INT. LIZ’S BED­ROOM IN HAN­NAH’S LAB - LATE AF­TER­NOON

Liz is lay­ing on her bed, de­pressed.

Pieces of her ar­mor lay across the floor.

For the dozenth time:

HAN­NAH

Are you sure you’re al­right?

LIZ

I’m fine!

HAN­NAH

I saw it; it was huge–

LIZ

The ar­mor must have stopped it.

She flicks her lighter. Spark.

LIZ (CON­T’D)

(quiet)

We barely even hurt her.

HAN­NAH

We’ll do it.

(beat)

We can do it.

LIZ

We should just lock our­selves away.

Han­nah stares out the win­dow.

She puts her hand on the glass.

HAN­NAH

Din­ner.

LIZ

What?

HAN­NAH

Din­ner. You. Me. Out.

LIZ

And who’d be open on a day like to­day?

HAN­NAH

Din­ner in Paris?

LIZ

It’s past mid­night over there.

(beat)

And they were hit, too.

Han­nah forces a smile.

HAN­NAH

Here, then. The ro­bots can make some­thing nice. Ital­ian?

She turns to a ro­bot. There’s al­ways one hid­ing about. It’s rather creepy.

HAN­NAH (CON­T’D)

Nice dark woods, don’t you think, and you could make some table­cloths–Amer­i­can-Ital­ian, that is…

She looks back at Liz.

Liz is still star­ing at her lighter.

HAN­NAH (CON­T’D)

On sec­ond thought, maybe steak. A steak­house.

The ro­bot is nod­ding along. It pro­jects an im­age onto the wall.

HAN­NAH (CON­T’D)

Or per­haps Mex­i­can? Amer­i­can? Can’t go wrong there, burg­ers and milk­shakes? Pizza?

Liz is un­re­spon­sive.

Han­nah kneels next to Liz’s bed.

HAN­NAH (CON­T’D)

What do you want? I can do it. I can make any of it. I’ll do it. I don’t know why but I will be­cause I want–I want–Please? Liz?

LIZ

Her eyes.

(beat)

I want her eyes and my lighter and I want to burn them–burn her while you stab her in the gut with that knife–I want… I want…

HAN­NAH

Knife–

LIZ

Anna told me, and I don’t know why, but I know she de­serves it–

HAN­NAH

It would­n’t help. Mag­i­cal peo­ple can’t be killed by knives or lighters.

LIZ

It’d still hurt.

HAN­NAH

(small smile)

I sup­pose it would. You know, be­fore I res­cued you, I shot Pe­ter, twice.

Liz fi­nally looks at Han­nah.

They’re very close.

Anna knocks.

ANNA

There’s a–there’s a thing. Down­town store.

(beat)

It’s her.

EXT. FLY, INC. STORE - LATE AF­TER­NOON

The store is the only open shop in the city.

It has twenty-foot ceil­ings and a gi­ant glass front.

For all it’s space, there’s no-one there but the ro­bots.

Be­tween the open glass doors: The King, weapons ready.

EXT. AL­LEY BE­HIND STORE - CON­TIN­U­OUS

TWO FIG­URES step from the shad­ows.

The first takes a large marker.

He draws a glow­ing white square on the wall.

The light from the square glows brighter and brighter un­til…

HISS.

With a scrap­ing sound, the square seg­ment of wall slides out, and then, away.

Sur­prised ro­bot faces peer from the back room of the shop through the gi­ant hole in the wall.

Sud­denly, the room be­comes very busy.

Ma­chines are be­ing as­sem­bled. Weapons.

The sec­ond fig­ure tosses a dark, wa­tery sphere in­side.

The first hits the seg­ment of wall again.

The wall SLIDES back into place.

INT. FLY, INC. SHOP BACK ROOM - CON­TIN­U­OUS

A ro­bot grabs the wa­tery sphere.

It throws the sphere as hard as it can at the hole in the wall… But it’s too late. It al­ready closed.

The sphere hits the wall, and then–

Sud­denly, the en­tire room is un­der­wa­ter.

Eerie si­lence.

The wa­ter is still.

A small but rec­og­niz­able part of the Golden Gate Bridge has crushed the al­most-com­plete weaponry.

