The Bourne Identity

Someone there?

Who's in this room?

Damn. l'd hoped you'd be English.

Where am l?

You're in Port Noir.

This little village on the

south coast of France.

lt's a village without boutique or. . .

. . .Club Med or T-shirts.

We've managed to avoid

the 20th century.

lntend to be dead before the 21 st.

lt's quite a trick.

Who are you?

Who, me?

l'm the doc, Geoffrey Washburn.

The doc.

And you?

We should tell the authorities. People

may be looking for you. Who are you?

Where do you live?

l need to know where to send

my outrageous bill.

lt's a miracle you're alive, old son.

My head. l gotta sleep.

-Just your name.

-Huh?

You do have a name?

My name. . . .

My name is. . . .

l have no idea.

My God! l don't know!

Sometimes, with rest,

everything comes back.

And sometimes, nothing more

than bits and pieces. Ever.

Trouble is, you see, l. . .

. . .l'm not a brain surgeon. l may have

disconnected some wiring in there.

-Fishing out bullets.

-Bullets?

lt won't help to concentrate.

Relax. Let images float in. Let the

subconscious mind have a chance.

This boat, what happened to it? Why

was l on it? Somebody shot me. Why?

-l have to remember.

-lt won't work that way.

There was no report of a trawler lost,

or any boat lost.

What else?

Nightmares.

As violent as anything l've seen.

The kids from the village come

to watch, no commercials.

ln them, you speak French, Spanish,

German and something Oriental.

Can't remember those.

-And, you've undergone plastic surgery.

-Plastic surgery?

Your nose, chin, cheekbones

have been worked on.

-What?

-Originally you looked different.

-l must've been in an accident.

-l don't think so.

The scars would be more like

the scars on your body.

Most of them 1 2, 1 5 years old.

Scars, l'd guess, from bullets,

shrapnel, that sort of thing.

A war?

Maybe. But, you see, the trouble is,

you've been sewn up. . .

. . .better than any army normally

sews up its boys.

lt's all very peculiar.

How will l find out who l am if

l've been turned into somebody else?

Geoff, l don't know what to do.

Help me.

-Break it down. Fast!

-What?

Break it down!

How did l know how to do that?

l don't know.

Three Cuban diplomats

were expelled from the country...

...in connection with the search

for the terrorist called Carlos.

Carlos is wanted for questioning...

...in the assassination

of U.S. Ambassador Leland.

Carlos has been linked with...

... the Japanese Red Army,

the West German Bader-Meinhof Gang...

... the Organization for Armed

Arab Struggle and the Turkish PLO....

Carlos was seen

in Beirut and London.

That's the world news

from Radio Luxembourg.

Does the name. . .

. . .Carlos mean anything to you?

-Nothing. Should it?

-You're sure?

Vague feelings? Anything?

Carlos.

-l don't know. Vague feelings.

-Yes?

Feelings of. . .?

Danger.

Something.

l don't know, Geoff. Who's Carlos?

Just a name.

Why here, Geoff,

when you're so good?

They said l was drunk.

They say l killed two patients on the

operating table because l was drunk.

l could've gotten away with one,

but not two.

They said they saw a pattern emerging,

so they kicked me out.

Don't give a man like me a knife

and cloak it in respectability.

What say--

He recognized me. He knows me.

Stop! l want to talk to you!

Stop a minute, will you?

Come on!

Stop!

They said you were hard to kill.

Hey, you! Get out of here!

Get out of here, now!

-You all right?

-l've got to catch him.

He knows me.

You're not well. Whoever

wants you dead will be back.

We must get you out of this village.

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