Superman: The Man Of Steel Part 3

LUTHOR.

That's a neat trick. Do you do parties?

SUPERMAN.

It's not so easy to distinguish when there are two heartbeats, Luthor.

(giving LUTHOR a very dirty look) If that's all...

LOIS LANE runs to the scene as SUPERMAN is preparing to leave.

LUTHOR.

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.

SUPERMAN.

I don't have time for this, Luthor.

(noticing LOIS) h.e.l.lo, Miss Lane. How are you doing?

LOIS.

(slightly nervous) Fine.

SUPERMAN.

It's good to see you again but I have to be going.

SUPERMAN effortlessly rises and disappears into the afternoon sky.

LUTHOR.

(Shouting) When I have you brought up on charges and arrested and you'll have all the time in the world!

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EXT. KENT FARM, (SMALLVILLE, KANSAS) - LATE AFTERNOON.

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 s.h.i.+rt 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 she's found some wrinkles. She is wearing an ap.r.o.n but there isn't a stain on it. MARTHA (Scolding) Lana Lang you know better than that.

MARTHA rushes to her side like she's a long lost child returning home. She kisses her on the cheek and takes the dish.

LANA.

Mrs. Kent we go through this every Sunday. Is Clark here yet?

MARTHA.

No. I think he said something about a meeting today.

JONATHAN KENT meets them on the porch.

JONATHAN.

My girl Lana, what did you bring me?

MARTHA rolls her eyes at him.

MARTHA.

(scolding) Jonathan.

LANA.

Peach cobbler.

MARTHA.

Jonathan, what time is Clark coming?

JONATHAN looks at his watch.

JONATHAN.

Well Metropolis time is two hours behind but he's 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, SUPERMAN's alter-ego, CLARK KENT, playing with the dog. He is dressed in jeans and simple b.u.t.ton s.h.i.+rt.

JONATHAN.

--Right on time.

CLARK.

Hey, Pa!

He hugs his father who looks small in his arms. Almost boylike, he approaches Lana.

CLARK.

Lana.

LANA.

Hi Clark.

There is a shared moment between them.

MARTHA whispers to JONATHAN and they leave the two alone for a moment.

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INT. KENT HOME - DINING ROOM.

Supper is finished and the table is cluttered with dirty dishes. MARTHA begins collecting dishes. CLARK You outdid yourself, Ma. Let me help you with those.

CLARK gets up and a.s.sists. JONATHAN unbuckles his belt and leans back in his chair fully satisfied.

MARTHA.

Jonathan, is that necessary. We have guests.

JONATHAN.

What? Lana might as well be family. She can unbuckle her pants if it makes her feel better.

LANA.

Maybe next time.

JONATHAN.

Are you sure? I'm gonna stretch out on the floor in a minute.

LANA.

You do that.

MARTHA.

He will not.

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EXT. KENT FARM - DUSK.

CLARK walks out of the house followed by JONATHAN. There is a marvelous Kansas sunset over the flatlands of the farm. JONATHAN Isn't that something?

CLARK.

It sure is. You know, Metropolis has a beautiful sunset.

JONATHAN.

But you can only see it when you're in a plane above the city. That's why I don't go there often. I think I'd miss her too much.

CLARK.

Ma seems a little distant.

JONATHAN.

We saw what you did this afternoon, son.

CLARK.

Oh.

JONATHAN.

You know how she worries. She just wants you to be safe. You're her only son.

Be careful.

CLARK.

I'll be careful, Pa. I promise.

He kisses his father on the forehead. MARTHA comes out of the house with LANA.

MARTHA.

You weren't going to race off with mine, were you?

CLARK.

No, Ma.

He gives her a long hug.

MARTHA.

I have some leftovers I can wrap for you.

CLARK.

Hmmm, homemade meat loaf, that's tempting but I'll be okay.

LANA.

Are you going to walk me to my car, Clark?

CLARK.

Sure.