All language subtitles for Death.And.Return.Of.Superman.2019

MPD Tech-Ops to
Metropolis City Hall. 2078W in progress.

Kidnapping with advanced weapons.
Got to be Intergang.

They took out half the reserve
with their tech weapons last week.

Makes you nostalgic
for assault rifles.

It's a laugh
to chose the plaza, Maggie.

These assholes are expecting something
to wreck, Dan. Probably with a cape.

Lucky me,
I know a back way.

Get Mr. Mayor and his
better half out of here

before we get in trouble
from the man upstairs.

Didn't know you
was a believer, boss.

That ain't the man upstairs
I'm talking about.

Step away from
the Mayor, Mannheim.

Don't give me a reason.

Then you shouldn't
have given me one.

You, make sure they're dead.
Painfully sure.

And you, grab our esteemed
Mayor while I call for a ride.

Okay. I'll get you
out of here.

Come on, fella. You don't
want to be a cop killer.

Yeah, why's that?

Huh?

Hey, ever wonder what it
feels like to fall from a great distance?

Let's find out.

Oh, looks like it hurts.

Be right back.

Work, damn it!
Stupid piece of crap!

You're supposed to
transport me on my command.

Don't bother.
Fried it with my heat vision.

Only place you're being
transported to, Mannheim,

it's got three squares a day,
and lights out at 8:00.

Son of a...

You know, if there's one
thing I can't stand, it's a bully.

Guys like you
give Metropolis a bad name.

But you should know
by now, Mannheim,

no one tears my city apart
and gets away with it.

I feel like I say this a couple of
times a week but thanks, Superman.

I don't know what
we'd do without you.

You sound like a guy who
wants my vote, Mr. Mayor.

Hey, hey.
That's my friend there.

Superman!
Hey, it's me, your old buddy.

Bibbo Bibbowski. How is
the unluckiest sailor in town?

Ah, come on. You ain't have to
save my bacon that many times!

Anyway, ain't no sailor no more.
I'm a restaurateur.

Ace O' Clubs Bar and Grill.

How about a picture
for the joint?

Yeah.

Stupid thing. Never works
when you need it to.

I got you covered.

Jimmy Olsen,
you're a lifesaver.

Say Superman!

Superman!

Thanks, big guy.

I'll make sure to get
this to you, Mr. Bibbowski.

See you down at the joint, kid.
The ribs are on me.

Thanks, Jimmy. I really have
to get going.

Leaguers, is anyone...

- Available?
- 'Sup?

I have to be somewhere.
Think you could help with the cleanup?

Oh, again?

I swear you guys think I'm some
sort of one-man janitorial crew.

Well, while you're at it,
my apartment could use a going over.

Whoa! What the hell
have you been up against?

An Intergang crew that somehow
got a hold of a Mother Box.

And that's not all.
This armor's from Apokolips, too.

How you figure?

I'm wearing the same stuff,
remember?

Oh, great. Leftovers
from our war with Darkseid.

We need to get this analyzed.
Maybe one of the others could help.

No, we need someone
who's worked with this crap.

Someone who knows it
inside and out.

We need my dad.

I could take it to him if you want.
I know you two don't exactly...

Nah, it's cool. No problem
ever got better by avoiding it.

Well, at least,
I won't be slowing you down on cleanup.

- Later, partner.
- I owe you one, Flash.

You owe me
about 30.

I wonder if it's too late
to join the Titans.

Is there an age limit?

He's gonna take
pictures with anyone who asks.

The guy just can't
help himself.

You said
two minutes, tops.

Sorry, Miss Lane,
tech-enhanced gangsters

kidnapping the Mayor and
other assorted distractions.

I know. I saw it live.

Are you sure you're not
just getting old?

You'll have to tell me
what that's like.

Ha! Super touche.

Your stories about Superman
helped me earn the people's trust.

Now it's time they learned
about the Kryptonian tech

that brought the strange visitor
from another planet to Earth.

And here's the compartment
that contained me as an infant.

Throughout the trip, it was
in charge of monitoring

my genetic makeup as well
as my basic metabolism.

Not to mention
midnight feedings.

How did it do all this?

I've only gotten so far
studying Kryptonian technology.

That's why I handed the job over
to Dr. Klyburn and her crew.

Which we were more
than happy to take on.

Only recently have we discovered these
super condensed ionized crystals.

We believe they acted as hyperwave
acceleration units for transport.

Oh, the gas.

To put it simply. We pulled it
from the main section of the pod,

the baby's car seat,
so to speak.

It can only be
activated one way.

You might want to look away for a
moment, Miss Lane.

Kryptonian tech
can be a bit overwhelming.

Holy...

Your identity genome
is confirmed, Kal-El.

I am the data matrix, the physical
embodiment of a personally attuned program

designed as a repository for all
that is Kryptonian in nature.

My sole purpose on this
journey is to inform you,

assist you and protect you
and all Kryptonian life.

- During...
- Wait a second. Is he...

Yes, Miss Lane.

You're looking at the last
son of Krypton's nanny.

Keep watching.

As I have
also been entrusted

with preserving the history
of all Kryptonian bloodlines.

We will begin with yours.

- The House of El.
- Wait, is that...

There's your headline,
Miss Lane.

I'll like you and the rest of
the world to meet my parents.

So, what do you think?

I don't know what
to say. It's...

Hey, Superman,
looking good.

It's gonna be a reminder
of just how alien you are.

People forget that when you're
saving them from falling airplanes.

True, but I have faith that...

Hey, you rock, Superman!

Thanks. You do... too.

There's a really
smart woman I know

who always says daylight
is the best disinfectant.

Lift back to the Planet?

And save me from expensing cab fare
to Perry White? You are heroic.

You know me,
always saving the day.

Thanks for the ride.
I gotta go.

- There he is!
- Hey Superman, can I get a selfie?

Me too.

- You're in a rush.
- Got a big story.

I don't want
to spoil your day

but you're looking at the guy
with an exclusive on Intergang.

Well, that's nice.
Come with me.

What's
bigger than Intergang?

You'll find out.

No, right. You had that
interview with your super friend.

I know what that means.

In here.

You're always on fire
after seeing him.

Should I be jealous?

I think it's the tights.

I can pick up a pair
if that's all it takes.

Perfect. Wear 'em on our trip
to the Hamptons this weekend.

Uh, about that...

Oh, no.
No, no, no, no, no.

Do you know how hard
it is for me to get away?

