All language subtitles for The Bourne Identity (1988) DVDRip

Someone there?

Who's in this room?

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

Where am I?

You're in Port Noir.

This little village on the
south coast of France.

It's a village without boutique or...

...Club Med or T-shirts.

We've managed to avoid
the 20th century.

Intend to be dead before the 21st.

It's quite a trick.

Who are you?

Who, me?

I'm the doc, Geoffrey Washburn.

The doc.

And you?

We need to notify the authorities. People
might be looking for you. What's your name?

Where do you live?

I need to know where to send
my outrageous bill.

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

My head. I gotta sleep.

- Just your name.
- Huh?

You do have a name?

My name...

My name is...

I have no idea.

My God! I don't know!

Sometimes, with rest,
everything comes back.

And sometimes, nothing more
than bits and pieces. Ever.

Trouble is, you see, I...

...I'm not a brain surgeon. I may have
disconnected some wiring in there.

- Fishing out bullets.
- Bullets?

It 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 I on it? Somebody shot me. Why?

- I have to remember.
- It won't work that way.

There was no report of a trawler lost,
or any boat lost.

What else?

Nightmares.

As violent as anything I've ever seen.

The kids from the village come up
to watch, no commercials, you see.

In these nightmares, you speak French,
Spanish, German and something Oriental.

Can't remember those either.

- And, you've undergone plastic surgery.
- Plastic surgery?

Your nose, chin, cheekbones
have been worked on.

- What?
- Originally you looked different.

- I must've been in an accident.
- I don't think so.

The scars would have been different, more
like the scars all over the rest of your body.

Most of them 12, 15 years old.

Scars, I'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.

It's all very peculiar.

How I'm ever gonna find out who I am if
I've been turned into somebody else?

Geoff, I don't know what to do.

Help me.

- Break it down. Fast!
- What?

Break it down!

How did I know how to do that?

I don't know.

Three Cuban diplomats
were expelled from the country...

...in connection with the worldwide
search for the terrorist called Carlos.

Carlos is wanted for questioning...

...in the assassination of U.S.
Ambassador Leland, in Marseilles

Carlos has been linked with
various terrorist groups including...

...the Japanese Red Army,
the West German BADER-Meinhof Gang...

...the Organization for Armed
Arab Struggle and the Turkish PLO...

Although there are no known
photographs of Carlos

he has been reportedly been
seen since the assassination

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.

- I don't know. Vague feelings.
- Yes?

Feelings of...?

Danger.

Something.

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

Just a name.

Why here, Geoff, when
you're as good as you are?

They said I was drunk.

They say I killed two patients on the
operating table because I was drunk.

I 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! I want to talk to you!

Stop a minute, will you?

Come on!

Stop!

They said you were hard
man to kill, Monsieur.

Hey, you! Get out of here!
Get out of here, now!

- You all right?
- I've got to catch him.

He knows who I am.

No, no, no, you're not well enough. Anyone
who wants you dead is going to be back.

Now, they know you are alive

We gotta get you out of this village.
It's not safe for you here anymore.

Père Jacques will be comming for you. He owes
me a favour. He'll get you to Marseilles.

- Oh, and here.
- What's this?

It's what money I've got.
It isn't much but it's a start.

- Geoff, I can't take...
- Oh rubbish. I don't need it, you do. The passport as well.

Get it altered. Père Jacques
knows a man who'll do it for you.

It wasn't enough to save my life?

The most interesting work I've done in
years. Anyway, I'm stuck with you now.
I've got an investment in you.

I won't forget this.

Oh, I have been keeping back
a crucial piece of the puzzle...

...I was waiting for you to get stronger.
But now we're out of time. You better
come and have a look at it.

- What am I looking for?
- Oh, tell me what you see.

- Microfilm. Numbers.
- And above the numbers?

"Gemeinschaft Bank Zurich."
I don't understand.

You see, In Switzerland, numbers are
the same as a signature on a bank account.

- Where did you get this?
- From your hip.

It had been surgically
implanted in your hip.

And you didn't tell me before?
Do you know what this means?

- I don't know, I presume it means...
- In this bank, in Zurich, with these numbers...

-...that's where the answers will be.
- I was told, answers, they are a bit overrated anyway.

Oh, there he is. Now, you better hurry.

- I'll be back.
- I'm not going anywhere.

Good luck.

What are the good hotels in Zurich?

Well, there's the Ritz,
the Palace, the Carillon Du Lac.

Carillon Du Lac.

- The Carillon Du Lac.
- It's very exclusive, sir.

- If you don't have a reservation...
- Take me there.

It's your money.

It's good to see you again, sir.

It's been a while.

Yes, I guess it has.

Do me a favor, Herr Stossel. I've sprained
my hand last week. It's difficult to write.
Would you fill in the registration for me?

Oh, it's not a problem, sir.

Want me to call for the hotel doctor?

Not now. Perhaps later.

I do need your signature,
and your passport.

Something wrong, Mr. Bourne?

My passport's at the bottom
of my case. I'll get it down later.

Yes, sir. I'll get the key.

I assume you'll require the usual
conditions for your stay with us?

Perhaps they've changed.
How did you understand them?

Whoever phones or comes for
you is to be told you're out, and
you're to be informed immediately.

The one exception is your employer,
Treadstone 71. Correct?

I won't forget your efficiency, Herr Stossel.

You've always been more
than generous, Mr. Bourne.

I'm sick of all this, Peter. I wanna
get married, I wanna have a baby...

...I wanna learn to play the saxophone.

You always say that before you
have to give a paper. Wait until
tonight. You'll be a star.

- And you won't be here.
- Marie.

- Thank you.
- You know, I don't want to leave. I have to.

France has today expelled three high
ranking Cuban diplomats in connection...

...with the worldwide search
for a man called Carlos...

...believed to be responsible for the
assassination U.S. Ambassador Howard Leland.

Ambassador Leland was shot once
through the throat by an unseen
gunman using a high powered rifle.

If there's no listing under Treadstone 71,
try Treadstone without the number.

...Irrespective of political ideology.

Did you try "company"
or "corp." or "inc."?

What about two words, separated?
"Tread Stone."

...and John Phillips,
British member of Parliament.

There must be a listing, operator.

How about the boroughs outside
Manhattan? Queens? Brooklyn?

I don't know what sort of
business they're in. I'm sorry.

Investment banking? Securities?

Look, could I persuade you to
check the unlisted book?

Just tell me if the number there miss?
You don't have to tell me the actual...

Don't tell me you don't have access.
I know you do.

Yes, I understand.
Thank you very much for your trouble.

I have no new evidence.

Wait...

I know you.

We have increased security measures at all
of our foreign embassies, and of course...

...we're cooperating with Interpol
and the French authorities...

...in a worldwide search
for the terrorist Carlos.

You were responsible for
the ambassador Leland safety.

How do you feel about
his assassination?

Who are you? Why do I know you?

I feel a sense of outrage and
deep personal loss.

He was a close friend.

When we find Carlos, and we will...

...I intend to question him myself.
That's all I can say. Thank you.

This is Nigel Colman,
reporting from Nice.

Carlos.

May I help you, sir?

I have an account here.

If you'll tell me the number of
zeros in your account...

...I can direct you
to the correct office.

Three zeros.

Take the elevator, sir. Fifth floor.

Thank you.

Three-zero account on the way
to the fifth floor.

My name is Fritz Koenig, sir.

Three-zero accounts rarely come in
without an appointment.

I'm afraid you startled
our man in the lobby.

I can't help that. I'm in a hurry.

Of course. If you'll sign in.

Your signature.

Of course.

Would you wait in here, please?

Where are you taking that?

- To Signature Verifications, of course.
- I'm in a great hurry, Her Koenig.

