Superman: The Man of Steel (Alex Ford Movie Script)
This is a pre-credit sequence and not meant to take place within the structure of the actual narrative.
EXT. GENERAL STORE
This opening sequence is shot in glorious black and white.
A BOY wearing depression era clothes enters the general store.
INT. GENERAL STORE
The store is empty except for an older CLERK putting out the week's periodicals in front of the register. The BOY passes as the CLERK finishes and moves behind the counter.
The BOY goes directly to a candy shelf and opens a jar, takes a handful of gum balls and heads for the counter.
He passes the periodicals and on the rack among the newspapers and magazines is a color comic book alone amongst the colorless rack. The title reads ACTION COMICS with a 1930s era SUPERMAN lifting a car above his head and smashing the front end into the ground.
Enamored by it, the BOY stares and in a DREAMLIKE STATE the CAMERA cuts between BOY, COMIC, and slowly panning in on each of them. Finally, the BOY looks up at the CLERK who's been patiently waiting for him.
The BOY looks a last time at the book on the shelf, then at one handful of gum and the other with a single dime. He looks up at the CLERK who looks like he knows something the boy doesn't.
EXT. GENERAL STORE
BOY exits with comic book in hand. He takes a seat on the sidewalk outside the store and
CAMERA OVER SHOULDER shows the BOY slowly opening the front cover with much delicacy revealing the interior to be a VIBRANT COLOR WARNER BROS LOGO (WB Shield on blue clouded sky).
CAMERA PANS IN OVER THE SHOULDER and the LOGO fills the screen.
Black and white sequence finished. WE ARE IN THE MOVIE.
CAMERA pans upward slowly and the logo slides off the bottom of the screen, the blue clouded sky merges with the infinite reaches of space. Almost unnoticeable in the far off distance is a minuscule green dot.
Without warning, the green dot EXPLODES IN A BURST OF SILENT LIGHT. Several seconds pass as the shockwave from the explosion travels towards us and like a rumble in the distance, bringing a tidal wave of sound with it.
Debris hurls itself in all directions. With it A SMALL SPACECRAFT ZIP towards us, past the explosion and whips overhead. The CAMERA tilts and follows the orange and green craft. The planet's fragments follow the craft.
The debris loses speed and begins to fall behind the ship. Soon, the only thing left in frame from the dead planet is the lone ship hurling through space.
BEGIN OPENING CREDIT SEQUENCE.
Opening credit sequence is displayed while we follow the ship through infinite space. On occasion, the ship radically changes direction like it knows where it's going. Its destination is no accident.
The ship enters our solar system and barrels past familiar planets. In the distance is Earth.
The ship cracks through Earths atmosphere and its hull ignites in a bright red flame.
SMASH CUT TO:
EXT. SMALLVILLE, KANSAS - DESOLATE SNOWCOVERED ROAD - NIGHT
EXTREME CLOSE-UP of a mittened hand holding a misshapen rustynail.
JONATHAN KENT, a Kansas farmer in his thirties, is holding the nail. Standing in from of him is his wife MARTHA (also in her thirties) with a look is irritation. In the background is their weathered 1954 pickup truck with a flat tire. There is virtually no light on this country road.
What now, Jonathan?
JONATHAN's face bends with an "I dont need this" smirk. The night lights almost like day and there is a tremendous crack as the ship breaks the sound barrier.
In the background, the flaming craft crashes into a field digging a charred crevice several hundred feet long and a trail of steaming melted snow.
JONATHAN and MARTHA, in total disbelief, slowly move towards the wreckage as if they are unconsciously drawn to it.
In the background is the distant cry of a baby.
ROCKET POV, JONATHAN and MARTHA peer into the crater with confusion and then turn to each other for an explanation neither of them has. They simultaneously look at the rocket then to the sky. The CAMERA looks upward with them and keeps going until there is nothing but space.
END OPENING CREDIT SEQUENCE ON NIGHT SKY.
The CAMERA pans down from space through the clouds and merges with a beautiful blue sky, which is disrupted by a massive "L" shaped state-of-the-art skyscraper made of steel and glass. The roof is slanted to make the "L" visible in the distance.
CAMERA keeps moving down the building for what seems like forever and finally other buildings appear along the skyline, but it's obvious this is "the" building in the city. A landmark like no other and everything else pales on comparison.
The city in the background bustles with life. She is like no other on Earth. She is immaculately clean and meticulously engineered. Skyscrapers are everywhere but the city doesn't seem cluttered. Ten million people call her home and with the multilayered highways, subways and elevated trains it never looks congested. She is the most advanced city in the world, the template for all others. Her name is appropriate; this is
Still moving down building
FADE IN, TITLE ON MOVING IMAGE: METROPOLIS
Still moving down building
FADE IN, TITLE ON MOVING IMAGE: TOMORROW, SATURDAY, 2:43PM
The CAMERA nears the bottom panning down huge letters etched in stone on the building side boldly announcing LEXCORP (and beneath it corporation's slogan "Bringing The Future To You Today"). Finally we reach the bottom of the building and pedestrians come into view and the pan ends on the back of a young, business-suited woman staring up at the menacing tower. She nervously gathers herself, builds her confidence and enters.
WOMAN enters the lobby. There are dozens of people bustling about. She approaches one of a two dozen receptionists behind a massive marble counter all of whom are all assisting others. The RECEPTIONIST she has chosen is finishing up a telephone call on her headset/telephone. Several receptionists down is another woman who appears to be arguing with a receptionist and with someone on her cell phone at the same time, although the details cant be heard. The woman is dressed in a suit carrying a briefcase. She looks like she is about to explode.
(Finishing her call)
Hello. Welcome to LexCorp. May I help you?
Im here to see Mister Luthor.
And what time is your appointment?
I dont have an appointment.
Oh. I'm sorry. Mister Luthor only sees guests by appointment.
Its very urgent. A matter of life and death.
Let me see if I can fit you in.
RECEPTIONIST #1 begins checking appointments in the computer when the arguing woman hears this and flips out. She barges past several people between them, pushing them out of the way to get to the sympathetic RECEPTIONIST.
The woman is LOIS LANE.
What?! I have been waiting here for three hours and I have an appointment!
Does he know Lois Lane from the Daily Planet is here?
(Under her breath)
That's probably why he's not coming down.
LOIS shoots her a nasty look.
(To RECEPTIONIST #2)
The parking garage. You and me, sister. I hope your medical is all paid up.
(to WOMAN and ignoring LOIS)
I can fit you in Tuesday.
Id have to wait until next Tuesday?
Tuesday the twenty-third
That's three weeks from now.
The woman looks blankly at her examining her options.
LOIS returns to RECEPTIONIST #2.
If you have a business card or something, Id be happy to leave it for him.
(Shakes off her daze)
No. I dont have anything.
(long beat, building nerve)
Oh wait, I do have this.
RECEPTIONIST #1 stands to retrieve her card and WOMAN opens her jacket revealing a bomb strapped around her mid-section. RECEPTIONIST #1 swoons and faints. LOIS, on her cell phone in the background
(into cell phone)
She turns her back to the woman and starts punching buttons frantically.
The building is one of the oldest structures in the city with its brick walls and the newspapers logo, the Earth with a rotating ring that reads DAILY PLANET, on it's roof. The structure is a testament to the days of journalism before faxes and Internet.
Through a large window, a staff meeting can be seen.
Standing at the front of a large table is Daily Planet Editor PERRY WHITE. A large and foreboding pitbull of a man. His trademark unbuttoned collar and open vest give the appearance this has been very hard day when in fact, this is every day. In his fist is an unlit cigar he points at people accenting his sentences. He paces when he walks and doesnt speak words as much as he barks them. Through the glass, his booming voice is muffled. PERRY has two tones: LOUD and LOUDER.
Among the staff are CAT GRANT (Society columnist, early 30s and very beautiful), RON TROUPE (Sports, an African American in his 40s) and mild-mannered CLARK KENT (City Columnist). KENT is in his early 30s and very handsome, although he doesn't know it. He is someone that's above that.
Seated at KENT's desk is and watching them through the glass is JIMMY OLSEN, photographer. He is sixteen years old and very bored. With him is ALI, who is flipping through some of his photos with awe.
Look at these Jimmy.
I know. I took them.
I know guys who've been taking pictures for fifteen years and aren't this good.
Yeah. The Chief says it's a gift.
A telephone rings and OLSEN looks around to make sure there are no other witnesses and answers it.
Daily Planet, Kent speaking.
Incoherent yelling can be heard from the other end and OLSEN bullets to attention.
No, Miss Lane. They're in a meeting. Sure thing, Miss Lane.
OLSEN scrambles to find a pen, jots down instructions on his palm and hangs up. He fumbles out of his chair and races for the Conference Room throwing the door open
Has lost contact with the Constitution--
OLSEN! What they hell are you doing in my staff meeting?! You're not a writer, you're a photographer and you're barely that! Get out of here before I have you selling papers on the corner!
Instinctively, JIMMY folds and turns to quickly exit, then remembering why he came in the first place
Oh yeah. Miss Lane called. Somebody has a bomb in the LexCorp building.
Isnt Lois interviewing Luthor today?
No one has an answer.
Well what are you waiting for?!
Everyone hustles out of the room. As they are leaving, no one notices a glass of water and an empty chair where CLARK was sitting.
People are walking the halls performing their duties when a gust of wind and a blur streaks past causing some to look twice and finding nothing.
In a supply closet, a JANITOR ducks around a corner to sneak a cigarette. He takes a drag and opens a window to exhale when the blur of wind blows past him and out the window knocking some cleaning supplies off the shelves. The JANITOR looks.
He takes another drag on his cigarette.
People are in their apartments as the red and blue blur streaks by the windows. It moves so quickly that some don't notice it. Others run to the windows and fire escapes calling their families to catch a glimpse of it.
The streets bustle with mid-day activity. A GIRL moving with a crowd across an intersection stops in the middle of the street. An oncoming taxi screeches to a halt to avoid killing her. The GIRL is staring skyward down the street.
Cars horns blare and the TAXI DRIVER leans out and screams:
Hey stupid! What the
The TAXI DRIVER sees what she is focusing on and forgets what he was yelling for. Everyone in the street stops and stares. The noise of a city in mid-afternoon comes to a silence. In the distance the blue and red streak flies off and makes an almost perfect ninety degree turn around a building. People can been seen in awe for blocks.
The serenity of the previous scene is interrupted by panic.
People are fleeing the building being ushered to safety by the Metropolis Bomb Squad. The media has arrived, trying to force their way past the POLICE barricades with no luck.
There is chatter among the crowd until they realize LUTHOR is among them and all their frustrations and fears change to a silent hush.
Surrounded by bodyguards, is LEX LUTHOR. LUTHOR is a middle-aged imposing figure. An angel to some, devil to others. An egomaniacal recluse. A genius. An idiot. A humanitarian and exploiter. He is dressed in a dark business suit that costs more to clean than most people make in a month. The look on his face isnt one of fear that would be associated with an assassination attempt.
To him, this is an annoyance.
Leading the team of bodyguards with the LUTHOR center is MERCY GRAVES, Luthor's Minister of Security. She is young, petite with a short brown male haircut and dressed in a modified version of a traditional chauffeurs uniform with a more militaristic feel. She is LUTHORs personal bodyguard and right hand woman. She looks harmless she isn't.
An EMPLOYEE is arguing with a COP when LUTHOR is ushered past. Their conversation stops and they gawk.
Is that him?
I think so.
You think so?
Ive worked here for six years and Ive never actually seen the guy before.
LUTHOR is brought directly to the BOMB SQUAD SERGEANT (PENNINGTON).
SERGEANT, I trust this wont take long. I am trying to run a company.
Well, there is a bomb in your building, Mister Luthor.
If they really wanted to kill me and were remotely competent, Id be dead by now. I can't stand incompetence. Id like this matter finished as soon as possible.
BOMB SQUAD COP approaches.
Security gives us the go-ahead. The building is clear, sir.
Good. We conduct a floor-by-floor building search in two-man parties for the bomber and
No! LexCorp is a secured facility. I cant have you traipsing through
How are my men supposed to find the
There are sensitive materials and projects
With all due respect, there is a bomb in there that could level this building
Then Ill build a new one.
And what about your EMPLOYEEs?
(leaning into SERGEANT)
Then Ill hire new ones.
Regardless, your men will not be entering this facility.
Yes, Mister Luthor?
Are your men capable of finding a bomb?
Yes, Mister Luthor.
Then get it done.
Yes, Mister Luthor.
MERCY turns and whispers Secret Service-style microphone in her cuff.
This is not standard procedure, Luthor.
As far as I know you're an industrial spy and sent the bomb yourself to get into my building with no witnesses-
Are you accusing me of not doing my job!?
I have pens that cost more than you make in a week.
The two begin to argue when BYSTANDER #1 in the background looks up and points.
Look! Up in the sky
Several others look.
Its a bird
The focus shifts from LUTHOR to the sky.
Its a plane.
A whisper builds through the crowd.
SUPERMAN gracefully descends to Earth, his red boots gently connecting with the pavement as his red flowing cape cascades off his shoulders and perfectly hangs from his frame. He lands on the clear side of the barricade.
He is a muscular man, 6'3" and 225 pounds. His ice blue eyes and jet black hair compliment his chiseled features. The red and yellow "S" shield covers his entire chest. He has a presence unlike any other.
LUTHOR is still ranting as the SERGEANT notices him and stops arguing.
SUPERMAN stares at the building like he's looking through it because he is.
