All language subtitles for Lois.Clark.The.New.Adventures.of.Superman.s04e22

What's the holdup?

You've been cooking for 15 seconds
and dinner's not ready yet?

Give me eight more seconds.
I promise you, it will be worth the wait.

Well, take 10.
I'm in the mood for dessert.

Delivery for Kent?

What is this? Come on in.

Just put it anywhere.

- There you go.
- There you go. Thanks.

Thank you, ma'am.

Honey, who was at the...?

Honey.

Is this your way of telling me
we can have a baby?

Open the gates.

Well, I guess this is adi�s, Dr. Mensa.

Hope this early parole
doesn't go to your head.

Sorry.

Look, I know we had our share
of run-ins while you were inside, but...

...no hard feelings, huh?

You know, you really are a fat-head.

No.

Don't call me Fat Head.

- Yours? This was your bassinet?
- Yeah, but I didn't have it sent here.

I haven't spoken to Dr. Klein.
Maybe my mom and dad...

When? They've been
in Metropolis for a week.

Well, that's them.
You can ask them yourself.

- Hi.
- Hi. Sorry, we forgot the key.

We haven't kept you from dinner,
have we?

No, we've had other things
to keep us busy.

- It got here.
- So you did send it.

Well, with all this talk of babies
in the air, we called home...

...and had our hired hand
send it as a surprise.

- If we were being a little...
- Presumptuous.

But the idea of a grandchild
is just so...

- Exciting. We wanted to help you get...
- Started and show you...

- Shortcuts, and pitch in like...
- Family, if that's...

- Okay?
- Yes.

Of course. I can't imagine
a better set of experts...

...than the people
that raised my husband.

We did do a good job, huh?

That's why I'm so anxious
to hear from Dr. Klein.

The world needs another Clark Kent.

Guard down at
the federal penitentiary.

Trouble at the penitentiary.

Who did this?

Apparently no one.
The gate came down on its own.

- How is that possible?
- We didn't think it was.

The brakes have gotta be taken off.
That big lever thrown.

- And no one touched him?
- The tower guard saw it happen.

The machinery moved
like it had a mind of its own.

I never did like Andy Williams.

Mensa. What are you doing here?
I thought you were in prison.

I'm rehabilitated...

...or so they say.

I've repented of my schemes
to knock over Fort Knox...

...and the Bank of England and...

...Merv Griffin's beach house.

- Or so they say.
- How did you get in here?

- The door was locked.
- I thought it open.

I could've thought my way
out of prison too...

...but I didn't wanna reveal my secret
and ruin my plans.

- What plans?
- The plan to take revenge...

...on those who betrayed me.

You told us the goal of Dynomonics
was to gather the best...

...and the brightest, develop
our mental abilities to the maximum...

...and together achieve greatness.
- Precisely.

What you really wanted
was to pull off criminal feats...

...no one had done before.

None of you had a problem with it
until the cops seized my weapons...

...and my plans and threw me into jail.

That was because
we were under your spell.

And not one of my trusted inner circle
came to my defense.

Is it my imagination,
or is your head bigger?

Did you know the average human
uses less than 10 percent of his brain?

I use 98.6 percent of mine.

- Is that why they call you Fat Head?
- I hate that name!

I spent five years in solitary,
using Dynomonics...

...to develop my brain to the ultimate.

- Why?
- Because I knew one day I'd be out.

Ready to start over right where
I left off, but this time, alone.

What's going on?
What are you doing?

Thinking.

A mind is a terrible thing to waste.

- Thanks for lunch, honey.
- Sure.

Now that you've rented lab space here
in town, we should do it more often.

Listen, about this reconciliation
between you and me...

...and you and Mother, I was just...

Oh, gosh, how do I say this?

- I was just hoping that you won't...
- Blow it.

Yeah, me too.
Family skills are uncharted waters.

Maybe for all three of us, huh?