I'm following procedures
you yourself requested, sir.

I've got his fingerprints.

We're ready down here.

Walter Apfel, at your service.

Mr. Apfel.

I trust you're enjoying
your stay in Zurich?

Very much. My room overlooks
the lake. It's beautiful.

Shall I unlock this for you or would
you prefer to do it yourself?

Be my guest. Please. Open it.

Oh, no, sir. I can unlock it for you,
but the opening is your responsibility.

- If your identity is listed, it's not my position...
- Of course.

It's just that I'm in a hurry. I need
to transfer funds out of the country,
Mr. Apfel. Can you do that for me?

- For that I do need to know your name.
- Fine.

Open the box. Let's get to it.

Is something wrong?

Everything's fine.

My name is Jason Bourne. Jason.

My privilege to know you. Your identity
will remain confidential, of course.

You have the word of an officer
of Gemeinschaft Bank.

Thank you, Mr. Apfel.

I'd like funds transfered to
the Bank of France in Port Noir...

...under the name of
Dr. Geoffrey Washburn.

All right. What amount?

A million dollars.

Fine.

Anything further, sir?

Seven million dollars transferred
to my account...

Where, sir?

Paris.

Very good, sir. Which bank?

I'm sure you have
an affiliated bank in Paris?

Yes, of course.
The Valois Bank of Paris.

The Valois Bank, yes.

And 300,000 francs in cash now.
The balance to remain here.

The paperwork won't take a minute, sir.
I'll be back with your money.

- Your money, sir.
- Thank you.

Anytime we can of assistance,
it will be our pleasure.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

How many in the lobby?

How many?

Just one. Outside
in a silver Mercedes.

Excuse me, is this a fire drill?

Herr Stossel, this is Mr. Bourne in 402.

I'd like my bill prepared
immediately, and a taxi.

I'm on my way down.

Your taxi's waiting, sir. And your bill,
in francs and dollars, as usual.

There may be messages for my
company Keep them until I send
you a forwarding address.

Very good, sir.

Could you send this for me please?
If there is a reply, I'll be at the Bertinelli lecture.

Certainly, doctor.
Thank you.

May I accompany you
to Bertinelli lecture, doctor?

- You're into interest rates?
- Deeply.

- Do I know you?
- Of course you do. I am the one who
applauded loudest for your paper.

Can we have the next slide, please?

- Let me go. What are you doing?
- Is there another way out?

How should I know?

Do as I say.

This graph shows yield curve slopes
and inflation rates for Germany...

...and her principal economic partners,
France, Italy and the Netherlands.

Since the inception of the EMS
in 1979...

...there has been a marked convergence
of inflation rates...

...proxied by
the yield curve slopes.

This has been due to the gradual
tightening of monetary policies...

...with France, Italy and
Netherlands tending to have...

...tighter monetary policies
than Germany.

This supports our view that a
deflationary bias has been imposed...

...on the rest of Europe by Germany
via the EMS.

Next slide, please.

Here! What's going on?

This way.

Shut up! I said, shut up!

That hurts!

- My wrist is broken!
- No, it isn't.

- Let me go!
- As soon as we get to your car.

- I don't have a car!
- You forgot I saw your keys, doctor.

My car is at the Ottawa Airport...

Your car.

They'll kill you too.

Now, drive!

Gun it!

Turn right onto the bridge.
Come on!

Where are we going?

Tell me!

A restaurant.
The Drei Alpenhauser.

- Please let me go. I can't...
- I'll let you go at the Drei Alpenhauser. Now move it.

- What's at the restaurant? I don't understand...
- I don't know. Now, turn around!

Walk into the restaurant with me.

You said to drive you here.

You said if I drove you here,
you'd let me go.

- I won't do it again.
- Yes, you will.

When you think you can make it,
you'll try.

Believe me when I tell you,
you won't make it.

I won't. I won't do it,
if I know you'll let me go.

- I will.
- When?

When it no longer matters
what you say or do.

I don't want to hurt you.
Don't make me.

Comb your hair.
You look a mess.

If you make trouble inside,
somebody's bound to get hurt.

It'll be your responsibility.

- Don't look at him.
- Who is it?

I don't know.
Don't let him see your face.

Why are you doing this to me?

I enjoy the food here.

I have a family. They will kill
my wife and children.

I gave you the envelope. I did
what I was told. No more, no less.

As you yourself instructed.

You were paid?

I told them nothing.

Then why are you afraid?
I'm just a tourist having dinner.

You cannot, please.
You must leave.

Tell me what you know. Quickly!

Others may have talked.
The police...

The police have been here.
Interpol, looking for you, mein Herr.

And others who would stop at
nothing. They know this place. Please.

I have told them I haven't seen you.

They'll kill me...

You're exaggerating.

Don't do this to me.

Why are you so afraid?

Word went out a month ago
that you were not dead.

Anyone with any information should call
a number set up by Interpol.

Sizable rewards offered by
several countries.

- Information to be held in strictest confidence.
- And you needed the money.

No, no, God.

You've got to believe me.
On my life, I swear I didn't...

Who did?

Chernak, maybe.

Chernak?

The envelope came from him to me
to you. You know him.

- He'd never say anything.
- Where is he?

- Where he always is.
- Don't play games with me.

- Lowenstrasse, of course.
- What number?

- It hasn't changed.
- Answer the question.

Thirty-seven.

- What was in the envelope?
- I didn't look. I don't know.

I will shoot you if you lie again.

- Money?
- I suppose. Yes. I didn't take any.

- If there was some discrepancy...
- What was the money for?

Why are you doing this to me?

I read the papers,
watch the news on TV.

It was front page in three languages.

The assassination of
Ambassador Leland.

- Come on.
- I don't want to go in there.

- You're coming in.
- I don't want to hear anymore...

Come on. I don't want to be a witness.
Please! Don't make me go.

I won't go to the police.

When we get up there, I'll knock.
If the door opens, leave it to me.
If somebody answer from the inside...

...tell them you're got message
from the Drei Alpenhauser.

I don't speak German Mr. Chernak,
but I have a message for you.

- Who are you? What is it?
- Alpenhauser.

It's from a friend at
Drei Alpenhauser.

- I don't know anybody there.
- Come on.

Is there another Chernak in the building?
He said 37 Lowenstrasse.

- Put it under the door.
-Identification.

I can't. It isn't written down.

I need to make
a visual identification.

No!

You.

What do you want from me?

Stay in here. Keep quiet.

You swore the last one was the end
of it. I can't risk it anymore.

The envelope you gave our friend at
the Alpenhauser, who gave to you?

The messenger, who else.

- Where did it come from?
- How would I know?

It arrived in a box, as usual.
I unpacked it, sent it on.

You were the one who set up the system.
Why are you asking me these things?

You are the one who said it was too
dangerous to come here anymore.

- Money was missing.
- Then it wasn't paid!

I never open the envelopes!
You know that!

Missing?
I don't believe you.

Anyhting missing you wouldn't have taken
the assignment. And you took the assignment.

- What assignment?
- Why are you really here?

Who's the girl?

They'll pay for your corpse.

Come on! We gotta get out of here.

Don't try. Don't try.

- You killed him, didn't you?
- He was trying to kill me. Get in.

You killed that poor helpless man.

Drive!

Where? You haven't said where.

A safe place. A hiding place.

Red door.

Boarding house.

Stepdeckstrasse.

Help me! Somebody!

Please!

That's the woman.

Help. Help me. A man's been shot.

- It's alright, we're police. Undercover.
- Police?

He kept hitting me. And he killed
that poor man in the wheelchair.

Herr Koenig, Dr. St. Jacques.

She was with him.
He killed Chernak.