SERGEANT leaves LUTHOR who isn't used to being walked away from in mid-sentence. SERGEANT approaches SUPERMAN who is concentrating on his invisible x-ray vision.
Sir, Im SERGEANT Pennington of the MPF Bomb Unit.
SUPERMAN stops scanning and shakes SERGEANTs hand.
Nice to meet you, SERGEANT Pennington. There's no bomb in this building.
How could you know that?
I checked. There are some lead lined rooms which isnt unusual in a research facility but they're secured areas. So unless Luthor put the bomb there himself, the bomb is out here.
What? How dare you insinuate
SUPERMAN motions to LUTHOR to be quiet.
Do you hear your mother calling you?
SUPERMAN "listens" to the crowd. We hear what he hears. What sounds like a massive chaotic bass-heavy thumping narrows down shorter and shorter until there is one incredibly quick heartbeat.
SUPERMAN stares into the crowd looking "through" them. The crowd parts as if they know he isn't looking at them until the WOMAN from the receptionist desk is left standing alone. Her face is full of tears and she looks like hell.
Hardly. I pay the six of them enough money not to try a stunt like this. She's a former EMPLOYEE I had to transfer to a "less desirable position."
All I wanted was to talk to you, Mister Luthor. You told me you cared and I just want one more chance. I just wanted to talk.
Did you have an appointment?
Furiously the WOMAN pulls a trigger from her pocket and rips her jacket open showing the bomb. Immediately, SUPERMAN begins to inspect it with his telescopic vision.
Hey lady! I dont know what this schmuck did to you but youre gonna kill a lot of innocent people.
MERCY leans into LUTHOR and whispers in his ear.
Cheryl, I know there may have been some misunderstandings.
Transferring me to Bludhaven is hardly a misunderstanding.
How about Ill have someone give you a call if you leave your number with
ILL GIVE YOU A NUMBER!
People begin to scramble from the scene.
I can give you a promotion. Maybe move you into a nice office on the one-hundred and fourth next to the Executive Wash Room.
People begin to knock each other over fleeing the area. The POLICE are right behind them. People take shelter behind cars and structures.
SUPERMAN is watching her, totally calm.
Five hundred percent salary increase. That oughta buy a lot of therapy.
She presses the trigger and there is an almost inaudible click. She presses repeatedly and nothing. She looks at the trigger and in its place is a sterling silver pen. She clicks it again and the point extends and retracts. She looks down at her mid-section and there is no bomb.
SHASH CUT ACROSS TO:
They are confused except for SUPERMAN who no one notices is holding and inspecting the bomb.
Where did you get this? This is very impressive.
What is this?
SERGEANT does a double take and then inspects it without touching it.
That is impressive. That is your basic Class Six explosive with a chemical balance and wire trigger. It's a common weapon used by American Militias and Querac Jihads.
You disarm it by cutting the yellow, the pink and then the black.
SUPERMAN's irises turn red and three wires burn clean through. He hands it to SERGEANT who just stares at him in amazement.
Two OFFICERS arrest the WOMAN. As shes being taken away
She turns with hope in her eyes.
She breaks free of the POLICE and lunges at LUTHOR. Stepping in the way of her charge is MERCY. With a martial arts move that appears to be one fluid motion, she drops her to the ground. POLICE gather her and take her away.
Superman, how did you know where the bomb was?
(Answering for SUPERMAN)
A heartbeat has a particular rhythm that's corrupted when someone is under duress, a threatening situation or lying.
Like a polygraph.
Thats a neat trick. Do you do parties?
Its not so easy to distinguish when there are two heartbeats, Luthor.
If thats all
LOIS LANE runs to the scene as SUPERMAN is preparing to leave.
I'm not done with you yet. You committed an extreme invasion of my privacy by looking into my building. You can expect to hear from my lawyers.
I don't have time for this, Luthor.
Hello, Miss Lane. How are you doing?
It's good to see you again but I have to be going.
SUPERMAN effortlessly rises and disappears into the afternoon sky.
When I have you brought up on charges and arrested and youll have all the time in the world!
A sport utility truck drives up the long dirt road leading to the KENT farm. The modern truck clashes against the 1950s Norman Rockwell-ish landscape. The door opens and out steps LANA LANG (early 30s) carrying a covered dish. She is dressed in a simple shirt and worn jeans with very little makeup.
The screen door opens and out steps MARTHA KENT, the same woman we saw for a moment thirty years earlier. Her hair has grayed and shes found some wrinkles. She is wearing an apron but there isn't a stain on it.
Lana Lang you know better than that.
MARTHA rushes to her side like shes a long lost child returning home. She kisses her on the cheek and takes the dish.
Mrs. Kent we go through this every Sunday. Is Clark here yet?
No. I think he said something about a meeting today.
JONATHAN KENT meets them on the porch.
My girl Lana, what did you bring me?
MARTHA rolls her eyes at him.
Jonathan, what time is Clark coming?
JONATHAN looks at his watch.
Well Metropolis time is two hours behind but hes never been late for a Sunday supper. I reckon he should be here
The sound of their dog barking distracts JONATHAN. He looks by the barn and sees their son, SUPERMANs alter-ego, CLARK KENT, playing with the dog. He is dressed in jeans and simple button shirt.
--Right on time.
He hugs his father who looks small in his arms. Almost boylike, he approaches Lana.
There is a shared moment between them.
MARTHA whispers to JONATHAN and they leave the two alone for a moment.
Supper is finished and the table is cluttered with dirty dishes. MARTHA begins collecting dishes.
You outdid yourself, Ma. Let me help you with those.
CLARK gets up and assists. JONATHAN unbuckles his belt and leans back in his chair fully satisfied.
Jonathan, is that necessary. We have guests.
What? Lana might as well be family. She can unbuckle her pants if it makes her feel better.
Maybe next time.
Are you sure? I'm gonna stretch out on the floor in a minute.
You do that.
He will not.
CLARK walks out of the house followed by JONATHAN. There is a marvelous Kansas sunset over the flatlands of the farm.
Isnt that something?
It sure is. You know, Metropolis has a beautiful sunset.
But you can only see it when you're in a plane above the city. Thats why I dont go there often. I think Id miss her too much.
Ma seems a little distant.
We saw what you did this afternoon, son.
You know how she worries. She just wants you to be safe. You're her only son. Be careful.
Ill be careful, Pa. I promise.
He kisses his father on the forehead. MARTHA comes out of the house with LANA.
You werent going to race off with mine, were you?
He gives her a long hug.
I have some leftovers I can wrap for you.
Hmmm, homemade meat loaf, that's tempting but I'll be okay.
Are you going to walk me to my car, Clark?
Thanks for having me, Mrs Kent.
MARTHA and JONATHAN return to the house. CLARK walks LANA very slowly to her truck.
They love you so much.
I know. I dont know what I would do without them.
You know, when I fly through Metropolis I notice different things all the time. Subtle changes nobody probably notices. But when I fly over Smallville, its like nothing ever changes. Its just the way I left it. It's like time doesnt work here.
(laughing to herself)
It works. It just works very slowly.
(beat, very serious)
I miss you, Clark. I miss you so much.
I miss you, too, Lana.
LANA looks at him realizing he doesn't understand.
You really don't know, do you? You can hear clouds collide into each other but you are so oblivious sometimes.
You know every time your parents see you on TV they are so proud and so terrified at the same time. When other people worry if their kids are making friends and eating right your parents are worrying if some super-powered goon is going to get the best of you. If you're going to be trapped in space or buried in a lava flow or something.
I had that lava flow under control.
You're missing the point, Clark. They love you and worry about you. I worry about you. Sometimes I wish you would just come home one Sunday for dinner and stay but I know that can't happen. I've known you since we were kids and I know how your parents raised you. You could never stay in Smallville knowing there were things happening in the world you could prevent. You couldn't live with yourself. You could never be that selfish.
But I could.
You know, there are ten million people in Metropolis and I dont know any of them. Sometimes I think about it and I'm saving a city full of strangers when the people I know and love are here. And the worse part is everyone there thinks they know me.
But there things actually happen. They need you more than we ever could. They depend on you. You're their hero.
Am I? NASA lost contact with the Constitution and on reentry it exploded and twelve men died. I might have been the only man on Earth who could have saved them.
But you didnt, Clark. You didn't save them and they died. You cant save them all.
Instead, I spent my afternoon saving the life of a billionaire egomaniac.
And what if you hadnt? What if that woman blew up the building and a few thousand people died? Clark, you cant be everywhere.
But if I had been
If you had been what? Two places in the same time? Stronger? Faster? You may be the most amazing person on the planet and the world may call you Superman but inside youre just a man. You have to accept that.
CLARK reaches over and holds her hand. She smiles and leans in and kisses him.
Remember that night after graduation when you took me out into the back field. I knew you were going off to college but somewhere, I thought you were going to ask me to marry you.
CLARK has a look of surprise.
I thought we would get married and you'd get me out of the one cow town and I'd actually see something in my life.
Lana, I didn't
LANA shushes him before he can finish.
I should have married you when I had the chance.
Youll always have the chance, Clark. Whenever youre ready to come home, Ill be here.
They both gaze up into the open Kansas sky.
In the room seated around a large marble table are thirty men from various divisions of the LexCorp empire. One entire wall is a window overlooking a breathtaking view of night-lit Metropolis. The massive seat at the front of the table is empty.
The two giant doors to the room are tossed open and in walks LUTHOR (everyone stands). As always, within arms distance is MERCY, followed by two SECRETARIES. He sits at the front of the table with a SECRETARY on each side. MERCY stands behind him.
Gentlemen, I've had a hell of a day and I am not in a very good mood so let's make this short.
VAN HYNING, the Accounting Rep stands and clears his throat.
We have acquired six more research facilities in Southeast Asia. The munitions plant in Northern Europe that has been prohibiting our use of their new patented circuit board is no longer a problem.
Then the merger went well?
The details are in my report. LexAir, LexOil, LexCom and their subsidiaries are all doing well, twenty-two percent above the projected goals.
That's what I like to hear!
The stock divided this morning and LexCorp took a two hundred point seven million dollar loss the lowest percentage loss of all the listed companies. A loss sixteen percent higher than Maxwell Lord's holdings.
LUTHOR doesn't look happy with the news and everyone waits for his reaction.
What exactly am I standing in?
Company assets are at four point two trillion dollars.
HOLLISTER, the rep from RESEARCH & DEVELOPMENT stands.
Construction of our new facilities in South America and Greenland are proceeding ahead of schedule. The great news is medical research has perfected the Leukemia vaccine prototype. It works flawlessly.
Have they sent the conditions to the pharmaceutical firms?
Yes they have and they've all declined. They argue the asking price is outrageous.
If it were their kids let's see how outrageous it is. Very well, we keep it and it goes no where. The Antarctica facility?
Running totally on your new energy source for eight months on a less than a quarter of a percent what it previously used. The new fuel is clean, stable and most importantly cheap. Of course, we only have limited resources.
Is it possible to replicate the chemical structure?
We know it isn't from Earth but it's being worked on as we speak.
And the Metropolis Energy Commission?
That news isn't as good. There needs to be a unanimous vote to change the city's power source. We own ten of the twelve commission members but the other two refuse to cooperate. They think it's unnecessary to spend billions of dollars of taxpayer's money on an untested source.
We have a cat?
You cloned a cat?
(to VAN HYNING)
How much money have I spent on this cloning thing?
Two billion, Mister Luthor.
Two billion dollars and you have a cat?
Well, we have fifteen hundred cats.
It's very remarkable. They all are identical when means the matrix
Fifteen hundred cats? What am I supposed to do with fifteen hundred cats? If I were in Korea I'd open a delicatessen but I'm not. I'm in Metropolis where fifteen hundred cats are useless to me. I want something better. Dogs, monkeys, French-speaking gorillas. Impress me.
Yes, Mister Luthor.
(changing tone and becoming extremely serious)
Now to my Legal Department I have a problem, which in turn means you have a problem.
LUTHOR stands and begins circling the table in a tiger-like stalk looking for something to kill.
This afternoon a man stood outside, on my property and looked inside my building. My business. My home. I consider this a grave invasion of my privacy.
Now what are you going to do about it?
Several attorneys look nervously at each other. LUTHOR points at WYNN, a young man, who returns a "who me" look.
Well, he's Superman, sir. He's not the kind of person you issue subpoenas to. And he was acting with the cooperation of the Police and under The Good Samaritan act of 1968 you can't
The entire room cringes. LUTHOR looks up with a frightening serene expression.
You can't take legal action
I'm sorry, what's your name?
And Wynn, how long have you been employed here?
Three months, sir.
And can you tell me what qualifies you to work in my Legal Department?
I attended Harvard Law School on a full scholarship and graduated in the top three percent with honors. I worked as a public defender for three years in Gateway City with an undefeated record. I had my own firm for two years in Keystone and decided I wanted to work with the best and came here.
Are you familiar with my qualifications?
Well, let me familiarize you with my resume.
(to VAN HYNING)
What are my personal assets?
As of four-fifteen this afternoon, your personal worth is one hundred and sixteen point one billion dollars give or take a few hundred million.
Of the other two, one is an advisor to the President and the other spends his nights praying he can defend WayneTECH from my corporate raiders.
I understand you're new but for future reference, you never tell me what I can and cannot do.
Superman said something about not being able to see through the lead-lined rooms in the radiation labs. Get an estimate to the interior walls painted with a lead content paint.
(Turns toward the window)
I'm thinking beige.
LUTHOR is staring out over the city.
Everyone exits except MERCY. LUTHOR reaches adjusts his jacket and realizes he's missing his sterling silver pen. He looks at MERCY for an answer and she shrugs her shoulders.
