Superman V - Part 2
Written by Fred Walker, Edited
by Fred Walker and Marvelite
SUPERMAN V DOOMSDAY
A screenplay by Fred Walker
Based on a novel by Roger Stern
"You'll Believe a Man has Died!"
(Author's note: The basic concept here is to do a "Death and Life" storyline within the continuity of the previous Superman movies. The title is a Latin pun. It can be read either as "Superman 5: Doomsday!" or "Superman versus Doomsday.")
Continued from Superman V Doomsday Part 2
INT. MIDVALE MALL -- DAY.
Lois and Jimmy, believing themselves safe, set up their equipment and start taping an interview. Doomsday doesn't even notice them -- he's watching an Amazon named MAJOR BABE layin' the smackdown on a heel named PRIVATE PAARTZ in a mudpit. Lois starts the interview.
Do you object to the name "Doomsday" the press has given you?
Doomsday doesn't answer.
Where do you come from?
Doomsday doesn't answer.
Why were you created?
Doomsday doesn't answer.
Who created you?
Doomsday doesn't answer.
Why did you come to Midvale?
Doomsday doesn't answer.
Are you looking for someone? Who did you think
you would find hanging around the video joint
at the Midvale Mall?
Promo ends. Doomsday turns and faces Lois. He stares at her.
CLOSE-UP as he thinks it over, remembering his mission.
Ka -- ra. Kill! Kill! ... KILL KARA!
He slobbers at the prospect and laughs.
Jimmy ... run.
I thought you said we were safe. I thought
you said Luthor had a soft spot for you?
I was wrong! Silver Age monster, Jimmy!
Silver Age monster! And his Lex Luthor hated my guts!
EXT. MIDVALE MALL -- DAY.
EXIT Lois and Jimmy being chased by Doomsday, who is tackled by Superman out on the street. Superman and Doomsday fight. Doomsday is winning. Superman cries out loudly in Kryptonese.
SUBTITLE: "Kara! Please show yourself! I need you! You can't really be dead! Oh please, Kara ... please!"
The Matrix arrives to help. Having morphed again she now has curly hair and is wearing the Daring New Adventures costume.
Take your hands off my cousin! I am Kara Zor-El
from Argo City, and I don't scare easily!
Could it ... could it really be her?
No Jimmy. The Matrix is trying to intimidate
Doomsday by posing as Kara. She doesn't know
that's who he's been programmed to kill!
Doomsday attacks The Matrix and defeats her. He's about to kill her when Superman recovers enough for the save.
NO! NOT KARA!
Superman and Doomsday fight it out one last time. Both collapse.
PARAMEDICS and POLICE arrive on the scene, pronounce Doomsday dead. They don't even glance at the invulnerable Superman.
Lois waits. Then she and Jimmy go over.
Okay, you big ham, get up. You've had your
moment of sympathy. Nobody's buyin' it.
Uh, Lois, I don't think he's faking.
CLOSE-UP. Superman's eyes open.
Look ... up in the sky ... Kara!
Superman POV. They look. But there's nothing there. He smiles beatifically. Then he dies. Lois cradles him in her arms.
Behind them, in SOFT FOCUS, Doomsday is getting up as Lois Lane hugs and kisses her fallen hero. Slowly, he staggers over and reaches for her throat ... and is tackled by MERCY, who beats him with a BILLY CLUB until he's finally dead. She hugs Lois.
I came as soon as I could ... No!
That's not true! I changed into uniform.
I took a minute to put on my uniform.
Oh, why did I do that? Why? One minute more
... Lois, Lois, please forgive me!
MONTAGE of news broadcasts, newspaper headlines and internet pages pronouncing Superman dead. "Like 2 tired heavyweights, etc."
INT. EDITOR'S OFFICE, THE DAILY PLANET -- DAY.
PERRY WHITE is interrupted by LANA LANG, his personal secretary. (To find out why Lana is working at the Planet, see Superman III.)
Olsen wants to see you, Mr White. I'd handle
him myself, but, um, I have to call someone back.
Personal stuff. I'm sure you understand.
She seems to be hinting at something. Perry is oblivious.
I've warned you about those personal calls
on the Planet's time, young lady. You may be
Smallville's 2nd gift to Metropolis, but ...
Oh, send him in, Miss Lang.
She does so. EXIT LANA, ENTER JIMMY OLSEN, a young cub reporter with a freckled face and an ugly bow tie.
Now then Jimmy. What's got Lana so worked up?
Uh, Chief, Lois showed up for work this morning.
People deal with tragedies in different ways.
If she wants to lose herself in work,
that's fine by me. And don't call me Chief!
