This is part three 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 and Su­pervil­lain Lover: Part 2

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



INT. HO­TEL - PRES­I­DEN­TIAL SUITE - MORN­ING

Pe­ter ap­pears in a blast of blue flame.

PRES­I­DENT

You are not wel­come.

The Se­cret Ser­vice raise their weapons with trep­i­da­tion.

PE­TER

I’m sorry. I did what I had to. But I’m still sorry.

He ap­pears le­git­i­mately con­trite.

PRES­I­DENT

You killed a lot of peo­ple.

Pe­ter shuf­fles his feet.

PE­TER

I, uh, brought you…

He puts a pa­per box in front of the Pres­i­dent.

The Pres­i­dent sighs.

He peeks in the box.

PRES­I­DENT

In the morn­ing?

He opens the box, ex­tracts a fork.

He lifts a bite of cheese­cake to his mouth.

PE­TER

Look, magic is a threat, and you _do _need Han­nah’s weapons to fight it.

An aide en­ters.

He gulps ner­vously at see­ing Pe­ter.

AIDE

Sir… She’s on the phone.

The Pres­i­dent sig­nals “Go ahead.”

Sta­tic shows on the screen, then Han­nah’s face.

PRES­I­DENT

Han­nah.

Han­nah sees Pe­ter. She frowns.

HAN­NAH

I’m sur­prised you’re work­ing with him.

PRES­I­DENT

I don’t have much choice.

HAN­NAH

The King at­tacked The Com­plex.

PRES­I­DENT

The King?

HAN­NAH

That’s what she calls her­self.

She cuts off the con­nec­tion.

PRES­I­DENT

This “King” de­stroyed the weapons, Pe­ter. And I don’t think Han­nah is go­ing to give us more.

(beat)

We could­n’t even fig­ure out how they worked. They’re…

PE­TER

Amaz­ing.

(smiles softly to self)

Like her.

The Pres­i­dent smiles softly.

He glances at the desk drawer.

They sit qui­etly for a mo­ment as The Pres­i­dent chews a bite of cheese­cake.

PRES­I­DENT

(to self)

Why chefs?

PE­TER

Chefs?

The Pres­i­dent licks his fork.

PRES­I­DENT (CON­T’D)

This “King” per­son… For some rea­son, it would seem she also kid­napped a few dozen chefs last night.

INT. IN­DUS­TRIAL KITCHEN - EARLY MORN­ING

Many chefs look at their plates of food ner­vously.

KING

Come now, my sub­jects… You know I did­n’t poi­son your meal…

She grins.

KING (CON­T’D)

You pre­pared them your­selves, af­ter all.

She loses the smile.

KING (CON­T’D)

Eat!

No-one moves.

She glares.

She picks one ran­domly and snaps her fin­gers at him.

His eyes widen.

Then, he SCREAMS!

His screams turn to gur­gles as he chokes on boil­ing blood as it be­gins to pour from his mouth.

KING (CON­T’D)

You still have enough of your last meal in you for me to do what­ever I want with you. Now EAT!

She smiles as they rush to dig in.

KING (CON­T’D)

When you’ve fin­ished, you’ll find a stock­pile of ex­plo­sives in the next room. Grab a bag each.

She turns to leave.

KING (CON­T’D)

We’re go­ing to have a lit­tle fun.

INT. HAN­NAH’S LAB - EARLY MORN­ING

Han­nah gazes out at the city be­low.

Her hand presses against the glass.

HAN­NAH

I want to drop it all. I want to fly away.

LIZ

What about me?

Han­nah turns to Liz.

HAN­NAH

You could come with me.

LIZ

I would.

HAN­NAH

You would fly away with me? The two of us, to for­get and be for­got­ten to­gether…

Han­nah smiles sadly.

She looks back out at the city.

LIZ

Are we…

Han­nah shakes her head.

HAN­NAH

If we’re go­ing to run away from every­thing and into the world, we’ll need a world to run in to.

Han­nah turns to Anna.

HAN­NAH (CON­T’D)

Show us.

INT. HAN­NAH’S LAB - OUT­SIDE EL­E­VA­TOR - EARLY MORN­ING

Silently, they en­ter the gi­gan­tic glass el­e­va­tor.

Anna walks over to the con­trol panel.

She opens a se­cret panel.

In­side: a red lever, la­belled “DO NOT PULL.”

She smiles.

She pulls the lever.