I gave up that interview
with the Secretary of State!

- I can explain.
- Really?

You mean it's not
some secret meeting

with some secret spies
in some secret location?

My parents are in town.

Serious? So,
you buried the lede?

This weekend just got
a whole lot more interesting.

Um... I don't...

You don't what?

Want me to meet them?

Don't you think it's time?

Lois, wait.
It's just that...

Look, Clark, I'm not
gonna waste time

worrying if a guy likes me or not.
We're both adults.

I know it was my idea to keep things
secret at work, but I'm really trying here.

No. No, you're right.
You should meet them.

It's just that this is
uncharted territory for me

and there's some things
I need to get used to sharing.

Clark, it's your parents.

What am I gonna find out?

That you were a huge dork?

I already know that.

It'll be fine. Just fine.

Well, Dr. Stone,
what's the verdict?

It matches what we've seen from other
Apokoliptian tech, but not completely.

John, can you come
here for a moment?

I can't remember the last
time you asked for help.

Dr. Irons is one of S.T.A.R.
Labs premier engineers.

If it's about this metal,
Silas, I've been... Oh.

That's him.

- Have we met?
- At a construction site, once.

I had just quit LexCorp and
wanted to get my mind off it.

I remember. Nice shirt.

I wear it with pride.

Oh, can we just
do this already?

What'd you find, John?

It's definitely
from Apokolips.

But it's been bonded with Earth-based
tri-formulite at an atomic level.

The combination
makes this stronger.

Incredible!

That means it's even
stronger than you, Victor.

Always got an encouraging
word, huh, Dad?

You'd need some very sophisticated
resources to produce an alloy like this.

The S.T.A.R. Labs could do it,
but it sure didn't come from here.

Maybe Wayne Tech. Or even...

Of course. Cyborg,
we'll catch up later.

Thank you both for
your time and expertise.

You're welcome, Superman.

I appreciate you bringing
me in on this, son.

It's been a long time.

Yeah, I know.
Sorry about that.

Dr. Irons, you good?

Better than ever, Victor.

Lose something, Lex?

I'm sorry. What are we
blaming me for now, Superman?

Those weapons
this morning.

They're based
on alien technology,

but clearly modified
for Intergang here on Earth.

Ooh, that sounds scary.

But as you can see, I spend my days under
house arrest, wearing this crude leash.

I've added a little dash
of Kryptonite green.

Don't worry, it's not real.

Oh, come on.

Intergang has connections all over
the planet. It could be anyone.

We'll get to
the bottom of it, Lex.

And when we do, I'll be back.

You know something
I don't know?

Only that this city's never going
to love you just for hating me.

But Senator, the rents on
those slums were raised 200%.

As the newly disclosed owner,
you must have some kind of a comment.

- I guess not.
- Incoming.

I heard something juicy
and I had to share.

Doesn't Daily Planet Live
go on the air in two minutes?

Mmm-mmm. I'm not on
until the second segment.

I'm sure it could wait.

So you're meeting
the parents?

Oh, God, make it stop.

Lois, you're great.
I respect you.

I wanted to be you until
I found out on camera

there's more than digging
through government garbage.

- Who told you anyway?
- You did, just now.

I had a suspicion something was up when
you stopped calling him "Smallville."

I did?

Sweetie, the women here notice
everything about tall, handsome men.

And the only competition in
this place is Steve Lombard,

and he makes me feel
like I need a shower.

Hello ladies, did someone
mention the Stevenator?

Yes, I think it was
human resources.

You see my point.

Hey!

Listen, Cat, Clark and I are
just good friends right now.

You wanna spread it around
the office? Have at it.

- Just let me get back to work, okay?
- Okay, okay.

Just be careful.

You always said Clark seemed different,
like he's got a wall around him.

It's like he doesn't want anyone to
get too close, you know what I mean?

Yeah, I guess I do.

We need you
on set, Miss Grant.

That's my cue. See ya.

Dropped something?

As your long-suffering,
devoted wife,

I'm used to your butter
fingers at home

but, Hank, you're setting
a bad example for the others.

Yeah, Commander,
I'm starting to wonder

if we got the wrong
Henshaw in charge.

Guys, I'm happy to let
Terri call the shots,

but I got to warn you,
I'm considered the nice Henshaw.

Yeah, right.

Terri, give Houston a call.

Looks like they were right
about the hydraulic struts.

The launch vibration probably
knocked some screws loose.

Knocked some screws
loose. Very technical.

Well, I'm sure you can science
that up a bit, Madam Engineer.

Houston, this is Excalibur.
Come in, Houston.

Come on,
Space Rangers.

Last looks before
we head back in.

It's your ninth trip up here, boss.
You can't still be dazzled.

I'm just looking
for a red cape.

You can see it
if he's above the exosphere.

He's been up here twice, you know.
Saved my ass, one time.

Yes, sir.
You can always count on Superman.

I hated to
interrupt your plans.

How was your night
in the town, Mr. Luthor?

Phenomenal, Gregory.

But then again,
every private performance by the Bolshoi

is a little better
when it's forbidden.

Do you have something for me?

Uh...
Right.

Sometimes I forget which one of us the
government's placed under house arrest.

I don't.

Hank? They need you
back online. Important.

Henshaw here. What's up?

Oh, hell!

We've got unidentified
debris heading our way.

Everyone, back
to the ship. Now!

Leave it!

Always happy to walk among the
greatest minds of this generation.

That's why I bought them.

That specimen's clearly
porphyritic rock.

Read a book, you clod.

At last, someone understands
Euclid's fifth postulate.

Too bad it's not you.

I do not suffer fools, people.

The world is filled
with too many already,

obsequious cretins
who worship aliens,

believing them to be
the agents of justice.

But I have seen the alien's true face.
I understand his threat.

In spite of my false conviction
at the hands of these vigilantes,

LexCorp has stayed on mission,
redoubling its efforts

to find the next
alien Ubermensch

and crush it
in its infancy.

- Now, show me what you've found.
- Okay.

They hacked into Houston's
encrypted feed

from the Excalibur shuttle,
and something's heading our way.

We've got 30 seconds.
You need to fire engines now!

I'd like to see what they're running
away from. Do we have a satellite nearby?

Enlarge.

Does that asteroid look
unusual to you?

- It looks lumpy.
- Hmm.

I was going
to say pregnant.

Tether's still attached,
Bay door's open. 12 degrees.

