Series: No Names Episode 1, Scene 1: Dumpster & Gabbana An elegantly dressed businesswoman, close ups of her Versace V heels, cartier wrist braids- is walking down a small European city street on a grey cloudy morning. She is lugging a wheeled trunk, the C Louis Vuitton x Nigo Courrier Lozine in black, a luxury mini coffin. She glances at her smart watch, corded in stones. It signals that the object she is tracking is to her left. She turns into an alley where a small aproned Guatemalan man is crouched and smoking in front of the backdoor of a bar mleczny, a Polish diner. She removes what appears to be a black scarf from her pocket, carefully removes her trenchcoat, folds it with precision, and with three 100 zł bills on top, hands it to the man. Gawking, he drops the cig and holds the coat like a statue. The woman unfolds the black scarf. After using it to loop and drag a palette over to the nearby dumpster, she tucks it into her D&G belt. She removes her V-heels, and in her perfectly skin toned tights, she climbs onto the lid top, and dives into the open end. The man catches himself staring, glances back at the money and back at the now rumbling dumpster. From the woman's POV, pulling bags and piles of trash from a corner, a rail thin boy in a hospital wristband and gown is uncovered. His shock fades quickly to relief.                   The boy, feebly:                   Policjantka! The woman untucks the scarf and flaps it open. It is not a scarf. It is a trash bag.                   With a sickly struggle, the boy lifts his hands up in defense:                   Proszę, nie, nie zabieraj mnie tam z powrotem! Returning to the man's POV: The woman climbs out of the dumpster onto the lid, on her knees, she leans back down and lifts the now full black trash bag from within. She slowly places it on the palette below. The trunk opens with one click. She gently places the bag inside, retrieves her coat from the Guatemalan, sans złoty bills. -- the trunk shakes and bumps around-- The woman looks behind her and back to the man. Their expressions blank. She hands him another 3 złoty hundreds and looks at the door behind him. He scrambles inside. The woman opens the trunk. We see her through the dirty window next to the door. She is whispering something into her trunk as she takes an item smaller than her fist out from under her blouse. She does something inside the trunk with the item. Pauses. Nods. Closes the lid. No more thumping. The trunk is at peace as she wheels elegantly and inconspicuously through the streets and up to a nearby university teaching clinic, Uniwersytecki Szpital Kliniczny, but she enters through a back alleyway. She drops off the trunk at a nurse's desk. The nurse does not make eye contact with her but nods. The doctor runs into her on the way out. Slim, bald, ears like elves and monocled. He looks sad, but nods to her in appreciation.                   " Tríti forá" Third time, he says in Greek.                   " Teleftea forá" Last time, she replies. She walks through tunneled corridors and up to another building, much nicer. She is seen walking out to the lobby where a massive tank of a man is waiting for her return. He escorts her to a Maybach set to drive to her keeper's loft in the city. As they turn onto the main street, they pass the prior, poorer kept hospital building. The boy from earlier is in a barred window, watching the cars go by. She puts her window down, glancing at the tank man, in Japanese: "Tabako sutte mo ii desu yo." You can smoke, she says. Relieved, he picks through his coat. The woman and the boy lock eyes. We expect fear but the music lightens as the boy smiles and clutches a small arrow shaped blade hanging from his neck. Turning her body so it isn't seen by the driver and the tank man, the woman pulls the same necklace from her collared shirt and smiles back. Hers bears three blades. We return to the scene at the trunk. She opens the bag to reveal the boy's horrified face. She places the steel beaded necklace and blade on his chest. He grasps it and immediately holds the pointy end up at her. Barely able to, he cannot lift it higher than his chest. In Polish: "Good" she says. She presses it back down to his chest. “Remember you have this. But, if you can help it, don’t use it.” This time the boy speaks in a Scottish accent. "Hou no?" Why not The woman, in Polish: “This gives you a choice. If you use it, you won't have choice anymore. So, try not to use it unless you are ready to give up the last choice you will ever have." The boy looks defiant, pressing against the woman's hands. She holds him down with ease and a saddening expression. He presses on through weezing. The woman smiles at his pride and releases the necklace. She