The el­e­va­tor drops.

INT. GLASS EL­E­VA­TOR - CON­TIN­U­OUS

They drop at break­neck speed.

Floors pass by, and then, they’re un­der­ground.

Down, down, down, and then–

INT. AN­NA’S LAB - OUT­SIDE EL­E­VA­TOR - CON­TIN­U­OUS

An­na’s lab is a de­monic ver­sion of Han­nah’s Lab. Fewer giz­mos or gad­gets, more mur­der­ous weapons.

Spi­der-like crawl­ing ve­hi­cles, gi­ant guns, high-tech throw­ing spears, ex­oskele­ton ar­mor…

Spot­lights il­lu­mi­nate the cre­ations in the oth­er­wise dark, ex­pan­sive room.

ANNA

Now ob­vi­ously you can’t fight.

HAN­NAH

We don’t have time to learn.

ANNA

This suit will do it for you.

The ar­mor is made of many sharp metal plates.

A piece made to fit the up­per arm has a cir­cu­lar hole where some miss­ing piece should fit…

ANNA (CON­T’D)

With… Cer­tain help…

She glances at Han­nah.

ANNA (CON­T’D)

It can know what you want it to do–what you _need _it to do. This bit…

She holds up the an­gu­lar hel­met.

ANNA (CON­T’D)

Can talk with your brain. It will let you know what it can do, and what it can­not do.

LIZ

Could… could I try?

Anna pauses for a mo­ment.

She glance at the hole in the arm­piece.

ANNA (CON­T’D)

(un­com­fort­able; point­edly to Han­nah)

They need cores.

Han­nah nods.

HAN­NAH

I’ll get them.

LIZ

Cores?

HAN­NAH

We’ll both need a suit.

Anna hefts an en­ergy weapon off the table.

LIZ

That’s… It looks like…

Han­nah nods.

LIZ (CON­T’D)

It did­n’t feel very good.

ANNA

It’s not sup­posed to. It will kill, af­ter enough hits, and un­til then hurt like heck. Seems to at­tack their magic _and _body.

(lov­ingly)

This en­ergy weapon is slightly more ad­vanced than the one that shot you, though. For ex­am­ple…

She lets it go. It con­tin­ues float­ing in mid-air.

ANNA (CON­T’D)

It should com­mu­ni­cate with your hel­met, and like the suit, just know what you need it to do.

LIZ

Why not a gun?

HAN­NAH

Did you no­tice the ef­fec­tive­ness of your flamethrower against her?

LIZ

But there has to be some­thing–

HAN­NAH

Magic is squir­relly. Noth­ing non-mag­i­cal can hurt them.

Liz looks at the en­ergy weapon.

LIZ

And that?

HAN­NAH (CON­T’D)

Ex­cept that. A vari­ant of the en­ergy used to make all of my de­vices fly hap­pens to be an en­ergy that can hurt the beasts.

LIZ

Beasts?

HAN­NAH

Clearly you’ve never dated one.

Liz blinks.

HAN­NAH (CON­T’D)

Trans­porta­tion?

Anna grins.

She points to a gi­ant, twenty foot tall metal spi­der.

An an­gu­lar cock­pit nests in­side a spher­i­cal metal frame­work, to which long, sharp, metal legs are at­tached.

ANNA

The legs ro­tate freely around the body. It can crawl on a ceil­ing, down a wall, and across the floor, and you in the cock­pit can stay up­right the whole time.

HAN­NAH

I don’t think it would fit in a room, much less on a ceil­ing…

Anna snaps her fin­gers.

The legs col­lapse, low­er­ing the cock­pit in its spher­i­cal frame­work un­til it is inches from the ground.

It is now not much larger than an SUV.

ANNA

The frame­work ro­tates around the cock­pit too…

She smiles widely.

ANNA

Also, it can fly.

EXT. BROOK­LYN BRIDGE - MORN­ING

The cars roll along. Traf­fic is not at its best, but at least it is­n’t rush hour.

The King ap­pears in the mid­dle of the road!

SCREECH! The fast ap­proach­ing car tries to stop, but–

BOOM!

One shot from The King’s shoul­der can­non stops it dead in its tracks!

CRASH! CRUNCH! It’s a pileup!

BOOM!

An­other shot, an­other car crashes up through the pedes­trian walk­way.

It tum­bles over into the Man­hat­tan-bound lanes.

