EXT. MERCEDES WINDSHIELD -- DUSK

It's raining... Light strobes across the wet glass at a

rhythmic pace...

Suddenly -- through the window a face -- JASON BOURNE --

riding in the backseat -- his gaze fixed.

INT. MERCEDES -- NIGHT

On his knee -- a syringe and a gun --

The eyes of the driver, JARDA, watching --

BOURNE'S POV -- the passenger -- back of his HEAD -- cell

phone rings -- the HEAD turns -- it's CONKLIN --

BOURNE returns his stare...

CUT TO:

INT. COTTAGE BEDROOM -- NIGHT

BOURNE'S EYES OPEN! -- panicked -- gasping -- trying to stay

quiet -- MARIE sleeps.

INT. COTTAGE LIVING AREA/BATHROOM -- NIGHT

BOURNE moving for the medicine cabinet. Digs through the

medicine cabinet. Downs something specific.

INT./EXT. COTTAGE LIVING ROOM/VERANDA -- NIGHT

One minute later. BOURNE moves out onto the veranda.

MARIE pads in. Watching him for a moment. Concerned. Clearly

it's not the first time this has happened.

They both look different than last we saw them; his hair is

longer. She's a blonde. Hippie travelers. Their cottage is

humble but sweet. The bedroom opens to a beach and a town

just down the hill. CLUB MUSIC from some all night rave

wafting in from the far distance.

MARIE:

Where were you, Jason? In the car.

BOURNE:

Conklin up front.

MARIE:

I'll get the book.

BOURNE:

No. There's nothing new.

MARIE:

You're sure?

(he nods)

We should still -- we should write

it down.

BOURNE:

Two years we're scribbling in a

notebook --

MARIE:

-- it hasn't been two years --

BOURNE:

-- it's always bad and it's never

anything but bits and pieces anyway!

(she's gone quiet)

You ever think that maybe it's just

making it worse? You don't wonder

that?

She lays her hands on his shoulders, steadies him.

MARIE:

We write them down because sooner or

later you're going to remember

something good.

BOURNE:

(softens)

I do remember something good. All

the time. I remember you.

She smiles. Kisses him. Leads him back in.

INT. COTTAGE BEDROOM -- NIGHT

MARIE getting BOURNE into the bed. Turning down the light.

Getting him settled. Waiting for that pill to kick in. What

would he do without her?

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