Yes! He killed that man!
He's wounded.

- How badly?
- I don't know. He fainted.

His head was bleeding.
Who is he?

He goes by many names.
Many disguises.

He is a chameleon.

But as you have seen, he's a killer.
A brutal killer.

Then he is an assassin?

Yes.

Did he say how he planned to get out
of Zurich or where he planned to go?

No. No. He was
almost incoherent. He...

Think, now. He said nothing?

Wait. He was mumbling something.
A street name.

- It was... Step...
- Stepdeckstrasse?

That's it. A boarding house
with a red door.

I'm all right.

You again. You've done
nothing but trouble. Go away!

You said you wouldn't be back.

Do you want a doctor?

Any instructions?

The assassination of
Ambassador Leland!

And you took the assignment.

You killed that poor helpless man!

He was trying to kill me!

Does the name Carlos
mean anything to you?

I intend to question Carlos myself.

They'll pay for your corpse!

Mr. Bourne. Finally.

That's him!

My God. You're with them?

My compliments.

- These are the police.
- Better and better.

- The conditions were right?
- God. Take me back to the hotel.

- Take her to the river. Kill her.
- Wait...

Get you head up. Scream! Loud!

Stupid.

Whatever you're getting
paid for this, I'll double it.

- You were at the bank. You know I can do it.
- I wouldn't touch your money.

Money's money. Why not?

Are you serious? Wealth is relative
to the time you have to enjoy it.

I wouldn't last five minutes.
Put him in the car.

Break his fingers.

Stop the car!

Stop the car!

He said, "Take her to the river."

Get out!

Bourne.

- Get up.
- Get away.

Get in the car and go.

They'll be back, he'll kill you.
He'll kill you. What are you doing?

Get up.

- Get in that car and go like hell.
- No!

He tried to rape me.
You saved me. Now, get up!

Oh, my God.

I can't do this.
I don't know how to do this.

I'm not thinking.

God, God, God, come on.

Help me. Help me.

Damn you! I hope that hurt.

Who is it?

Wait. Thank you very much.

Where are we?

Regensburg.
Thirty miles west of Zurich.

How did we get here?

I made a decision.

One of the more difficult
ones I've made in my life.

Perhaps because
I nearly lost my life.

But because of what you did,
I decided to help you.

But only for a while. For a few hours.
To help you get away.

- Knowing what I am?
- I don't know what you are.

All I know is that you
came back and saved my life.

You're not afraid of me anymore?

Of course I am. I saw you kill.
You're good at it. It was horrible.

But you saved my life.

Are you that naive?

Not really. I have your gun.

The man at the hotel called
you "doctor". What sort of doctor?

Of economics, not medicine.

I work for the Canadian
Treasury Board.

Why was there was no stink in
the paper about the abduction of
the beautiful economist from Canada?

- How did you manage that?
- I called a friend.

One that wasn't at the Bertinelli lecture.

Told her I was okay,
to field questions come up.

That I was having an affair,
that I'd be back in a couple of days.

That's all I get? You shake your head?

- I saved your life!
- What do you want, a medal?

- The truth.
- I don't know the truth.

- You can do better than that.
- Not much.

They say my name
is Bourne. Jason Bourne.

They? What are you talking about?

My life began a month ago...

...when I washed up on the beach
in the French fishing village of Port Noir.

I have no past, doctor.
No memory of a past.

I have no idea who I am,
what I am, why I'm...

...so good at killing.

Or who those people are
who are trying to kill me.

Do you really expect
me to believe that?

No.

No, I don't.

I can't believe it myself.
How could I expect you to?

The insanity is...

...it's the truth.

When the fat man at Drei Alpenhause
came over, you told me to turn to the wall.

- There was no point in being identified.
- There wasn't.

- That's not the reasoning of...
- An assassin?

I appreciate what you're trying
to do. But use your brain doctor.

Envelopes full of money were delivered to me for
assignments taken. I've got a numbered account...

...with 15 million dollars. Where did
that come from? Treadstone 71?

Well, who are they?
Why can't I find them?

What does a man like me, with the skills I
obviously have, do to get that kind of money?

What occurs to you?

- Everything's in one hell of a mess.
- Be serious.

- Is there anything familiar, Jason?
- Mediterranean power struggles...

...the Mideast problems, arms deals.
I know what they are talking about, Marie.
If fact, I know a lot more than what's in these papers.

- Maybe you're with Foreign Service.
- With expertise in small arms and martial arts?

And a numbered bank account?

Think of traveling.
What do you see trains, cars, planes?

All of them.

And who meets you?
Are there faces? People?

Streets.

- Streets? Why streets?
- I don't know.

Faces in shadows, featureless,
meet me in streets.

- No offices? Business offices?
- Sometimes. Not usually.

- All right. These faces, are they men or women?
- Men, mostly.

- What do you talk about?
- I don't know.

There aren't voices.
There aren't any words.

But you had appointments. Who
made the appointments. How did
you know where to go, who to see?

- Cables. Telephone calls.
- From?

- I don't know.
- Jason, you had to call them back.

- Was it Treadstone? Think.
- I can't.

No. They'd reach me.
I never called them.

What comes to mind when you think of money?
The first thing, the first impression.

Jason?

Death.

Marie.

Buy yourself a ticket
back to Canada.

Back to Peter.

Oh, Peter.

I'd forgotten it was you
behind us in the hotel lobby.

You misunderstood, Jason.

You're going home tomorrow.

You'll learn to play the saxophone,
marry Peter and forget this.

Peter is nothing more than my boss
and an old friend from school.

At one point in the beginning,
I thought, well, maybe...

But he turned out to be deeply
committed to helpless women.

So am I.

- I'm coming to Paris with you.
- You're not.

The last time I went near that bank
account, half of Zurich tried to kill me.

That's exactly why you need me.
I know banks. I know the right questions
to ask. How to interpret the answers.

Marie, I'm not going to drag you into
this any further. I don't want you hurt.

Jason, I have rank in the Treasury
Department of Canadian goverment.

Clearance access, embassy protection.
All that can be quite helpful.

I've already called Peter in Ottawa and ask him
to find out about your misterious Treadstone.

You shouldn't have done that.

I want to help you, Jason.

First it was because you saved me from
being rape, saved my life, I owed you.

But then...

You're not a killer.
You can kill, but you're not a killer.

That's a distinction I happen to
believe in more more than you do.

Please let me help you.

Put your arms around me, Jason.

I need to be held.
Even if it's only for tonight.

We need to forget the violence.

What are you thinking?

I keep spinning around
in the wind...

...over and over.

There's fire.

Images.

A woman, a child.

A beautiful child.

Burning.

I feel responsible.

I may not be able to live with
what's out there. I mean that.

Jason, even at the beginning
when you were very rough...

...even then there was something
in your eyes, some...

...I don't know, reluctance.

You couldn't have hurt them.
It's impossible.

Not you.

All right. Thank you, Peter.

- What did he say?
- The Treadstone was very dangerous.

- It's a super secret top echelon group in the CIA.
- The CIA? Is he sure his information is accurate?

- He called a friend in Washington. He is with the NSC.
- My God!

He was furious that Peter even knew about
the existence of a group called Treadstone.

- He's flying to Canada to debrief him.
- Now do you want to go back?

Ask me after the bank.

It won't be open for another hour.
Let's go to the Sorbonne to see if the reports...

...on Ambassador Leland's assassination
jog my memory. Let's get a cab

- Wait.
- What?

- Look.
- Oh, my God, that's you.

I was there. I know these people.

Ambassador Leland.

U.S. Naval Intelligence,
a house in McLean, Virginia.

And this man, I saw him
on television in Zurich.

I know him, but I can't
remember his name.

