BRUCE: There was a time above. A time before. There were perfect things, diamond absolutes. How things fall. Things on Earth. -And what falls... -(WIND HOWLING) Master Wayne! - ...is fallen. - Bruce! (PANTING) Bruce, it's all right. Bruce, please. (CONTINUES PANTING) (GUN COCKING) (GROANS) (GROANS) (GUN FIRES) (SCREAMING INAUDIBLY) (GASPING) Martha. (GROANING) (WINGS FLAPPING) (BATS SQUEAKING) (BREATHING HEAVILY) (BATS SQUEAKING LOUDLY) (GASPING) (SCREECHING) (GRUNTING) BRUCE: In the dream, they took me to the light. A beautiful lie. (TYRES SCREECHING) (ENGINE ROARING) (SIRENS WAILING) -Jack. -Bruce. Jack, listen to me. I want you to get everyone out of the building right now. -You understand? -Oh my God. WOMAN: Stay away from the windows! Let's go. Come on. Start moving now, people. Let's go. The boss wants us out of the building, so let's make it happen. Jack. Jack! (TYRES SCREECHING) (CAR ALARMS BLARING) (JACK BREATHING HEAVILY) (JACK GASPS) -(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) -(PANTING) (CELL PHONE BEEPS) OPERATOR: We're sorry. All circuits are busy now. Will you please try your call again later? Heavenly God, creator of Heaven and Earth, have mercy on my soul. (BOOM!) -(PANICKED SHOUTING) -(BRUCE GASPS) Jack! (PEOPLE SCREAMING) (RUBBLE CRASHES) (HIGH-PITCHED WHINE) WALLACE: Mr Wayne! Mr Wayne! I can't feel my legs. -(GRUNTS) -I can't feel my legs. -We need help over here! -(BREATHING HEAVILY) Help me. I can't feel my legs. You're gonna be OK. You hear me? Wallace? What do they call you, Wally? Huh? You're the boss, boss. MAN: All right. You're gonna be OK. Easy, easy. Come on. (WALLACE GROANING) Oh my God. I can't move my leg. My God. I can't feel my legs. (BRUCE GRUNTS) It's OK. You're gonna be OK. -You're OK. All right? Huh? -(SIRENS WAILING) You know what? We're gonna find your mom. Where is she? (SONIC BOOM) (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) (WIND HOWLING) (LOIS GROANS) Um... Are you a terrorist, General? They did not tell me the interview was with a lady. I'm not a lady. I'm a journalist. GENERAL AMAJAGH: What I am is a man with nothing except a love of my people. Oh... Don't open... You just exposed... Who's paying for these security contractors, General? Who pays for the drones that pass over our heads at night? One question begs another. Yes? (BEEPING) CIA. They're tracking us! You! (SPEAKS OTHER LANGUAGE) -No! -(JIMMY SPEAKS OTHER LANGUAGE) It's OK, Lois. (GUNSHOT ECHOES) I... I didn't know. Ignorance is not the same as innocence, Miss Lane. (INDISTINCT CHATTER IN OTHER LANGUAGE) -(GUNFIRE) -(PEOPLE SCREAMING) (INDISTINCT SHOUTING IN OTHER LANGUAGE) -Get up! Stand up! -(GASPING) (ENGINES REVVING) Move out! (BREATHING HEAVILY) Take one step, you will see the inside of her head. KAHINA: The women in the village heard a noise. Like the sky cracked open. He came down. So many dead. Even worse came after. The government attacked. No mercy in the villages. (SOBS) My parents tried to run. The world has been so caught up with what Superman can do that no one has asked what he should do. Let the record show that this committee holds him responsible. He'll never answer to you. He answers to no one. Not even, I think, to God. (THUNDER RUMBLING) -(SIRENS WAILING) -(HORNS HONKING) (DOOR CLOSES) (KNOCKING ON DOOR) -Hey. -Hey. I was gonna cook. Surprise you. They held hearings about what happened. -They're saying that... -I don't care. I don't care what they're saying. The woman I love could have been blown up or shot. Think of what could have happened. Well, think about what did happen. I didn't kill those men, if that's what they think. If that's what you're saying. No, I'm saying I want to understand what happened. I'm saying thank you for saving my life. I'm saying there's a cost. I just don't know if it's possible. Don't know if what's possible? For you to love me and be you. What are you doing? (LAUGHS) Clark! Clark, you're going to flood the apartment. -Mmm-hmm. -(LAUGHING) (BATS SCREECHING) -(SIRENS WAILING) -(TYRES SCREECHING) (POLICE RADIO CHATTER) DISPATCHER: Reports of screams coming from vacant home at 1939 Harborway. Possible shots fired. (DOOR CREAKING) (WHISPERS) Go. (WOMEN CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY IN OTHER LANGUAGE) OFFICER RUCKA: It's OK. It's OK. (STAMMERS) We're gonna help. We're here to help. We're gonna get you out of here. OK? (ALL WHIMPERING) I don't understand. -(MAN SCREAMS) -(WOMEN GASP) Please don't. Please don't. Please. I don't know who he is. I don't know who he is! No! (GROANING) (CONTINUES GROANING) (GRUNTS) (GROANS) Christ! I saw him. I never saw him before. I... I didn't know. You almost took my face off. How about you don't shoot the good guys, huh? Oh. Oh. Jesus Christ. He branded him. BRUCE: You still working? You're getting slow in your old age, Alfred. It comes to us all, Master Wayne. Even you've got too old to die young. And not for lack of trying. (IN DEEP VOICE) Funnel-ferry butterbar. Funnel-ferry butterbar. Funnel-ferry butterbar. Funnel-ferry... There's nothing wrong with the microphone. It's this new layer of armour. I'll just have to rewire. So, last night was productive? No. He's too low-level. He knew nothing. This is the man who knows things. Anatoli Knyazev. He's Russian. Contracts all over the globe, but he's based out of the port of Gotham. Weapons and human trafficking. ALFRED: So the White Portuguese is a Russian. That's the theory. No. The theory is that the Russian will lead me to the man himself. If he is indeed a 'him'. You don't even know if he exists. Could be a phantasm. One that wants to bring a dirty bomb into Gotham? Ah, high-stakes round. New rules? We're criminals, Alfred. We've always been criminals. Nothing's changed. Oh, yes, it has, sir. Everything's changed. Men fall from the sky. The gods hurl thunderbolts. Innocents