The Bourne Identity Page #6

THE MAN trying to get comfortable on a bench. It's chilly

but this will have to do until morning.

Just settling in, when --

ZURICH COP #1 (OS)

(authority German)

(Can't you read the signs?)

THE MAN turns. TWO ZURICH COPS coming toward him.

ZURICH COP #2

(On your feet. Let's go. Right now.)

THE MAN makes his feet. They're on top of him now.

ZURICH COP #1

(The park is closed. There's no

sleeping in the park.)

ZURICH COP #2

(Let's see some identification.)

THE MAN not sure what to do. Eyes moving. Mouth shut.

ZURICH COP #1

(Come on. Your papers. Let's go.)

THE MAN:

I've lost them. I've.

(German now)

(My papers. They are lost.)

ZURICH COP #1

(not sympathetic)

(Okay. Let's go. Put your hands up.)

ZURICH COP #2

(pulling his nightstick)

(-- come on -- hands up -- up --)

THE MAN raising his hand slowly -- ZURICH COP #1 reaching up

to pat him down --

THE MAN:

-- look, I'm just trying to sleep

okay? --

(German again)

(-- I just need to sleep --)

ZURICH COP #2 has heard enough -- giving a sharp poke with

the nightstick -- into THE MAN's back -- and that's the last

thing he'll remember because --

THE MAN is in motion.

A single turn -- spinning -- catching COP #2 completely off

guard -- the heel of his hand driving up into the guy's

throat and --

COP #1 -- behind him -- trying to reach for his pistol, but

THE MAN -- still turning -- all his weight moving in a

single fluid attack -- a sweeping kick and --

COP #1 -- he's falling -- catching the bench -- trying to

fight back but -- THE MAN -- like a machine -- just

unbelievably fast -- three jackhammer punches -- down-down-

down and -- COP #1 -- head slammed into the bench -- blood

spraying from his nose -- he's out cold and --

COP #2 -- writhing on the ground -- gasping for air --

struggling with his holster -- THE MAN -- his foot --

down -- like a vise -- onto COP #2's arm -- shattering the

bone -- COP #2 starting to scream, and then silenced because --

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