This is part two of Su­pervil­lain Lover, my screen­play about a young woman who once loved a su­per­hero, but is now forced to be­come the hero her­self, when all she wants is to fly away.

See also: Supervillain Lover: Part 1

You can view it as PDF, or read it in­line af­ter the break.



INT. PE­TER’S HOUSE - SUN­SET

Pe­ter sits at the kitchen table.

PE­TER’S MOM places his din­ner in front of him. A scar runs across her face at eye level.

She takes her own seat in the shadow.

A small princess fig­urine lays on the table be­tween them.

She con­cen­trates hard. Touches it with a glow­ing fin­ger.

The princess comes to life. It starts walk­ing around.

It be­gins to grow.

Its fea­tures be­come more re­al­is­tic, less princess-like. It be­gins to look a bit like a smaller ver­sion of Pe­ter’s mom–

PE­TER

I don’t know what to do. Mom…

She loses con­cen­tra­tion.

The princess be­comes life­less once more.

She sighs in dis­ap­point­ment, then smiles at Pe­ter.

PE­TER’S MOM

Think, Pe­ter. What did we see to­day?

Pe­ter takes a bite.

PE­TER

Han­nah…

PE­TER’S MOM

Her in­ven­tions, as… Mis­guided as she may have been to cre­ate them… They work, dar­ling.

PE­TER

She cut off the deal.

They sit in si­lence.

INT. HAN­NAH’S BED­ROOM - SUN­SET

The video call app is still open on Han­nah’s com­puter.

No call is ac­tive: it serves solely as a mir­ror.

Han­nah stares at her re­flec­tion.

INT. HAN­NAH’S LAB - CON­TIN­U­OUS

Ro­bots scut­tle here and there, con­struct­ing a room around Liz and Anna.

A wall goes up, then an­other.

A ro­bot rolls in with a wood frame­work for a dresser. It’s not fin­ished.

Liz sits on the ground, flick­ing her lighter re­peat­edly.

Anna ob­serves.

ANNA

What kind of look would you like?

Liz flicks the lighter again.

ANNA (CON­T’D)

We can do any­thing. Some nice grays, per­haps?

The lab is mostly gray.

ANNA (CON­T’D)

Or per­haps reds?

A ro­bot rolls around, siz­ing up the room.

It paints a bit red, then shakes its head. It tries blue in­stead.

Anna shoves the ro­bot away.

ANNA (CON­T’D)

Blues? Or maybe you like the pinks and pur­ples? Stained wood or painted?

(mut­ter­ing)

Your not any help.

(louder)

Fine.

She sig­nals the ro­bot she had dis­missed.

ANNA (CON­T’D)

(to ro­bot)

What­ever you think.

The ro­bot nods and gets to work.

Liz flicks the lighter again.

ANNA (CON­T’D)

You’ll never burn any­one’s eyes out with that.

Liz ig­nores her. Flick. Spark.

ANNA (CON­T’D)

Would you like a new lighter that works?

Liz looks up.

Grasps the lighter tighter.

LIZ

No.

Anna, in spite of be­ing a ro­bot, sighs.

ANNA

What’s with it, any­way?

Liz glances around.

LIZ

What’s with that, any­way?

She points at a dan­ger­ous look­ing knife, framed on the wall.

It looks al­most alive as light flick­ers across it.

Anna re­gards Liz for a mo­ment.

ANNA

A bad mem­ory.

She looks at the knife.

ANNA (CON­T’D)

What do you know about The Mage?

LIZ

Su­per­heroic ass­hole.

Anna laughs.

ANNA

He and Han­nah were… Well…

(does­n’t want to re­mem­ber)

To­gether, once.

(nos­tal­gic)

They were the only chil­dren for miles in an idyl­lic coun­try­side…

LIZ

You make it sound like you were there.

ANNA

(un­com­fort­able)

No, but I… re­mem­ber it.

Anna sighs.

Her eyes light up and pro­ject im­ages on the wall–it’s im­pos­si­ble for any but her and Liz to see ex­actly what–but her eyes glow in hues of greens and yel­lows.

ANNA (CON­T’D)

It was beau­ti­ful. Grass as tall as they were, and the way the sun would light it all up at sun­set… Over the old barn… Down through the for­est in the West…

Her eyes are alight in the or­ange of sun­set…

ANNA (CON­T’D)

Han­nah al­ways wanted to fly! And with Pe­ter’s magic, they’d sit in the sky on a bed of air and watch as the sun set…

Her eyes turn dark.

ANNA (CON­T’D)

Pe­ter even­tu­ally be­came The Mage.