He's important, Marie.

Somehow, close to me.

What's his name?

He is not identified Jason.
You're not identified.

It's the funeral for the son
of General Villiers.

Carlos again.

Leland was shot in the throat.

"Carlos' signature he says,
is to shoot his victims in the throat."

I shot Chernak in the throat.

Come on.

Are your days comfortable?

The days, they draw to an end.

But they are made comfortable.

Good.

What is the report from Zurich?

Bourne has disappeared.

They think the woman is with him.

Disappeared?

Where was Koenig?

- He has a dozen men.
- Four of our men were killed.

Koenig says Bourne has sent
the money to Paris.

He comes to me.

Have someone at the bank
who can recognize him.

And if possible, take the woman first.
And bring her to me.

Yes, Carlos.

This number is 46-78-2255.

Got it. Here we go.

Hello, I transferred a sizable amount
of money from Switzerland and I'd like
to check whether it's there.

That would be in our Foreign
Department, sir. I will connect you.

Pierre D'Armacourt.

Look I transferred upwards of seven
million dollars to your bank. I've trying
to check whether it's there or not.

Now, are you gonna help me or are
you gonna to transfer me to some other
department? Who am I talking to?

I can, of course, help you Monsieur.
I'm Pierre D'Armacourt, an officer of the bank.

- If you will give me your name.
- Bourne. B-O-U-R-N-E. Jason Bourne.

The money came from Gemeinschaft
bank in Zurich. Now, did you get to you?

All transactions are confidential, Monsieur Bourne.
We couldn't give you that information tell you over the phone.

Look I am in a hurry.
I'm leaving Paris and I...

- Could you come by the bank?
- Yes, I guess I'll have to.

Where's your office? I'll need to see
all the papers and the confirmation.

Of course, my office is at the rear,
first floor, on the right...

- Hello? Damn phones.
- I am here, Monsieur Bourne.

Hello? I can't hear anything.

His name is D'Armacourt.

His office is main floor rear,
through on the right.

This number is 46-78-2255.

Got it. Here we go.

Hello, I transferred a sizable amount
of money from Switzerland and I'd like
to check whether it's there.

That would be in our Foreign
Department, sir. I will connect you.

Pierre D'Armacourt.

Look I transferred upwards of seven
million dollars to your bank. I've trying
to check whether it's there or not.

Now, are you gonna help me or are
you gonna to transfer me to some other
department? Who am I talking to?

I can, of course, help you Monsieur.
I'm Pierre D'Armacourt, an officer of the bank.

- If you will give me your name.
- Bourne. B-O-U-R-N-E. Jason Bourne.

The money came from Gemeinschaft
bank in Zurich. Now, did you get to you?

All transactions are confidential, Monsieur Bourne.
We couldn't give you that information tell you over the phone.

Look I am in a hurry.
I'm leaving Paris and I...

- Could you come by the bank?
- Yes, I guess I'll have to.

Where's your office? I'll need to see
all the papers and the confirmation.

Of course, my office is at the rear,
first floor, on the right...

- Hello? Damn phones.
- I am here, Monsieur Bourne.

Hello? I can't hear anything.

His name is D'Armacourt.

His office is main floor rear,
through on the right.

The man who tried to kill me, he is here.

- Can he see you where you are?
- No. I don't think so.

Look, face the wall and don't move.

Now hang up the phone. I'll get rid
of him, then I'll call you right back.

- Jason, I'm terrified.
- Hang up and don't move.

- Banque Valois, bonjour.
- Pierre D'Armacourt's office, please.

- D'Armacourt, please. Jason Bourne calling.
- One moment, please.

Come on, come on.

Monsieur Bourne, I'm sorry you're
having trouble with our phone...

I'm affraid there's been a hitch in my plan.

I've got to fly to London, right away.
I'm off to the airport, right now.

Hang on to those papers for me. I'll take
care of it as soon as I get back from London.

There's a cab, gotta run. Thanks.

- Jason?
- Marie. Don't move.

If I'm right, that animal will be
passing you to run any second.

- Maybe I should try to get out now.
- No, not yet. Don't move!

- I can't stop shaking.
- They're at the airport, I promise you.

Do you suppose D'Armacourt could
have gone out the back way?

There he is.

You'll be all right.
Go back to the pension.

Mr. D'Armacourt?
I'm Jason Bourne.

Your friends must running all over
the airport by now, wondering why
you gave them bum information.

I did what I was told. I followed
the instructions on the account.

Nothing more, I swear.

It's all I wanna ask you about what
the instructions on the account, whay
they were and who they came from.

Nothing to be alarmed about.

- I could lose my position, Monsieur.
- You could lose your life.

- I'm not a man you wanna to talk to.
- Who is?

The owner of the Valois bank. He was
the one who made the arrangements
with the Gemeinschaft bank in Zurich.

The instructions came from Zurich? Yes.
From that ma in the bank? Koenig?

- Perhaps.
- What was the arrangement?

- I'm not as privileged as you think, Monsieur
- Nor as ignorant. Don't play with me, Monsieur D'Armacourt.

You don't have to threaten me,
Monsieur.

You are a very rich man.
Why not pay me?

All right. Let's see what it's worth.

- Your account has a fiche confidentielle.
- What's that?

It means there are separate sealed
instructions to be followed when
funds are deposited or withdrawn.

- And the instructions?
- A telephone number to be called.

And the number?

- I don't remember, Monsieur. I only looed at it once.
- You remember.

- A number in New York?
- No, Mademoiselle. Here in Paris.

The card was altered.

The number in New York number was deleted,
the one in Paris inserted, and initialed.

When you called the Paris number,
who did you talk to?

- With a fiche, you don't ask.
- That's true.

A woman answered. She said you
should be considered a dangerous man.

I asked if I should inform the Interpol.

I was told you were beyond the
police or Interpol.

That you should be detained in my office...

...that there would be persons within
minutes, who could identify you.

This is very valuable, Mr. Bourne.

That phone number might be.

- I want 50,000.
- That's outrageous.

So was the assassination of
Ambassador Leland.

Do you know who I am?

A dangerous man, Monsieur. Nothing more.

You know more.
Tell me or I'll kill you, right now.

Jason.

- One other thing I know, Monsieur.
- Say it.

Fifty thousand.

- I'll pay you with your life. Say it!
- Telephone number...

-...it's a dress shop in Saint Honore.
- A dress shop?

It is called Bergeron.

Jason, come on. Come on.

Call Peter. See what he's found out
while I change.

Lisa, it's Marie St. Jacques.
May I speak to Peter?

What?

What?

When?

I just talked to him earlier today.

Oh, my God.

What? What's happened?

- They killed him.
- What?

He went to the airport to meet
the man from Washington.

When he didn't come back to the office,
Lisa called the airport.

They found his body in one of the
tunnels to the parking lot.

Oh, Marie...

Treadstone. Your precious
Treadstone. They're murderers!

He asked about them
to help me, to help us...

- Stop it. Look...
- Your people, Jason. Your people are murderers!

- All of you are murderers! Let me go!
- Calm down!

- Marie...
- I can't be part of this.

Marie. Marie!

Gentlemen, the president wants to
know what's going on.

Peter White, a man at
the Canadian Treasury...

...calls the NSC asking about this
organization Treadstone and is shot.

Did you people kill him
because he blew your cover?

- Senator...
- Or was it Carlos again?

- I think it was Bourne.
- Bourne?

You're convinced, General Conklin,
that Bourne is also responsible for
the assassination of Ambassador Leland.

I am.

- Either by himself or working for Carlos.
- Poppycock!

Mr. Abbott?

Well, apparently, senator,
we don't have a consensus yet.

- You're not convinced?
- I'm not convinced, for one.