LOIS enters PERRY's office waiving a floppy disk.
I got it.
She drops the disk on his desk.
The story on LexCorp bomb for the morning edition.
PERRY holds up another disk.
Clark had his here before he left at seven.
LOIS doesn't say anything. She fumes until she's built up enough pressure she storms out.
(shouting out and holding the disks)
And what ever happened to paper?
LOIS drops into her chair, consumed with anger. The clock in the background reads 11:00PM.
Cleaning people come and go along with the occasional worker burning the midnight oil. She never moves but the time does.
The clock DISSOLVES to 8:30am. The office becomes alive with people.
CLARK KENT enters with RON TROUPE and they go to their respective desks. CLARK situates his things, opens the morning paper while LOIS glares at him the whole time.
How do you do it, Smallville?
(not lowering the paper)
Do what, Lois?
You know what.
(lowering the paper and looking up)
I'm just doing my job.
No. Getting the stories on the front page is what I do. You're doing my job.
Are you jealous, Lois?
No, I am not jealous of you.
Tell you what. I have a meeting with MAYOR Berkowicz to discuss the revamping of the transit system. Why don't you go instead?
Don't do me any favors. Sam Lane didn't raise his daughters to take hand-outs.
No, I insist. I have a friend coming to town and it'll free up more of my time. He likes you better anyway. You always get the good stuff out of him.
Come on, Lois. He owes me an interview as a favor. It'll be an exclusive.
Okay, I'll do it, but not because I want the story. I'm doing it so you can spend the evening with your friend to do whatever it is you do when you're not here. Understood?
You're helping me out.
Across the room RON and JIMMY are listening in.
Lois is one hard case.
Miss Lane hates to lose especially to Mister Kent.
Actually, I'd hate to be on the receiving end of that but I think Kent actually likes it.
RON walks off.
A speeding VAN is weaving DANGEROUSLY through traffic while being pursued by POLICE cars. The VAN loses its pursuers but SWERVES to avoid a civilian, causing the VAN to flip several times landing in the middle of an intersection.
Dazed, three ski-masked THUGS emerge carrying duffel bags of money.
They flee through the streets, past pedestrians and into the subway.
The THUGS jump the turnstile and FORCE THEMSELVES Into a subway train as the doors shut and it pulls from the platform. Subway patrons scream with terror.
Everybody shut up or somebody's gettin' a bullet in the head!
(to THUG #3)
Go up front and make sure the driver doesn't radio anybody or make any stops until I say so.
THUG #3 hustles to the front of the car.
(to THUG #2)
They can still stop the car from the central station so if we don't stop at the 147th then they don't know what car we're on.
The train approaches the next platform without slowing.
We're not slowing! They don't know which train we're on! We are outta here!
The THUGS rejoice in a quick celebration as the train speeds past the platform. On the platform is CLARK KENT next to LOIS LANE (with her cell phone.)
The waiting commuters are confused and start mumbling. In an instant, CLARK peers into the moving train with his telescopic vision sees the THUGS with their hostages.
CLARK takes two steps backwards behind the line of people. His gray hat can be seen above the headline as he moves along the platform in the direction of the train. Between the people, we see a blur that changes from a gray suit to the familiar colorful uniform. He emerges from the other side as SUPERMAN and flies into the tunnel.
He's gone in a blur.
SUPERMAN speeds through the darkened tunnel, his image is a flicker among the passing subway lights. As he approaches the train he turns sideways (left side down, his front to the train) and squeezes BETWEEN THE TRAIN AND SUBWAY WALL. His face strains as he builds speed and MATCHES the turns without slowing.
The HOSTAGES in the train are panicked. One HOSTAGE, facing the window, can see a large sideways "S" shield moving past them to the front of the train. HOSTAGE burps a small nervous laugh and another until they quickly build to a frenzy of uncontrolled laughter. The other HOSTAGES fear he's going to get them killed.
(to LAUGHING HOSTAGE)
What the hell is so damn funny?
(trying to calm himself)
SUPERMAN arrives at the front of the train and turns upright flying in a standing position at the door.
SUPERMAN forces his fingers between the doors and tears them open with the sound of twisting metal.
(trying to stop)
get your ass
SUPERMAN, hovering two feet above the floor, steps down inside.
EVERYBODY in the train looks at the LAUGHING HOSTAGE with no idea what he's talking about.
THUGS turn to see SUPERMAN. Immediately they point their guns and fire in a rapid succession of bullets. Barely moving, SUPERMAN whips his hands through the air catching dozens of bullets.
THUG #2's gun jams.
THUG #1 runs out of ammunition.
THUG #3 keeps firing and SUPERMAN, still catching bullets walks slowly toward him, reaches out, wraps his fingers around the gun and begins to "crinkle" it causing it to SMOKE AND break apart. Metal chunks clang as they hit the floor. After the last piece falls, SUPERMAN laces his fingers with the THUG's and squeezes causing the THUG to buckle to his knees screaming in pain.
I'm guessing you're new here.
THUG #2's gun unjams and he fires at SUPERMAN's back. SUPERMAN hears the shot and turns. The bullet hits him square in his chest and ricochets
CAMERA pans out and SUPERMAN is holding the bullet between his thumb and index finger, four inches from THUG #2's forehead. The bullet is wafting smoke.
THUG #2 is whimpering.
I think this belongs to you.
He puts the hot bullet in THUG #2's palm and closes his fingers around it.
The train comes to a stop.
There are emergency vehicles and POLICE waiting streetside. SUPERMAN emerges from the subway surrounded by the crowd of people he's rescued.
A little GIRL approaches.
Superman, can I get my picture taken with you?
We're from out of town and it would be a great souvenir.
I really don't do pictures but I'll tell you what
SUPERMAN holds out his hand still full of bullets. He kneels to the girl's level and blows on them. The little GIRL winces at the cold air. When the mist clears, the bullets are incased in ice.
SUPERMAN plucks one from the mounds and hands it to her.
Why don't you take one of these and tell all your friends you saw Superman catch it?
SUPERMAN sets the frozen bullets on the ground and the crowd scrambles for them. SUPERMAN sees LOIS off to the side jotting notes on a tablet furiously.
The GIRL takes the frozen bullet and gleefully shows her parents.
SUPERMAN shakes his hand and winces. FATHER looks at him shocked. LOIS notices.
Let me see that.
I'm fine, Lois.
LOIS opens his hand and his palm is burned. LOIS looks at him with fear in her eyes.
Is this from the bullets?
I'll be okay.
He flies off.
Several COPS are escorting a HUGE LOUD PERP through the bustling station into lockup.
Hey pigs, how long you think I'm gonna to stay here before I breaks loose and kill you all?
SMALL FEMALE COP (OFFICER WARREN) walks by.
Hey piglet, nice piece you got there. You wanna see what I'm packin'?
She pulls out a can of mace and sprays him directly in the face. He starts coughs and changes into a laugh.
He repulses her by flicking his tongue. He holds his cuffed hands in the air.
Do you like to play with handcuffs as much as I do?
I prefer my men without jewelry.
Not a problem.
He twists his ham-fists together and strains the small silver chain until it breaks. He holds his free hands in the air.
He picks her up (OFFICER WARREN screams) and tosses her across the room like a discarded toy.
The station goes berserk. POLICE scramble for cover and draw their weapons.
Okay, who wants to be first?!
That would be me.
This whole sequence is done without a visual of the STRANGER. He is to be revealed later.
PERP looks down and laughs.
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PERP is thrown through the front double glass doors and lands in the middle of the street. Dazed, he lifts himself to see a TRUCK headed straight for him.
He SCREAMS! The DRIVER slams his breaks and the truck skids.
At the last possible second, a hand presses into the truck grill and stops it. The airbag ignites and explodes on the DRIVER. The front of the car is smashed like it hit a tree.
Someone see if that driver is okay.
The Police Station empties into the street. The PERP is mumbling to himself. The STRANGER grabs him by the back of his neck and squeezes. He points him into the direction of the OFFICER WARREN (who is rubbing her neck).
Since I'm sure you don't have a mother, I'll assume you don't know better.
Screw you, you frickin'
Apologize to the lady. I'm only going to ask you nicely once.
(in horrible pain and whimpering)
I'm sorry, Miss Police Lady Miss.
He lets go and PERP falls to the ground.
CLOSE-UP ON PERP'S HANDS as six pair of handcuffs lock around his wrists and he's led back into the station by several COPS with rifles pointed at him.
The STRANGER walks down the street.
What was that?
INT. SCHOOL BUS
The CHILDREN are screaming and crying. The DRIVER staggers to his feet in the overturned bus.
KIDS! KIDS! Everybody stay calm. This is going to be okay.
(pointing to an older boy)
Patrick! See if you can open the emergency door!
PATRICK pulls the lever but the door doesn't open. He sticks his head out a broken window and sees
A FREIGHT TRAIN. They have been pushed through traffic onto the tracks.
Mister Clifton! There's a train coming!
The CHILDREN begin screaming when something else slams into the bus with a THUD!
The bus starts to slide on the pavement through the train intersection. People get out of their cars watching the sight. CAMERA pans around the back of the train revealing STRANGER with his back against the bus PUSHING it over the tracks. The MAN is revealed slightly more than he was in the previous scene.
The bus barely clears the tracks and the train speeds by.
The STRANGER goes to the top of the bus (which is on its side) and with his bare hands tears into the metal roof making an opening for the children to escape.
Everybody be careful. The edges are sharp. Don't cut yourself.
The DRIVER, the last one out, squints at the sun in his eyes as he looks to his silhouetted benefactor
Thank you, Superm
And realizes this isn't SUPERMAN.
Don't worry. It happens all the time.
CLOSE UP: There is a short in the magnet track, which showers in sparks.
Gages begin flashing and the MONORAIL CONDUCTOR frantically tries to regain control. He clicks his radio on.
Attention base fourteen! Attention base fourteen! MMT six eight nine zero is runaway! Repeat: MMT six eight nine zero is runaway!
The monorail barrels through its switch-off.
Oh no. The switch.
DEPUTY MAYOR MICHAEL WALKER is behind a podium fielding questions from reporters. Among them is CLARK KENT and JIMMY OLSEN.
has no official stand at this time but I'll have an answer for you next week. The last three questions will be Ms Parks, Mr Kent and Mr Knox from the Globe.
With increased activities by Superman, does this administration endorse these unsanctioned actions and if it doesn't, how does it plan to police them?
CLOSE on CLARK KENT whose attention starts to drift. The DEPUTY MAYOR's voice warbles and with his hearing, he begins to focus on other things. The next lines overlap as if listening to a hundred people talk at once.
I had the Szechwan Chicken and Garlic Sauce
how could you do that do me? You know how much I care about you
this behavior cannot be tolerated
has managed to synthesize and patent some new mineral at LexCorp
if you're not doing anything after work I was hoping you might
are a bunch of heathen anyway
can't be trusted
don't know what I would do without
the nine thirty show
because of the gun
is so yummy
aren't really hers
The voices get more and more singled out until there is one lone voice.
emergency vehicles stand by for massive collision victims at Monorail Base fourteen
The sound focuses again on WALKER.
but is appreciated regardless, Mr Knox. And the last question goes to Kent.
The attention in the room shifts to an empty chair where CLARK was seconds earlier. Nobody saw KENT leave and no one is as surprised as OLSEN.
INT. CITY HALL PRESS ROOM
CLARK scurries around the corner past employees. An elevator being repaired and the doors are wedged open. Two REPAIRMEN are working on the doors. CLARK moves to the elevator in a blur. Both REPAIRMEN turn away as the blur moves between them and drops down the darkened shaft.
The two REPAIRMEN turn and look at each other and then go about the business.
INT. ELEVATOR SHAFT
CLARK freefalls down the shaft, his body a perfectly rigid form. His tie wisps above his head and his hair flips in the breeze as he plummets several stories. His eyes are closed enjoying the moment. The camera CLOSES IN on his chest.
His hands gently take the edges of his buttoned shirt and TEAR THEM APART REVEALING THE RED AND YELLOW "S" SHIELD ON BLUE THAT FILLS HIS CHEST.
INT. CITY HALL ELEVATOR SHAFT
The Lobby elevator is opened and marked off with "OUT OF ORDER" signs.
SUPERMAN flies out of the shaft and through the lobby. Someone enters and SUPERMAN meets the open door perfectly and flies out.
A SECOND MONORAIL is unaware another has lost control and not switched tracks. They are heading directly toward each other.
SUPERMAN swerves into view and catches up with RUNAWAY MONORAIL.
From inside, PASSENGERS look and point at SUPERMAN flying overhead.
SUPERMAN flies in front of the monorail, places himself AGAINST the front car and pushes in an attempt to slow it down in vain. The MONORAIL CONDUCTOR can see SUPERMAN through the window.
Come on, Superman! You can do it!
The second monorail is gaining. SUPERMAN uses his telescopic vision and can see the other MONORAIL miles away closing in.
INT. SECOND MONORAIL
CONDUCTOR is on the radio.
He throws a series of switches stopping the monorail. Passengers are thrown about as it halts.
EXT. RUNAWAY MONORAIL
The RUNAWAY MONORAIL is within immediate distance.
CLOSE on SUPERMAN's face, which is tightened and strained.
The MONORAIL frame begins to cave in making an indention with SUPERMAN at its center.
CLOSE on SUPERMAN's face, which is contorted
The noise stops.
All is silent.
