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But a journey, the road may be long, and
the road may be

short. In the case of Mason Drake, it
was tragically short.

Let us pray.

Into your hands, O Lord, we commend thy
faithful servant, Mason Drake.

Receive her into the arms of thy mercy,
into the blessed rest.

Of everlasting peace.

Amen.

You realize that getting rid of Mason
Drake solves only half our problems.

If that pill she got her hands on is
found by the wrong people... We're

for it. I don't want looking. I want
finding.

Are you okay?

The last thing she said to me was...
Resurrection.

What was she trying to tell me?

maybe you'd like a few minutes alone
i'll meet you at the car

Sorry, Mr. Gables.

Little mistake with the original dosage.
A little mistake.

If resurrection is to succeed, I can't
afford any more dead friends waking up.

You got a problem, lady? That body you
just buried, it's still alive.

It opened its eyes and it looked at me.

No, I know what I saw.

Stop! Lady, they don't pay me enough for
this aggravation. It's still alive.

Look, I got a work order to plant this
guy in 29B. Now, unless I get a court

order telling me not to, I'm planting
him.

But, Clark... Lois, come on. You
probably just imagined it. Come on,

this.

Paul been under a lot of stress lately.

Go back to the office.

After death, it's not uncommon for a
body to have involuntary movements,

Fine. Never happened.

Um, Lois, my car's in the shop, and I
was wondering if I could borrow your car

tonight. I met this incredible girl this
morning. This morning?

At Mason's funeral? That's so tacky. It
didn't start out that way. Honest, it

just...

Happened. I thought Angela was the love
of your life.

Yesterday's news.

Well, that didn't take long.

I'm young. I'm single. I gotta keep my
options open, Lois.

She left me for a guy with a Ferrari.
Are you happy?

Can I borrow the car, please?

I'll tell you what. I'll lend you my car
if you call Perpetual Pines and find

out who they just buried in plot 29B.

Deal.

29B?

How you doing, son?

Clark? Huh?

Oh, uh, okay, I guess.

How's the story coming?

Flo, I can't seem to get a handle on it,
Chief. I don't know what's wrong.

You need a couple days off. You let me
know, okay?

Okay. Oh, there's a federal DEA agent
coming down here this afternoon.

He's looking into Mason's death.

Maybe he can help you with your
investigation.

Why is the DEA involved?

Oh, I don't know.

Maybe they think it's mob -related.

You know, Mason had a lot of enemies in
the inner gang.

If I could get into her office, take a
look at her files.

Nah, police have got it cordoned off.

Well, but then, when's the little police
tape ever stopped you two, huh?

I could get into any door in this place.

I know. And that worries me.

Let's see if you can find some
connection to Intergang or what she

resurrection. My guess is it would be
something she was working on recently.

Here's something she received the day
before she died.

A file on somebody named Stanley Gable.

Anything on Intergang or resurrection?

Keep looking.

Well, how's this for recent?

Still warm.

Meatball sandwich?

Molinaro's, best in the city.

Go ahead, take a bite.

They got a view on peppers that'll knock
your socks off.

Who are you?

The cleaning man. Who are you?

I'm the cleaning woman.

How's that for a coincidence? We're all
cleaners. Get the agency overbooked.

You know, I'm a very sensitive guy. I
just hate it when people lie to me.

But you don't mind lying yourself.

Touche. But I've got the gun, so my life
takes precedence.

Unless you're Superman, I wouldn't
recommend it.

Please, don't get the wrong impression.

I really am a fun guy.

You should see me at parties.

You know, you have the most incredible
eyes.

Well, it's been real.

And don't forget, check out Molinaro's
when you're not so tied up.

I guess he was never a Boy Scout.

His eyes were beady, beady and shifty.

I wouldn't say shifty, exactly.

They were soft and warm.

They were beady.

Thin lips, hard -set jaw.

I don't think hard.

I think chiseled.

And his lips, they did this cute little
thing where they curled up when he

smiled.

