This is part five—the sec­ond to last!—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: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, and Part 4.

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



EXT. HO­TEL - MORN­ING

Pe­ter GRI­MACES as he touches his side gin­gerly.

He glances up. The ho­tel stretches up above him.

PE­TER

(to self; dis­gust)

Te­dium…

He con­sid­ers for a mo­ment.

He shrugs–winc­ing again as the move­ment stretches his wound–and then–

WHOOSH! He hurls a blue fire­ball at the ho­tel en­trance.

INT. PRES­I­DEN­TIAL SUITE - CON­TIN­U­OUS

The Pres­i­dent watches se­cu­rity mon­i­tors as Pe­ter at­tacks the ho­tel.

Blue fire swarms around Pe­ter, lanc­ing out to de­stroy… to kill. Per­son af­ter per­son–ho­tel pa­tron, em­ployee, po­lice, mil­i­tary, se­cret ser­vice–are im­mo­lated.

SE­CRET SER­VICE AGENT

Sir… He’s cut off all the es­cape routes. A he­li­copter’s on its way, we need to–

PRES­I­DENT

Do you re­ally think he’d let us es­cape?

SE­CRET SER­VICE AGENT

Sir, I need–URK!

A flam­ing hand JUTS from his stom­ach.

The agent col­lapses as Pe­ter re­moves his hand.

PRES­I­DENT

If you want me dead, why the show, Mage?

PE­TER

This show is not for you.

He takes a seat.

He mo­tions The Pres­i­dent to his seat be­hind the desk.

He puts a box in front of The Pres­i­dent.

PE­TER (CON­T’D)

Eat.

The Pres­i­dent does not move to open the box.

PE­TER (CON­T’D)

My mom says you need to eat at least three times a day, and that dessert is the best.

The Pres­i­dent still makes no move.

PE­TER (CON­T’D)

EAT!

Shak­ily, The Pres­i­dent reaches for the box. He opens it.

He re­moves the fork and plate of cheese­cake.

Slowly, shak­ily, he slices a bite, and lifts it to his mouth.

He CHEWS.

PE­TER (CON­T’D)

It’s a pity, but Mom says you’d never do what needed do­ing. Too cool of a head on you. Not like your Vice Pres­i­dent.

The Pres­i­den­t’s eyes widen, but it’s too late.

The fork CLAT­TERS to the ground.

The flakes of white choco­late on the cheese­cake be­gin to grow in the Pres­i­den­t’s mouth.

He tries to grab at the food, to pull it out of his mouth, but ten­ta­cles of cheese­cake grow out, CRYS­TAL­IZ­ING un­til they are as hard as ICE, shov­ing his arms away.

The in­tri­cate carv­ings on the desk be­fore him COME TO LIFE, the leaf-like shapes on the spindly legs GROW and SNAKE around The Pres­i­dent. They PULL him and his chair closer to the desk…

He STRUG­GLES against the vines and icy ten­ta­cles.

His arm reaches for the desk drawer. He GRASPS the tear-shaped PEN­DANT…

The Pres­i­dent tries to scream, but chokes as the cheese­cake grows in his mouth and stuffs it­self down his throat.

The crys­tal­ized cheese­cake snakes down his throat and into his stom­ach. It punc­tures through his rib cage, the white crys­talline struc­ture COV­ERED WITH BLOOD.

He jerks around help­lessly as the flakes-turned-spears of white choco­late top­ping pierce through his the roof of his mouth and up through his eye­balls.

Pe­ter grabs the pen­dant from The Pres­i­den­t’s hands. A few more spasms, and then–

EXT. RES­I­DEN­TIAL AREA - DAY

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Sev­eral houses ex­plode in blue flame.

EXT. APART­MENT BUILD­INGS - DAY

BOOM!

One tall apart­ment build­ing falls into an­other. They both top­ple to the ground.

EXT. CITY STREET - DAY

The King blows up sev­eral cars.

But she’s not alone. Around her, peo­ple riot, set­ting fires to cars.

A few are un­wise enough to at­tack her.

The pud­dles of goo that re­main are enough to dis­suade any oth­ers.

MON­TAGE OF RI­OTS AROUND THE GLOBE.