CAMERA pans back from SUPERMAN's face and reveals a halted MONORAIL with his body pressed against it. He looks like a child in front of a semi compared to the train. CAMERA pans further revealing the SECOND MONORAIL maybe two feet in front of him.
The CONDUCTORS stare at him in disbelief.
Wait till my wife hears this one.
CAMERA moves along side the distance of the RUNAWAY showing the relieved passengers through the windows and finally coming to the end of the train revealing the STRANGER holding the back end. From a back window, people inside the train have been watching him.
The STRANGER lets go and steps out onto the platform tired and worn. This is the first time we fully see him in light. His is huge and bald with a goatee and dressed in black. In the distance, SUPERMAN staggers out from the train.
SUPERMAN and the STRANGER's eyes meet. The train doors open and people flood out.
All taken from witnesses to the day's events and all in different places.
Then the bus flipped over and we all fell and the train was coming but somebody pushed us out the way and he was big and strong and big and he pushed us off the tracks.
I don't know where he came from but he grabbed that guy and tosses him through the window into traffic like he was nothing. He made him apologize to Leah but I don't know, I might have let the guy get hit by that truck.
I've seen Superman in action but he looked different today. Like he wasn't all there.
The interviews are part of:
The show is a daily broadcast with a special segment every day on SUPERMAN's daily exploits. The logo in the background is made of slanted letters that appear to be flying off the screen.
The host is ANGELA CHEN.
Metallo. Who is he? What is he? Where did he come from? In the past twenty-four hours, he's been responsible for six different rescues and stopping three crimes in progress. With rumors of Superman's abilities waning, could his timing be better?
PROFESSOR HAMILTON is a man in his early fifties with glasses; gray hair and a matching beard.
Professor HAMILTON, how accurate are the reports of an "injured" Superman?
Since Superman's potential and the origin of his abilities are unknown to us, there is no sure way to tell to what extent he's suffering, if hes suffering at all.
So you will agree Superman is not the Man Of Tomorrow he was last month.
I have done more tests on Superman than anyone else has on Earth but the duration of time it took for his powers to deteriorate to their current state, only he knows. I can only imagine the effect having such power and then suddenly have it dissipate
HOST gets a message from her earpiece.
Hold on. We have a report Metallo just stopped a jewel heist in the downtown financial district. We have a camera there now. Let's see if we can go live.
A window appears with a scene of overturned cars on fire and several other wrecked vehicles.
Folks, I'm not sure what we're looking at here. There appears to be some fire and property damage.
The JERKY CAMERA pans catching METALLO hoisting a THUG in each hand in the air and into the back of a POLICE van.
Wait! There's Metallo.
CAMERA gets closer.
This is Angela Chen with Action Comments. Can we have a few words?
Despite his massive intimidating size and almost threatening appearance, METALLO speaks very articulately and is well-mannered. He is a paradox of himself.
You're abilities obviously dwarf the rest of us. Can you tell us how you became Metallo?
I wish I could but most of its a blur to me. I remember being in a car accident and rescued by someone on the outskirts of the city. I was almost dead and this man, a scientist, saved my life. Unfortunately the scientist died soon after so there is a lot that's unexplained even to me. Im not sure what he did to me but Im just glad to be alive. I feel better now than I ever have.
The talk of the town is that if you hadn't assisted Superman with the monorail, hundreds could have died and possibly Superman. Do you believe Superman is weakening?
Stopping that train wasn't easy. I know. Maybe there are some jobs that require more than Superman.
Is that your way of saying you plan on replacing Metropolis' Marvel?
Definitely not. Superman is a hero to me as he is everyone in Metropolis, if not the world. Look, Metropolis is a big town. There are eleven million people here and I think there is more than enough room for the both of us. I bet the guy could use a vacation.
Forced laughter from CHEN.
Now if you don't mind, I'd like to make sure these guys get taken off and I still have to clean up this mess.
Thanks for your time. We have a CALLER. CALLER you're on the air with Professor HAMILTON.
I seen Sooperman in action and I don't believe you guys is writin' his death certificate already and puttin' that Metallo guy on yer shoulders. The guy didn't catch a train for Pete's sake! He's always been there when it mattered. Maybe the guy didn't get enough sleep or he's got some kinda twenty-five hour bug or somethin'.
Oh-kay. We have another CALLER with an opposing view.
You really must develop a better screening process.
Is this Lex Luthor?
Yes it is.
What an unexpected pleasure. Metropolis' favorite entrepreneur. Can I call you Lex?
I agree with Metallo. There is room in Metropolis for two heroes. I think underestimating Metallo may be a grave mistake. To put so much trust in one person can only be dangerous. At least we know Metallo is human unlike Superman who hides his origin. Exactly what do we know about Superman in the few years he's been here.
I know he can kick your bald ass clear to Otisburg--
Tell you what Luther
Dumbass! Why don't you come out of that fancy glass house and you and me can do a little one on one in yer front yard or ain't you got the rocks?
Okay, I think that will be enough and we'll be back after this commercial break.
Several staffers are gathered around the wall-mounted television and break up when the LEXAIR commercial starts. In the background, CLARK is at his desk handwriting a letter. LOIS is seated across from him. JIMMY approaches.
Did you see Metallo on the news? Man, is he something or what?
Theres a "k" in "panicked."
LOIS smacks his hand HARD. CLARK sneezes. LOIS instinctively hands him a box of tissue.
CLARK reaches for the box and LOIS draws it back.
What was that?
Mister Kent sneezed.
Are you sick, Smallville?
A little under the weather. Probably something going around.
She hands him the box.
Ive never seen you sick, Clark. I thought they built all you country boys big and strong.
Thats true, Mister Kent. Wow. You're quick, Miss Lane.
I'm a reporter, Jimmy. I notice things.
CAT GRANT shouts from her desk on the other side of the room.
HAS ANYBODY NOTICED IF METALLO IS WEARING A WEDDING RING?
I havent been feeling well. I'm probably best I go home and get some rest.
CAT approaches. CLARK puts his letter in an envelope and hands it to JIMMY.
Jimmy, could you take this down to the mail room.
Sure thing, Mister Kent.
CAT takes it from JIMMY.
A letter? Let me guess your pigeons haven't come back yet? You know, with emails, faxes and if you really want to be a Neanderthal you could always use the telephone.
I think it's sweet. I can't remember when the last time somebody wrote something for me. Why can't I meet a nice guy?
Didn't Bruce Wayne serve you with a restraining order?
That was four years ago and I am feeling much better now, thank you.
Any good dirt I should know about, Clark?
Kent doesn't have any dirt. He's going to go home and make some soup from a Kent recipe that's been in the family for six generations and huddle down with a quilt and Frank Capra movie that would make me wretch. Aren't you, Kent?
I thought you had visitors tonight, Mister Kent. Isn't that why you're letting Miss Lane interview Mayor Berkowicz?
A statuesque WOMAN (#2) dressed in a long skirt and conservative blouse enters. Her body is that of an athlete. Her legs are to die for. Her skin's like porcelain and her thick jet black wavy hair cascades down her shoulders to the middle of her back.
She approaches the RECEPTIONIST (#3) who looks up, startled.
Can I help you?
I'm here to see Clark Kent.
A man walks by in the background staring at her.
QUICK CUT TO:
Hmmmm. More Kansas farm boys?
Cat likes 'em big. It must be all the corn.
QUICK CUT TO:
The doors open. Everyone in the elevator is at shoulder height to mystery woman. She exits and they stare. As she walks down the hall and a man carrying a computer monitor sees her, drops it, and it shatters on the floor.
QUICK CUT TO:
PERRY WHITE sticks his face out of his office.
CLARK gets up and heads for PERRY's office.
Why are you so hard on Clark, Lois?
She's jealous because she's LOIS LANE: ACE REPORTER and the story of the century, the coming of SUPERMAN, was swooped right out from underneath her while she was there; by the new guy, the country guy. The nobody who went to college at Hicksville University in Kansas. The nobody who never had a professional gig in his life and not only does he manage to sneak a story pass the great and powerful Lois Lane, he manages to win a Carlin Award in the process
On his first time out.
(Beat, to LOIS)
Green doesn't become you, Lois.
QUICK CUT TO:
The WOMAN's image is on a wall of monitors. Five GUARDS are watching her. One signals and two more join them.
QUICK CUT TO:
You want to know what it is? This guy is a Boy Scout. He doesn't smoke. He doesn't drink. He doesn't swear. He calls his parents everyday. If I had to talk to my father everyday I'd kill myself. He's honest. He's trustworthy. He's moral. Every friend he's got he's had since high school and that just isn't normal. The guy says grace before his meals, eats his vegetables first and drinks milk. And that ridiculous hat! Who wears a fedora?
For Christ's sake, has anyone ever seen him use the bathroom?
They stare at her like she's a madwoman.
I saw him help old lady Hayworth across the street to Berardo's Delicatessen yesterday.
That is exactly what I mean. Everybody knows old lady Hayworth is a cranky bitch.
(Searching for words)
He's like some kind of by-the-book moral, excellent worker, great writer, seven-year-old in the body of a linebacker virgin.
That's it. You're crazy. I hope your medical is paid for.
(Standing to exit)
No. There is something else to this guy. Things about him we couldn't imagine. Nobody eats that much apple pie. I can't put my finger on it but you'll know when I do. Kent is full of surprises.
She turns and is eye level at the chest of the mystery WOMAN. CAMERA cuts to a FULL SHOT of the both of them and the woman (5'11" wearing four inch heels) towering over the 5'7" LOIS.
I was told I could find Clark Kent here.
The WOMAN speaks in a very distinct accent (similar to Greek). Everyone is speechless.
Clark Kent. He's a reporter.
This is the City Room, isn't it?
PERRY's door open and he and CLARK exit. CLARK sees his guest.
He hugs her. LOIS stares at them both in disbelief.
WOMAN #2 from here on will be known as DIANA.
I thought I was in the wrong place.
Did you have any trouble getting into town?
I'm okay. I have a pretty good sense of direction.
Everyone, this is an old friend, Diana.
This is Ron Troupe. Cat Grant our society columnist. Jimmy Olsen our favorite photographer. And this is Lois Lane.
Clark's told me a lot about you, Miss Lane.
Let me get my things and we can go. Have a seat.
CLARK leaves and DIANA sits in his chair. Everyone hovers around her.
So Diana ?
What is it you do?
I'm an ancient history liaison for Marston University in Boston.
Is that so?
Mostly Greek history and cultures.
Are you from Smallville?
(Laughing, leans and whispers)
Do I look like I'm from Smallville?
DIANA gets up and joins him.
It was a pleasure meeting you all.
CLARK and DIANA exit. PERRY enters in time to see them leaving.
Geez, where did Kent find the Amazon?
INT. CLARK'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
The apartment decor is simple. Lots of photos and mementos from home, high school football trophies and journalism awards.
DIANA's looking at the wall of pictures.
This one is new.
(From the kitchen he looks up at a wall and answers)
That's my parents and Lana last Christmas.
They're such good people.
DIANA gently runs her finger over the image of PA KENT with envy.
You know they sent me a Christmas card.
I told them you didn't celebrate Christmas. You should send them a card when Zeus' birthday comes.
I don't think Hallmark makes a card for that.
CLARK steps out from the kitchen with a picnic basket.
Where are we going?
A little place I know outside the city.
CLARK and DIANA are sitting on a large blanket eating by the dim light of a lantern. Although we can't see the background, they seem to be in the middle of nowhere with a starlit sky.
Everyone misses you, Clark.
Really? That means a lot to me.
You seem distant. What's troubling you, Clark?
That train. I've caught planes in midair. I should have been able to stop that. If Metallo hadn't been there those people would have died.
But they didn't. Be glad he was there.
It's weird because I felt fine before I got there and then I just felt so tired.
It's not okay. I don't get sick. Do you have any idea what it takes to make me tired?
There was a minute where I thought I was going to die with those people.
DIANA's face turns serious.
Have you ever thought you were going to die?
(Uneasy at the idea)
I, I've never considered it.
Me neither. I swear I was going to get crushed between those trains. There was a minute, not even, a fraction of a second, where something inside told me to get out the way.
And then in a split second I justified it thinking if I saved myself and let those few hundred people die how many more could I save in my lifetime? A few thousand? Tens of thousands? Would letting a few hundred people die be worth saving a few million in the end?
But you could never do that. Do you think you could just let some asteroid drop into the middle of downtown and whatever happens, happens.
That's not like you. I know it's a lot of pressure but you raise the standard. Hal doesn't tell anybody but I can tell he tries to run the League like you would. People strive to be like you and that's a good thing.
I'm afraid one day I'm going to fail them.
And one day you might. But you can't live in fear of that. One day we both might die but it isn't how you die that's important it's how you lived.
There is a long silence.
It's nice to have someone who understands.
Anytime, Clark. Anytime.
This is a really nice spot. I always wondered why it's here.
Do you really want to know?
The CAMERA pans out and reveals they are sitting in the center of STONEHENGE.
A TECH is seated behind a large panel of gauges, lights and switches. His feet are propped up on another chair and he's leaning backwards in his chair reading copy of NEWSTIME. Several SUPERVISORS walk past the glass booth and one knocks to get his attention.
(Through the glass)
Don't fall asleep in there, Thomas.
TECH nods his head in acknowledgment and goes back to his reading.
(To SUPERVISOR #2)
He is such a bookworm.
CAMERA pans behind him and we see the PLAYBOY hidden behind the NEWSTIME.
A siren starts to wail. On the panel, lights flare on and off.
TECH drops the magazines. He pulls two massive books from underneath the desk and flops them open reviewing procedures. The SUPERVISORS burst in immediately taking positions on the board and making phone calls.