I don't care. Initiate
primary thrusters now!

Captain, impact! We're breaking up!

We lost starboard
thrusters and...

Oh, my God, Hank,
we're not gonna make it.

- What do you say, Captain?
- Like hell, we're not!

Superman will save us,
just like always.

We're breaking up!

Stay calm, everyone.
He's on his way. I know it.

- Lose some thrusters. Out of control...
- Hey, what are you...

It's okay, Terri. You can
always count on Superman.

Terri, no!

Superman, I knew
you'd come.

Mr. Luthor?
I have to hurry before I'm missed.

The meteorite's impact was
in the mid-Atlantic channel,

coordinates 4712 North,
74595 West.

Did you get that?

You son's anti-toxin will
be delivered within the hour.

Congratulations on his survival.

Time to go for a swim.

Clark, flank me!

Seriously, Diana.
We need to use code names in the field.

You just called me Diana.

But that's what you
want to be called.

You want to be called Superman?

Sounds like even your ego
is super strong.

I just don't need
my real name public.

Besides...

I like Superman.

Because Wonder Man sounds
like we're married?

No. Because
she gave it to me.

You mean Lois?

Yeah, Lois.

Funny how you use her actual name,
but don't allow her to know yours.

It's a complicated
relationship.

Kind of like ours was.

It was nice for a while.

Yes, it was.

It's just as well.

I wasn't very good at playing
this masquerade of yours.

Towel?

I don't sweat.

Maybe not on the outside.

Guys, Lennon
finally made it.

We're all in
the meeting room.

Descending
down, past 9,000 meters.

2,500 meters. I hear something
off the port side.

I'm paying you for
your experience, Hazelwood.

Be skittish on
your own time.

We're already at
10,000 meters, Mr. Luthor.

Dive deeper. I wanna
find that meteorite.

Uh, Mr. Luthor,
there's someone out there.

Those are Atlanteans,
you idiot. Aquaman's tribe.

Hold on, Lex.
I'm picking up something.

I suppose you want us to find
out where that's coming from.

You suppose correctly.

They stopped.

Something just grabbed them!
I can't get a visual.

It sounds like they're being torn apart!

Mr. Luthor,
are you still there?

We've better get out of here!
We gotta... We gotta...

What the hell?

He's gone.

Go back. I want
to see that thing again.

Amazing. A creature
who's traveled light years

through space and survived
a catastrophic entry to Earth.

The Blue Boy Scout could
have some competition.

Okay, next up, the operating budget
for the upcoming fiscal year.

Utilities are above what the
UN cleared for funding, guys.

I'll handle it.
Move on, Cyborg.

Wonder Woman merchandise
did very well this year.

I can step up when the Wayne
Foundation falls short.

You're kidding, right?

Okay, okay. Let's just agree we
have this covered. What else?

Just the Excalibur incident.

Only three bodies recovered.

I've got my guards
investigating the impact area.

S.T.A.R. Labs wanted
some rock samples.

All right. Well, if that's
it, we'll meet next Thursday.

Same Bat time,
same Bat channel.

- I won't be here.
- Why?

Yeah, if I can be here,
you can be here.

Dude, it takes you all of three
seconds to get here and back.

Two at most,
but point taken.

I have a meeting with the headmaster
at Damian's boarding school.

No way! Batman has a
parent-teacher conference? That's great.

Are you in the PTA too?
Tell me you're in the PTA.

I'm Batman.

We need more chaperones
for homecoming.

Who has to be
convinced to sign up?

I'm just joking.
I think that's great.

Is he still
glaring at me?

Hmm.

We could just push the
meeting back to that evening.

Ah, can't. I've got
rehearsal dinner that night.

Is he in a play?

He's getting married. Somehow.

Yup, married the next day.

Limos, banquet hall, DJ,
the whole shebang.

Just immediate family,
you understand?

Does Iris know?

She better,
she picked the date.

No, I mean, does
she know about you?

Are you kidding?
I told her ages ago.

Oh, geez, Supes. You can't drop
a bomb like that on a honeymoon.

- Aren't you worried?
- About what?

About bringing her
into your world?

The dangers, the sacrifice...

Clark, that's what
marriage is all about.

This calls for a toast.
We've got some beer in the fridge.

I know. Milk for you.

Congratulations. Where you going?
Fiji, Bora Bora, SeaWorld?

Okay, Flash,
there are times when speed is not good.

So next thing I know,
he's climbed on top of that bull.

It couldn't throw off
my little Clark though.

The kid was
a daredevil.

This Clark? The guy
who irons his socks?

Dad, come on! TMI.

- What's that mean?
- Too much information, Jonathan.

I'm sure Lois has heard
half these stories before.

Not really.

Not at all.

That's because if my folks
have taught me one thing,

it's not to talk
about myself.

That's a parent's job.

Mission accomplished.
Sounds like there's a lot I don't know.

Warn me now, if I should
keep my distance.

Well, you wouldn't be the first
young lady to break his heart.

TMI, Ma!

Oh, now, we're getting
to the good stuff.

Well, first there was
Lana, lovely girl, lived next door.

She'd come over every once in a
while, not... not like Pete Ross.

I mean, he was
there every day.

I always wondered
about that boy.

Well, then there was the girl on the
swim team. Laurel, Laura... um...

Lori. Lori Lemaris.

I remember her.
She was quite a catch.

- Pa!
- Clark's right.

Maybe we shouldn't talk about her.
I am serving halibut.

Come on. Taxi!

Here it comes.
And there it goes.

You okay?

You couldn't wait to get me
out of there, could you?

Well, that's not true. I didn't want
you to be bored by all those stories.

Bored? Clark,
this is the first time

I think I've ever learned
anything about you.

To be honest, it drove home how
much distance you keep between us.

Lois, you know me
better than anyone.

Then that's a real shame.

Nothing is more important
to me than you.

I just have trouble
showing it.

There's something else
going on, and sometimes

I feel like it scares you
that I might get to the truth.

Taxi!

On second thought,
I think I'm gonna walk.

I think I'm at the spot
where the killer emerged.

I don't see
any sign of him.

I need to get back
to the others.

I've got the coordinates.
I'll let everyone know.

Sorry for your loss, man.

I'm sorry.

I guess we talked too much
tonight, didn't we?

You were fine, Ma.

We're getting old.
The secrets, uh...

They don't seem as
important as they used to.

They served a purpose.
Still do.

