EXT. SMALLVILLE — GAS STATION — DAY
Kenny is seated on a bench out front, reading a paperback, when a car pulls up to the pumps. Setting down his book, Kenny rises and goes to his customer.
DRIVER
50¢ of gas. And give my windshield a cleaning, if you please.
KENNY
Not a problem, sir.
Cleaning the man’s windshield, Kenny then fills the tank. Once that’s done, the driver pays Kenny.
KENNY
Have yourself a fine day, sir.
Replying with a nod, the man pulls out and away.
Lana, on her bicycle, is riding along the side of the road. Nearing the gas station, she gives Kenny a wave. Taking off his cap, he waves back, smiling.
EXT. HELEN’S HOME/FRONT YARD — DAY
Lana parks her bicycle at the front step. Taking a leather portfolio up from the bike basket, she goes to the door and knocks.
INT. HELEN’S HOME/BEDROOM — DAY
Clark and Helen are together under the sheets. Lying flat on her back, Helen stares deep into Clark’s eyes. He freezes in mid-thrust.
HELEN
Why’d you stop?
CLARK
There’s someone at the door.
HELEN
(laughs) You can’t hear the door from here.
CLARK
I heard it.
HELEN
(sighs) They’ll go away.
Conceding her argument, Clark resumes his stride.
EXT. HELEN’S HOME/FRONT YARD
Lana knocks again. When Helen fails to answer the door a second time, Lana tries the knob. Finding the door unlocked, she slips inside.
INT. HELEN’S HOME/ENTRANCE HALL — DAY
LANA
Aunt Helen? Lana. (beat) I have those papers for you….
Lana creeps deeper into the house.
INT. HELEN’S HOME/BEDROOM — DAY
The lovers moan.
INT. HELEN’S HOME/HALLWAY OUTSIDE BEDROOM — DAY
From here, Lana can hear the lovemaking occurring in the bedroom. Curious, aroused, she silently creeps down the hall to the bedroom door, which is a crack open.
INT. HELEN’S HOME/BEDROOM — DAY
Deep in the throes of passion, neither Helen nor Clark notice the crack in the door widen.
INT. HELEN’S HOME/HALLWAY OUTSIDE BEDROOM — DAY
Discretely peering through the gap, the wry smile on Lana’s lips dies as she spies who is with her aunt.
INT. HELEN’S HOME/BEDROOM — DAY
Arms and legs wrapped around Clark, Helen climaxes.
INT. HELEN’S HOME/HALLWAY OUTSIDE BEDROOM — DAY
Lana steps back, dropping the portfolio to the floor. The door then swings open of its own accord, leaving the two parties in full view of each other.
CLARK
(surprised) Lana!
Shocked, embarrassed, Lana dashes off.
CLARK
Wait! Lana!
Pulling away from Helen, Clark retrieves his pants and struggles into them.
EXT. HELEN’S HOME/FRONT YARD — DAY
Hopping on her bicycle, Lana kicks off, pedalling furiously to put distance between her and the cottage. Clark bursts through the front door.
CLARK
Lana!
Not stopping, not circling back, Lana angrily wipes unbidden tears from her eyes.
EXT. KENT FARM — CORN FIELD — DAY
To the back of the tractor has been hitched a reaper-binder. As Martha guides the tractor through the rows, the corn stalks are collected into the binder, automatically tied into bundles, then deposited out the back on the grass.
Some hours later.
Clad in purple flannel shirt and blue overalls, Luma goes about collecting the corn bundles from the ground, using her super strength to handle multiple bundles in both arms at once, using her super speed to stack them into shooks in a fraction of the time it would take a team of humans to complete the task.
As Luma finishes arranging the last shook, she hears a plaintive cry. Following the sound, she looks up to find a red-tailed hawk gliding through the sky, its wings spread wide. She scrutinizes the raptor. A sense of familiarity falls over her.
INT. BARN/LOFT — DAY
Clark stands by the open loft door, looking out across the property, pensive. Hearing the creak of wood behind him, he looks over his shoulder to find Lana climbing the ladder. Reaching the top, she rises, facing Clark, face dark.
CLARK
(uncomfortable) Hi.
Lana approaches him.
LANA
How long?
CLARK
Lana —
LANA
I know what I saw, Clark. Just tell me … how long?
CLARK
Coming up on a month now.
LANA
(nods) She is a handsome woman.
Something catching her attention, Lana glances over Clark’s shoulder. Outside, Luma stands facing the barn. The bob-wearing Kryptonian looks up at them, studying them.
LANA
(frowns) Who’s that?
Clark looks outside.
CLARK
(thinking) My cousin.
LANA
You’ve never mentioned her before. (beat) Where’s she from?
CLARK
Far away. Quebec.
At Clark’s touch, they leave the open door. Deeper into the loft’s shadows, Clark gently takes Lana by the shoulders, gazing into her eyes imploringly.
CLARK
Don’t tell anyone.
Lana studies Clark’s eyes. Closing her own, she leans forward and plants a tender kiss on his cheek. Stepping away without a word, she returns to the ladder.
Clark touches his cheek, feeling the lingering warmth of her kiss.