Superman 3 Page #2

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Move it!

Come on! Hurry up!

There you go.

Right down there. Take it easy.

All right. Everybody down there!

Get out.

I'll show you the quickest way.

Look after the others.

I can't leave here.

- Why not?

- I have to look after those.

That's concentrated Beltric acid.

If it heats up over 180 degrees,

we've got a crisis...

...that'll make this fire

seem like a picnic.

What does it do?

As long as it remains stable,

it's just ordinary acid.

But if it begins to heat up,

it'll turn volatile.

You'll get a great cloud of smoke

that'll eat through anything.

Steel, concrete, anything.

Who the hell is that?

- Hey, you! Get off of there!

- Just gonna get a couple more shots.

Tell them to bring their hoses

back here! Quickly!

Help!

Help!

Help me!

Help! Somebody help me!

- Help!

- It's all right.

- Superman! My leg.

- I got you. Take it easy.

We'll go nice and easy.

Okay, I'm sorry.

All right? Here we go.

Medics! Over here, please.

That's it. Here you go.

Go easy. It's the left leg.

- Camera.

- Yeah.

It's a clean break across the fibula.

- My camera.

- Sorry, Jimmy. You'll be okay.

Get the fire out! Or there'll be

a cloud of acid all over the East.

- Christ, the pump house is gone!

- What?

- The pump house!

- We've lost the water pressure!

- We've got to have water!

- How?

Lake Comooga's five miles away!

We'd need a five-mile hose!

- Where's this lake?

- That way.

- Tell them it's hopeless.

- We had an adequate water supply.

Water!

I tell you, that man's a miracle!

Carol, you got gorgeous!

Look at you.

That was against Mid-City.

I'll never forget it.

Fourth quarter, score was tied...

...we're back at the 25 yard line.

Coach sends in play,

Right Flanker Option.

You really have grown, Clark.

You look very well, Miss Bannister.

I can't complain. I take the stairs

a little slow and I have these spells.

But really, I can't complain.

Lana?

Clark?

Would you excuse me? There's

someone I'd like to say hello to.

Lana?

- Lana Lang? It's great to see you.

- Clark.

- You look wonderful.

- Me? No, you look... Wow!

- Let me give you a hand with that.

- I can manage.

First time you've come back

since your mom passed away.

Yeah. I'm sorry.

I heard that you and...

...Donald split up.

- Did you eat yet?

No.

Beg your pardon. Excuse me. Sorry.

- That's not right.

- No?

You're right about Donald and me...

Hold that.

Oh, sure.

- Hi, Kent.

- Oh.

Hi. How you doing?

I'm sorry. I'm going nuts.

- Clark.

- Yeah.

Lana.

Uh-oh.

Hey, sweet.

Here I am.

Remember when you were prom queen?

All us guys were waiting for a dance?

There's only one guy on your

dance card now. Good old...

Brad Wilson.

- Hi, Brad.

- Hi, Kent.

Long time no see.

You know, see, see, see?

- Come on, Lana.

- No, I can't.

Clark already asked me.

- I did?

- Yeah.

Excuse me.

Lana, I haven't danced...

Ah, Gorman.

Another week, another check.

Don't you have another one for me?

I put in a voucher for expenses.

What?

Yeah, yeah.

Here you go.

Thanks for helping me out.

A lot of guys would like

to be where I am.

You'd be surprised at how many offers

I didn't get. Even Brad didn't stay.

- It really isn't easy.

- The streamers? You just pull.

No, not streamers. Everything.

Not that I'm complaining.

It's just that...

...I don't know why, I just feel

like I can talk to you.

What?

I feel like I can talk to you!

- You can?

- Yes.

- You know something, Lana?

- What?

I always...

I always wished that you would.

I mean, even back in high school.

- Remember when you were...

- Queen of the prom.

Three years after the royal wedding,

the king abdicated.

Isn't that terrible?

- Yeah, sure is.

- There's a ton of potato salad left.

You know what the problem is?

Don't know, too much mayonnaise?

Donald loved mayonnaise.

Why would that be the problem?

No, the problem is,

why do I stay in Smallville?

I've asked myself that.

Do you know how lucky you are to live

in Metropolis? The Big Apricot.

- Well, you could...

- Easy to say. What about Ricky?

Ricky?

My little boy.

- You? Oh, that's great.

- Yeah.

At least here we have a house and

I've got a job that pays the bills.

Except for last winter when

the fuel bills kept going up and up.

Yeah. Even had to pawn

my diamond ring then.

That's a shame.

You never got married?

- Me?

- Yeah.

Well, I was...

No. Not...

Years later you can look at

someone and think...

..."Well, I guess that's

the one that got away."

Give me that again, old buddy.

Run it by me just one more time.

- $85,000.

- Missing.

Embezzled, Mr. Webster.

Stolen from the firm.

By whom?

That's what I want to know.

By whom? Whom?

Vera, get ahold of yourself.

Nobody else ever will.

I don't know.

Whom?

In the old days, it was simple.

We kept books, we knew what was

going in and what was paid out.

If somebody wanted to rob you...

...they'd use a gun and say,

"Stick 'em up."

Now they get blasted computers

to do their dirty work.

My friend, you are yesterday.

Whoever pulled this caper,

is tomorrow.

Mr. Webster,

it's time for your massage.

Bubba, can she burst in...

Now, now, Vera. Simpson,

you know my psychic nutritionist?

- Hello.

- We are trying to hold a meeting here.

Why don't you hold your breath

instead? Maybe you'll turn blue.

- Improvement.

- I'm about to take a human life.

Simpson, would you excuse us

for a second, please?

- Mouths closed. Ears open.

- She's a big pig.

I can't have anyone with me

who isn't with me.

Now, girls.

Simpson.

Well, old chum. What now?

Kiss the 85 thou goodbye?

Keep on paying the thief his salary

until he shakes the money tree again?

- He's bound to slip sooner or later.

- Why?

That's what they always say

in the movies.

He won't slip up at all.

No, not at all.

He'll keep quietly taking

the bread from our mouths.

He'll keep a low profile and won't do

a thing to call attention to himself.

Unless, of course, he is

a complete and utter moron.

I'll go first. Andrew.

- I'll pick Chris.

- You feel good? You feel ready?

Ricky, your shoe.

- You mean, we've gotta take Ricky?

- You guys lost the toss.

All right, come on Ricky.

- Wait, wait...

- Come on, good luck.

- I just can't stand this.

- Oh, Lana. It'll be okay.

I know, I was a late bloomer myself.

It's not just that he's small, he's

the only kid in town without a father.

Oh, look. Stewed to the gills

in the middle of the afternoon.

- I only had chocolate milk.

- No, him.

Hey, sweet thing.

Little kid getting hassled, huh?

- Kent, you still here?

- I seem to be, Brad.

All he needs is a few pointers

from the old champ here.

I won the all-country bowling trophy

two years in a row.

I didn't know that.

Yeah. Natural athlete

can play any sport.

- It's all right. It'll be okay.

- He'll make it worse.

You watch, he'll get a spare.

Come on, Ricky.

Kid, you're holding it all wrong.

- Let old Brad show you how it's done.

- Brad.

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