Not personally. Made his billions in gas, moved to London and married an English girl. Said to be on the outs with Moscow.
PRIYA:
Very good. Except the ‘gas’ he made his billions from was actually plutonium, and he’s said to be on the outs so he can feed British Intelligence whatever the Russians want them to think they know.
PROTAGONIST:
None of which explains how or why you sold him inverted munitions.
PRIYA:
When I sold him the rounds, they were perfectly ordinary.
PROTAGONIST:
So how did he get them inverted?
PRIYA:
We believe he’s functioning as some kind of broker between our time and the future.
PROTAGONIST:
He can communicate with the future?
PRIYA:
We all do. Credit cards, email, text – anything that goes into the record speaks directly to the future. The question is – can the future speak back? And, if so, what are they saying?
PROTAGONIST:
And I’m supposed to find out?
PRIYA:
To get anywhere near Sator would take a fresh-faced protagonist... She reaches up to touch his cheek.
PRIYA (CONT'D) Fresh as a daisy. Get close, find out what he’s receiving and how.
PROTAGONIST:
Is it safe to involve British Intelligence?
PRIYA:
I have a contact who’s out of Sator’s reach.
One of us?
PROTAGONIST:
PRIYA:
No, he thinks we’re chasing plutonium.
SIRENS. BANGS! Priya looks over to see POLICE CARS arriving far below, in the WALLED YARD at the foot of her house... PRIYA (CONT'D) You’d better get out of here.
PROTAGONIST:
Can’t you explain things?
PRIYA:
You have to start looking at the world in a new way – this conflict runs backwards and forwards simultaneously. Your name on a police report reveals your identity to the future – they pass it back to Sator –
PROTAGONIST:
My cover’s blown before I get near him.
PRIYA:
You got in – you must’ve had a plan for getting out.
The Protagonist pulls a CLIP and cord from his harness –
PROTAGONIST:
Not one I loved.
Priya watches him clip onto the balcony rail. Neil FLIES PAST, dropping from the balcony above.