(turns to the Protagonist) I’ve seen too much and I’m still alive. Which means you’ve decided to trust me.
PROTAGONIST:
Or I’ve lost my edge.
NEIL:
Oh, your edge is intact.
The Protagonist looks at Neil.
PROTAGONIST:
There’s a cold war.
Nuclear?
Temporal.
NEIL:
PROTAGONIST:
NEIL:
(skeptical) Time travel?
PROTAGONIST:
No. Technology that can invert an object’s entropy.
NEIL:
You mean reverse chronology. Like Feynman and Wheeler’s notion that a positron is an electron moving backwards in time.
PROTAGONIST:
Sure, that’s exactly what I meant.
NEIL:
I’ve a master’s in physics.
PROTAGONIST:
Well, try to keep up.
NEIL:
The implications of this are –
PROTAGONIST:
Beyond secret.
NEIL:
Then why’d you take me in?
PROTAGONIST:
I thought we’d find the drawing and a couple boxes of bullets.
NEIL:
You were as surprised as I was.
PROTAGONIST:
I’m going back to Mumbai for answers. I’ll set you up as go- between. But remember – to you, all this is about plutonium. Or when we’re done, they’ll kill you.