If you’d actually met Arepo, as you claimed, you’d understand that he no longer walks anywhere.
PROTAGONIST:
We spoke on the phone –
KAT:
He can’t do that, either.
The Protagonist considers this.
PROTAGONIST:
Where’s the drawing?
Why?
KAT:
PROTAGONIST:
Get me the introduction, I’ll take the drawing out of the equation. No picture, no prosecution. No hold over you.
Kat looks at the Protagonist. Not daring to hope.
PROTAGONIST (CONT'D) I might just be your second chance –
KAT:
(snaps) I don’t need redemption.
PROTAGONIST:
At betrayal.
A LARGE, WELL-DRESSED THUG sits down at the table. He takes a green bean from the Protagonist’s plate and chews it vacantly. This is VOLKOV. The Protagonist looks at Kat – PROTAGONIST (CONT'D) Friend of your husband?
(she nods) You knew this would happen?
KAT:
They won’t kill you. Andrei dislikes tangling with local law enforcement on that level.
PROTAGONIST:
You must really not have liked the look of me.
KAT:
(rising) The look of you is fine. It’s better to get to the nasty part before I care one way or the other.
He takes her hand, pulls her forward to kiss her cheek.
PROTAGONIST:
(whispers) There’s a number in your left coat pocket. Don’t call from home.
A Thug puts a MEATY HAND on the Protagonist’s shoulder.
KAT:
You won’t be taking my call.
PROTAGONIST:
I might surprise you.
She leaves, BREEZING out through the kitchen... at Volkov’s nod, two Thugs escort the Protagonist from his chair, heading towards the kitchen – a WAITER moves to object – Volkov, eating the Protagonist’s leftovers, pulls the Waiter up short, shaking his head.
EXT. ALLEY BEHIND RESTAURANT – MOMENTS LATER Kat exits the restaurant, DISTRAUGHT, walking past a waiting THUG, then sliding into the back seat of a MERCEDES.
INT./EXT. MERCEDES – CONTINUOUS The driver is a GAUNT RUSSIAN.