She's a nice girl, Clark.
You deserve someone special.

The problem is, the more special they
are, the more you want to protect them.

I know. But you should have
choices like anyone else.

We raised you so that
you could be yourself.

We didn't raise you
to be alone, honey.

I've never been alone.

Not since the day
you and Pa took me in.

Brian?

Cat, please.

At least let me
have my coffee first.

Abracadabra.
Here, caffeine, ingest and go.

There's nothing to say.

That's never true.

Isn't there a Wayne or a
Kardashian you could be chasing?

You, Kent,
the Kansas crew.

Was he all nervous
and shaky like he gets?

I gotta start
taking the stairs.

Well, you know, he got here early.

- Clark?
- Yup.

And he keeps finding
reasons to walk by your desk.

Cat, seriously,
can you lay off?

Things didn't go
quite as expected.

Having you press buttons is
really not helping anything.

Lois!

I stopped and got
you some...

coffee.

Should I leave?

No, Cat. I was just looking
for a background

on a Congressman
Lois interviewed last year.

Maybe we can meet for lunch.
We need to talk.

Okay. I can eat
around 2:00 p.m.

That'd be great.
Whatever works for you, works for me.

There's a place
in Hob's Bay.

Get the address from Jimmy
and I'll meet you there.

Wow!

- So, what do you think?
- It's hard to say.

He's nervous, that's for sure.
It could be nothing.

You know how men
are, you never know.

Hmm. Yeah,
you're in trouble.

I'm sorry.

Don't order a lot for lunch.
You don't wanna be bloated when, mmm...

I got the alert. What's up?

Just wanted you to
know there's action in your zone.

- Where?
- I think we're okay for now.

Flash and a few others
are already headed out.

Initial reports are some
kind of creature.

Arthur spotted something
off shore, might be related.

I've got a lunch
with Lois but I'll cancel.

We're good with who we have.

This lunch wouldn't have anything to do
with what we were discussing the other day?

Call if the League
needs me.

Is that your way of saying,
"Mind your own business?"

Yup.

It killed him. It killed him!

Oh, my God!
Goodness!

If anyone's watching this,
send help.

This monster's
killing everyone!

Oh, no!

No!

It's okay, kid.
We're here now.

Flash, civilians!

Hawk's still alive.

Lantern?
We need a perimeter.

Like hell! This is no time
for a rope-a-dope.

I'm a member of
the Green Lantern Corps.

We eat monsters
like this for breakfast.

Okay, I didn't see
that coming.

Alert. Three leaders down and we
only just got here. Need backup, now.

Dabney Donovan,
how's my hard-earned money being spent?

Lex, why it's all in front of you.
Every penny.

I'll stay here. I don't
do crazy very well.

- Still carrying the gun?
- Oh yes.

You never know when one of
my babies might break out.

They get... confused.

Any progress?

Hit or miss, I expect to have more
obedient samples soon. Very soon.

I don't want samples.
I want an army.

It's difficult
replicating DNA.

We need a more
durable code.

Now, that creature
you told me about...

We're tracking it down, Dabney.
Don't count your chickens.

What about this one?

This was to be the prototype.

- It's still growing.
- Lex!

We found it.

Fall, you bastard!

And then I says
to Superman, I says,

"Hit him with an uppercut.
Now counterpunch, counterpunch!"

And that's pretty much how I helped
him save the city, more or less.

That's quite a story.

- I got a hundred of 'em.
- I'll bet you do.

How about menus,
do you have any of those?

Oh yeah. Here you go.

Try the ribs. It comes with super
sauce and a side of super slaw.

Um, super!

I'm sorry. Jimmy
loves this place.

Jimmy Olsen eats
chili dogs for breakfast.

So, what did you
want to talk about?

Okay.

The other day you said it
felt like I was holding back,

like something was wrong.

You were right.

Okay. Glad to know
I'm not crazy.

Well, this doesn't have
to be a bad break-up.

I'm still gonna come
to work each day.

If that's a problem,
it's on you to deal with. I...

Wait, let me finish.

There's a reason
why I'm so secretive.

And I think you deserve
to know why.

And?

I'm Superman.

That's... That's good,
Clark. You got me.

Look at me.

Oh, my God!

This is insane. But it makes
total sense. You...

You always showed up around the same time.
It was like you were just there.

And you were good,
too good.

Oh, my God, this is so unethical.
You wrote stories about yourself.

Well, yeah, but only
a couple of times.

I really wanted the job.

You never take vacations,
you never sweat, you never tan...

Are those people
even your parents?

They are, but you know,
it's complicated.

Oh, my God!
You're from another planet!

My boyfriend's
from another planet.

Listen, Lois, I'm just a guy from a small
town who wants to do the right thing.

But doing what I do could
put my family in danger.

I did this so that they wouldn't
have to pay for my choices.

And now you want me
to live with it, too.

I hope you can, because there's
something else I've been keeping secret.

You want to get that?

Jimmy, I'm busy.
Call back... What?

What? Speak up,
I can't hear you.

Chief wants you on the chopper.
I'll be right there!

- What, why?
- A monster's heading towards Metropolis.

He's already taken out
half the Justice League.

Well, I guess you must have heard...

...that.

Can you tell what
he's thinking?

No real thoughts.

It's all aggression, all about the fight.
Killing machine.

No!

Batman, heads up!

Not looking too good, Cyborg.

We can take this creep.
Come on! Let's...

Where is that monstrosity?

South. Heading
towards Metropolis.

We need you, Clark.

I call you out, monster!

I compel you to surrender!

You may resist
the lasso, mindless creature.

But by Hera,
you will fall!

Diana?

I should have
gotten here sooner.

Not your fault.

You wait here, okay?

Wait. Take him down, Clark.

Don't hold back.

Or he'll kill everyone.

I don't know what hole you crawled
out of or where you came from,

but I'm sending you back.

This creature has not been
identified by the government

and is rumored to have left
members of the Justice League

wounded or near death
in Carlon Heights.

Hey, if you ain't gotta place to go,

you can stay with me while
Superman cleans this clown's clock.

I'll be here for you.

Just like my buddy Supes
is always there for us.

Question is, will
Superman once again

meet the challenge and keep this...
Doomsday out of Metropolis?

You heard her, people,

Lois has given
this thing a name.

Doomsday. Let's get on it.
We need a new Page One.

Yeah, if there's
anyone left to read it.

Superman may be
the only hope Metropolis has.

