Bunty looked at the screen. The spinning top wobbled, fell, and kept spinning on its side—an impossible loop. He looked at the woman. She wasn’t asking anymore.

“No,” she said, leaning closer. “I need you to play it. For me. On that old CRT monitor in the back.”

He loaded the file. The screen flickered. The Warner Bros. logo appeared, then the grainy, rain-slicked streets of Saito’s dream castle.

Bunty’s hand froze over the keyboard. On screen, Cobb turned to face Ariadne. But on the Hindi track, the woman’s voice continued, now speaking over Ellen Page’s character.

Bunty raised an eyebrow. “Madam, that’s a very specific torrent. You want me to find you a download link?”

“Don’t you want to know what the weather report said?”