Superman Page #15

201INT. LUTHOR ' S VIEWING THEATER -DA Y

LUTHOR holds his head in his hands. EVE and OTIS watch.

LUTHOR:

But how can it be? That creep should have

melted in there!

EVE:

He doesn't even look soft around the edges,

Lex.

202INT. WAREHOUSE ROOM #3 - DAY

SUPERMAN enters room, suddenly disappears from view into the middle of an incredibly

thick blizzard. The blinding snowstorm fills the SCREEN.

203INT. LUTHOR'S VIEW/ING THEATER - DAY

LUTHOR watches the smog-filled monitor.

LUTHOR:

What's the temperature?

EVE:

(checking a gauge)

Fifty below and falling.

LUTHOR:

When it gets to a hundred - stabilize it.

204INT. WAREHOUSE ROOM # 3 - DAY

The blizzard stops. The air slowly clears. In the middle of the room: a large cone of ice-has

formed. Suddenly, a thin crack appears, running down the center. The crack breaks open.

SUPERMAN steps out, rubs his hands together briskly, then starts off.

205INT. LUTHOR'S VIEWING THEATER - DAY

LUTHOR watches, his face twisted with rage.

OTIS:

The guy probably never owned a sweater in

his life...

LUTHOR swivels, hurls his drink at OTIS, who ducks: it smashes into the wall behind him.

OTIS:

He did?

206INT. WAREHOUSE CIRCULAR ALCOVE - DAY

SUPERMAN has exited the third room into a circular alcove with four lead doors leading off from it. Each is sealed by a huge tumbler lock similar to those on bank vaults. The painted

arrows lead off to all four doors. SUPERMAN stops, stares hard at the doors, momentarily mystified.

207INT. LUTHOR'S VIEWING THEATER - DAY

LUTHOR leans in toward the screen, fascinated for once by what he sees.

EVE:

Don't tell me he's suddenly got a problem....

LUTHOR:

(eyes glued)

Ssshhh.......

208INT. WAREHOUSE ALCOVE - DAY

If SUPERMAN did have a problem, he solves it quickly. He rips off all four lend doors in

super-speed. They crash to the ground, twisted. Finding the doorway he wants, SUPERMAN enters.

209INT. WAREHOUSE ACID ROOM - DAY

The central area of the room has been blocked off by a ceiling-high thick wire mesh fence.

Behindit:
the propane lithium pellet hangs suspended by a thin cord over a beaker of acid. SUPERMAN glances O.S.

210INSERT SHOT - WALL CLOCK

A timer clock on the wall indicates eight seconds left.

211BACK TO SCENE

SUPERMAN approaches thefence. It startsto hum. His hands reach out,grab hold of the

wire:
Fierce electric sparks shoot out like lightening bolts, the current passing through him harmlessly. He rips through the fence as: the pellet suddenly drops. SUPERMAN dives at it

with super-speed, catches it at the last second. Staring at it curiously he shrugs, pops it in his mouth, swallows it. He looks down at the beaker of acid, lifts it, swallows it. He looks down at the beaker of acid, lifts it, then quaffs it down as a chaser. Tapping his chest lightly with his fist, he lets out a discreet "burp."

212INT. PERRY WHITE'S OFFICE - DAY

CAMERA CLOSE on PERRY'S desk where lies an edition of The Daily Planet with the screaming headline: SUPERMAN SAVES THOUSANDS.

213WIDER ANGLE

A dozen REPORTERS, including LOIS and CLARK, stand at attention as PERRY paces

back and forth behind his desk, ranting.

PERRY:

Now look! We' re sitting on top of the story of the century

here! Our only problem is how to get it - exclusively!

(waves paper )

I want the name Superman and the Daily Planet

to go together like bacon and eggs!

CLARK:

(pause)

Well, I shouldn't think he'd lend himself to any

cheap promotion schemes....

PERRY:

Who's talking cheap? I'll make him a goddamn partner

if I have to! I want the inside dope on the real Superman!

Who is he? Where's he from? What's his favorite ball team?

(leans in)

And I'll tell you one thing, boys and girls -whichever one

of you Gets it out of him will have the single most important

interview since Moses talked to Cod .

214INT. DAILY PLANET CITY ROOM - DAY

The REPORTERS file out. LOIS has a look of grim determination on her face. CLARK

notices, comes up.

LOIS:

(totally preoccupied)

There must be a way. Maybe if I hung myself, off

another building. . . . .lay down on some train

tracks, .or something....

CLARK:

A, Lois....about tonight....

LOIS:

(snaps to)

Mmm? What about tonight, Clark?

CLARK:

Our date.

(Shy smile)

Well, our. . . .dinner.. Don't you remember?

214CONTINUED

LOIS:

Sorry, Clark...I must have forgot.

CLARK:

Gee. I planned on it all week...

LOIS:

(sigh)

All right, Clark. I'll go out with you.

Might as well get it over with.

CLARK:

You're wonderful, Lois. Where would

you like to go?

LOIS:

Oh, I don't know...

(in jest)

How about the Gold Room at the Park Towers?

CLARK:

The Gold Room? But that's the most

expensive place in town.

JIMMY walks by, has heard, interrupts, full of admiration for CLARK.

JIMMY:

The Gold Room? Golly Mr. Kent, are you

really going to take Miss Lane to the Gold

Room.

CLARK is trapped. He shrugs, decides to play along with the image, gets very "Mr. Terrific."

CLARK:

Oh. I don't know, Jimmy. Maybe... if

she's a ...

(cocky wink)

good girl, that is...

LOIS:

And if I'm not a good girl...

(cocky wink)

Let's let Jimmy take the pictures: okay?

214CONTIUNUED

CLARK blushes. LOIS leaves with a smirk.

JIMMY:

Boy. What do you suppose she meant

by that, Mr. Kent?

215INT. LOIS' APARTMENT - NIGHT

LOIS, looking absolutely gorgeous in her best evening gown, puts the finishing touches to

her hair in front of a mirror near the open door to her terrace. She stares at herself critically

for a moment, then smiles, nods.

LOIS:

Not too bad, kid. As a matter of fact -

just this side of sensational.

(checks her watch)

Hmm. Clark is late....

She smiles, crosses to a small bar, pour.' a glass of wine.

LOIS:

Probably out in the hall getting up enough nerve

to knock.

LOIS takes her glass, wanders out onto the terrace.

216EXT. LOIS' TERRACE - NICHT

A beautiful night. The lights of the city are visible in the distance. LOIS sips her wine, stares wistfully up into the sky.

LOIS:

(to herself)

You know something, Lois? You're too hard on

Clark sometimes. He's a decent kind of guy and he

has got this terrific crush on you.... I mean it's not

his fault he'll never be a ......

There is a loud "whoosh." SUOERMAN lands on the top comer of her terrace ledge, looks

down at the stunned LOIS.

LOIS:

....Superman.

216CONTINUED

SUPERMAN:

Good evening. Miss Lane. . . .

(Notices her gown)

I'm sorry. Were you just about to go out?

LOIS:

Ah. . . . .no. . . .no! Whyever would you. . .

(looks at gown)

Oh. This old thing....

SUPERMAN:

It's no trouble for me to come back later. I mean I

don't have to park or anything.

LOIS:

You just stay right where you are! Please! Don't move!

Or move, if you want, but don't fly away.

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