In the past,
that's always been enough.

Oh, please,
cry me a river.

Fascinating. What kind of
civilization would produce that?

It seems its only
function is destruction.

Perhaps it's a weapon.
A first strike meant to wipe out all life

on a planet for
a conquering force.

That would explain
why it's come to Metropolis.

It's drawn to
population centers.

Who, besides me, would
send an apex predator here

to kill the strongest
thing it could find?

You think it might
kill Superman?

It would save me
a lot of trouble.

But what if the caped
wonder can't bring him down?

Metropolis will still
need to be protected.

Luckily, it's a day I've been
planning for a long time.

The United States
metahuman advisory department

is recommending all civilians
head to safety zones.

Get out of the car, get out of the car!
Come on!

Get out of here!

Joey, no!

Somebody,
help my child!

Get back to your mom, son.
Everything's going to be okay.

Oh, man! Superman's
not looking good.

Huh?

I've got you.

You've got me?
But who's got you?

We need to call in
the cavalry.

I am the cavalry.

You can't go back after
that thing. It's suicide!

So was following
in a chopper.

I have to get back to work.

Come on, Jimmy.

At this point,
it's impossible to tell who's the victor.

Though Superman has
come from behind before...

Lane, Olsen,
keep the camera rolling.

You'll wanna get this.

You think taking down the Justice
League is supposed to scare us?

That happens once a week.

I don't know where you've come
from, you alien scum.

But you've picked
the wrong city.

And the wrong human.

Metropolis is,
and always has been,

under the protection of Lex
Luthor, you son of a bitch!

Now to get a piece of you.

Step back,
you freak of nature!

No! Stay away from me.

I'm Lex Luthor!
I'm supposed to win.

No! I'm supposed to win.

No!

Clark?

I got your note.

And I love you, too.

No!

Stay with me.
Please, stay with me.

That thing... is he?

Yes.

You did it.
You saved everyone.

Good. It's all
I ever wanted.

Except for you.

What a lucky man I was.

No! No, no, no!

Superman was
an example that inspired us

to reach beyond ourselves,
to soar towards a better tomorrow.

He was a hero to Metropolis but
more importantly, he was a friend.

Really, sorry, sir.
I need you to step back a bit.

His powers
were truly amazing.

Is she gonna be okay?

Yes, Officer. It's just
a big loss for everyone.

Yeah, Superman was kinda
like family, wasn't he?

Of course,
he didn't act alone.

The Justice League also
put their lives on the line

against this brutal,
incomprehensible evil.

In many ways,
I'm sure they feel the loss

of their leader and comrade,
most of all.

And let us not forget the
quick action from Lex Luthor,

who allowed Superman the time
he needed to save us all.

Ladies and Gentlemen,
Lex Luthor.

Thank you, Mayor Booker.

It's no secret Superman
and I had our differences,

but this wasn't
always the case.

You would be surprised all
the times he came to visit.

The wisdom he would impart.

I will miss those late night
chats on my balcony.

For Superman,
always in our hearts.

Hail Mary, full of
Grace, the Lord is with thee.

Blessed are thou
among women

and blessed is the fruit
of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God,

pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour
of our death.

Amen.

Why would you
let Superman die

when a washed up old roughneck
like me goes on living?

It ain't right, God.

It just ain't right.

I don't understand your
hesitation, Dr. Klyburn.

If S.T.A.R. Lab's research on
the alien corpse is complete,

Project Cadmus is perfectly suited to
house it until it's ready for disposal.

It's fine here. LexCorp just needs
to get the payload rocket ready

so the government can get
this creature off planet

before it lands
in the wrong hands.

You know I've been
exonerated, yes?

You and your S.T.A.R.
bureaucrats can't keep trying me

for crimes I've been
cleared of.

You may have been cleared, Luthor,
but no one thinks you're innocent.

As far as I'm concerned, Cadmus is a
genetic pirate ship posing as research...

Someone track it.
Where's it going?

Up, up and away.

No one's
touched a thing.

I know. I just wanted to...
check in on him.

You know, there's still a lot of
people missing after the battle.

They're being found every day.

Clark will show up.

He's got the best reason
of all to return.

Thanks, Cat.

- Louis! Good you're still here.
- Yeah. What's going on?

Police scanners.
Come on!

Jim, I'm in no mood to chase
a story right now.

You will be. Trust me!
You drive.

- Is it true?
- You tell me.

Oh, my God!

Superman?

In the wake
of our tragic loss,

as crime rates rise across the country
and social unrest is at an all-time high,

we seem to be a nation
that has lost all hope.

It's been six months
since Doomsday,

and the world is still shaken

by the death of
Kal-El of Krypton...

better known to us
as Superman.

My guest is commentator,
G. Gordon Godfrey.

Sir, you've
written an editorial

in which you call on us
to reject so-called "Supers,"

and effectively
become our own heroes.

We have an infestation, Cat.

It's out of control.

You're writing about
the mysterious new Supermen.

Oh, Eric!

Look, Cat,
the reality is,

these are "Supermen"
we know nothing about.

But they're actually
making a difference.

Did they make a difference to
the Excalibur Shuttle crew?

We already have
difference-makers.

- The police...
- The Justice League, the Titans.

But, Cat, the point of
my editorial

is to say that
it's time for human beings

to stop relying on
Leagues and Titans,

and start saving ourselves.

So, we should each
be our own Superman?

I mean, isn't that
exactly what

these
guys are doing?

Get a message
to Mannheim.

Tell him, Snakey Doyle's
got the business in-hand.

We'll see him in
five to ten.

Stop
fooling yourself, Cat.

The "Man of Steel" is dead.

We saw the body.

Before it vanished.

Look, we have no idea if
a Kryptonian can even die.

I mean, where's the body?

Who cares?

The real questions
here are far more pressing.

Who are these new guys?

Why are they here?

What is their place

in a world without a Superman?

Reign of the Supermen.

I hate it!

Buck up, Troupe.

Writing's fine,
just a crap headline.

We'll fix it later.

Now, I want angles!

Sullivan?

Law enforcement angle.

Crime stats.
"Have the Supermen made us safer?"

I love it. Change "Law
enforcement" to "Millennials"

and "Crime stats"
to "Re-tweets."

Are the Supermen trending?
Troupe?

I was gonna go cover the
LexCorp charity gala tonight.

Wrong.
You're covering the big launch

of the Justice League's
Watchtower.