die. That's how it starts, sir. The fever. The rage. The feeling of powerlessness. It turns good men... cruel. KENT SHOCKNEK ON TV: Justice turned dark across the harbour, when police found an alleged sex trafficker apparently tortured and branded by the Gotham Bat. The man is the second criminal found bearing the bat brand. The first victim, an accused child predator, later was assaulted in prison and remains in critical care from his injuries. One source tells Metropolis 8 that many believe the mark of the bat brand in prison essentially is a death sentence. In other news, the mayor... John, good D! Ooh. Ah. Ahoy, ahoy! I did not know you were here. -Man on the marquee. -Yeah, don't believe it. My father named the company after himself. He was the Lex in front of the Corp. How you doin'? Oh, really great. Really great? Good. Good. Uh, follow me. You know, Dad was born in East Germany. He grew up eating, uh, stale crackers. And every other Saturday, he had to march in a parade and wave flowers at tyrants. So, I think it was providence that his son, me, would end up with this. One of my Rebuild Metropolis crews found it. Little souvenir from the Kryptonian World Engine. What does a rock have to do with homeland security? Homeland security? Hmm. No, no, no, ma'am, planetary security. EMMET: The fragment is of a radioactive xenomineral. We suspected it might have bio-interactions, so we took the sample to AMRIID, where they keep the remains of the Kryptonian decedent. And, when we exposed General Zod to the mineral, this happened. Profound biodegradation. Decaying Kryptonian cells. We concluded the mineral could be weaponised if a large enough sample was found. And then, among the fishes, a whale. Ah! Lying at the bottom of the Indian Ocean. Emerald City. (BREATHES DEEPLY) Beautiful. Now, Rocky is radioactive, but what he needs from you is an import licence. And why would we want to weaponise this material? As a deterrent. A silver bullet to keep in reserve, to use against the Kryptonians, so the day does not come, madame, when your children are waving daisies at a reviewing stand. Last I looked, the only one of those flying around up here was Superman. Ha-ha, yes. Superman. Yeah, but there are, uh... There are more of them. The metahuman thesis. LEX: Yes, the metahuman thesis. More likely than not, these exceptional beings live among us. The basis of our myths. Gods among men upon our little blue planet here. Now, you don't have to use a silver bullet. But if you forge one... (INHALES) (SOUTHERN ACCENT) Well, then, we don't have to depend upon the kindness of monsters. (INDISTINCT CHATTER) (GRUNTING) Sir, get down. Sir, I said get down! -Now! -(ALL GASPING) Can we get some backup here? Hey! Hey! Don't do it! Hey! Lois! Crime lab, on three. -This is Lane. - Kent. You're Sports today. I want you to follow up on the football. 'Underdog Dreams Dashed: Ten Yards Between Gotham and Glory.' Hey. Are you guys watching this? Emergency responders quickly created a precautionary perimeter around Heroes Park while they brought the man down from this beloved monument. The suspect has been identified as Wallace Vernon Keefe. I work for Bruce Wayne! I work for Bruce Wayne! REPORTER: He'll be arraigned on charges of vandalism, resisting arrest, and the felony charge of making terrorist threats. That carries up to 40 years in prison. PERRY: Poor son of a bitch. REPORTER: Metropolis News 8. -PERRY: Jenny. -Hmm. Headline: 'End of Love Affair with Man in the Sky, 'question mark.' OK. SENATOR BARROWS: There are ways we can help each other. (SIGHS) Would you step into my office here? Yes. What's your wish list? Uh,... access to the wreck of the crashed Kryptonian ship? Done. The complete remains of the dead alien for testing. (LEX SNIFFLES) You want Zod's body? OK. -(DOOR OPENS) -Mmm. It's cherry. Mmm-mmm. -(BOTH GRUNTING) -(CROWD CHEERING) MAN: Let's go. Come on! Let's go! Come on! (CHEERING CONTINUES) (GRUNTING CONTINUES) (CROWD APPLAUDING) (MAN BOOING) (CORK POPS) Thank you. (MAN LAUGHING) The house treats luck like an insult. Good luck for one is always his brother's misfortune. (SPEAKS RUSSIAN) Three nights with a Bolshoi ballerina, that line was all she taught me. Not all, I'm sure. Good evening. CLARK: It's like a one-man reign of terror. This Bat vigilante has been consistently targeting the port and the adjacent projects and tenements. And, as far as I can tell, the cops are actually helping him. 'Crime Wave in Gotham.' Other breaking news: 'Water, Wet.' Did you file the football yet? Why aren't we covering this? -Poor people don't buy papers? -(CHUCKLES) People don't buy papers, period, Kent. Perry, when you assign a story, you're making a choice about who matters. - And who's worth it. - Good morning, Smallville. The American conscience died with Robert, Martin, and John. Sorry. I'm sorry. No match. My guys in the crime lab have never seen one before. It's called a bullet. You shoot people with them. Recovered from the scene of the firefight in the desert. Not sold anywhere commercially in the world, even black market. PERRY: So? So who gave prototype military rounds to Tuareg fighters in the Sahara? The Ask, Lois. Flight to D.C. tonight. Couple of days there. - Go. - Coach. No extra legroom. - Economy plus. - Coach! LEX: Senator. My dad always said that Kentucky mash was the secret to health. (SLURPS) Mmm. This was his room. I left it just the way it was. It's silly. The magical thinking of orphan boys. I'm blocking the import licence for your mineral. (TAPS GLASS) (MOCKING) The redcapes are coming. The redcapes are coming. Hmm... (DRUMS FINGERS ON TABLE) You and your hearings. Galloping through the streets to warn us. One if by land, two if by air. -(DRUMMING STOPS) -Mmm. Do you know the oldest lie in America, Senator? Can I call you June? You can call me whatever you like. Take a