identity to heart
He was more Jewish than most Jews
which drove Catholic mother crazy
How many times? I cant eat shellfish. It is thrift
You are not Jewish
I like it
I like the hat
to remind us there is something above us
I like that
Im going to temple
You are not going to temple. You go to temple more than the Rabbi
Get off my back woman
God will you ever wise up?
Yuri, dont forget to check the
ident.
We drank this astonishing wine.
We talked.
Five minutes later,
here we are.
It never used to be for sale.
If you wanted to drink it,
you had to come to Bosa.
It was a communal wine.
The people of Bosa
offered Malvasia as a gift,
like others invite you for tea.
Who did they give
Malvasia di Bosa to?
To friends. To visitors.
The first time we met...
was in J une of .
And what did you think
switch.
Raw energy blows through the cable, causing the "patient" to
convulse and writhe, screaming.
CLOSEUP - METALLIC SHAFT
as it begins to reconfigure, taking the shape of an arm. We see
the same happen to other parts of his "body" -- hands, legs,
facial features.
EXT. SPACE
The craft the Skull Ship holds then goes dark, the energy being
sucked from it having run dry.
INT. SKULL SHIP - OPERATI
idently out of the
shadows, crossing quickly to the main house. He looks
ultrasharp in his black tux with the white silk cummerbund and
his hair slicked back. He enters the main house through a back
service entrance.
7 INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT
Harry strides through the huge kitchen like he owns the place.
The kitchen staff are scurrying around, too busy to really
notice. He finger-tastes a dish as he
identified persons in a gruesome
and baffling story of mass
murder...
??
End credits.
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CUT TO:
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EXT. ROADSIDE MARKET - EVENING
??
Shooting over a line of ruffled bushes with leaves just
turning towards a rural, time-worn country market. A wide
gravel parking area makes it accessible to the highway
running past it, otherwise, this Mom & Pop store seems almost
like a vision of times gone by.
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Bourne Identity Script
[ Wind Blowing ]
[ Thunder ]
[ Speaking Italian ]
[ Grunting ]
[ Grunts ] What the hell are you doing to me?
[ Speaking Italian ]
What are you doing? [ Muffled ]
Goddamn it! Where am I? A boat.
A fishing boat. You were in the water.
We pull you out. What water?
You were shot. See? There are the bullets.
Ohh. Look. There is a number for a bank.
Why was it in your hip?
My hi
scurries off, avoiding any more questions.
Pamela heads back to the house.
INT. HOUSE
Pamela enters the house, LOCKS AND BOLTS the front door
behind her. She breathes a heavy sigh of relief, back
against the door... she flicks on a light switch... NOTHING.
PAMELA
Christ, Jimmy... didnt you try
the goddamn lights?!
Pamela moves down the hallway to the laundry room... she
opens the
CONTROL ROOM, Henry hits a switch and Catherine is
lowered to the pedestal. Miriam checks Monitors displaying
Catherines vital signs and continuing what must be a
routine, presses numbers on a keypad to open the PRESSURIZED
AIRTIGHT DOOR separating the two areas.
IN THE PROCEDURE ROOM, lights come on and Miriam eases
Catherine out of the apparatus. She checks her pupil
dilation, pulse, throat, a
switch tonight.
Oh, yeah?
And what exactIy wouId that do?
Dont turn around, Roy.
Dont do it.
- Its nothing.
- Keep waIking.
Its not worth it.
I think you know exactIy
what that wouId do, checkerhead.
li
What?
Dont mess with the voIcano,
my man.
Cause I wliI go Pompeli
on your butt.
Oh, my goliy. Good grief.
You keep dreaming, wanna-be.
Lets go. Dream on, moron.
I wliI keep dreaming!
I wliI keep
switch
from that yellow powder diet of yours...
to some of this good
fluoride stuff right here.
Sure works for the Chink.
Hes healthy enough.
You see him scarfthat poison down?
He doesnt really eat it.
Its sleight of hand.
The hell he doesnt. Been breathing in
the powder so long, it just makes him laugh.
Just like them roaches.
William Lee.
- What is this?
- Hes Hauser. Im OBrien.
City Narcotics.