Have the new
Supermen been invited?

Lombard?

Uh, I... I don't really
think there's a sports angle here.

I love it! Kent?

I meant
the Kent angle.

"Missing persons following
the Doomsday attack.

The search for survivors."

I think Lois
is covering it, Chief.

Don't call me "Chief."

Lane, what have you got?

Great Caesar's ghost!

Where
the hell's Lois Lane?

It's okay, Lois.

We've got you.

Jimmy packed up his desk.

He has a box, but I haven't
been to the Planet since...

When I'm there,
it just reminds me he isn't.

I should've called.

I wanted to.

I'm just glad
he finally fessed up.

It was such a big secret
to keep from you.

I loved him too.

- I tried to tell him, but...
- Oh, honey...

He knew.

I just...
I can't believe he's gone.

He might not be if you
watch that damn Grant woman.

Jonathan!

Clark's body disappears,

and suddenly these new Supermen
show up out of the blue.

What if one of them
really is Clark, reborn?

Not possible.

I would know.

Of course. I just mean...

There are a lot of
unanswered questions.

When Superman first
showed up in Metropolis,

nobody knew
what to make of him,

because nobody knew
what to ask him.

I knew what to ask him.

I know what to ask these guys!

I'm sorry, I gotta go.

I'm glad you called.

I'm glad you came.

I was hoping
you could help me.

- I'm following...
- I never thought of us as rivals, you know.

Are we?

Kal-El and I
had a special bond,

but you were
the love of Clark Kent's life.

Anyway, I'm relieved he
finally told you everything.

Apparently he didn't.

I'm sorry. For an Amazon,

I have surprisingly
few girl friends here.

So, I'm bad at this.

It's okay. I don't have
many girl friends either.

Anyway, the reason
I called is that

I'm following the story
on the new Supermen

and I was hoping that

you or the League might have some
inside information on these guys.

Anonymous, deep background,

just to help me
direct my efforts.

So, you didn't invite me here
to grieve with you?

As friends?

Not really, no.

Thank Hera!

Despite my reputation,
I'm not good at being touchy-feely.

Lois, I don't have anything
for you on the Supermen.

I wish I did.

Off the record,

the League's been stretched
very thin since we lost Kal.

I don't think
the world realized

how much they
depended on him.

I know the feeling.

No. I'm sorry, Lois.

- I didn't...
- That's fine.

Really.

It feels good to talk to
someone who understands.

I'm sorry to bother you
about the new Supermen.

Forget I asked.

Just between us,

I like the brutal one
with the visor.

But apparently I have a type.

Anything else I can
get for you lovely ladies?

Ice cream.

Hmm.
Maybe you're not so bad

at the girl friend
thing after all.

And you, Lois Lane,

have the heart of an Amazon.

So, you wanna share a ride?

Thanks,
I've kinda got my own.

Would you mind?

We should
do this again sometime.

Lois, I know
in order to heal,

you need to solve the
mystery of these Supermen.

Just make sure you don't
lose yourself in the process.

Something wrong?

No. Everything's on schedule.

He's just a little...
handsy for me.

He must get that
from you, Donovan.

Lois Lane?

John Henry Irons.

You interviewed me once.

Uh,
Dr. Irons! Right.

I'm sorry,
would you excuse me?

And there's my cue.

Ladies and gentlemen,

once again, I want to thank you
all for giving so generously.

Together, we will
rebuild our great city,

and ensure that we never
wake to another Doomsday.

You've seen him in the news,

but you didn't know who was
bankrolling him until now.

Ladies and gents,

I give you LexCorp's
new Superman!

Hello, ladies!

If you want a hero
who can measure up,

- I can...
- And I promise you

that as long as
LexCorp exists,

Superman lives.

Metropolis will be protected.

Um, party's back that way.

Oh, hello!

Hello.

I was looking for someone.

Mr. Donovan.

Not here.

You look... familiar.

You don't look
so bad yourself.

Do you work down here?

What do you do?

Advanced genetics.

Fragmenting
and manipulating DNA

for molecular duplication

and, ah, reproduction.

Ooh! Sounds important.

You don't think
a sophisticated clone

like LexCorp's new Superman out
there, just happens on its own.

Clone?

That's right.

Mr. Luthor.

- I was just...
- Mouthing off.

Again.

Word of advice, Donovan.

A man who can't keep secrets

shouldn't sleep around
on his wife.

Lex,
I swear, I didn't.

Of course, you did.
And I'll deal with you later.

Get out.

Ms. Lane,

I'm hurt.

I always assumed once Superman
was out of the picture,

you'd rebound with me.

What the hell?

What do you
think you're doing?

At this moment,

I am answering a question
posed by Lex Luthor.

Okay. Well,
here's another one.

Why the hell are you here?

Lex Luthor is
a known criminal.

Criminals must be
eradicated.

- Thank you.
- For what?

Get down!

Why, Ms. Lane, you do care.

Call off your clones, Lex!

Only the boy is mine.

Sorry, pal.

Crash my party,

you get bounced.

You have been classified a
priority one criminal accessory.

Surrender or be eradicated.

Well, you've been classified

a priority one dirt-bag,
so, there!

Yeah!

You better run!
Jerk!

Uh-oh.

Hey! I had that guy.

By all means,
go to town, Superboy.

It's Superman.

Okay, we can
do this the easy way

or the hard way.

Surrender Luthor over
to Superman and this ends.

That's enough.

We may see it differently,

but in the eyes of the law

Lex Luthor is not a criminal.

The rule of law is
a rule you never break.

And real justice
is everyone's right.

Even the worst among us.

Now, who the hell are you?

I'm Superman.

There is only one Superman.

Oh! No problemo.

Just doin' my job.

Like the boss says,
as long as LexCorp exists,

Superman lives.

And I'm Superman.

Me.

There he is!
Over there.

- Over there! Over there!
- That's him!

Why are you here?

Nice work in there. Thank you.

He got away.

Yeah, so did we.

What happened to
the man in steel?

He took off.

Lois Lane. Daily Planet.

So, how old are you?

Excuse me?

How old are you?

Old enough.

Okay, babe. Hit me up.

That was revolting.

So do you mind telling me

what the heck you were
doing in that lab?

I used to work there.

I suspect Lex has been
using tech I developed

to retrofit weapons
for the black market.

What the heck were
you doing with Donovan?

Finding out that
Superboy is a clone.

So why did you hide the fact that
your new Superman is actually a clone?

