Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Page #32

LOIS (CONT'D)

I still can't _believe_ you came

barreling in here like some five

hundred pound gorilla. If you

really thought we were in trouble,

why didn't you bring the police?

CLARK:

Look, I ...

LOIS:

Don't tell me. I already know.

You're like every other man in

Metropolis. You've got this

testosterone surplus that says, "I

can do it myself."

Clark has just about had it. He snaps the padlock once *

again.

LOIS (CONT'D)

Baines has to kill us now. I

don't know why she hasn't done it

already.

Clark lifts his hands up, but Lois can't see them.

CLARK:

Lois, I've somehow managed to...

LOIS:

... mess up everything? No

kidding.

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CLARK:

Now wait a second. I wasn't the

one who snuck in here...

LOIS:

What are you saying? That this

is _my_ fault? At least I had the

guts to...

(then, with a noticeable

sigh)

What am I saying? It probably

_is_ my fault.

Clark quickly puts his hands back down, anxious to hear

what she has to say next.

LOIS (CONT'D)

I know that I sometimes do

things... you know, like jump into

the pool without checking the water

level. But, I have to. I mean, it

isn't easy trying to make it in

this business, especially if you're

wearing pantyhose.

(beat)

Maybe I do have a chip on my

shoulder, maybe Lucy's right about

me, too, but... this is the only

way I know how to do it. To get

the job done. To get the respect

that I want. That I _deserve_.

For the first time, Lois is opening up to Clark and he's

all ears.

LOIS (CONT'D)

Remember when I told you my three

rules? I've broken every one of

them. I seem to _always_ get

involved in my stories, I ...

CLARK:

... slept with someone at work?

(Lois nods guiltily)

It wasn't Jimmy, was it?

LOIS:

Don't be ridiculous. It was a long

time ago. When I first started at

the Daily Planet. Claude -- he was

French -- he had this accent... *

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CONTINUED:

LOIS (CONT'D)

(beat)

I guess I must have been in love.

Or thought I was. I was only

twenty-one, working on my first big

scoop:
this perfectly ordinary

middle-age couple -- gun runners.

One night, I told him about it and

when I woke up the next morning he

was gone. So was my story. He won

an award for it. Didn't even thank

me for my... input.

Clark quickly re-padlocks himself. There's no way he wants

to extricate himself now.

CLARK:

I guess, when yours in love with

someone... it doesn't matter how

smart you are or how many rules

you've set for yourself. You're

still vulnerable.

LOIS:

We're only human...

(beat)

What difference does it make now,

anyway? We're all going to die.

CLARK:

Lois? What you said, about

respect? I just want you to know

that everyone on the Daily

Planet, _everyone_, thinks you're

just about the best reporter

they've ever worked with. Perry

told me that the day I interviewed

with him.

LOIS:

He did?

CLARK:

Yes.

(beat)

And not that it means anything,

coming from a "hack from

Nowheresville", but I think you're

pretty terrific, too.

LOIS:

Clark, I'm sorry. About

everything. I know it's too late

for apologies, but I never meant...

Baines enters into the room carrying a suitcase.

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CONTINUED:

DR. BAINES

I hope you'll forgive the *

accommodations, but then again, *

I've never been much of a hostess. *

Baines disappears behind the shell for a moment. *

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