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Yelena: And you checked the body? Confirmed the kill?
Natasha: There was no body left to check.
Yelena: You’re forgetting Dreykov’s daughter.
Sage: YOU KILLED A CHILD?!
(MUFFLED FOOTSTEPS)
(GASPS)
(GUNSHOTS)
(GRUNTING)
(ALL GRUNTING)
Natasha: Where are we trying to get?
Yelena: Motorbike! East side of the building.
Widow 2: (SPEAKING MACEDONIAN) They’re going east, to the roof.
Ingrid: (SPEAKING MACEDONIAN) Copy, in pursuit.
(METAL CREAKING)
(GRUNTS)
Ingrid: (IN ENGLISH) I got you!
Natasha: No!
The supernatural wince, hoping this won't happen to them again.
Natasha: Hey. Don’t move. You’re hurt. Let me help you.
(BREATHING SHAKILY)
(GRUNTS)
(WHIRRING)
(DEVICE BEEPING)
Ingrid: I don’t wanna do this. (SOBBING)
Natasha: What are you doing?
Ingrid: He’s making me.
(THE WIDOW SHOOTS HERSELF WITH A WIDOW BITE)
Sage winces, remembering how it felt when she got shot.
(Yelena SLIDES DOWN A POLE)
Yelena: Do you believe me now?
Natasha: How many others?
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