INT. HAN­NAH’S BED­ROOM - CON­TIN­U­OUS

Han­nah stares at her im­age on the com­puter screen… She stares at the scar across her throat.

ANNA (O.S.)

There was an… Event, once. Pe­ter be­ing an ass­hole… He al­ways liked show­ing off.

BE­GIN FLASH­BACK

EXT. EVENT PLAZA - DAY

Pe­ter stands on the stage as The Mage.

ANNA (O.S.)

Han­nah had just fin­ished her first cre­ation: a fly­ing cube. Pe­ter was only in­ter­ested in at­tract­ing a crowd. Just drug her along; forced her into a dress for the oc­ca­sion, too.

Next to him, hold­ing his hand: Han­nah, in a white and pur­ple dress with a small white mask.

The crowd CHEERS!

ANNA (O.S.)

Then The Shadow came…

BANG!

Half the stage BLOWS UP.

The crowd PAN­ICS as de­bris flies every­where.

They all look to the stage; to Pe­ter!

But all they can see is dust and smoke, and–

A be­ing made of pure shadow.

END FLASH­BACK

INT. HAN­NAH’S BED­ROOM - SUN­SET

Han­nah traces a fin­ger across the scar.

BE­GIN FLASH­BACK

EXT. EVENT PLAZA - DAY

The smoke clears.

The hu­manoid shadow clutches Han­nah, a knife dig­ging into her throat. A trickle of blood flows down Han­nah’s neck.

END FLASH­BACK

INT. HAN­NAH’S BED­ROOM - SUN­SET

Han­nah shuts off the com­puter.

INT. HAN­NAH’S LAB - CON­TIN­U­OUS

Anna stares at the knife, re­mem­ber­ing.

Around her and Liz, the room is tak­ing shape, in blacks, whites, and pur­ples.

ANNA

Pe­ter… Did not re­act well. Said he was too dan­ger­ous. _Magic _was too dan­ger­ous.

Ro­bot or not, she looks like she wants to cry.

She puts a hand up to her metal face.

ANNA (CON­T’D)

Said… Too weak. See­ing… See­ing Han­nah help­less…

She points up at the knife.

ANNA (CON­T’D)

That’s the knife.

She falls silent.

The knife is hid­den as the last wall of the room, al­ready painted and wall­pa­pered, is put into place.

Anna looks up.

She points at the lighter.

ANNA (CON­T’D)

And that?

Liz flicks the lighter.

Spark, no flame.

LIZ

(whis­per)

She’s gone.

Beat.

LIZ (CON­T’D)

The sparks are so small…

Flick.

Spark.

LIZ (CON­T’D)

I want them to burn.

ANNA

I have a flamethrower.

EXT. GOV­ERN­MENT BUILD­ING - NIGHT

Pe­ter strolls up to the front glass doors of the fifty story build­ing in full Mage re­galia.

He waves cheer­fully at a guard in­side.

The guard watches him war­ily.

Pe­ter blinks.

In a FLASH of blue fire, he ap­pears on the other side of the glass.

Im­me­di­ately, the guards point their guns at him.

Pe­ter sum­mons one of the guns. He shoots down two guards.

More guards rush in.

Pe­ter snaps his fin­gers.

The guards all freeze, then shake their head as if to clear them.

Pe­ter walks calmly past them. The guards fol­low.

More guards await in the hall, weapons ready.

The guards be­hind Pe­ter snap their own fin­gers.

The ad­di­tional guards fold in be­hind.

Pe­ter snaps his fin­gers and points up.

Sev­eral guards break off and head up a stair­case.

He points to­wards a hall­way. Guards run off to clear the floor.

He points at two more guards, then at a se­cu­rity cam­era, then makes a slic­ing mo­tion across his neck.

They rush off.

Fi­nally, he ges­tures for the re­main­ing guards to fol­low as he de­scends the stairs.

BE­GIN MON­TAGE

- Guards rush­ing through build­ing

- Guards snap­ping their fin­gers at peo­ple

- Peo­ple pick­ing up weapons and join­ing guards

- Al­most all head­ing down­stairs

- Sev­eral stay­ing to guard of­fice on top floor

INT. GOV­ERN­MENT BUILD­ING SE­CURE STOR­AGE - NIGHT

The re­in­forced vault door EX­PLODES into the room.

Sol­diers stand ready in the room, un­able to see through the smoke.

Then: a ROAR of bul­lets flies through the smoke.

The sol­diers in the room did­n’t have a chance: they all fall dead.