Look, I gotta get going. This project
could put me on the scientific map.

- Really?
- If Vanna White does the infomercial.

Go get them, Daddy.

You know, it doesn't matter
how much money you have.

When your time is up, it's up.

- Fortune cookie.
- Carter Claven.

Rich, powerful, healthy, dead.

- Fell 30 stories.
- Suicide?

Exercycle bike went right out
the window with him on it.

- How?
- By itself.

- By itself?
- The cops said that it was like the bike...

...had a mind of its own or something.

That's what the guard told Superman
about the prison gates, isn't it?

Jimmy, see if you can find
any other connection...

...between the two deaths, okay?
- Got it.

Can we talk? Privately?

I just came back from STAR Labs.

Really?

Well, you could have just called me.

What'd Dr. Klein say?

Oh, you...

You couldn't just call me...

...because the news...

The news isn't good.

Dr. Klein ran
every possible test he could.

Poor guy could barely even face me.

But he told me
that Superman's biology...

...and an Earth woman's
are incompatible for reproduction.

I told myself I'd never make you cry.
I'm sorry.

I feel so confused.

I feel like I...

I feel like I lost something
I never really had.

We haven't lost anything, honey.

Look, you can't try
and make me feel better.

That's what you always do
with everything.

It's sweet, but I know
how you want kids.

Lois, I want you to hear me, okay?

Really hear me.

Every time...

Every time we make love,
we make love.

That's the strongest life force there is.

And whether or not that results
in another little person...

Yet for me, it is creation.

Oh, Clark.

You fill me with life.

Caught me.

I came down for a glass of milk
and I just...

...sort of noticed this sitting here.

I know.

Clark, you know how I get
when I wanna fix something?

Well, first you eat a lot of chocolate...

...while you figure out your next move.

Check.

Then you get that real determined look
on your face...

...sort of like you got right now.

And then the seas part.

Listen.

We have come through almost
every conceivable disaster...

...usually by inconceivable means.

And if conceiving is what we want...

...I think we're gonna have
to be fearless once again.

There's a man, a medical doctor...

...who's practiced his craft
over the years...

...on the cutting edge of science.

He's explored
some fairly esoteric areas.

In fact, he treated you once.

- He did?
- Saved your life.

He saved my...?

Wait a minute, honey.

- Your father?
- I know, the scam artist, the dreamer.

There are things
he would have to know.

You're right. We'd have to tell him.

We'd have to tell him everything.

- Hello.
- Mother.

Oh, hi, baby.

I just got into town
and I dropped by this...

...this rat hole that your father's
working in to surprise him.

You sound surprised too.

Listen, Mom,
it's great to hear your voice.

And it's not that I don't wanna talk
to you, but could I speak to Daddy?

Yes, of course, sweetheart.

Don't think for a minute
that I'm hurt. Sam.

Your daughter.

- Mother, we'll have lunch.
- Ellen, you'll have lunch.

- Yes, please, please. I'm fine, I'm fine.
- She's fine.

I know. I heard.

Listen, Daddy, I was wondering if...

...you could come
for coffee tomorrow morning.

Sure. What's going on?

I've never met one of Sam's
partners before.

Lots of times they were
locked up before I could.

This is nice, Mickey.

Misha. Name is Misha.

I didn't visit his lab much
when he was doing those crackpot...

...get-rich-quick schemes.
So, what are you two working on?

- Breasts-in-a-Bottle.
- Excuse me?

Breasts-in-a-Bottle.

Fabulous, full-figured fun in a pill.

So far it works only on mice.

- What is this?
- Is called Bummer-Be-Gone.

Eliminates all painful memories
from brain.

Really?

Mom likes to sleep in.

Maybe you just shouldn't even bother
waking her up.

Actually, why don't you just
not mention it to her at all.

Ah, I get it. Delicate issue, right?

Sure, fine. See you.

Mrs. Lane, I beg of you, no. Please.