bucket of piss and call it Granny's Peach Tea. Mmm-hmm. Take a weapon of assassination and call it deterrence. You won't fool a fly or me. I'm not gonna drink it. You don't think Dad would mind, do you? If I changed just... just one thing in this room? Because that should be upside-down. We know better now, don't we? The devils don't come from Hell beneath us. No. No, they come from the sky. (BLOOD DRIPPING) (BATS SCREECHING) (BREATHING SHAKILY) (WATER RUNS) (FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING) Wrong room, miss. Secretary Swanwick, you haven't been returning my phone calls. Miss Lane, if you'd like an interview, Major Farris is just outside that door. You're treating me like a stranger? I'm treating you like a reporter. All right. Is the US providing experimental military arms to rebels in Africa? You know, with balls like yours, you belong in here. What's your source on this? A tinfoil hat? No, not tin. But it's metal. Fired in the Superman incident. Experts at the Pentagon can't ID it. - We haven't been told the truth. - Here's the truth. A reporter got greedy for a scoop and went where she shouldn't have. Superman acted like some rogue combatant to rescue her, and people died. Don't invent a conspiracy theory to put back his halo. Or yours. -Major. -FARRIS: Sir. Oh. I hope the next generation of Waynes won't inherit an empty wine cellar. likely to be a next generation. Thank you, sir. This is every call made from the Russian's phone. Two mentions of business with the White Portuguese. And it's continually transmitting blacked-out data to the personal residence of Alexander Luthor. You think Lex Luthor is the White Portuguese? (SNIFFS) I can't see that he needs the income from imported arms. Regardless, I'll need to put a leech at his house, and I'm gonna need the suit. The Bat interrogated six people and came away with nothing. It was Bruce Wayne that got the information. Well, Bruce Wayne can't break into Lex Luthor's house. Bruce Wayne won't have to. He's been invited. (REPORTERS CLAMOUR) (CAMERA CLICKING) Who's that? You must be new to the 'let them eat cake' beat. That is Bruce Wayne. LEBLANC: Philanthropist, bibliophile... True friend of the Library of Metropolis. Mr Lex Luthor. -(APPLAUSE) -Me? Ah. OK. Nicky. Uh... You're embarrassing me. Um... Speech, speech. Uh... Blah, blah, blah. Uh... Open bar. (CHUCKLES) The end. -Uh... -(GUESTS LAUGHING) The word 'philanthropist' comes from the Greek, meaning a lover of humanity. Uh, it was coined about 2500 years ago. All right. Where am I going, Alfred? Go past the elevator. Do a left. That's right, must be. It's in the service corridor in the basement. Go down the stairs. LEX: ...Gods and men. Prometheus went with us. And he ruined Zeus' plan to destroy mankind, and for that he was given a thunderbolt. Choo! Hmm, that seems unfair. Um... On a serious note, the Library of Metropolis... Go to the stairs. You saw them on your way in. Down the stairs. LEX: But at one time, Dad could not buy them. No. My father could not afford books growing up. He had to root through the garbage for yesterday's newspaper. All right. You got the kitchens on your right. Do a left. Right in front of you. That's where you want to be. May I help you, Mr Wayne? Uh, I just... I thought the bathroom was down here. I must have... That last martini was two too many, I think. (CHUCKLES) - Men's room is upstairs. - Great. I'm OK. I like those shoes. (DOOR CLOSES) I can't stay down here, Alfred. ALFRED: Go upstairs and socialise. Some young lady from Metropolis will make you honest. (CHUCKLES) In your dreams, Alfred. LEX: Books are knowledge, and knowledge is power, and I am... (LAUGHS) No. Uh, um... No. What am I? I... What was I saying? No. The bittersweet pain among men is having knowledge with no power, because... because that is paradoxical! And, um... (LAUGHS) Thank you for coming. (CLEARS THROAT) (SCATTERED APPLAUSE) Please drink. Drink. (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) Mr Wayne? Mr Wayne? Clark Kent, Daily Planet. Uh, my foundation has already issued a statement in support of books. -Sir? -Um... Wow. Pretty girl. Bad habit. Don't quote me. All right? What's your position on the Bat vigilante in Gotham? Daily Planet. Do I own this one? Or is that the other guy? Civil liberties are being trampled on in your city. Good people are living in fear. Don't believe everything you hear, son. I've seen it, Mr Wayne. He thinks he's above the law. The Daily Planet criticising those who think they're above the law is a little hypocritical, wouldn't you say? Considering every time your hero saves a cat out of a tree, you write a puff piece editorial about an alien who, if he wanted to, could burn the whole place down. There wouldn't be a damn thing we could do to stop him. Most of the world doesn't share your opinion, Mr Wayne. Maybe it's the Gotham City in me. We just have a bad history with freaks dressed like clowns. LEX: Boys! (CLAPS) Um! Bruce Wayne meets Clark Kent. Ha! I love it. I love bringing people together. How are we? -Lex. -Hello. Good. Hi, hello, Lex, it is a pleasure. Ow! Wow! That is a good grip! You should not pick a fight with this person. Huh. So, after all these years, we finally got you over to Metropolis. Well, I thought I'd come drink you dry. Well, you're welcome. You should hop the harbour more often, though. I'd love to show you my labs. Maybe we could partner on something. My R and D is up to all sorts of no good. ALFRED: That's seven minutes. Looks like the transfer's complete. -Mr Luthor. -Yes? -The governor. -Governor. -Excuse me. -Next time. Governor! Hi! GOVERNOR: Lex, it's good to see you. (REPORTER SPEAKING SPANISH ON TV) BRUCE: Excuse me. (ENGINE REVVING) (SIGHS) Oh my Gawd! Hey! 1 WHISPERS: I didn't know we had to get dressed up. WHISPERS: We're not going to bed, Ron. We're going out. (ROLLER DOOR RATTLES) (INTRIGUING MUSIC) (IGNITION CLICKS, CAR WHIRRS) (MAN SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE ON VIDEO) Hit it! (CAR POWERS UP) (EXCLAIMS EXCITEDLY) (WHOOPS) # Lazy days... # (MEN LAUGH) Oh my Gawd! Hey! (SCREAMING) Yes, yes. I don't feel well. BOTH: What?! (TYRES SCREECH) (WOMEN LAUGH) There you go. (BOTH LAUGH) (ENGINE REVS) What have you got under the hood, bro? You wouldn't believe me. (TYRES SCREECH, MEN EXCLAIM, CAR WHIRRS) (BOTH LAUGH) (CLICKING) WHISPERS: See you tomorrow. WHISPERS: It is tomorrow. * We, as a population on this planet, have been looking for a saviour. 