Pe­ter strides in.

The room is very large, and very empty.

Its sole con­tents: at one end, a small rack of the big, bulky, en­ergy weapons.

Pe­ter mo­tions at a few mem­bers of his army.

They grab some ex­plo­sives, and place them on the rack.

They set a timer.

The re­main­ing army–hun­dreds of peo­ple, some guards, some sol­diers, some just of­fice work­ers–fans out in front of him.

Pe­ter snaps his fin­gers.

The en­tire army snaps out of it.

For a mo­ment, they stare at him.

Then, they point their weapons at him.

Pe­ter turns away.

They all col­lapse, dead.

As he leaves, the vault door fixes it­self be­hind him.

He pauses.

BANG!

The wall around the vault door cracks.

INT. GOV­ERN­MENT BUILD­ING - OF­FICE ON TOP FLOOR - NIGHT

The owner of the op­u­lent of­fice–one WILLIAM H. PEM­BER­LEY–hides be­neath his large wooden desk, phone to ear.

The light from the city sky­line out­side streams through the glass bal­cony doors and win­dows.

WILLIAM

(whis­per­ing to phone)

I think I heard an ex­plo­sion. Not sure. It had to be at least fifty floors down… Base­ment maybe? Build­ing ap­pears sta­ble for now…

He takes a peek around his desk to­wards the glass door to his of­fice.

Sol­diers stand at guard out­side, fac­ing to­wards the of­fice.

He ducks back un­der the desk.

WILLIAM (CON­T’D)

Still there. I think magic is con­trol­ling them…

(beat)

When–how far away are you?

He checks his gun.

WILLIAM (CON­T’D)

Hello? Hello?

He peeks around his desk again.

All the sol­diers out­side lie on the ground, dead.

He jumps to his feet.

PE­TER

(be­hind him)

Hello, Will.

William spins around.

WILLIAM

(re­lieved)

Mage! Thank– thank God!

PE­TER

Please sit, Will.

WILLIAM

Some­thing–magic… Took over every­one, they–

He mo­tions at the guards.

PE­TER

(hap­pily)

It’s all taken care of. Let’s have a drink to cel­e­brate. While we wait for the oth­ers to ar­rive.

Pe­ter con­jures two glasses with ice.

He pours William’s own Chivas.

William hes­i­tantly reaches out for the glass.

WILLIAM

I’m not sure it’s ap­pro­pri­ate…

PE­TER

It’s al­right William. This all must be so stress­ful.

Still dazed, William downs the whiskey.

Pe­ter takes his own sip.

PE­TER (CON­T’D)

Food and drink, they are amaz­ing things. Out of all the things in this world, they are the most sus­cep­ti­ble to magic.

The higher the qual­ity… the bet­ter the chef… the bet­ter the in­gre­di­ents… bet­ter the magic takes.

He sa­vors the taste in his mouth.

PE­TER (CON­T’D)

Not that I need such crutches. I got enough power in my pinky to twist this here en­tire build­ing into a pret­zel.

Pe­ter gazes lov­ingly at the drink left in the glass.

PE­TER (CON­T’D)

Still… There are so many things I could do… I could en­chant the liq­uid al­ready flow­ing down your throat and into your stom­ach. I could turn it into lead…

The con­tents of the glass shift to lead, then–

PE­TER (CON­T’D)

Or mer­cury.

(beat)

I could freeze it. Shape it.

Back to drink. It freezes.

The frozen liq­uid snakes up­wards like tree branches. The points are sharp–

The icy branch falls back into the glass as dozens of tiny spi­ders. They scurry around the glass.

PE­TER (CON­T’D)

I could turn it into spi­ders that would de­vour you from within… Or a snake that would make you its home.

The snake HISSES.

William gazes at it, hor­ri­fied and con­fused.

WILLIAM

Why–what–

PE­TER

But y’­know? I’d so much rather do this.

The liq­uid from the glass rises into the air.

William tries to stand.

Pe­ter mo­tions down­wards. William is slammed back into his chair.

The bub­ble of liq­uid grows larger and larger un­til it sur­rounds William’s head.

PE­TER (CON­T’D)

You screwed up the deal. You had to keep one lit­tle girl happy, and you blew it.

William strug­gles against in­vis­i­ble bonds as the bub­ble of liquor cuts off his air sup­ply.

PE­TER (CON­T’D)

Hush now. Every­thing will be okay…

(beat)

Tell me: do you like cheese­cake and coun­try?

INT. HIGH-END RESTAU­RANT IN NYC HIGH-RISE - NIGHT

The King drops a large speaker onto a table.