Who's that supposed to be, Pinocchio?
Hey, I'm an editorial cartoonist. You

a portrait? Get a camera.

Lois! Clark, in my office now.

Agent Scardino, this is Lois Lane, Clark
Kent.

You?

Small world.

You all know each other?

Agent Scardino? Oh, please, call me
Daniel.

Do you always leave by the window? I
left my macaroni salad on the roof.

Why didn't you identify yourself at
Mason's office?

What, and spoil all our fun?

Come to think of it, Ken, I don't
remember you or Miss Lane here whipping

any press credentials either. Um,
obviously I've missed something here.

Is there a problem?

There is if Agent Scardino was
Washington's idea of solving Mason's

Washington had nothing to do with this.

In fact, they sort of suggested that I
keep my distance.

They have this crazy idea of some kind
of loose cannon.

See, I wonder where they would get such
a crazy idea like that.

Well, if you're not here officially, why
are you here?

Because I know who designed the bomb
that killed Mason Drake.

A con by the name of Sean McCarthy.

That guy that was responsible for that
series of drug -related bombings in 89?

The same.

I left someone very close to me in one
of those bombings.

I thought McCarthy died in prison three
weeks ago.

So they say, hit on the DA, says
otherwise.

I know McCarthy's M .O. like the back of
my hand. I was the one that put him in

prison.

Somehow, he's out there again.

So your idea of solving Mason's murder
is looking for a dead man?

Yeah, I guess you could say that.

So, if you come across any information
that might help, I'd appreciate you

letting me know.

I'm staying at the Bristol.

Please, don't take this the wrong way,
but are those eyelashes real?

Of course they're real.

Boy, they're pretty.

Agent Scardino, let me show you the way
out over here.

Just show him to a window, Chief. I'm
sure he'll climb out.

Can you believe that guy?

Who do you think he is? Mel Gibson?

I don't know. I think he's kind of cute.

Give me a break.

So what are you looking for?

Sean McCarthy's obituary, since he's the
only lead we have.

Here it is.

He died of natural causes. He was
survived by his mother, Colleen

That's a picture of Sean when he was
ten.

We took that the day before he blew up
the garage.

Look at those dimples.

He was such a cute little boy.

You know, Sean was actually responsible
for me taking up Needlepoint.

When he went to prison, I had to figure
out some way to support myself.

Now, I sell these at the swap meets.

Now, that's the last picture ever taken
of Sean two weeks before he died.

Isn't he adorable?

Um, Mrs. McCarthy, did Sean have any
friends?

Only one that I know of.

They were pen pals.

They wrote to each other?

Heavens, no.

They met in a pen.

You know, I think that he might have
mentioned him in one of these letters

he wrote me from prison.

Oh, tea's ready.

I'll be right back.

This one was sent the day before he
died.

This is probably the last letter I will
be writing you from prison. If you don't

hear from me again, don't worry.

Just know that I'm in a far better
place.

Sounds like a man who knew he was going
to die.

Lois, I'm going to go wash up real
quick. Excuse me.

I'm going to wash up.

Superman, what happened?

I was in the area when I spotted this
under the porch.

It would have burned this entire house
down within minutes.

Oh, my.

We're very grateful to you, Superman.

Would you like a cookie?

No, thank you, ma 'am. I'm watching my
calories.

Bye -bye now.

Why, he's quite a big boy.

What happened?

Somebody tried to burn down the house.

But that sexy Superman fellow was in the
area, and he saved us.

I'm a bit weak in the knees.

I think I'd better go lie down for a
while. Mrs. McCarthy, would you mind if

kept these for a few days? Be my guest.

I'll be safer with you.

Oh, how's your seaweed, sir?

Disgusting. Oh, I know, sir. But you do
need your iodine and be thick. Listen to

this, Albie.

Brilliant scientist invents new diet
pill.

I suppose Star Labs will give him what?
A blue ribbon and a new car?