The ro­bots fall, short-cir­cuited, to the floor.

One ro­bot–per­haps more ad­vanced–sur­vives.

It looks up…

A car sinks through the wa­ter to­wards it.

The car crushes the ro­bot against the ground.

The dri­ver is dead.

In the mid­dle of the wa­ter, dozens more float, life­less.

INT. FLY, INC. SHOP - CON­TIN­U­OUS

The door to the back room is made of metal, but is not in­tended to hold a room full of wa­ter at bay.

Wa­ter leaks from be­low.

The ro­bots in the shop are not sure whether to worry about that, or their newest cus­tomer: The King.

BOOM!

The King de­stroys a ro­bot in an ex­plo­sion of blue flame.

A PAN­ICKED RO­BOT tries to ap­pease her.

She ad­vances on it, and it keeps back­ing away.

PAN­ICKED RO­BOT

It does­n’t work like that–

KING

We both know it can.

PAN­ICKED RO­BOT

The tele­vi­sion di­vi­sion is en­tirely sep­a­rate–

KING

Yours is the only sta­tion still run­ning. Am I not news­wor­thy enough?

PAN­ICKED RO­BOT

I’m not say­ing–

The ro­bot bumps into the door to the back room.

Wa­ter streams out from un­der­neath as the door groans.

The King calmly side­steps just be­fore–

CRASH!

The door gives way. It SLAMS into the ro­bot as wa­ter pours into the room.

None of the wa­ter seems to touch The King.

She turns to an­other ro­bot.

KING

NOW!

It turns to look The King right in the eye. Its en­tire de­meanor is changed.

RO­BOT

You’re on in ten.

KING

Show me.

The ro­bot does­n’t look away, but points at an­other, which has be­gun pro­ject­ing the news on the wall.

On the news, the RO­BOT NEWS AN­CHOR an­nounces.

INT. PRES­I­DEN­TIAL SUITE - CON­TIN­U­OUS

The Pres­i­dent re­gards the screen.

RO­BOT NEWS AN­CHOR

BREAK­ING: The King has at­tacked one of our stores. She is de­mand­ing live cov­er­age.

The King looks straight into the cam­era from in­side the flooded store.

Drenched bod­ies lit­ter the ground be­hind her.

KING

(softly)

Hello. Hello, my sub­jects…

She looks down, then back at the cam­era with a soft smile.

KING (CON­T’D)

(fondly)

Hello, Mage…

She wipes off the smile.

KING (CON­T’D)

(louder)

Hun­dreds are dead. Hun­dreds more are miss­ing.

She ges­tures be­hind her.

KING (CON­T’D)

They are also dead.

The smile is back, but it is no longer soft. It’s cruel.

KING (CON­T’D)

But Mage… A hun­dred still live. And you can save them. Well…

She laughs.

The blue fire in her eyes flashes men­ac­ingly.

KING (CON­T’D)

Well, you can save some of them.

INT. HAN­NAH’S LAB - COM­MAND CEN­TER - CON­TIN­U­OUS

The King’s face shows from the many mon­i­tors.

Han­nah and Liz are suit­ing up.

Han­nah hands Liz The Shad­ow’s knife.

Liz takes it rev­er­ently.

KING (O.S.)

You see…. There’s two kinds of peo­ple. Two kinds of peo­ple I’ve got.

(beat)

I’ve got the proper sort. Fam­ily sort. Hus­bands and wives. Preaches and farm­ers. The peo­ple of whom you’d ap­prove.

Her grin takes a men­ac­ing qual­ity.

KING (CON­T’D)

But then I have the other. Noth­ing that would con­cern most. But you… I know you, Mage… Every­thing you se­cretly de­test, but if the peo­ple knew…

Her face be­comes se­ri­ous.

KING (CON­T’D)

Save the right­eous, and I shall put the oth­ers’ dead bod­ies on dis­play for all to see, a sign around their necks telling the world just why they were so un­wor­thy.

INT. COCK­PIT - CON­TIN­U­OUS

The King dis­plays on the mon­i­tors in­side the cock­pit of the spi­der craft as Han­nah and Liz weave it through build­ings at high speed.

