Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Page #21

LOIS:

I hate that. That is not a

fortune.

Clark laughs, warm and deep. Lois stares at him.

LOIS (CONT'D)

You're a strange one, Clark Kent.

CLARK:

Am I?

LOIS:

Yeah. But I think I've got you

figured out.

CLARK:

Really?

LOIS:

Uh huh.

CLARK:

Didn't take you long.

LOIS:

That's my business, looking beyond

the external.

CLARK:

I guess I didn't think I was so

transparent. At least, not

_nearly_ as transparent as you are.

Clark adjusts his glasses. We can only imagine what _he_

sees "beyond the external."

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For a brief Moment, which feels like a lifetime, Lois and *

Clark lock eyes. The darkened newsroom, exotic food, and

the late hour have taken their toll on Lois' defenses.

Before she lets them go...

LOIS:

Don't fall for me, farmboy. I

haven't got the time to deal with

it.

Clark just stares. Lois-gathers up the scraps of paper

that make up Platt's report, throws them in a box, grabs

her purse, starts toward the elevators.

LOIS (CONT'D)

Come on. Maybe Platt can help us

decipher this.

On their exit we

CUT TO:

85 EXT. SAMUEL PLATT'S APARTMENT BUILDING - LATE NIGHT 85

Lois and Clark exit a taxi, enter the building.

86 INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE PLATT'S APARTMENT - LATE NIGHT 86

Lois starts to knock on the door, finds it's partly open.

She looks at Clark, who gently pushes her aside.

CLARK:

Lois, let me look first.

LOIS:

Don't be silly.

Lois, without a moment's hesitation, steps into the dark

living room, searches for a light switch.

LOIS (CONT'D)

Listen, Kent. I've seen it all,

okay? War, crime, famine...

Lois finds the light switch, turns it on.

LOIS AND CLARK'S POV

Platt is sitting, back to them, in a chair.

LOIS (CONT'D)

Dr. Platt? We...

-- page break -- Rev. 3/9/93 58.

CONTINUED:

Lois takes a step forward and Clark stops her, pulls her back.

CLARK:

Wait. The water...

They notice, under Platt's chair, a puddle of water. Clark

maneuvers Lois so that they walk around it. Once around,

Lois takes a look, gasps...

PLATT -- LOIS AND CLARK'S POV

Platt, bare feet in a pan of water, holds a live electrical

cable (from the wall) in his hands. He's made his own

electric chair and is very much _dead_. *

LOIS:

starts to sway, Clark grabs her. She turns her face into

his jacket as we

FADE OUT:

END OF ACT THREE

-- page break -- Rev. 3/9/93 59.

ACT FOUR:

FADE IN:

87 INT. PLATT'S APARTMENT - NEAR DAWN 87

Lois and Clark speak with HENDERSON, a hard-nosed but

straight talking homicide detective. Several other people

that make up the forensic team are busy dusting for prints,

etc. Lois looks at Henderson in amazement.

LOIS:

Suicide? That's ridiculous.

HENDERSON:

He's tried it before.

(beat)

There's no sign of forced entry, no

sign of struggle, nobody saw

anybody come in or out.

LOIS:

But we were on the verge of proving

his theory that... well, that

something he was working on was

right. There's no way he...

Two men from the city morgue carry Platt out on a

stretcher. An overweight COP/comedian follows.

COP:

Man's gonna barbecue himself he

oughta use sauce.

The Cop laughs at his own joke until Clark steps up to him,

one huge hand gripping his lapel. Clark's voice is low,

controlled, but there's a volcano underneath.

CLARK:

The man's name was Samuel Platt. He

was brilliant, a scientist, and *

someone who cared about others. *

Under the circumstances, I don't

believe that kind of humor is

appropriate.

Clark's understated rage is very scary, and, to Lois, very

impressive.

COP:

Sorry, buddy. Really, I'm sorry.

They now carry Platt from the room. The Cop follows.

HENDERSON:

We tracked down his wife and kid.

You know about them?

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87 CONTINUED:
87

CLARK:

(nods)

If you don't mind, I'd like to call

them personally.

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