What the hell happened?!
We have a core breach in sectors seventeen, five, sixty-six, seventy-five and forty-three.
Barrier fifteen will reach maximum potential in three minutes. Reserve shields are in place.
(Holding a telephone)
It's Damage Control. They want to know can you contain it?
Extremely long beat.
Sound 'em off.
Suicide Slum Metropolis' only ghetto and bigger than some towns. The buildings are run down tenements with barred windows. The cars are old and decrepit with exception if the occasional gangsta ride that people cross the street to avoid. Unless you can protect yourself, you don't walk here at night.
On a corner, dozens of youths are hanging out when the sirens begin to wail. They echo through the night like air raid sirens from World War II.
One by one, everything stops. Cars stop moving. Music stops playing. People stop talking. People sleeping wake and look out their windows to see the commotion. Everyone already outside walks to the center of the street where they can get a clear view of the nuclear power plant visible in the distance at the edge of the slum.
CLARK, shirtless and in sweatpants, is sleeping alone. In the back of his head, he can hear muffled voices. His eyes flutter beneath his closed lids until the voice becomes clear:
--has ruptured and reached threatening levels in the Suicide Slum borough of Metropolis
CLARK shoots upright and darts into the living room where the CAMERA centers in on a television tuned to Metropolis' 24 hour news network WGBS. The volume is almost inaudible making the ANCHOR appear to be moving her lips without sound. As the CAMERA pans back out, CLARK's pajamas are on the floor where he was standing. In the background there is an open window with curtains waving from the night air.
Panic in the streets as people try to evacuate the area. Cars are gridlocked and the monorails overrun as people force themselves inside pressing the already overcrowded cars tighter. A small RIOT has broken out with people looting while others are trying to escape the slum.
In a blur, SUPERMAN passes overhead straight for the power plant. People stop in their tracks behave themselves reminded there will be consequences for their actions.
Employees are fleeing when SUPERMAN flies through the open doors and over the evacuees. He hits the corners at top speed making virtual 90 degree turns.
SUPERMAN appears in a room full of harried MEN in radiation containment suits trying unsuccessfully to control the problem.
Thank God, you're here, Superman. We've lost control of the fail-safes and the core is ruptured. We'll reach a red zone in less than ten minutes.
What do you need me to do?
The core functions with Uranium 238 rods surrounded with water--
--Creating steam which powers turbines creating the electricity.
I really haven't got time for the science lesson.
The containment systems and backup systems have gone off-line.
How old is this plant?
It was built in 1984.
Then I assume you're using Barium and lead shielding to contain the radiation?
Yes. If you can manually force the fail-safe shields back into place we can control the rupture from here. If not, radioactive steam forces the chamber to depressurize and there are going to be a lot of dead people in this city.
Yell when the shields are in place. I'll be listing for you.
SUPERMAN enters the core and begins to push the shields into place.
The men are watching his progress on a series of monitors. One of the graphics representing a shield slides into place.
He's doing it!
This is amazing! Nobody can survive that much radiation!
Come on. Come on.
A few more lights go positive on the monitor and one gets halfway into place and stops.
Maybe the radiation got to him?
No. The computer must be malfunctioning from the heat.
That's not possible.
SUPERVISOR #3 panics and hits the panels and nothing changes.
There is a long silence and nothing. Suddenly the monitors show the panels being slid into place.
The men cheer. The computer returns to its normal mode. The disaster averted.
The sirens stop and people begin to cheer and shout SUPERMAN's name and praises.
The three MEN rush to the entrance and two of them pull the vault-like door open as a figure steps from the core.
Thank God, Superm
SUPERVISOR stops in mid-sentence. The figure steps into the light and it's METALLO. In his arms is SUPERMAN. His face pale and body limp. His uniform is darkened and tattered.
FADE TO BLACK:
There is a slow fade in from black with voices becoming clear before the image. The following series of telecasts blend into each other between scenes of them being watched by people worldwide.
conflicting reports from around the globe
A couple watching TV in the morning. The WIFE stops in the middle of making breakfast to listen.
of a near-nuclear meltdown in Metropolis
Crowds of people gather in an airport around a television.
at 3am this morning
Inmates at Blackgate Maximum Security Prison are quiet in the cafeteria
sources are unable to clarify the cause of the accident
Generals gathered at the Pentagon watching of massive screens. Astronauts in the space shuttle listen.
but what is known at this time is Superman appeared
A young red-haired woman with glasses in a wheelchair behind a several dozen computer monitors in a state-of-the-art information center.
and attempted to shut down the reactor
Children watching televisions in classrooms.
other details are sketchy
ANGELA CHEN and the other members of the WGBS television station.
some stating Superman was unable to contain the leakage
GUARDS and DOCTORS at Arkham Asylum.
and was assisted by Metallo, another hero who appeared in Metropolis several weeks ago
METROPOLIS MAYOR FRANK BERKOWICZ and DEPUTY MAYOR MICHAEL WALKER.
and has since built a very loyal following
PERRY WHITE and other members of the DAILY PLANET listen.
among these rumors are Metallo rescued a fallen Superman from the destructive core
LEX LUTHOR in his bedroom with a marvelous view of the city. In the bed is one of his various BIMBOS filing her nails while LUTHOR concentrates on the telecast from wall of televisions which combine making a single image.
and another disturbing piece, that we would like to stress has not been confirmed or denied is
MA and PA KENT holding each other's hands, each filled with dread.
Superman is dead.
SLOW FADE TO BLACK AND THEN SNAP TO:
PROFESSOR EMIL HAMILTON is barely awake. He's been working non-stop and it's taken its toll on him. In the background is an EKG machine with an extremely slow heartbeat. The pattern skips a beat and catches the next one. The pattern quickens and becomes irregular.
HAMILTON looks up. He grabs the telephone.
(Listening to his earpiece)
wait, wait. This just in. SUPERMAN IS ALIVE! I REPEAT, SUPERMAN IS ALIVE! REPORTS OF HIS DEATH HAVE BEEN EXAGGERATED. SUPERMAN IS ALIVE!
PEOPLE in the previous scenes REJOICE, as do people worldwide
Except LUTHOR who fumes while he can hear his employees cheering in the halls.
SUPERMAN sits upright and peels the monitoring tabs from his body. HAMILTON rushes to his side.
How did I get here?
They took you to the hospital and broke six needles trying to get a blood sample. They gave up and brought you to me.
Are the people safe?
Everyone is fine. Metallo shut the reactor down and saved you.
SUPERMAN gives him a look of surprise and disgust that he failed at the same time.
I have to get out of here.
Superman, you're very weak. I'd like to run some more tests.
I'm sorry, Professor, but I haven't got time for that.
SUPERMAN staggers across the room and exits. People stare as he exits the elevator, a shadow of his former self, and exits the front door.
SUPERMAN moves across the pavement, lifts his hands in the air and gently rises into the sky. His movements are concentrated and not fluid. He is like someone sick trying to accomplish basic tasks.
LANA is watching the news with her feet curled beneath her and clutching a pillow.
A tap at the balcony window startles her. Outside is SUPERMAN, hovering in the air. He looks much better than he did earlier. LANA tosses balcony window open and leaps out into SUPERMAN's arms with no concern for her safety. He holds her thirty feet above the grassy lawn.
They said you were dead.
Gently he floats to the balcony and carries her inside.
Lana, may I stay here with you for awhile?
Sure, Clark. Is everything all right?
I just need some time away.
I'm so glad you came.
Members of the press are gathered. DEPUTY MAYOR MICHAEL WALKER steps up to the podium.
Ladies and gentlemen, MAYOR Frank Berkowicz.
MAYOR FRANK BERKOWICZ takes his place.
I appreciate your coming on such short notice. I will try to make this brief. These are the facts: This morning, there was an unidentified malfunction at the Shuster Nuclear Facility. Attempting to stop a possible meltdown, Superman was rendered unconscious. The state of his condition was not known then and is still unclear. Metallo rescued Superman from the nuclear core of the facility and possible death.
For that we are all grateful. At this time I would like to extend my personal gratitude, as well as that of the great city of Metropolis, to Metallo, for averting disaster and saving our friend.
Double doors in the back of the conference room swing open and METALLO strides down the aisle to the podium. Cameras barrage him with flashes. He shakes the MAYORs hand and steps behind the podium for a few words.
CLARK and LANA are sitting on the sofa watching the broadcast. CLARK is dressed in his normal clothes sans glasses.
I feel so incompetent.
Maybe you should stay here with me.
The telephone rings and LANA answers it.
Hello. Yes, I was watching it just now.
She mouths "It's your mother," to CLARK. He motions not to let her know he's there.
Sure, Mrs Kent. I don't know either. Well, you know I will. Okay, give Mr Kent my best. Bye.
(Hangs up phone)
Arrggghhhh! I hate lying to your mother. I feel so guilty.
She knows what happened. If she knows I'm here she's not going to want me to go back.
So I guess this means you aren't staying?
CLOSE on ANGELA CHEN, the host.
Welcome to a special edition of Action Comments. I'm your host, Angela Chen. With the near-disaster that took place several days ago, a debate has emerged regarding Metropolis' questionable power source. Our special guest for the hour is Metropolis' other favorite son, millionaire industrialist Lex Luthor.
The CAMERA snaps to a TWO SHOT putting an insulted LUTHOR in the frame.
Oh, I'm sorry.
A common error.
I would like to give a special thanks to Mister Luthor who not only agreed to this interview, but also permitted us to telecast from one of his soundstages in the LexCorp building.
I would have been happy to join you downtown but in light of recent (ah-hem) incidents, one can never be too careful.
It's our pleasure, Mister Luthor.
Now it's your opinion this whole incident could have been avoided.
Several months ago my engineers at LexCorp developed a revolutionary energy source. This source is able to produce the same results as a nuclear facility without the ugly side effects the citizens of Metropolis came so close to experiencing first hand.
Without the chance of a hazardous leak?
None whatsoever. Our energy source is devised by splitting atomic particles and then harnessing that energy.
Nevertheless, if you have eliminated the radioactive side effect, then you aren't splitting uranium or any other radioactive element.
Then what are you splitting?
Now Angela, if I had a dime for every time someone asked me how I did something I'd be a millionaire.
But you are a billionaire.
You catch on quick.
(Reaching to the side and getting a report)
This is a report from the Metropolis Energy Commission in which they reviewed your proposal. They objected to your not allowing the energy source to be tested by an outside safety committee or revealing the source of the energy.
Angela, you don't look into the face of God and ask him how he makes air. You should just be glad it's there.
Let it be known there were only two people on that panel that oppose me and refused to move into the twenty first century.
Then there is an issue of price. This energy would cost the citizens of Metropolis three times what they are currently being charged. Do you think this is fair?
Things cost money. Power plants cost money. Research costs money. Skilled EMPLOYEEs cost money. Your children's safety costs money. People will say it's a lot of money but I can guarantee the people at Love Canal, Three Mile Island and Chernobyl wish they had that option. In fact, I bet there are people in Suicide Slum tonight that would pay for that option.
But aren't you afraid people will look at this as a case of the rich getting richer? Don't you have a duty as a human being to
I want the best for my city, Miss Chen. I'm a business man, let Simon Carr and Ted Kord be philanthropists and humanitarians.
Whoa! That almost sounded like an attack on Superman.
Let me just thank God for Metallo because without him there would be a few hundred thousand dead people MAYOR Berkowicz would have to account for.
Well, in an opinion poll taken this afternoon, citizens were asked who they would depend on in a crisis and an overwhelming eighty-two percent still said they would side with Superman. I think it may be a little premat--
S M A S H!
The image, revealed to be on a television, dies. Inside the cracked screen is an empty liquor bottle.
WHAT THE HELL?!
METALLO is on a huge sofa with five scantily clad BIMBOS trying to caress a piece of him. The furnishings in the massive room reek of money. The wall-sized windows overlook the nightlit city. Along the floor are liquor bottles and empty plates where METALLO has been treated like a king.
His demeanor is 180 degrees different than what it was earlier. He is loud, thuggish and belligerent.
Oh John, what did you have to go and do that for? That's the third set this week.
I can't stand this crap! Everywhere I go it's Superman save me and Superman you're my hero! How many people do I have to save?! How much of this do I have to put up with?!
BIMBO #1 can be heard in the background ordering a new television.
I don't know what that Chen girl likes but I think you're so much sexier than Superman. Capes are so out this year. Besides, everybody knows nice boys finish last, and more importantly, are so bo-ring.
Come on, John. Let's go in the back and we can take your mind of things.
She nuzzles his neck. BIMBO #2 starts unbuttoning his shirt and kissing his chest. It makes him uncomfortable.
Doesn't that feel good?
He bucks them both onto the floor.
It doesn't feel like anything! I can't feel anything! I can't smell anything!
I can't taste anything! And I am sick of being second to that blue idiot! I'm just a shell of a man and I got nothing!
Me and Luthor gotta have a talk.
METALLO stands up and BIMBO #4 hangs on him.
Don't go anywhere, Johnny Baby. Stay here with us.
Picks BIMBO #4 up with one hand and tosses her through the air onto a sofa.
METALLO storms from the room. The BIMBOS all get very serious. They aren't as dumb as the pretend and their real purpose is keeping METALLO docile. BIMBO #5 picks up the telephone.
Security? He's out.
LUTHOR and ANGELA CHEN are going to commercial.
--after these messages.
And we're off. Seventy seconds people.
MAKE-UP people rush the two and touch up the make-up. LUTHOR's cell phone rings. He motions the MAKE-UP people away and answers it.
