(to Sanjay) I was almost taken out by a very unusual type of ammunition in Ukraine. I want to know who supplied it.
SANJAY:
My name’s Sanjay. And you are?
(silence) No chit-chat?
The Woman pushes a RED BUTTON on the wall –
PROTAGONIST:
There’s no one at the other end. No one who’s going to help you, anyway.
INT. SECURITY STATION, HIGH-RISE HOUSE – CONTINUOUS An alarm buzzes, the Security Guards are frozen, Neil has a gun on them, a finger to his lips... EXT. BALCONY, HIGH-RISE HOUSE – CONTINUOUS Sanjay tries to turn to see the Protagonist –
SANJAY:
Why would I know who supplied it?
The Protagonist pushes his head back around with the gun –
PROTAGONIST:
The combination of metals is unique to India. If it’s from India, it’s from you.
SANJAY:
A fair assumption – Deduction.
PROTAGONIST:
SANJAY:
Deduction, then. Look, my friend, guns are never conducive to a productive negotiation.
PROTAGONIST:
I’m not the man they send to negotiate... He C*CKS his weapon – puts the gun to Sanjay’s head – PROTAGONIST (CONT'D) But I am the man people talk to.
SANJAY:
(charm curdles) I can’t. I can’t tell you.
PROTAGONIST:
You’re an arms dealer, friend – this may be the easiest trigger I’ve ever had to pull.
WOMAN (O.S.) To say anything about a client would violate the tenets he lives by... The Protagonist GLANCES at the Woman... whose fingers are casually INTERTWINED. The Protagonist brings his free hand up to hold the gun in both hands, fingers INTERLACED...
PROTAGONIST:
If tenets are important to you, then you can tell me. Everything.
WOMAN:
Not while you have a gun to my husband’s head.
The Protagonist releases him.
WOMAN (CONT'D) Sanjay, make us a drink.
INT. TERRACE OVERLOOKING MUMBAI, SANJAY’S HOUSE – LATER Overlooking the extraordinary bustle of the city. Sanjay has left. His wife hands the Protagonist his drink –
PRIYA:
I’m Priya Singh.
PROTAGONIST:
This is your operation?
PRIYA:
A masculine front in a man’s world has its uses. The dealer you’re looking for is Andrei Sator.