The Bourne Identity 1988 ★ Richard Chamberlain ★ Full Movie HD

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 21 st. It's quite a trick. Who are you? Who, me? I'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? 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 s

ubconscious 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 seen. The kids from the village come to watch, no commercials. In 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. - I must have been in an accident. - I don't think so. The scars would be more like the scars on 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 will I 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 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 Be

irut 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 so good? They said I was drunk. They say I killed two patients on the operating table because I was drunk. I could have 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 to kill. Hey, you! Get out of here! Get out of here, now! - You all right? - I'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. It's not safe for you here anymore. P籥 Jacqu

es will pick you up. He owes me. He'll get you to Marseilles. - And, here. - What's this? What money I've got. It's a start. - Geoff, I can't take-- - I don't need it. A passport as well. P籥 Jacques knows a man who'll alter it. It wasn't enough to save me? The most interesting work I've done in years. I've got an investment in you. I won't forget this. I have been keeping back a crucial piece of the puzzle... ...waiting for you to get stronger. Now we're out of time. Come look. - What am I looki

ng for? - Tell me what you see. - Microfilm. Numbers. - And above the numbers? "Gemeinschaft Bank Zurich. " I don't understand. 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. You didn't tell me? You know what this means? - I presume it-- - In this bank, with these numbers... -...that's where the answers are. - Answers are overrated anyway. 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? There's the Ritz, the Palace, the Carillon du Lac. Carillon du Lac. - The Carillon du Lac. - It's very exclusive. - If you don't have-- - 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, I sprained my hand. Could you fill in the registration? It's not a problem, sir. Want me to call 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 later. Yes, sir. I'll get the key. I assume you'll require the usual conditions for your stay with us? Perhaps. How did you understand them? Whoever phones for you is to be told you're out, and you're informed of it. The one exception is your employer, Treadstone 71 . Correct? I won't forget your efficiency. You've always been more than generous. I'm sick of all this, Peter. I want to get married, have a b

aby... ...learn to play the saxophone. You always say that before you give a paper. You'll be a star. - And you won't be here. - Marie. - Thank you. - I don't want to leave. I have to. France expelled three Cuban diplomats in connection... ...with the search for a man called Carlos... ...believed to have assassinated U.S. Ambassador Howard Leland. Ambassador Leland was shot through the throat by a gunman with a rifle. If there's nothing for Treadstone 71 , try Treadstone without the number. --Ir

respective 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. Sorry. Investment banking? Securities? Look, could I persuade you to check the unlisted book? Is the number there? You don't have to say the actual-- Don't tell me you don't have

access. I know you do. I understand. Thank you very much for your trouble. I have no new evidence. Wait... I know you. We've increased security at our foreign embassies... ...we're cooperating with Interpol and the French authorities... ...in a worldwide search for Carlos. You were responsible for the ambassador. 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'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. - I'm in a great hurry. 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 Zurich? Very much. My room overlooks the lake. Shall I unlock this or would you prefer to do it? Please. Open it. Oh, no, sir. I can unl

ock it for you, but the opening is your responsibility. - If you're listed, it's not my position-- - Of course. I need to transfer funds out of the country. 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. You have the word of an officer. Thank you, Mr. Apfel. Transfer funds to the Bank of France in Port Noi

r... ...to 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? 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 help, it is our pl

easure. 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. There may be messages. Keep them for me. Very good, sir. Could you send this? If they reply, I'll be at the lecture. Certainly, doctor. Thank you. May I accompany you? - You're into interest

rates? - Deeply. - Do I know you? - I 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 is 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! - I saw your keys, doctor. My car i

s 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 restaurant. - What's at the restaurant? Why are--? - 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, you won't make it. I won't try, 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. Comb your hair. It's 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 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-- I don't want to be a witness. Please! Don't make me. I won't go to the police. When we get up there, I'll knock. If they open, leave it to me. If not... ...say you're from Drei Alpenhauser. I have a message for you, Mr. Chernak. - 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? He said 37 Lowenstrasse. - Put it under the door. - Identification. I can't. It is

n't written down. I need to make a visual identification. No! You. What do you want? Stay in here. Keep quiet. You swore the last one was the end of it. I can't risk it anymore. Who gave you the envelope for our Alpenhauser friend? The messenger. - 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? You said it was too dangerous to come here. - Money was missing. - Then it wasn't paid