She presses a but­ton.

Coun­try mu­sic be­gins to play.

Every­one in the restau­rant looks around in con­fu­sion.

They spot The King.

She snaps her fin­gers.

The lights flicker out.

Peo­ple be­gin to SCREAM.

KING

EVERY­BODY STAY CALM!

The moon­light streams in through the gi­ant win­dows.

The King’s out­line can just barely be seen.

KING (CON­T’D)

No-one needs to get hurt. I just need one per­son. And you are go­ing to bring them to me. I have to be some­where in…

She checks her wrist, even though she has no watch.

KING (CON­T’D)

Three min­utes. That gives you two.

BY­STANDER

I’ll die be­fore you take me!

BOOM!

A flash of blue from one of the can­nons, and the by­stander crashes through a win­dow into the night.

The King be­gins walk­ing through the restau­rant.

KING (CON­T’D)

Not you. Id­iot.

(beat)

I need one per­son, and you are go­ing to give them to me. Do you know why?

Her voice seems to come from every­where; a whis­per, a shout.

KING (CON­T’D)

Be­cause I… I am your King. In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is King…

The fire in her eyes flashes.

KING (CON­T’D)

And I’ve got two eyes.

She reaches for some­thing, then brings it to her mouth.

The moon­light glints off the white cheese­cake.

She sa­vors the taste.

KING (CON­T’D)

Bring me the cheese­cake chef.

INT. HAN­NAH’S BED­ROOM - NIGHT

Han­nah emerges from a hid­den door.

She closes it be­hind her. It looks like any other sec­tion of wall.

In her hand she holds a thick BRACELET. Lines of en­ergy run across it.

She leans against the wall and takes a deep breath.

HAN­NAH

(to self)

For­get… For­get…

The bracelet in her hand frames an IN­FIN­ITY SYM­BOL on the wall. It wants to glow… It flick­ers… It fades.

Han­nah’s eyes close. She takes a deep breath.

She grabs a hand­ful of small chrome spheres from a box next to her. She tosses them into the air.

She takes a step from the wall.

The spheres whir around her with a soft hum.

She reaches a hand out.

A sphere stops to rest on the tip of her fin­ger.

She shakes her­self out of her trance.

The spheres fall to the ground.

The in­fin­ity sym­bol GLOWS again.

INT. HAN­NAH’S LAB - NIGHT

Han­nah de­scends the stairs, hold­ing the bracelet.

WHOOSH!

The smell hits Han­nah as she reaches the foot of the stairs.

LIZ (O.S.)

It’s like fire, but sticky!

ANNA (O.S.)

I know!

Han­nah lo­cates the pair in the other room.

Liz has a flamethrower. It’s not a nor­mal flamethrower. It’s a flamethrower a blood­thirsty ro­bot would build. Gi­ant. Arm-mounted. No sep­a­rate gas tank.

Point your arm, pull the trig­ger, and sticky liq­uid fire sprays.

HAN­NAH

Put this on.

She shoves the bracelet at Liz.

HAN­NAH (CON­T’D)

It’ll hide your… Sig­na­ture, so to speak.

LIZ

Where did you get it?

HAN­NAH

I… Yuli–

(beat)

A bot made it. It works against my de­tec­tors. It should work against–who­ever that was.

LIZ

The King.

(beat)

That’s what she calls her­self.

Liz looks down, low­er­ing her flamethrower.

LIZ (CON­T’D)

Am I… Are you… Do I have to go?

(whis­per)

Again?

Han­nah turns to look Liz in the eyes.

HAN­NAH

Are you ready to go out there? To face the evils of Magic? To fight, and, most likely, die?

Han­nah turns to the win­dow and ob­serves the sky­line.

LIZ

No.

Han­nah looks back at Liz.

EXT. GOV­ERN­MENT BUILD­ING - OF­FICE ON TOP FLOOR - NIGHT

The mo­tor­cy­cle lands silently on the bal­cony.

Han­nah and Liz climb off.

The flamethrower is strapped onto Liz’s back.

Han­nah tries the door.

It’s locked.

She peeks through the win­dow.

HAN­NAH

He looks dead.

In­side, William is slumped over his desk.

HAN­NAH (CON­T’D)

Don’t nor­mally get my hands dirty, but–

She grabs Liz, bends her over, and slams her flamethrower-first through the door.

The pro­trud­ing flamethrower head shat­ters the glass.

INT. GOV­ERN­MENT BUILD­ING - OF­FICE ON TOP FLOOR - CON­TIN­U­OUS

Liz stares at William.