All they gave me was a pink slip.

For one little mistake. Hey, I didn't
make a mistake. They did.

Oh, absolutely, sir. It's just that you
did mention to me that Star Labs had not

authorized the experiment you were
working on. Listen, Albie, you don't

greatness by playing by the rules.

With all due respect, sir, I don't know
if the four technicians who died of the

alpha virus would feel the same. What
about my pain, huh?

Every day, this virus eats away another
piece of me.

So I don't think I don't know about
sacrifice.

Um, Mr. Gable, I don't wish to upset you
any further, but

we did run into a little snag with the
letters.

Tell me they were destroyed.

Um... No.

Superman showed up.

I'm hyperventilating, Albie.

Please, Mr. Gable, the stress is very
bad for you. Why don't we just rethink

whole idea? I tried the legal system and
it failed me.

The people of Metropolis have spoken and
now they're going to suffer the same

way I am.

I thought that it was Star Labs that you
wanted to hurt. You mean you want to

kill everybody in Metropolis? If I just
wanted to destroy Star Labs, Albie...

I would have burned it to the ground.

I wouldn't have invented the
resurrection pill and gathered the three

criminals in the world.

Which reminds me, we have work to do.

Needed something, Mr. Gables?

Yes, Mr. McCarthy, I do.

Pick up some books in the library.

Barber's Quotations, Young's Collective
Unconscious, Tolstoy, anything with any

reference to resurrection.

I hope you're hungry.

Did you get anything from the letters?

No, not yet, but I'm only halfway
through them.

You probably haven't eaten all day.

Here, I made these.

Too much curry.

I knew it.

Do you want some wine?

Lois, is there any reason that we're not
getting down to work here?

Actually, there is.

I wanted to ask you something.

I need to know if I'm yesterday's news.

What? You know, stale, old.

I mean, it's been a week since our first
date and our first kiss.

You haven't said a word about it. It's
like it never happened.

Oh, God. Lois, I'm sorry if it feels
like I've been ignoring you lately,

Just a second.

Hi. Agent Scardino. Please, call me
Daniel. May I come in? Well... Sorry to

in on you like this, you know, but I was
thinking, maybe if we started working

together... Look who's here. If it isn't
the man with the smoldering eyes.

What are you talking about?

Mason's diary.

Pretty steamy stuff.

Read like an Emily Bronte novel.

You read Emily Bronte?

Well, what can I say? I'm a hopeless
romantic.

Oh, remaki. My favorite.

Too much curry.

It's perfect.

I like it spicy.

Anyway, Kent, she wrote some really
passionate purple prose, mainly about

And you said you two were just friends.

You holding out on me, Kent?

Well, you have to understand, Clark was
probably the only person in Metropolis

that didn't know that Mason was madly in
love with him.

Mm -hmm.

Who's holding on to who, Scardino?

You took the diary.

I'm willing to share.

You work with me, I'll work with you.

Now, what have you got for me?

Well, the last word Mason said before
she died was resurrection.

The last entry in her diary was
resurrection equals McCarthy with a

mark.

Where you been?

Doing some checking on Wildman Scardino.

Turns out that he's been on probation
more than any other DEA agent.

Anything else?

Yeah, he's also their most decorated
agent.

Still reading McCarthy's letters? Yeah.

You know, I've been thinking about this
last letter that he wrote, about being

in a better place.

What if he wasn't talking about the
hereafter?

What if he was just talking about a
better place outside the prison walls?

So you're saying you think he faked his
own death?

Well, Dan says that the bomb... Wait,
wait. I'm sorry. That was Dan.

What is with you?

What is so bad about him? What is so
good about him?

A lot of things.

Okay, he's a little different.

Anyway, he said that the bomb that
killed Mason could only have been built

McCarthy.

If that's true.

Okay, I'll play along.

So maybe we should pay McCarthy's pen
pal a visit.

I already made an appointment.

The guy's name is Big Buster Williams.