EXT. TOWER BRIDGE - AF­TER­NOON

It’s a rare bright and sunny day in Lon­don.

BOOM! CRASH! BOOM! CRUNCH!

Blasts of blue fire crash cars into each other. Traf­fic is stopped.

The King stalks through the car­nage.

EXT. BIXBY BRIDGE, BIG SUR, C.A. - EARLY MORN­ING

It’s a dis­as­ter. Torn-up cars every­where.

The King sig­nals with her hand.

BANG! BANG!

An ex­plo­sion at each end of the bridge sev­ers it from the land on ei­ther side.

EXT. SYD­NEY HAR­BOR BRIDGE - AF­TER MID­NIGHT

Each end of the bridge has been de­stroyed.

The King claps her hands to­gether.

It’s al­ready dark, but some­how, it’s get­ting darker.

The lights on the bridge flicker out; the lights from land grow dim…

EXT. BROOK­LYN BRIDGE - MORN­ING

Shadow en­velops the bridge.

The sky, the land, and the East River all darken.

EXT. TOWER BRIDGE - AF­TER­NOON

It’s as dark as night.

Car lights come on.

The King turns in place.

Car lights flicker off and on as she turns. Wher­ever she faces, they flicker out.

She is il­lu­mi­nated only from be­hind.

FLASH!

The shadow flick­ers–the bright, out­side world of Lon­don shows through for a split-sec­ond.

It’s not a ray of hope. It’s dis­ori­ent­ing.

Her voice car­ries as a whis­per into every ear.

KING

My sub­jects…

She blows a car off the bridge.

FLASH!

EXT. BIXBY BRIDGE, BIG SUR, C.A. - EARLY MORN­ING

Dark, then… BOOM! FLASH! A car flies off the bridge, clear out to the ocean!

BOOM! Dark again, An­other flies into dark­ness!

BOOM! An­other!

KING (CON­T’D)

There is some­thing I want, and you are go­ing to give it to me.

The King glances through a car win­dow.

The head­lights of the cars be­hind her dimly il­lu­mi­nate the dri­ver. He tries not to look at her.

KING (CON­T’D)

Do you know why?

BLACK.

KING (O.S.)

Be­cause I am your King.

INT. HAN­NAH’S BED­ROOM - MORN­ING

The hid­den door closes be­hind Han­nah.

She breathes heav­ily, lean­ing against the wall.

The in­fin­ity sym­bol GLOWS.

She holds a large black metal box in her arms.

BRI­ANNA, a ro­bot, knocks on the the en­try­way.

It takes her a mo­ment, but Han­nah looks up.

HAN­NAH

Yes, Bri­anna?

BRI­ANNA

There’s been a… Thing.

INT. HAN­NAH’S LAB - COM­MAND CEN­TER - DAY

The Pres­i­den­t’s face stares from the largest of the many mon­i­tors in the still-un­der-con­struc­tion com­mand cen­ter.

Ro­bots scurry around every­where build­ing the re­main­ing parts.

PRES­I­DENT

Five min­utes. FIVE MIN­UTES! A dozen bridges… There must be dozens–hun­dreds–She was _lit­er­ally _in mul­ti­ple places at once–

(to some­one off-screen)

Shut them all down!

(beat)

Es­pe­cially that one!

Han­nah is not in a good mood.

HAN­NAH

And what do you want me to do about it?

PRES­I­DENT

We need your weapons.

Han­nah snarls and slams a but­ton.

The con­nec­tion cuts off.

The black box is on the table in front of her. She pushes it to­wards Anna.

INT. PRES­I­DEN­TIAL SUITE - DAY

The Pres­i­dent slams his fist against the desk.

He takes a deep breath.

PRES­I­DENT

(to aide)

Get the Mage here. Now.

AL­BERT

I do not–

PRES­I­DENT

The an­gel won’t an­swer. To who else can I turn but the devil?

INT. HAN­NAH’S LAB - COM­MAND CEN­TER - MORN­ING

The com­mand cen­ter is al­most com­plete.

HAN­NAH

There’s one bridge she has­n’t hit yet.

An­na’s metal fin­gers tap on the black box.

ANNA

It’s across the coun­try.

HAN­NAH

How long?

ANNA

In a Spi­der? Thirty min­utes.

Liz’s mouth drops open.

INT. COCK­PIT - MORN­ING

Han­nah and Liz are in ar­mor.