! I never open the envelopes! You know that! Missing? I don't believe you. You wouldn't have taken the assignment. And you took it. - 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 okay, we're undercover police. - 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 assassi

n? Yes. Did he say how he planned to leave 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're 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 hel

pless 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-- Scream! Loud! Stupid. Whatever you're paid, I'll double it. - You were at the bank. You know I can. - I wouldn't take 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 ho

w 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 economics, not medicine. I work for the Canadian Treasury Board. Why was there no article about the abduction of the beautiful economist? - How did you manage that? - I called a friend. One that wasn't at the lecture. Told her I

was okay, to field questions. That I was having an affair and I'd be back in a couple of days. That's all? You shake your head? - I saved your life! - 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 Jason Bourne. They? What are you talking about? My life began a month ago... ...when I washed up on the beach in the fishing village of Port Noir. I have no memory of a past, doctor. I have no idea who I am, what I am, why I'm..

. ...so good at killing. Or who the people 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 came over, you told me to turn away. - 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. Use your brain. Money was delivered to me for assignments taken. I have an 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 have, do to get that money? What occurs to you? - Everything's in one hell of a mess. - Be serious. - Is there anything familiar? - Mediterranean power struggles... ...the Mideast problems, arms deals. I know more than what's in the papers. - Maybe you're with Foreign Service. - Knowing small arms and martial arts? And a numbered bank account

? Think of traveling. 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. - 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. How did you know where to go, who to see? - Cables. Telephone ca

lls. - From? - I don't know. - 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 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. 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 o

ld 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. Last time I went near that account, half of Zurich tried to kill me. That's why you need me. I know banks. I know the right questions to ask. Marie, I'm not going to drag you into this further. I don't want you hurt. I have rank in the Treasury Department of Canada. Clearance, embassy protection. That ca

n be helpful. I already called Peter to get him to find out about your Treadstone. You shouldn't have done that. I want to help you, Jason. First it was because you saved me from 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 than you. 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 thinki

ng? 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? - Treadstone is dangerous. - It's a secret gro

up in the CIA. - The CIA? Is he sure about this? - He called a friend with the NSC. - My God! He was furious Peter knew about the existence of 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 an hour. Let's go see if the reports... ...on Ambassador Leland's assassination jog my memory. - 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? Jason, you're both not identified. It's the funeral for the son of General Villiers. Carlos again. Leland was shot in the throat. "Carlos' signature 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. W

hat 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 and I'd like to check if it's there. That would be in our

Foreign Department, sir. I will connect you. I transferred seven million dollars and I'm checking to see if it's there. Can you help me or are you going to transfer me? Who are you? I can help. I'm Pierre D'Armacourt, an officer of the bank. - Give me your name. - Bourne. B-O-U-R-N-E. Jason Bourne. The money came from a bank in Zurich. Did you get it? All transactions are confidential. We can't tell you over the phone. I'm leaving Paris and I-- - Could you come by the bank? - Yes, I guess I'll

have to. Where's your office? I need to see the papers. 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 and I'd like to check if it's there. That would be in our Foreign Department, sir. I will connect you. I transferred seven million dollars and I'

m checking to see if it's there. Can you help me or are you going to transfer me? Who are you? I can help. I am Pierre D'Armacourt, an officer of the bank. - Give me your name. Bourne. B-O-U-R-N-E. Jason Bourne. The money came from a bank in Zurich. Did you get it? All transactions are confidential. We can't tell you over the phone. I'm leaving Paris and I-- - Could you come by the bank? - Yes, I guess I'll have to. Where's your office? I need to see the papers. My office is at the rear, first f

