FADE IN.

INT. BERLIN DOM CATHEDRAL - SANCTUARY - AFTERNOON

A priest leaves the confessional. He folds his stoth as he
crosses the church and disappears. A few tourists in jackets
and scarves shuffle around nave.
Their whispers echo
through the space like the fluttering of unseen birds.
An old woman prays with shaking, gloved hands near the front,
a shawl over her shoulders.
The bell rings, sounding the turn of the hour. The old woman
sits back. She grabs a TRASH BAG full of her belongings and
shuffles off toward the ALTAR, making a turn back into a
restricted hallway...
INT. BACK HALLWAYS TO STAIRS - CONTINOUS
The old woman picks up pace. The bag she carries seems
filled with just blankets, swinging lightly, until she sets
it on the floor with a THUD. Its heavy. Very heavy.
And shes not old.
She removes her tattered hair and cap to reveal tight red
locks. The shawl falls off to reveal a WHITE AND GRAY snow
camouflage jacket, tailored to fit.
Her face comes off
with a pull as a translucent film of spots and wrinkles
crumples away into her hand.
Beneath is NATASHA ROMANOFF. Strong face, deep eyes full of
mystery; shes beautiful, but all business.
She opens the trash bag to reveal A DUFFEL BAG with straps.
She looks up a small, spiraling stairwell to see a WINDOW.
Okay.

NATASHA

EXT. BERLIN DOM CATHEDRAL - MOMENTS LATER

Natasha, now in ALL WHITE CAMO, SCALES the cathedral, the
window now thirty feet beneath her. A WHITE BAG is strapped
to her back.
A MOMENT LATER
Shes ON HER STOMACH, the white case open beside her as she
READIES A SNIPER RIFLE.

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She aims through the scope.

She checks her watch.

She waits.
She exhales.
SHE FIRES.
EXT. DOWNTOWN BERLIN INTERSECTION - SAME
SNAP POP! A JUNCTION BOX at a busy intersction EXPLODES in
sparks, which goes unnoticed by the cars below as THE TRAFFIC
LIGHTS go out.
Two cars collide.
Traffic comes to a standstill.
were back to...

Horns sound over the city as

THE CATHEDRAL
...where Natasha is already climbing down.
She drops to the ground and looks at the city. She isnt
carrying the sniper rifle. She heads across KARL LIEBNECHT
STRASSE bridge over the Spree. She yanks off her jacket and
reverses it; she now looks commonplace; just any passerby.
But shes jogging toward -BUSY TRAFFIC
She looks down a cross street toward a FIVE STAR HOTEL and
double checks her watch.
She eyes the cars.

Finds a LIMO...

INT. TOWN CAR - A MOMENT LATER

A mustached man in a suit -- call him KLEIN -- mashes with
fat thumbs at his smart phone.
He yells forward at his driver.
KLEIN
(in German with Subtitles)
Why arent we moving?
DRIVER
Im sorry, Mr. Klein. Some
traffic. Ill update you when it
appears to clear.

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Klein grumbles to himself as he returns to his phone.
The DOOR BESIDE HIM opens and NATASHA enters.
into the seat beside Klein.
Excuse me?

She slides

KLEIN

NATASHA
(also in German with subtitles)
Explain to your driver to roll up
the window and pay me no mind.
Klein glances down at a SIG P226 thats PRESSED INTO HIS SIDE
from beneath her jacket. He opens his mouth to protest, but
one look at her expression and he cant but oblige.
Confused, the driver nonetheless obliges.
KLEIN
What do you want?
NATASHA
I want to meet Beringer.
KLEIN
I dont know any Beringer.
Natasha holds up a picture of Klein embracing a man at a
funeral.
NATASHA
(in English now)
Let me be more clear, Mr. Klein.
want to meet this Beringer. The
one you met with yesterday.

KLEIN
He wont allow you in.
NATASHA
I suspect he will.
INT. BERINGERS PENTHOUSE - NIGHT
Beringer from the picture -- bearded, prickly man with shrewd
eyes and an imposing frame, sits at dinner surrounded by
armed guards who also eat. They watch a FOOTBALL MATCH on TV
at the end of the table.
Theres a buzz and Beringer turns to look at the door.
approaches. The man whispers to Beringer.

A man

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BERINGER
Let him in.
KLEIN enters with nondescript NATASHA in HANDCUFFS.
BERINGER (CONTD)
Whats this?
KLEIN
She was -- um -He glances at her and clears his throat.
of a BLACK EYE. She doesnt look up.

We see he has a bit

KLEIN (CONTD)
She was trying to steal from you,
Mr. Beringer.
BERINGER
Steal money? Steal heroin?
KLEIN
Im -- uh -- not sure.
Beringer approaches her. Yanks her chin up. Inspects her.
Pulls off her cap. Her RED HAIR is suddenly visible.
Red head?

BERINGER

Beringer shrugs.
BERINGER (CONTD)
Ill give her to my men to deal
with. Redheads arent my thing.
He turns around to gestures toward his men-NATASHA
And these arent handcuffs.
She PULLS HER WRISTS APART, and the links UNFOLD into a WIRE - we see the hints of BRASS around her wrist poking out from
under her jacket sleeves.
She WHIPS the wire over Berings NECK as she KICKS klein back
behind her.
BERINGERS MEN spring into action, but the first two SNAP! Fall back as Natasha fires DOUBLE DARTS from her wrists
and then TWISTS her wrists to deliver a SHOCK through the
wire--

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BERINGER is down.
AS he falls, she pulls up TWO PISTOLS and twists toward the
guards who have sprung into action -She shoots on in the knee, one in the shoulder, all nonlethal-One grabs her jacket and she jerks him toward, and DROPS to
shoot under his arm at the last one by the table -- she FLIPS
the guard above her and he LANDS behind her just as she KICKS
him in the head. Out.
It all happened impossibly fast.
She turns to Klein, who groans.
KLEIN
Who are you really?
She unzips her jacket. IT FALLS with her PANTS, and beneath
the white and gray was BLACK -- her BLACK WIDOW suit,
complete with belt, boots and gauntlets. Her hair hangs now.
She reaches down and grabs Beringer with one hand and lifts
him off the ground to drag him away.
NATASHA
Im for hire.
She turns to the back window of his apartment where curtains
hang over the windows. The windows behind begin to GLOW
brightly. She STEPS OVER BLOOD as she drags Beringer through
it.
She WHIPS the curtain open.

A HELICOPTER hovers outside.

She SHOOTS the window. Wind and snow FLOOD into the
penthouse. We see BLOOD whipped up off the floor and SUCKED
out the window.
EXT. BERLIN STREET - SAME
We move away from the building as the helicopter banks away
and disappears into the snowstorm.
We focus in on a SNOWFLAKE as it collides with a DROP OF
BLOOD.
The snowflake, now heavy, SPIRALS downward until it hits a
bank of white snow.

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Several other flakes seep with red. The wind blows. The
snow begins to clear out, revealing, beneath the red and
white -BLACK LETTERS: BLACK WIDOW
Fade up credits.
BUDAPEST, 1990.

FADE TO:

...and like, a whole movie of Black Widow stuff and hell-yeah

moments and gunplay and subertuge and a romantic arc and etc,
etc, etc... someone get on it, already.