Yes. How long ago? Very well.
(Dialing another number)
Mercy, he's on his way. Maneuver six.
MERCY GRAVES is standing to the side watching the broadcast.
(Into a cufflink microphone)
Yes, Mister Luthor.
She leaves the room.
Four SECURITY GUARDS scramble through the hall to meet METALLO. The elevator door opens revealing the hulking METALLO.
Sir, I'm going to have to ask
METALLO lifts him and throws him THROUGH THE AIR. He hits the floor and slides into a wall.
He grabs another and lifts him over his head knocking ceiling tiles down with his feet as he turns and drops him.
He takes another and pushes him into a wall denting the plaster rendering him unconscious. His limp body hangs in the broken plaster for a few seconds and drops.
The last GUARD draws his gun and fires into METALLO's back. METALLO turns. The GUARD fires Repeatedly.
Is that the best Luthor's got?
METALLO pushes him aside and he slides across the tiles and stops at the feet of MERCY GRAVES.
METALLO walks over the bodies to pass MERCY. She raises her hand for him to halt.
His hulking mass makes her look even smaller than she is. There is fury in METALLO's eyes and no fear in MERCY's.
MERCY calmly reaches into her pocket, retrieves a small remote control with one button.
You gotta be shittin' me.
She shows it to METALLO, and then presses the button.
METALLO lets out a quick scream and is silenced. He doubles over and drops to his knees in excruciating pain.
LUTHOR's voice is heard through her earpiece.
Mercy, is our guest under control?
Yes, Mister Luthor.
Good. Prepare him for company. I'll be up in a minute.
METALLO is seated in a large metal chair with thick, modified manacles on his wrists and ankles. He's immobile except from the neck up. His face strains as he tries to break free.
The doors are tossed open and LUTHOR saunters to the bar and makes himself a drink.
John Corben. I have to say I thought our working relationship up to this point had been quite complimentary. You really must learn how to behave when you're a guest in someone's home.
What have you done to me, Luthor?
The same thing I do to everyone.
I control you.
Of course with you, it isn't something as easy as slush funds or threatening your family. You're special. I had to have equipment built, satellites to monitor you etcetera etcetera etcetera.
LUTHOR walks over and taps the manacles with a new sterling silver pen.
You didn't think I was going to spend a few billion dollars to make you the most powerful THUG on Earth just to watch you walk away when you got bored, did you? It's all planning, my boy. That's why I am who I am and you are
Well, why you're stuck in that ridiculous chair.
Nobody treats John Corben like a chump.
Pay attention you idiot, I am treating you like a chump because, I don't know if you noticed or not, you are the chump. Without me, you're nothing.
Without you, I'd still be man! I can't feel anything! The heat, the cold, nothing! I can't smell! I can't taste! Everything sounds funny. Nothing looks right. I can't stand this! You've made me into some kind of freak!
I saved your life! If I hadn't invested in you, you would be a two-bit dead assassin and petty thief.
LUTHOR turns to leave.
This isn't over, Luthor.
Is that a threat?
Why don't you call one of your lawyers and have them figure it out?
Better yet, why don't I call my technicians and have them take you apart one piece at a time?
Bitch bitch bitch. Moan moan moan. You're alive and as jarring as it may be, it still beats the hell out of the alternative
Which is still an option.
John Corben, you are alive because I want you that way and when or if I decide otherwise, there is nothing on this planet than can save you. Is that clear?
Excellent. Now I'll let you go if you promise to behave and cooperate as agreed.
METALLO nods. LUTHOR has the remote MERCY had earlier and switches him "on." METALLO stands and breaks free of the manacles that drop to the floor with a metallic clang.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have business to attend to.
LUTHOR turns before exiting.
And John, you may be a shell of your former self and you may be my pawn
but at least you have your health.
LUTHOR leaves. METALLO, furious, picks up the metal chair and tears it in half.
FADE TO BLACK:
TIME LAPSE: METALLO paces the room pondering his situation.
METALLO walks the halls with a mission. People cross to get out of his way.
The door slides open and METALLO enters. The room is covered with wall-to-wall state-of-the-art technology. There are several TECHS wandering about manning their stations. One sees METALLO and approaches him.
Sir, this area is authorized personnel only.
Yes, I am.
I didn't know you were in the building.
I'm a guest of Mister Luthor.
Well it sure is pleasure to meet you, sir. I saw what you did with the chemical fire on the East Side. My brother lives there and it's appreciated.
No problem. I was bored so I've been wandering the building. I just wanted to look around. Is that okay?
Sure. We aren't accustomed to having guests but I can give you the nickel tour.
What is all this?
This is the Communication Center for LexCorp. From here we keep in contact with the affiliates in Atlanta, New York, Tokyo, Coast City, Sydney, London and another three dozen cities worldwide. Mister Luthor can control information from his own private network as well as the sixty-eight satellites he has in orbit around the planet and on reconnaissance missions through space.
State-of-the-art. When NASA and NORAD upgraded they came to Mister Luthor. There isn't another system close to this on Earth.
I guess all this is pretty expensive.
Most of it is prototype. Some of it designed by Mister Luthor himself and only he knows the specs.
He's something of a paranoid and doesn't like to depend on others for designs.
Most of it is irreplaceable.
METALLO pushes a TECH out of the way, RIPS A 25" MONITOR FROM THE WALL and lifts it over his head showering him in sparks. All the TECHS scramble for safety.
Some TECHS in his way run for cover. METALLO throws the monitor and destroys a panel of computer banks.
Somebody call Mister Luthor!
He begins to trash the room ripping components from the walls and flipping work stations over. Fires flare and components explode.
A TECH, cowering behind some equipment, reaches out and presses a button.
A SIREN wails accompanied by FLASHING RED LIGHTS. SECURITY MEN scramble for the COMMUNICATION CENTER.
The SECURITY TEAM passes several intersecting hallways. MERCY GRAVES comes out of one and joins them.
METALLO rounds a corner to find MERCY and her men waiting for him. She is in the forefront. The TEAM is kneeling with rifles. MERCY is holding out his remote.
She presses the button.
METALLO is still standing. She presses the button again. Nothing. A look of fear sweeps over her face as METALLO gently takes the box from her hands and crushes it in his fist.
He lifts MERCY and tosses her.
The SECURITY TEAM opens fire riddling METALLO with bullets. METALLO charges them.
SNAP CUT TO:
LUTHOR is in bed with another anonymous BIMBO when the videophone rings. Annoyed, he sits and answers it.
Mister Luthor, there's been a problem.
What kind of problem?
You better just come down here.
LUTHOR enters what looks like a battlezone. The walls are on fire and riddled with bulletholes. There is a LEXCORP MEDICAL TEAM attending to the wounded.
Furiously, LUTHOR looks for someone to blame.
We did the best we could. We barricaded the exits to contain him.
Then where is he?
SECURITY GUARD points OFF CAMERA and LUTHOR turns as the CAMERA pans revealing a door-sized hole in the wall.
JUMPERS BRIDGE is the entrance to SUICIDE SLUM. METALLO walks across the desolate bridge, occasionally being passed by vehicles.
Despite the hour, there are people, drug dealers, gangs and hookers wandering the streets. He walks into the center of the main strip. Traffic stops around him and comes screeching to a halt. Horns start to blare and people become irate that he refuses to move. A crowd starts to gather.
A car screeches to a halt barely missing him.
WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?!
METALLO reaches under the front end of the car and flips it over landing it on its top.
People are too frightened to move but the noise stops.
His voice, which starts as a low roar and escalates without effort.
(Bellowing and building)
CLARK is getting groceries. The market owner, METCALF, spots CLARK behind the shelves.
Clark? Is that Clark Kent?
Hi, Mister Metcalf.
Excitedly, he comes around the counter and shakes his hand.
I don't think I've seen you since you went off to the big city to be reporter.
That's not true. You saw me last Christmas.
Then it just feels like forever. You know, I bet we're the only store in all of Kansas that gets the Daily Planet sent in everyday. Granted, it gets here two days late but it's the effort that counts.
I appreciate that.
Where are your folks?
They're probably at home. They don't know I'm here. It's kind of a surprise.
CLARK hands him some money and METCALF gives him change.
I get it. Mums the word. You take care.
CLARK exits and LANA is in her truck listening to the radio, singing and tapping the steering wheel like drums. He gets in the passenger side.
On the radio are SONNY & CHER. LANA is singing along. CLARKmuch more shy.
before it's earned our money's all been spent.
Come on, Clark.
"Put your little hand in mine."
Put your little hand in mine. Ain't no hill or mountain, we can't climb.
Babe, I got you, babe. I got you, babe.
I got you, babe.
I got you, babe.
If you've got me, who's got you?
I got you, babe.
The car pulls into her driveway. CLARK carries the groceries inside as LANA is still humming the song.
CLARK puts the groceries up while LANA turns on the television. Her humming stops. Without being called, CLARK comes out of the kitchen.
On the television is a LIVE broadcast of Metropolis where a city block has been devastated. Behind the reporter are barricades and what looks like hundreds of POLICE in riot gear swarming into the area. In the center of it all is METALLO.
don't understand. We're a safe distance but that's uncertain since Metallo has been seen to toss various debris, some the size of cars, several blocks
LANA changes the channel and the same scene is shown from a helicopter POV.
just tuning in, Metallo, who only days ago prevented a meltdown and saved hundreds of thousands of lives in Metropolis' Suicide Slum, came in this morning and ordered, repeat ordered, it's citizens to evacuate as he then took over the fifteen square mile project
She changes the channel again.
declared Suicide Slum his property and said, and we quote, "whoever wants it can come and get it," and then forced its inhabitants out of their homes
luckily, most of the people in the area have not returned since the nuclear scare days ago
Berkowicz has called in the Metropolis Special Crimes Unit and is in contact with the Governor requesting National Guard assistance in the absence of Superman
The CAMERA is close on CLARK's stunned face and then pans forward revealing LANA looking at him.
I have to go.
Why does it always have to be you, Clark?
Because I'm the only one who can.
CLARK leans in, LANA closes her eyes and he gives her a long passionate kiss.
While her eyes are closed, there is a burst of wind through the house that rattles the walls. She opens her eyes to see pictures shifting on their nails and the front door flung wide open flapping on its hinges.
She runs to the front lawn and looks skyward and he's gone. CLARK's POV: On her lawn, she looks tiny.
BE CAREFUL, CLARK!
The center is in shambles after the METALLO incident. LUTHOR enters and a TECH is immediately at his side.
Metallo destroyed the majority of the Communication nerve center. We've lost contact with seventy-two percent of our affiliates.
Why wasn't he shut down?
He managed to destroy enough hardware including our links to LexSats eight, six, fifty-one, forty-seven, five, fifteen and ninety-one including the
--Satellite that monitors activity in Metropolis. He broke his leash.
I need this online now.
There's a space shuttle preparing for launch from a site in Corto Maltese to regrid the satellites signals to operating stations. They should be ready in fifteen minutes. NASA has been trying to block it as an unauthorized launch.
NASA can go to hell.
Fifty percent of the hardware should be back online within five hours.
If that's your best, your best won't do.
Sir, we've already doubled our staff.
Metallo is tearing up a city block and every COP in the state is about to take a shot at him. I'm not about to have my investment taken out by a bunch of grunts with cheap metal badges! Either this system is online within the hour or you answer to me!
LUTHOR walks away.
We will triple our efforts, sir.
Concrete chunks have been torn out of the street. Cars are over turned on their sides and on fire along with various other debris. Holes have been punched through buildings leaving their insides visible from the street. Scattered along the streets are the bodies of fallen POLICE OFFICERS and CITIZENS who got in the way.
Among it all is METALLO. Barely worn and in a frenzy.
PEOPLE crush into the subway trying to escape the escalating damage above them. Fighting their way through the mass of PEOPLE are LOIS LANE with JIMMY OLSEN in tow. They are the only people fighting to get in SUICIDE SLUM.
Come on, Jimmy!
I don't think this is a good idea, Miss Lane.
Front seat at the fight of the century is always a good idea!
But nobody's seen Superman in days.
What does that have to do with anything?
If nobody's seen Superman then who's gonna save us if something goes wrong?
What are you talking about? Superman doesn't always save us.
Yes, he does. Especially you.
LOIS pauses. She's never considered that.
They force their way through the masses.
LOIS and JIMMY emerge onto the street and find themselves in the middle of a firefight.
LOIS ducks while JIMMY's starts clicking away.
The METROPOLIS SPECIAL CRIMES UNIT (SCU) arrives.
Six HUMVEE-like RIOT VEHICLES roll onto the site. They have thick armor plates that extend the length of the vehicle attached their sides with hydraulic arms. Three barricade one side of the block and the other three the opposing side. The hydraulic arms lower the armored plates to the ground with a thud. A back door drops open forming a ramp and simultaneously SCU TROOPERS hustle from the transports and take cover behind the plates. The TROOPERS are dressed in SWAT/Military black uniforms with a large white "SCU" insignia and various technical modifications (radios, helmets, goggles).
Leading them is SCU Commander CAPTAIN MAGGIE SAWYER along with DAN TURPIN (her second in command). They are also dressed in black fatigues. SAWYER has short brown hair and a lack of femininity. TURPIN is a gruff, seasoned veteran of the force in his late 40s.
(To SAWYER over the noise)
Sir, ground force is in place and air support is standing by!
OVERHEAD, BLACK METROPOLIS SCU HELICOPTERS fly overhead and hover above the tenements as SCU TROOPERS repel to the rooftops. With their weapons strapped to their backs, they scurry into positions overlooking the street.