- Let her rip, doc.
- Sam.

God's sake! Careful,
that thing hasn't been perfected yet.

- It could be dangerous.
- And years of repressed trauma aren't?

Honey, let me take you out to dinner,
see what I can do...

...to erase those painful memories.

All right, Sam. You're on.

I think Clark's secret is safe.

My dad will be the only
other person who knows. Mother!

I wish you wouldn't sound so shocked
when you say that.

I'm such a slug in the morning, but
I woke up feeling just glad to be alive.

Maybe because I had such
a good time last night.

Daddy, how nice.

Well, Sam, do you wanna
maybe go on in the kitchen...

...so that we can ask you
about that stuff for the story?

- Right.
- I would love to hear about it.

- No, no, no. You don't...
- I've got some coffee and some pastries.

It's just a lot of dry, technical stuff.
It isn't very interesting at all.

Sorry about your mother, honey.
She nabbed me just as I was leaving.

And since I'm trying
to rebuild our relationship...

...ditching her seemed to be
a bad idea. Are you all right?

Sam, you've done medical research
in a lot of different fields, right?

- Yeah.
- How about the field of infertility?

Infertility.

You two are trying to...

- Really? That's wonderful.
- Well...

...yeah, but see, the thing is...

If you guys are having trouble
getting pregnant...

...there are a lot of experts
more qualified than me.

Not necessarily. You see,
we've got an added challenge.

Daddy, telling you this next thing is...

Well, it's, it's one of the toughest
decisions we've ever had to make.

This is something
that has to be kept secret, Sam.

Unfortunately, even from Mother.

It's a dangerous secret, and only those
that have to know, have to know.

A secret from Mother, that's easy.

Honey?

What you just did there,
that's humanly impossible.

Exactly.

Mensa.

Or is it Fat Head now?

Don't call me Fat Head!

No! No! Stop! Please! Help!

You could've been the Commissar
of Science in my Dynomonics empire.

Then I would have had to have killed
thousands of people...

...blown up thousands of buildings.
I could not live with that.

And double-crossing me,
you think you can live with that?

No, please. You must listen
to what I am saying.

How do you say
"So long, loser" in Russki?

If Misha dies, secret dies with him.

Secret? What secret?

Secret of giving you power
you always dream of.

With what? Breasts-in-a-Bottle?

Weapon. Secret weapon
you once begged me to create.

You did it?

You're telling me you've
actually built the gizmo?

Yes. Yes.

Amplifier that will harness
Fat Head's superior mental ability...

...multiplied thousand-fold,
and make you able to bend anyone...

...or anything to your will.

Well, don't just stand there,
you quivering, craven coward. Trot it out!

- Is not perfected yet.
- Not perfected?

Little fine tuning. Needs a little
fine tuning, then perfected very soon.

You have till tomorrow morning.

And don't even think
about running out on me.

I've got eyes and ears everywhere.

And more importantly...

...I got a brain.

Sam. You look like you're in shock.

I'm fine, fine, fine.

All right, if you say so.

It's almost as if you weren't
helping them on a story...

...but hearing some earth-shattering
news instead.

- That's not it, of course.
- No, no, no.

- We should be going.
- Yes, we should.

You know, this sounds so ridiculous,
but I have this crazy feeling...

...that everybody here
knows something I don't.

Mother, what would we know
that you don't?

You're right. I'm being silly.

- Are you dying?
- No.

Well, that's great!

Martha, don't forget to give me
the recipe for the popovers.

- Do you bake?
- No, not really.

Well, all right.

Sam, I'll get Superman's files
from STAR Labs as soon as I can.

And...

...thank you.
- He was a terrible cook.

Sam. Sam, are you coming?

Or do you have some more secret stuff
to discuss with Clark?

Oh, my God. In a few hours
he's going to be here.

- Sam. Sam.
- Not now, Misha.

I'm up to my knees in Shinola here.

