Superman V - Part 8
Written by Fred
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 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, and Part 7
EXT. THE STREETS OF METROPOLIS -- DAY.
Superman EXITS telephone booth.
Up, up and away!
SUPERMAN THEME MUSIC PLAYS, as he leaps into the sky.
EXT. THE DAILY PLANET -- DAY.
Mercy steps forward to battle the Humanite. He is incredulous.
A dame? Who is she to dare defy me,
being a member of an inferior gender!
(brandishing her billy club)
Men call me Mercy. At least, Mercy is the word
men scream when they're on their knees before me!
I killed you once, you big ape, I can do it again.
You big ape? You're a universe behind, my dear!
10 years ago, I was "You big ape."
20 years ago, it was "Hey cripple!"
Today you can call me Master!
They go nose to nose. 2 SHOT. She begins to tremble, as though realizing what she's up against.
But never let it be said that the Ultra-
Humanite lacks chivalry. I'll let you throw
the first punch. C'mon, little girl,
take your best shot. Here, I'll bend down
so you can reach me. No? Why, I'll even close my eyes ...
He does so.
CLOSE-UP on her smile. Her fear was an act.
Take this, monkey-breath!
She grabs the end of her club and strips off a lead-lined SHEATH, revealing the club as glowing and green. She swings it mightily and fells the Humanite.
Kryptonite! That thing's made of kryptonite! Who knew?
Mercy presses her advantage, smashing the fallen Humanite with her green club from every angle.
No! Stop! Kryptonite is the only weapon
that can damage my invulnerable Kryptonian
battle-suit! You're destroying the
delicate balance of my invincible weapons!
That's the idea, you pinhead!
Finally, the Humanite regains his feet and shoots at her. The ray-guns no longer work! So he rips off the shreds of the battle suit and fights her as Doomsday. She punches him as hard as she can, but he doesn't even feel it! He decks her with one blow, and then picks up her body and hurls it skyward.
AERIAL SHOT as she is gently caught in mid-air by The Eradicator, who flies her to safety.
Don't worry, Miss Graves. I've got you.
You’ve got me? Who's got you?
They land. 2 SHOT.
You did beautifully, Miss Graves.
I forgot to duck! On the positive side,
it's not every woman who can say she's been
nailed by Doomsday.
SWISH-PAN back to Humanite.
I'm tired of waiting for Superman! Who's next?
PAN Team Superman.
This looks like a job for Supergirl.
This looks like a job for Superboy.
This looks like a job for Batman!
This looks like a job for Batgirl!
This looks like a job for The Eradicator.
LOUD VOICE OFF
ZOOM UP the height of the Daily Planet to the now-barren roof.
CLOSE-UP on Superman standing defiant in his famous pose.
This looks like a job for Superman.
Superman flies down to street level to great applause. SUPERMAN THEME SWELLS. Knock-down-drag-out-fight, punctuated by snippets of action dialogue:
Go, Superman! You can do it!
C'mon Mae! All the cool kids root for the heel!
Hu-ma-nite! Hu-ma-nite! Hu-ma-nite!
Hey Humanite! Where did you get Kryptonian technology?
Where else but in Kandor, where I was a
female scientist named Cor-Lar. By the way,
Lois, you must be getting low. Drop by my lab
and I'll sell you a few more hits.
No thanks, I'm fine for now. I mean, how dare you!
Lois Lane doesn't take drugs!
I've always wondered, Humanite, why do you hate me?
You threw me into a volcano in 1939!
That wasn't me, that was Earth 2 Superman!
He's not around so I'm taking it out on you!
Where'd Kent get off to? He should be back from
making that phone call by now. He's never around
when Superman needs him, that snivelling coward!
Beg Superman! Beg for mercy!
I tried that, but she only has eyes for Lex!
The preceeding snippets may be in any order, at the director's discretion. Conversely, any or all may be cut, with the exception of snippet #2, which is essential exposition.
Finally, The Ultra-Humanite appears to have won. Superman is down and apparently out. Team Superman gather round, prepared to help.
Back off! Back I say, or I'll kill him!
They have no choice and step back.
2-SHOT of the hero and villain.
At last after all these years, victory is mine!