The eye in the sky is armed and ready, sir!
METALLO! Youre surrounded! Throw down your weapons and step into the open!
METALLO looks around him and holds his arms out.
You see any weapons?!
Jesus, he did all that by himself?
Surrender, Metallo! You dont have a chance!
Then come and get me.
This is your last chance! I am counting to three!
METALLO picks up a motorcycle and hurls it through the air at SAWYER.
TROOPERS scatter for their lives. The cycle crashes into a RIOT VEHICLE and EXPLODES.
GROUND TROOPS! OPEN FIRE!
TROOPERS pop up from behind their cover and begin a nonstop barrage of bullet fire that doesn't phase him. He starts smiling.
He aint droppin.
Several grenades are thrown and explode around him. He catches one and it explodes in his fist. METALLO walks to the barricade. TROOPERS fire furiously at him as he grabs one and lifts him over the four foot barricade, tossing the TROOPER into the middle of the street. METALLO pushes the barricade over and several TROOPERS run but one is caught under its falling weight.
FIRE TROOPER comes with a flame thrower.
METALLO turns as the fire blast engulfs him. The sixty foot blast makes visibility almost zero. METALLO appears through the flames and crimps the flame thrower nozzle causing the fire to draw inside. The fuel tank on FIRE TROOPERs back explodes, killing him.
When METALLO emerges from the fire his flesh is burned but is causing him no pain. Parts of it don't even look attached to his face.
Maggie we are getting our butts handed to us!
ALL UNITS! EXERCISE DEADLY PHYSICAL FORCE AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION! I REPEAT: TAKE THIS PUNK DOWN!
WEAPONS ERUPT from all directions. METALLO picks up a rifle and starts shooting TROOOPERS. When his clip is empty, he starts tossing MEN with reckless abandon.
Rooftop SNIPERS, frustrated, toss their guns to the side and open their ROCKET LAUNCHERS. ROCKETS whistle through the air exploding near METALLO knocking him off balance. When he falls, the TROOPERS are given hope and suddenly what seems like dozens of rockets are exploding around him.
A rocket zooms directly at the back of his head and he turns and CATCHES IT. The end is hot and there's a long exhaust trail. He holds it over his head and screams. The exhaust flame stops. METALLO hurls the rocket back to the rooftop it came from and it explodes at the top of the building front causing it to break off. Huge chunks of concrete. TROOPERS at the building edge fall several stories to their deaths.
LOIS and JIMMY are hiding and taking pictures when JIMMY is hit with a stray bullet. He hits a wall and is knocked unconscious.
Frantically, LOIS tries to wake him but cant.
She calls out on her cell phone.
PERRY WHITE is huddled around a television watching the destruction. A phone rings and RON TROUPE answers it.
Perry, you have a call.
What! Ron, I got the biggest story of the year here. Tell my wife Ill call her back.
Its not your wife.
SAWYER gets a transmission on her radio.
What? You gotta be kiddin me!
Dan, we got a problem. There are civilians trapped in the area.
These ten blocks were supposed to be evacuated. Who the hell's here?
Lois Lane and some kid from The Planet.
Oh, for Petes sake.
She aint even worth saving. She figured a way in here, she can figure a way out.
We have to get her.
Captain, that thing out there has already killed a half-dozen men and you want us to risk our lives for a reporter who cant follow directions?
If there are any snipers available, we have civilians in the area and need a visual.
(To TROOPER #1)
Shes coming out with us.
Im not going in there.
There is a woman and a boy about three hundred yards in from the East Side. The boy is unconscious.
No problem. Ill go.
TURPIN gets his gear.
Its my job.
Rescue underway. I need as much distraction as possible.
TROOPERS pop up and start firing at METALLO as TURPIN runs into the block. Distracted, TURPIN finds LOIS and JIMMY.
No, Im some other idiot caught in a warzone.
Nobody likes a smart ass.
TURPIN tosses JIMMY across his shoulder.
He gives LOIS his rifle and takes his handgun out.
Its like a camera. Just point and click.
Nine millimeter German Glock with a modified grip.
TURPIN gives her a surprised look.
I was an Army brat. I think Ill be okay.
LOIS takes the handgun and gives him his rifle back.
Okay then, lets go.
They charge out into the open running for the barricade. TURPIN's in the lead when METALLO turns. LOIS stops and starts firing.
TURPIN makes it to safety. METALLO closes in on LOIS and lifts her into the air and disarms her.
I know you. Youre that reporter from The Daily Planet.
And here I didn't think you could read.
Oh, youre funny, too.
He lowers her so they're face to face. Her feet are still dangling over a foot off the ground.
How about we dance?
LOIS spits in his face.
My dance card's full.
Thats gonna cost you.
There is a tapping on METALLOs shoulder.
Surprised, he turns.
Behind him is SUPERMAN.
If the lady says she doesnt want to dance, then she doesnt want to dance.
SUPERMAN belts METALLO in the face and he drops LOIS to the street. METALLO is first shocked and then angry.
You need to get to safety, Miss Lane. This looks like a job for Superman.
LOIS runs to the TROOPERS who are standing by.
So you finally decided to come out and play.
METALLO charges and grabs SUPERMAN. SUPERMAN spins and using his own momentum tosses METALLO across the street into a wall. METALLO pushes himself out leaving an indentation.
Do I look like I'm playing?
Fine. Its about time this got interesting.
METALLO rips a lightpole from the pavement and swings at SUPERMAN's whose irises turn from blue to red and a thin beam of light sears the end of the pole off. It falls to the ground with a thud.
METALLO jabs the shortened pole at SUPERMAN and hits him in the stomach doubling him over. SUPERMAN, angry, straightens and grabs METALLO and begins punching him about the face. He lifts him over his head and throws him through a building leaving a gaping hole.
In the background, the SCU UNIT cheers. Only SUPERMAN hears the punch through brick in the distance.
He turns and with his telescopic vision he zooms in on the building corner and again until he sees where an arm is extended through the brick wall. The fist starts to move horizontally very quickly tearing brick from the building. The building begins to creak as the front, without lower support, starts to shift.
THE BUILDING SIDE collapses on superman exposing the interior of the tenement. Clouds of dust are thrown into the air. The SCU UNIT takes cover coughing. SUPERMAN is buried beneath the rubble.
The dust clears and METALLO steps from inside over the rubble. He leers at the SCU UNIT.
A HUM THAT SOUNDS LIKE MASSIVE DRILLING NOISE ERUPTS FROM BENEATH THE PAVEMENT.
SUPERMAN bursts UPWARD IN A WHIRLWIND OF MOTION sending bricks and rubble airborne. He picks METALLO up with one hand on his shoulder, the other on his leg and lifts him over his head and slams him to the ground.
METALLO gets up and charges SUPERMAN tackling him to the ground, through the pavement and into the sewer.
Waist high in water, METALLO stands. SUPERMAN, hovering above the water, blows with his freezing breath turning the sewer water to ice with the moisture on the walls.
SUPERMAN begins to look visibly weak. METALLO laughs.
Is that the best you got? Its starting to get to you. You can't beat me. You're a dead man and you dont even know it.
METALLO punches and shatters the ice freeing himself. SUPERMAN flies upward out of the sewer. METALLO climbs out after him.
PROFESSOR EMIL HAMILTON is processing data of a computer. In the background are several monitors tuned to broadcasts of the battle.
The computer stops and HAMILTON has his answer. He prints the results, grabs his coat and cell phone and rushes out the door.
MAGGIE SAWYER is on her radio.
Are you sure? Yes, sir.
Dan, Federal Emergency Management wants us to get Superman out of there and evacuate the area.
You heard me. HAMILTON at STAR says if we don't get him out of there in the next five minutes he'll be dead.
But why are we leaving?
We have orders to get him and rendezvous with HAMILTON at Swan and 143rd.
Dandy. So who's going to go in there and get him?
In the background, SUPERMAN is getting the hell beat out of him.
SUPERMAN moves from METALLO's path and fires his HEAT VISION at him. METALLO blocks the beam with his hand causing it to burn bright red.
His hand starts to smoke and his "skin" burns off.
The flames die exposing METALLO's forearm and hand As a highly advanced metal skeleton hand with gears and joints. VARIOUS PARTS OF HIM HAVE BEEN EXPOSED REVEALING A MECHANICAL ROBOT INTERIOR.
Let's get this over with and call it a day.
METALLO opens his tattered shirt exposing his metallic chest. A series of layers opens and SUPERMAN is basked in a bright green light. Inside METALLO's chest cavity is a jagged softball-sized chunk of KRYPTONITE, SUPERMAN's only weakness. The KRYPTONITE is surrounded by small solar cells absorbing it's energy and powering METALLO.
A lot of losers have tried to kill you but in the end I'm the only guy with the stones to do it.
How does it feel to be The Man Of Yesterday?
A HORN BLARES.
METALLO turns to get hit by an SCU RIOT VEHICLE and pushed into building pinning him. A SECOND RIOT VEHICLE drives over SUPERMAN.
Inside, SAWYER and TURPIN open a hatch in the floor while TROOPERS stand by with pointed rifles. They pull SUPERMAN up through the hatch and TURPIN slams it shut.
The VEHICLE speeds off. In the background, METALLO can be seen pushing the other RIOT VEHICLE on its side.
MAYOR BERKOWICZ is with his EMERGENCY COUNCIL when the telephone rings. DEPUTY MAYOR WALKER answers it.
It's the President, sir.
BERKOWICZ has brief, unintelligible conversation.
The President has declared Metropolis a disaster area. We've been denied National Guard assistance.
What are we going to do?
He's sending someone else.
An ANCHOR is reporting from a circling NEWS COPTER.
It seems in a diversionary tactic, the SCU has distracted Metallo and rescued Superman who was not faring well in the battle after a Metallo emitted a beam from
(Listing to a radio headset)
--We have instructions we must evacuate the area. We will have reports for you as soon as information is available.
Dozens of people are standing in the streets watching the newscast from a massive TIME SQUARE-LIKE JUMBOVISION.
The big one is just as strong as Superman.
Man, I wonder what they're gonna do next?
It starts like a distant hum and quickly grows into a patterned thumping.
Three APACHE HELICOPTERS thunder overhead speeding to the battle. PEOPLE in the street point overhead as the copters fly past.
INT. HELICOPTER COCKPIT
HELICOPTERS maneuver between buildings.
I been wantin' to do this since I was ten!
Five by five, we are in the pipe.
This is Romeo Sierra Foxtrot. We have a targeted course of three seven nine one mark eleven twelve. Target is live. Exercise is hostile. ETA six minutes. We have been authorized to use unnecessary physical force.
LUTHOR is observing the TECHS scrambling to get the system online.
I don't see anything.
A series of monitors comes online.
LexSats fifty-one, forty-seven, five and ninety-one are online including the Metropolis unit.
And the Metallo system?
We're working on it, sir.
Mister Luthor, systems have picked up three Apache heliCOPters converging on Metallo.
MERCY steps forward wearing a neck brace.
Yes, Mister Luthor?
Do we have a combat ready LexFlight Unit on the premises?
Yes, Mister Luthor.
Scramble the unit and have them in the drop zone in three minutes.
A large hangar-like door opens and twelve silhouettes of the LEXFLIGHT TEAM are visible.
This is control. LexFlight Unit you have clearance for takeoff.
Roger that. It's a go.
Four men run into the light wearing PURPLE and GREEN ARMOR (armed with large rifles magnetically attached to their backs). They clear the building and JETS on their backs and feet IGNITE as they lift off into the air. As the first four, another two waves follow flying past the CAMERA stationed high above the LEXCORP building.
Two RIOT VEHICLES stop at a curb where PROFESSOR HAMILTON is waiting in a STAR LAB van. He immediately opens the back door, drops a ramp and rolls out a large metal box.
The RIOT VEHICLES door drops and several TROOPERS, SAWYER, TURPIN and SUPERMAN exit. SUPERMAN is already looking better than he was moments ago, although visibly irritated.
HAMILTON! There are people in danger-
HAMILTON takes a map of Metropolis and spreads it out over the box.
STAR Labs has satellites that monitor environmental anomalies. There have been surges of radiation exceeding acceptable levels in various locales in the metropolitan area within the last few weeks. None lasts longer than fifteen or twenty minutes.
Are you following this, Dan?
I was lost after "STAR Labs has satellites."
(Examining the map)
There is nothing radioactive in these areas.
You mean, "there should be nothing radioactive in these areas." But there is.
Every area on irradiated area on this map was a location where Metallo has made an appearance. Metallo isn't human. I'm assuming hes a machine with a human brain and enough natural elements to keep it functioning. Everything else is machine powered by nuclear radiation, which could be why he's chose Suicide Slum to make his stand.
The Metropolis Nuclear plant is the biggest in the northeast.
Normally, I doubt he would have been able to challenge Superman but since he's using radiation from Kryptonite as his source, Superman doesn't stand a chance.
It's a mineral with radioactive properties that siphon Superman's abilities. Eventually his nervous system will seize and shut down his involuntary functions one at a time in rapid succession.
In English, Doc.
Metallo has a radioactive rock that kills Superman.
Then why didn't he just say so.
I'm assuming you have a plan?
Flips the latches on the box and opens it but the contents cannot be seen)
I designed this suit for when Superman assists in deep space research. Since it's my theory that his powers are derived from our sun on a solar level, the suit is designed to keep his acquired energy in and foreign energy out. The suit is destructible. If Metallo manages to get close enough to get you out of it he can kill you.
Are you ready?