INT. HAN­NAH’S BED­ROOM - EARLY AF­TER­NOON

Han­nah’s eyes slowly open. They shut again against the af­ter­noon light.

She gets up. Looks around. She’s dis­ori­ented.

Dazedly she walks out of the room.

INT. HAN­NAH’S LAB - OUT­SIDE LIZ’S BED­ROOM - CON­TIN­U­OUS

Han­nah looks at Liz’s room, not quite see­ing it.

ANNA

The shit’s about to hit the fan.

Han­nah spins around.

Anna sits at a desk.

HAN­NAH

What–

She thinks back–her eyes dart this way and that–she re­mem­bers.

HAN­NAH

Liz…

She fo­cuses on Anna.

HAN­NAH (CON­T’D)

(ac­cus­ing)

Did you know?

(beat)

Anna. Did. You. Know.

She grabs an en­ergy weapon from a table.

She aims–

HAN­NAH (CON­T’D)

DID YOU KNOW? DID–

SMASH! A wall of Liz’s bed­room ex­plodes. She swings the weapon–

HAN­NAH (CON­T’D)

YOU–

BANG! More wall. A fire has started–

HAN­NAH (CON­T’D)

KNOW–

BANG! The bed erupts…

HAN­NAH (CON­T’D)

SHE– she was–

Anna stares down the bar­rel of the weapon.

INT. RE­MAINS OF LIZ’S ROOM - LATER

Han­nah sits on the singed re­mains of a fluffy chair. Be­hind her, the en­ergy weapon leans up against what’s left of the wall.

Ro­bots scut­tle around clean­ing things up.

HAN­NAH

(whis­per)

Why?

(beat)

Why do you–do you have–magic…

The re­mains of the fly­ing car­pet lays on the ground in front of her.

Han­nah slides off the chair.

Ten­ta­tively, she ap­proaches the car­pet. She un­furls it.

A lighter falls out.

It looks very much like Liz’s…

But, scorches aside, it’s newer, made from bet­ter ma­te­ri­als.

Hes­i­tantly, Han­nah reaches for the lighter.

Etched into it: HAN­NAH.

She flicks it. It lights a small flame.

She lets it go out. She lights it again.

Anna ap­proaches be­hind Han­nah. Af­ter a mo­ment, she sits down.

They watch the flame to­gether.

INT. RE­MAINS OF LIZ’S ROOM - EVENING

Han­nah lays on the re­mains of Liz’s bed.

She flicks the lighter again.

Star­ing at the flame, she sits up. The bed CREAKS. It does not seem struc­turally sound.

Anna watches calmly from the cor­ner.

HAN­NAH

I’m sorry.

ANNA

I’m sure Liz knows.

HAN­NAH

When I saw her us­ing… That

(beat)

I hated her. I had told my­self… That she could­n’t. That she was­n’t. That she was good… And now…

(beat)

But I still…

ANNA

You want to fight. You want to save her.

(con­sid­er­ing)

You _could _win.

HAN­NAH

I have to try.

(beat)

I know where The King is go­ing to be.

ANNA

Oh, things are much worse than that.

Han­nah looks to Anna ques­tion­ingly.

ANNA (CON­T’D)

The Pres­i­dent is dead. And…

Three… Two… One…

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The build­ing shakes.

ANNA (CON­T’D)

They want your weapons.

Han­nah is shaken. Every­thing’s falling apart…

HAN­NAH

Pe­ter could…

ANNA (CON­T’D)

Pe­ter caused this. I’m bet­ting he _wanted _it. _He _killed the Pres­i­dent. And he cer­tainly did­n’t try to hide it.

Through the win­dow, a MIS­SILE AP­PROACHES!

BANG!

The fiery ex­plo­sion against the glass-like win­dows BACK­LIGHTS Han­nah as the win­dows RAT­TLE against the ex­plo­sion–but are not dam­aged.

She turns to look at the ex­plo­sion.

She does­n’t know what to do…

Anna gazes at the ex­plo­sion–it’s so beau­ti­ful.

Han­nah shakes her head. Again. Again!

She slams her palm into her fore­head. She slaps her­self!

BREATHE! Deep breath, deep breath…

An­other mis­sile hits at the other end of the lab. The or­ange light of the ex­plo­sion shines through the lab’s many glass walls.

HAN­NAH

I’m go­ing.