I have pursued him across 3 universes -- of which,
by the way, this is the lamest and most bogus --
and I finally have the Man of Steel in my clutches.
Now, all I have to do is finish him off!
(groggily coming to)
That ... that would be true, Humanite ...
but you forgot one thing ...
If you think this pathetic attempt to
stall for time will do you any good, Superman,
you are sadly mistaken. Go ahead, tell me!
What is the "one thing" I forgot?
Long, dramatic pause.
Then Superman revives completely and stands up.
THE PARASITE GAVE ME MY POWERS BACK!
Fight resumes ... this time with Superman winning!
Yes, Humanite. He felt sorry for me when I was "dead"
and he gave them back. All of them. Every single power
he's leeched off me for years is now mine again.
You are now dealing with the most powerful Superman
since the one who first beat Brainiac!
You wanted to kill Superman? You did! Post-Crisis
Superman is dead. I am Silver Age Superman!
I am 3 times as strong as I was last week!
I can move at twice the speed of thought!
STROBE EFFECT, as Superman appears in a dozen places in random order for a split-second at a time, faster than the camera can follow.
I can breathe in space, fly to the edge
of the galaxy and be back for supper.
He flies off and is back a second later, holding a SPACE PROBE.
(he dusts it with his cape)
Hmm. V'ger. I'd better put this back,
it could be useful in a future storyline.
He hurls it into space. A few bars of STAR TREK THEME.
I can vibrate between dimensions.
He turns into a blur and disappears. He returns a second later, with SPIDER-GIRL slung over his shoulder.
Help! Put me down you brute! This is gratuitous
violence! I'm telling my father on you! Daddy!
Kal, put the girl back where you found her -- now.
He does so.
But best of all, for the first time since
I was a rookie, I can do this!
Superman spins at super-speed and disappears again. There is a FLASH OF LIGHT, and all shade their eyes. When they open them again PAN the astonished looks on their faces.
SWISH-PAN to The Ultra-Humanite, now a bald man in a wheelchair.
Wha-what happened? ... NO-O-O!
I can spin like a top and break through
the time barrier. In fact, I just did.
I went back and stopped you from
inventing Doomsday in the first place!
And I burned all your notes with heat-
ray vision, so you can never recreate him.
Don't count on your henchmen in the submarine.
Arr matey! I scuttled that tub afore'n
she left the Antarctic Sea!
JUMP CUT to Metropolis Harbour, where the pier is intact and the 2 fishermen are fishing as before.
BACK TO SCENE
Curses! Foiled again!
Superman turns to Henderson.
He's all yours, Inspector. Take him away and book him.
And charge him with what, Supe? You changed
the past -- he didn't do anything!
PAN TO Centennial Park which has no broken statue, nor a Tomb of Superman.
PAN UP to the Daily Planet rooftop globe, which is intact.
BACK TO SCENE.
When the man's right, he's right.
You're free to go, Humanite, but I'm gonna
keep an eye on you, so you'd better
watch your step. Get it? Watch your step!
Oh sure. Pick on a guy in a wheelchair.
And they call this the PC universe! Um,
my battery is dead. Could someone give me a push?
Mercy. My life is no longer threatened.
Good deeds are authorized.
Mercy goes to push the Humanite's chair. He grumbles.
You're a good man in a fight, Miss Graves.
Hiring you is the smartest thing this Luthor
has ever done. Let's get outta here!
I'm getting too old for this shit!
2 SHOT of Superboy and Matrix.
Wow! "Let's get outta here" and
"I'm getting too old for this shit,"
in the same curtain speech! Now that's smooth!
Yes, those Golden Agers were real pros.
Our generation could learn a lot from them.
2 SHOT of Superman and Henderson.
I want to thank you, Superman,
for only spinning yourself this time,
instead of the entire planet.
As I approach my middle-years, I'm learning
the value of self-restraint.
2 SHOT of Superboy and Matrix.
Mae, it's time you became my personal bitch!
Okay, sounds like fun!
She morphs into Krypto.
Let us fly over the city, righting wrongs,
giving help wherever it is needed!
Up, up and away!
Superboy and Krypto fly off and EXIT.
INT. DAILY PLANET CITY ROOM -- NIGHT.