holds her hand an inch above, pausing for him. The boy pauses with the blade upturned at her hand. It presses the skin. It retreats. The boy fists the blade and places his arm to his side. The boy's POV: The woman nods. The lid closes. ======== end scene entitled "Dumpster & Gabbana"======  Remaining episode synopsis: In the coming scenes, the woman's world opens up to us. A decrepit aging man in his 70s in a luxurious hospital room is her 'husband'. She is 31, married to him since 19. The doctor from earlier is seen treating her. They had a plan to kill the man in secret during a forced code blue. But just before they execute the plan, the husband goes into seizure and is moved to an intensive unit. The trigger for the seizure: While visiting her husband about a month after her trip to the dumpster, the news displays the boy's face and the blade he used to kill his "foster family" along with a social media reel of a waterfront apartment building with an entire penthouse floor on fire. The news reports that the boy had been staying with a new temporary family after he had been badly injured during a runaway attempt from his previous home. In the building's hallway security footage, the boy with a bandaged face is seen slashing around himself at the parents running after him and cornering him at the end of the hall. The boy hits the wall and window, not having seen it. At the first crack, a fire he started in the family kitchen bursts forth out into the hall. The flash of flames overtakes the video and the footage cuts out. The news reports he was thrown from the apartment building window, but it was too high for the boy to have survived. A social media reel of the waterfront building is displayed with a fire bursting, exploding out of the window. The woman's husband clutches his chest. He looks over to the woman who is trembling, watching for his reaction with fear and guilt. His POV scans down to the chain around her neck. He goes into cardiac arrest. Then seizure. Later, a lawyer reads the man's assets and allocations in a scene taking place at an "Eyes wide shut" style gathering. While her husband is in a coma at intensive care, the woman has been allotted to his nephew aged 35 years. She looks at the nephew with hope. He has been kind to her. She dances for him in their new home, like she did for his uncle. She is an aerialist, platform-heeled with a mastery of both the silks and the poles of their bed canopy. Unfortunately, their first night together turns to abuse and assault. Face down, the woman clutches her blade necklace tucked inside the pillow she uses to cushion her head from hitting the headboard. The man finishes and stalks breathless out of the room. Breathing heavy with rage and a will to kill in her eyes, she wrestles her shaking down to a calm state. The woman releases the blades from her hand, abandoning them to their hiding place.  She sits up and stares in the direction of the master bath where the man has started showering. An idea forms in her mind. She takes the necklace out of the pillowcase. ====== End of episode 1. ===== ===End credits song, show theme song : A Place With No Name, Michael Jackson === ===== Series preview/jump forward ===== Ten years have passed. The woman has children now. 7, 8, and 9. Two girls and the youngest a boy. She was allowed to stop birthing then. The crime family led by her younger husband, the nephew, is facing a formidable new rivalry. One by one, the men of the gang are being killed by an unseen assassin. He comes for the woman and her family. Hiding her children in the tub, the woman would not let her husband in as he banged and shouted for entry. Yelling, “I have girls, take them”, he is silenced. A thud. Blood oozes from under the bathroom door. After a long period of assured silence, she emerges from the bathroom. A massacre of the security team and her husband surrounds her. The masked assassin is holding a glass of wine at the grand kitchen island in the massive open loft layout. He raises the glass to her. The glass breaks, the woman's notorious blade stuck in the assassin's hand now. He chuckles and opens his palm. He caught it? The woman attacks. She uses the light poles around the industrial chic style penthouse to leverage kicks at the man. He easily defends himself, but never takes the offense. She pins him, blade to his throat. As she slips off his mask, she sees his eyes are glassy and scarred. Then she sees it. The steel beaded chain around his neck. With her blade cutting into his neck, she peels the necklace out to see... the blade she gave the boy in the dumpster. Her name? Elektra Natchios. His? Come on. This is a foreign language series, no costumes, no leather. Rugged, European, and raunchy as fuck.