loor, 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 is here. - Can he see you? - No. I don't think so. Look, face the wall and don't move. I'll get rid of him, then I'll call. - Jason, I'm terrified. - Hang up and don't move. - Banque Valois, bonjour. - Pierre D'Armacourt's office, please. - D'Armacourt. Jason Bourne calling. - One moment,

please. Come on, come on. I'm sorry you're having trouble-- There's been a hitch in my plan. I've got to fly to London. I'm off to the airport. Hang on to those papers until I get back. There's a cab, gotta run. Thanks. - Jason? - Marie. Don't move. If I'm right, he will be passing you. - 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. Could D'Armacourt have gone out the back? There he is. You'll be all right. Go back

to the pension. Mr. D'Armacourt? I'm Jason Bourne. Your friends must wonder why you gave them bum information. I followed the instructions on the account. Nothing more. I want to know what the instructions were and who they came from. - I could lose my job. - You could lose your life. - I'm not who you want to talk to. - Who is? The owner of the bank. He made the arrangements with Zurich. Zurich? From that man in the bank? Koenig? - Perhaps. - What's the arrangement? - I'm not as privileged as

you think. - Nor as ignorant. Don't play with me. 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. There are instructions when funds are deposited or withdrawn. - And the instructions? - A number to call. And the number? - I only saw it once. - You remember. - A number in New York? - No. Here in Paris. The card was altered. The New York number was deleted, the one in Paris inserted. Wh

o did you talk to? - With a fiche, you don't ask. - That's true. A woman answered. She said you were dangerous. I asked if I should tell the police. I was told you were beyond the police or Interpol. That you should be detained... ...so someone 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. You know more. Tell me or I'll kill yo

u. Jason. - I only know one other thing. - Say it. Fifty thousand. - I'll pay you with your life. Say it! - The phone number... -...it's a dress shop on Saint Honore. - Dress shop? It's 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 Washingt

on. 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-- - Stop it. Look-- - Your people, Jason. Murderers! - All of you are murderers! Let 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 at the Canadian Treasury... ...calls the NSC as

king about Treadstone and is shot. Did you kill him for blowing your cover? - Senator-- - Or was it Carlos again? - I think it was Bourne. - Bourne? You're convinced, General Conklin, Bourne also killed Ambassador Leland. I am. - Either alone or working for Carlos. - Poppycock! Mr. Abbott? Apparently, senator, we don't have a consensus yet. - You're not convinced? - I'm not convinced, for one. The facts are: Bourne... ...was in Marseilles just before the assassination. That doesn't mean he did i

t. He might have known about it and been trying to prevent it. And afterward he vanished, reappeared in Zurich... ...withdrew millions from the Treadstone account... ...murdered Chernak, kidnapped the woman and vanished again. Those are also the facts, senator. Leland and Chernak were both shot in the throat. Significant? - It's Carlos' signature. - Bourne was trained to kill like Carlos. He did not kill, Alex. He's saved lives while he was undercover. That's true. - Taken credit for kills, not

killed. - Or so he'd have us believe. Bourne's mission, senator, was to get Carlos. Interpol tried and failed for 20 years. The Israelis tried. Carlos controls an elaborate network of terrorists... ...from who knows where. We decided to challenge him at his own game. To field our own assassin. Are you serious? The theory was our man would claim kills that were in fact Carlos' ... ...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 Bourne became exactly what we trained him to be. A master assassin. Is that possible, David? The evidence is circumstantial at best. - I think he should be eliminated. - Alex, please. So you, David and Elliot, believe he's innocent... ...General Conklin and Mr. Gillette believe he's guilty. What do we do? What I suggest is that we send him a signal to come in. We'll plant a story about the woman in the papers. If he does co

me in, we'll question him. If he doesn't, then we'll know he's turned. Gentlemen. Meg. Where do you go now? The name we got from D'Armacourt at the bank. Bergeron's. - 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? - Excuse me. - Do you want to see something? - A gift for a friend. The lounge for viewing and selecting is one flight up. Let me show you the way. - If we can help you, please call, sir. -

