The Bourne Supremacy

ABBOTT: He left yesterday on the night train. He's probably just getting in now. You'll have to hurry.

GRETKOV: Bourne comes here? Why?

GRETKOV: Leaving was a business decision. We're both rich, come enjoy it.

ABBOTT: What do you mean?

GRETKOV: Go to the airport. Get a plane. I'll have a brass band waiting for you.

ABBOTT: Save it for Bourne.

GRETKOV: What?

ABBOTT: Neski was a roadblock. Without me, there's no company, no fortune. You owe me, Uri. One last push.

GRETKOV: One last push. One.

ABBOTT: You told me Bourne was dead.

GRETKOV: There was a mistake.

ABBOTT: I'll say. You killed his goddam girlfriend instead. Now they're onto Neski. They're at the Brecker Hotel even as we speak.

GRETKOV: Will it track back to us?

ABBOTT: No. The files are spotless. Whatever they find, it's just going to make Conklin look worse.

GRETKOV: And the Landy woman?

ABBOTT: She's done everything I wanted. She bit on Conklin so fast it was laughable. She even found his bogus Swiss account...

GRETKOV: Anything else?

ABBOTT: Sit down.

PAMELA: I'd rather stand if it's all the same to you.

ABBOTT: I don't exactly know what to say -- I'm sorry.

PAMELA: 'Why' would be enough for me.

ABBOTT: I'm not a traitor. I've served my ountry.

PAMELA: And pocketed a fair amount of change while doing it.

ABBOTT: Why not? It was just money.

PAMELA: And Danny Zorn, what was that?

ABBOTT: Had to be done.

PAMELA: No good options left?

ABBOTT: In the end, honestly, it's hubris. Simple hubris. You reach a point in this game when the only satisfaction left is to see how clever you are.

PAMELA: No. You lost your way.

ABBOTT: Well, you're probably right. I guess that's all that hubris is.

ABBOTT: Moscow? What the Hell's he going to Moscow for?

PAMELA: Don't know.

ABBOTT: Jesus... I, Zorn... I have to call his family. Tell them...

PAMELA: I'm sorry, Ward.

ABBOTT: What?

PAMELA: They found Danny Zorn's body. Dead in the basement at the building where my people got hit the first time.

ABBOTT: Oh, God... It must have been Bourne.

PAMELA: Did he say anything to you?

ABBOTT: No... It must have been Bourne.

PAMELA: Sorry to wake you.

ABBOTT: I wasn't sleeping. You OK?

PAMELA: So what's he doing? You believe him?

ABBOTT: It's hard to swallow. The confusion -- the amnesia -- but he keeps on killing? It's more calculated than sick. What about Nicky? She's the last one to see Bourne in Paris. She's the one he asks for. They disappear...

PAMELA: Well, whatever he's doing, I've had enough -- this is now a search and destroy mission. I want the Berlin police fully briefed and -- -- get this out to all the agencies.

ABBOTT: Call a Mayday into Berlin station. We need snipers, DOD, whatever they got. Snipers?

PAMELA: Hold on -- he said he wants to come in.

ABBOTT: My ass he does. You're playing with fire, Pamela. Marshall said nail him to the wall. I don't know how you interpreted that, but I don't think he meant repatriate him.

PAMELA: Don't you want answers?

ABBOTT: There are no answers. There's either Jason Bourne alive or Jason Bourne dead. And I for one would prefer the latter. And what about her? You just send her out to this lunatic with no protection?

ABBOTT: Berlin!

PAMELA: I've already got a team there. I doubt Bourne's in Naples to settle down and raise a family.

ABBOTT: You don't know what you're getting into here.

PAMELA: And you do? From the moment he left Treadstone, he has killed and eluded every person that you sent to find him...

PAMELA: ...Ivan Mevedev -- senior financial manager -- worked for one of the new Russian petroleum companies, Pecos Oil. He claimed to know where the money landed. We believe this could have only happened with help from someone inside the Agency... This...