Guys, you better take a look at these.
The surveillance camera at the police

impound caught these photos.

This guy was poking around the remains
of Mason's car. He ran off before they

could catch him, though.

Clark, this is the guy I saw being
buried alive at Mason's funeral.

It does look like him.

I mean, how you described him to look.
But we saw the coffin buried. I don't

it. I don't either.

But if he's interested in Mason's car,
so am I.

What do you think we're looking for?

I don't know.

Uh, Lois, could you hand me a nail file?

Why do men always assume that women have
nail files with... I'm sorry, but do

you have a nail file?

Actually, I do.

But only because it's part of my pocket
knife.

What made you think to look in there?

Uh, the French Connection.

It was Mason's favorite movie.

Really?

Nice work.

See the basement?

Star Labs has a sub -zero chamber there.

That's where they store the virus.

So, how do we get to it? There's an air
vent that leads directly to the chamber.

Exactly what makes this virus so
special? It's airborne.

It's lethal.

And there's no cure.

Anyone who comes in contact with it will
die a very painful death.

For us, of course.

Of course. You'll be wearing protective
masks.

This air vent's pretty narrow.

Nobody in this room's going to fit.

That's right.

We're still missing one member of our
team.

Your old cellmate.

You mean Buster?

Albie's going to take a little trip
today.

Um, sir, are you sure there isn't any
other way we can get even with

Getting cold feet, Albie?

No.

No, no, sir, no. It's just, well,
exposing everyone to a lethal

virus seems, I don't know, a little
severe.

Nobody cared about my life!

I did.

Oh, yes.

Yes, you did.

Big deal.

Did Professor Hamilton say how long it's
going to take to analyze that pill?

We should have the results sometime this
afternoon.

Have a look.

Appropriately cheap.

Just let me do most of the talking.

You usually do.

Excuse me.

We're here to see Buster Williams.

Hey, Buster. You got another visitor.

That's big Buster Williams.

Hey, Buster.

McCarthy was right. You're the best
looking guy in the joint.

Hi, I'm Angel.

McCarthy's old lady. This is my brother.

Bye.

That's some killer outfit.

Yeah, thanks.

McCarthy never told me he had a doll.

Oh, well, you know him. He never talked
much.

You kidding?

Motormouth McCarthy?

So, did he send you to fill me in on the
job?

The job?

You want a glass of water or something?

No thanks, Mike.

I'm okay.

He's dead.

I guess that really is a killer outfit.

Oh, my God.

Lois.

I got that info you want on that guy
buried in plot 29B.

Diego Martinez.

Serving 20 years for bank robbery.

He's an expert at getting past security
systems.

Except the last time.

It says that he was in good health and
died suddenly.

Cause unknown.

There wasn't an autopsy.

The guy at the prison infirmary says
they send the bodies directly out to the

cemeteries.

What's that?

Dr. Hamilton's report on that pill we
found in Mason's car.

It's a form of synthetic barbiturate
that can induce a temporary state of

suspended animation.

Why would somebody want to kill Mason
over this?

Clark, this is going to sound kind of
out there, but what if Mason found out

that somebody was using this pill to get
criminals out of prison by making it

appear as if they died?

It is out there, but it's also a great
way to break out of prison. I mean, who

would look for you if you were dead?

But the cemetery would have to be in on
it.

I'm feeling a sudden urge to plan a
funeral.

Who would want to spend eternity in
that?

Someone who had their eyes closed?

So sorry to keep you waiting.

I'm Mr. Sunshine.

Please. Accept my condolences at this
difficult time.

Was the dear departed a relative?

My uncle.

He... He was a crossdresser.

At the time of his death, we weren't
sure what he... She... What?

I see.

We have a lot of questions. Can we go to
your office?

I carry my office with me. This way we
don't waste any valuable ground.

When you're at the cemetery...

Use of space is very important.

Now, I have only three words to say.

Location, location, location.