The facts are as follows: Bourne...

...was in Marseilles shortly
before the assassination.

That doesn't mean he did it.

He might have got to hear there's to be
an attempt on the ambassador's life.
He might have be trying to prevent it.

And after Marseille he vanished,
and reappeared again in Zurich...

...where he withdrew several
millions from the Treadstone account.

...murdered Chernak, who's worked for us forever,
kidnapped the Canadian woman and disappeared again.

Those are also the facts, senator.

Ambassador Leland and Chernak were both shot
in the throat. Is there any significance in that?

- It's Carlos' signature.
- Jason Bourne was trained to think, act and kill like Carlos.

He did not kill, Alex.

He's saved lives while he was
undercover.

That's true.

- Taking credit for kills, not killing.
- Or so he would have us believe.

Bourne's mission, senator,
was to get Carlos.

Interpol had tried and failed
for 20 years. Israelis tried.

Carlos controls an elaborate
network of terrorists.

...from, who knows from where.

We decided we were going
to challenge him at his own game.

To field our own assassin.

Are you serious?

The theory that our man would take credit
for kills that were in fact Carlos' kills...

...and invent others.
This would enrage Carlos.

He'd make a mistake.
He'd reveal himself.

He's a man of enormous ego.

That was the theory.

In practice, what happened, in
my opinion...

...is that Bourne turned into exactly
what we trained him to be.

A master assassin.

Is that possible,
David?

The evidence against Bourne
is circumstantial at best.

- I think he should be eliminated.
- Alex, please.

Now what we have here is you, David and Elliot,
believe in this man's innocence...

...General Conklin and Mr. Gillette believe
in his guilt. What do we resolve that?

What I suggest is that we send him
a signal to come in.

We'll plant a story about the
Canadian woman in the papers.

If he does come in,
we'll question him.

If he doesn't,
then we'll know he's turned.

Gentlemen. Meg.

Where do you go now?

The place, D'Armacourt have told us
from the bank. Bergeron's. Dress shop.

- Jason, they'll kill you if you go there...
- Marie...

You'll be late for your flight home.

I am sorry about Peter.

- Could you translate that for me, please?
- Excuse me.

- Do you want to see something?
- Yes, I am looking for some gifts for a friend.

The lounge for viewing and selecting
is one flight up.

Let me show you the way.

- If we can be of any assistance, please call, sir.
- Thank you.

I am Jacqueline Lavier,
the directress.

- If I can be of any assistance.
- Oh, thank you.

- May I hang those for you?
- Oh, sure, thanks.

- You have an eye for our better dresses.
- I have a young lady with an eye for your better dresses.

May I pick some ballgowns,
perhaps, as well?

If you've got a place where I can sit
down and have a drink, you can pick
me a whole closet, Madame Jackquie.

- The trip from the Bahamas was a killer.
- My office?

It's not the Georges V,
but the sofa is soft...

-...and there's plenty of whiskey.
- Where've you been all my life?

- Is she available for fittings?
- She's already on the Riviera...

...but a size six fits
her well enough.

"A size six fits her well enough."
For shame, Monsieur.

This is what I like about
shopping in Paris.

My pleasure, Monsieur...?

Briggs. Charlie Briggs.

And how much of your money
do you want to part with?

Not more than 10 or 12,000,
Madame Jacqui.

And make yourself at home.

Come in.

Marie! Incredible! Thank God
you got away. You all right?

Yeah. Did you hear about Peter?
What happened? Do you have any idea?

We heard this morning.
Terrible tragedy.

But you're safe, thank God for that.
We've all been so worried.

Alice?

Tell the ambassador that Marie
St. Jacques is in my office. We've got him!

- What do you mean? You've got who?
- Bourne, of course.

- You are going to cooperate, aren't you?
- Cooperate, what do you mean?

Help us find him.

Marie, the police all over Europe
have been looking for Jason Bourne
since he took you hostage in Zurich.

He's an international assassin and
one of the most dangerous men alive.

You know where he was last, where
he's planning to go.

- Mr. Mckline, the ambassador would like to see you.
- Yeah, I'll be right there.

- I'll be right back.
- Carl...

...what happens when you find him, Carl?

Marie, he's a killer.

Sooner or later, we're gonna
catch him. Or kill him. Wait here.

Marie! What are you doing?

Come back here!

Get her!

Damn!

Yes, I'm sure. I thought he was dead.

I served with the bastard in Laos,
in the Medusa operation.

He's the coldest man I ever saw,
the most...

...dangerous, the most
unpredictable.

Angelique, it is Bourne.
I guarantee it.

You don't make a mistake with
a man like that.

We were all trained to kill,
but he was the best.

He killed because
he enjoyed it.

That was a lovely meal,
Monsieur Briggs.

- Call me Charlie.
- Charlie.

Now. I understand, through my associates,
that you know the work of a man I want to employ.

Jason Bourne.

Madame Jacqui.

There is nothing to be alarmed about.
All I want is information.

I have no information. I don't
know who are you talking about.

Don't you?

Then why is your phone number on
fiche confidentielle his bank account?

That's a lie! You know nothing!

I know enough to expose
Koenig in Zurich...

...D'Armacourt at the Valois Bank,
and you, of course.

If I did expose you, did you know
how quickly you'd be eliminated?

You are insane.

You expose any of us anywhere
and you won't last the day.

Hi has men everywhere. They
will cut you down in the street.

Tell me about Bourne.

You heard that he was
the equal of Carlos, am I right?

His equal? I heard they were
the same man.

So now Bourne is claiming
even to be Carlos? Monsieur.

- So Bourne isn't Carlos?
- Bourne is a poseur.

He works alone.

Carlos' strength...

...lies in his far reaching
sources of information.

- Sounds like too many people to me.
- All blind, Monsieur.

Blind?

To put it plainly...

...I have been part of this operation
for over 15 years.

I have yet to meet a single person...

...who has even spoken to
Carlos.

Or a single person who
knows where he is.

And Bourne? What do you know
about Bourne?

An American.

When did he come to Europe,
to Carlos' attention?

Three years ago. First a lot of
activity in Asia.

An ambassador was assassinated
in Moulmein.

Two days later a Japanese
politician was killed in Tokyo.

A week after that, a newspaper editor
was blown out of his car in Hong Kong.

Behind each of these, Bourne.

But Carlos realized
what none of us understood.

That Bourne was moving to Europe.
To Paris, in fact.

That he was out to destroy Carlos.

Calcutta. Oman.
Sheik Mustafa Kalig.

A lie! A deliberate lie.

Bourne failed more than once. He accepted
too many contracts in too short a time.

Yet whenever he did...

...he would follow an aborted kill
with a spectacular, unsolicited one.

He would select a prominent
figure and pfff...

And Bourne? Why does Bourne
want to destroy Carlos?

Because he intends
to become Carlos.

Thank God you're safe.

I thought you'd be in Canada
by now. What happened?

They're after you too.

The Canadians?

Everybody.

And their instructions are if they
can't catch you, they'll kill you.

Carlos has engineered this somehow.

They're convinced you're
an assassin, Jason

They wanted to know where I saw
you last, what's your plans were...

What did you tell them?

Nothing. Nothing.
I ran away. I...

I realized that...

That I love you.

Jason, can we slow down?

- Where are we going?
- I don't know. Sure as hell, can't stay here.

Jason!

Come on. Come on!

Sir?
We're here, sir.

- I'm too old for this.
- Me too.

- Wait behind the building Kenny. I won't be long.
- I'll fill it with gas.

David Abbott, I presume?

Legend of the OSS days.

Creator of Treadstone 71.

Who's the woman?

Meg.

Yes, Meg owns the house. She and her
husband were with the OSS in Yugoslavia.

