The Bourne Supremacy Page #15

And for the first time they're all thinking the same thing.

EXT. HOTEL BRECKER -- BERLIN -- NIGHT -- RAIN

It is pouring rain. Seen from that Hellish car, A HUGE,

DISTINCTIVE, NEEDLE-LIKE TOWER dominates the skyline, lights

flashing through the dark and wet --

INT. THE AUDI/REST-STOP -- NIGHT

BOURNE'S EYES OPENING! -- heart pounding -- springing up --

alone -- damn, his side hurts -- recoiling from that -- where

is he? -- he's in the car -- looking around and --

HIS WINDSHIELD POV

AN AUTOBAHN REST-STOP. Gas station. Sleeping trucks.

BACK TO:

BOURNE catching his breath -- shifting away from the pain in

his rib -- checking his watch -- but what the hell is that

on his sleeve? -- f***, it's BLOOD -- JARDA's blood --

EXT. AUTOBAHN REST-STOP -- NIGHT

BOURNE out of the car fast -- careless -- wrong -- not even

checking who's watching -- pulling off the shirt -- tearing

it off -- throwing it down and --

Standing there. In the weird light. A big bruise ripening on

his side. Looking around.

It's okay. Nobody's watching. But, sh*t, man...

Get it together.

INT. PEUGEOT -- AUTOBAHN -- NIGHT

Streaking along. BOURNE back to his mission.

EXT. AUTOBAHN -- NIGHT

Roaring by a SIGN: Berlin 75 KM.

INT. MOSCOW AIRPORT -- NIGHT

KIRILL striding through the terminal. Moving quickly toward

a departure gate and --

THE CAMERA FINDS

GRETKOV above. Watching him go.

EXT. BERLIN TRAIN STATION -- DAWN

BOURNE drives up.

DELETED:

INT. BERLIN TRAIN STATION -- DAWN

Quiet and forlorn this early. Just like BOURNE who's taking

A LOCKER. Stashing A BACKPACK. Prepping the evac. Always

ready. He heads outside, we hear:

HOTEL OPERATOR #1 (V.O.)

(front desk German)

[Berlin Hilton, how can I help you?]

BOURNE/PHONE (V.O.)

[I'm trying to reach a guest, Pamela

Landy, please.]

HOTEL OPERATOR #1 (V.O.)

['m sorry but I'm not showing that

we have a guest by that name.]

(continuing as --)

INT. BERLIN TRAIN STATION PHONE KIOSK -- DAWN

BOURNE tucked in with a BERLIN GUIDE BOOK, a felt tip pen,

and a Fifty-Euro phonecard. Working it.

BOURNE/PHONE

[Pamela Landy, please.]

HOTEL OPERATOR #2

[Sorry, I don't see it here.]

Crossing out another Hotel off the list -- four down, forty

to go -- as we start TIME CUTTING and...

HOTEL VOICES (V.O.)

(overlapping)

[--no one here by that name--]

[--no, sir, there's no Landy here--]

[--how are you spelling that, sir?--]

[--sorry, but no--]

[--I have no Landy registered, sir--]

(continuing, until--)

INT. PAMELA'S HILTON HOTEL SUITE -- DAWN

Clean and plain. A bed nobody's slept in. THE PHONE begins

ringing. PAMELA, fresh from the shower, rushing out from the

bathroom to answer it --

PAMELA/PHONE

Hello --

Dial tone. PAMELA hangs up. That was strange --

EXT. BERLIN STREETS/ALEXANDERPLATZ -- DAWN

A TAXI driving through the empty early streets and --

INT. BERLIN TAXI -- DAWN (CONT)

BOURNE in the backseat. Staring out the window and --

HIS POV:

THE FERNSEHTURM looming as they pass, the Berlin TV Tower.

That needle in the sky. From the flashback. And then --

SUDDENLY:

FLASHBACK! -- it's raining -- we're still moving -- still in

a car -- still near Alexanderplatz, but suddenly it's pouring

outside -- turning back, we realize we're not in the cab

anymore -- there's A DRIVER up front, and beside him...

CONKLIN! -- yes, Conklin -- he's in the passenger seat --

turning back to us -- handing us something -- A PHOTOGRAPH --

a face -- some guy --

CONKLIN:

Neski. Vladimir Neski...

(the photo)

He's at the Hotel Brecker. Get the

papers.

(beat)

Say it.

BOURNE -- Treadstone Bourne -- alone in the back -- staring

at the photo --

BOURNE:

Neski. Hotel Brecker. Papers.

CONKLIN:

This is not a drill, soldier. We're

clear on that? This is a live project

and you are go. Training is over.

BOURNE:

Yes, sir.

CONKLIN:

Good, then gimme the damn picture

back.

(taking it)

See you on the other side.

(to the driver)

Pull over, he's getting out.

BACK TO:

BOURNE sitting in the back seat of the cab. Frozen there.

Rocked. What's happening to him? No chance to work it out,

because the taxi's stopped and --

TAXI DRIVER:

(waiting; irritated)

[The Hotel Brecker or the Grand?,

make up your mind.]

BOURNE:

[What?]

TAXI DRIVER:

[This is the Westin Grand. You just

said Brecker.]

BOURNE:

(fishing for money)

[Yeah. Sorry. This is good.]

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