The miss­ing piece has been filled: on their arms, glow­ing IN­FIN­ITY signs are trapped in cir­cles.

Han­nah pi­lots.

The ship shakes as it flies at three thou­sand miles per hour.

EXT. GOLDEN GATE BRIDGE - CON­TIN­U­OUS

It’s bright out.

The King ap­pears on the bridge.

She takes a deep breath.

ANNA (O.S.)

(through ra­dio)

It’s be­gin­ning.

BOOM! A car flies off the bridge.

BOOM! An­other! BOOM!

ANNA (O.S.) (CON­T’D)

Still five min­utes away. She’ll be done by then.

INT. COCK­PIT - CON­TIN­U­OUS

Han­nah smiles.

HAN­NAH

No… This one’s spe­cial.

EXT. SAN FRAN­CISCO FLY, INC. STORE - DAY

The gi­ant, spa­cious store is busy, as usual.

The ro­bots in­side sell the amaz­ing gad­gets to the peo­ple.

ANNA (O.S.)

(through ra­dio)

Bring­ing spi­ders from lo­cal store to flank you…

The ro­bots herd the peo­ple to the sides of the build­ing.

A rum­ble, then… BOOM!

The back wall ex­plodes.

Two spi­der-craft, their legs swept back par­al­lel with the ground, rocket out of the store.

EXT. GOLDEN GATE BRIDGE - CON­TIN­U­OUS

The King stands in the mid­dle of the road.

Car­nage sur­rounds her.

Cars piled up on each other burn in blazes of blue flame.

KING

Come on, Mage! Come to your King!

She blasts an­other car.

It flies along the bridge, land­ing in front of the block­ade of po­lice cars at the end.

KING (CON­T’D)

Come, Mage! Come to mother!

PE­TER

I’m here.

The King smiles, and turns around to face Pe­ter.

She glances at the sky, and smiles wider still.

Two smaller spi­der-crafts flank a gi­gan­tic one.

The King takes care­ful aim with her shoul­der can­nons.

She waits for a mo­ment, then–

BOOM!

Aim again, and an­other BOOM!

Grin­ning, she watches as the blue fire­balls hit first one, then the other flank­ing craft.

The crafts be­gin to fall.

CRASH!

The first hits one end of the bridge.

Po­lice cars in the block­ade fly through the air as the bridge’s con­nec­tion to land is sev­ered.

CRASH!

The sec­ond takes out the other end.

The King turns back to Pe­ter, and–

KING

ARGH!

She flies through the air as a blue fire­ball hits her squarely in the face.

Pe­ter stalks up to her.

He fires an­other fire­ball, then an­other.

INT. COCK­PIT - CON­TIN­U­OUS

LIZ

Just her? Or Pe­ter…?

HAN­NAH

(hes­i­tates)

Pe­ter…

(beat)

Both. It uses magic, it dies.

Liz glances at Han­nah war­ily.

Han­nah puts her hand on a lever.

HAN­NAH

Ready?

LIZ

No.

Liz puts her hand over Han­nah’s, and pulls the lever.

EXT. GOLDEN GATE BRIDGE - CON­TIN­U­OUS

The King gath­ers a fire­ball in her own hands as Pe­ter does the same.

They throw them.

Two con­tin­u­ous streams of fire CLASH be­tween them, lock­ing them to­gether.

The fire swirls around them.

Han­nah and Liz LAND in crouches, one on ei­ther side of Pe­ter and The King.

Both have an en­ergy weapon on each arm.

As Pe­ter and The King fire on each other, Han­nah and Liz fire on Pe­ter and The King.

The King and Pe­ter grunt as the or­ange beams of en­ergy hit the swirling fire about them.

The four are con­nected by light and magic: blue fire be­tween The King and Pe­ter, and con­tin­u­ous beams of or­ange en­ergy from them to Han­nah and Liz.

The blue flame be­gins fight­ing the or­ange beams of en­ergy, push­ing it back to­wards Han­nah and Liz’s weapons.

The King grins as the weapons shake in Han­nah and Liz’s hands.

Han­nah and Liz take a step for­ward each. The en­ergy moves back to­wards The King and Pe­ter.

KING

(yelling while grunt­ing)

MY… SUB­JECTS…

The sky starts to flicker into dark­ness.

KING (CON­T’D)

I… AM… YOUR…

It’s as dark as night, the only light comes from the en­ergy swirling around the com­bat­ants.