- He sails...
- Oh, the yachtsman. Of course.

So. How do we get in?

Herr Koenig, are we gonna
discuss business for a moment?

500,000 doesn't really seem
adequate. After all, Carlos can sell
those files alone for several millions...

We don't renegotiate, Mr. Gillette.
If you're gonna fit in, I wouldn't try.

Newspaper article was a clear
signal to come in, and he hasn't.

Gotta eliminate him, David,
as quickly as possible.

It's only been 24 hours.
Can't we give him another day?

Every day puts the rest of the
intelligence community in jeopardy.

We have no choice, David.
We have to get rid of him.

I have to go.
Just give me another 24 hours.

All right.

- Anybody want a ride to the airport?
- I'll see you out.

No, don't bother. I'll go out the back.
Car's waiting in the alley.

Well, I'll take that ride.

Well, let's go.

The car is out in the back.

- Where's David Abbott?
- He wasn't here?

- There's a door to the alley...
- Idiot.

Where are the files?

Where's the file on Bourne?

- Plant his fingerprints.
- I know what to do!

Let's go.

That's it. That's the whole story,
straight from Madame Jacqui.

Everything was familiar...

...names, cities, assassinations.

It all fits. There was anything she said
that I didn't know, that was somewhere
in the back of my head trying to get out.

- It was the truth.
- Was.

- We were wrong. Don't you see?
- Jason, you offered your life for mine...

...before you knew me.

That's not what an assassin would do.
If that man existed, he doesn't any longer.

Maybe that is what you're faced with.

Can you walk away from it?

Maybe.

But alone.

Not with you.

- That's your decision then?
- It has to be.

You will disappear heroically so
I can return to my life, and work
reputation intact? Is that it?

That's it.

Thank you very much, but who
the hell do you think you are?

- What?
- Who the hell do you think you are?

A man who kills people for money.

Governments from Asia to Europe want
me dead. The Canadians want me dead.

Carlos wants me shot in the throat.
Think about it for a minute.

How long do you think we can keep
running before someone in one of
those armies finds me and kills us?

- Is that the way you life to end?
- Oh no. Heavens, no.

I want to rot in a Swiss prison for 40
years for things I never did in Zurich.

There is a way to take care of Zurich.
I thought about it. I can do it.

- How?
- What does it matter?

A confession? Turning myself in.
I don't quite know yet. But, I can do it.

I can put your life
back together again. I have to.

Jason, don't you see?
You've just proved my point once again.

Even now when you are
so sure of your own guilt.

Don't you see? The lethal assassin were
telling me about, would never do what
you just offered to do. For anyone.

- Marie. I'm a hired killer.
- Maybe you were. You aren't now.

Listen to me.

You're very dear to me,
but I'm not a child.

I don't know what you were before
or what crimes you're guilty of.

But you're not
what you believe you are.

I know myself.

I can't love who you believe you are.
I love who I know you are.

You're a damn fool. I can help you. You can't
help me. Leave me something for God sake.

Wait.

What?

The illusion of an assassin.

- The man you believe you are,
the crimes you believe you committed.
- I remember them!

No, no, wait a minute, Jason.
Wait a minute.

What if they were planted in your
mind as expertly as the evidence
against me was planted in the paper?

You don't know what happened
before you lost your memory.

What would explain the
violent images in my head?
Memories of violence.

Maybe you remember what you were told,
over and over and over. Recordings, photographs.

No.

- I'm too good at killing.
- Damn you!

I'm fighting for my life!
For both of our lives!

You can think and feel.
Think now! Feel now!

Look at me Jason, and...
Look at me and tell me,
you've looked inside yourself...

...inside your thoughts and feelings
and you know without a doubt
that you're an assassin.

But if you can't, stay with me
and let me help you.

And love me.

For God's sakes, love me, Jason.

I called a Bureau print team that
we used before and can trust.
I didn't tell them what we're looking for...

...just to sweep Treadstone and
give me whatever they've got.

I gave the names of 37 men
whose prints are on file with the FBI.

The place was wiped clean, apart from a
broken glass on which we found prints.

Don't play with me, Mr. Gillette.
Whose prints were they?

- They were Bourne's.
- We can't be certain...

We gave him the signal to come in, David.

His response was to
wipe out Treadstone.

Now, what more do you want?

So...

...do we eliminate him?

Marie, this doesn't make sense at all. I called
the number I found at Bergeron's.

- It's the home of one of the most
powerful respected man in France.
- Who?

- General Francois Villiers.
- My God, it can't be.

That picture in the Sorbonne.
You were at his son's funeral.

- Jason, he was a hero in WWII. A legend in resistance.
- Now he's a ranking member of the government.

- How can you connect such a man with Carlos?
- He broke with de Gaulle, didn't he? Why?

- Over military cutbacks. He's an entrenched militarist.
- That's it. There's the connection.

Carlos eliminated Leland, because
Leland was working for a nuclear-free
Mediterranean. That's all we need.

- It seems incredible. A man like that...
- I've got the address. Let's go.

He was a customer, Angelique,
nothing but a customer. I'm sure of it.

Clothes for his girlfriend on a riviera.
Information on Bourne, who he was told...

-...could get rid of a competitor. Nothing else.
- It was Bourne, himself.

Bourne asking about his own kills,
his own reputation about his relationship
with Carlos? That makes no sense.

- What did you tell him?
- Nothing.

- How long was he alone in your office?
- He wasn't.

- D'Anjou says...
- He's lying.

- Is my phone number in your office?
- No, no. My God, am I stupid?

- We are late. We have an appointment.
- Where are we going?

It's time you met Carlos.

- That's Madame Jacqui. The woman from Bergeron's.
- The one in red...

...was at general Villiers son's funeral
in the photo in the Sorbonne.

That proves Villiers is involved.

- Are you all right?
- Yeah.

Now, do exactly as I tell you. Slide over
in the driver's seat and start the car.

Now, drive ahead.

Once I'm inside, drive off.

Carlos!

Father...

-...do you speak English?
- A little.

A few moments ago, two women came in.
The young one in red dress...

...the older with the very short dark hair.
Did you see them?

Oh yes. The younger woman
brought the other to confession.

- Did you hear the confession?
- No, no. One of the visiting Fathers from Spain

- I must find her. There's been an emergency.
- She was in the second confessional.

I don't know if she's there.
I think I saw Father Manuel leave.

We have to talk, general.
Get in the car.

- What is this?
- We have to talk.

- I'm prepared to shoot.
- Go on then, shoot!

I have no problem killing you, general,
since you've become messenger for Carlos.

- I'll kill you.
- Kill me.

- You deny being Carlos' man?
- I spit on him. He killed my son...

...my only son.
Five sticks of dynamite.

Your phone number is at Bergeron's,
Carlos' Paris headquarters.

Never. Impossible.
You don't know what you are saying.

I know exactly what I'm saying
'coz I found it there myself.
And it is your number.

Who are you?

- Names are unimportant.
- Unimportant?

A man without a name traps me at night,
holds me under a gun...

...and expects me to take him at his word?
Why the hell should I?

Because I'm telling you the truth.

If you hate Carlos as much as you
say you do, then help me stop him!

General.

General, wait.

We followed Carlos from Zurich.
From a bank in Zurich to a bank in Paris...

...which had on an secret account
Bergeron's number.

At Bergeron's I found your number
carefully hidden, but available.

- There must be some explanation.
- There is no other explanation.

At your home who normally
answers the phone? You?

Yes. Or the housekeeper.
She's been with me since the war.

Or my wife or my aide.

- How long's your aide been with you?
- Since before you were born.

- He's completely loyal.
- Caesar said that of Brutus.

There's no one in my immediate
household. No one. Believe me.