An office party is in progress, celebrating victory with all principals, including Team Superman and the JLA.
PAN the party, till Superman is found, declining a drink.
No thanks. I never drink when I fly ...
oh what the Hell. It couldn't hurt!
He does a standing chug, as crowd cheers him on!
PAN TO the far side of the room, by the water cooler.
2 SHOT. Superboy, predictably, is hitting on WONDER WOMAN.
So let me see if I've got this straight.
You've got this golden rope, right?
And it's a magic rope! When you tie men up
with it, they have to do whatever you want,
because you're will is dominant?
Wonder Woman smiles and nods -- she finds him amusing.
And you do this while wearing boots,
a mini-skirt and a metal breastplate.
So what I want to know is -- how did you
slip this past the Comix Code?
She laughs and shakes her head, as if to say, Kid ... you're cute, but you're out of your league!
BACK TO Lois and Superman.
You could have warned us.
But I did! I gave you that terrific clue,
just before I died. Didn't you get it?
What were my last words?
Look, up in the sky, Kara. The name of a loved one
was on your lips. Just like you were dying.
No, no, that was the clue. You see, just like Kara
isn't really dead, and will come back to me some day,
letting her name slip was the clue that I was about
to fake my death too.
I can't do this. I just can't. Somebody has to tell him,
but it can't be me. The words won't pass my lips ...
Batgirl walks over to them and ENTERS the shot.
It's all right, Lois. I'll tell him.
Tell me what?
(leads Superman away, gently)
Everything's going to be all right, Superman.
We're just going to have a little chat about
your cousin ...
Great! There's nothing I like more
than talking about my beautiful cousin.
She's so brave and strong ...
They drift off to the window.
POV as Lois watches. Batgirl holds his hand and nods as he lights up with enthusiasm. Batman joins Lois.
Bats, I can't handle this. I don't know
what to do. I love that man. I'd do anything
for him. I've made him famous with my writing.
I solve his cases for him and let him
take the credit.
I once wrestled a 15 foot robot,
and sent Clark Kent to phone in the story
because I was afraid that he might get hurt.
But I can't help him with this. He just won't
face it, Bats! ... And it's killing me.
For once, Lois Lane can't help Superman.
Batgirl will tell him. She'll find the right words.
She's kind, and very wise for her age.
He'll take it coming from her. But Lois?
If she can't convince him, would that be so bad?
You keep saying "The world needs a Superman."
Have you ever considered that maybe Superman
needs a hero too? I patrol Gotham.
I see street punks every day who don't believe
in anything. Then I see nice, clean cut kids
coming out of mosques, or churches, or synagogues,
and they believe in something. Maybe you and I
might think it's silly to believe that
somebody with super-powers who we all know
is dead will someday come back and make
everything right, but who are we to judge?
And the people who believe in something
are happier than the people who believe in nothing.
Superman and Batgirl return.
Oh Lois, it's wonderful! Don't tell anybody,
but Kara isn't really dead! She's off on a
secret mission, and she could come back any day now!
Lois laughs, joyfully.
Why couldn't I have guessed that he'd convince you?
She kisses Kal.
Of course, Superman. Someday she'll come back to us.
You just keep believing that.
Do you believe it, Lois?
You believe it, Superman. That's good enough for me.
Lois toasts Superman, but as they raise their GLASSES, Jimmy yells "STOP!" They all look at him.
Did we just let Lex Luthor pour the champagne?
Lex, you don't have a glass in your hand.
I'm trying to cut down.
(pours him one)
Have a drink Lex. I insist.
Mercy, would you care to imbibe?
Are you kidding Lex? Who knows you better than I do?
He takes the drink and downs it with no ill effects. Collective sigh of relief, then all toast their victory.
I really had you going, blueboy!
Yes, Lex, you did!
I bet your heart is beating a mile a minute!
Yes it is. I honestly thought you were going
to kill everyone in this room.
Well I won't.
I'm only going to kill you.
Party crashes to a halt.
Your heart is beating fast? Excellent.
Soon you will break a cold sweat and get the shakes.
Then you'll become faint and break out in hives...
What ... what did you put in the champagne?
Luthor chortles with glee!