This morning I have to deliver a machine
that will super-enhance the brain's energy.

I didn't know such a thing existed.

It doesn't.

These figures can't be right.

You've got to help me, Sam.

What the hell are you working on
over there?

It's a little project of mine.
It's nothing important.

You wouldn't be holding out on me,
Sam, would you?

I'm in real trouble.
If you've got something there...

...that can help buy me some time...

No, no, no, I don't think so.

Sam, I'm going to have
a cup of coffee.

- You want one?
- Coffee. Yeah, thanks.

No problem, partner.

Anything for you, partner.

You're going to tell me
your secrets, Sam.

All of them.

It's a new dawn.
Unsleuthable crimes untraceable to me.

Hey, hey, wait a minute!

Where's the challenge?

Now we rendezvous at my place.
Follow that car.

I can't stop. I can't...

- Look out!
- Oh, my God!

- Are you all right, sir?
- It wasn't me, Superman.

The car just drove itself.

Him.

I heard about him
the whole time I was in prison.

Superman.

Okay, this one is pretty strange.

First the guard gets knocked out
by his own gun.

Then the armored car takes off,
and the driver said it was driving itself.

Like the exercise bike moved by itself,
or the prison gate moved by itself...

...just as Klaus Mensa was released.

By the way, I found out that Klaus Mensa
started this cult called Dynomonics.

They believed anything can be achieved
with advanced mental techniques.

I'm gonna try my father again.
I don't know why he's not answering.

- Good morning.
- Mother.

- Am I interrupting anything?
- No.

Hi, this is Sam Lane.
I'm not in right now, so if you'll...

- Calling your father?
- No. Yes.

Just to say hi.

He said he couldn't see me last night.
He was working.

- He said he was working for you.
- He did?

- On that story that you're doing.
- Yes, right.

Clark, look. Mother.

Hi, Ellen.

Sam's busy, so I thought maybe
I could steal Lois here for lunch.

Well, I'd love to.

Lois, Clark, I forgot to tell you,
Ms. Bailey's on her way over here from...

Jimmy.

I just, I can't believe you guys
are thinking about...

- It's for a story, Jimmy.
- Yeah, here.

Well, looks like I'm not available,
I'm sorry.

- How about dinner, tonight?
- Yeah, that'll be fine.

Honey, if you were dying,
I'd know, wouldn't I?

- Yes.
- Before a lot of other people, I mean.

You would be at the top
of my death-notification list.

Thank you, sweetheart. You'll see.

It's the little things that count
when you're a mom.

Sam, for the last time,
what are you working on?

What is this secret project?

I'm... I'm...

Stop it, old fool.
We're running out of time.

I'm trying to help my daughter...

I don't know how much more
of this you can take.

I'm trying to help my daughter.

She's... married to...

...Superman.

Clark Kent?

I'm not having a good morning.

- Where's my machine?
- Not quite perfected yet, unfortunately.

What did you say?

But, I have some information
you might like just as much.

Well, well, well.

You know, we almost forgot
that we even...

...made this appointment, Miss Bailey.

When we started talking
about having kids...

...we thought we'd explore
all of our options.

And we didn't know much
about the adoption process.

Our task at County Adoption isn't just
finding the right child for a parent...

...it's finding the right parent
for our children.

I've started a preliminary work-up
on the two of you...

...to get an idea of your suitability.

- You have?
- It wasn't difficult.

You are, after all,
two of our most prominent citizens.

- I don't know if I'd say most prominent.
- Don't be modest, Ms. Lane.

Your contributions to this city
couldn't possibly be overestimated.

Well, you know, we try.

Which brings me to the problem.

Problem?

Mr. Kent.
You are a model of propriety.

You do your job, you make an excellent
income, you shun the spotlight.

Out of a possible 100 points,
I gave you 97.

Thank you.

- What did I get?
- Something lower.

Ms. Lane, on almost a weekly basis
you manage to dangle...