The plot is everything.

I see.

Well, actually, I was interested in
caskets.

Could you show me that one?

Well, those are the economy models.

But if you insist.

Quite frankly, they offer very little
moisture protection.

They're just slightly better than a
sandwich bag.

What about that one?

Ah, our happy trails model.

An excellent choice.

100 % moisture -proof and silk -lined.

Cotton tends to wrinkle so, don't you
agree?

I think we have to talk it over, but
thank you very much.

Of course.

Check around, kick a few handles, and
when you're ready to buy, we'll be here.

Lucky lose.

I saw an invoice.

All three of the prisoners' funerals
were paid for by a man named Albie

I'll call Jimmy and see what he can find
out about the guy. I'll meet you at

29B. If somebody is digging these guys
up, maybe I can find some evidence.

Lois, are you okay?

Yeah.

Thanks to Agent Scardino.

Please, call me Daniel.

Lucky you were nearby.

Yeah, how did you know?

That you'd be here? I don't know. I
guess we just think alike.

Well, I guess you don't need me.

Funny. I thought he'd be friendlier than
that.

Yeah. I wonder what's with him.

Anyway, I should probably go find Clark.

Hold it.

Someone just tried to kill you. I think
you've had enough of cemeteries for a

while, young lady.

Young lady?

Haven't been called that since I went to
the prom and I didn't bring the car

home.

I just saw Superman fly off. Are you
okay?

I am perfectly fine. Kent, help me talk
some sense into your partner. Someone

just tried to run her down. She needs
protection.

Do you want me to take you home?

Kent, no offense, but as a federal
agent, I think I'm more qualified to

protection than you are.

Scardina, no offense, but as your
partner... Hold it.

Both of you.

I am perfectly capable of protecting
myself. Now I am going home alone.

Way to go, Kent.

Scardino. Please call me Daniel.

What do you mean, breaking into my
house?

Um, Lord, much as I fantasized about
being in this position with you, you

crushed my legs.

Oh!

Look, I'm sorry. I rang the bell. You
didn't answer. I was drying my hair. I

just got out of the shower.

Yeah, I can see that.

I cannot believe I defended you to
Clark.

He was right. You are crazy. I don't
answer the doorbell, so you come down

the roof. Hey, I was worried about you,
okay?

Sean McCarthy is an animal. For all I
know, he was in here trying to kill you.

Just what do the words, I do not need
you to protect me, mean to you?

Look, I already lost one woman I cared
about to McCarthy. It is not going to

happen again, you got it?

Who was she?

A little mouthy sometimes, but then I'm
not exactly Monk.

And McCarthy was the bomber.

Excuse me.

Clark, what are you doing here?

I know it's late, but I found out that
Albie Swinson works for a man named

Stanley Gables.

Ring a bell?

Uh, Gables.

Yeah, that was the name on the file on
Mason's desk. Oh, there's more.

According to the prison sign -in sheet,
Albie visited Big Buster, Martinez, and

McCarthy on the day that each one of
them died.

What do you think of that?

Fascinating.

And well told, too. Of course, you're a
writer, so you're good with words.

Uh, Agent Scardino just dropped by to
chat about the case.

That must have been some chat for you
needing to shower.

See you later.

Clark.

I think you better go.

Okay.

But I'm not going far.

Albie Swinson?

You've got to help me.

Albie Swinson?

Please, the toxins in his body are
poisoning his mind. He's going to kill

innocent people.

Who?

Gables? I can't say any more on the
telephone.

Meet me at Perpetual Pines, plot 29B, in
half an hour.

Albie, Albie, disappoint me.

I'm not home right now, so please leave
a message after the beep, and I will

call you as soon as I can. Thanks.

Clark, where are you at 5 a .m.? Okay, I
don't have time to explain. Just meet

me at Perpetual Pines.

Clark!

I thought I was the only one who came in
with the roosters.

I had a lot of research to do on a guy
named Stanley Gables, Chief.