ANNA

Please say I can–

HAN­NAH

Deal with them.

Anna grins scar­ily.

EXT. FLY, INC. SKY­SCRAPER - LATE AF­TER­NOON

He­li­copters HOVER around the build­ing. Tanks SUR­ROUND it.

They fire mis­sile af­ter mis­sile. Glass on the lower floors SHAT­TERS. In­side, com­put­ers and ma­chin­ery FLIES EVERY­WHERE.

Then…

Win­dows SHAT­TER–but not from ex­plo­sions.

Gi­ant ro­bot spi­ders force their way out of the build­ing.

They crawl across; down; up; every­where!

Some jump off and hover above the tanks be­low. Oth­ers fly at the he­li­copters.

Their en­ergy weapons HUM to life.

BANG! BANG!

Tanks and he­li­copters EX­PLODE.

One spi­der grabs a he­li­copter with its legs. A short BURST of speed and it LETS GO–the he­li­copter flies into a build­ing.

One gi­ant spi­der jumps off the top floor and flies away. Sev­eral smaller spi­ders fol­low in for­ma­tion.

INT. DIN­ING HALL - NIGHT

The din­ing hall is pala­tial. Ceil­ings reach eas­ily fifty feet into the air, sup­ported by large stone columns.

Han­nah’s ar­mored feet CLANK against the mar­ble floor.

Heads of states and their en­tourages EAT and YELL–but mostly yell.

The VICE PRES­I­DENT of the United States speaks, an overly large plaque in front of him an­nounc­ing his ti­tle.

VICE PRES­I­DENT

We will get the weapons–

PRIME MIN­IS­TER, U.K.

Why don’t you have them al­ready? Why do you put up with–

VICE PRES­I­DENT

It’s not so sim­ple–

An AIDE whis­pers in his ear.

VICE PRES­I­DENT (CON­T’D)

Shit.

AIDES to other heads of state are on phone calls.

Some hang up; they ap­proach…

AIDE

(to U.K. PM)

Ex­cuse me…

AIDE TO FRENCH PRIME MIN­IS­TER

(to French P.M.)

Ex­cusez-moi…

They whis­per in their boss­es’ ears.

Im­me­di­ately every­one looks trou­bled.

They look around at each other. They know every­one has the same mes­sage…

The Vice Pres­i­dent folds his nap­kin.

VICE PRES­I­DENT

(shaky)

As I was say­ing, it is not so sim­ple. My pre­de­ces­sor was con­cerned about the power Miss Grayson com­mands.

PRIME MIN­IS­TER, U.K

And for good rea­son, it seems! How can you let a pri­vate cit­i­zen–

VICE PRES­I­DENT

Just a minute ago you were all for charg­ing in guns a-blaz­ing.

PRIME MIN­IS­TER, FRANCE

What other choice do we have?

Han­nah steps into the room.

HAN­NAH

(voice am­pli­fied)

You have no choice.

Im­me­di­ately, many sol­diers train their weapons on her.

They don’t ask ques­tions: bul­lets fly.

Hananh leaps out of the way, to­wards two sol­diers.

She rolls, stands, and rips the weapons from their arms.

BANG BANG! She fires. Both fall to the ground.

The heads of state SCREAM and DUCK be­hind their ta­bles as more sol­diers swarm in.

The oddly fa­mil­iar CATER­ING STAFF runs for cover.

Han­nah jumps high into the air as more bul­lets fly past her.

One hits. It does­n’t pierce her ar­mor, but it spins her around. She goes with the mo­men­tum, and lands in a crouch next to an­other sol­dier.

She GRABS their grenade and tosses it at an­other group.

HAN­NAH (CON­T’D)

(voice am­pli­fied)

You are all al­ready dead. It’s start­ing…

A grenade flies at her. She catches it.

She crushes it in her hand. The ex­plo­sion is muf­fled by her ar­mored fist.

HAN­NAH (CON­T’D)

(am­pli­fied)

I know you are here, King.

The lights flicker.

The sol­diers look around un­cer­tainly.

Then, the SCREAMS start again.

The Vice Pres­i­dent is first. His eyes widen as he chokes on some­thing.

VINES force their way out of his mouth. They be­gin to en­case his head–

More STAB their way out of his chest. They be­gin en­tan­gling his whole body.