...above the jaws of death.

I dangle above the jaws of death?

Like an hors d'oeuvre.
Usually in situations so terrifying...

...you require rescue by Superman.

But it's not like she's looking
for the jaws of death.

- I can't help it.
- That's what I'm talking about.

You may be what we
in psychology call...

...a thrill addict.
- What?

Someone who places oneself
in danger...

...to satisfy some subliminal need.

On the face of it, I'd say you have
an obsession with Superman.

I do not.

Nineteen? You gave him a 97
and you gave me a 19?

And that includes five points
for being a U.S. citizen.

Ms. Bailey, my wife
is a complete professional.

Someone who cares
very, very much about this world.

Frankly, she's the best person
that I know.

Now, any child who's lucky enough
to have Lois as their mother...

...will be the luckiest child alive.
- That may be, Mr. Kent...

...and these work-ups are preliminary,
but at this point...

...I certainly couldn't recommend
placing a child in your home.

Ellen. Hi.

Free for lunch?
You may be the only person who is.

Not that you were my last choice.

- You seem a little blue.
- I don't know.

Maybe it's just my imagination.
I just get the impression that everyone...

Well, not everyone, I mean,
just you and Jonathan and Lois...

...and Clark and Sam
know something that I don't.

- Oh, Ellen.
- I know.

It would just make me feel so much
better if you could just say to me:

"Ellen, may God strike me dead
if we're keeping something from you. "

Hello. Hi.

No, dear, he's not here.

We haven't been able
to get hold of him, either.

Jonathan's gone over to check on him.

Bye.

Well, I'm sure that
was none of my business.

Ellen, I think if you could
just look at this objectively.

You know, you say that
like you're talking to a healthy person.

Martha, I have as much self-esteem
as chipped beef.

And it's starting to feel
like every single person in the world...

...knows something I don't.

That's just ridiculous.

I know a secret.

- My God, even him.
- Come on.

- What do you want?
- I want you, ladies.

You're coming with me.

Sam, I don't mean to nag,
but do you do any checking...

...on these crackpots
before you sign them up as partners?

- I'm not a crackpot.
- No, dear, trust me. You are.

Look, I thought I was free
of Fat Head years ago.

But now he's caught me between
his stupid fat head and a hard place.

He'll kill me if I don't help him.

- Jonathan.
- Are you all right?

Shut up.

Well, when it comes to Superman's
nearest and dearest...

...I pretty much have myself
a complete set.

- What the hell does that mean?
- Ellen.

Well, I don't know, I think he's got us
confused with somebody else.

Don't play stupid with me, blondie.

We all know what I'm talking about.

- Don't we?
- What, even him?

- He got it from him.
- Oh, that's wonderful.

Thanks a lot, Sam.

There's a shipment of gold bullion
at the New Troy Bank...

...awaiting an escort to Fort Knox.

That gold is ours, Misha.

No one's gonna try to stop us,
not even Superman...

...because he knows
what will happen if he tries.

Doesn't he?

What?

Honey, she is not the final word
on this.

Don't be sad.

I'm not sad, I'm angry.
You know, it's discrimination.

What? No people with risky jobs
can have kids?

So I guess cops and test pilots
and trapeze artists can forget it too.

And what does she think?
Does she think that I'm deliberately...

...gonna run around sticking my neck out
after I adopt a child?

I mean, how dumb
does she think I am?

See, this is why I love you.

- Because I'm crabby?
- No, because you never give up.

We'll figure something out.

You know, in the meantime
we'll just have a terrific family of two.

Okay, guess which cult
Mr. Exercise Bike was involved with?

- Dynomonics.
- Yep. Run by Klaus Mensa.

He believed the mind was capable
of anything. Spent his life...

...trying to focus the power
of his whole brain.

Not just the little that most of us use.

This is really interesting. All right.

This is a picture taken of him
before he went to prison. And this...

