THE LAST SON OF KRYPTON
“THANKSGIVING”
FADE IN
On Helen Potter standing tall in her spick-and-span kitchen, a white apron with pink frills worn over the front of her dress.
On her counter, arranged with all the tidiness of a surgeon prepared for surgery, are the ingredients and supplies needed to make a pecan pie.
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Helen feeding kindling into her wood stove.
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Helen combining flour, salt, white sugar, cubed butter, and water in a bowl with a pastry cutter.
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Helen rolling out the dough.
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Helen lining a pie tin with dough.
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Helen crimping the edges of the crust.
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Helen lining the crust with parchment before weighing it down with hard beans.
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Helen placing the unbaked crust in the oven.
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Helen whisking a melted mixture of butter, brown sugar, corn syrup, flour, milk, salt, and vanilla extract in a saucepan.
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Helen breaking three eggs into a bowl, then gradually pouring the brown fluid into them, blending with the whisk.
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Helen removing the baked crust from the oven.
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Helen removing the beans and parchment from the crust, adding crushed pecans, then pouring in the filling.
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Helen placing the pie in the oven.
An hour later.
Opening the oven, Helen fishes out the fresh, hot pecan pie. Bring it to her face, she inhales, savouring the aroma. Crossing to the open kitchen window, she sets the steaming pie on the sill to cool.
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FADE IN
On Luma in her bedroom, in a pretty carmine dress, seated before her vanity, running the bristles of a horsehair brush through her hair at a methodic pace, her expression sedate.
Finished styling her hair, she sets the brush down. Beside the brush rest a pair of glasses. Taking them up, she looks them over, almost as if she can’t determine their purpose. Unfolding the stems, she slips them on. The tinted lenses mask the intensity of her uncanny eyes, making them appear a more subdued amber. She examines herself in the mirror; she doesn’t much care for how the eyewear looks on her.
The door opens; Martha leans inside.
MARTHA
Luma? We’re set to go.
LUMA
I’ll be down shortly.
INT. KENT HOME/ENTRANCE HALL — TWILIGHT
Jonathan is standing in wait at the door when Martha comes down from upstairs.
MARTHA
She’ll be right down.
JONATHAN
Where’s Clark?
MARTHA
(raises voice) Clark? (beat) Clark?
Luma comes down the stairs. She trains her eyes ahead of her, focusing them.
LUMA
He’s out in the barn.
MARTHA
Be a dear and fetch him?
INT. BARN/LOFT — TWILIGHT
Dressed in his best clothes, Clark sits reading a hardback novel. Luma leaps in through the open loft door.
LUMA
(scrutinizes book) Frankenstein. (beat) You’ve read this one.
CLARK
Mmm-hmm.
LUMA
I can recall chapter and verse after a single reading.
CLARK
Me too.
LUMA
(shrugs) Why bother?
CLARK
It relaxes me.
Closing the book, Clark rises. The two Kryptonians stand there a moment, each studying the other.
LUMA
(offers hand) They’re waiting.
Clark takes Luma’s hand.
EXT. KENT FARM — KENT HOME — TWILIGHT
Clark and Luma approach the Kents’ four-year-old Ford Model A sedan; Jonathan and Martha are already seated inside. Clark opens the back left door for her. The two Kryptonians exchange glances, then Luma slips inside. Clark closes the door for her.