90% of people believe in a higher power, and every religion believes in some sort of messianic figure. And when this saviour character actually comes to Earth, we want to make him abide by our rules? We have to understand that this a paradigm shift. We have to start thinking beyond politics. ANDREW SULLIVAN: Are there any moral constraints on this person? We have international law. On this Earth, every act is a political act. CHARLIE ROSE: Is it really surprising that the most powerful man in the world should be a figure of controversy? Uh, to have an individual engaging in these state-level interventions should give us all pause. GLEN WOODBURN: Human beings have a horrible track record of following people with great power down paths that led to huge human atrocities. GANDHI: We have always created icons in our own image. What we've done is we project ourselves on to him. The fact is, maybe he's not some sort of devil or Jesus character. Maybe he's just a guy trying to do the right thing. NEIL deGRASSE TYSON: We're talking about a being whose very existence challenges our own sense of priority in the universe. And you go back to Copernicus, where he restored the Sun in the centre of the known universe, displacing Earth. And you get to Darwinian evolution, and you find out we're not special on this Earth, we're just one among other lifeforms. And now we learn that we're not even special in the entire universe because there is Superman. There he is. An alien among us. We're not alone. CHARLIE ROSE: Are you, as a United States senator, personally comfortable saying to a grieving parent, 'Superman could have saved your child, 'but on principle, we did not want him to act'? I'm not saying he shouldn't act. I'm saying he shouldn't act unilaterally. What are we talking about here, then? Must there be a Superman? There is. GUARD: Keefe. You made bail. Open two. Who paid? Who the hell are you? Just a man. Yeah? Well, what do you want? To help you stand for something. Your 3 o'clock's here. He made me half a man. Let me face him. So. I logged into your Dropbox to find copy. There's copy all right. But nothing about football. Nothing about, uh, Friends of the Metropolis Library, just the goddamn Gotham Bat thing I told you not to pursue. If the police won't help, the press has to do the right thing. You don't get to decide what the right thing is. When the Planet was founded, it stood for something, Perry. And so could you if it was 1938, but it's not 1938. WPA ain't hiring no more. Apples don't cost a nickel. Not in here, not out there. You drop this thing! Nobody cares about Clark Kent taking on the Batman. JAMES HARMON: It's the Sword of Alexander. It's the blade that cut the Gordian knot. It's a triumph. DIANA: Yes. JAMES: Enjoy. DIANA: Thank you. It's a fake. The real one was sold in '98 on the black market. And now it hangs... Over the bed of the Sultan of Hajar. Excuse me. Excuse me, miss. The other night you took something that doesn't belong to you. Stealing's not polite. Is it stealing if you steal from another thief? Who are you? Someone interested in the same man you are. Is that right? I believe Mr Luthor has a photograph that belongs to me. Did you get it? As it happens, no, I didn't. The data you copied has military-grade encryption. You know, I bet with that dress, 9 out of 10 men would let you get away with anything. But you're the 10th? I'm guessing I'm the first to see through that babe-in-the-woods act. You don't know me, but I've known a few women like you. Oh, I don't think you've ever known a woman like me. You know, it's true what they say about little boys. Born with no natural inclination to share. I didn't steal your drive. I borrowed it. You'll find it in the glove compartment of your car. Mr Wayne. (BEEPING) (TYPING) Did you get it? The rock? Yeah, we got it. (GUN COCKS) I'm sorry. (GRUNTS) Get down! Get down now! No! (ALL GRUNTING) (GROANING) (GRUNTING CONTINUES) (GROANING) (GROANS) (GASPS) (RUMBLING) (GASPS) (BREATHING HEAVILY) (GRUNTS) She was my world. And you took her from me. (SCREAMS) -(GASPS) -THE FLASH: Bruce! Bruce! Listen to me now! It's Lois! It's Lois Lane! She's the key! Am I too soon? (GROANS) I'm too soon! You're right about him! You've always been right about him! Fear him! Fear him! Find us, Bruce! You have to find us! (GASPS) BRUCE: The White Portuguese is not a man. It's a ship. Master Wayne, since the age of 7, you have been to the art of deception as Mozart to the harpsichord. But you've never been too hot at lying to me. The White Portuguese isn't carrying a dirty bomb. What is it carrying? It's a weapon. It's a rock. A mineral capable of weakening Kryptonian cells. The first sample big enough to mean something turned up in the Indian Ocean three months ago. It is now aboard the White Portuguese, being delivered to Lex Luthor, who I am going to steal it from. To keep it out of Luthor's hands. To destroy it. No. You're gonna go to war? That son of a bitch brought the war to us two years ago. Jesus, Alfred. Count the dead. Thousands of people. What's next? Millions? He has the power to wipe out the entire human race, and if we believe there's even a 1% chance that he is our enemy, we have to take it as an absolute certainty, and we have to destroy him. But he is not our enemy. Not today. 