Han­nah stalks around the room, look­ing for some­thing.

LIZ

Did he… He looks like he…

(quiet)

Drowned.

HAN­NAH

And you’d know?

Beat.

LIZ

It’s what they did to her…

Liz stares. Her hand reaches for her lighter…

HAN­NAH

Once… a long time ago… I man­aged to in­jure a mag­i­cal per­son. More of an ac­ci­dent than any­thing, but…

She nods at William.

HAN­NAH (CON­T’D)

A few months ago, William thought the gov­ern­ment and I could work to­gether to fight the bas­tards.

(beat)

That has not ended well.

Beat.

ANNA (O.S.)

(over ear­piece)

William said he thought he heard an ex­plo­sion from the base­ment.

Han­nah looks at the bod­ies out­side the of­fice door.

She grabs Liz and pulls her back onto the mo­tor­cy­cle.

VROOM!

She dri­ves it through the of­fice, through the hall­way.

A mis­sile BLASTS open the door to an es­cape stair­way.

She floats in be­tween the lev­els, over the nar­row gap be­tween each half-flight of stairs.

It’s not wide enough to de­scend.

BANG BANG BANG BANG!

She fires weapons. The stair­case be­low EX­PLODES.

The mo­tor­cy­cle de­scends, blast­ing its way down in a whirl of blasted metal and ce­ment.

Each time a piece of de­bris gets too close, a beam of en­ergy de­stroys it.

INT. BOT­TOM OF STAIR­WAY - NIGHT

The mo­tor­cy­cle lands on a pile of rub­ble.

Han­nah BLASTS a path through the door.

Han­nah and Liz dis­mount. They ap­proach the vault.

The door is de­stroyed.

In­side: The King, bod­ies strewn all around her.

Han­nah pulls Liz back from the en­trance.

The hall is lined with clos­ets. Han­nah pulls Liz into one.

They hold their breaths.

KING (O.C.)

Eliz­a­beth, will you not come home with me?

The King’s heavy foot­steps echo from the hall­way out­side.

Han­nah re­moves a sphere from her pocket.

She slides it un­der the crack in the door.

HAN­NAH

(whis­per)

Anna!

ANNA

(over ear­piece, qui­etly)

On it…

Out­side the closet, the small sphere floats silently away.

KING (O.C.)

Eliz­a­beth… Will you not let me save you?

HAN­NAH

(whis­per to Liz)

Say some­thing.

LIZ

(whis­per)

What?

HAN­NAH

(whis­per)

Qui­etly.

LIZ

(at nor­mal vol­ume)

Who are you?

The King turns and stalks to­wards the closet.

KING

I would be your King, Eliz­a­beth. I would be your Mother.

The King reaches for the door­knob.

KING (CON­T’D)

Eliz­a­beth, I would not leave you. I would not make you leave.

She opens the closet.

In­side is the sphere.

She smiles and shakes her head.

She turns and be­gins check­ing door by door down the hall.

KING (CON­T’D)

I would not judge you, Eliz­a­beth, my dear. I would only help you.

She opens an­other door. An­other.

One more…

WHOOSH!

A blast of flame shoots at her.

She SCREAMS in pain. The sticky, flam­ing liq­uid has coated her arm.

Liz and Han­nah scurry past her.

KING (CON­T’D)

AH­H­H­H­HHH!

She screws her eyes shut.

Blue flames over­power the or­ange ones.

They dis­ap­pear.

Her skin is hor­ri­bly burnt…

And then, it heals.

KING (CON­T’D)

I do not wish to hurt you, Eliz­a­beth…

But Eliz­a­beth is al­ready gone.

The fly­ing mo­tor­cy­cle shoots up­wards through the fifty sto­ries of de­stroyed stair­case.

EXT. ROOF - NIGHT

The roof EX­PLODES!

The mo­tor­cy­cle SHOOTS through the newly-cre­ated hole and into the night sky.

EXT. SKY - DAWN

Liz stares at the be­gin­nings of the sun­rise as they fly through the sky on the mo­tor­cy­cle.

Han­nah no­tices.

She speeds up.

EXT. ROOF OF FLY, INC. SKY­SCRAPER - DAWN

The two watch the sun­rise from the roof of the sky­scraper.

Slowly, Han­nah reaches for Liz’s hand.

Think­ing bet­ter of it, she pulls it back.

EXT. ROOF OF FLY, INC. SKY­SCRAPER - LATER

Han­nah puts a hand on Liz’s shoul­der.

HAN­NAH

(softly)

Let’s go.