The sol­diers look on in shock.

More and more heads of state fall to their food. They panic.

BOOM!

A blast of blue fire in­cin­er­ates a group of sol­diers.

The re­main­ing sol­diers snap out of their shock.

BOOM!

They run.

The lights flicker out.

The SCREAMS con­tinue.

Pe­ri­od­i­cally, the lights FLICKER on to re­veal food eat­ing their peo­ple.

KING

In the land of the blind, the one eyed man is King! And you are oh, so very blind.

Her blue eyes flash in the dark­ness.

CRASH! CRASH! CRASH!

The lights flicker on briefly.

Gi­ant metal spi­der af­ter gi­ant metal spi­der CRASH into the room.

They all train their weapons on The King, who stands in the mid­dle of the room, laugh­ing at the car­nage.

BOOM! BOOM!

Two fire­balls each hit a spi­der.

They have lit­tle ef­fect, but the smile on The King’s face does not fal­ter.

The spi­ders FIRE their en­ergy weapons, bolts of or­ange, yel­low, and green LANC­ING at The King.

She SPINS through the air, dodg­ing the blasts.

She stretches out her arm at one, and grabs some­thing in­vis­i­ble. She crushes the imag­i­nary ob­ject, and the spi­der be­gins to crum­ple as well.

A cou­ple blasts hit her, but barely shake her.

Sev­eral spi­ders be­gin charg­ing their weapons for a stronger blast.

The charg­ing en­ergy dimly lights the room.

The King jerks her hand, toss­ing the crushed spi­der in her grip into sev­eral oth­ers.

A DY­ING HEAD OF STATE’s SCREAMS are si­lenced as a GI­ANT METAL CHAIN erupts from his mouth. It and sim­i­lar chains from his aides en­snare and crush an­other spi­der.

BOOM!

KING

ARGH!

The King flies through the air from a su­per­charged blast.

She is no longer smil­ing.

She jumps thirty feet into the air, land­ing on one of the spi­ders, the light of blast af­ter blast of en­ergy il­lu­mi­nat­ing her.

Then, the room LIGHTS UP as she IG­NITES her­self in blue flame.

The flame eats into the gi­ant ro­bot. She sinks in­side.

Then–

BANG!

Shards of the ro­bot fly every which way, each alight in blue flame.

Many of the flam­ing shards punc­ture the hulls of other spi­ders.

The King crashes into the ground in a crouch–mar­ble floor SHAT­TERS around her.

She mo­tions up­wards with her hands. Chunks of mar­ble lift into the air.

She pre­pares to send them fly­ing at sev­eral spi­ders, but then–

BANG!

KING

AH­HHH!

The King SLAMS against a wall in a BLAST of or­ange light.

The LIGHTS come back on.

Han­nah ad­vances.

BANG! An­other shot of the or­ange en­ergy.

The King YELLS in pain again.

The re­main­ing spi­ders ad­vance be­hind Han­nah.

KING

(in pain)

Hello, Han­nah.

The King closes her eyes.

Once more, the room is in com­plete dark­ness.

Han­nah fires, but The King is al­ready gone.

KING (CON­T’D)

Come, bow to your King, sweet Han­nah…

HAN­NAH

Where is she?

The King laughs.

KING

Oh, Han­nah, dear… You are blind, so blind…

Han­nah fires an­other shot into the dark­ness.

HAN­NAH (CON­T’D)

WHERE IS LIZ?

KING

In the land of the blind, Han­nah, sweetie, the one-eyed man is King… And I…

The King’s shoul­der canons charge up.

KING (CON­T’D)

I’ve got two eyes, honey.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Three blasts of blue fire il­lu­mi­nate Han­nah as they shoot to­wards her.

A gi­ant metal shield flies in the way, block­ing the blast.

Han­nah is ob­scured from view by the flames.

Then, The King YELLS in alarm!

The shadow shat­ters.

The King stands up against a wall. Han­nah stands over her, hold­ing The Shad­ow’s knife against The King’s throat.

HAN­NAH

Where is she?

The King smiles.

KING

Do you not rec­og­nize me, Han­nah? Do you not know who I am?

HAN­NAH

(sar­casm)

You’re K­ing. I’ve heard your spiel.

