The Bourne Identity Page #2

THE MAN:

How did I get here?

GIANCARLO:

You we're lost at sea. They pulled

you out.

(we say nothing)

Who are you?

(still nothing)

You were shot -- two bullets -- in

the back. You understand me?

(we try to nod)

Who are you?

Long dead pause.

THE MAN:

I don't know.

EXT. OCEAN -- DAY

The Trawler plows through heavy seas.

INT. FISHING BOAT BUNK ROOM -- DAY

GIANCARLO is hunched over a desk -- tweezers and

flashlight -- busy working at that strange plastic tube that

came out of THE MAN's hip.

THE MAN is bandaged. He's sitting up, and it must hurt like

hell, but physical pain is not the thing troubling him right

now. He's staring around the room -- at his body -- at the

walls -- haunted --

THE MAN:

What if it doesn't come back?

GIANCARLO:

(still working that tube)

I told you. You need to rest.

Silence. THE MAN can't rest. Too busy trying to make sense

of all this.

THE MAN:

I can read. I can read that sign

on the door. I can count. I can

talk...

(focusing now--)

What are you doing?

GIANCARLO rummaging around -- finding a magnifying glass --

THE MAN:

What is that?

INSERT -- MAGNIFIED POV -- a slip of plastic from the

tube -- written there -- 000-7-17-12-0-14-26. GEMEINSCHAFT

BANK, ZURICH.

GIANCARLO:

It came from your hip. Under the

skin.

(turning back--)

You have a bank in Zurich.

(waiting)

You remember Zurich?

THE MAN:

No.

GIANCARLO staring at him now. Different suddenly. Suspicious.

GIANCARLO:

Look, I'm just on this boat, okay?

I'm an engineer. Whatever this is,

it's not for me to be involved, okay?

THE MAN:

I don't remember Zurich.

GIANCARLO pulls his pint. Takes a hit.

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