Check it out. 14 pages of the JUSTICE LEAGUE script.
CARR (V.O.)
There are Gods among us. Beings with incredible power.
INT. MONITOR ROOM
A television screen, featuring SNAPPER CARR, talkshow host. We pull back to see more MONITORS and COMPUTER BANKS.
CARR (CONTD)
Who are they? What causes them to help mankind? Despite their presence here, we may never know for certain. We know only what theyve done for us in the past.
PAN around the room, circling a massive steel ROUNDTABLE, and several high-backed leather chairs.
A man is standing before the monitors, watching, obscuring the epic superhero footage onscreen.
CARR (CONTD)
Americas Justice League has become a force unlike any the world has ever known. The league now boasts a roster that consists of the worlds greatest heroes. Superman, the last survivor of the planet Krypton. Princess Diana of the island nation of Themyscira, descendant of an ancient Amazonian tribe. The Green Lantern, who claims to be the last of an interstellar police corps. The Manhunter, sole survivor of an extinct Martian race, and The Flash, who patrols the Midwest.
DR. RAY PALMER, mid-thirties, thin and dark-haired, presses an intercom button on the MONITOR CONSOLE.
PALMER
Mr. OBrian, could you take over the monitors, please?
CARR
If nothing else, its a comfort to know that if there are alien realms, and other worlds beyond our own, that not all of them are hostile.
EXT. DEEP SPACE
A beautiful blue and white PLANET hangs in space, resplendent, breathtaking. This is NEW GENESIS.
SOARING around it, we find a dark, industrial world. Massive FIREPITS can be seen raging, even from space.
EXT. ALIEN WORLD -- NIGHT
A MOUNTAIN RANGE of strange obsidian rock. Beyond it, an ALIEN CIVILIZATION rises from smokefilled canyons, the outlines of crude, organic superstructures. This world could be Hell. For now, we will call it APOKOLIPS.
EXT. PALATIAL GROUNDS -- NIGHT
An imposing PALACE of black stone. Armored sentries guard the gated entrance with spearlike weapons: PARADEMONS.
INT. DARKSEID'S PALACE, THRONE ROOM
Members of a ROYAL COURT. Massive metal doors YAWN OPEN, and a tall being in shimmering hooded robes enters, trailed by Parademons. The being moves toward the DAIS. He wears a silver HELM that obscures much of his face, which appears to be humanoid underneath. This is ORION.
From the base of the dais, KALIBAK, a squat, grayskinned, shaggy-haired creature of strange proportions, regards the ambassador with veiled disgust.
An Apokoliptan/New Genesian alien language will be invented for the film for all alien correspondence.
KALIBAK
(Alien subtitles)
The ambassador from New Genesis.
Orion gazes up at the stone THRONE, and the massive being seated there, shrouded in shadow. The chamber is tense.
ORION
(Alien subtitles)
Lord Uxas. As the emissary of New Genesis, I bear tidings from The Highfather and the council of peace.
Orion pauses, waiting. The alien ruler is silent.
ORION (CONTD)
(Alien subtitles)
Your massing armadas have not gone unnoticed. Do not think to overstep your bounds, tyrant. You must understand; if you breach The Treaty, you will only destroy yourself in the process, and endanger your people.
The ruler shifts, taking notice of this last part.
ORION (CONTD)
(Alien subtitles)
Do not underestimate our convictions.
DARKSEID rises. Even in sparse light, he is an awesome sight. Nine feet tall, grayskinned, with rough features that might as well be chisled from stone. Dark amber eyes burn into Orion from beneath a pronounced brow.
DARKSEID
(Alien subtitles)
The Highfather should have learned long ago not to make idle threats. He knows full well what I am capable of.
ORION
(Alien subtitles)
We have not forgotten your last aggressions against our world. But we are a peaceloving, and wish to remain so.
DARKSEID
(Alien subtitles)
Do you? Or is that solely the wish of your surrogate father?
ORION
(Alien subtitles)
It is the desire of New Genesis and her people. Shall I deliver a message to Highfather and the council?
Darkseid considers. Orion glares up at him, expectant.
DARKSEID
(Alien subtitles)
I have maintained the terms of The Treaty. I owe nothing more. You are no longer welcome here, Dog of War.
ORION
(Alien subtitles)
I will not be spoken to in such a manner!
DARKSEID
(Alien subtitles)
Then crawl back to your father, and inform him that he meddles in affairs he can no longer hope to control.
ORION
(Alien subtitles)
If that is your wish...
Orion turns on his heel and strides from the chamber. Darkseid watches him go. Kalibak notes his rulers contemplative look as the great throne room doors swing closed with the resounding clang of metal on stone.
INT. DARKSEID'S PERSONAL CHAMBERS
Sparse, rock-hewn. Littered with various TROPHIES and ARTIFACTS from other worlds. Kalibak enters, hesitant.
KALIBAK
(Alien subtitles)
Father?
DARKSEID (O.S.)
(Alien subtitles)
I have asked you not to address me in such a manner. Familiarity breeds weakness.
EXT. DARKSEIDS PALACE BALCONY -- NIGHT
Kalibak moves out onto a wide, curving overhang. Darkseid stands, looking down over his industrial kingdom. SMOKE from massive FACTORIES. PRISON COMPLEXES
and BARRACKS litter our view, along with a sprawling GHETTO.
KALIBAK
(Alien subtitles)
Can you believe The Highfathers nerve, sending that brat in his stead?
DARKSEID
(Alien subtitles)
Hold your tongue, whelp, or I shall cut it out.
