信条Tenet Movie Script

SATOR:

Yes. You do.

On the plate, instead of breakfast, is a small drawing. A ‘Rubens’. Kat freezes.

SATOR (CONT'D) Were you worried it had been destroyed? Rest assured, instinct told me to remove it from the vault. I’ve always had instincts about the future. That’s how I built this life you no longer value.

Kat looks up at him, not knowing what to say or do.

EXT. DOCK, AMALFI – MORNING The Protagonist stands on the dock, dressed for sailing, watching the launch approach... Morning.

PROTAGONIST:

As he gets on, Kat ignores him. Sator enjoys this.

EXT. OPEN OCEAN, AMALFI – MOMENTS LATER The Protagonist tries to catch Kat’s eye, but she will not look his way.

Sator hands the Protagonist a HARNESS and a HELMET... he looks at them, taken aback, then looks ahead – towards TWO GRAPHITE DARK, HIGHEST TECH AMERICA’S CUP SAILING YACHTS, trimmed and ready.

PROTAGONIST:

(impressed) When you said sailing... EXT. SAILING YACHT DECK – MOMENTS LATER Kat gets on, followed by Sator and the Protagonist. The rigging crew departs. Kat checks the sheets and winches.

Sator indicates the harness.

SATOR:

You know how?

PROTAGONIST:

Aye, Captain.

Sator gestures at Kat.

SATOR:

She’s captain.

EXT. OPEN OCEAN, AMALFI – LATER The boats FLY, SKIMMING THE WATER ON THEIR HYDROFOILS... Sator and the Protagonist are next to each other, standing on one pontoon, LEANING OUT IN THEIR HARNESSES... Kat is at the wheel, concentrating...

SATOR:

What do you know about opera?

PROTAGONIST:

In 2008 a remote Russian missile station was overwhelmed and held for a week. When the station was retaken, the plutonium 241 on one warhead was three quarters of a kilo lighter. The missing 241 surfaced at the opera-house siege in Kiev on the 14th.

SATOR:

You’re well informed. But that doesn’t mean you have the plutonium.

PROTAGONIST:

I didn’t say I had it. I’m saying I know how to get it – KAT (O.S.) COMING ABOUT! Kat SWINGS the boat into the wind, SAIL FLAPPING FURIOUSLY as the wind catches it on the other side, and Sator and the Protagonist DUCK under the boom, RACING to the other side, their harnesses SNAPPING TAUT as they lean out...

SATOR:

What do you propose?

PROTAGONIST:

Partnership.

SATOR:

I wouldn’t partner with you.

Kat works the wheel, tracking the other boat. Her look is one of BOTTLED RAGE...

PROTAGONIST:

What’s wrong with me?

SATOR:

You know how to handle yourself, you have no record.