PAMELA: ...this is Conklin's computer.

PAMELA: ...At the time of his death, Conklin was sitting on a personal account in the amount of seven-hundred and sixty thousand dollars.

ABBOTT: Do you know what his budget was?

PAMELA: Excuse me.

ABBOTT: We were throwing money at him. Throwing it at him and asking him to keep it dark.

PAMELA: May I finish?

ABBOTT: Conklin might've been a nut, but he wasn't a mole. You have me his calendar for a couple of days, I'll prove he killed Lincoln. This is supposed to be definitive?

PAMELA: What's definitive, is that I just lost two people in Berlin!

ABBOTT: So what's your theory? Conklin's reaching out from the grave to protect his good name? The man is dead.

PAMELA: Let's talk about Conklin.

ABBOTT: What are you after, Pam? You want to fry me? You want my desk? Is that it?

PAMELA: I want to know what happened.

ABBOTT: What happened? Jason Bourne happened. You've got the files? Then let's cut the crap. It went wrong. Conklin had these guys wound so tight they were bound to snap. Bourne was his number one -- guy went out to work, screwed the op and never came back. Conklin couldn't fix it, couldn't find Bourne, couldn't adjust. It all went sideways. Finally there were no options left.

PAMELA: So you had Conklin killed. I mean, if we're cutting the crap...

ABBOTT: I've given thirty years and two marriages to this agency. I've shoveled shit on four continents. I'm due to retire next year and believe me, I need my pension, but if you think I'm gonna sit here and let you dangle me with this, you can go to hell. Marshall too. It had to be done.

PAMELA: And Bourne? Where's he now?

ABBOTT: Dead in a ditch? Drunk in a bar in Mogadishu? Who knows?

PAMELA: I think I do. We had a deal going down in Berlin last week. During the buy, both our Field Agent and the seller were killed. We pulled a fingerprint from a timing charge that didn't go off. They were killed by Jason Bourne.

ABBOTT: And what are we looking for?

PAMELA: I want to know about Treadstone.

ABBOTT: To know about it? It was a kill squad. Black on black. Closed down two years ago. Nobody wants to know about Treadstone. Not around here. You better take this back to Marty and make sure he knows what you're doing.

PAMELA: He does. I've been down to the archives. I have the files, Ward.

PAMELA: Treadstone.

ABBOTT: Never heard of it.

PAMELA: That's not gonna fly.

ABBOTT: With all due respect, Pam, I think you might've wandered a little past your pay-grade.

ABBOTT: Who else knows about this?

ZORN: Nobody. You. I had to tell you, right?

ABBOTT: Show me again...

ZORN: Okay...

ZORN: I did my box work, but I wanted to show you before I showed Landy. I came out here last night because none of this was making any sense. I mean, I'm with you on this, Conklin was a nut, but a traitor? I just can't get there.

ABBOTT: What do you have, Danny?

ZORN: You put a four-gam Kel on here and it's gonna take out power to the building. You know that. What you can't know, is if it's gonna blow the room with it.

ABBOTT: And?

ZORN: There were two charges, they were supposed to go off simultaneously. The second one, the one that didn't go off, was down here... First of all, this is nothing, it's a sub-line for the breaker above. Second, why put the charge all the way down here? If you're good enough to get in here and handle the gear, you're good enough to know you don't need this. Bourne would know.

ABBOTT: It was staged?

ZORN: Is it a slam dunk? No, but...

ABBOTT: Jesus...

ZORN: Okay. What if someone decided to cover their tracks by blaming Conklin and Bourne. What if Bourne didn't have anything to do with this?

ABBOTT: Keep going...

ZORN: Something's been going on here in Europe. And it's still going on. Post Conklin. Who's been in Berlin?

ABBOTT: Lots of people...

ZORN: Including Landy... She had access to the archives.

