Superman II: The Richard Donner Cut

Man: I ask you now to pronounce judgment...

On those accused.

On this...

This mindless aberration, whose only means of expression...

Are wanton violence and destruction.

On the woman, ursa...

Whose perversions and unreasoning hatred of all mankind...

Have threatened even the children of the planet Krypton.

Man: Finally, general Zod.

Chief architect of this intended revolution...

And author of this insidious plot to establish a new order amongst us...

With himself as absolute ruler.

The decision of the council will now be heard.

Guilty.

- Guilty. - Guilty.

Guilty.

The vote must be unanimous, jor-ei.

It has therefore now become your decision.

Zod: You alone will condemn us if you wish...

And you alone will be held responsible by me.

Zod: You will bow down before me, jor-ei.

I swear it.

No matter that it takes an eternity, you will bow down before me!

Both you...

And then one day...

Your heirs!

Zod: You will bow down before me!

Ursa: Forgive me! Zod: I'll be back!

Ursa: Forgive me!

Jor-El: Your mother Lara has sent you three blankets, of red, yellow and blue.

Their protection will ensure your strength.

Lex: It's kryptonite, Superman. A little souvenir from the old hometown.

You were great in your day, Superman. But it just stands to reason...

When it came time to cash in your chips...

This old, diseased maniac...

Would be your banker.

Mind over muscle.

Why did you kiss me first?

It... I didn't think you'd let me later.

Stand aside, now.

Ursa: Aah!

Free!

Nice fresh melons. Nice fresh melons. Get them fresh here.

Good for the cooking, huh? Look at this, the best.

Man: "Lex Luthor's scheme bombs. Superman saves nation.

Master criminal draws harsh sentence. Exclusive story by Lois Lane.

Photographs by James Olsen."

Ahh, Luthor, you never looked lovelier.

Lois, terrific job.

- Thanks, chief. - Great story, really great.

Hey, good morning, chief. You're late.

Yeah, miss Lane, that's a great story. One of the best.

Jimmy, usually a picture isn't worth a thousand words when I write the story...

But in this case, congratulations.

- Yeah, thanks a lot. - Yeah.

There's Mr. Kent. Bet he wishes he'd been around when it all happened.

Clark, he's never around when Superman appears.

Poor guy.

- You got a page in the front? - Yeah.

Jimmy: Miss Lane got the best story.

Good morning, Lois.

Perry: Lane, Kent, get in here!

Now, see, Jimmy, you got me in trouble.

- We were talking. - So long. A big mistake.

Next time, don't do that to me.

- Good morning, Lois. How are you? - Oh, I'm just super. Thanks.

- Good morning, Mr. White. - I'm super.

- Yeah, morning. You're late, Kent. - I know. I'm sorry, Mr. White.

- I got stuck in traffic. - Oh, that's a new one.

- Excuse me? - I mean, as opposed to:

"I was stuck in a phone booth" or "I got locked into the men's bathroom."

What are you talking about? I'm sorry I was late.

If you two wanna bicker, I have just the assignment for you.

You'll pose as a honeymoon couple to get an exposé on the newlywed racket.

Some of those hotels are bilking those poor kids for every cent they can get.

Real human-interest stuff. Make your aunt Hattie cry her eyes out.

- Um, newlyweds? - That is a great idea, Mr. White.

- I'm sorry, but I'm in the middle of... - I mean, it wouldn't take long.

We could just fly right up there and zoom back down again.

No, Superman?

If he'd give you two a ride, maybe we could save a couple bucks.

I gotta see young Olsen. Six lousy photographs...

- And he's hitting me up for a raise. - Excuse me. Mr. White? Could we talk?

Darn.

You look like the cat who swallowed the canary this morning.

A canary? No, actually I was thinking of something bigger...

Something that flies, something more in blue.

Lois, as usual, I'm totally in the dark...

Let me just turn on the lights for you then.

- Get the picture? - Mm.

I didn't put this together until this morning. Which is really strange...

Because a good reporter isn't supposed to let anything slip by her.

Mm. Well, that's very amusing. Yes.

- Excuse me. - Amusing?