I never said
he wasn't a clone.

I said he's Superman.

And he is a Superman clone.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Do we wake him?

No.

Kal-El's last battle
left him severely depleted.

We must not interrupt
his ion radiation transfer.

Lane's not explicitly
calling them fakes.

She's asking the questions
that need to be asked.

After her stunning
LexCorp clone expose,

she's got our attention.

Hello, Ms. Lane.

I guess you got my message?

The whole city did.

I feel terrible we
haven't been able to talk yet.

On the record?

But I thought
you'd be happy to see me.

See who?

I don't know who you are.

Lois, it's me!

You look like Superman,

but Superman died.

In my arms.

I did.

For my people,

death doesn't
have to be the end.

Our technology was...
is...

far beyond what
exists on Earth today.

Part of that technology
is encoded in my genome.

Before I died,

I was able to activate it so that
it could rebuild and revive me.

As a robot?

I'm not a robot.

These are just
artificial replacement parts.

A cyborg Superman?

Just Superman.

Okay.

What was your last secret?

I don't know.

Half my memories are gone
along with the rest of me.

Then tell me
what you do remember.

I remember we were close.

How close?

Enough that it hurts to have you
look at me like I'm a monster.

The way you wrote about me...

I never dreamed
I'd lose you like this.

Especially not now when...

terrible things
are coming, Lois.

I can feel it.

When the Daily Planet
said "Superman is dead,"

it painted
a target on the Earth.

Why did you come here?

Because I need your voice.

I can't protect the people if
they think I'm a fake, Lois.

Even if you won't
believe I'm Superman

at least believe that
I'm trying to do some good.

And maybe write about that.

Get in.

Just like you would any new product.

So far, all you've
managed to do is

preen, and gallivant, and...

Stop that!

Where's Mercy?

Still in traction,
thanks to you.

Have you seen the newspapers?

Yeah, I've seen them
all over the place.

Have you read them?

Oh. Right on!

This really reflects
more on you.

Do you know
what they're calling you?

Superboy.

But... I'm Superman.

They didn't get the memo.

This entire roll-out
has been a disaster.

Goggles and the robot are
getting all the good press.

While you're strutting across
TV screens like a clown.

Don't you mean clone?

Thanks for
the heads-up, by the way.

Oh, please.

So you were genetically engineered.
Who isn't?

Little DNA from here, some from there.
Bam! You're born.

Mazel tov!

The only difference between
you and a biological child

is that I've invested
a hell of a lot more capital

to bring you to the party.

So, we are
going to start again.

It's a relaunch.

Superman 2.0.1.

That's awful,

but we'll let marketing
sort it all out.

What do you
want me to do?

You've had your fun,
Superboy,

but now it's time
to act like a man.

I got you a gig.

They just passed
Burnett Boulevard.

Coming up on Rodeo.

I think they say Ro-day-o.

They're wrong.

Lantern?

Yeah, I say Ro-day-o.

- Report!
- Oh!

Smooth
sailing up here. Flash?

- I just wanna ask.
- Ah, here it comes.

I'm just saying.

Are we
presidential bodyguards,

or are we the Justice League?

Today, we're bodyguards.

And you don't think there's
other stuff we should be doing?

The Titans have it covered.

The Teen Titans.

Oh, yeah!
I feel good about that.

Chillax, Zippy.
The Titans are cool.

Zippy?

Wait.
Did he just say "Chillax"?

Young man,
stay off this frequency.

It's for League members only.

No, it's for the
President's protective detail.

As the new head
of LexCorp global security,

I qualify.

I have the shot.

I say take it.

That's enough.

We have a job to do.

Okay. Can we speed this up,

because if I'm not home by
dinner, Iris is gonna kill me.

Someone should go say hi.

I'm a
little busy right now.

I don't really know him. Vic?

Oh, so you think
all cyborgs know each other?

Yes. But, in my defense,

I'm horribly insensitive.

Lex is so wrong.

You guys are funky fresh.

Donovan's
been letting you watch

those 90s
sitcoms again, I see.

Lex?

I'm in your other ear.

Reminding you to stay alert.

President Dale
has her eye on you.

Keep her safe.

By the end of the week,
with a little political maneuvering,

she'll be
publicly recognizing you

as the one true Superman.

Yesterday, my husband said,

"Joan, why do you
have to do this?"

And I said,

"Because I stand with the Justice
League as they have stood with us."

Really, I'm thrilled to be here.

To help dedicate

the Justice League's
new Watchtower.

A proud...

Madam President...

I've got you, ma'am.

I've got her, everyone!

Uh, Lois?

Everybody clear out!

Kid, if I find out LexCorp had
anything to do with this...

Look, Mr. Roboto,
we got bigger problems.

The boy's right.

Let's go.

Watch your step.
Come on. No rush.

Uh,
a little rush, actually.

Hey, metal head!

You wanna lend a hand?

Superman?

At your service,
Madam President.

Time to get you out of here.

We're still reeling from
the latest alien attack,

and the devastating loss
of the Justice League.

President Dale will
speak at a memorial

in Centennial Park
to honor the fallen.

Alongside the man
whose heroic actions

have proven to us all

that he truly is
Superman, reborn.

And let me just say,

it feels good
to have him back.

Couldn't find the remote?

That
is not Superman.

We had a real
opportunity here!

A real opportunity,

and you blew it!

Come along, son.

Lex, is...

Hey, I did what you told me to do.
Everything I'm capable of doing.

And you still lost.

I gave you every
advantage Superman had,

and more.

And I appreciate...

Wait, more?

Wait here.

I remember this place.

There you are.

Dr. Donovan?
What happened to you?

You father is a...

...hard man.

My father?

Do you mean Superman?

I don't work for Super...

Oh, no.

I thought he would've
told you. I, uh...

I didn't mean to...

Well, look who's talking.

Again!

Mr. Luthor, please!

What's going on?

It's all right, Dabney.
Tell him.

What difference
could it make now?

- I don't think I...
- Tell him!

The DNA, your DNA,

- its...
- Superman's.

Yes, but also...

I told you I gave you more.

All of Superman's
strength, plus

all the Luthor intellect.

Supposedly.

He just needs guidance.

Please! We got so much
closer with this one

than any of the others.

You're right, Dabney.

The current model really is

leaps and bounds
ahead of his brothers.

I don't know what I was thinking.

Let's go.

And Dabney,

you're fired.

No! No!