20 years in Gotham, Alfred. We've seen what promises are worth. How many good guys are left? How many stayed that way? PERRY: Kent, I want to talk to you. Kent! Where does he go? Where does he go, Jenny? I don't... I don't know. Clicks his heels three times, goes back to Kansas, I suppose. Son of a... (THUNDER RUMBLING) I don't have a halo over me, Mr Secretary. I went into the desert, people died. It keeps me awake. It should. If you think that Superman is a murderer, then throw it away. But I don't believe you think that. (SHIP HORN BLOWING) (DRAMATIC MUSIC) Move out! (TYRES SCREECH) Go, go, go, go! (BREATHING HEAVILY) No! (ENGINES ROAR) (GRUNTS) (TRAIN HORN BLARING) (GUNFIRE) (YELLS) (TYRES SCREECHING) (GUNFIRE CONTINUES) (BEEPING) (HORN BLARING) Where is he? (ENGINE ROARS) (BEEPING) (TYRES SCREECHING) (DRAMATIC MUSIC) (THUD!) (BOOM!) -(CAR ALARM BLARING) -(BATMAN BREATHES HEAVILY) (FOOTSTEPS THUD) (CAR ALARM STOPS) Next time they shine your light in the sky, don't go to it. The Bat is dead. Bury it. Consider this mercy. BATMAN: Tell me. Do you bleed? (WHOOSH!) You will. (ENGINE REVVING) (REVERSE SIGNAL BEEPING) FINCH: How do we determine what's good? In a democracy, good is a conversation, -not a unilateral decision. -(CAMERAS CLICKING) So I urge Superman to come to this Hill of the People tomorrow to see those who have suffered. The world needs to know what happened in that desert, and to know what he stands for. How far will he take his power? Does he act by our will or by his own? MARTHA: People hate what they don't understand. But they see what you do, and they know who you are. You're not a killer, a threat. I never wanted this world to have you. (SIGHS) Be their hero, Clark. Be their monument. Be their angel. Be anything they need you to be. Or be none of it. You don't owe this world a thing. You never did. C.I. thinks the desert was a setup. Somebody wanted Superman to look guilty. (SIGHS) The bullet? The metal was developed by a private company. What company? LexCorp. Lex Luthor? He also had private security contractors at the desert compound. Go on record. Not a chance. It's classified. I happen to like my job. It doesn't make sense. You said that the ambush was arranged to frame Superman, but how could they know that he'd show up in the... (SONIC BOOM) ...in the middle of the desert? Thank you. -(INDISTINCT CHATTER) -(BEEPING) The Senate hearing is expected to get under way any minute now. And of course the big unknown in all of this is will Superman show up? That is what they're really waiting to see. Mr Keefe. Mr Keefe. Soledad O'Brien, 'In the Moment.' Quick question for you. You're heading in to meet with the senators. What will you tell them? I've come here to tell them to wake up. This is flesh and blood. He has delivered a war here. And this... This is what war looks like. I have nothing. SOLEDAD: There are plenty of people, sir, who would say he's their hero. He is not a hero. Grace, can you get Greg up here, please? Right now. LEX: Senator! Hi, you. Don't go anywhere. I want to talk to you. Uh, you know what? Mercy, you go in and make sure no one takes my seat. So, what you been up to? I'm just here to tell my story. That I was willing to finance a Kryptonian deterrent, but a certain junior senator from Kentucky decided to block it. Yes, the chair of the committee on Superman is soft on security. Greg, why hasn't he been getting our cheques? He is, Mr Wayne. He gets a cheque from the Victims Fund every month. He returns them. DANA BASH: ...who lost both his legs in those horrific events in Metropolis that happened two years ago. Jesus. Why haven't I seen this? GREG: I'm sorry. I'll get to the bottom of it. BASH: And there he is. Superman is here. He is actually at the United States Capitol. This is really an historic moment. Now, we expect that Superman will give some kind of a statement to the Senate, to the American people, and, of course, to the world. He's here. He came. -He's above the Capitol. -Ah. You are gonna be on the hot seat in there, Junebug. I grew up on a farm. I know how to wrestle a pig. Do you know the oldest lie in America, Senator? It's that power can be innocent. Good luck. -Oh, miss... -(PEOPLE CLAMOUR) Rudy, she's good to go. (PEOPLE CHEERING) -Get out! Get out! -Superman! Superman! Another one came this morning, Mr Wayne. -(PEOPLE MURMURING) -(DOOR OPENS) Let me say at the outset that I'm grateful to our witness for coming before us today. This is how a democracy works. We talk to each other. We act by the consent of the governed, sir. I have sat here before to say that shadow interventions will not be tolerated by this committee. Neither will lies. Because today is a day for truth. Because only by speaking... only by working together can we... (STAMMERS) can we... can we create a free, and a... (EXPLOSION ECHOES) (SCREAMING) (GASPS) REPORTER: Oh my God! (GASPS) (HORSE NEIGHS) (PEOPLE CONTINUE SCREAMING) (WOMAN SOBS) (PAPER RUSTLING) (CHILD SCREAMS) (SIRENS WAILING) (THUNDER RUMBLING) REPORTER ON TV: Capitol police are confirming to CNN that the suspected bomber is Wallace Vernon Keefe. Now these sources... Clark, it's me again. Can you... ...could have gotten the explosive device into the hearing by concealing them inside his wheelchair. As for Superman, he was in the room, but obviously failed to stop him. I didn't see it, Lo. I was standing right there and I didn't see it. Clark, there are people behind this. I'm afraid I didn't see it because I wasn't looking. All this time, I've been living my life the way my father saw it. Righting wrongs for a ghost. Thinking I'm here to do good. Superman was never real. Just the dream of a farmer from Kansas. That farmer's dream is all some people have. It's all that gives them hope. This means something. It