7بخش

What do you want?

We’re going to talk about today.

No, we’re not.

No?

We’ll see.

Don’t think for a second

you can treat melike you treat your other women.

And, uh.

how do you imagine.

I treat these other women, huh?

You think I force them

into conversation?

You wanna be quiet, fine.

You can bite down on that.

Even a soul as blank and brittle

as yours needs a response.

Is fear and pain enough, Andrei?

That’s all I have to offer you.

Well, that will have to do, then.

Why didn’t you just let me go?

Because.

if I can’t have you.

no one else can.

And if you touch me,

I scream so loud he hears.

You think I let him interfere?

If he tried, you’d have to kill him.

End of deal.

So you leave me alone.

Not now!

Ninety-eight.

Not bad for such exertion.

He was at the window.

I was curious.

My property shouldn’t concern you.

Who are you?

How do you come by your

information about the opera?

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.

They’re usually buying, not selling.

But we do live in a twilight world.

Is that Whitman?

Pretty.

Next warning’s a bullet in the brain.

No balls in my throat?

There will be no time for such things.

in Tallinn.

You make your way there.

I want Volkov on your team.

No.

I spring the material.

You pay me off.

Your wife does the exchange.

I never involve her in my business.

Yeah, that’s why I trust her.

Put him ashore.

How do I contact you?

You don’t.

How do you advance me the funds?

Handle the plutonium better than that.

What did you find on the gold?

No franks, no mold marks.

Nothing.

How?

He buries his time capsule, transmits the location,

then digs it up to collect the

inverted materials they sent.

Seemingly instantaneous.

Where’s he bury it?

Some place that won’t be discovered for centuries.

What did the soil samples show?

Northern Europe, Asia.

Radioactive.

Everything salvaged from Oslo’s

been shipped here.

Why am I here?

I don’t trust anyone else

to assess the pieces.

Via convoy through downtown,

what’s the thinking?

Crowded.

Unpredictable traffic patterns.

It’s almost impossible to plan an ambush.

They have a point.

Is the convoy monitored from the air?

Tracked by GPS.

One wrong turn, in come the cavalry.

We need big guns.

Guns that make the point

without being fired.

We need a fast car that doesn’t

look fast.

Four heavy vehicles.

All different.

Bus, coach, 18-wheeler.

One of them has to be a fire truck.

Most of all, we have to set this

up with nothing in the record.

Nothing electronic,

nothing paper.

I don’t want Sator ambushing us

once we spring the material.

His ignorance is our only protection.

You see, Kat?

Some of my favorites.

Singed but, uh, salvageable,

wouldn’t you say?

That’s not my area of expertise.

Ah, that’s right.

You would never have anything to do with such things.

But this is where our worlds collide.

What is this, Andrei?

You know perfectly well what it is, Kat.

The filthy business

that put those clothes on your

back and our boy in his school,

that you thought you could negotiate your way around.

The convoy’s due downtown in ten.

Time to go.

I’m not going anywhere with him.

Look at me!

And understand,

you don’t negotiate with a tiger.

You admire a tiger

until he turns on you

and you feel its true fucking nature!

Don’t.

You stay right there.

Green.

Two minutes.

You are not going to kill me.

I already tried.

You pushed me off a boat.

You are not going to shoot me in cold blood.

My blood’s not cold, Andrei.

No, but you’re not angry enough.

Because anger scars over into despair.

I look in your eyes.

I see despair.

Vengeful bitch!

Living off me!

Thinking that you’re better!

Enough!