LEXFLIGHT TEAM swoops in over METALLO.
What the hell?
The twelve land forming a circle.
Metallo! You are surrounded
Surrender now and we will leave without incident. This is your last chance, Metallo.
The LEXFLIGHT SQUAD opens firing. Their rifle shells create huge explosions, trapping METALLO in the center.
EXTREME CLOSE ON METALLO EYES TURNING GREEN.
The monitors telecasting METALLO destroying the LEXFLIGHT team. Bodies are hurled through the air.
METALLO walks through the LEXFLIGHT TEAMs wasted efforts and tears them out of their suits and disarms them.
APACHE HELICOPTERS arrive.
METALLO picks up a fallen LEXFLIGHT MEMBER and tears the rifle from his back and drops his limp body.
METALLO! THROW DOWN YOUR WEA
He fires at the HELICOPTER and it EXPLODES.
JESUS CHRIST! He just took Scala and Wahl out!
He aims the rifle at another APACHE. Anticipating the blast they swerve and APACHE #2 collideS with APACHE #3 and they crash into a rooftop.
(Yelling at the burning APACHES)
Anybody else want a piece of me? Come get some.
EXTREME CLOSE on METALLOs face as his body jerks and he screams in pain and his expression goes dead. CAMERA PULLS BACK revealing a gloved hand that has punched through his CHEST and wrapped around his exposed KRYPTONITE HEART tearing it from his body.
SUPERMAN, wearing a gray and white containment suit, leans over his shoulder and whispers in his ear.
If you insist.
SUPERMAN draws back and tears the kryptonite from his chest, hurling it several blocks into the river beneath JUMPERS BRIDGE.
METALLO is terrified.
SUPERMAN tosses him and he rolls along the street. METALLO stands and leaps over a car, catching the side of the roof with his hand and flipping it over on its side using it for cover.
SUPERMAN marches toward the car. Using his heat vision he sears off both sides of the car leaving METALLO with little cover.
His heat vision has melted the mask of his containment uniform. He tears the uniform from his body exposing the familiar "S" shield and uniform.
Come out from behind the car, Metallo!
Give me one good reason!
METALLO realizes hes backed himself in a corner. SUPERMAN fires his heat vision piercing the fuel tank causing the car to EXPLODE. FLAMES ENGULF METALLO.
SUPERMAN reaches into the flames and grabs METALLO and flies skyward, punching him in the face. METALLO can't defend himself. He struggles until he breaks free and falls back to Earth.
He crashes through the roof of the power plant.
SUPERMAN lands and starts to walk towards the plant. The front door of the plant is kicked off its hinges and standing in the doorway is METALLO looking very insane.
SUPERMAN zooms in with his telescopic vision and punctured through METALLOs chest are SEVERAL URANIUM RODS from the reactor core.
Let's try that again.
METALLO and SUPERMAN both let loose an ear-splitting battle cry and charge each other. They collide with the sound of thunder.
METALLO picks SUPERMAN up and slams him into the ground repeatedly cracking the pavement.
SUPERMAN makes contact with METALLO who catches him, slamming him into the pavement. METALLO picks SUPERMAN up and tosses him across the parking lot. SUPERMAN stands and is hit by a car flung at him, knocking him down again.
METALLO picks up the dazed SUPERMAN and tosses him into the back of a trash truck, walks around the side and throws the switch. As the compactor closes, the truck ROCKS BACK AND FORTH and topples over on METALLO pinning him underneath.
SUPERMAN tears through the roof of the truck, lifts the corner where METALLO is pinned and slams it down on him repeatedly.
SUPERMAN pulls METALLO from under the truck, stands him upright and kicks him across the street into the remains of the LEXFLIGHT battle. METALLO grabs a LEXFLIGHT rifle and fires on SUPERMAN.
METALLOs face is filled with a wicked satisfaction and perverse pleasure as he fires on SUPERMAN.
SUPERMAN is knocked down from his feet. Somewhere in the background LOIS witnesses it and screams.
She tries to charge past the SCU to help him but is restricted.
Slowly, SUPERMAN gets to his feet.
METALLO fires again. SUPERMAN is slowed down but doesn't fall.
He fires again. SUPERMAN keeps moving toward him. METALLO fires in a frenzy OF gunfire. His face begins to lose its look of confidence and is quickly replaced with fear.
A quiet mechanical voice can barely be heard coming from the LEXGUN.
Warning. Energy low.
A level on the LEXGUN shows the weapon's energy waning.
Blast after blast, SUPERMAN won't stop until METALLO squeezes the trigger and theres nothing.
METALLO squeezes the trigger in disbelief and it clicks.
METALLO SCREAMS a war cry, SWINGS the LEXGUN at SUPERMAN clocking him square in the jaw.
SUPERMAN doesn't flinch.
METALLO hits him repeatedly with no effect. He swings again and SUPERMAN catches his fist and they lock. METALLO lifts his other hand to strike him as SUPERMAN's HEAT VISION creates a wide beam that METALLOs fist crosses and incinerates up to the elbow.
SHOCKED, METALLO stares at what used to be his arm. SUPERMAN TEARS his other arm, still gripping the LEXGUN, off at the shoulder and strikes him across the face repeatedly.
The more SUPERMAN hits him, the more METALLO's loses his artificial skin revealing the chrome metal cyborg beneath it. Furious, SUPERMAN appears to be losing control with the madman.
Charge complete. Energy levels at maximum.
They both look at the gun and SUPERMAN points it (with METALLO's arm still attached) and FIRES blasting him through the air, dropping his charred smoking carcass to the ground.
His body is a complex chrome robot with a transparent shielding in the skull showing a human brain.
SUPERMAN stops. METALLO's eyes, a bright luminescent green, fade to black. SUPERMAN is out of breath and wobbles away from the chrome cyborg left among the rubble.
LUTHOR is standing proud among the nervous TECHS. The monitors are all lit and the system is operational.
Timing is everything.
HAMILTON, SAWYER and TURPIN to come SUPERMAN's aid.
I murdered him.
He was gonna do you in.
HAMILTON checks the cyborg with some equipment.
He's still alive. I'm detecting brain waves. His mechanical body isn't functioning but his brain is operating. You didn't kill him.
You hear that? You broke him.
SAWYER gets a call on her radio.
Superman, the MAYOR wants to speak to you.
MAYOR BERKOWICZ is waiting in his car. SUPERMAN lands carrying an empty LEXFLIGHT SUIT.
Neither says a word as they enter the building.
SECURITY sees them coming.
Sir, I'm sorry there are no
SUPERMAN, his clothes torn and him beaten, gives a look. The GUARD backs down.
They get into the elevator.
SUPERMAN and the MAYOR exit the elevator and pass a SECRETARY on the telephone.
I'm sorry your Honor, Mister Luthor isn't
They walk past her and SUPERMAN throws the massive doors open.
Inside, LUTHOR is seated behind his giant desk in a virtually empty room.
I believe the girl outside said I wasnt in.
You've gone too far this time, Lex. There are six dead pilots and I don't even know how many other wounded because of you.
Well Frank, I'm sorry.
BERKOWICZ charges LUTHOR and SUPERMAN stops him.
Tell their families you're sorry! Those men wouldn't be dead if your incompetent men didn't hand Metallo those weapons!
What can I say?
(Looking directly at SUPERMAN)
I underestimated my enemy.
Mark my words, Lex: You are not going to get away with this. I swear you'll see justice or
Or what? What, Frank? You're going to shut me down? Sue me? Send me to jail. Can't you see I'm not playing a game here? I picked up the ball when you and your boys dropped it and I did what needed to be done! Who was going to save us, Frank? Your toy soldiers? The military? You see what he did to them. Where was your precious Superman? He had abandoned you, Frank? Ask him where he was. I did what I had to to protect what was in my best interest and that is to make sure this city is under control and guarantee I'm the man behind those controls.
So I made a bad call. It happens.
This isn't your city, Luthor.
What?! I am worth one hundred and sixteen billion dollars! I buy and sell people and their ideals the way most people order lunch! Governors, attorneys, police and MAYORs! Everyone in this city works for me directly or indirectly whether they know it or not! This city is Metropolis because I made it Metropolis. Without me it's nothing! Just another decaying urban wasteland and you know it! You even think about crossing me I'll have my lawyers wrap you in red tape from here to Kingdom Come!
You remember this: You aren't the first MAYOR this city has ever had and God knows you aren't the first idealist. There will be another election in November and you might be sitting in your quaint little office in City Hall and you might not be. I, however, know exactly where I'll be sitting.
LUTHOR goes behind his desk and comfortably eases into his chair.
Now gentlemen, if you'll excuse me, I have an empire to run.
There is a very long silence.
Yes, your honor.
Under the power granted to me by the city of Metropolis I am deputizing you.
Arrest this man.
LUTHOR has an expression few people see.
CUT TO BLACK:
LUTHOR looks up. LUTHOR's tie is undone and hes fuming with anger. In front of him is a plate with: "LUTHOR, ALEXANDER L 1591418017."
A CAMERA FLASHES.
Turn to the left.
LUTHOR turns and the CAMERA FLASHES again.
LUTHOR is getting fingerprinted.
(Trying not to laugh)
COPS in the background start snickering.
LUTHOR is placed into the holding tank with the other riff raff.
LUTHOR is met by MERCY. They exit the station swarmed by reporters. LOIS LANE is among them.
LUTHOR enters and gets himself a drink. As he walks past the window, SUPERMAN is floating outside waiting for him with his arms folded.
LUTHOR takes a remote control from the desk and opens the window.
I'd invite you in for a drink but you don't seem like the drinking type even though a stiff drink would probably do you some good.
SUPERMAN says nothing.
You're a pretty smart fellow so you probably know your recent failings were no fault of your own. It's really simple: For enough money you can get anyone to sabotage a monorail or school bus and push it on some train tracks.
Now, you tell me am I telling the truth?
Arms folded, SUPERMAN's expression is stern blankness.
I'm watching you, Luthor.
SUPERMAN flies straight up. LUTHOR looks out the window and hes gone.
When he's gone, LUTHOR reaches inside his jacket and beneath his shirt and retrieves a small pager size box. On the front is a pulsing light. He presses the intercom.
Tell the boys in R and D it works. They'll see my appreciation for the efforts in next week's check.
Right away, Mister Luthor.
EXT. LOIS' APARTMENT - NIGHT
SUPERMAN flies by her apartment window. Inside, she's on the telephone with her sister LUCY. Her arm is in a sling.
He notices an envelope pinned under the window with his name on it. He opens it and it reads:
He smiles, folds the letter neatly and takes off. LOIS sees something in the corner of her eye and runs to the window. Like a schoolgirl with a crush, she smiles.
INT. UNKNOWN COMPUTER CENTER
The REDHEAD's face is barely seen although we can tell she's wearing glasses and seated in a wheelchair. She types ACHEN@WGBSNET.COM and presses ENTER. Her mail has been sent.
EXT. KANSAS COUNTRYSIDE - DUSK
CAMERA passes slowly overhead of the beautiful farmland with newscaster ANGELA CHEN's following voice-over.
This morning, sources at Interpol and the Central Intelligence Agency have confirmed internet speculation that Metallo's true identity is that of John Corben, a known mercenary and thief wanted worldwide for crimes neither agency would elaborate on. How the human Corben became the superhuman Metallo, is still a mystery. MAYOR Berkowicz has this to say:
It has been a difficult few days for us all. The loss of life cannot be replaced. We have suffered many tragedies and avoided more but today we are safe. Wherever you are, thank you Superman.
This is Angela Chen. Goodnight.
EXT. SMALLVILLE KS, KENT FARM -SUNSET
JONATHAN and MARTHA KENT are standing in a field overlooking their farm. In the distance is an incredibly vibrant sunset. In the background is their house.
JONATHAN's arm is around MARTHA. CLARK walks up from behind them. Silent, he enjoys the view.
You never get tired of this do you?
They aren't startled. They were expecting him.
I'm glad your home, Clark.
Of course, Ma. It's Sunday.
CLARK puts his arm around them.
CAMERA PANS OUT ENDING ON THEIR SILHOUETTES AND THE SUNSET AND THEN A SLOW FADE TO BLACK.
AFTER CREDIT SEQUENCE.
Several SCIENTISTS are working on various projects. LUTHOR enters and approaches the lead scientist, DR WENG.
My time is valuable, Doctor Weng.
Then I will not abuse it. I thought you'd be interested in our progress.
I'm always interested in progress.
WENG leads LUTHOR to a glass tube filled with liquid. Inside is what's left of METALLO being kept alive.
Since the Metallo body was a prototype, we were able to salvage the main processors and reflex circuitry. The brain still functions well surprisingly.
Keep the equipment. That costs money. You can toss the brain. I'll find another one.
And the Police ?
Will have the useless replica we designed to replace this one and will be none the wiser.
It still puzzles me how you managed to retrieve this one from a secured Police facility.
Gotham has some of the best thieves in the world if you can find them. Pay them enough money and they can get you anything.
We have also made great strides with the cloning.
What have you got.
The last was orangutan. Fully mobile and intelligent. She lived for three days. Seventeen hours longer than the previous one. It was quite marvelous.
You do fantastic work, Weng.
I am glad you're satisfied.
LUTHOR shakes his hand and leaves. As he is leaving he turns:
Yes, Mister Luthor?
On second thought, keep the brain. I'll find some use for it.
Of course, Mister Luthor.
CUT TO BLACK:
TITLES ON BLACK:
THE MAN OF STEEL will return in
SUPERMAN: THE MAN OF TOMORROW