The King’s face is bru­tal.

KING

Or… Save face. Res­cue those you do not wish to save. Leave the wor­thy to a most painful death.

She holds up an en­ve­lope and a vial.

KING (CON­T’D)

By the time you get here–by the time you fi­nally fig­ure out where here is–I will be long gone. Cam­paigns of ter­ror do not run them­selves. The en­ve­lope has the lo­ca­tions. The vial has the an­ti­dote.

She places them on a table, and turns away from the cam­era.

KING (CON­T’D)

Choose wisely.

She snaps her fin­gers.

The screen goes black.

INT. FLY, INC. STORE - CON­TIN­U­OUS

Po­lice cars, sirens blar­ing, screech onto the ce­ment side­walk out­side the shop.

The King steps out.

She walks right up to the po­lice cars.

A po­lice of­fi­cer gets out of one and pulls her gun.

The King walks right up to her.

The of­fi­cer fires her gun at the only un­ar­mored spot on The King’s body: the un­cov­ered parts of her face.

BANG!

The bul­let goes straight be­tween The King’s eyes.

The King smiles.

BANG!

Glass SHAT­TERS! Blue fire en­velops every­thing nearby!

The po­lice of­fi­cer, aflame, slams into what’s left of her car.

INT. COCK­PIT - CON­TIN­U­OUS

Han­nah and Liz shield their eyes from the bright ex­plo­sion.

The King is gone.

HAN­NAH

Shit.

LIZ

Wait!

Pe­ter ap­pears in his own, smaller burst of flame.

ANNA (O.S.)

(over ra­dio)

The Pres­i­dent wants to speak with you.

HAN­NAH

Tell him Pe­ter’s here.

ANNA (O.S.)

He says he wants to speak with you per­son­ally.

Han­nah opens a win­dow.

She tosses a sphere out.

It flies away.

HAN­NAH

(dis­tracted)

Tell him my cur­rent de­sire is to blow some­thing up. If he’d like to vol­un­teer, he’s more than wel­come.

ANNA

(dis­ap­pointed)

I don’t think he’s very likely to vol­un­teer for that.

LIZ

(points at Pe­ter)

You could blow him up.

HAN­NAH

(dis­tracted, watch­ing mon­i­tor)

Later.

She care­fully watches. The mon­i­tor shows the sphere’s P.O.V. with low-qual­ity video.

It flies to­wards Pe­ter.

INT. FLY, INC. SHOP - DAY

Pe­ter crum­ples up the note.

It turns to ash in a burst of blue flame.

The small ro­botic sphere hov­ers be­hind his back.

His eyes dart to­wards it.

For the briefest of mo­ments, he smiles a sat­is­fied smile.

Tiny claws pop out from the sphere.

It latches onto his suit.

Pe­ter grabs the vial.

He dis­ap­pears.

INT. COCK­PIT - CON­TIN­U­OUS

The dis­play mon­i­tor­ing the sphere shows fire, then–

It’s in some sort of ware­house.

ANNA

Send­ing lo­ca­tion now… Should I–

HAN­NAH

Yeah. Let him see.

INT. PRES­I­DEN­TIAL SUITE - CON­TIN­U­OUS

The screen flick­ers on.

The low-qual­ity video shows what’s be­hind Pe­ter.

INT. WARE­HOUSE - SPHERE P.O.V. - CON­TIN­U­OUS

There are groups of peo­ple hud­dled to­gether on the floor.

They MOAN, clutch­ing their stom­achs.

They look up at Pe­ter with hope.

PE­TER

Every­one please stay calm. Form a line, I have the an­ti­dote.

INT. WARE­HOUSE - SPHERE P.O.V. - BE­FORE SUN­SET

The cam­era still stares from Pe­ter’s back.

Per­son by per­son joins a crowd be­hind Pe­ter, an­ti­dote taken.

Then, from within the crowd: a SCREAM!

A man dou­bles over in pain.

He stum­bles to­wards Pe­ter. His hus­band runs af­ter him.

Pe­ter turns.

Now, be­hind him are those re­main­ing in line.

They stare in panic.

Then, they scream, too.

Pe­ter spins around again.

