Part 2 (1/2)

This is not standard procedure, Luthor.

LUTHOR.

(irritated) As far as I know you're an industrial spy and sent the bomb yourself to get into my building with no witnesses-- SERGEANT.

(furious) Are you accusing me of not doing my job!?

LUTHOR.

I have pens that cost more than you make in a week.

The two begin to argue when BYSTANDER #1 in the background looks up and points.

BYSTANDER #1.

Look! Up in the sky...

Several others look.

BYSTANDER #2.

It's a bird...

The focus s.h.i.+fts from LUTHOR to the sky.

BYSTANDER #3.

It's a plane.

A whisper builds through the crowd.

SUPERMAN gracefully descends to Earth, his red boots gently connecting with the pavement as his red flowing cape cascades off his shoulders and perfectly hangs from his frame. He lands on the clear side of the barricade.

He is a muscular man, 6'3” and 225 pounds. His ice blue eyes and jet black hair compliment his chiseled features. The red and yellow ”S” s.h.i.+eld covers his entire chest. He has a presence unlike any other.

LUTHOR is still ranting as the SERGEANT notices him and stops arguing.

SERGEANT.

Superman.

SUPERMAN stares at the building like he's looking through it... because he is.

SERGEANT leaves LUTHOR who isn't used to being walked away from in mid-sentence.

SERGEANT approaches SUPERMAN who is concentrating on his invisible x-ray vision.

SERGEANT.

(slightly nervous) Sir, I'm SERGEANT Pennington of the MPF Bomb Unit.

SUPERMAN stops scanning and shakes SERGEANT's hand.

SUPERMAN.

Nice to meet you, SERGEANT Pennington. There's no bomb in this building.

LUTHOR.

(screaming) How could you know that?

SUPERMAN.

I checked. There are some lead lined rooms which isn't unusual in a research facility but they're secured areas. So unless Luthor put the bomb there himself, the bomb is out here.

LUTHOR.

What? How dare you insinuate- SUPERMAN motions to LUTHOR to be quiet.

SUPERMAN.

(”listening”) Wait...

LUTHOR.

Do you hear your mother calling you?

SUPERMAN ”listens” to the crowd. We hear what he hears. What sounds like a ma.s.sive chaotic ba.s.s-heavy thumping narrows down shorter and shorter until there is one incredibly quick heartbeat.

SUPERMAN stares into the crowd looking ”through” them. The crowd parts as if they know he isn't looking at them until the WOMAN from the receptionist desk is left standing alone. Her face is full of tears and she looks like h.e.l.l.

SUPERMAN.

(to LUTHOR) Ex-wife?

LUTHOR.

Hardly. I pay the six of them enough money not to try a stunt like this. She's a former EMPLOYEE I had to transfer to a ”less desirable position.”

WOMAN.

(crying) All I wanted was to talk to you, Mister Luthor. You told me you cared and I just want one more chance. I just wanted to talk.

LUTHOR.

Did you have an appointment?

Furiously the WOMAN pulls a trigger from her pocket and rips her jacket open showing the bomb. Immediately, SUPERMAN begins to inspect it with his telescopic vision.