Something I genetically engineered in the lab.
One of your little friends from Krypton.
The 2nd way to kill Superman. Virus X!
Don't worry, none of us are affected,
it only kills Kryptonians. You have 3 weeks
to live. Naturally, there's an antidote ...
(coughing and weakening)
G-give it to me! By all the gods of Krypton ...
Not so fast blueboy. There's a fee for this service ...
Luthor calmly explains as Superman collapses in chills and moaning.
I've decided to go straight and start an
R@D firm, LexCorp. I figure Centennial Park's
a good location, and I'll need a little
start up fund, a little seed capital ...
Say, the entire contents of the Metropolis Treasury.
They'll ... never agree to your terms.
I think they will blueboy. How many times
have you saved the world all by yourself?
It's a matter of national security,
keeping you alive. I'll get my pardon
and anything else I ask for. Whaddya say?
Superman crawls to his knees and grabs Luthor's collar.
Give it to me!
Please Supe! You don't think I'd carry it on me?
Promise you'll use your powers to get me
everything I want, and it's yours.
Superman gives in. Luthor reaches for a vest pocket, takes out a VIAL.
Why lookee here. I did carry it on me!
Open wide, blueboy.
Superman greedily drinks the liquid, then recovers.
We'll see ourselves out, Supe. I want to
pace off the groundplan of LexCorp.
Lex and Mercy EXIT.
Should we go after them?
CLOSE-UP on Superman.
No. I gave my word I'd help him get a pardon
and start a business. Superman always
keeps his word. Luthor has finally beaten me.
EXT. CENTENNIAL PARK -- NIGHT.
Lex and Mercy are pacing off "LexCorp."
And that, Mercy, is how you kill a superhero.
Not with monsters, but with brains.
What these people have always failed to
comprehend is that they are dealing with
The Greatest Criminal Mind of our Times!
I don't get it, Lex. Bruce Wayne said you had
no suspicious expenditures. There was no fund
that could have been a Virus X Project.
I lied. The champagne was champagne.
The antidote was coloured water.
But Superman was really sick!
He thought he was sick. And the funny part is,
if I hadn't sold him the antidote, in 3 weeks
he would have thought he was dead!
Luthor and Mercy kiss.
EXT. AERIAL SHOT OVER FARMLAND -- DAY.
Superman and Superwoman are flying, enjoying each other's company.
Fortunately, I don't have a jealous bone
in my body. As far as I'm concerned, you could
marry Lana Lang tomorrow, and I wouldn't bat an eye.
(liar! liar! pants on fire!)
It's just that ... You didn't did you? With Lana?
Please tell me you didn't!
Why Lois, I'm surprised at you! I didn't do
anything with Lana Lang that you wouldn't do.
Well, that's a relief ... I think.
Of course, I can't speak for Clark Kent.
You know those Kansas farmboys!
It's a good thing you're cute. That's all I can say.
Next time, could I please have a less tacky funeral?
The Crash Test Dummies?
You got off easy. Slick Willy wanted to play the saxophone!
They both laugh.
Kal, the kids are all right.
Yes, they are. This universe is gonna be just fine
in their hands. In a few years, we'll be able to retire.
But ... not just yet!
No, darling ... not just yet!
Race you to the Fortress!
They fly off into the sunrise.
PAN DOWN TO:
EXT. AN ABANDONED FARMHOUSE -- DAY.
We recognize it as the place where Superman first met Doomsday. KARA ZOR-EL is swinging on the FRONT PORCH SWING, looking bored.
You know what I think? I think the Anti-Monitor lied!
I think he was just trying to get rid of me.
I don't think Superman needs me in the future at all!
(she gets up and looks at the front door)
I definitely have the right address.
(she paces and looks at her watch)
I'm givin' this 5 more minutes, and if I don't
see a monster, then darn it, I'm gonna fly out
to the Fortress and raise a little heck.
(she leans over the rail)
Doomsday ... oh Doomsday ... here monster ...
nice monster ... Doo-oo-oomsday ...
She keeps calling for Doomsday.
PAN UP to sky, then
FADE TO BLACK and ROLL CREDITS,
as Bonnie Tyler sings "Holding Out For a Hero!"
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