Superman Returns Page #5

How about we turn this boat around,

call a cab for my son...

...and then you can do

whatever you want with me.

No, I don't think we'll be

turning around, Miss Lane...

...which means that

we do have some time to kill.

How about that interview?

Yeah, just call me if you hear anything.

Okay. Thank you.

So, what did the school say?

She picked him up at 3:15.

- Hi, I heard about Lois.

- Yes, come in, Clark, come in.

- Is there anything I can do?

- Yeah, you're a reporter.

- Help Richard track her down.

- I'll check her computer.

Excuse me, Clark.

What do you know about crystals?

They make great chandeliers.

This crystal may seem unremarkable,

but so is the seed of a redwood tree.

It's how our mutual friend in tights

made his Arctic getaway spot.

Cute. It's a little small for my taste.

You're building an island?

You're not seeing

the big picture here, Miss Lane.

Let me enlarge it for you.

Not just an island,

an entirely new continent.

An extinct world, reborn on our own.

Why?

Land, Miss Lane.

I mean... Kitty, what did my father

used to say to me?

"You're losing your hair"?

- Before that.

- "Get out"?

He said, "You can print money...

...manufacture diamonds,

and people are a dime a dozen...

...but they'll always need land."

It's the one thing

they're not making any more of.

But the United States...

Will be underwater.

It's simple physics, Miss Lane.

Two objects cannot occupy

the same space at the same time.

And the rest of the world

will just let you keep it?

- They'll...

- They'll...

...what?

I'll have advanced alien technology...

...thousands of years beyond

what anyone could throw at me.

Bring it on!

And eventually...

...the rest of the world

will be begging me...

...for a piece of high-tech

beachfront property.

In fact, they'll pay

through the nose for it.

But millions of people will die.

Billions! Once again,

the press underestimates me.

This is front-page news.

Come on, let me hear you say it

just once.

- You're insane.

- No! Not that. No, the other thing.

It's dangling off the tip of your tongue.

Let me hear it just once, please?

- Superman will never...

- Wrong!

What is that?

I think you know exactly what this is.

Mind over muscle, Miss Lane.

Mind...

Who is that boy's father?

Richard.

Mr. Luthor, we're approaching

the coordinates.

Are you sure?

Yes, sir. Latitude 40 degrees north,

longitude 73 degrees west.

Don't let them leave this room.

Kitty, come with me.

You're not gonna want to miss this.

- Damn it.

- What?

She has a password.

"Jason."

"Richard."

Try "Superman."

"Superman." Great.

Don't touch that, honey.

Why don't you go play the piano.

Come on, come on, come on.

Lex, this isn't like the train set.

I know.

Come on, come on.

Come on.

- Honey, are you okay?

- Yeah.

- Are you hurt?

- I'm fine.

Open this door! Open it!

Could you help Mommy open the door?

I'm sorry.

It's gonna be okay.

Okay? It's gonna be okay.

We had a little problem downstairs.

Brutus is dead.

He got hit with the piano.

Where's the boy?

With the mother,

locked up in the pantry.

Oh, it's time for us to go.

My camera's not working.

And my phone's not working.

- Okay, I'm good.

- That was weird.

Hey, guys.

This just came through the fax.

It's Lois' handwriting,

I'd recognize it anywhere.

I just... No idea

what the numbers mean.

- They're coordinates.

- Coordinates.

That's just off the coast.

Jimmy, tell Perry I'm taking the seaplane.

Keep trying her cell.

What are these, lottery numbers?

I think they're coordinates, chief.

Chief...

Come on! Move it!

Chief!

Great Caesar's ghost.

- Daddy.

- Oh, my God.

How did you get here?

I flew.

Look out!

Mom!

Mom! Mom!

Jason, come here! Jason!

Come here! Watch your head!

Come here!

Mommy! Mom!

Jason!

Jason, hold on!

- Have you got him?

- I got him! Go!

Hold on! Hold on!

- Mommy!

- Give him to me!

Mommy!

- Mommy! Mommy!

- Come on, Jason! Come on!

- Lois! Lois!

- Mommy!

Jason, get on my back.

Give me your hand.

- Have you got them?

- Yeah.

Get buckled in!

She'll be fine.

I can't take off in this.

- I'll point you in the right direction.

- Thank you.

See anything familiar?

I see an old man's sick joke.

Really? Because I see

my new apartment...

...and a place for Kitty,

one for my friends...

...and that place over there, I'll rent out.

But, you know, maybe you're right.

You know, maybe it is a little cold.

It's... What's the word I'm searching for?

It's a little...

...alien.

It lacks that human touch.

You have something that belongs to me.

Metropolis Tower, this is seaplane

November-Seven-Two-Four-One-Hotel.

Do you copy?

Metropolis Tower, this is seaplane

November-Seven-Two-Four-One-Hotel.

Do you copy? Damn it!

Metropolis Tower, this is seaplane

November-Seven-Two-Four-One-Hotel.

Do you copy?

Lois! Are you all right?

Yeah. What happened?

- Superman.

- Where is he?

He went back.

- Richard, we have to turn around.

- What? No.

- We have to turn around!

- We barely made it out of there.

- Now you want me to go back?

- Yes, please!

He'll die.

All right, hold on.

Kryptonite.

You're asking yourself, "How?"

Didn't your dad ever teach you

to look before you leap?

Crystals. They're amazing, aren't they?

They inherit the traits

of the minerals around them...

...kind of like a son

inheriting the traits of his father!

You took away five years of my life,

I'm just returning the favor!

I'm still Superman!

Get up! Come on!

Now, fly.

So long, Superman.

Your leadership can stir others...

...to their own capacities

for moral betterment.

The human heart is still subject

to monstrous deceits.

Our destruction could have been avoided.

At this very moment...

...I could embrace you in my arms.

Your help would be called for endlessly.

Remember me.

Even for those tasks which human beings

could solve themselves.

Remember me, Kal-El.

Remember me.

Superman's down there.

- You sure?

- Yeah.

- Richard!

- Yeah, I saw him. Strap in.

Lois!

Don't move.

Come on, come on, come on.

Richard!

I'm trying! It's too choppy!

Oh, my God.

How did you find me?

Thank you.

What are you doing?

I have to go back.

You're hurt!

Goodbye, Lois.

The technology on Krypton,

Superman's home world...

...was based on manipulating

the growth of crystals.

Sounds like hocus-pocus to me.

Well, naturally, to the primitive mind,

any sufficiently advanced technology...

...would be indistinguishable from magic.

But imagine:
cities, vehicles, weapons...

...entire continents, all grown.

Lex?

Are billions of people really going to die?

Yes.

Lex, what's happening?

Go, go, go. Get to the helicopter.

Go! Out, out! Now!

No, no, no, take nothing!

Take nothing! Go, go!

Got it.

Here.

- What did you do?

- I'm sorry!

No!

- What did you do?

- I'm sorry!

Watch it.

- Clear a path.

- Clear the way.

- Move!

- Trauma One.

- Where we going?

- Trauma One. Here it is.

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