Kalibak falls silent.
DARKSEID (CONTD)
(Alien subtitles)
It is unwise to underestimate the Gods. They are a proud race, and not entirely ignorant of our affairs. Nor of our current strategic weaknesses. We are yet vulnerable should they decide to invade.
KALIBAK
(Alien subtitles)
What do you intend to do?
Darkseid gazes up at the stars.
DARKSEID
(Alien subtitles)
There are yet dozens of worlds that will bear fruit. The occupation of the next will have to be hastened.
KALIBAK
(Alien subtitles)
Any departure we make will be seen as a violation of The Treaty. As a declaration of war against New Genesis itself.
Darkseid gazes out at distant firepits. Huge, manmade CRATERS in the earth, belching columns of FIRE and SMOKE.
DARKSEID
(Alien subtitles)
So be it. We've tarried too long as it is. My people are suffering needlessly, and we have grown weaker and complacent.
KALIBAK
(Alien subtitles)
Your will be done, then.
DARKSEID
(Alien subtitles)
Yes. It shall be.
Kalibak exits in supplication. Darkseid continues to peer out over his planet. As he contemplates the future, we move through his world, over manmade CANALS of molten metal. Ancient alien BARGES cruise through the air. Long lines of chained, emaciated SLAVES of various alien species are being driven through cramped ghetto streets.
EXT. APOKOLIPTAN SPACESCAPE
The bronze curve of the industrial planet. A gargantuan, ancient spacecraft breaks the surface of the atmosphere. An APOKOLIPTAN DESTROYER. With a burst of PHOTON DRIVE, the massive ship vanishes into the starswept cosmos.
Near the dissipating ION TRAIL, a figure in an armored ALIEN SPACESUIT hovers on an ancient COSMIC SLED.
Orion peers through the helm of his suit, thumbs a glowing control on the "handlebars" of the cosmic sled. A small box begins to GLOW, ALIEN HYEROGLYPHICS scrolling across its facing, which seems to be composed of LIQUID METAL. This is MOTHER BOX.
A PROJECTION appears before Orion. A shimmering, irridescent bearded man, clad in silver robes.
ORION
(Alien subtitles)
You were correct, Highfather. His forces have entered deep space.
HIGHFATHER
(Alien subtitles)
It was but a matter of time. It will be some time before we can marshall our own forces, and we cannot risk breaching The Treaty, regardless of his current action. However, the target world must be warned of his ambitions.
ORION
(Alien subtitles)
If that is what you desire, Father.
HIGHFATHER
(Alien subtitles)
I desire an end to this bloodshed. As Ambassador, you are uniquely suited to this task. The Source protect you, my son, and bring you safely home.
The Mother Box emits an escalating series of eerie PINGING NOISES. Before the cosmic sled, SPACE COLLAPSES ON ITSELF and then EXPLODES OUTWARD, revealing a SPIRALING ENERGY VORTEX. A WORMHOLE. Orion GUNS the propulsion system of the sled and ROCKETS into the vortex. We follow as long as we can, and then he is gone.
EXT. EARTH'S SPACESCAPE
We come out of a wormhole near Earth. It hangs before us in space, along with The Moon. Beautiful. Tranquil.
EXT. METROPOLIS -- DAY
The pinnacle of human achievement. Magnificent towers catch and reflect the brilliance of the sun. Ships dot the harbor, airplanes soar through the afternoon skies.
INT. DAILY PLANET NEWSROOM
A hanging row of monitors displays footage from newsreels around the world. We're moving past cubicles now. Busied, harried REPORTERS work the phones and computers. In one cubicle, a nameplate reads LOIS LANE, WORLD BEAT. We keep moving past desks, until we stop at the back of a tall, dark-haired man in a simple suit. The mans phone rings.
CLARK (O.S.)
Clark Kent.
CLARK KENT is almost ageless, handsome and intelligent, with a quiet, stoic wisdom well beyond his 30-odd years.
PALMER
(Filtered)
Its Palmer. Pesadilla is set to erupt.
CLARK
You're sure?
PALMER
Positive. There's been a major increase in seismic activities over the last few hours. Crater avalanches, even a few small tremors. O'Brian picked up the newsfeed just minutes ago. NATO is evacuating the Maltesian coastline as we speak. They simply weren't prepared.
CLARK
They never are. I'm on my way.
PALMER
(Filtered)
I'll contact the others.
CLARK
Thank you, Ray.
Clark hangs up his phone and rises, looking to the monitors above. Sure enough, on one of the monitors, the words: FIRST CORTO MALTESE ERUPTION IN A CENTURY are shown onscreen before Red Cross and NATO workers.
Clark begins moving through the bullpen, past coworkers, toward the exit. A group of REPORTERS approaches.
FIRST COWORKER
Kent! What did you think of-
CLARK
Not now. Excuse me, please.
Clark breaks into a jog as he exits. His coworkers watch him leave, confused and a little irritated.
INT. DAILY PLANET ROOF ACCESS STAIRWELL
The door opens and Clark jogs up the stairwell, removing his glasses. Another few steps, and he steps OFF the stairs. He's FLOATING up them. No...FLYING. Clark SOARS up the stairs, RIPPING open his shirt, revealing a familiar RED AND GOLD S-SHIELD on a field of bright blue.
EXT. DAILY PLANET ROOFTOP -- DAY
An iconic revolving gilded GLOBE. A blue and red BLUR BULLETS INTO THE SKIES, SUCKING CLOUDS INTO ITS WAKE. A tremendous SONIC BOOM echoes above Metropolis Harbor.