EXT. DOCK, AMALFI – DAY The Protagonist and Kat look out at an enormous yacht.
KAT:
Sleeps 70, with crew. Four tenders, two helicopters, missile defences –
PROTAGONIST:
Jesus. Worried about pirates?
KAT:
Andrei loves playing one government off another. The day they turn, that’s his refuge.
PROTAGONIST:
What if I joined you?
She nods at Volkov, holding the launch’s line.
KAT:
I’m not sure Volkov’s taking passengers just now.
PROTAGONIST:
Then let’s take mine.
The Protagonist nods at Volkov as they walk past.
EXT. HARBOUR, AMALFI – MOMENTS LATER The Protagonist GUNS his boat hard, carving a GLITTERING PATH across the calm harbour. Kat sits, enjoying the speed.
The Protagonist pulls up alongside the yacht, CREW MEMBERS SCRAMBLE, unaccustomed to unauthorized approaches. The Protagonist follows Kat’s gaze to a FIGURE above, but the sun is behind it. Kat steps onto the yacht.
The Protagonist gives the figure a JAUNTY SALUTE. No response. The Protagonist ZIPS back towards shore, passing the yacht’s launch. He waves at Volkov.
INT./EXT. YACHT – MOMENTS LATER Follow Kat into the enormous lounge. She drops her bags – MALE VOICE (O.S.) Who’s the American?
She turns. A middle-aged man with cold eyes and a thin beard stands in the doorway. THIS IS SATOR.
A friend.
KAT:
SATOR:
The man from Shipley’s?
KAT:
Who you tried to have beaten up?
SATOR:
I ask again. Who is he?
KAT:
We met in Riyadh. In June at the American Embassy.