David S. Goyer - May I Help You, Mr. Wayne? lyrics
CUT TO OUTSIDE LUTHOR MANSION, NIGHT
Bruce Wayne's Aston Martin arrives, reporters chatter.
- That's him right there!
- There he is! Get a shot!
- Bruce, over here!
- Bruce, Bruce.
- Wayne, have a shot.
- Mr. Wayne!
- Right here, one second.
- This way, Mr. Wayne!
Clark Kent sees the uproar, turns to a nearby photographer.
You must be new to the let them eat cake beat. That is Bruce Wayne.
CUT TO INSIDE THE MANSION
Library president Nicky LeBlanc talks in a microphone.
Philanthropist. Bibliophile. True friend of the library of Metropolis. Mr. Lex Luthor.
Applause as the path is cleared for Lex to hit the stage.
Nikki. You're embarra**ing me.
As Lex readies himself, a stunning brunette, DIANA, is offered a drink but refuses. While looking back, she and Bruce stare at each other for a while before she looks forward again.
Speech. Speech. Uh, blah blah blah. Open bar. The end. The word Philanthropist, comes from the Greek. Meaning a lover of humanity. It was coined about, 2,500 years ago...
Bruce, clearly with other plans, talks to a hidden earpiece.
Alright, where am I going, Alfred?
In the Batcave, Alfred looks at a digital schematic of the mansion. Bruce is represented by a blue line.
Approach the elevator, to your left.
Back in the Luthor home, Clark is clearly listening to the conversation with his enhanced hearing, turning around to see Bruce.
That where it must be. It's in the service corridor in the basement.Go down the stairs.
Prometheus went with us, and he ruined Zeus' plan to destroy man kind and for that, he was given a thunderbolt. Chooo! Hm. That seems unfair. On the serious note, the library of Metropolis...
Bruce continues walking forward.
Down the stairs. It's the only way in, down the stairs.
He pa**es by Mercy Graves, who looks suspiciously.
LEX LUTHOR (OS)
But, at one time, Dad could not either. No, my father could not afford the books, so... He had to root through the garbage for yesterday's newspaper.
Bruce has walked down the stairs, pa**ing by waiters…
Now you got the kitchens on your right.
To the left.
The mansion schematics has a highlighted room near where Bruce is.
Right in front of you, that's where you want to be.
A room full of servers. Bruce has just plugged in his hacking device when Mercy shows up at the door.
May I help you, Mr. Wayne?
Uh, I just... thought the bathroom was down here. I must have... That last Martini was a... too too many, I think.
Men's room is upstairs.
Great, I'm okay. I like those shoes.
She smiles and leaves while talking to a cook who approached her. Bruce talks to Alfred again.
I can't stay down here, Alfred.
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Go upstairs and socialize. Some young lady from Metropolis will make you honest. [to himself] In your dreams, Alfred.
Upstairs, people are still in disbelief of the nonsense Lex is spewing.
Books are knowledge, and knowledge is puff worth.And I am... Heh heh heh, no. I, umm. No, what am I? Alright, what am I suppose to say? No.The bitter sweet pain among man is having knowledge with no power. Because... Because that is paradoxical, and umm...Thank you for coming. Please, drink, it's free.
Applause for Lex, as “Night and Day” plays, Bruce enters the room while taking the last gla** of Martini from a pa**ing waiter, and Diana goes in another direction as he sees him coming closer. Clark then approaches.
Mr. Wayne. Mr. Wayne. Clark Kent, Daily Planet.
Oh, my foundation has already issued a statement in support of the... books.
Wow. Pretty girl. Bad habit. Don't quote me, alright?
What's your position on the bat vigilante in Gotham?
Daily Planet. Wait, do I own this one? Or was that the other guy?
Civil liberties has been trampled on in your city. Good people living in fear.
Don't believe everything you hear, son.
I've seen it, Mr. Wayne. He thinks he's above the law.
The Daily Planet criticizing those who think they're above the laws. A little hypocritical, wouldn't you say? Considering every time your hero saves a cat out of a tree, you write a puff piece editorial, about an alien who, if he wanted to, could burn the whole place down. There wouldn't be a damn thing we can do to stop him.
Most of the world doesn't share your opinion, Mr. Wayne.
Maybe it's the Gotham City in me, we just have a bad history with freaks dressed like clowns.
Lex Luthor arrives.
Boys! Mm, Bruce Wayne meets Clark Kent. Ah, I love it! I love bringing people together! How are we?
Hello, good. [turns to Clark, extends hand] Hi, hello. Lex. It is a pleasure... [Clark presses his hand] Ow! Wow, that is a good grip! You should, not pick a fight with this person. Ha! So, after all these years, we've finally got you over to Metropolis.
Well, I thought I come drink you dry.
Well, you're welcome. You should hop the hub more often though, I love to show you my labs. Maybe we could, be partner on something. My R&D is up to all sorts of no good.
As Mercy approaches Lex from behind, we cut to the basement – the hacking device is finishing its countdown.
In the Batcave, the monitor reads “TRANSFER COMPLETE”
That's 7 minutes. Look likes the transfer's complete.
Clark is again tickled by the hidden conversation, as he and Bruce exchange uncomfortable looks.
Governor. Excuse me.
Bruce leaves, Lex turns to the bigwig.
Lex, it's good to see you.
Clark then turns to see where Bruce went and walks after him.