Thank you. I am Jacqueline Lavier, the director. - If I can be of any assistance. - Thank you. - May I hang those for you? - Oh, sure, thanks. - You have an eye for our better dresses. - I've a young lady with an eye for them. May I pick some ballgowns, perhaps, as well? If you've got a place I can have a drink, you can pick me a closetful. - 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 have you be

en 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? W

hat happened? Do you know? 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 here. We've got him! - What do you mean? You've got who? - Bourne, of course. - You are going to cooperate, aren't you? - What do you mean? Help us find him. The police have been looking for Jason Bourne since Zurich. He's an assassin and one of the most dangerous men alive. You know where he was last, where he's

planning to go. - The ambassador would like to see you. - I'll be right there. - I'll be right back. - Carl... ...what happens when you find him? 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 gu

arantee 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 that you know the work of a man I want to employ. Jason Bourne. Madame Jacqui. No need to be alarmed. All I want is information. I don't know who you're talking about. Don't you? Why is your phone number on his account's fiche confidentielle? That's a lie! You know not

hing! Enough to expose Koenig in Zurich... ...D'Armacourt at the Valois Bank, and you, of course. If I did, how quickly would you be eliminated? You are insane. You expose any of us anywhere and you won't last the day. His men will cut you down in the street. Tell me about Bourne. You heard that he was the equal of Carlos? 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' stren

gth... ...lies in his far reach 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 anyone... ...who has even spoken to Carlos. Or anyone 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 la

ter a Japanese politician was killed in Tokyo. A week after that, a newspaper editor 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. Too many contracts, too short a time. Yet whenever he did... ...he would follow an aborted kill with a spectacular, unsolicited one. He would s

elect a prominent figure and: 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. They're after you too. The Canadians? Everybody. And if they can't catch you, they're to kill you. Carlos engineered this somehow. They're convinced you're an assassin. They wanted to know what your plans were-- What did you tell them? Nothing. Nothing. I ran away. I-- I realized that... That I love you. Jason, can we s

low down? - Where are we going? - I don't know. We can't stay here. Jason! Come on. Come on! Sir? We're here, sir. - I'm too old for this. - Me too. - Wait for me, 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. She owns the house. She and her husband were with the OSS. - He sails-- - Oh, the yachtsman. Of course. So. How do we get in? Herr Koenig, can we discuss business? 500,000 doesn't really se

em adequate. Carlos can sell the files for millions-- We don't renegotiate, Mr. Gillette. If you want to fit in, I wouldn't try. The article was a clear signal to come in, and he hasn't. Gotta eliminate him, David, as quickly as possible. It's only been a day. Can't we give him more time? Every day puts the rest of us in jeopardy. We have no choice. We must get rid of him. I have to go. Just give me another 24 hours. All right. - Anybody want a ride? - I'll see you out. No, the car's waiting in

the alley. 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 the whole story, straight from Madame Jacqui. Everything was familiar... ...names, cities, assassinations. There was nothing I didn't know that was somewhere in the back of my head. - It was the truth. - Was. - We were wrong. Do

n't you see? - 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 now. Maybe that's 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 disappear heroically so I can return to my life, reputation intact? That's it. Who the hell do you think you are? - What? - Who do you think you are? A man who kills people for money. Governments want me dead

. The Canadians want me dead. Carlos does too. Think about it. How long can we run before someone finds me and kills us? - Is that the way you want to die? - Heavens, no. I want to rot in a Swiss prison for things I never did. I can take care of Zurich. - How? - What does it matter? A confession? I don't 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 again. Even when you are so sure of your own guilt. A lethal assa

ssin would never do what you just offered to do. - 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 fool. I can help you. You can't help me. Leave me something. Wait. What? The illusion of an assassin. - The crimes you believe you committe

d. - I remember them! No, wait a minute, Jason. What if they were planted in your mind like the evidence against me? You don't know what happened before you lost your memory. What would explain the violent images in my head? Maybe you remember what you were told, 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 and tell me you've looked inside yourself... ...

