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DuracellEnergizer
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The Last Son of Krypton (Season One)
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9-Jul-2019, 7:39 PM
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25-Sep-2019, 6:45 PM
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EXT. KENT FARM — KENT HOME/BACK PORCH — TWILIGHT

Luma sits in an easy chair. Shelby resting on the porch to her left, she stares into the twilight sky overhead, pensive.

Clark emerges onto the porch.

LUMA: I require more books.

CLARK: I’ll pay the library a visit tomorrow. I’ll check the Complete Works of Shakespeare out for you.

LUMA: Is Shakespeare weighty?

CLARK: I’ll pick you up The Canterbury Tales, too.

Clark follows Luma’s gaze into the sky. The stars are beginning to emerge, twinkling against the deepening darkness.

LUMA: Clark?

CLARK: Yes?

LUMA: Are you … you are aroused by these Terran women?

CLARK: (taken aback) Yes.

LUMA: Jonathan is a handsome man, it is true. Yet his scent is … alien. (morose) I will never take to its like.

CLARK: (frowns) Luma … what’s your earliest memory?

LUMA: Your mother stripping me nude.

CLARK: You have absolutely no memory of how you came here? Why you came? Where you came from?

Luma looks to Shelby. The dog is asleep, her head between her paws.

LUMA: My name is Luma-Lyn. That is all I remember….

INT. HELEN’S HOME/PARLOUR — NIGHT

Seated in a spacious armchair, Helen reaches for the candlestick telephone on the stand beside her. Lifting the receiver from the switch hook, she dials a number.

INT. KENT HOME/KITCHEN — NIGHT

After long seconds of ringing, Jonathan enters the kitchen and strides up to the wood-panelled wall telephone.

JONATHAN: (answers phone) Jonathan here.

INT. HELEN’S HOME/PARLOUR — NIGHT

HELEN: (smiles) Dearest Jonathan.

INT. KENT HOME/KITCHEN — NIGHT

JONATHAN: (frowns) Who’s this?

INT. HELEN’S HOME/PARLOUR — NIGHT

HELEN: (wry) I’m surprised at you. Granted, it’s been a spell. But so long as to forget the voice of your oldest, closest friend?

INT. KENT HOME/KITCHEN — NIGHT

JONATHAN: (stern) Helen.

INT. HELEN’S HOME/PARLOUR — NIGHT

HELEN: You remember!

INT. KENT HOME/KITCHEN — NIGHT

JONATHAN: If you’re calling after Clark, he isn’t available.

INT. HELEN’S HOME/PARLOUR — NIGHT

HELEN: Oh, you’ll do. Quite nicely.

INT. KENT HOME/KITCHEN — NIGHT

JONATHAN: How may I help you today, Hel?

INT. HELEN’S HOME/PARLOUR — NIGHT

HELEN: Clark and I’ve spent quite the amount of time together. So much time, I wake some mornings thinking I’m Mrs. Helen Kent. (chuckles) Thanksgiving’s fast approaching. I’ll be hosting a dinner. I’ve invited my sister and her family. While I know Clark isn’t family, it simply wouldn’t do to exclude him and his from the festivities.

INT. KENT HOME/KITCHEN — NIGHT

JONATHAN: I don’t think so, Helen.

INT. HELEN’S HOME/PARLOUR — NIGHT

HELEN: (sighs) I suppose I can call back later; perhaps Martha’ll be available to pick up the line. Or perhaps I’ll drive out to your quaint, picturesque property and pay your wife a personal visit. (beat) We have much to discuss, she and I, and I can be quite the chatterbox. (malicious) Quite the chatterbox.

INT. KENT HOME/KITCHEN — NIGHT

Jonathan doesn’t speak a word.

INT. HELEN’S HOME/PARLOUR — NIGHT

HELEN: And don’t forget to include your niece. Clark has told me all about her; I’m simply perishing to meet the perfect dear.

INT. KENT HOME/KITCHEN — NIGHT

The line goes dead.

FADE OUT

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