ABBOTT: She say what time I should call?

ZORN: The sooner the better.

ZORN: Sir...

ABBOTT: Thanks.

BOURNE: I have to go now.

IRENA: Is this really happening?

BOURNE: I'm sorry.

IRENA: I should kill you... if it's true you should die... I should kill you now!

BOURNE: I can't let you do that either.

IRENA: Because you're afraid!

BOURNE: No. Because you don't want to know how it feels.

BOURNE: It doesn't matter. Your life is hard enough.

IRENA: You're a liar.

BOURNE: You know I'm not.

IRENA: YOU'RE A LIAR!

BOURNE: Look at me.

BOURNE: They loved you. And I killed them.

IRENA: How... how can... how can you be here and say this?

BOURNE: I don't want you to forgive me.

BOURNE: It was my job. My first time. Your father was supposed to be alone. But then your mother, she came out of nowhere... I had to change my plan. You understand me? You don't have to live like that anymore. Thinking that.

IRENA: You killed them.

BOURNE: It changes things. That knowledge. Doesn't it?

IRENA: Yes...

BOURNE: That's not what happened to your parents.

IRENA: Then what?

BOURNE: I killed them.

BOURNE: I would want to know. I would want to know that my mother didn't kill my father. I would want to know that she didn't kill herself.

IRENA: What?

BOURNE: It's nice. Does this picture mean anything to you? Hmm?

IRENA: It's nothing. It's just a picture.

BOURNE: No. It's because you don't know how they died.

IRENA: No, I do.

BOURNE: Of all the people in the world, you're the only one I have anything to offer. That's why I came here.

IRENA: Okay.

BOURNE: Sit. Can you... [The chair. Have the chair.]

IRENA: I speak English.

BOURNE: -- car keys?

JARDA: -- my coat -- but we should --

BOURNE: -- what? --

JARDA: -- take the back -- get another car --

BOURNE: You called it in?

JARDA: I'm sorry.

BOURNE: How long? How long do I have --

JARDA: She really did that? Told you not to kill me? I had a woman once. But after a while, what do you talk about? I mean, for us. The work. You can't tell them who you are...

BOURNE: I did.

BOURNE: You're lying. If it's over, why are they after me?

JARDA: I don't know.

BOURNE: Who sent you to Greece?

JARDA: A voice. A voice from the States. Someone new.

BOURNE: Pamela Landy?

JARDA: I don't know who that is.

BOURNE: What's going on in Berlin?

JARDA: I don't know! Why would I lie?

BOURNE: Try again.

JARDA: Shot dead in Paris. Dead the night you walked out.

JARDA: What do you want?

BOURNE: Conklin.

JARDA: He's dead.

JARDA: So why didn't you kill me then?

BOURNE: She wouldn't let me. She's the only reason you're alive.

BOURNE: You still should've moved.

JARDA: I like it here. Last time I saw you was Greece. You had a good spot.

BOURNE: Front. Use your teeth.

JARDA: Sorry. Old habits.

BOURNE: I emptied it.

JARDA: Felt a little light.

BOURNE: Drop it.

BOURNE: God, I miss you. I don't know what to do without you.

MARIE: Jason. You know exactly what to do. That is your mission now.

BOURNE: I know it's a dream.

MARIE: You do?

BOURNE: I only dream about people who are dead.

BOURNE: I wanted to kill him.

MARIE: But you found another choice.

BOURNE: I did.

MARIE: It wouldn't have changed the way you feel.

BOURNE: It might have.

MARIE: I love you, too.

BOURNE: Tell me later.

BOURNE: You keep going to the shack. I'll meet you there in an hour.

MARIE: Where are you going?

BOURNE: I'm going to bail on the other side and wait. This bridge is the only way he can follow.

MARIE: What if it's not who you think it is?

BOURNE: If he crosses the bridge, it is.

MARIE: There must be another way!