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 print team we can trust. I didn't say what we're looking for... ...just to sweep Treadstone and give me what they get. 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. Whose prints were they? - They were Bourne's. - We ca

n't be certain-- We gave him the signal to come in. His response was to wipe out Treadstone. What more do you want? So... ...do we eliminate him? This doesn't make sense. I called the number I found at Bergeron's. - It's the home of a powerful Frenchman. - Who? - General Francois Villiers. - My God, it can't be. That picture in the Sorbonne. You were at his son's funeral. - He was a war hero. - Now he's a member of the government. - How can you connect him with Carlos? - He broke with de Gaulle.

Why? - He's an entrenched militarist. - There's the connection. Carlos eliminated Leland for working for a nuclear-free Mediterranean. - It seems incredible-- - Let's go. He was nothing but a customer, Angelique, I'm sure of it. Clothes for his girlfriend. Information on Bourne, who he was told... -...could get rid of a competitor. - It was Bourne. Bourne asking about his relationship with Carlos? It makes no sense. - What did you tell him? - Nothing. - How long was he alone in your office? - H

e wasn't. - D'Anjou says-- - He's lying. - Is my phone number in your office? - No. My God, am I stupid? - We have an appointment. - Where are we going? It's time you met Carlos. - That's the woman from Bergeron. - The one in red... ...was at Villiers son's funeral in the Sorbonne photo. That proves Villiers is involved. - Are you all right? - Yeah. Do exactly as I say. Slide into the driver's seat and start the car. Drive ahead. Once I'm inside, drive off. Carlos! Father... -...do you speak Eng

lish? - A little. A few moments ago, two women came in. The young one in red... ...the older had dark hair. Did you see them? The young one brought the other to confess. - Did you hear the confession? - No, another Father. - I must find her. - She was in the second confessional. I don't know if she's there. 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. - Then shoot! I have no problem killing you, now you've become

Carlos' messenger. - 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 Carlos' Paris headquarters. You don't know what you are saying. I do because I found it myself. It's your number. Who are you? - Names are unimportant. - Unimportant? A man with no name traps me at night, holds a gun to me... ...and expects me to believe him? Why should I? Because I'm telling you the truth. If you hate

Carlos as much as you say, then help me stop him! General. General, wait. We followed Carlos from a bank in Zurich to one in Paris... ...which had on an account Bergeron's number. At Bergeron's I found your number carefully hidden. - There must be some explanation. - There is no other explanation. At your home who 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 co

mpletely 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. Come to my home. Talk to my wife. She'll 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 m

y wife. His name is D'Anjou. - He's connected to Carlos. - Why do you say that? Because I saw him in a 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's anxious to share his life... ...there are some things which are understood. She gets money, security, a position in society. He gets her youth, beauty and a chance to display his virility. - Gene

ral, don't do this to yourself. - All the time I question: 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 beginning been part of the design? Part of my son's death? Do you think she has? I have access to certain classified material. You understand? Military, nuclear, security of France. Only five other men are on the list. Five, no more. But all the time there is

a leak. Somewhere, somehow. Moscow learns one thing, Washington another. - 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. Only one other person has the key of the safe. For her jewels. She mourned for my son's death. Black, very smart, very chic. But, if you're right, she was part of my son's murder. And she is a traitor to France. I know what I must do. No, general, listen to me. Think of your son, not you

r pride. Go after the killer, not the accomplice. You'll get them, but don't confront her. Use her to get Carlos. Use her to draw him out, to make him show himself. Nobody's been this close. Who are you? Have you heard of a group in the CIA called Treadstone? I can tell you nothing about Treadstone. Nothing. All we want is someone in Treadstone we can trust. Someone past suspicion. Just a name, general. One name. Abbott. David Abbott. He is a man you can trust. D'Anjou. This is Jason Bourne. Jac

qui is dead. You're next. Do me no favors. Call the church to verify. Then meet me at-- - And get a wire around my neck? - I want 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 to all government secrets... ...and 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 Jason Bourne... ...the most lethal man in Southeast Asia... ...had signed on with the CIA for the highest price ever paid. For what purpose? - What does Ca

rlos think I'm doing? - Driving him mad. Claiming his kills. - 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 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 do