Yes, sirree, that's... that's very amusing.

Amusing, huh?

Tall, broad shoulders...

Gotta give you credit, you really had me fooled.

And I'm nobody's fool...

Superman.

Superman?

You mean you think I'm Superman?

- Willing to bet my life on it. - Lois, you know, you are priceless.

Really. That is the single most ridiculous thing I've ever...

- Lois, what are you doing? - You wouldn't let me die, Superman.

- Man: Oh, god. - Help her out. Help her out.

- Clark! - Lois, what have you done?

Clark, the... you're not...

Hey, Clark, you seen Lois?

Uh, um, oh.

She just stepped out for a minute.

This is how it ends for the greatest criminal mind of our time.

Not with a whimper, not with a bang.

How do they choose to reward Lex Luthor...

The greatest genius in this world?

Do they give him glory or treasure? What, matter of fact, do they give him?

Life plus 25, Luthor. Get to work.

Don't feel bad, Mr. Luthor. It almost worked.

I mean, California almost fell down, right in the ocean.

Millions of people was almost killed.

If it hadn't been for that guy Superman, that overgrown boy scout.

- I want my liberace record back tonight. - Tonight?

What do you do with a guy like that? He flies around so fast and everything.

I mean, they can't even trace that guy on that radar they got.

Every time they try, he just flies off.

- Lex: Where? - North.

Why?

To ski?

Otis, every man has his vulnerable point.

Some, like you, Otis, have more than one.

I didn't see Superman's in time.

But now, through Patience, invention, and skill...

My little black box is just about ready.

Oh, that little black box in our cell?

That little black box, Mr. Luthor...

What's it for?

That little black box goes beyond any normal, conventional radar.

It tracks Alpha waves.

Alpha waves. Yeah.

I could've said it tracked pasta e fagioli, couldn't I?

Oh, with garlic, Mr. Luthor. And butter.

Boy.

Those Alpha waves will take me north to his secret.

And when I have his secret, I'll have Superman.

Slasher fogelstein's a bed wetter.

Slasher fogelstein's a bed wetter. Pass it.

Hi, Mr. Fogelstein.

Man 1: Too fast. Can you get the speed right?

Man 2: I told you, they installed those three weeks ago.

Hey.

You follow the bouncing ball for a while. Thing's giving me a headache.

Anyway, somebody's gotta check up on those guys.

Yeah, I keep on forgetting about them.

How long they been up there, 45 days?

The whole world's forgotten about it.

Houston calling Artemis ii.

Houston calling Artemis ii. Come in.

Nate : Morning, Houston. Man 2: Hold on, Nate.

Nate: Yo. Man 2: How are things?

All systems normal, Houston.

Andy is out doing the geological survey.

Man 4 : More rocks. Nice.

Nate: And cosmonaut Boris is getting some soil samples.

By the way, Boris and I are engaged.

I had a feeling about you guys when I saw your rorschach tests.

Just a little détente humor there, Houston.

Man 4 : Sun'ace conditions unchanged?

Well, it's mighty pretty out there. Mighty...

Pretty. Man 4 : Mighty pretty.

Right.

Uh, look, Nate?

Nate, wake up, will you?

That's it. I'm dreaming.

Man 4 : Artemis, come in.

Well, Houston, we seem to have an unidentified flying object.

Unidentified?

Man 4 : What does it look like?

Well, a lot like a girl.

- What kind of a creature are you? - Just a man.

A man?

An dy: Aah!

What a fragile sort of life form this is.

Nate: Houston, come in. Come in, Houston.

Come in, Houston. Come in.

Attempting manual liftoff.

Can somebody hear me?

Houston!

Aah! Oh, come on.

Nate: Come on, Houston!

Oh, no. No!

Somebody help me!

- Artemis, Houston calling. Come in. - What's going on?

- I don't know. We've lost contact. - So?

Well, we really...

Artemis, come in, please.

All right, which one of you guys is using the hair dryer?

Strange. I tore those metal fibers like paper.

And what he did was amazing.

- Something is happening. - Yes, to all of us.

The closer we come to an atmosphere with only one sun...