did on my world. My world doesn't exist any more. (SONIC BOOM) (DISTORTED VOICES) KRYPTONIAN SHIP VOICE: Welcome. Analysis reveals ship operating at 37% efficiency. Would you like to assume command? Yes, I would. Yes, I would. (CLEARS THROAT) Very well. Let's begin. The Kryptonian archive contains knowledge from 100,000 different worlds. Good. Teach me. (GRUNTING) (GRUNTING) (LASER BUZZES) (CONTINUES GRUNTING) (YELLS) (BRUCE CONTINUES GRUNTING) (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) (COMPUTER BLEEPS) (DRAMATIC MUSIC) KRYPTONIAN SHIP VOICE: Alexander Luthor, your security override has been accepted. Genesis Chamber ready to analyse genetic sample. Acknowledging presence of genetic material. Analysing. I've identified the host as General Zod of Kandor. (KNIFE CLANGS) (GRUNTS) (BLOOD DRIPPING) Acknowledging presence of foreign genetic material. Analysing. You flew too close to the sun. Now look at you. Advising. Action forbidden. It has been decreed by the Council of Krypton that none will ever again give life to a deformity so hateful to sight and memory. The desecration without name. And where is the Council of Krypton? Destroyed, sir. Then proceed. Very well. Preparing chrysalis and commencing metamorphosis. 'And so we are left to wonder if Superman was aware of the threat and did nothing, 'was he then complicit in the Capitol tragedy?' Still no Kent? 'His disappearance raises questions.' No. 'How could he simply have disappeared at a time when we, as a nation, 'need him more than ever?' (CHANTING) Burn him! Burn him! Burn him! Burn him! * Something, isn't it? We men of Kansas live on a pancake, so we come to the mountains. All downhill from here, down to the floodplain. Farm at the bottom of the world. I remember one season the water came bad. I couldn't have been 12. Dad had out the shovels and we went at it all night. (CHUCKLES) We worked till I think I fainted. But we managed to stop the water. We saved the farm. Your grandma baked me a cake, said I was a hero. Later that day we found out we blocked the water, all right; we sent it upstream. The whole Lang farm washed away. While I ate my hero cake, their horses were drowning. I used to hear them wailing in my sleep. Did the nightmares ever stop? Yeah. When I met your mother. She gave me faith that there's good in this world. She was my world. I miss you, Son. I miss you too, Dad. You know you can't win this. It's suicide. I'm older now than my father ever was. This may be the only thing I do that matters. 20 years of fighting criminals amounts to nothing? Criminals are like weeds, Alfred. Pull one up, another grows in its place. This is about the future of the world. This is my legacy. My father sat me down right here, told me what Wayne Manor was built on. Railroads, real estate and oil. The first generation made their fortune trading with the French. Pelts and skins. They were hunters. NANCY GRACE: We gotta wait for more evidence, but the question still remains, where is he? If Superman was not involved, if he's got nothing to hide, then why hasn't he been seen since the day of this tragedy? (BOTTLES CLINK) (SIGHS) (ENGINE STARTS) (ENGINE REVS) -(GASPS) -(TYRES SCREECH) (SCREAMS) (THUNDER RUMBLING) (GRUNTS) (RUMBLING) (DRAMATIC MUSIC) The knight is here. (LIGHT MUSIC PLAYS) Excuse me. Don't I know`? (DRAMATIC MUSIC) Plain Lo in the morning. Lola in slacks. (SIGHS) Lois Lane. (SNIFFS) Mmm. Come see the view. Mm! (SNIFFS) Mmm-mmm. Now, the secret to the height is the building material. It's light metals which sway a bit in the wind. Hmm. And you know something about LexCorp metals, don't you, Miss Lane? I've proven what you've done. Wow, you're feisty. Unfortunately, that will blow away, like sand in the desert. You're psychotic. That is a three-syllable word for any thought too big for little minds. Hmm. Next category ` circles. Round and round and round they go to find Superman. (GRUNTS) Wrong category, boy. No, no, triangles. Yes, Euclid's triangle inequality. The shortest distance between any two points is a straight path. And I believe the straightest path to Superman is a pretty little road... (SNIFFS) Mmm. ...called Lois Lane. (GASPS) (SCREAMING) (GASPING) You came back. You came back. (SONIC BOOM) Boy, do we have problems up here! (CLEARS THROAT) (TICKING) (STAMMERS) The problem of... of evil in the world. Uh, the problem of absolute virtue. I'll take you in without breaking you, which is more than you deserve. The problem of you on top of everything else. You above all. Ah, because that's what God is. Horus. Apollo. Jehovah. Kal-El. Clark Joseph Kent. See, what we call God depends upon our tribe, Clark-Joe. Because God is tribal. God takes sides. No man in the sky intervened when I was a boy to deliver me from Daddy's fists and abominations. Mmm-mmm. I figured out way back, if God is all-powerful, he cannot be all-good. And if he is all-good, then he cannot be all-powerful. And neither can you be. They need to see the fraud you are. With their eyes. The blood on your hands. What have you done? Hmm. And tonight, they will. Yes. Because you, my friend, have a date. Hmm. Across the bay. Ripe fruit, his hate. Two years growing. But it did not take much to push him over, actually. Little red notes, big bang. You let your family die! And now you will fly to him. And you will battle him. To the death. Black and blue. Fight Night! The greatest gladiator match in the history of the world. -God versus man. -(THUNDER RUMBLES) Day versus night. Son of Krypton versus Bat of Gotham. You think I'll fight him for you? Hmm, yes, I do. I think you will fight-fight-fight for that special lady in your life. She's safe on the ground. How about you? Close, but I am not talking about Lois. No. Every boy's special lady is his mother. (DRAMATIC MUSIC) (GASPS) Martha, Martha, Martha. Hmm. Why, the mother of