n't 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 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 found you. He must have records. He's an alcoholic. Nobody will believe him. Jason, why are you fighting this? It's what you've been looking for. How d

o I know the Americans won't 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 wants to come in. - Thank God. Are we sure it's him? - Well, he's not using the right words. - Can we make the Concorde? - Yes. We told him not to come in until we get there. He'll phone every hour. - Are they logged? - No, but there are double agents... ...in Paris with tripped phones. If he goes over, he'll use one of those. I want his stor

y before we do anything. - He just destroyed Treadstone. - I want this completely private. I'm obligated to protect you. I know this man, Alex. There's no threat, not to me. - 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. - Oh, no. I've been there before. Gen. Villiers' son's funeral was there. - The one in the newspaper? - Yes. Abbott's telling me he's genuine. I'm staying with you. I won't have it any other wa

y. You can't. If anything happens to me, go to Villiers. If I'm not back by daybreak-- Oh, come on, stop. - Who are you? - You know who I am. - Damn it! I said, who are you? - General Alex Conklin. I said I'd see nobody but David Abbott. Why? To kill him like everybody else at Treadstone? - What are you talking about? - You killed all of them! Meg. The Yachtsman. Elliot Stevens. People who'd die rather than turn and sell out like you did to Carlos. 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. Carlos tried to kill me. 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. The same man tried to shoot me at the Trocadero. He convinced Gen. Conklin that you turned. He almost convinced me. - Can you tell me who I am? - You're Da

vid Webb. You're named for me. I'm David Abbott. Your father and I grew up together. We went to Yale and the OSS. He died when you were seven. I had no children. 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... ...and his people had killed half a dozen Western leaders... ...an

d he'd apparently disappeared... ...then you and I 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? - A terrible man. He killed for the sport of it. Didn't matter if it was a rat or a man. - What happened to him? - We couldn't control him. Once your plastic surgery and training were complete, we eliminated him. - You killed your own man? - We needed someone... ...with Bourne's reputa

tion, but someone decent. Decent? The object was to kill Carlos, not to win a ticket to heaven. - Set me down please, Davey. - I'm not gonna let you die. - No, it's 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 71 st 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. - Why did they try to kill you? - They think I killed everybody... -...at t

heir headquarters. - But you were here. - They won't listen. - Even David Abbott? Wasn't he there? - They killed him. - Oh, God. Carlos engineered this. He has us isolated. Nobody will believe us. Our only chance is to bring Carlos in. - How? - I've gotta get to 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 ha

s 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 Carlos kills you too, without using a round of ammunition. Beautiful! Whatever 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 take a gun and blow your head off. - Yes. Yes, it is. - I won't ask you

to fight. Not fight. 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? - All right. I'm Senator Crawford. We've learned that Bourne arrived in New York a few hours ago. You know he's involved in several murders. Now where is he? He's trying to br

ing in Carlos if you don't kill him first. - Do something right and help him. - Help him? Will you listen to me?! He's not an assassin. - He's not. - Let's find someplace to talk. - Mister, what number? - Keep going to the corner. Muller's Moving, Schumach speaking. My name's Johnson. I have a little problem. - What is it? - I was on my way to a friend's house... ...a friend who passed away, to get something I'd lent him. When I got there one of your vans was parked in front of the house. - The

item is 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. Yeah, they don't make reels like they used to. - I know exactly where he kept it. - Yeah, what the hell. See a guy named Dugan. Tell him I said you could have it. - Mr. Dugan. Thank you. - If he gives you any static, call me. Yes, indeed. Why not let Bourne come to me? Let me stand on the corner. That would give Carlos two targets. I can't permit it. - Hey, where

's Dugan at? - Upstairs sitting in his chair. He don't lift nothing heavier than his clipboard. - Schumach said you needed another man. - 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, especially history. Oh, Davey, what a lovely pres

ent. 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. - I can't. The stairs are too narrow. We're crawling over each others butts. Get out of here. Hey, Schumach sent me over here. Schumach. All right, start at the top. Start with the single wood units and 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 on. 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 courag

e 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 toge

ther. 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.