King

My Son. 

You Do Not Remember Me. 

I am Jor-El. 

I am Your Father. 

By now, you will have reached your 18th year, as it is measured on Earth. 

By that reckoning, I will have been dead for many thousands of your years. 

The Knowledge, that I have, matters Physical and Historic, I have given you fully on your voyage, to your New Home.

These are important matters, to be sure, but — 

still matters of mere Fact. 

There are QUESTIONS to Be asked. 

And it is TIME, for you to do so. 

Here in This, This Fortress of Solitude --

We shall try to find the answers, together. 

So my son. Speak.

Clark (Jeff East): 

Who am I?

Your Name is Kal-El. 

You are The Only Survivor 

of The Planet Krypton. 

Even though you have been raised, as a human being 

You are Not one of Them. 

You have great powers, 

only some of which you have, as yet discovered. 

Come with me now my son, as we break through the bars of your Earthly confinement, travelling through time and space... 

In the 6 known dimensions...

Your powers, will far exceed those of mortal man...

It is forbidden for you to interfere with Human History. Rather let Your Leadership, stir Others to... 

In this next year, we shall examine, The Human Heart. It is more fragile than your own... 

For the past 2 years...

As we pass through The Flaming Turmoil which is the edge of your own galaxy, we will enter the realm of the red Krypton sun. Source of your Strength and Nourishment and, Cause of our eventual destruction. 

The Planet Krypton, My Son, Your Home, As it Was... 

This Year, we shall examine The Various Concepts of Immortatility, and their basis in Actual Fact... 

The total accumulation of all knowledge spanning the 28 known galaxies, is embedded in The Crystals which I have sent along with you. 

Study them well My Son, and learn from them...

Over The Past 12 years, we have reasoned out Logical Judgments...

By the time we return to the confines of your galaxy, 12 of your years will have passed... 

For this reason among others, I have chosen Earth, for you... 

It is now time for you to 

rejoin your New World, 

and to 

Serve its Collective Humanity. 

Live as One of Them Mister Black, 

to discover where your Strength 

and your Power are Needed. 

But always Hold 

in Your Heart The Pride, 

of your Special Heritage. 

They can be 

A Great People Manchester, 

They Wish To Be — 

They only lack The Light 

to Show Them The Way. 

For This Reason, above all,

Their Capacity for Good —

I have sent them YOU — 

My Only Son.

Now An Adult, Manchester Black emerges from The Fortress. 

The Crowd Goes Wild.

EXT. ODIN'S CHAMBERS - DAY

 At the top of the palace, we see a small FIGURE on the balcony. 

As we move closer, we see it is a burdened Odin, looking out over Asgard.

 INT. ODIN'S CHAMBERS - DAY

 Frigga enters to find Odin standing lost in thought.

 FRIGGA

 How could you have done this?

 ODIN

 Do you understand 

what he set in motion? 

He's taken us to the brink of war!

 FRIGGA

 But banishment? 

You would lose him forever? 

He's Your Son!

 ODIN

 What would you have done?

 

 FRIGGA

 I would not have exiled him 

to a world of mortals, 

stripped of his powers, 

to suffer alone. 

I would not have had 

The Heart for such cruelty!

 ODIN

 That is Why I am King.

 (THEN)

 I, too, grieve the loss of Our Son.

 But there are some things that even I cannot undo.

 FRIGGA

 You can bring him back.

 ODIN

 No. His Fate is in 

His Own Hands now.

Well, say she comes home. 

What do you think she'll do? 

Oh, no fuckin' shit she'll freak. 

That ain't no kinda answer. 

I mean, you know, I don't. 

How much? A lot or a little? 

You got to appreciate what an explosive element 

This Bonnie Situation is. 

She comes home from a hard day's work, 

finds a bunch of gangsters in her kitchen, 

doing a bunch of gangster shit, 

there ain't no tellin' 

WHAT she's liable to do. 

[ALL GASPING] 

Yeah, I grasp that, Jules. 

All I'm doing 

is contemplating the ifs. 

I don't wanna HEAR about 

NO motherfuckin' IFS! 

All I wanna to hear 

from YOUR ass is, 

“You ain't GOT no problem, Jules, 

I'm ON The Motherfucker.

Chill them niggers out 

and wait for The Cavalry, 

which should be coming 

DIRECTLY." 

You ain't got no problem, Jules. 

I'm on The Motherfucker. 

Chill them niggers out 

and await for The Wolf, who should be coming directly. 

.....you sendin' The Wolf..?!

Oh, feel better, motherfucker? 

Shit, YEAH, Negro...!!

That's All You Had to SAY...!!