Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Page #2

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LOIS:

The mustache helped. And thanks

for teaching me how to boost a car.

JIMMY:

No problemo.

(raising his mug)

To Lois Lane... still going where

no reporter has gone before...

Managing Editor PERRY WHITE strides by en route to his

office. In his early fifties, Perry's badly in need of a *

stress management class. He growls like a lion, but it's a

well known secret it's all show.

PERRY:

Don't, encourage her, Jimmy. Her

head's as big as the Metrodome as

it is.

LOIS:

Nice to know I'm appreciated around

here, Chief.

PERRY:

What do you expect? Garlands

strewn at your feet?

LOIS:

No, but I'd like a raise.

PERRY:

Yeah? Well, _I'd_ like a 145 foot

triple masted schooner with a teak

interior, but times are tough.

(then, to Jimmy)

By the way, where did you learn

how to boost a car?

Lois looks at Jimmy, who grins.

JIMMY:

One man's felony is another man's

skill.

PERRY:

Okay, what's everybody standing

around for? This is a newspaper,

not happy hour at Buckingham

Palace.

Perry continues toward his office, Jimmy catches up to him.

JIMMY:

Chief? I've got an angle on the

mini-mall murders. I figure there

was blood on the burritos

because...

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PERRY:

Did you finish those obituary

updates?

(Off Jimmy's look)

Never underestimate the need for a

good obituary.

Perry strides on. Jimmy stares after him, disgusted.

JIMMY:

I can think of one right now.

Jimmy wanders back to Lois' desk, idly fiddles through her

phone messages, stops at one in particular.

JIMMY (CONT'D)

Whoa. I guess you finally hit the

big time.

LOIS:

Huh?

JIMMY:

This time Lex Luthor's _personal_

assistant returned your call.

Lois grabs the slip from him, pissed off.

JIMMY (CONT'D)

Give it up. Luthor never gives

one-on-one interviews.

LOIS *

Well, he's never met Lois Lane *

before, either. *

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PERRY:

(losing it)

... Run a five-hundred thousand *

dollar Vector off the Metropolis *

pier?!

(before she can respond)

Lois, I know you won't be satisfied

until you get the Pulitzer, but would

you mind not bankrupting the Daily

Planet en route?

LOIS:

Yes, sir. I mean, no sir. It won't

happen again, Chief.

Lois backs away as Perry stares after her and we

CUT TO:

10 EXT. METROPOLIS STREET - SAME TIME 10

CU - THE BATTERED SUITCASE WITH THE INITIALS "C.K."

rests on a cement sidewalk in downtown Metropolis.

PULL BACK TO REVEAL

CLARK KENT picking up the suitcase. In his late twenties,

Clark has the wisdom of Solomon in his brown eyes, the power

of Samson in his dark hair. His muscular physique is

concealed behind a grey suit, but his sense of wonder at his

new surroundings cannot be hidden, even behind thick black-

rimmed glasses.

METROPOLIS - CLARK'S POV

A city of majesty: shiny spires atop state-of-the-art

buildings of glass and steel, crowded sidewalks, blasts of

neon advertising, taxi cabs, subway stations. Clark remains

still as walkers brush by him, everyone in a hurry. Life

teems in this, the biggest city of them all, and its pulse is

infectious. Clark checks his watch, walks down the street.

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10 EXT. METROPOLIS STREET - SAME TIME

CU - THE BATTERED SUITCASE WITH THE INITIALS "C.K."

rests on a cement sidewalk in downtown Metropolis.

PULL BACK TO REVEAL

CLARK KENT picking up the suitcase. In his late twenties,

Clark has the wisdom of Solomon in his brown eyes, the

power of Samson in his dark hair. His muscular physique is

concealed behind a grey suit, but his sense of wonder at

his new surroundings cannot be hidden, even behind thick

black-rimmed glasses.

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