He keeps turn­ing, it’s hard to see–

Is that some­one with spaghetti fly­ing from his mouth? It be­gins to choke him.

A woman falls to her knees chok­ing on spi­ders crawl­ing from her mouth.

Then, in an ex­plo­sion of gore, her stom­ach rup­tures as spi­ders burst through.

An­other per­son has tree branches burst­ing from his body; an­other still, very bloody, very sharp ice sculp­tures.

PE­TER

(scream­ing)

What do you want?

KING (O.S.)

Oh, Mage…

In a burst of flame, she ap­pears be­hind him, right in front of the cam­era.

Her hand darts out and grabs his neck.

She stares di­rectly into the sphere’s cam­era.

KING (CON­T’D)

I want the peo­ple to know that you can­not save them. That all of your power is not enough… That it will never be enough!

(beat, whis­per)

Now be a dear, and fin­ish the job.

She re­leases him and steps away, fad­ing into the pan­ick­ing crowd.

Some­one rots from within. Mold grows around her mouth and mag­gots crawl from her eye­lids.

Her part­ner’s skin is punc­tured as snakes force their way out, tan­gling around the pair.

Oth­ers run for a door.

Pe­ter, dazed, turns for them.

Beat.

He chases.

PE­TER

(pan­icked)

STOP! Stop! You could spread it!

Be­hind Pe­ter, the chaos con­tin­ues.

PAN­ICKED PER­SON

Bull­shit! It’s poi­son!

PE­TER

We don’t know–

Flame sur­rounds Pe­ter.

He’s now some­where out­side the ware­house; it’s hard to tell where.

INT. COCK­PIT - CON­TIN­U­OUS

Pe­ter seems to be do­ing some­thing, but it’s im­pos­si­ble to tell.

LIZ

Get it off him!

HAN­NAH

I’m try­ing!

The P.O.V. from be­hind Pe­ter jerks sud­denly.

It floats up, then turns around.

EXT. WARE­HOUSE - SUN­SET

The sphere hov­ers over Pe­ter’s shoul­der.

Pe­ter forces his face into his best look of de­ter­mi­na­tion tan­gled with hor­ror and re­gret.

He glances at the sphere.

He reaches his hands out to­wards the ware­house.

He grasps some­thing in­vis­i­ble in front of him.

Then, he pulls it down.

The ware­house CREAKS, and be­gins to COL­LAPSE in upon it­self.

Ce­ment lifts up from the ground; walls cave in; it all crum­ples; SCREAMS echo from within…

Sud­denly, he spreads his arms wide.

BANG!

Blue flame flies from the ware­house as it EX­PLODES!

Licks of flame land all about, burn­ing into the ground.

Pe­ter’s face, screwed up in anger, glints in the blue light as the flames grow in in­ten­sity.

CRASH!

INT. COCK­PIT - CON­TIN­U­OUS

Sub­con­sciously, Han­nah and Liz duck as a piece of the ware­house flies right over the spi­der craft as they fly it in for a land­ing.

The cock­pit shakes.

EXT. WARE­HOUSE - CON­TIN­U­OUS

The spi­der, legs all point­ing for­ward as it flies, CRASHES into the ground.

Sparks fly as it SKIDS side­ways.

The for­ward-point­ing legs and the spher­i­cal frame­work spin and tum­ble freely around the cock­pit, which re­mains up­right.

It comes to a halt.

Then, the spher­i­cal frame be­gins to ro­tate as a wheel.

The spi­der ad­vances on Pe­ter.

BANG! BANG!

Two blasts of en­ergy fly at Pe­ter.

They hit the ground as he dis­ap­pears and reap­pears a few feet away.

The spi­ders legs ro­tate to the ground.

It crawls, body twenty feet above Pe­ter, its eight sharp legs dig­ging into the ground with each step.

An­other shot. An­other!

He dis­ap­pears and reap­pears again.

He’ manic: a crazed look upon his face, his hair sticks every-which-way. He stum­bles around dazedly.

PE­TER

Han­nah! Han­nah! Come home with me. Every­thing’s al­most in place. You will be safe.

(dazed go­ing off-topic)

I just blew up a build­ing and did lots of other stuff!

