We OPEN on SPIDER as he pushes his way through pedestrians on a crowded sidewalk somewhere in the city. He's wearing his trademark black jacket, trousers and boots. We’re slightly behind him, looking over his shoulder as he sees a BEAUTIFUL WOMAN in the crowd. She looks towards Spider with a mischievous smile.
She wears the exact same clothes as him (there’s nothing to suggest she has any other clothes on under that black jacket) minus the glasses. In fact she seems to have a blindfold over her eyes made from black cloth.
Spider pushes his way through the crowd, nearing the woman, his hand outstretched towards her.
TIGHT on the woman as she turns and runs away from Spider, pushing her way through the crowd.
WIDE PANEL: a PROFILE view on Spider as he chases the woman as she continues to flee. The landscape has inexplicably changed too. We’re now in a rundown barrio somewhere in South America, possibly Brazil.
Onlookers turn their heads at the bizarre chase going on before their eyes.
WIDE PANEL: FIXED VIEWPOINT. Spider continues to chase the woman, that little bit closer to her now. The background has changed to the snow covered streets of Moscow.
WIDE PANEL: FIXED VIEWPOINT. Spider is mere inches from the woman now, the background now nothing but a white void of nothingness.
Inset panel on the right side of 8.6. CLOSE UP on Spider’s hand as he reached to grab the arm of the woman, mere inches separating them.
WIDE PANEL: CUT TO Spider sitting up in bed, his modesty covered by a twisted mound of bedsheets. A woman lies next to him in the bed face down. Drug paraphernalia litters the room and the bedside table.