The Bourne Supremacy Page #8

PAMELA:

So you had Conklin killed.

(silence)

I mean, if we're cutting the crap...

ABBOTT:

I've given thirty years and two

marriages to this agency. I've

shoveled sh*t on four continents.

I'm due to retire next year and

believe me, I need my pension, but

if you think I'm gonna sit here and

let you dangle me with this, you can

go to hell. Marshall too.

(flat)

It had to be done.

PAMELA:

And Bourne? Where's he now?

ABBOTT:

(shrugs)

Dead in a ditch? Drunk in a bar in

Mogadishu? Who knows?

PAMELA:

I think I do. We had a deal going

down in Berlin last week. During the

buy, both our Field Agent and the

seller were killed. We pulled a

fingerprint from a timing charge

that didn't go off.

(beat)

They were killed by Jason Bourne.

ABBOTT hesitates. Blindsided. What?

A courtesy knock at the door.

CRONIN:

(appearing in the

doorway)

They're ready for us upstairs.

DELETED:

INT. FERRY BUILDING CUSTOMS HALL -- SUNSET

Now at the IMMIGRATION OFFICER booth, BOURNE hands over an

OLD BLUE PASSPORT. It reads, JASON BOURNE. What's he up to?

Is he giving up?

IMMIGRATION OFFICER

[Where you coming from, Mr. Bourne?]

BOURNE:

[Tangiers.]

The OFFICER runs the CODE on the passport through the SCANNER.

INT. INTERPOL MONITORING STATION -- MADRID -- SUNSET

A TECH turns as a COMPUTER ALARM begins an incessant BEEPING.

THE SCREEN:

As Jason Bourne's PASSPORT DATA begins scrolling through. A

sleeper waking up on the grid. Then his PHOTO.

WORK STATION:

As an Interpol SUPERVISOR leans in over the TECH'S shoulder

to see what's up. After a beat... As the TECH begins typing

and hits send...

INT. C.I.A. RELAY STATION -- BETHESDA, MARYLAND -- DAY

CREWCUT turns from his monitor to his own SUPERIOR as, at

the same time...

INT. FERRY BUILDING CUSTOMS HALL -- SUNSET

Looking up from his computer, the IMMIGRATION OFFICER gestures

BOURNE to one side.

IMMIGRATION OFFICER

[Sir, would you be so kind as to

step over here, please?]

BOURNE:

[Uh, sure.]

The IMMIGRATION OFFICER comes out of his booth as a

CARABINIERI joins him and they escort BOURNE to a small room

at the side of the CUSTOMS HALL.

IMMIGRATION OFFICER

[Please wait in here.]

BOURNE scans the hall as he walks, enters room...

PAMELA'S (V.O.)

Seven years ago, twelve million

dollars was stolen from a CIA

account...

BOURNE takes a seat. CARABINIERI guards the room.

INT. C.I.A. SITUATION ROOM -- DAY

Same table. More faces. MARSHALL back in the throne. ABBOTT,

THREE C.I.A. MANDARINS plus THEIR #2'S, and --

PAMELA:

...in Warsaw. This is...

CLICK -- A PHOTO of the man killed in Berlin fills the

projection screen behind her -- CLICK -- crime scene photo

of dead body -- CLICK -- "PECOS OIL" logo --*

PAMELA:

...Ivan Mevedev -- senior financial

manager -- worked for one of the new

Russian petroleum companies, Pecos

Oil. He claimed to know where the

money landed. We believe this could

have only happened with help from

someone inside the Agency... This...

CLICK -- CONKLIN'S PHOTO --

PAMELA:

(placing it on the

table)

...this is Conklin's computer.

CLICK -- A PHOTOCOPY OF A BANKING CONTRACT --

PAMELA:

...At the time of his death, Conklin

was sitting on a personal account in

the amount of seven-hundred and sixty

thousand dollars.

ABBOTT:

Do you know what his budget was?

PAMELA:

Excuse me.

ABBOTT:

We were throwing money at him.

Throwing it at him and asking him to

keep it dark.

PAMELA:

May I finish?

ABBOTT:

Conklin might've been a nut, but he

wasn't a mole. You have me his

calendar for a couple of days, I'll

prove he killed Lincoln.

(appealing to Marshall)

This is supposed to be definitive?

PAMELA:

What's definitive, is that I just

lost two people in Berlin!

ABBOTT:

So what's your theory?

(mocking her)

Conklin's reaching out from the grave

to protect his good name?

(incredulous)

The man is dead.

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