He gig­gles.

An­other two shots barely miss him.

PE­TER (CON­T’D)

You and I can be to­gether again, like–like proper. Your lit­tle “friend” can come too–I’m sure Mom would love to have her!

He gig­gles agaom.

Then he turns se­ri­ous.

He dis­ap­pears and reap­pears hov­er­ing right out­side the cock­pit.

PE­TER (CON­T’D)

I re­ally must in­sist. I will take you by force if I must.

A weapon mounted di­rectly on the cock­pit shoots at him.

He dis­ap­pears.

INT. COCK­PIT - CON­TIN­U­OUS

He reap­pears seated awk­wardly on the con­sole be­tween Han­nah and Liz.

PE­TER

Hello.

He reaches a hand to­wards each, but then–

PE­TER

URK!

He looks down.

Liz has stabbed him in the stom­ach with The Shad­ow’s knife.

He winces.

He grabs her hand, and pulls the knife out.

He forces a pained smile on his face as he looks down at the wound.

Blood pours from it.

The smile fades as noth­ing hap­pens.

His eyes widen.

He dis­ap­pears in a burst of blue flame.

Han­nah gets out of there as fast as she can.

INT. PRES­I­DEN­TIAL SUITE - CON­TIN­U­OUS

The Pres­i­dent watches through the sphere’s P.O.V. as Pe­ter dis­ap­pears and the spi­der-craft flies away.

The con­nec­tion cuts off.

INT. PE­TER’S HOUSE - PE­TER’S P.O.V. - NIGHT

Pe­ter SCREAMS as his mother tends to his wound.

Is it just his vi­sion, or are there two of her?

Every­thing looks so strange and sounds so echoey…

PE­TER’S MOM

What did I tell you about get­ting cocky, Pe­ter? Pa­tience! Pa­tience!

PE­TER

(moan­ing)

Knife…

PE­TER’S MOM

Don’t worry. I know ex­actly what to do. Rest. You’ll be sore but ready when you wake.

One of his dou­ble moms walks out of his vi­sion.

FADE TO BLACK

INT. COM­MAND CEN­TER - NIGHT

Pic­tures of The King and videos of her ex­ploits are all over the mon­i­tors.

Liz is a bit high on stab­bing peo­ple.

Han­nah is shell­shocked.

She ex­am­ines the knife on the table.

HAN­NAH

This… This changes every­thing.

LIZ

Your weapons are bet­ter.

HAN­NAH

But this is… I mean… It’s right.

She lifts the knife. Feels its weight.

She sets it back down. Stares at the blood on the blade.

HAN­NAH

Pe­ter… I can’t help but won­der…

LIZ

(un­cer­tain)

You… You did want to kill him–

HAN­NAH

(too quickly)

Yes.

She looks away.

LIZ

Din­ner.

Han­nah turns back to Liz, con­fused.

LIZ (CON­T’D)

You promised me din­ner.

HAN­NAH

(un­sure)

Do you–

LIZ

Out.

HAN­NAH

I’m pretty sure every­one’s on the brink of ri­ot­ing. Nowhere’s go­ing to–

LIZ

Trust me.

She nears Han­nah.

LIZ (CON­T’D)

Fly away with me tonight.

EXT. SKY - NIGHT

Han­nah and Liz sit upon the gi­ant fly­ing car­pet, a fly­ing table be­tween them.

They sit be­neath can­dle­light from can­dles held aloft by the small metal­lic spheres.

Spheres also sup­port the fly­ing car­pet it­self.

Gi­ant spi­der-craft ra­di­ate heat and stand guard.

The city stretches out be­low them.

HAN­NAH

I have an idea.

LIZ

Later.

HAN­NAH

But it’s a good one!

Liz takes a bite of pie.

Han­nah takes a sip from a float­ing glass of wine.

She has a strange smile on her face, one she can’t be­lieve she has.

HAN­NAH (CON­T’D)

I–I just…

She laughs ner­vously.

HAN­NAH (CON­T’D)

I don’t even know why I–

She laughs again, and wipes an eye.

Liz grasps Han­nah’s hands.