She's wearing a pinstripe pantsuit and a
men's fedora, with a little card in the brim
that says Press. She's sitting at Clark's
desk in hornrimmed glasses, and she wants me
to get his old manual typewriter out of storage.
Great Caesar's ghost!
HAND-HELD as they EXIT his office and ENTER the CITY ROOM.
Lois has turned herself into Clark Kent, and is pecking 2-fingered style at a COMPUTER KEYBOARD. OTHER REPORTERS are standing around, staring.
Dang this new-fangled technology!
Ma and Pa Kent always said that a typewriter
was good enough for the Smallville General Store,
and it should be good enough for anyone.
Jimmy, got that manual?
(to other reporters)
Mind your own business and get back to your own work.
They do so, reluctantly.
Lois, this isn't healthy.
Maybe you should take some time off, Lois.
She doesn't seem to hear them.
There. Boilerplate, but it'll do! Here's your story,
Mr. White. "Superman Missing, Presumed Dead."
It's a cut-and-paste job of the last six times
he faked his death. I just deleted "kryptonite"
every time it appears and substituted Doomsday.
Also "persons unknown" for "Lex Luthor" or "Brainiac."
Lois, we all loved him, and we all miss him,
but you can't take his place.
How could I take his place? I don't have super-
powers. Perry, do you feel all right?
Sighs of relief. She seems to be snapping out of it.
My follow-up piece will be better, once I know
what he's up to. Oh, and I'd like Clark to work
with me on this. Is he around?
Um, Lois, Clark didn't show up for work this morning ...
Aha! So you can teach an old dog new tricks!
Usually, when he dies, Clark Kent carries on
as usual, to sell the idea that they're
different men. But Clark Kent not showing up
for work; now that's really smooth!
Now we all have to act natural. Perry,
that means mourning. In my case it means denial.
I have to refuse to accept his death just like
I would if he was really dead. Hang on.
You stupid marks aren't buying this are you?
He's dead, Lois. This time he's really dead.
He's not dead! He's not! It's just ... it's just
one of his clever ruses to fool some villain.
He does this stuff all the time. Superman
is always willing to deceive his closest friends,
as long as it's for a good cause, and he
intends to apologize later. It's his least
attractive quality. Remember when ...
He was pronounced dead by the coroner,
Dr. Sanchez. His body was studied at
Metropolis U, alongside Doomsday's body.
They're both dead. No heartbeat, no pulse,
no intake of breath. He hasn't moved in
over a day now. I'm sorry, Lois. Superman
is dead. You need to face it. You need help ...
No I don't! Superman is the one who needs help.
We need to back him up on his mission, whatever it may be!
Give me 3 days and an appropriate budget
to prove that Superman is alive. That's all I ask.
3 days! After all the scoops I've brought this rag,
I deserve that much.
Will you admit he's gone and seek grief counselling
if he hasn't turned up by that time?
I ... I guess I have no choice. All right. I'll
talk to my shrink, Dr. Quinzel. I'll "deal with it"
as the pop-psychologists say. But only if you give me
3 days to prove it isn't true.
Do I have your word on that, Lois? We all know
that Lois Lane doesn't break her word.
You have my word.
They shake on it. She stands, the focus of attention for the whole City Room.
ZOOM IN to a CLOSE-UP, with DRAMATIC MUSIC over.
I'm looking forward to this! Do you know
what a little girl told her father the other day?
"Look, Daddy! It's Lois Lane, that woman
who's always getting rescued by Superman!"
I'm sick of it. Does anyone remember that
I used to be the heroine in this town?
Does anyone remember that before Superman
showed up, good citizens in trouble called for
Lois Lane? I remember! I've finally remembered!
Tremble, crimelords of Metropolis!
The World's Best Girl Reporter is back!
PAN city room, as staff applaud and cheer.
(tapping her shoulder)
Uh, Lois? The glasses?
(taking them off)
Oh, these are for you. My arms were full,
and I didn't have any place to carry them
except on the end of my nose.
She puts them on him, as he squirms.
All my partners wear hornrimmed glasses --
it's a tradition!
Great ... Caesar's ... ghost!
MONTAGE of Lois and Jimmy investigating Superman's "disappearance." They walk through the Midvale "crime scene", interview witnesses, screen videotape, etc. Everything seems to confirm his death.
EXT. CENTENNIAL PARK -- DAY.
Memorial service for Superman in front of an elaborate public tomb with a big statue, "Sponsored by the Wayne Foundation!"
PRESIDENT-ELECT BILL CLINTON pays tribute, in footage taken out of context from the Nixon funeral, similar to his speech in Contact.
THE CRASH TEST DUMMIES perform "Superman's Song." The crowd parts as a mysterious stranger walks up to the dais.
