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Tenet · written by Christopher Nolan · 2020
Scene 34 of 275 · ≈ 1 min on screen · Act one
An unnamed intelligence operative, recruited into a shadow war fought through time-inverted weapons and objects, teams with an enigmatic ally to stop a dying Russian oligarch from using technology gifted by a dying future to erase the present.
The Protagonist in his zone of comfort — a skilled, anonymous field operative, competent and confident inside the Kiev operation.
Broken by torture and 'killed,' he needs a new purpose; Fay offers one that transcends the nation-state loyalties that just got his team killed.
He enters the wholly unfamiliar situation of Tenet — the wind turbine, the password test, and Barbara's proof that time itself can run backward.
Barbara demonstrates an inverted bullet that travels backward through time, introducing entropy inversion.
Barbara shows a growing archive of inverted debris she calls 'the detritus of a coming war.'
The Protagonist calls in a favor to reach arms dealer Sanjay Singh, spotting a woman on a high-rise balcony.
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The Protagonist enters the quiet ex-colonial establishment. Takes a seat. A BUSINESSMAN sits down next to him.
BUSINESSMAN
It seems you need an introduction
to a prominent Mumbai local on
short notice. I’m Neil.
Neil offers his hand. The Protagonist takes it –
PROTAGONIST
I need an audience with Sanjay
Singh.
NEIL
Not possible.
PROTAGONIST
Ten minutes, tops.
NEIL
Time isn’t the problem. Getting out
alive’s the problem.
(thinks)
Would you take a child hostage?
The Protagonist shakes his head.
NEIL (CONT'D)
A woman?
PROTAGONIST
If I had to. I’m not looking to
make much noise here.
Neil keeps thinking. Signals a waiter –
NEIL
Vodka tonic.
(gestures at the Protagonist)
Diet Coke.
The Protagonist stares at Neil. Neil looks up, confused.
NEIL (CONT'D)
What? You never drink on the job.
PROTAGONIST
You’re well informed.
NEIL
It pays to be in our profession.
PROTAGONIST
Well, I prefer club soda.
NEIL
(grins)
No, you don’t.
Neil raps his knuckles on the table, thinking.
NEIL (CONT'D)
How’s your parachuting?
PROTAGONIST
Broke an ankle in basic training.
Singh’s house isn’t tall enough to
parachute off of.
NEIL
(thinks)
But it’s bungee-jumpable.
PROTAGONIST
I don’t think ‘bungee-jumpable’ is
a word.
NEIL
It may not be a word, but it may be
your only way out of that place.
(a thought occurs)
Or into it, for that matter.