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He's putting this sheet of paper inside the file cover. Now
he's slipping them both underneath the desk, tossing them
there as if they fell in the struggle and --
INT. GLASS OFFICE BUILDING ELECTRICAL CLOSET -- NIGHT
The electrical risers -- as ONE OF THE TWO DETONATION DEVICES
BLOWS -- a single, tidy, self-contained explosion and --
EXT./INT. THE GLASS OFFICE BUILDING LOBBY -- NIGHT
As the lights flicker and fail and THE NIGHT SHIFT SECURITY
GUARD is suddenly cast into darkness and --
INT. BERLIN HQ/COMMAND POST -- NIGHT
As they were. Waiting. But only a moment before --
TEDDY/RADIO
(sudden, urgent)
"Hub? -- we just -- we lost power --
the building! -- the whole place
just went dark! --"
CRONIN looking at Pamela -- the first whiff of dread as --
CRONIN:
"-- repeat -- who is dark? -- the
target building or your location? --
"
RADIO VOICES piling up -- panicked, confusion cascading as --
DELETED:
DELETED:
EXT. BERLIN NOVATEL/PARKING LOT -- NIGHT
Anonymous drone barn. KIRILL stepping out of a car. He's
carrying the duffle.
INT. BERLIN NOVATEL CORRIDOR -- NIGHT
KIRILL. Heading down the hall.
INT. NOVATEL ROOM -- NIGHT
KIRILL enters. It's a small room. GRETKOV is waiting. He's
forty. Professional. Trim and polished. Dominant.
GRETKOV:
(Russian)
[You're early.]
KIRILL:
(Russian)
[You're complaining?]
GRETKOV:
[It's clean?]
KIRILL:
[Would I bring it?]
GRETKOV taking over now. Tosses some money on the bed, checks
out the photocopy of the files.
GRETKOV:
[What are you doing?]
KIRILL stripping quickly --
KIRILL:
[I'm taking a shower, it's been a
long day.]
GRETKOV:
[Make it fast, my plane is waiting.]
GRETKOV dumping three million dollars over the bed as KIRILL
sheds his clothes, and we --
DISSOLVE TO:
WORKMEN cluster as a cable winches --
The JEEP is raised from the river bottom. As water pours off
of it --
BOURNE -- Watching -- From a distance -- Empty --
CUT TO:
EXT. BERLIN OFFICE BUILDING -- DAY
Crime scene. POLICE blocking OFFICE WORKERS from getting in
the building. MEDIA vans clogging the street.
PAMELA and CRONIN, across the street, watching.
The mood is black. Ashes.
PAMELA:
We need to get in there.
CRONIN:
I'm working on it.
PAMELA stands there. Silent. Staring at the disaster across
the street.
DELETED:
BOURNE is bailing.
Exfil procedure, but this is a heartbroken exfil.
-- A FOOTLOCKER open. Bourne's main stash.
BOURNE going through the footlocker. Setting aside his 'work
clothes' -- other things he needs.
But he also has to separate.
A GROWING PILE of Marie memories: Bank cards. Phony student
IDs. Loose passport photos with a mix of looks and hair-dos.
Clothes -- vacuum-packed bags -- spare shoes.
EXT. NEAR THE SHACK -- DAY
A gasoline-stoked FIRE burning in a rock-lined pit. BOURNE
feeding his papers and all of Marie's belongings into the
fire. A passport cover crinkles back to reveal her photo.
Her face begins to burn. Gas-soaked clothes tossed in. Nothing
left except --
The PHOTOGRAPH -- the picture of he and Marie at the beach.
The one from his desk.
BOURNE hesitates, holds the photo out to the flames. The
rules of exfil say drop it -- but he can't -- won't --
He reaches to his bag, sticks the photo on top of his gear.
Then, hefting, the bag, BOURNE strides away.
INT. BERLIN HQ COMMAND POST -- DAY
A folding table covered with XEROXED BERLIN POLICE PAPERWORK.
PAMELA getting a show-and-tell from CRONIN and TEDDY.
CRONIN:
-- so there were two of these
explosive charges placed on the power
lines. One of them failed. The
fingerprint...
(Pamela's got it)
That's from the one that didn't go
off.
PAMELA:
And the Germans can't match it?
TEDDY:
Nobody's got it. We checked every
database we could access. Nothing.
CRONIN:
Show her the other thing.
TEDDY:
This is a KGB file that must've fallen
somehow and then slipped under, I
guess, a desk there, or...
(handing it to her --)
PAMELA:
Do we know what this says?
TEDDY:
Yup...
(a scrap of paper)
The main word there, the file heading,
translates as:
Treadstone.
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