The Bourne Identity Page #3

GIANCARLO:

(offering the

bottle--)

You drink rum?

THE MAN:

I don't know.

EXT. FISHING BOAT DECK -- NIGHT

THE MAN stands at the rail, staring out to sea. So lost.

He turns to head inside -- there, a surfcasting rod propped

against a locker.

THE MAN picks up the rod -- flips the bail -- traps the

line -- now he's casting far out into the darkness. And for

the first time, he smiles.

INT. FISHING BOAT GALLEY -- NIGHT

A ratty old espresso machine. THE MAN standing there,

staring at the thing like it's a test. Then his hands begin

to move -- trying to pack a grind -- trying to fit it in --

turning on the steam and --

The whole thing explodes.

EXT. FISHING BOAT DECK -- DAY

THE MAN alone doing chin-ups on the deck rail. He's still

bandaged and the wounds must hurt like hell, but he's

pushing himself. Using the pain -- bathing in it -- maybe

even hoping that it will hold some answer for him.

INT. FISHING BOAT GALLEY -- NIGHT

A chess board. Wooden pieces jumbled in a box. THE MAN

hesitates -- takes a black knight from the box -- lingers

for a moment -- and then places it on the board. He's off

and running. He knows this. Placing pieces faster and

faster -- still setting it up, as we --

INT. FISHING BOAT HEAD -- NIGHT

One of the ugliest bathrooms on the planet. THE MAN

standing before a pitted, tarnished, cataract of a mirror.

Staring at himself.

And then he speaks.

THE MAN:

(in perfect French)

(I don't know who I am. Do you

know who I am? Do have any idea

who I am?)

And then he stops. Blinks. Wipes away the perspiration

just beading on his forehead.

THE MAN:

(in perfect Dutch)

(Tell me who I am. If you know who

I am, please stop f***ing around

and tell me.)

No answer. Just that face. His face. Who am I?

And what else is inside there?

EXT. FISHING BOAT -- DAY

SAILORS hauling in the nets. THE MAN -- still bandaged, but

healing -- working beside them. Earning his keep. Getting

healthy.

EXT. ITALIAN COASTLINE -- DAWN

A small, colorful fishing village. The trawler motoring in.

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