Neil: I'll see you in the beginning, friend.
The Protagonist: Hey you never did tell me who recruited you, Neil.
Neil: Haven't you guessed by now? You did! Only not when you thought. You have a future in the past. Years ago for me, years from now for you.
The Protagonist: You've known me for years?
Neil: For me, I think this is the end of a beautiful
friendship.
The Protagonist: But for me it's just the beginning.
Neil: We get up to some stuff. You gonna love it. You'll see. This whole operation is a temporal pincer.
The Protagonist: Whose?
Neil: Yours! You're only half way there. I'll see you in the beginning, friend.
Michael Crosby: Look, no offense, but in this world, where someone is claiming to be a billionaire, Brooks Brothers won't cut it.
The Protagonist: I'm assuming I'm on a budget.
Michael Crosby: Save the world, then we'll balance the books. Can I recommend a tailor?
The Protagonist: I'll manage. You British
don't have a monopoly on snobbery, you know.
Michael Crosby: Well, not a monopoly. More of a controlling interest.
The Protagonist: We live in a twilight world...
Well-Dressed Man: ...
The Protagonist: [cocks and point gun] We live in a twilight world...
Well-Dressed Man: ...and there are no friends at dusk.
The Protagonist: You've been made. This siege is a blind for them to vanish you.
The Protagonist: Neil, wait.
Neil: We just saved the world, can't leave anything to chance.
The Protagonist: But can we change things if we do it differently?
Neil: What's happened, happened. Which is an expression of fate in the mechanics of the world. It's not an excuse to do nothing.
The
Protagonist: Fate?
Neil: Call it what you want.
The Protagonist: What do you call it?
Neil: Reality. Now let me go.
The Protagonist: This reversing the flow of time, doesn't us being here now, mean it never happened?
The Protagonist: I've been thinking, we're their ancestors. If they destroy us, won't that destroy them?
Neil: That'd bring us to the grandfather paradox.
The Protagonist: The what?
Neil: You went back in time, and killed your own grandfather. How could you've been born to commit the act?
The
Protagonist: What's the answer?
Neil: There's no answer. It's a paradox.