CLOSE-UP: a pair of red boots. Everyone is astonished! Could it be? ...
MEDIUM SHOT reveals him as THE PARASITE.
2 SHOT of INSPECTOR HENDERSON and CPT. MAGGIE SAWYER in the crowd.
Inspector! It's him! It's the Parasite.
He grabs her arm roughly.
What do you think you're doing, Captain Sawyer?
I'm going to arrest him. There are a dozen charges
You'll arrest him -- someday. But not today,
Maggie -- not today.
She sits back down, discontented. Henderson's eyes well up.
PAN TO the dais, as The Parasite opens the CASKET.
CLOSE-UP on Superman's corpse. He looks dead.
The Parasite puts his hands over Superman's heart and gives him back all the power that he has stolen from him over the years. It didn't work. The Parasite closes the casket and turns to the crowd.
I figured it was worth a try.
PULL BACK to reveal that the proceedings are being watched through BINOCULARS held by Lois Lane up on the Daily Planet rooftop across the street.
Sound of footsteps behind. Lois and Jimmy are joined in their vigil by BATMAN. He wears the blue-and-grey costume, not the black one.
Wow! The real Batman, here in Metropolis!
With all the crimefighters in the procession,
I felt somebody should actually be fighting crime,
in case some criminal tries to clean out the
Metropolis Treasury. What are you doing here?
I can't face a funeral, I don't believe he's dead.
You don't believe he's dead, Jimmy?
Lois doesn't believe it. That's good enough for me.
Lois collapses in tears, comforted by Batman and Jimmy.
SLOWLY PAN DOWN to the PODIUM.
The Matrix, in her Supergirl form, gives the eulogy. She eulogizes Superman in glowing terms, but in terms that imply she really is Supergirl.
My crimefighting partner ... Our days in
the Legion ... He was more than a friend,
he was almost like a cousin to me ...
Chorus of boos and hisses. When she brags about "the time we fought the Anti-Monitor together" GARBAGE is thrown on stage.
Look! Up in the sky! It's a bird, it's a plane
... it's Power Girl!
POWER GIRL lands on stage, KOs the Matrix with one punch, rips the S off her chest and lays it on the casket. She hugs the casket and cries her heart out.
MONTAGE of tributes pouring in from all over the world. Examples:
1) The Pope at St.Peter's declaring ex cathedra that Superman, though an alien, had a soul -- and praying for it.
2) The French President recalling how Superman saved the Eiffel Tower from nuclear terrorists -- and thanking him posthumously.
3) Oxford Union debating the resolution "Superman Lives!" -- interpreting it to mean that the spirit of Superman goes on.
EXT. DAILY PLANET ALLEY -- DAY.
Lois, Jimmy and Batman EXIT a side door to avoid notice, and are met with Mercy Graves, brandishing her billy club. This woman is Lex Luthor's sidekick, and wears a guard's uniform.
Lex wants to talk to you.
HAND-HELD. She leads them through backalleys to a black LEXUS, license LL666, parked in an empty lot. She raps on the glass with her club and Luthor rolls down the window. He is wearing a wig. They talk in hushed tones, as the others fade into the background.
Hello Lois. You're beautiful, as always.
Lex, my favourite old enemy. You're looking
well yourself, I'm sorry to say.
There is no higher accolade than to be
Lois Lane's favourite enemy. Just watch
that part about "old."
Forgive the reporter in me, but I heard
The Matrix is on your payroll.
Well, somebody has to keep her in groceries.
She won't accept payment for her good deeds.
Since when are you in the superheroine business?
I figure she helps to put me over as a face.
She's not very good, you know. She got her butt
kicked by General Zod. She got her butt kicked by
The Parasite, she got her butt kicked by Doomsday ...
I know, I know. But she has really cool powers,
she's pretty, and her heart is in the right place.
Mercy keeps an eye on her for me. If there's
any serious rough stuff, she handles it.
Despite herself, Lois begins to snicker.
What did I say?
Nothing. It's just ... a superheroine who
needs a bodyguard. It gets to me, that's all.
Gods of Krypton, Lex -- why do you let her
call herself Supergirl?
The world needs one. And she's all we've got.
I'd say I know what you're going through,
but it would be a lie. I can't even imagine
what you're going through.
She sobs uncontrollably. Batman holds her.
I want to assure you, Lois, that I had
nothing to do with the Death of Superman.
I believe you.
I will place the resources of my
criminal organization at your disposal.
Jimmy hands her a KLEENEX. She blows her nose.
I don't want your "resources" Lex. I want
your brilliant mind, and your political stroke.
To do what, exactly?
To form Team Superman, dedicated to proving
that Superman is alive ...