BOURNE: I warned them, Marie. I told them to leave us alone.

MARIE: Jason, please don't do this...it won't ever be over like this.

BOURNE: There's no choice.

MARIE: Jesus! -- -- is he back there? --

BOURNE: -- not yet --

MARIE: -- it's just him? --

BOURNE: -- yeah -- one guy -- I don't think he was ready --

MARIE: -- hang on --

BOURNE: You drive.

MARIE: What?

BOURNE: Switch! You drive!

MARIE: -- where? -

BOURNE: -- make the left -- toward the bridge --

MARIE: ...but you're not -- you're not sure...

BOURNE: We can't wait to be sure.

MARIE: I don't want to move again... I like it here.

BOURNE: Look, we clear out, we get to the shack, we get safe. We hang there awhile. I'll come back. I'll check it out. But right now we can't --

MARIE: -- where's left to go? --

BOURNE: -- there's places -- we can't afford to be wrong!

MARIE: That's crazy.

BOURNE: No. Not this. This is real. And he's right there...

MARIE: Where --

BOURNE: Back there -- at the corner -- Hyundai -- silver --

MARIE: But you're sure?

BOURNE: He was at the campground yesterday.

MARIE: So...

BOURNE: It's wrong. Guy with a rental car and hundred dollar sneakers sleeps in a tent?

MARIE: No... How?

BOURNE: The Telegraph office.

MARIE: But we were so careful.

BOURNE: We pushed it. We got lazy.

MARIE: Sleep. Sleep now.

BOURNE: I should be better by now.

MARIE: You are better. And I think it's not memories at all. It's just a dream you keep having over and over.

BOURNE: But it ends up the same.

MARIE: One day it will be different. It just takes time. We'll make new memories. You and me.

BOURNE: I'm trying, Marie, Okay?

MARIE: I worry when you get like this.

BOURNE: It's just a nightmare.

MARIE: I don't mean that. I worry when you try to ignore it.

MARIE: We write them down because sooner or later you're going to remember something good.

BOURNE: I do remember something good. All the time. I remember you.

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? 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! You ever think that maybe it's just making it worse? You don't wonder that?

NICKY: No... Jason... please...

BOURNE: I was here!

NICKY: ...it's not in the file... I swear... I know your file... your first job was Geneva!... I swear to God you never worked here!...

BOURNE: Why are you here, then?

NICKY: Please -- I'm only here because of Paris -- because they can't figure out what you're doing -- I'm here because of Abbott --

BOURNE: Abbott?

NICKY: He closed down Treadstone -- he took care of me after Paris...

BOURNE: So when was I here?

NICKY: What do you mean?

BOURNE: For Treadstone. In Berlin. You know my file. I did a job here. When?

NICKY: No. You never worked Berlin.

BOURNE: My first job.

NICKY: Your first assignment was Geneva.

BOURNE: That's a lie!

NICKY: You never worked Berlin...

BOURNE: What was Landy buying? What kind of files? WHAT WAS SHE BUYING?

NICKY: Conklin! Stuff on Conklin!

NICKY: And you got to him before we could.

BOURNE: I killed him???

NICKY: You left a print! There was Kel that didn't go off! There was a partial print, they tracked it back to Treadstone! They know it's you!

BOURNE: I left a fingerprint! You fucking people.

BOURNE: Say it.

NICKY: Last week an Agency field officer went to make a buy from a Russian national.

BOURNE: A Russian?

NICKY: It was Pamela Landy's op. The guy was going to sell-out a mole or something. I haven't been debriefed on exactly what it was.

BOURNE: Last week? When?

BOURNE: How do they know that? How can they know any of that?

NICKY: What is this, a game?

BOURNE: I want to hear it from you.

BOURNE: Why is she trying to kill me?

NICKY: They know! They know you were here. They know you killed these two guys. They know you and Conklin had something on the side. They don't know what it is, but they know!