- I'm afraid you're wrong.
- Why should I believe you?

General.

I'll prove everything I've said.

But I need access to your home.
I need to talk to your staff.

General, please.

All right then, come to my home.
Talk to my wife. She will arrange it.

You'll find you're wrong.

Park the car. We'll go with him.

Don't pull in.

Stop here.

The man coming out of your house,
do you know who he is?

Yes. I met him with my wife.
His name is D'Anjou.

- He's connected to Carlos.
- Why do you say that?

Because I saw him in a dress shop
Carlos uses as a front here in Paris.

That woman he's talking to
is one of Carlos' people.

Is she part of your household,
general?

She's my wife.

When an old man finds a stunning young woman
who is anxious to share his life with him...

...there are some things
which are understood.

She gets money, security,
a position in society.

He gets her youth, her beauty and
I suppose a chance to display his virility.

- General, don't do this to yourself.
- But, all the time I have questions:

Does she long for a younger man?

And if she takes a lover.
Damn it. When she takes a lover...

...will she be discreet?

One question never occurred
to me until now.

Has she from the very beginning, from
the start, has she been part of the design?
Has she benn part of my son's death?

Do you think she has?

I have access to certain
classified material.

You understand?

Military, nuclear, the security of France.

Only five other men are on the list.
Five, no more.

But all the time there is a leak.
I don't know, somewhere, somehow.

Moscow learns one thing, Washington
another, Damascus something else.

- You discuss these with your wife?
- No, of course I do not.

But, I bring the papers home with me,
and I put them in a safe in my office.

And only one other person
has the key of the safe.

For her jewels.

She went to the mourning for my
son's death. Black, very smart, very chic.

But, if what you say is right, then
she was part of my son's murder.

And she is a traitor to France.
I know what I must do.

No, general, no, listen to me.

Think of your son, not your pride. Go
after the real killer, not the accomplice.

In the end you'll get both of them, but don't
confront her now. Use her to get Carlos.

Use her to draw him out, we need a way to make him
show himself. Nobody's ever been this close before.

Who are you?

Have you heard of a group in the
CIA called Treadstone?

I can tell you nothing about
Treadstone. Nothing whatever.

All we are looking for is someone in Treadstone
we can trust. Someone beyond suspicion.

Just a name, general. One name.

Abbott.

David Abbott.

He is a man you can trust.

D'Anjou.

This is Jason Bourne.
Jacqui is dead. You're next.

Do me no favors, Bourne.

Call the church of the Blessing Sacrament
for verification. Then meet me at...

- And get a wire around my neck?
- All I want is information.

I'll pay you and you can leave
the country and live a long, safe life.

The Trocadero, at noon, at the taxi
stand. If you want to live, be there.

Drive.

D'Anjou!

D'Anjou!

That last one was a Carlos man,
Jean Pierre. I've used him myself.

Come on.

You saved my life. Why?

Because I might kill you myself.

What do you want?

How does Villiers' wife fit
into the organization?

- D'Anjou!
- She's Carlos' lover since she was 13.

Villiers' wife?

It gives Carlos access not only to
virtually all government secrets...

...but also to all the files on himself.

Is Villiers involved?

- What does Carlos know about me?
- I'm not in the first circle.

- What have you heard?
- Only what everyone else has heard.

Rumors out of Saigon were that
a man known as Jason Bourne...

...the most lethal man
in Southeast Asia...

...had signed on with the CIA for
the highest price ever paid an operative.

For what purpose?

- What does Carlos think I'm doing?
- Driving him mad. Claiming his kills for yours.

- Challenging him at every turn.
- And you?

What do you think?

- What does it matter?
- You recognize me. You know me.

You are not the Jason Bourne I knew.

- Then who am I?
- I have no idea.

Your face has been altered to look
like Bourne, but you are not him...

...you are not a cold-blooded
killer. Beyond that, I have no idea.

If I run, will you shoot me?

No.

No, I won't.

What? What did D'Anjou say?
Was I right?

You were right.

There's still a lot I don't know.
Things I may never know.

But I'm not Bourne.
I'm not an assassin.

Jason, now we can contact the embassy.
They'll help us.

Yeah, but what do I say?
"Hi there, I'm Jason Bourne.

I know that's not my real name, but I
don't have a recall what my real name is...

...you see I lost my memory somewhere
outside of Marseilles." What do I tell them?

- Tell them the truth.
- What truth?

- Tell them to contact the doctor who
fished you out of the see.

- Washburn?
- He must have records.

He doesn't keep the records.
He's an alcoholic. Nobody will believe him.

Jason, why are you fighting this?
It's what you've been looking for,
since you woke up that morning on the beach.

Marie, how do I know the Americans
aren't trying to kill me too?

I have to be careful, that's all.

Villiers said you can trust Abbott.
David Abbott in Treadstone.

It's Bourne. He just phoned the
Paris ambassy. He wants to come in.

- Thank God. Are we sure it's him?
- Well, he's not using the right words,
but the agency still thinks it's for real.

- Can we make the Concorde?
- Carl is donwstairs.

We stall him. All right. Tell him not to come
in until we get there. He's goona phone
on the hour, different locations.

- Are they logged?
- No, no, but there are half a dozen double
agents in Paris with tripped telephones.

If he's gone over to the other side,
the chances are he'll use one of
those phones before we get there.

Now let's get one thing clear. I want
his story before we do anything.

- He just destroyed Treadstone, David
- I want this completely private.
I want no possibility of ambush

Look the man is dangerous,
and I'm obligated to protect you.

I know this man, Alex. There's no
threat, not to me. I guarantee it.

- Well, I am not convinced.
- Now we are going to do this my way.

- Here we go.
- Abbott's arrived?

- I'm meeting him at a cemetery, outside of Paris
- Oh, no.

It's supposed to reassure me, I think.
I've been there before. General
Villiers' son's funeral was there.

- The one in the newspaper?
- Yes. By naming it the rendez-vous,
Abbott's telling me he's genuine.

I'm staying with you. I won't have
it any other way, Jason. I'm serious.

You can't. If anything happens
to me, I want you to go to Villiers.
He can raise a hell of a sting.

If I'm not back by daybreak...
Oh, come on, stop, stop, stop.

- Who are you?
- What do you mean who am I? You know who I am.

- Damn it! I said, who are you?
- Brigadier general Alex Conklin.

I said I'd see Abbott, nobody but Abbott.
Where is David Abbott?

What do you want, to kill him? The way
you killed everybody else at Treadstone?

- What are you talking about?
- Your fingerprints were found. You killed all of them!

Meg. The Yachtsman. Elliot Stevens.

They were good people. People who'd
die rather than turn and rather than
sell out the way you did to Carlos.

Damn it. I haven't turned.
Carlos is trying to kill me.

You bastard.
Gillette, kill him!

David.

David. David.

David. No.

Are you Abbott?

- You don't know me?
- No. I don't know you.

Carlos tried to had me killed in Marseilles
The bullet blew out my memory.

Oh, my God. You remember nothing?

- Almost nothing. Bits and pieces.
- That explains everything.

- You believe me.
- Yes. Yes.

- I killed the man who shot you.
- That was Gillette. He was the traitor.

The same man tried to shoot me
at the Trocadero.

He convinced Gen. Conklin that
you turned. And he almost convinced me.

- Can you tell me who I am?
- You're David Webb.

You're named for me. I'm David Abbott.

Your father and I, we grew up together.

We went to Yale and the OSS, the Foreign Service.
He died when you were seven.

I had no children.

And so we did everything together
when you were growing up.

I took you skiing,
and we played tennis.

We talked history.

- We fished. Above all, we fished.
- What about the CIA? Treadstone?