We think he might be tied into Mason's
death.

Gables? Gables, I know that name. Wasn't
that the fellow who used to work for

Star Labs?

One of their top chemists. He created
something called the Alpha Virus.

That's right. He had an accident in his
lab, and that virus killed four people.

Yeah, apparently it wasn't authorized,
so they fired him.

Then he sued, blaming Star Labs for the
accident.

Oh, yeah. I remember.

Jury didn't buy it. In fact, we ran an
editorial praising the verdict.

You know, this guy just wouldn't take
responsibility for his own mistakes.

Something wrong?

I wanted to tell Lois to meet me at
Gable's house, but she's not answering.

Where could she be at this hour?

Where's Albie?

Albie couldn't make it.

Guess I'll just have to go jogging alone
this morning.

I don't think so.

Yeah. All right, come on. Sit.

Sit. We're out of here at this point,
right?

Yep. All right.

Let's go.

Easy.

That's not easy.

Crack it.

Looks good.

I must have really died, because, Angel,
this is heaven.

Casket transport in progress.

Gentlemen, I believe Buster is about to
arrive.

I could just have busted with the little
guy.

Now, what are you doing in there?

Do you honestly believe anything I say?

Uh, no.

Miss Lane, I presume.

My man in the cemetery was baffled at
your disappearance.

It was a unique escape plan, I give you
that.

I could return the compliment.

Mr. McCarthy, I believe love seats were
made for two.

Well, gentlemen, our team is now
complete.

Hello, Kent.

Where's Lois? She's in bed, probably,
like any normal person at six in the

morning. Hey, did you bring me a donut?

She's gone.

And what are you doing here anyway?

I slept on the fire escape, you know, in
case you needed me.

She must have snuck out when I went down
to the gas station to, you know, use

the facilities. Yeah, yeah, that's fine.

What do you know about Stanley Gables?

Just what you said about him last night.

Well, you don't think that Lois went
down to see him by herself.

There's one thing you should know about
Lois. She's very... Bold, headstrong,

unpredictable. To say the least. Woman
after my own heart.

Bad news.

You got blood.

Got to spray.

Looks

pretty

quiet to me.

Why don't you go around back, see if you
can find an open door.

This one's open.

After you.

Security systems are...

Put

the bomb right on the freezer lock.

Now, are you sure you know how to get to
the sub -zero chamber?

Just be on the roof in five minutes.

Where's Gabe?

Star Labs. He's going to release the
alpha virus into the atmosphere.

All right, I'm going to try to find a
phone and call the police.

Buster always delivers.

Everybody loves a good Stephen King
novel.

Now the city's going to live one.

I don't usually hurt people on purpose.

But for the killer of Mason Drake, I
might make an exception.

Don't go far.

There's nothing more you can do to me
beyond what Star Labs has already done.

Justice will be served.

It's not justice when innocent people
are made to suffer for your mistakes.

Oh?

Yes, it is.

Died with your partner, Scardino?

Please, call him Daniel.

Quite a story, kids.

I give my set of gold -plated Elvis
spoons to know what makes a guy like

tick. Well, that's the way it is today.
Everybody sees themselves as a victim.

That's like nobody takes responsibility
for their actions anymore. Well, I, for

one, take responsibility for mine right
now. I got a paper to put to bed.

So I can get out of here in time to have
a little candlelight dinner with Alice.

Night, Perry.

Night. Night, Chief.

So, Lois, do you want to go see a movie
or something?

Yeah, that sounds nice.

Something funny.

Yeah, I'll call and see what's playing.

I just came by to thank you for what you
did today.

Oh, that's okay.

And also to ask you a question.

What would you say if I asked you out
sometime?

Are you asking me out?

I didn't say that. I said, what would
you say if I did?

I don't know.

Tell you what.

The agency's keeping me around
Metropolis for a while.

Why don't you think about what you might
say, and we'll talk.

Well, looks like you have some choices
to make.