a flying demon must be a witch. The punishment for witches, what is that? That's right. Death by fire. Mmm. (CHUCKLES) (BREATHING HEAVILY) Where is she? I don't know! I would not let them tell me! Uh-uh-uh! If you kill me, Martha dies. And if you fly away, mmm, Martha also dies. But if you kill the Bat... Martha lives. There we go. There we go. Hmm. And now God bends to my will. (HELICOPTER APPROACHING) Ooh, now the cameras are waiting at your ship, for the world to see the holes in the holy. Yes, the Almighty comes clean about how dirty he is when it counts. To save Martha, bring me the head of the Bat. Ah. Mother of God, would you look at the time? When you came here, you had an hour. Now it's less. (DRAMATIC MUSIC) (TICKING) ANDERSON COOPER: Brooke Baldwin is on the scene. Brooke, you're live on the air. What are you seeing? There's something happening at the ship. It's sending massive power surges. ERIKA ERICKSON: Police helicopters surrounding the area. They've created a barricade around this containment centre. And we're trying to get a little bit closer here to find out what's going on. It is absolute chaos. You can see that lightning, those surges of electricity. They seem to be getting stronger by the minute. Daily Planet. Lois. I have to go to Gotham to convince him to help me. Who? Or he has to die. Clark. No one stays good in this world. (DRAMATIC MUSIC) (COMPUTER BEEPS) * (DRAMATIC MUSIC) 2400 hours and 2 minutes. Subject declining rapidly. All procedural interventions have failed. Outcome... will be death. (SWITCHES TAPE RECORDER OFF) (YELLS) Dr Silas Stone suspending all clinical protocol. US Gov, object 6-19-82 is successfully activated. (WHIMPERING) (SCREAMING) (THUNDER RUMBLING) LOIS: I need a chopper to Gotham. Call the heliport. Chopper? We can barely afford a bicycle. You wanna chase a story? Go to the ship. Superman's probably there already. Perry, it's not for a story. Jenny, get her a chopper to Gotham. And forget the heliport. Put it on the goddamn roof. On the roof, Lois! Where are we headed? There! (THUNDER RUMBLING) (SIRENS WAILING) Well, here I am. Bruce. Please. I was wrong. You have to listen to me. Lex wants us to... (HIGH-PITCHED RINGING) (GROANING) You don't understand. There's no time! I understand. (GROANING) (GRUNTS) (GRUNTS) (PANTING) (GROANS) (PANTING) (GROANS) Stay down! If I wanted it, you'd be dead already. (METAL CLANGS) (GRUNTS) (WHIRRS) (CHOKING) (GROANS) Breathe it in. That's fear. You're not brave. (GRUNTS) Men are brave. (BOTH GRUNTING) (GROANS) (GASPS) (GROANS) (GRUNTS) (GROANS) (CHOKES) (GRUNTING) (GROANING) (BOTH GRUNTING) (THUD! CLANG!) (GROANING) (YELLS) (GROANING) (YELLS) (GROANING) (CHOKING) (GROANING) (GRUNTING) (GROANS) I bet your parents taught you that you mean something. That you're here for a reason. My parents taught me a different lesson, -(GRUNTING) -...dying in the gutter for no reason at all. (GROANS) (SCREAMS) (YELLS) (CONTINUES GROANING) They taught me the world only makes sense if you force it to. (HELICOPTER APPROACHING) (GRUNTS) (GROANS) You were never a god. You were never even a man. (STRAINING) You're letting him kill... Martha. (CHOKING) What does that mean? Why did you say that name? GROANS: Find... him! Save... Martha. THOMAS: Martha. (PEARLS CLATTERING) (SCREAMING INAUDIBLY) Martha. Why did you say that name? Martha! Why did you say that name? Clark! Stop! Please! Stop! Why did you say that name? It's his mother's name! It's his mother's name. (PANTING) (GRUNTS) We're not getting any answers. We're still right outside the containment centre. A dangerous situation. Military and police personnel surrounding the area. (MARTHA PANTING) (FLAME WHOOSHES) CLARK: Luthor. He wanted your life for hers. She's losing time. The scout ship seems to be drawing power from the city. It's gotta be Lex. They need you at that ship. I'll find her. -My mother needs me. -Wait. I'll make you a promise. Martha won't die tonight. ALFRED: Master Wayne. Alfred. Uh, I'm sorry for listening in, but I've tracked the Russian's phone to a warehouse near the port. You're locked on to it. KNYAZEV: I'm afraid this is goodbye. And every time we say goodbye, you die a little. (BAT PLANE APPROACHING) - Take it down - Go! Go! You have to take it, Alfred. Ah, right. Commencing drone mode. Thermal imaging is showing me two dozen hostiles on the third floor. Why don't I drop you off on the second? (DOOR SLAMS) (BREATHING HEAVILY) (PANICKED SHOUTING) -(BEEPING) -(GASPS) (GROANING) (YELLS) (GROANS) (SCREAMING) (GROANING) (GROANING) (GASPS) (SCREAMS) -(MAN YELLING) -(GUN FIRING) (SCREAMS) (ALL GRUNTING) (SCREAMS) (GRUNTING) (GROANS) (SCREAMS) (GROANING) Drop it. I said drop it! I'll kill her. Believe me, I'll do it! I believe you. (SIGHS) It's OK. I'm a friend of your son's. (PANTING) I figured. The cape. Look at those big, brown eyes. This is the time he won 'Baby of the Month' competition for the local Courier newspaper. 'Course, we weren't in very much doubt about it, cos he's so photogenic, eh? (CHUCKLES) I used to dread these afternoons. Now I positively cherish them. Play music. (JAUNTY CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS) Buckle up, Margaret. This is the future of bragging. # Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh. # * (TICKING) -(DINGS) -(SONIC BOOM) (GASPS) 'Late, late,' says the White Rabbit. KRYPTONIAN SHIP VOICE: 30 seconds to animation. Right, wabbit? Hmm. Out of tricks, out of time. And one Bat head short. KRYPTONIAN SHIP VOICE: 20 seconds to animation. -(PHONE RINGS) -Ah. That'll be the cook. Excuse me. Uh, Gotham Roast. Well done. Hello. Break the bad news. BATMAN: I'd rather do the breaking in person. KRYPTONIAN SHIP VOICE: 10 seconds to animation. You've lost. Nine, eight, seven... I cannot let you win. I gave the Bat a fighting chance to do it, but he was not strong enough. So, if