All language subtitles for The.Bourne.Identity[1988][TV][Part.2]DvDrip-aXXo

This number is 46-78-2255.

Got it. Here we go.

Hello, l transferred a sizable amount
and l'd like to check if it's there.

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

l transferred seven million dollars
and l'm checking to see if it's there.

Can you help me or are you going
to transfer me? Who are you?

l can help. l 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.

l'm leaving Paris and l--

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

Where's your office?
l need to see the papers.

My office is at the rear,
first floor, on the right--

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

Hello? l 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. l don't think so.

Look, face the wall and don't move.

l'll get rid of him, then l'll call.

-Jason, l'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.

l'm sorry you're having trouble--

There's been a hitch in my plan.

l've got to fly to London.
l'm off to the airport.

Hang on to those papers
until l get back.

There's a cab, gotta run. Thanks.

-Jason?
-Marie. Don't move.

lf l'm right, he will be passing you.

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

-l can't stop shaking.
-They're at the airport, l 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?
l'm Jason Bourne.

Your friends must wonder why
you gave them bum information.

l followed the instructions
on the account.

Nothing more.

l want to know what the instructions
were and who they came from.

-l could lose my job.
-You could lose your life.

-l'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?

-l'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?

-l 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.

Who did you talk to?

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

A woman answered.
She said you were dangerous.

l asked if l should tell the police.

l was told you were beyond the
police or lnterpol.

That you should be detained. . .

. . .so someone could identify you.

This is very valuable, Mr. Bourne.

That phone number might be.

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

So was the assassination of
Ambassador Leland.

Do you know who l am?

A dangerous man, Monsieur.

You know more.
Tell me or l'll kill you.

Jason.

-l only know one other thing.
-Say it.

Fifty thousand.

-l'll pay you with your life. Say it!
-The phone number. . .

-. . .it's a dress shop on Saint Honore.
-Dress shop?

lt's called Bergeron.

Jason, come on. Come on.

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

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

What?

What?

When?

l 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--

-Stop it. Look--
-Your people, Jason. Murderers!

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

-Marie--
-l 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 asking about
Treadstone and is shot.

Did you kill him
for blowing your cover?

-Senator--
-Or was it Carlos again?

-l think it was Bourne.
-Bourne?

You're convinced, General Conklin,
Bourne also killed Ambassador Leland.

l am.

-Either alone or working for Carlos.
-Poppycock!

Mr. Abbott?

Apparently, senator, we don't have
a consensus yet.

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

The facts are: Bourne. . .

. . .was in Marseilles
just before the assassination.

That doesn't mean he did it.

He might have known about it and
been trying to prevent it.

And afterwards 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?

-lt'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.

lnterpol tried and failed for 20
years. The lsraelis 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.

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

. . .is Bourne became exactly
what we trained him to be.

A master assassin.

ls that possible,
David?

The evidence is
circumstantial at best.

-l 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 l suggest is that we send him
a signal to come in.

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

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

lf 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.

l 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.

-lf we can help you, please call, sir.
-Thank you.

l am Jacqueline Lavier,
the directress.

-lf l can be of any assistance.
-Thank you.

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

-You have an eye for our better dresses.
-l've a young lady with an eye for them.

May l pick some ballgowns,
perhaps, as well?

lf you've got a place l can have a
drink, you can pick me a closetful.

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

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

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

-ls 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 l 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 1 0 or 1 2,000,
Madame Jacqui.

And make yourself at home.

Come in.

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

Yeah. Did you hear about Peter?
What 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.
-l'll be right there.

-l'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, l'm sure. l thought he was dead.

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

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

. . .dangerous, the most
unpredictable.

Angelique, it is Bourne.
l 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. l understand that you know
the work of a man l want to employ.

Jason Bourne.

Madame Jacqui.

No need to be alarmed.
All l want is information.

l 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 nothing!

Enough to expose
Koenig in Zurich. . .

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

lf l 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? l 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 reach
of information.

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

Blind?

To put it plainly. . .

. . .l have been part of this operation
for over 1 5 years.

l 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 later 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 select a prominent
figure and:

And Bourne? Why does Bourne
want to destroy Carlos?

Because he intends
to become Carlos.

Thank God you're safe.

l 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.
l ran away. l--

l realized that. . . .

That l love you.

Jason, can we slow down?

-Where are we going?
-l don't know. We can't stay here.

Jason!

Come on. Come on!

Sir?
We're here, sir.

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

-Wait for me, Kenny. l won't be long.
-l'll fill it with gas.

David Abbott, l 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 seem adequate.
Carlos can sell the files for millions--

We don't renegotiate, Mr. Gillette.
lf you want to fit in, l wouldn't try.

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

Gotta eliminate him, David,
as quickly as possible.

lt'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.

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

All right.

-Anybody want a ride?
-l'll see you out.

No, the car's waiting in the alley.

l'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--
-ldiot.

Where are the files?

Where's the file on Bourne?

-Plant his fingerprints.
-l 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 l didn't know that
was somewhere in the back of my head.

-lt was the truth.
-Was.

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

. . .before you knew me.

That's not what an assassin would do.
lf 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?
-lt has to be.

You disappear heroically so l 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?

-ls that the way you want to die?
-Heavens, no.

l want to rot in a Swiss prison
for things l never did.

l can take care of Zurich.

-How?
-What does it matter?

A confession?
l don't know yet, but l can do it.

l can put your life
back together again. l 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 assassin would never
do what you just offered to do.

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

Listen to me.

