I know what it means. You lecture me about radiation. Andrei Sator, digging plutonium from the rubble of my city as a teenager?
Where?
PROTAGONIST:
SATOR:
Stalsk-12. My home.
Sator sips his drink. Looks the Protagonist in the eye.
SATOR (CONT'D) One pod of a warhead exploded at ground level, scattering the others. They needed people to find the plutonium...
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IN A DESOLATE STREET, SNOW FALLS ON A HAZMAT- SUITED SCAVENGER – A YOUNG SATOR WALKING IN FRONT OF A MASSIVE MINING MACHINE, CARRYING A GIANT CROWBAR AND A GEIGER COUNTER... SATOR (CONT'D) It became my first contract – nobody else even bid. They thought it was a death sentence.
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YOUNG SATOR SPOTS THE MACHINE UNEARTHING A LARGE METAL CAPSULE. A FELLOW WORKER SEES THE SAME THING... SATOR (CONT'D) But one man’s probability of death is another man’s possibility for a life...
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YOUNG SATOR OPENS THE CAPSULE. HE LIFTS OUT SOME PAPERS, WHICH HAVE HIS NAME ON THEM, REVEALING GOLD BARS UNDERNEATH. THE FELLOW WORKER LEANS IN, STUDYING THE GOLD.
THEY MAKE EYE CONTACT... SATOR STRIKES THE FELLOW WORKER WITH HIS CROWBAR, KILLING HIM... SATOR (CONT'D) I staked my claim in the new Russia. Even now, my company is the only one to operate in the ruins.
PROTAGONIST:
The 241’s being transported through Northern Europe on its way to the long-term nuclear storage depot at Trieste. I’m told you have resources in Tallinn.
Sator downs his vodka.
SATOR:
Stay with us tonight. I insist.
INT. KAT’S STATEROOM, SATOR’S YACHT – NIGHT Kat slips the gun under her mattress, feels the lump – pulls it out – moves to the desk, puts it in her jewellery case – hearing a noise she jumps onto the bed, picks up a book. The door opens. Sator. He locks the door.
KAT:
What do you want, Andrei?
SATOR:
We’re going to talk about today.
KAT:
No, we’re not.
He removes a DIAMOND CUFFLINK... No?
SATOR:
Kat starts to get off the bed –
KAT:
Don’t think for a minute you can treat me the way you treat your other women.
Sator shifts to lean on the desk, cutting her off from the jewellery box. She sits back down. He removes his belt...
SATOR:
And how do you imagine I treat these other women?
Sator slips the cufflink through a belt hole... SATOR (CONT'D) You think I force them into conversation?
Sator tests the diamond studded belt against his palm.
SATOR (CONT'D) You want to be quiet? Fine... He tosses her a pillow.