Hypatia, Daughter of Theron,
Philosopher of Alexandria :
Yesterday, many of you will have seen
one of your colleagues
present me with an aulos.
I accepted The Gift.
And today I wish to make him
a gift of My Own in return.
This is for you.
It is The Blood of My cycle.
Orestes, you...
You say that you have
found Harmony in Me.
Well, I am suggesting that you
look elsewhere, because
I think that there is
little Harmony or...
Beauty in that.
Don't you agree?
.....Yesterday we were discussing
The Apollonian Cone.
We discussed The Circle,
The Ellipse, The Parabola.
Today we will discuss
The Hyperbola.
Slave :
Lady! Forgive me, Lady --
Olympius requires Your Presence urgently
in the Serapeum. You as well.
Davus The Slavus,
Christian Slave in The House of Theron :
Thank you, Lord.
Thank you, Lord.
Thank you, Lord.
How are we to enjoy them force feeding us
The Faith accustomed to people who
until recently were common outlaws?
Hypatia of Alexandria :
What's happening?
It's despicable. A sacrilege.
Christians have gathered in the Agora.
They are mocking The Gods.
Lex Luthor :
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?
Lois Lane :
I've proven What You've Done.
Lex Luthor :
Wow, you're feisty.
Unfortunately, that will blow away --
Like sand in The Desert.
Lois Lane :
You're psychotic.
Lex Luthor :
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.
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... Mmm.
Called Lois Lane.
Lois Lane :
You came back.
You came back.
Boy, do we have problems up here!
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 fist and abominations. 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.
Day versus Night.
Son of Krypton versus Bat of Gotham.
You think I'll fight him for you?
Lex Luthor :
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?
Lex Luthor :
Close, but I am not talking about Lois.
No. Every boy's special lady is His Mother.
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.
Where is she?
Lex Luthor :
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.
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.