Oh, Davey, you followed me
into this lousy business.

When no one could touch Carlos...

...when his people had killed
half a dozen of the most
prominent Western leaders...

...and he'd apparently disappeared
of the face of the Earth...

...then you and I, we devised
a deep-cover trap for him...

...designed to flush him out:
The Bourne Identity.

See if you can walk a little farther.

- The real Jason Bourne, who was he?
- Oh, a terrible man.

He killed for the sport of it. Didn't
matter if it was a rat or a man.
He just loved to watch things die.

- What happened to him?
- We couldn't control him.

So once your plastic surgery on
you was complete and you'd been
trained, we eliminated him.

- You killed your own man?
- To get Carlos, we needed someone...

...with Bourne's reputation, but
someone we could trust, someone decent.

Decent?

The object was to kill Carlos, David,
not to win a ticket to heaven.

- Set me down please, Davey.
- I'm not gonna let you die.

- No, it's too late.
- It's not too late. You're gonna be all right.

No, please.
Just here, against the tree.

You could cast a line...

...into a pool of water
under the trees, sidearm.

Maybe just a foot of clearance
between the branches and the water.

Eleven years old.

The newspaper people came out
to take your picture.

They couldn't believe it either.

You had a dog.

A black lab named Elvis.

That's true. I had forgotten that.

Everything, your childhood,
is in a house on 71st Street.

Treadstone, third floor, your room...

All the answers are there. Everything.

- The hospital, you've gotta make it.
- No, no. Please.

I want to die holding onto the grass.

- Get Carlos, Davey.
- I will. I will.

Forgive me.

My name is David Webb.

David.

It was a trap. They were
convinced I'd sold out to Carlos.

- Why would Treadstone try to kill you?
- They think I flew in New York last week,
last Friday and killed everybody...

-...at their headquarters.
- But you can prove you were here.

- They won't listen.
- Even David Abbott? Wasn't he there?

- They killed him.
- Oh, God.

Only Carlos could've engineered this.
He's got us completely isolated.
Nobody will believe us. Nobody.

Our only chance is to get
Carlos and bring him in.

- How?
- I've gotta get to General Villiers.

His wife is our last chance,
our last connection to Carlos.

Oh, my God.

What have you done?

She admitted it, my wife.

What you suggested. She was his whore.

I had no choice.

She's destroyed my son,
my name, my honor.

My life has been service to France.

- She made of it a mockery.
- Now you're going to kill yourself?

When I am dead there will be no one
to question, no proof.

Only the whisper
of killers and thieves.

So in the end Carlos kills you too,
without so much as wasting
a round of ammunition. Beautiful!

Whatever ot os you want
me to do, the answer is no.

So Carlos wins. Angelique wins.
You lose.

Your name. Your reputation.
Your life. Your son. Everything!

It's easier to put a damn gun in your
mouth and blow the top of your head off.

- Yes. Yes, it is.
- Oh, I won't ask you to fight. Not fight.

The odds being what they are,
just the two of us against everybody!

- No, I can't!
- I know. I know.

So lie down on the bed next
to your whore, general, and die.

You're no match for Carlos.

You self-pitying old man.

I've killed many men in my life.
Many men.

Good idea. Kill me too.
Then Carlos sweeps the board.

Go on, fire. Kill me.
Take your orders from Carlos, soldier.

Kill me, soldier!

What do you want me to do?

Get diplomatic clearance for Marie
and me, this morning to New York.

We'll force Carlos to come after me.

It's the only way any of us
are gonna survive.

Carlos himself? How?

Put her in a car and wait.

They'll find her, and when they do,
they'll take her to Carlos.

And Carlos will come to Treadstone
to kill you.

Your attention, please. Flight 434
from Paris now arriving at Gate 14.

- What is the meaning of this? I am a Canadian citizen.
- All right. I'm Senator Crawford. Handcuffs aren't necessary.

We've learned that Bourne arrived
in New York a few hours ago.

Obviously, you know he's involved
in several murders. Now where is he?

He's trying to bring in your precious Carlos,
for you, if you people don't kill him first.

- Now for God's sakes, do something right and help him.
- Help him?

Will you listen to me?!
He's not an assassin.

- He's not.
- All right. Let's find someplace to talk.

- Mister, what number?
- Keep going to the corner.

Muller's Moving and Storage, Schumach speaking.

Mr. Schumach, my name's Johnson.
I have a little problem. Perhaps
you can help me solve it.

- I'll try. What is it?
- I was on my way to a friend's
house on the 71st Street...

...a friend who passed away,
recently, I am sorry to say,
to pick up something I'd lent him.

When I got there one of your vans was
parked in front of the house. Now I could
easily get a letter from my attorney, but...

- It was an item of little of no value.
- What is it?

A fishing rod. Not an expensive one...

...but with an old casting reel
that doesn't get tangled up, every
5 minutes, you know what I mean...

Yeah, they don't make reels
like they used to.

- I know exactly in which closet he kept it.
- Yeah, what the hell. A fishing rod.

See a guy named Dugan.
Tell him I said you could have it.
But you have to sign for it.

- Mr. Dugan. Thank you, Mr. Schumach.
- If he gives you any static, tell
him to call me. Good fighing.

Yes, indeed.

Why not let Bourne come to me?
Why not let me stand on the corner,
reading a Wallstreet Journal or sth.

Oh, no. If you are outside, and
Bourne it outside, it gives Carlos
two targets. I can't permit it.

- Hey, where's Dugan at?
- What do you think? Upstairs sitting in his chair.

He don't lift nothing heavier
than his clipboard, man.
He is an executive.

- Schumach sent me, said you needed another man.
- Second floor. You from Shape-Up?

Yeah.

This isn't gonna work.
I see parts of him in everybody.

- What do you see?
- I don't know. I can't be sure.

- Let me out of this car.
- I can't.

Let me go.

You could cast a line...

...into a pool of water
under the trees, sidearm.

Read, Davey, read. Everything you can
get your hands on, but especially history.

Oh, Davey, what a lovely present.

Let's put it on the mantel
where we'll always see it.

- Hey, stupid, what are you doing here?
- You Dugan?

- Who are you?
- I'm from Shape-Up.

- Said you could use another man. You want me to start in here?
- Well, I can't. The stairs are too narrow already.

The men I got are crawling over each
other's butts. Go on back, get out of here.

Hey, Schumach sent me over here.

Schumach. All right, start at the top.

Start with the single wood units,
as heavy as you can carry, and
don't give me no coffee break garbage.

- Yeah. Yeah.
- Third floor.

Die!

Die!

Hold it. Slow down.

I'll kill you!

You're all right. It's over.
We're not the enemy.

You are the enemy. I'll take you all,
it doesn't matter. I don't care anymore!

They're dead.

- They're all dead.
- Jason!

Get away!

They're dead.

They're dead.

Oh, David.

It's over.

They're dead.

Just hold on.

I love you. I love you.

Call an ambulance.

David Abbott gave his life
for his country.

For freedom. For democracy.

A sacrifice...

...unfashionable with
this generation...

...that believes only in profit.

But fitting, I think...

...with David Abbott.

Who believed in courage
and freedom of ideas.

In human dignity.

In fighting for what is true and good.

And right. And just.

It is not fitting.
We killed too many people, David.

You taught me to be a monster
to catch a monster.

Along the way,
part of me became the monster.

You taught me to kill
like you taught me to play tennis...

...with skill and detachment.
Without mercy.

Without thought.

Tonight we fly back to Vermont.

They say I was a teacher.
Maybe I'll teach again, and fish.

Maybe I can put the pieces
back together.

Some of them at least.

I can think about how I became
what I became and how to forgive you.

And how to forgive myself.

And how, maybe, to love again.