NICKY: I did... Jason, I swear, I did... I told them... I told them I believed you...

BOURNE: Who is Pamela Landy?

NICKY: You hear me? I believed you.

BOURNE: IS SHE RUNNING TREADSTONE?

BOURNE: See that tram coming around the corner?

NICKY: Yes.

BOURNE: Get on it.

BOURNE: Don't need it. I remember everything.

PAMELA: Sounds like a threat.

BOURNE: You didn't answer my question.

PAMELA: Why you're alive? You're alive because you're special. Because she kept you alive. Because we want you back on our side.

PAMELA: Thank you for your gift. I'm sorry about Marie.

BOURNE: What's that?

PAMELA: Do you think you can read? Are you well enough?

BOURNE: Why am I alive?

PAMELA: Are you disappointed?

BOURNE: Oh, shit...

PAMELA: Careful...

BOURNE: Where am I?

PAMELA: Ramstein Air Base, Germany. Before the wall fell you would have woken up in a Russian prison hospital.

PAMELA: Okay, Jason, your move.

BOURNE: Alexanderplatz. 30 minutes. Under the World Clock. Alone. Give her your phone.

PAMELA: Okay, how do you want to do it?

BOURNE: I want someone I know to take me in.

PAMELA: Who?

BOURNE: There was a girl in Paris. Part of the program. She used to handle the medication.

PAMELA: What do you want?

BOURNE: I want to come in.

BOURNE: It's me.

PAMELA: Bourne?

CRONIN: You're sure?

PAMELA: What? The tapes?

CRONIN: Hold on... Yep. And Abbott just direct dialed Moscow from his room...

PAMELA: We'll know for sure when we get the security tapes.

CRONIN: But we can relax. We tracked him. He's on a train to Moscow.

PAMELA: Alright... take it down.

CRONIN: What?

PAMELA: This stays between you and I. We finally have an edge. I don't want to lose it.

CRONIN: Maybe he just needed a place to spend the night?

PAMELA: I want to look at the room. Check it out.

CRONIN: -- go -- take the van! --

PAMELA: -- the hotel -- how far? --

CRONIN: -- Kurt's reopening all the wyfi and sat links --

PAMELA: -- uplink all relevant files to Kim -- -- and I want them to contact anyone who had anything to do with Treadstone --

CRONIN: Looks like he's been detained.

PAMELA: Who's going? Us?

CRONIN: There's only a Consulate, they sent a field officer out half an hour ago --

PAMELA: Then get a number, they need to know who they're dealing with.

CRONIN: -- so there were two of these explosive charges placed on the power lines. One of them failed. The fingerprint... That's from the one that didn't go off.

PAMELA: And the Germans can't match it?

PAMELA: We need to get in there.

CRONIN: I'm working on it.

VIC: -- who? -- who else is here? --

IVAN: -- no! -- not me! -- no other people! --

VIC: -- shut up! -- just shut the --

VIC: This is everything? Is there.

IVAN: Is there. Is all there.

IVAN: Show me.

VIC: Here?

IVAN: Now. Show now.

MARSHALL: Okay, cut to the chase, Pam. What are you selling?

PAMELA: I think that Bourne and Conklin were in business. That Bourne is still involved. And that whatever information I was going to buy in Berlin, it was big enough to make Bourne come out from wherever he's been hiding to kill again. How's that scan?

MARSHALL: I'm here. So is Donnie and Jack Weller. We understand you're using the full allocation for this buy?

PAMELA: That's where we came out.

MARSHALL: It's a lot of money, Pam.

PAMELA: We're talking raw, unprocessed KGB files. It's not something we can go out and comparison shop.

MARSHALL: Still...

PAMELA: For a thief. A mole. I vetted the source, Marty. He's real. If it does nothing more than narrow the list of suspects, it's a bargain at ten times the price.

PAMELA/PHONE: I want that area secured, I want any evidence secured and I want it done now. Is that clear??