...was taken after he got out.

In prison he got
the nickname Fat Head.

Wonder why, huh?

His head looks like
an over-developed muscle.

Clark, that prison guard died
after Fat Head was released...

...by a gate closing by itself.

And the exercise bike
that killed Carter Clavens...

And the armored truck
that Superman stopped.

Have you ever seen Uri Geller
do his act?

He focuses his mind on a fork...

And it bends, all by itself.

Telekinesis. I think Klaus Mensa's
turned his mind into a deadly weapon.

Full tactical alert...

...repeat, full tactical alert.
- What are you hearing?

- New Troy Bank...
- I'm not sure.

...235 West Hanover Street.
- Something with the New Troy Bank.

Bank robbery's going down.
We can't get close.

- How many of them are there?
- One.

- Armed with what?
- Nothing.

And he did all this?

All right, Mensa, that's enough.

Your powers won't work on me.

Probably true. That's why I got ahold
of the people you love the most.

You know who I'm talking about.
The big four.

So you so much as look cross-eyed at me
and, well, it won't be a pretty death.

You think I'm joking, big boy? Try me.

- Not so sure of yourself now, are you?
- Think this through, Misha.

Sitting around in that cult, a crime spree
might've sounded kind of fun...

...but this is serious.
Those cops are hurt.

Any chance of you rebuilding your life
is getting mighty slim.

Shut up, both of you.
I don't have a choice.

You doubt I'm holding on
to your loved ones...

...I'll let them talk to you,
over a frequency only you and I can hear.

He says he's got our parents.

Well, the little wife
showed up too. Perfect.

Hi. I'm afraid it's true.

He's got me too.

- He does have them.
- Superman. Ellen Lane.

All right, I'll help you. What do we do?

Rainbows follow stormy skies.

Your father just said,
"Rainbows follow stormy skies. "

He used to say that when I was a kid.

It means everything's all right.

All right, stop right there.

No closer, pal. That's it.

Okay, I warned you. Gas them.

Hey, didn't you hear that?
Man, you are a cold fish.

Lieutenant, I'm gonna take this car...

...and personally drive it back
to the penitentiary myself.

Superman, we couldn't hold Fat Head.
He's gone.

I'm in big trouble, here. Superman
doesn't care that I killed his parents.

The guy's gone berserk. Where's that
machine for my brain power?

- It's not ready yet.
- I don't care if it's not ready.

Hook me up. The guy
will be here any second.

All right, but I'm warning you.

Okay, hit it.

Too late, Superman. I am invincible.

All right, shut it down.

I can't. Something is wrong.

His mental strength is amplifying
the power of the machine.

Wait a minute! His parents?

I know what the big secret is!

His head's back to normal,
and his powers seem to be gone.

What about the others?

Others? What others?

My God!

You know something?
I have no unpleasant memories.

The Bummer-Be-Gone! It works!

Well, my parents are back to normal.

Clueless that their son-in-law
moonlights in tights.

I guess knowing I'm Superman...

...brought them nothing
but unpleasantness.

So now that memory is gone.

I don't think Mom remembers
being mad at Daddy, either.

Apparently not, because I caught them
kissing on the terrace.

Clark, I'm sorry.

For what?

I'm sorry that Daddy can't find anything
wrong with STAR Lab's data.

He doesn't think we'll be able
to have kids.

Honey, I have not,
for one second, doubted in us.

We live the impossible.

A child is something brought about
by love, isn't it?

Well, then that, above all else,
has got to be possible for us.

What? What are you hearing?

I'm not sure.

Well, what does it sound like?

I can't actually believe
what it sounds like.

"Lois and Clark,
this child belongs to you. "

- Son? Everything all right?
- Is everyone okay?

- We saw the lights.
- Lois?

Yeah, yeah, everyone,
everything is absolutely fine.

Mom and Dad, and...

...Mom and Dad,
we have something to tell you.

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