man won't kill God... KRYPTONIAN SHIP VOICE: ...two, one. - ...the devil will do it! - (MACHINE WHIRRING) (ELECTRICITY CRACKLING) -(GASPS) -(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING) JENNY: Perry! PERRY: All right. Stay calm, everybody! We're getting reports there are total blackouts in the north and to the northwest of the city. Federal authorities are trying to determine if this is part of a larger terrorist attack. Ancient Kryptonian deformity. Hmm. Blood of my blood. (GROWLING) Born to destroy you. Your Doomsday. (GROWLING CONTINUES) (ROARS) Now God is good as dead. (ROARING) Oh! (GROWLS) (GRUNTING) (BREATHING HEAVILY) (ELECTRICITY CRACKLING) (CLARK GROANING) (PANTING) (GROWLING) (HELICOPTER APPROACHING) (GRUNTING) (SNARLING) (GROANING) (CLARK GRUNTING) (HELICOPTER APPROACHING) (GROWLS) POTUS joining. SWANWICK: Mr President. PRESIDENT: What the hell is it, Calvin? COOPER: These are live images from the top of the LexCorp tower in downtown Metropolis. Military aircraft are on the scene. This thing emerged from the Kryptonian crash site just moments ago. Thankfully the work day is over in the downtown core. It's nearly empty. Now, military aircraft ` those are Apache helicopters ` they have now just arrived. The images that... (DOOMSDAY ROARING) We've, uh... We just lost connection with Metropolis 8 News. Now, it's not clear what just happened. What's happening there, Alfred? (EXHALES) How best to describe it? ANNOUNCER: Metropolis airspace has been closed briefly. FLIGHT ATTENDANT: Excuse me? Excuse me? Miss Prince? (DOOMSDAY ROARING) (GRUNTING) Sir. Look, they've cleared the city. Looks like he's taking it into space. We can go straight to Key Red, Mr President. Not yet. Are you crazy? They're high enough that we can nuke 'em with no casualties, sir. One casualty, Mr President ` Superman. (PRESIDENT SIGHS) PRESIDENT: God have mercy on us all. (SIGHS IN RELIEF) (ALARM BLARING) -Key is hot. -Key is hot. Red birds are armed to deploy, sir. PRESIDENT: Fire at will. Three, two, one... (DOOMSDAY GRUNTS) (DOOMSDAY ROARING) Oh God. Projectile 1. Impact. Stryker's Island, east of Metropolis. That's uninhabited. Projectile 2... No apparent re-entry. PRESIDENT: Projectile 2? Superman, Mr President. Projectile 2 was... Superman. Sir? It's moving. (DOOMSDAY GROWLS) (ELECTRICITY CRACKLING) (DOOMSDAY ROARING) The shockwaves are getting stronger. Every time we hit it, we make it more powerful. We can't attack. PRESIDENT: What are you saying, Calvin? I'm saying it's unkillable. * -(SIGHS) -(BEEPING) (RAPID BEEPING) (GROWLS) (GRUNTS) Master Wayne, are you receiving me? Alfred. It's Kryptonian. Only Kryptonite weapons can kill it. They might, if you had any left. I got one round left. The spear. Alfred, the spear. It's pure Kryptonite. It's back in Gotham. If I can penetrate the skin, the spear will kill it. - It would in theory. - I've gotta get it to chase me back to the city. -Back to the Kryptonite. -(ENGINE ROARS) (GRUNTING) (DOOMSDAY GROWLING) (DRAMATIC MUSIC) (GROANING) (PANTING) (DOOMSDAY ROARING) Oh, shit. (GRUNTS) (PANTING) (DRAMATIC MUSIC) (PANTING) (YELLS) (BREATHING HEAVILY) (GROANS) Why did you bring him back to the city? The port is abandoned. And there's a weapon here that can kill it. Did you find the spear? I've been a little busy. This thing, this creature, seems to feed on energy. SUPERMAN: This thing is from another world. My world. I've killed things from other worlds before. Is she with you? I thought she was with you. (DOOMSDAY ROARING) (ELECTRICITY CRACKLING) (SIRENS WAILING) (GASPS) (DRAMATIC MUSIC) (GROWLS) (YELLS) (GRUNTS) (GRUNTS) (DOOMSDAY ROARING) (DIANA GRUNTING) (CLARK GRUNTING) (GROANING) (YELLS) (MUFFLED SCREAMS) (DOOMSDAY GROWLING) (YELLING) (DISTANT BANGING) (MUFFLED SCREAMS) (COUGHING) (PANTING) (DOOMSDAY GROWLING) (GRUNTS) (GROANS) (GROWLS) Clark! Clark! (WHIMPERING) Clark! (GRUNTS) (COUGHS) Clark! Clark! Are you all right? (DIANA GRUNTING) (CHUCKLES) (YELLS) (GRUNTS) (ELECTRICITY CRACKLING) (YELLS) (DOOMSDAY ROARING) (BOTH PANTING) I love you. No. No, Clark, you can't. This is my world. No, Clark, don't. You are my world. No. Please. Clark! (DOOMSDAY GROWLING) (GRUNTING) (YELLING) (PANTING) (SCREAMS) (GROANS LOUDLY) (GROANING) (DOOMSDAY ROARING) (GRUNTING) (GROANING) (CLARK YELLING) (ELECTRIC CLIPPERS BUZZ) (SNIFFLES) (KNOCK AT DOOR) Hi. Clark had this sent here, so he could surprise you. (BAGPIPES PLAY 'AMAZING GRACE') (JET ENGINES ROAR) (GUNS BOOM) All those circuses back east burying an empty box. They don't know how to honour him, except as a soldier. I've failed him... in life. I won't fail him in death. Help me find the others like you. Perhaps they don't want to be found. They will. And they'll fight. We have to stand together. (SIGHS) A hundred years ago, I walked away from mankind. From a century of horrors. Men made a world where standing together is impossible. Men are still good. BRUCE: We fight. We kill. We betray one another. But we can rebuild. We can do better. We will. We have to. The others like me. Why did you say they'll have to fight? Just a feeling. (CELL DOOR OPENS) and face the wall. Place your forehead against the wall. Put your hands behind your back, so that I can come in and restrain you. Whatever you do, wherever you go, I'll be watching you. But the bell's already been rung. And they've heard it. Out in the dark, among the stars. Hmm. Ding dong, the god is dead. (GRUNTS) (DOOR BUZZING) But a bell cannot be unrung! He's hungry. He's found us. And he's coming! Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding. Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding. Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding. Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding. Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding. Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding.