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INT. HELEN’S HOME/BEDROOM — DAY

Another bout of lovemaking between Clark and Helen comes to a close.

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A minute later.

Helen and Clark lay together, sheets bunched up between them. Instead of cuddling, making pillow talk, they watch the ceiling — Helen with disinterest, Clark with dissatisfaction — a silent, palpable distance between them.

Sitting up, Helen reaches over Clark for the nightstand on his side of the bed, taking up a cigarette case and lighter resting atop a movie magazine. As she fishes a cigarette from the case, Clark picks up the magazine; an image of Greta Garbo emblazons the front cover.

CLARK: Greta Garbo. (flips through magazine) Is she a good actress?

Lighting up her cigarette, Helen shrugs.

CLARK: I don’t know any of the actors. I’ve never been to the movies. I’ve never been out of Smallville to see one. (beat) My whole life.

HELEN: Poor dear. (solemn) I know that feeling well.

The two make eye contact, on the cusp of an emotional connection.

CLARK: Do you remember your first? Which was it?

Helen takes a moment to think it over.

HELEN: Frankenstein, in 1910. (takes drag) Yes, it was Frankenstein.

CLARK: What was it like?

HELEN: You’ve read the book.

CLARK: Certainly.

HELEN: There’s your answer.

The distance returns.

Helen offers Clark her cigarette. Accepting it, Clark takes a dispassionate puff. Tobacco does nothing for him.

INT. HELEN’S HOME/ENTRANCE HALL — DAY

Helen opens the front door for Clark.

HELEN: You’ll be in tomorrow, of course.

CLARK: It’ll be a long day for me. I don’t believe I’ll make it in.

HELEN: Then the day after.

CLARK: The family’s entertaining a guest — my cousin Luma, visiting down from Canada. I’m sorry.

Clark enters the threshold.

HELEN: (raises hand) Just a moment!

Stopping in the door, Clark waits for Helen as she leaves for another room. In a minute she returns, a fresh-baked pie in hand.

HELEN: (offers pie to Clark) Pecan.

CLARK: Thank you.

Helen starts to smile.

CLARK: (cont’d) Ma has allergies, but I appreciate the gesture.

The nascent smile dies.

CLARK: (forlorn) Take good care of yourself, Hel.

Clark steps through the door, closing it after him. Helen is left standing in the entrance hall, alone with her pie.

INT. LANG HOME/LANA’S BEDROOM — DAY

In her undergarments, singing softly to herself, Lana goes through her closet. She finds two items: a red blouse and a beige sweater. Looking them over, she chooses the sweater. Setting the sweater down beside a brown skirt atop her bed, she crosses over to her dresser. Gazing into the dresser mirror, she checks her hair. As she tucks an errant lock behind her ear, she sees in the reflection a face outside her bedroom window.

LANA: (gasps) Jumpin’ Jesus!

Spinning 'round, she finds it is Clark gazing in on her. She strides to the window; flinging it open, she leans out; Clark clutches the window frame, feet braced tightly against the wall, suspended two storeys above the ground, nothing on or against the wall he could’ve used to scale it.

LANA: How’d you ever manage‽

Taking a step back, Lana allows Clark to climb inside. She places her fists on her hips, none too pleased with Clark.

LANA: You’re a voyeur, too, now?

CLARK: Sorry. (averts gaze)

LANA: Suppose I can’t fault you. Must be desensitized to the sight of bubs by now.

Moving to her bed, Lana takes up her sweater.

LANA: Let’s not futz around. (slips sweater on) What’s on your mind?

CLARK: It’s over.

Lana takes up her skirt, eyes intent on Clark.

CLARK: (beat) Between your aunt and me.

LANA: (slips skirt on) Face stretcher wore thin?

CLARK: (turns to window) I should go.

LANA: (buttons skirt) Clark — no.

Taking him by the wrist, she sits him down beside her on the bed, ready to hear what he has to say.

CLARK: It was sex. Just sex. Nothing else. (beat) I tried to love her. I tried. But she wouldn’t let me in. (beat) Lana, is it me? Is there something wrong with me?

LANA: Clark … you’re a sap. A real sap. But my God … your heart is big. You, you shine — a sun on Earth. (beat) I pity Hel, if she can’t see you … (touches his lips) … appreciate you….

There is a loud rap at the door, startling them both.

SARAH LANG: (O.S.) Lana, are you decent?

LANA: (faces door; irate) Mother!

SARAH LANG: (O.S.) Peter’s just arrived.

LANA: (to herself) Oh, Pete! (to Mrs. Lang) I’ll be right down!

Rising, Lana retrieves her shoes.

CLARK: Having a night on the town with Pete?

Slipping into her shoes, Lana nods.

CLARK: Since when have you and Pete …?

LANA: Clark, we’ve been going steady two weeks. (beat) You didn’t realize?

CLARK: No. (bewildered) I’ve missed out on a lot.

LANA: (sighs) That you have.