The King laughs.

KING

No, Han­nah… We’ve met be­fore. Be­fore I was called The King.

She grins malev­o­lently.

KING (CON­T’D)

I want my knife back.

The King makes a sud­den move­ment–

Han­nah SLICES–

Straight through the neck and then–

PLOP. The King shrinks to a small princess fig­urine.

It falls to the ground.

Han­nah stares at it, con­fused.

Then, she LURCHES.

Falls to the ground.

WHITE.

EXT. COUN­TRY­SIDE - DAWN

Liz runs away from the house in the dis­tance.

DASHES into a barn–

BOOM! A BLAST of blue fire IG­NITES the barn in BLUE FLAMES.

Liz runs again, out the other side of the barn, but The King is wait­ing–

BOOM! BOOM!

Both blasts miss–

BOOM!

The blue fire heads straight at Liz. She opens her mouth to SCREAM, it’s go­ing to hit–

POOF!

She dis­ap­pears in a BLAST of PUR­PLE FLAME.

Blue hits pur­ple in an EX­PLO­SION OF LIGHT!

EXT. SKY - CON­TIN­U­OUS

Liz SCREAMS as she plum­mets through the sky.

POOF! Pur­ple flames–

EXT. RIVER - CON­TIN­U­OUS

Still SCREAM­ING, Liz SINKS through the wa­ter, then–

EXT. STREET - DAWN

Peo­ple are ri­ot­ing.

POOF!

The BLAST of pur­ple fire SLAMS peo­ple out of the way as Liz ap­pears.

She curls up on the ground.

She’s al­most tram­pled as the crowd marches, throw­ing Molo­tov cock­tails and up­turn­ing cars.

SCREAMS!

The crowd’s anger turns to fear.

They be­gin to flee from some­thing RUM­BLING down the streets.

Liz tries to get to her feet. The crowd keeps SLAM­MING her back down.

Fi­nally, she man­ages.

Tanks ROLL through the street. SOL­DIERS with HEAVY MA­CHINE GUNS ride on top of the tanks.

Liz turns to run, but it’s too late. She SCREAMS as a stream of tear gas hits her right in the face.

She falls to the ground, clutch­ing her eyes.

The stream of con­tin­ues above her.

RO­BOTIC SPI­DERS fight the TANKS in the back­ground.

SOL­DIER

Move!

Liz can barely hear him. She looks up; she can’t open her eyes–

SOL­DIER (CON­T’D)

MOVE!

He points a can­is­ter of tear gas at her again.

He fires.

WHOOSH!

A sphere of pur­ple fire sur­rounds Liz. The tear gas ig­nites!

The can­is­ter ex­plodes in the sol­dier’s hands.

GUNS turn to Liz. FIRE!

The shield of fire rip­ples as THOU­SANDS of bul­lets hit!

Around Liz and the sol­diers, peo­ple run away!

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The tanks fire on her.

POW! POW! POW!

Ro­botic spi­ders fire their en­ergy weapons at some of the tanks, which EX­PLODE!

The shield of pur­ple fire glows brighter and brighter, un­til it’s not pur­ple, but a BRIGHT WHITE–

Re­al­ity CAVES IN around Liz–

SI­LENCE.

BOOM!

WHITE.

EXT. STREET - SLIGHTLY LATER

Re­mains of guns, tanks, and sol­diers lit­ter the ground.

Liz lies in the mid­dle.

The ro­bot spi­ders shak­ily climb to their feet.

They crawl up to Liz.

One pokes Liz with a long, spindly leg.

GROAN.

More ro­bots sur­round her.

EXT. COUN­TRY­SIDE - MORN­ING

The light breeze rus­tles the tall yel­low grass.

The for­est in the West waves from side to side. The tall trees scat­tered across the land sway calmly.

The old barn near the for­est CREAKS in the breeze.

Two houses sit next to the road–one long ago aban­doned; the other–PE­TER’S HOUSE–small and yel­low, is still as good as new, its blue ac­cents glint­ing in the morn­ing sun.

EXT. PE­TER’S HOUSE - CON­TIN­U­OUS

Through the bed­room win­dow, Han­nah can be seen ly­ing on a bed. She wears a sim­ple white dress.

She be­gins to stir.

