as retold by Maniac and PhantomChic
KK: We come back from commercial to a title card reading “12 Hours Earlier.”
MR: I knew it!
AoT: Yes, dear.
MR: Come on, don’t treat me like I’m stupid. I’m not Clark.
TW: Hey! Clark is not dumb.
AoT: Yes, dear.
KK: Fade in on a stock shot of the Capital building then up on Martha’s office.
AoT: See, this is how every episode should start.
JG: Martha and Lionel are embroiled in a passionate…
TW: Ew! No!
JG: …argument. Get your mind out of the gutter.
TW: Like you wouldn’t go there.
JG: Not in this scene. Lionel and Martha are discussing the merits and pitfalls of the Mutant Rights Bill.
KK: “Lionel, the reason I am in this office is to help my constituents. This bill will help prevent innocent victims of kryptonite exposure from being turned into lab rats.”
JG: “And what about the not-so-innocent mutants who will be given a platform to speak out?”
KK: “Those who have misused their abilities will be kept safely locked up, just as they are now. But the fact that they have misused these powers does not mean they deserve to be experimented on.”
JG: “Martha, be reasonable. Think about what this could mean for Clark.”
KK: “Clark has nothing to do with this. He knows how to hide his powers.”
MR: Yeah, he’s deeply closeted.
AoT: Shut up, Michael. This is my scene.
JG: Lionel points out all the mutants who have seen Clark’s powers. “How many of your son’s former classmates are sitting in Belle Reve right now ready to tell the first reporter who waves money in front of them how Senator Kent’s son threw them 30 feet through a wall.”
TW: Clark does not throw people thru walls!
KK: What show have you been watching?
TW: You don’t even watch the show.
KK: No, but the recaps online talk about all the wall-throwing Clark does.
AoT: Can we get back to my scene?
KK: Right. Before Martha can compose her counterargument, Lionel’s phone rings. He checks the caller ID and then excuses himself to answer it.
JG: Kissing her hand as he goes and promising to pick up where they left off shortly.
KK: Cut to the Daily Planet. Lois is sitting in front of Kahn’s desk. We come in mid-ass-chewing.
JG: “How galactically stupid are you that you actually thought that I would allow this piece of drivel to be published in the Daily Planet? It’s disjointed, underwritten, riddled with inaccuracies, and the lead is buried so deep it might as well be in Chinese. Have you ever heard of fact-checking? Or, for that matter, spell check?”
KK: “I didn’t…”
JG: “Did you even bother securing a secondary source for any of your information? Or did you pull all of your so-called scoop off of wikipedia?”
ED: This sucks!
MR: This is hilarious!
JG: “I’m beginning to wonder who really wrote your previous article. Based on this piece, I wouldn’t believe that you have the slightest sliver of journalistic ability. I’ve seen more hard-hitting pieces in a Junior High School newsletter. This piece isn’t fit for a supermarket rag. If you want to keep this job, you’ll fix this. And if you ever try to turn in something of this level again, you’ll be out the door before the paper settles in my in-box.”
ED: Come on, Kristen, can’t you give me something?
KK: Sorry, Erica, this is John’s scene.
AM: Maybe Kahn will regret not hiring Chloe now.
KK: Ha! Kahn stops Lois just as she reaches the door. “And Miss Lane, we have a professional dress code here. That blouse is better suited for your cousin’s inappropriate sexual antics.”
[AM slumps back in her seat]
Continued...
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