信条Tenet Movie Script

PROTAGONIST:

Do I work for intelligence services? Several, just like you.

You wouldn’t do business with someone who wasn’t savvy enough to be recruited. Hell, the CIA provides two-thirds of the market for fissile material.

SATOR:

They’re usually buying, not selling. But we do live in a twilight world...

PROTAGONIST:

Is that Whitman? It’s pretty.

SATOR:

Next warning’s a bullet in your brain.

PROTAGONIST:

No balls in my throat?

SATOR:

There’ll be no time for such things in Tallinn.

Sator gestures to his men – they lift the capsule. The Protagonist spots DRIED MUD from the latches on the table... SATOR (CONT'D) Make your way there. I want Volkov on the team.

The Protagonist struggles to his feet.

PROTAGONIST:

No. I spring the materials, you pay me off. Your wife does the exchange.

SATOR:

I never involve her in my business.

PROTAGONIST:

That’s why I trust her.

SATOR:

(to Volkov) Put him ashore.

PROTAGONIST:

How do I contact you?

You don’t.

SATOR:

PROTAGONIST:

How do you advance me funds?

Sator TOSSES the Protagonist the BLOODY GOLD BAR – the Protagonist FUMBLES it onto the table. Volkov SNEERS –

SATOR:

Handle the plutonium better than that.

The Protagonist, looking Volkov in the eye, picks up the gold bar, scooping DRIED MUD into his hand, unseen.

EXT. DOWNTOWN STREETS, TALLINN – DAY The Protagonist walks the crowded streets with Neil.

PROTAGONIST:

What did you find on the gold?

NEIL:

Three hundred thousand at today’s price, no franks, mould marks.

Nothing. Like it came from outer space.

PROTAGONIST:

Or the future.