... or bringing his killer to justice.
Moment of silence. All realize she's just made a major concession. Predictably, Jimmy breaks the mood.
I'll do it on one condition. You, Lois,
are lead investigator. I don't trust the bat.
The feeling is mutual.
Now boys, play nice.
360 PAN as they all nod agreement. Lois is named lead investigator.
I want to see Doomsday's body.
It can be arranged.
INT. AN OPERATING THEATRE AT METROPOLIS U. MEDICAL SCHOOL.
Half the public officials in Metropolis are on the payroll of the Luthor Gang and this "private showing" wasn't hard to set up.
DR. SANCHEZ, the coroner, is displaying the CORPSE of Doomsday to Team Superman. He is elderly and hispanic, and wears a lab coat.
CLOSE-UP PAN of the monster's body, as Dr. Sanchez' monologue describes his various features.
To begin with, yes, we're sure he's really dead.
Assuming that Doomsday is even a "he."
This creature has no sexual organs of any kind.
He was clearly a "one-off," designed never to
breed more of his kind. Doomsday was invulnerable.
Therefore, he has no injuries. None.
The most likely cause of death is exhaustion --
he had a finite amount of energy,
and Superman simply ... wore him out.
Like John Wayne riding that horse into the ground
in True Grit!
What about Superman?
The same. Invulnerable, therefore no
physical injuries. It seems incredible that
they're both dead. Equipment inside the vault
in which he'd been kept, still being studied,
indicates that Doomsday was kept in
suspended animation, possibly for years.
Sanchez looks at her funny.
Miss Lane, I'd like your opinion as a
crime reporter. You're used to deducing
the identity of a criminal from the type
of crime he commits. Creating Doomsday
was a crime against humanity. Why don't you
play profiler for us? Treat his body as
a crime scene, and speculate as to what
kind of person you think would have done this.
Lois Lane doesn't speculate.
Lex, If you were to design a monster to kill Superman,
what would it look like?
I have created monsters to kill Supe.
And they didn't look like this. Superman
fights all out against monsters.
What you want is something that looks human,
so he'll pull his punches. Bizarro and Nuclear Man
were supposed to look like Superman himself,
on the logic that any man is reluctant to kill
his own lookalike. If I had to do it all over,
I'd make a monster, Lois, that looks like you.
But this looks like a monster. Why?
It doesn't need to. It has super-strength
and invulnerability as super-powers --
size is redundant. This thing wasn't made
to kill Superman. It was made to look like
it could kill Superman.
It's a nightmare!
Exactly. But whose nightmare? Dr. Sanchez,
would you mind leaving the room?
Dr. Sanchez EXITS.
In hushed tones, Lois reveals Doomsday's last words.
Before he died, he said 2 words: Kill Kara!
Jimmy knows this, but the others noticeably react.
This is a creature from a teenage girl's
nightmare ... the kind of thing she would
remember from a dozen cheap horror movies.
Doomsday was perfectly designed to frighten
Kara Zor-El out of her wits.
I still think his creator is here in this room!
He and Luthor come to blows.
Doomsday doesn't match my m.o., you stupid rodent!
You're smart enough to change your m.o.,
for the purpose of using that argument.
Give me some credit! I would never make a monster
that I myself couldn't control.
But Doomsday could be controlled.
PAN their startled faces.
Then BACK TO Lois.
He was addicted to violence, but not necessarily
his own. He was docile as a lamb watching images
of violence on a TV screen. In another 5 minutes,
if Superman hadn't shown up and started punching him,
I'd have figured it out and ended things peacefully.
All I had to do was keep snapping tapes into the vcr
-- he'd have watched them all day while a prison
was built around him. This poor bastard
didn't ask to be a monster. Somebody made him that way.
For what he did to Doomsday that SOB deserves life.
They ponder her wisdom, and her incredible willingness to forgive.
And what you deserve, Lois, is some relaxation.
I insist. Back me up, people. We'll take the Lexmobile.
Mercy will drive us to any restaurant you like.
Dinner is on me, and perhaps a bottle of wine.
I don't know.
I'm not taking no for an answer.
You need to think about something else for a while.
This mystery will still be here in 2 hours.
PAN reactions. All nod and encourage her.
All right. I guess ... I guess I do need
to eat something. We can all meet back at
my penthouse at 9:00. Not one minute later!
They all pat her on the shoulder, lovingly.
Technically, I'm still a wanted man. Mercy.
The valise. I feel like being a blond tonight.
She opens a VALISE and hands him a fresh WIG. He changes.
Lois takes down her hair and borrows the GLASSES from Jimmy.
I don't want to be recognized tonight either. Let's go.
To the Lexmobile.
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