The Bourne Supremacy Page #4

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?

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