INT. BED­ROOM - PE­TER’S HOUSE - CON­TIN­U­OUS

Han­nah blinks away the sun.

She sits up.

Pe­ter’s mom walks in with break­fast on a tray.

She can’t quite make Han­nah out, even at close dis­tance.

She SQUINTS. Her eyes flash blue for a mo­ment.

Han­nah does­n’t no­tice. Her eyes trail over Pe­ter’s Mom’s scars: the one across the eyes, and a rather fresher one across the neck.

Pe­ter’s mom smiles.

PE­TER’S MOM

You’re awake! I brought break­fast!

HAN­NAH

What hap­pened?

PE­TER’S MOM

Don’t worry about that, sweet­heart.

HAN­NAH

Liz–

PE­TER’S MOM

Shh! No need for all the fuss! We both want the same things!

(smiles at some in-joke)

Eat some break­fast, dear. If you’re good, I’ve had the chefs pre­pare dessert!

HAN­NAH

But–

But Pe­ter’s mom is al­ready halfway out the door.

PE­TER’S MOM

I’ll have Pe­ter come in to see you.

Han­nah tries the door. Locked.

Win­dow. She can’t get it open…

She sits on the bed.

Glances at the food. Scoots away from it.

Pe­ter walks in.

PE­TER

Hello, sweetie!

HAN­NAH

What hap­pened? The King–

PE­TER

Don’t worry about The King.

HAN­NAH

But The King; She’s The Shadow–

PE­TER

I know. I said don’t worry.

HAN­NAH

Did you–did you kill her?

He shakes his head and laughs.

PE­TER

No, Han­nah! I don’t want to kill her. I could­n’t live with­out her. She’s my pil­lar. My guid­ing light…

He smiles.

PE­TER (CON­T’D)

She’s great. It was her idea. It was the only way to get you to use those weapons. The only way we could be safe.

HAN­NAH

Safe? The world’s at WAR, Pe­ter!

PE­TER

If a shoe can go to war with an ant.

HAN­NAH

The army at­tacked my–

PE­TER

Thanks to me. Thanks to her. She showed me how much dan­ger you were in…

IN­SERT FLASH: The Shadow hold­ing the knife against Han­nah’s throat.

PE­TER (CON­T’D)

And she knew just what to do.. We had to build me up–build up _hope–_then tear it down…

(sigh)

We knew she had to be the bad one. No-one ex­pects some­one like her to be a su­pervil­lain. I had to do a lot of the heavy lift­ing for her, of course, as is nat­ural…

IN­SERT FLASH: Pe­ter at­tack­ing the mil­i­tary build­ing.

Han­nah stares at him in hor­ror.

He shakes him­self out of his reverie.

PE­TER (CON­T’D)

Now your ro­bots can go kill every­thing mag­i­cal, and… And we’ll be to­gether, fi­nally…

He smiles at her with hope and hap­pi­ness.

HAN­NAH

They’re not fight­ing magic.

PE­TER

They’re tak­ing over the world. YOU are tak­ing over the world_. _And af­ter all the things Magic has done to you…

He traces the scar across Han­nah’s neck.

PE­TER (CON­T’D)

Are you _re­ally _go­ing to let it live? “You mag­i­cals all the same,” you told me, “All evil.” Your lit­tle girl­friend did­n’t even tell you she was mag­i­cal–

HAN­NAH

_You _are mag­i­cal.

PE­TER

I’m sure you’ll make ex­cep­tions, of course. Think, Han­nah, we can be to­gether at last!

Han­nah can’t even muster a re­sponse to his in­san­ity.

PE­TER (CON­T’D)

It’ll be hap­pily ever af­ter. Come on, dar­ling! It’s a happy day! Smile!

Han­nah looks at him in­cred­u­lously.

PE­TER (CON­T’D)

Smile!

Pe­ter mo­tions up­wards with a fin­ger.

Han­nah’s eyes widen as the cor­ners of her lips curl up­wards on their own ac­cord. It’s not a nat­ural smile, but Pe­ter does­n’t no­tice–or does­n’t care.

He smiles.

He stabs some of her egg on a fork. Lifts it to her mouth–

PE­TER (CON­T’D)

Now, open up… You know you want to…

She tries to re­sist… But her mouth opens.