NEVINS/PHONE: Yes, sir -- ma'am...

PAMELA/PHONE: I'm getting on a plane to Berlin in 45 minutes, which means you are going to call me back in 30, and when I ask you where we stand, I had better be impressed. My mobile number is...

PAMELA/PHONE: How long have you worked for the agency?

NEVINS/PHONE: Me? Four years.

PAMELA/PHONE: If you ever want to make it to five, you're gonna listen to me real close. Jason Bourne is armed and extremely dangerous. A week ago, he assassinated two men in Berlin, one of whom was a highly-experienced field officer...

PAMELA/PHONE: Mr. Nevins?

NEVINS/PHONE: Who's this?

PAMELA/PHONE: Pamela Landy, again. Where do we stand?

PAMELA: Let's give him half an hour.

NICKY: So?

PAMELA: Felt promising. It's a start.

PAMELA: What do you think? Is he coming in?

NICKY: I don't know. He was sick. He wanted out. I believed him.

PAMELA: Alright...

PAMELA: Is it fresh?

NICKY: It's got caffeine in it. That's all I know.

NICKY: I don't think we need to keep looking for him anyway.

PAMELA: And why is that?

NICKY: Because he's doing just what he said he'd do. He's coming for us.

PAMELA: I'm curious about Bourne. Your interpretation of his condition. You have specific training in the identification and diagnosis of psychological conditions?

NICKY: Am I a doctor, no, but...

PAMELA: Are you an expert in amnesia?

NICKY: Look, what do you want me to say? I was there. I believed him.

PAMELA: Believed what?

NICKY: I believed Jason Bourne had suffered a severe traumatic breakdown.

PAMELA: So he fooled you.

NICKY: If you say so.

PAMELA: Not good enough. You're the person who floated this amnesia story. Ever feel sorry for him? For what he'd been through?

NICKY: You're making it out like we're friends here or something. I met him alone twice.

PAMELA: You felt nothing? No spark? Two young people in Paris? Dangerous missions? Life and death?

NICKY: You mean, did I want a date?

PAMELA: Did you?

NICKY: These were killers. Conklin had them all jacked up. They were Dobermans.

PAMELA: Some women like Dobermans --

NICKY: What do you want from me? I was reassigned. I'm out.

PAMELA: See, that's a problem for me, Nicky. Whatever he's doing, we need to end it. This isn't the kind of mess you walk away from.

NICKY: Good luck.

PAMELA: You were his local contact. You were with him the night Conklin died. You're coming with us.

PAMELA: What kind of problems?

NICKY: Depression. Anger. Compulsive behaviors. They had physical symptoms -- headaches -- sensitivity to light --

PAMELA: Amnesia?

NICKY: Before this? Before Bourne? No.

TEDDY: We're looking at all Berlin outbound. Good news is, every train station in Berlin has thirty to forty fixed, digital security cameras. Common feed.

PAMELA: Are we hacking or asking?

TEDDY: Yes. In that order.

PAMELA: And what about you, anything?

TEDDY: Here's what I've got. Remember Vladimir Neski? Russian politician? Seven years ago, he was due to speak to a group of European Oil ministers here at the hotel. He never did. He was murdered.

PAMELA: By who?

TEDDY: His wife. In room 645. Then she shot herself.

PAMELA: Alright... I want you, Kurt and Kim to stay on Bourne, track everything that's out there...

TEDDY: Black coat, possibly leather. Dark slacks. Dark t-shirt. He says they're gonna try and corral the guests on the street over there, and then check them out, but...

PAMELA: Yeah, that'll work...What the hell was he doing here?

PAMELA: Anything?

TEDDY: No. Munich's a bust. He's loose.

PAMELA: Are we locked up?

PAMELA: Do we know what this says?

TEDDY: Yup... The main word there, the file heading, translates as: Treadstone.

PAMELA: What the hell is a "Treadstone?"