7.22 Eclipse by MR & TW (Part VI)

MR: As the explosions cease Chloe's force bubble eventually fades too. She and Clark are surrounded by nothing but rubble and swirling dust.
ED: You killed Lois? What about those DC restrictions?
MR: Sadly still in place. There were other Chlones in the city protecting the... citizenry.
TW: A faint hint of triumphant music as Chloe and Clark smile at each other, just happy they're both alive.
MR: We hear the music swell as horns begin the ubiquitous chords of the Superman theme. Chloe and Clark draw closer for a kiss.
AM: Really? To the Superman theme?
KK: God, I think I'm going to barf.
TW: Actually Clark is in no shape to draw closer. It's all Chloe.
AM: I think I hate you Tom.
TW: And as she kisses him they're both enveloped in a warm glow as Chloe's meteor powers magically heal Clark's wounds .
AM: Aww. I think I love you Tom. As long as Clark starts kissing her back that is.
ED: Wait, is Lois watching this?
MR: Eh? Maybe?
TW: Nope. Remember there's dust from the debris everywhere. You can't see more than five feet.
AM: So this is, like, even better than the Vessel kiss!
MR: Wait for it...
KK: Wait for what?
TW: Just as Clark recovers and seems to be kissing Chloe back...
MR: There's a ground shaking boom. Then another, and another.
TW: Chloe and Clark break off their kiss and give each other "oh shit" looks.
MR: Suddenly Darkseid's arm emerges from the dust and bitch-slaps Clark right into an over turned troop carrier.
MR: And Before Chloe has a chance to react he's emerged out of the dust completely to picks Chloe up by her neck and snap it.
AoT: Ow.
MR: To the sickening Craaack of fresh celery being snapped!
AM: Ow!
MR: Or carrots. Whichever they can get to sound the grossest.
AM: Tom I think I hate you again.
TW: We're going to throw in a few quick reactions shots. Crying Lois being held by Bittleman. Martha is shocked, then horrified. Lex is shocked. Finally to Clark, devastated - just staring and tears welling up in his eyes.
KK: I thought nobody could see this. You know, dust and debris everywhere?
MR: Yeah, well they saw the neck snapping. The dust started to settle during their make out session.
AoT: Martha sees it? So the FOS has cable now?
TW: Do you want to do a reaction shot or not?!?!
AoT: OK, forget I asked.
MR: Darkseid holds Chloe's body up by her hair and laughs just to mock Clark.
TW: As Darkseid laughs we'll show a couple signs Chloe's neck is starting to heal back.
AM: So she's not dead! Yay!
MR: Well, not yet. Before she's back to her original annoying shelf Darkseid fires his Omega Effect at Clark - which reverses at the last second and hits Chloe.
AM: Wait. It reverses?
KK: It can do that. It's in the comics. Canon.
AM: Fuck canon!
MR: Chloe gasps and writhes for a split second as she disintegrates.
KK: Oh, tough break, Allison.
AM: Shut up.
MR: Darkseid is left holding just a clump of Chloe's hair, which he drops.
AM: Come on, Michael, have you no respect for the dead?
KK: The guy who came up with the Lana sex-bot?
AM: Right. Forget I even asked.
TW: The big D gets his last Big Evil Speech in. "After..."
MR: No, this is so totally mine, dude.
TW: Fine.
MR: "After I have conquered this world, Kal-El, I shall place my thrown here. On the ashes of your female. So that every time I sit upon it, I will think of you at this moment. The moment you realized the true cost of your hubris. The moment you finally understood the futility of struggling against the will of Darkseid. The moment you were able to grasp how completely you had failed her, and all of her kind. I will think of you at this moment, Kal-El. And I will laugh."
TW: And of course this is when he starts to laugh.
AoT: There's a lot of Darkseid laughing in this episode.
MR: There's a lot from him to be happy about. Plus that's pretty much expected of two dimensional super villains. You want us to make D some sympathetic bloke fighting against his dark nature?
JG: No. That would make me sick. Embrace the darkness!
KK: And so naturally it's his own hubris which leads to his downfall as Clark kicks his ass. Irony, thy name is Smallville.
TW: Well give us a second, Kristin. A few reaction cuts of Clark staring at the spot where Chloe disappeared, Lois still crying in Bittleman's arms.
ED: Am I going to be doing anything other than crying the rest of the episode?
MR: No.
ED: Dammit!
AM: At least you weren't disintegrated.
ED: True.
TW: Over all these cuts we continue to hear Darkseid's mocking laughter until we finally cut back to Clark. He slowly shifts his gaze to Darkseid. His expression changes from pain and grief to pure unadulterated rage.
MR: Darkseid smirks at Clark's newfound determination. "The last son of Krypton dies today."
TW: Clark slowly comes to a crouching position, "I will end you." He pushes off the ground and flies at Darkseid. Darkseid winds up to punch Clark. Transition into slow mo just as D's fist impact's Clark's face with a deep thud. And cut to black.
AoT: That's it?
TW: Well, no, not really.
JG: Good. What else is there?
MR: The cue card, "To be continued."
ED: That's a suck ass ending.
MR: It's called a cliff hanger.
ED: And hanging off a cliff pretty much sucks ass. So Clark defeats him in next year's premier, right?
MR: No. Darkseid kicks Clark's ass and kills him.
ED: But then... what's the show going to be about? Lois and Bittleman?
KK: No. Without Clark around Darkseid takes over the planet and kills everyone.
ED: That sounds like a sucky show.
TW: Of course Clark defeats Darkseid. It's Smallville. Jeez.
ED: Right. What was I thinking? Hah!
AM: What about Chloe?
AoT: I guess she's in a better place now.
KK: With Lana.
AoT: I said a better place.
TW: Hush, Annette.
KK: Are you kidding? Even hell is better than here.
AM: Is she really dead? Am I really free of this nightmare?!?!
TW: Not my problem. That's for next year's writers to decide.
AM: So Chloe might come back after all?
ED: How's that possible?
MR: Oh, it's possible.
ED: From disintegration?
MR: The physics may be a little fuzzy, but trust me, it's doable.
KK: Doable how?
MR: As long as there's no body to bury the character isn't officially dead. It's a long standing rule of television.
TW: There's no body period, Michael.
MR: Hey, I don't make the rules. I just follow them.
KK: You should have had them cut off your head. Then disintegrate you.
MR: Still no body.
KK: Whatever.
TW: OK. We're done here. You and Michael can argue the no body no death rule on your own time. Let's get out of here!
[Al & Miles burst through the door.]
AG: Hold that thought, Tom.
MR: Oh, god. This can't be good.