The Bourne Supremacy Page #4

KIRILL'S FINGER

Squeezing. Firing.

EXT. WOODEN BRIDGE -- DAY (CONT)

The JEEP jerking.

FRONT FENDER tearing into and along the guard rail -- cement

shards fill the air --

BOURNE reaching for the wheel -- Too late!

As the JEEP finally crashes through the flimsy guardrail --

Plummets -- splashes hard -- begins to sink out of sight.

EXT. LOW WALL -- DAY (CONT)

KIRILL lowers the scope, takes a quick look around. He's

basically gone unnoticed in this little nook with his silenced

rifle. But people are already rushing toward the bridge.

Then... there!

An OLD WOMAN looking directly at KIRILL from a doorway. Not

quite sure what. But an old Indian woman in Goa? So what.

KIRILL drills her with a look. As she sinks back inside --

INT. JEEP -- SINKING IN THE RIVER -- DAY/SUNSET

Swallowed up. BOURNE and MARIE gone.

EXT. LOW WALL -- SUNSET

KIRILL scans the surface of the river under the bridge.

Waiting.

EXT. RIVER BOTTOM -- DAY

Mud plumes as the JEEP settles. BOURNE reaches over to MARIE,

tries to urge her out.

EXT. LOW WALL -- DAY

KIRILL with a killer's patience, waiting, almost done.

SCOPE POV:

The surface of the water. Unbroken.

KIRILL:

Scans his perimeter. There's the old woman again. But more

people with her. People coming out of the woodwork.

KIRILL checks the surface one last time. Nothing.

He breaks down the rifle in moments -- goes.

EXT. JEEP -- RIVER BOTTOM -- DAY

BOURNE -- up into an air pocket held by the jeep's canvas

top. A big gulp of air --

And he's back to MARIE. Frantic. Trying to unclip her

seatbelt. Pull her out. But it's all jammed up.

EXT. KIRILL -- BY THE SILVER CAR

Bag chucked in the back. All he has left is the scope. One

last look to the unbroken surface. Then it's time to go.

KIRILL -- drifting away -- disappears.

EXT. JEEP -- RIVER BOTTOM -- DAY

The red halo growing bigger. BLOOD. BOURNE pauses. MARIE'S

face is blank. She's dead. BOURNE finally pulling back.

Realizing this is goodbye...

DISSOLVE TO:

DELETED:

EXT. ZOOGARTEN SQUARE -- NIGHT

We pick up a MAN WITH A BRIEFCASE on a telephoto lens.

TEDDY/RADIO (V.O.)

The seller has arrived.

BERLIN:

As the man comes to a CHINESE RESTAURANT he stops. Squarely.

So he can be seen clearly. Then he enters a STARK GLASS OFFICE

BUILDING.

TEDDY/RADIO (V.O.)

He's inside.

EXT. ZOOGARTEN SQUARE -- NIGHT

TWO MEN cross the square to the Chinese Restaurant. VIC is

forty -- steel-ass intel operator -- he carries A LARGE

SAMPLES CASE. Beside him, MIKE, younger, ex-Navy-Seal.

INT. BERLIN HQ/COMMAND POST -- NIGHT

"The Hub". Secure, anonymous office space somewhere in the

city. Shades drawn. Lots of gear cabled around. The stale,

improvised feel of a temporary outpost. Four serious people

alone in this room:

PAMELA LANDY is 46. A Senior C.I.A. Counterintelligence

Officer. Hovering over the communications console.

CRONIN -- Pamela's #2 -- early forties, stone-cold facade --

quarterbacking the operation over the radio --

KURT and KIM are the techs here. His and Her headphones.

Ruggedized laptops and comm gear spread around them.

CRONIN:

What have you got, Survey One?

INT. NEARBY BERLIN OFFICE -- NIGHT (CONT)

Dark. TEDDY at the window. Another military face. Radio rig.

Night Scope. Watching VIC and MIKE pass below him --

TEDDY/RADIO (V.O.)

"Hub, this is Survey One. Mobile One

is in motion. Seller is inside and

waiting."

EXT. MODERN BERLIN STREET -- NIGHT

VIC and MIKE slow as they come to the same STARK, GLASS OFFICE

BUILDING.

TEDDY/RADIO (V.O.)

"We are ready to go."

EXT. MODERN BERLIN STREET -- NIGHT

MIKE and VIC shake hands; two tired co-workers parting ways.

MIKE will keep walking. VIC entering the building through

the big glass doors, smiling as he's approached by A NIGHT

SHIFT SECURITY GUARD. And we hear:

MIKE still walking, alone now, heading away from THE GLASS

OFFICE BUILDING toward A VAN parked up the block.

MIKE/RADIO

(sleeve mike, earpiece)

"This is Escort One. I'm clear."

INT. BERLIN HQ/COMMAND POST -- NIGHT

THE COMMAND POST. CRONIN works the communications board...

CRONIN:

"All teams -- listen up -- we are

standing-by for final green."

(turning now to--)

PAMELA, who has been listening. Just as she's about to give

the final word, KIM raises a finger...

KIM:

Langley...

She hands PAMELA a phone that's patched into her board.

PAMELA:

(a bit surprised)

Martin?

INT. CIA SITUATION ROOM/LANGLEY, VIRGINIA -- DAY

THREE MEN -- CIA MANDARINS -- sit around a round table. MARTIN

MARSHALL, Deputy Vice-Director, he's in charge. All is tense.

MARSHALL:

I'm here. So is Donnie and Jack

Weller. We understand you're using

the full allocation for this buy?

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