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

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

But you're not
what you believe you are.

l know myself.

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

You're a fool. l can help you.
You can't help me. Leave me something.

Wait.

What?

The illusion of an assassin.

-The crimes you believe you committed.
-l 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.

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

l'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.

l called a print team we can trust.
l didn't say what we're looking for. . .

. . .just to sweep Treadstone
and give me what they get.

l gave the names of 37 men
whose prints are on file with the FBl.

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 can'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. l called
the number l found at Bergeron's.

-lt'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.

-lt seems incredible--
-Let's go.

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

Clothes for his girlfriend. lnformation
on Bourne, who he was told. . .

-. . .could get rid of a competitor.
-lt was Bourne.

Bourne asking about his relationship
with Carlos? lt 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.

-ls my phone number in your office?
-No. My God, am l stupid?

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

lt'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 l say. Slide into
the driver's seat and start the car.

Drive ahead.

Once l'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. . .

. . .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.

-l must find her.
-She was in the second confessional.

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

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

-What is this?
-We have to talk.

-l'm prepared to shoot.
-Then shoot!

l have no problem killing you,
now you've become Carlos' messenger.

-l'll kill you.
-Kill me.

-You deny being Carlos' man?
-l 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.

l do because l found it myself.
lt'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 l?

Because l'm telling you the truth.

lf 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 l 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 completely loyal.
-Caesar said that of Brutus.

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

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

General.

l'll prove everything l've said.

But l need access to your home.
l 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. l met him with my wife.
His name is D'Anjou.

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

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

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

ls 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.

-General, don't do this to yourself.
-All the time l 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?

l 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 l do not.

But, l bring the papers home with me,
and l 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.
l know what l must do.

No, general, listen to me.

Think of your son, not your 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
ClA called Treadstone?

l 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.
Jacqui 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?
-l want information.

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

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

Drive.

D'Anjou!

D'Anjou!

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

Come on.

You saved my life. Why?

Because l 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 1 3.

Villiers' wife?

lt gives Carlos access
to all government secrets. . .

. . .and all the files on himself.

ls Villiers involved?

-What does Carlos know about me?
-l'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 ClA
for the highest price ever paid.

For what purpose?

-What does Carlos think l'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 l knew.

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

Your face has been altered
to look like Bourne. . .

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

lf l run, will you shoot me?

No.

No, l won't.

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

You were right.

There's still a lot l don't know.

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

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

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

l know that's not my real name,
but l lost my memory. . .

. . .somewhere outside of Marseilles. ''
What do l 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?
lt's what you've been looking for.

How do l know the Americans
won't kill me too?

l have to be careful, that's all.

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

lt'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. lf he
goes over, he'll use one of those.

l want his story
before we do anything.

-He just destroyed Treadstone.
-l want this completely private.

l'm obligated to protect you.

l know this man, Alex.
There's no threat, not to me.

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

-Here we go.
-Abbott's arrived?

-l'm meeting him at a cemetery.
-Oh, no.

l've been there before. Gen. Villiers'
son's funeral was there.

-The one in the newspaper?
-Yes. Abbott's telling me he's genuine.

l'm staying with you.
l won't have it any other way.

You can't. lf anything happens to me,
go to Villiers.

lf l'm not back by daybreak--
Oh, come on, stop.

-Who are you?
-You know who l am.

-Damn it! l said, who are you?
-General Alex Conklin.

l said l'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.

l 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.

-l 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 l am?
-You're David Webb.

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

Your father and l grew up together.

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

l had no children.

So we did everything together
when you were growing up.

l took you skiing,
and we played tennis.

We talked history.

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

. . .and he'd apparently disappeared. . .

. . .then you and l devised
a deep-cover trap for him. . .

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

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 reputation,
but someone decent.

Decent?

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

-Set me down please, Davey.
-l'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. l 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.

l want to die holding onto the grass.

-Get Carlos, Davey.
-l will. l will.

Forgive me.

My name is David Webb.

David.

lt was a trap.
They were convinced l'd sold out.

-Why did they try to kill you?
-They think l killed everybody. . .

-. . .at their 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?
-l'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.

l 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 l 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!

lt's easier to take a gun
and blow your head off.

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

Just the two of us against everybody!

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

l'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.

lt'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 1 4.

-What is the meaning of this?
-All right. l'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 bring 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.
l have a little problem.

-What is it?
-l was on my way to a friend's house. . .

. . .a friend who passed away,
to get something l'd lent him.

When l 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.

-l know exactly where he kept it.
-Yeah, what the hell.

See a guy named Dugan.
Tell him l said you could have it.

-Mr. Dugan. Thank you.
-lf 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.
l 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.
l see parts of him in everybody.

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

-Let me out of this car.
-l 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 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?
-l'm from Shape-Up.

-Said you could use another man.
-l can't. The stairs are too narrow.

We're crawling over
each other's 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.

l'll kill you!

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

You are the enemy. l'll take you
all on. l don't care anymore!

They're dead.

-They're all dead.
-Jason!

Get away!

They're dead.

They're dead.

Oh, David.

lt's over.

They're dead.

Just hold on.

l love you. l 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, l think. . .

. . .with David Abbott.

Who believed in courage
and freedom of ideas.

ln human dignity.

ln fighting for what is true and good.

And right. And just.

lt 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 l was a teacher.
Maybe l'll teach again, and fish.

Maybe l can put the pieces
back together.

Some of them at least.

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

And how to forgive myself.

And how, maybe, to love again.