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Finished the latest set of touch-ups to the script. They are as follow:

  • Krypton is now identified as Krypton (figured keeping the planet’s name a mystery was pointless)
  • Kara/Linda has been changed to Luma-Lyn (a character inspired by Luma Lynai)
  • Mrs. Bogdanove is now Miss Maggin
  • Lana’s mother’s name has been changed from Carol to Sarah (the character’s name pre-Crisis)
  • Lana’s father’s name has been changed from Thomas to Lewis (ditto)
  • Nell’s name has been changed to Helen (the character’s name post-Crisis)
  • Removed Luthor’s scenes (I’ve decided to place his introduction in Act II instead)

I’ve also decided to retool my original plot somewhat. I’ve decided against making Luthor a military officer; I’ll be making him a weapons scientist/defense conglomerate magnate instead. Also, Brainiac won’t be making an appearance; a different character will serve as secondary antagonist (I won’t reveal who just yet).

My apologies for these disorienting changes.

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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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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, vanilla extract, and bourbon 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.

FADE OUT

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END OPENING CREDITS

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. She glances to the window; the sky outside is dark gray with cloud. Rising from her chair, she moves toward the window. She doesn’t stride but glides, levitating an inch above the floor as she moves toward the pane. Levitating there, she stares outside, just studying the weather.

The door opens; Martha leans inside.

MARTHA

Luma? We’re set to go.

LUMA

I’ll be down shortly.

Nodding once, Martha steps out and closes the door; she obviously didn’t take notice of Luma’s levitation. Touching down, Luma collects the shoes at the foot of her bed.

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 — BARN — TWILIGHT

The two Kryptonians step through the loft door. Hand-in-hand they float down, alighting on the ground gently.

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.

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INT. SEDAN/BACK SEAT — TWILIGHT

As they drive to Helen’s, Clark peers out his window, apprehensive. For her part, Luma faces forward, expression neutral, though she keeps angling her eyes at Clark.

EXT. HELEN’S HOME/FRONT YARD — TWILIGHT

Jonathan stands at the door, wife, son, and Luma behind him. He isn’t any more eagre than Clark to be there.

MARTHA

Well?

Jonathan hesitant, Martha takes initiative, stepping past her husband to knock at the door. Several seconds pass with no response. Jonathan knocks. Still no one comes to the door.

MARTHA

What could be keeping her?

CLARK’S P.O.V. — ENTRANCE HALL

Clark activates his x-ray vision. His parents and front door disappear, allowing him to peer into the entrance hall. Helen stands on the other side of the door in an incredibly form-fitting bold red dress. Hands on hips, a wry half-smile on her cherry red lips, she takes a casual glance at her watch.

EXT. HELEN’S HOME/FRONT YARD — TWILIGHT

Jonathan knocks again. Again no response.

JONATHAN

(frowns) We’re leaving.

Just as Jonathan turns from the door, it opens. Helen steps out, feigned expression of apology on her face.

HELEN

I was entertaining Sarah and Lewis in the parlour. I mustn’t have heard you.

Jonathan reflexively eyes Helen’s figure under the tight dress. She grins, pleased. Collecting himself, he stiffens, adjusting the front of his buttoned coat.

HELEN

(sights Luma) This must be your niece.

Luma approaches their hostess. She takes a quick sniff of the air about the older woman.

HELEN

I am Helen Potter; all my friends call me Hel. Doubtless Clark’s mentioned me.

LUMA

(cocks eyebrow) I know everything worth knowing about you.

HELEN

Beware of unguarded talk. (chuckles) I don’t know your name.

LUMA

Luma-Lyn. Luma to my friends.

HELEN

It’s a joy to meet you, Luma.

LUMA

(firm) Luma-Lyn.

Helen’s smile of self-satisfaction briefly falters. The hostility radiating from Luma is subtle but palpable.

HELEN

Come in from the cold, won’t you? (tugs dress hem) It’s positively frigid.

INT. HELEN’S HOME/PARLOUR — TWILIGHT

Helen guides the Kents and Luma into her parlour, where the Langs are relaxing.

HELEN

Luma-Lyn, this would be my sister, Sarah. Her husband, Lewis.

Lana’s parents and the blonde exchange greetings.

Stepping behind Lana, Helen rests her hands on her niece’s shoulders.

HELEN

And this is Lana, my niece.

LUMA

Hello.

LANA

(eyes Luma) Quite the tall one, ain’tcha?

SARAH LANG

(frowns) Lana!

HELEN

(smiles) Lana can be quite the cheeky she-devil.

Helen pinches Lana’s cheek hard enough to make the redhead flinch.

LUMA

I take no offense, Lana.

HELEN

Dinner’s waiting to be served. Won’t everyone make their way to the dining room?

The Kents, Langs, and Luma head out of the parlour.

HELEN

Oh, Clark?

Clark turns to Helen.

HELEN

(cont’d) Help me in the kitchen?

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