Post by crown on Apr 8, 2018 2:31:31 GMT -5
Donner shot an extended diner scene after Clark gets beat up he and Lois leave the diner and drive off in their car.
CLARK
Baby, it's okay...
LOIS
Please don't touch me.
CLARK
Lois...
LOIS
Why can't you...just... LEAVE ME
ALONE!
Clark slides back behind the wheel. Beat.
CLARK
It strikes me, that there's a
considerable amount of bullshiit
going on here.... And there's one
or two things I'd like to clear up.
Number one, it's not my fault I got beat up,
I had to take a huge dump and was cramped
Number two, it's
sure as shiit not my fault you're
turning into a god-damm ugly RAT and
never won a pulitzer prize
and the sooner you get over that
little piece of soap opera the
better off we'll both be. Number
three, I don't happen to fit the
role of dumb, insensitive suburban
husband; you've been trying to hang
that crap on me ever since I gave up my powers for you!
Number four -
Lois opens the door and is out of the car, flashing across the
headlights. Clark struggles with his door.
8.
EXT. HIGHWAY SHOULDER - NIGHT.
Lois stands in the dark 30 yards from the road looking over
an expansive countryside. There's only a few lights in the
distance. This is still farmland.
Clark comes up behind her, careful to keep his distance.
CLARK
What the fuuck are you doing? Come
back to the car!
LOIS
No. Just let me stand here a
second.
Clark raises his arms in exasperation. A car approaches. He
puts a hand in his pocket and tries to look casual. The
car's headlights light up Lois' back, then pass.
CLARK
Lois?
She doesn't move.
CLARK (CONT'D)
Look, can't we sit in the car and
talk about it, instead of running
all over Route Twelve?
LOIS
Haven't I made it clear I don't
particularly want to talk about it?
CLARK
Okay. Jesus, I'm trying to be nice
about this thing.
LOIS
How kind of you. How terribly,
terribly kind of you.
CLARK
Wait a minute. I don't deserve
this.
9.
LOIS
You're always so wonderfully
definite, aren't you, on the
subject of what you do and don't
deserve?
She turns and walks past him back towards the car.
CLARK
Wait a minute!
He stumbles after her. Other cars whizz by, but he's past
caring.
CLARK (CONT'D)
Wait a minute, God damm it!
She leans against the car and folds her arms.
CLARK (CONT'D)
You listen to me. This is one time
you're not going to get away with
twisting everything I say.
LOIS
Christ, I wish you'd stayed home
in your little ice palace tonight with your piece of shiit dead father!
CLARK
You know what you are when you're
like this? You're sick. I really
mean that. You're sick!
LOIS
And you know what you are?
(eyes raking him)
You're just a disgusting normal bum now!
CLARK
Oh, yeah?
LOIS
Just because you've got me safely
in this little trap, you think you
can bully me into feeling whatever
you want!
10.
CLARK
You in a trap! You in a trap!
Jesus, don't make me laugh!
I can't FLY anymore and YOU'RE trapped???
LOIS
Yes, me.
(clutching at her chest)
Me! Me! Me! Oh, you poor, pathetic
little Kal El Look at you! Look at
you, and tell me how by any stretch
of the imagination you could call
yourself Superman, much less a man!
He raises his fist, and punches Lois in the face smashing her nose. Then, silence. The
look Lois gives him is probably the worst look he's ever
received: a look of pitying boredom.
CLARK
Don't look at me like that, Lois.
LOIS
Could we please go home now?
CLARK
I'm leaving to get my powers back.
CLARK
Baby, it's okay...
LOIS
Please don't touch me.
CLARK
Lois...
LOIS
Why can't you...just... LEAVE ME
ALONE!
Clark slides back behind the wheel. Beat.
CLARK
It strikes me, that there's a
considerable amount of bullshiit
going on here.... And there's one
or two things I'd like to clear up.
Number one, it's not my fault I got beat up,
I had to take a huge dump and was cramped
Number two, it's
sure as shiit not my fault you're
turning into a god-damm ugly RAT and
never won a pulitzer prize
and the sooner you get over that
little piece of soap opera the
better off we'll both be. Number
three, I don't happen to fit the
role of dumb, insensitive suburban
husband; you've been trying to hang
that crap on me ever since I gave up my powers for you!
Number four -
Lois opens the door and is out of the car, flashing across the
headlights. Clark struggles with his door.
8.
EXT. HIGHWAY SHOULDER - NIGHT.
Lois stands in the dark 30 yards from the road looking over
an expansive countryside. There's only a few lights in the
distance. This is still farmland.
Clark comes up behind her, careful to keep his distance.
CLARK
What the fuuck are you doing? Come
back to the car!
LOIS
No. Just let me stand here a
second.
Clark raises his arms in exasperation. A car approaches. He
puts a hand in his pocket and tries to look casual. The
car's headlights light up Lois' back, then pass.
CLARK
Lois?
She doesn't move.
CLARK (CONT'D)
Look, can't we sit in the car and
talk about it, instead of running
all over Route Twelve?
LOIS
Haven't I made it clear I don't
particularly want to talk about it?
CLARK
Okay. Jesus, I'm trying to be nice
about this thing.
LOIS
How kind of you. How terribly,
terribly kind of you.
CLARK
Wait a minute. I don't deserve
this.
9.
LOIS
You're always so wonderfully
definite, aren't you, on the
subject of what you do and don't
deserve?
She turns and walks past him back towards the car.
CLARK
Wait a minute!
He stumbles after her. Other cars whizz by, but he's past
caring.
CLARK (CONT'D)
Wait a minute, God damm it!
She leans against the car and folds her arms.
CLARK (CONT'D)
You listen to me. This is one time
you're not going to get away with
twisting everything I say.
LOIS
Christ, I wish you'd stayed home
in your little ice palace tonight with your piece of shiit dead father!
CLARK
You know what you are when you're
like this? You're sick. I really
mean that. You're sick!
LOIS
And you know what you are?
(eyes raking him)
You're just a disgusting normal bum now!
CLARK
Oh, yeah?
LOIS
Just because you've got me safely
in this little trap, you think you
can bully me into feeling whatever
you want!
10.
CLARK
You in a trap! You in a trap!
Jesus, don't make me laugh!
I can't FLY anymore and YOU'RE trapped???
LOIS
Yes, me.
(clutching at her chest)
Me! Me! Me! Oh, you poor, pathetic
little Kal El Look at you! Look at
you, and tell me how by any stretch
of the imagination you could call
yourself Superman, much less a man!
He raises his fist, and punches Lois in the face smashing her nose. Then, silence. The
look Lois gives him is probably the worst look he's ever
received: a look of pitying boredom.
CLARK
Don't look at me like that, Lois.
LOIS
Could we please go home now?
CLARK
I'm leaving to get my powers back.