The Bourne Supremacy Page #2

MOVING WITH HIM AS

BOURNE follows THE SILVER CAR on foot -- natural -- cruising

the BUSY SIDEWALK -- blending into the mix -- chugging on

that water bottle and --

UP AHEAD:

THE SILVER CAR making the corner and turning now --

BACK TO:

BOURNE slowing as he reaches the corner --

HIS POV:

THE SILVER CAR has parked. There's a GUY -- well-dressed --

casual -- physical -- sunglasses -- call him KIRILL -- he's

out of the car and heading across the street toward a building

there. A TELEGRAPH OFFICE.

BACK TO:

BOURNE checking his watch. The car. The guy. Perimeter.

INT. TELEGRAPH OFFICE/GOA -- DAY

MR. MOHAN at his desk. He's a crisp, proper man of fifty.

He's just been handed something --

A PHOTOGRAPH OF MARIE -- an old passport picture.

MR. MOHAN

And your question, sir?

KIRILL across the desk.

KIRILL:

She's my sister. There's been a death

in the family. This is the last place

we know she called from.

INT. COTTAGE -- DAY

A NOTE ON THE TABLE: "I'M AT THE BEACH"

BOURNE has just come in -- just read the note -- balling it

quickly. In fact, everything is quickly now, because --

BOURNE is bailing.

Fast. Calm. Methodical. Some exfil procedure that he's honed

and choreographed. Packing like a machine --

RAPID TIME CUTS:

-- BACKPACKS thrown open on the bed. -- HOUSE CASH pulled

from a lamp base. -- CREDIT CARDS taped under the counter.

EXT. MAIN STREET/BANK GOA/BEACH TOWN -- DAY

KIRILL coming out of the bank. Mission accomplished.

Heading back to the SILVER CAR. Getting in and --

INT. SILVER CAR -- DAY (CONT)

KIRILL starting it up. Glancing around nice and easy. He's

cool. Putting the car into gear, he makes a slow pass through

the marketplace. Eyes everywhere.

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INT. COTTAGE -- DAY

BOURNE -- done -- the place is stripped -- pulling on the

backpacks -- glancing around -- one last thing -- sh*t, he

almost missed it --

THE PHOTOGRAPH -- the one of he and Marie on the beach --

the one we saw her looking at earlier -- there it is on the

windowsill -- jamming it into his pocket and --

EXT. SIDE STREET/PARKING AREA -- GOA/BEACHTOWN -- DAY

KIRILL now parked and out of the car -- on the move -- on

foot -- he begins a sweep of the beach.

EXT. COTTAGE BACK DOOR -- YARD/ALLEY -- DAY (CONT)

BOURNE out the back -- jogging -- keeping low -- into the

neighborhood -- through the alleys -- nothing random about

it, this has all been worked out and --

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EXT. BEACH -- GOA/BEACHTOWN -- DAY

Crowded with tourists -- sunbathers -- MARIE at her favorite

spot. Talking with TWO WOMEN, laughing with them -- happy.

EXT. BEACH/PARKING AREA -- GOA -- DAY

A burly JEEP comes roaring up. BOURNE spots the SILVER CAR,

parks at the other end -- takes off towards the beach.

EXT. BEACH -- GOA -- DAY

KIRILL methodically making his way up the beach -- checking

every blue tent -- every towel.

EXT. BEACH -- GOA -- DAY

BOURNE coming up the beach the opposite way -- one eye on

KIRILL, one eye on MARIE.

He arrives just as KIRILL looks up and sees them a hundred

yards away -- a hard stare between them -- BOURNE bends down --

BOURNE:

We gotta go, Marie. We gotta go,

now.

From the tone of his voice, she knows it's serious. Marie

grabs her bag. A quick goodbye to the friends. They hurry

off. BOURNE uses the sunbathers as cover. KIRILL retreats.

EXT. BEACH/PARKING LOT -- GOA -- DAY

They reach the JEEP -- she knows the drill -- bag tossed in

the back -- even as the Jeep pulls away and --

INT. JEEP -- DAY (CONT)

BOURNE driving. MARIE beside him --

BOURNE:

We're blown.

She hesitates. One minute ago everything was fine.

MARIE:

No... How?

BOURNE:

The Telegraph office.

MARIE:

But we were so careful.

BOURNE:

We pushed it. We got lazy.

EXT. BEACH/PARKING LOT -- GOA/BEACHTOWN -- DAY

KIRILL already back at the SILVER CAR -- following them out

onto the MAIN STREET -- blocked by the local traffic --

pulling a HUGE AUTOMATIC PISTOL out from his travel bag.

EXT. BEACHTOWN ALLEY/OFF MAIN STREET -- DAY

THE JEEP pulling down this narrow little passageway and --

BOURNE'S WINDSHIELD POV

MAIN STREET packed with traffic and --

BACK TO:

BOURNE not liking this. Eyes all over -- trying to decide.

MARIE:

But you're sure?

BOURNE:

He was at the campground yesterday.

MARIE:

So...

BOURNE:

It's wrong. Guy with a rental car

and hundred dollar sneakers sleeps

in a tent?

Trying to decide whether to pull out or back up --

MARIE:

That's crazy.

BOURNE:

No. Not this. This is real.

(suddenly)

And he's right there...

(throwing the car

into reverse)

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