She thrusts her arms up­wards.

The blue fire and or­ange en­ergy SWIRLS around her and then ERUPTS!

ROAR!

KING (CON­T’D)

(mag­i­cally am­pli­fied)

KING!

The fire and en­ergy spreads in­sanely fast. In sec­onds, the whole bridge is alight!

The King slams her hands to­gether, and the bridge’s sup­port columns be­gin to bend and col­lapse.

A shot of or­ange en­ergy from Liz hits The King’s arm.

KING (CON­T’D)

ARGH!

The King holds the arm loosely at her side.

She glares at Liz and with her other hand, fires a blue fire­ball from her shoul­der can­non.

The ca­bles hold­ing up the bridge be­gin to snap.

KING (CON­T’D)

(catch­ing breath)

Come to me, my sub­jects!

The grin is back.

Her eyes glow malev­o­lently.

KING (CON­T’D)

Come to me, or drown!

They plunge into the wa­ter.

EXT. UN­DER­WA­TER - CON­TIN­U­OUS

The wa­ter is vi­o­lent as ce­ment, cars, and peo­ple plum­met into it.

Liz and Han­nah are knocked around like dolls, tum­bling through the wa­ter. Which way is up?

Their world is the ROAR of the wa­ter.

The wa­ter be­gins to calm, then a gi­ant piece of ce­ment SLAMS into Liz.

The King ap­pears un­af­fected by the chaotic wa­ter and de­bris around her.

Around her, some bod­ies are sus­pended in bub­bles of air.

A cou­ple man­ages to es­cape their sink­ing car.

The King glances at them.

She mo­tions at one. A bub­ble of air forms around her.

Her friend is not so lucky. He tries to swim for the sur­face, but–

A piece of rub­ble smashes into his head.

He falls.

The King smiles.

She turns to Liz.

The blue flames in her eyes shine on Liz like a spot­light.

She calmly reaches a hand to­wards Liz… Only a few yards away…

Pe­ter swims fran­ti­cally to­wards Han­nah.

A loud, low RUM­BLE over­comes the roar of the wa­ter.

The gi­ant metal spi­der crawls along the sur­face be­low.

Its pin­cers grab Liz and Han­nah.

It blasts from the wa­ter.

INT. WARE­HOUSE - NIGHT

The King stands in­side the dimly-lit ware­house.

But there’s six of her!

There are at least fifty peo­ple–each stares at The King clos­est to them.

Then, an­other King steps into the ware­house.

All eyes dart to her.

The other Kings melt down to­wards the floor, out-of-sight. What­ever they be­came star­tles The King’s au­di­ence.

KING

Do not move. I would have to kill you.

Be­hind her, her army of chefs roll in carts of food.

The carts form a table.

It’s a ver­i­ta­ble feast!

KING (CON­T’D)

You may eat. Let me as­sure you, my sub­jects… the food is of the high­est qual­ity.

Chairs are brought in.

KING (CON­T’D)

If you do not ac­cept my lovely gift… If I should find that you deemed your­selves too good for some crumb of this meal…

She steps up to a twelve-year-old, and grips her by the neck.

KING (CON­T’D)

Then you will find that my mercy that keeps you alive will run out early.

The King re­leases the twelve-year-old. The girl’s par­ents hug her.

KING (CON­T’D)

Bon ap­pétit!

She dis­ap­pears.

INT. PRES­I­DEN­TIAL SUITE - AF­TER­NOON

The Pres­i­dent is not con­vinced.

PRES­I­DENT

If they are so great and pow­er­ful, why aren’t you dead?

PE­TER

Much more and I would have been. The magic flow­ing around us saved us–

PRES­I­DENT

I don’t know how you pro­pose get­ting us the weapons–

PE­TER

Take them.

The Pres­i­dent looks at Pe­ter and shakes his head.

PRES­I­DENT

You re­ally have no idea, do you?

(beat)

Get out. GET OUT!

Pe­ter glares.

He dis­ap­pears.

The Pres­i­dent opens the drawer. Pulls out the chain.

He holds the tears-shaped pen­dant in his hand. One one side is writ­ten: AL­WAYS.

He flips it over. On the other: RE­MEM­BER.

He traces his fin­gers over it.

The Pres­i­dent downs some hard liquor.

PRES­I­DENT (CON­T’D)

(to self)

He has no idea. And nei­ther does she.