block perimeter.

ZORN:

You can't see him? He's not in front

of you? Forget it. He's gone.

CRONIN:

(f*** you, buzzkill)

It's not gonna be like last time.

ZORN:

You better start listening to someone.

Cause we've been there.

ABBOTT:

Okay, enough...

(stepping in)

Take a walk, Danny. Get some air.

Zorn nods. Happy to.

NICKY:

(piping in)

I don't think we need to keep looking

for him anyway.

PAMELA:

And why is that?

NICKY:

Because he's doing just what he said

he'd do. He's coming for us.

Rate this script:5.0 / 1 vote