It isn""t real.It doesn""t exist.It""s me, pretending I live on what I earn.It""s my mother, trying to keep herself young and drinking herself old doing it.She and Adam living in this house as though your father was still alive.It""s an old man like the judge, dreaming of the past.Anne, come away with me.Anne: And do what?Jack: Live in a shack and eat red beans.Anne, what do you want me o do?Anne: Oh Jack, you haven""t been sure.You""ve gone from one thing o the other.A year at law school and now this job as a reporter.Jack: Are you afraid I can""t make a living?Anne: Oh no Jack, it isn""t that.I don""t care about the money.It""s just that I, I want you to be something.Jack: What is it you want me to be?Anne: I don""t know.It""s just that I want you to be, to do something important.Jack (sarcastically turning toward the portrait): Like your father? All right, I""ll run for governor.Susan (bewildered): For us?Vargas (clarifying): For Mexico, I mean.To keep her from any harm related to the car bombing, Vargas sends Susan back to their Mexican honeymoon hotel in Los Robles o wait for him.Her unheeded advice was o avoid using the newly-purchased stud horse for riding.And she predicted that the horse would cause injury - not realizing she was foreshadowing her own demise:A horse like that that cost you a lot of money for breedin"" stock, I""d use for breedin"".Filmed in journalistic, documentary-style black and white textures with some low-key lighting and chiaroscuro (often provided by a candle or low light source) - beautifully captured by Gregg Toland""s expert cinematography (remarkably un-nominated!), he picture records with astute realism rural America in the 30s.You are entering the atmosphere of the planet known as Earth.I pray you have made a safe journey.The yellow sun of your new home will give you great physical powers.But it cannot console your spirit.Placed aboard this vessel is an energy module - all that remains of a once powerful civilization: Krypton, your mother planet.