HAN­NAH (CON­T’D)

I… You were there, and I should have let them have you but I could­n’t and I don’t know why and now I can’t–I need…

She looks into Liz’s eyes.

She’s drunk on the mo­ment as much as the wine.

HAN­NAH (CON­T’D)

(slightly tipsy)

I like you. It’s strange be­cause, I thought I liked that–him, and I just…

She snorts into her wine.

Liz smiles back as she sips her own wine.

LIZ

I like you, too.

HAN­NAH

For­get the world, then.

She downs the rest of the glass. She lets it go; it floats.

She lays down across the car­pet, lay­ing on her side, star­ing at Liz.

Liz lays down to match, then turns onto her back.

She smiles and closes her eyes.

Beat.

LIZ

Let’s do it.

INT. IN­TER­RO­GA­TION ROOM - NIGHT

Liz sits in a chair, the gap­ing hole in the wall across from her.

The room is dimly lit.

She glances at a shad­owy cor­ner. Did some­thing move?

She takes off the “sig­na­ture-hid­ing” bracelet.

BEAT.

THUMP. THUMP. Heavy foot­steps from be­hind Liz.

She does­n’t turn around.

KING

Will you join your King, Eliz­a­beth? Will you join your new Mother?

Liz stares straight ahead.

THUMP. THUMP.

The King is right be­hind Liz.

KING (CON­T’D)

Let me help you, Eliz­a­beth. Let me…

She trails off.

A knife is held to her throat.

EXT. IN­TER­RO­GA­TION ROOM - CON­TIN­U­OUS

Spi­der craft crawl all over the build­ing.

A few more hover out­side, weapons trained on the open­ing to the in­ter­ro­ga­tion room.

En­ergy weapons hov­er­ing right out­side move in.

INT. IN­TER­RO­GA­TION ROOM - CON­TIN­U­OUS

A half-dozen en­ergy weapons float in mid-air, armed and ready, point­ing at The King.

The Shad­ow’s knife against her throat draws blood.

Han­nah, be­hind The King, grabs her shoul­der, and guides her around the table.

KING

Han­nah… You know you should­n’t be here, honey…

The knife digs in a lit­tle deeper.

HAN­NAH

Sit.

The King sits down across from Liz.

LIZ

Why are you af­ter me?

KING

Well, it would be a shame if all of us were to die.

LIZ

All of who?

The King pauses.

Han­nah moves her hand threat­en­ingly.

KING

This ex­plains a lot… Han­nah, I had won­dered why you’d take in some­one so “evil.”

She rolls her eyes at “evil.”

KING (CON­T’D)

One of us evil magic users.

She smiles her malev­o­lent smile.

Han­nah’s mouth moves, but no words come out.

KING (CON­T’D)

You used your lighter, Eliz­a­beth. You’ll re­mem­ber…

Liz re­flex­ively pulls out her lighter.

She opens it. Flicks it.

Spark.

KING (CON­T’D)

Pur­ple, I be­lieve it was? So weak… I can get you trained up, Eliz­a­beth…

Liz flicks her lighter again. Spark.

HAN­NAH

No–I…

She shakes her head, deny­ing.

KING

Eliz­a­beth…

The King’s face morphs.

Liz looks up.

Her eyes open wide.

The King’s face is the face of Liz’s dead love from be­side the pond.

Liz SCREAMS.

The King morphs back, a vic­to­ri­ous smile on her face.

Liz looks at Han­nah.

Han­nah stares at the lighter.

It is lit with a small pur­ple flame.

Liz looks down. Her world is bro­ken.

HAN­NAH

But–Liz… You…

She shakes her head, but the proof in front of her does­n’t go away.

HAN­NAH (CON­T’D)

(hys­teric)

I should have left you… I should kill you both! I…

Liz looks up at Han­nah, teary eyed.

LIZ

Do it.

Han­nah stares.

LIZ (CON­T’D)

I’m sorry. I’m SORRY! Please…

Han­nah does­n’t move.

LIZ (CON­T’D)

(scream­ing)

KILL ME!

The pur­ple flame from Liz’s lighter grows more and more vi­o­lent.

Han­nah jumps out of the build­ing.

She plum­mets down… Down… Down…

BLACK