Still can't keep
his mouth shut.

If you're through indulging
in this emotional nonsense,

we have work to do,

Superman.

Yes, master.

It was him.

Well, half of him, anyway.

Was he with anyone else?

Only her.

Terri Henshaw.

He was pretty out of it.

Stood there half the night

talkin' to the air.

Looked tormented.

'Course, that's not
unusual around here.

It is for Superman.

It's about time
you showed up.

What the...

Yeah, you shouldn't leave
your bathroom window open.

Anyone could get in here.

So, I got a lead
at the cemetery

that I think we should...

John?

You know that
I know you're Steel, right?

And I'm literally the
worst at secret identities.

I mean,
if you couldn't fool me...

Superman saved my life, once.

Now that he's gone,

I owe it to him
to fill the void.

Neat!

What did you find
at the cemetery?

Terri Henshaw?
The astronaut?

She was on
the Excalibur, right?

Yup. Can you access the S.T.A.R.
Labs' mainframe from here?

If the cyborg's
telling the truth,

that he really is Superman,

then why would he
go to Terri Henshaw's grave?

This is odd.

It says Henshaw's remains
were never recovered.

Sorry. Remains were
recovered for Terri Henshaw,

but not for Hank Henshaw.

The Henshaws.

Of course!

The husband
and wife astronauts.

We did a huge story on them.

They were both
assigned to the Excalibur.

So, it was the husband's body
that was never found.

It's him, John.

It's why he was
visiting Terri's grave.

I don't know how,

but the cyborg Superman
is Hank Henshaw.

Huh?

Superman?

I...

I don't think...

The Justice League
were the best among us.

As such, they would
want us to celebrate today.

Not mourn.

Yet, here we are.

Surrounded by reminders
in stone of the mournful times

that have befallen our world.

It's only by a miracle of alien
science that I am here today.

Alive. Standing in for
the real heroes we lost

During
the Doomsday battle,

the Watchtower attack,

and too many
other bloody incursions.

We need to shut
this asshole down.

How? He's Superman to them.

I could try to pitch the Henshaw
story to Perry White, but

without any evidence,
he won't go near it.

Which is why today,

I am announcing the establishment of a
new, stronger League.

A Cyborg Corp,

to honor those
who have perished

in the name of justice,

and I'm taking volunteers.

What the hell?

- I volunteer.
- What?

But I don't have any power.

No one has.

Not really.

But I can change all that
if you come forth.

Eric, no!

Becky, please.

This could change everything.

For the world, for us.

Welcome to the team.

I can give each of you the
power to be your own hero.

The same technology
that saved me,

can save us all.

Doomsday was only
the beginning.

Our enemies
haven't been destroyed.

Only delayed.

When they return,

who will stand
and fight with me?

This is it.
This is his plan.

How the hell did Hank Henshaw

get his hands
on that kinda tech?

Intergang's been running
Luthor's Apokolips tech.

I can get to them.

Find out if they have
ties to Cyborg Superman.

Sounds like a plan.

I'll go lean on Lex.

Take your time, boys.

Ain't nobody watchin'
the store today.

So you're saying that's
the way to Hob's Bay?

Eric?

Can you fly?

Oh, come on!
Not again!

I believe this belongs to you.

My hero.

Do you require
further assistance?

Eric. It's me, Becky.

Are you okay?

I haven't heard
from you in days.

Okay, stop it.
You're scaring me.

Have a pleasant day, citizen.

Eric? Eric!

Doyle, I know you're here.

I'm not looking for trouble.

I just need information
on some alien tech

you may have unloaded.

What the hell?

What happened here?

Superman cleaned us out.

The one in the shades.

The Eradicator?

Here.

Traces on our stuff.

You can catch up with him
if you hurry.

Go get him.

Don't wait up.

We both know
you took me down there

to get rid of Superboy
for good.

I don't know what
changed you mind, but...

Oh. I thought you were...

Let me guess.

You thought I was Lex Luthor.

Lookin' for ol' cue ball.
Know where he is, Superboy?

Don't call me that!

What's wrong?

He's my father.

At least, he's half my DNA.

I just found out.

Nah, I don't buy it.

I mean, the hair alone.

Wow. You do look like him.

Superman, I mean.

Look, I was a jerk
when I met you, Lois.

I'm sorry.

I don't know why, but...

I feel like I can talk to you.

I know why.

Yeah.

Eradicator's
gathering up Apokolips tech.

He could be
working with Henshaw.

I'm tracking him now.

All right. Keep me posted.

Greetings.

Uh, greetings?

Kal-El is unavailable

as he nears completion
of his revitalization cycle.

Thank you for your patience.

Kal-El?

So it really is you.

Whoa, Steel!

What's happening?

Little busy here, Lois.

You called me.

Sorry. Butt dial.

What the hell
is going on, here?

Give me that.

Oh, don't!

- Is that...
- Kal-El's ship!

From S.T.A.R. Labs.

He needs help. I'm going.

No.

These cyborg thingies

are popping up
all over the city.

It's gonna take a turn and I need you here.

You're not the
boss of me, Lex.

I literally am.

You cannot harm
the data matrix.

The data matrix?

John! It's a hologram!

It's designed to
protect Kryptonians.

I don't see any
Kryptonians around here.

Do you?

Oh, my god!

John, he's...

These pitiful humans.

Humbled by the demise
of their heroes,

have willingly become
mindless automatons.

My stratagem has
worked perfectly.

Soon, Earth
will be christened

by Darkseid as New Apokolips.

And this time,

there's no Justice League

or Superman to stop me.

All that remains is
for you to open the gates.

All you gotta do is
look out the window

to see things
ain't right no more.

I knew Superman.

Superman was my pal.

And those things
ain't Supermen.

They're not even
the people they used to be.

I mean,
at least they're keeping the peace, right?

You know that
ain't gonna last.

We can't wait until

after this thing takes
a turn for the worse.

By then, it'll be too late!

The robot said
one thing right.

He said, "We gotta
be our own heroes."

People are protesting
down at the Watchtower.

Getting to be quite a crowd.

What are we waitin' for?

Together, we may not be
able to bring the beat down,

but we sure as hell
can make some noise.

Am I right?

Last one for now.

Any luck?

No.

Systems are
operating normally,

but for some reason I can't
open a boom tube here.

Any idea where "here" is?

I don't recognize
any of these star formations.

J'onn?

They're foreign
to me as well.

That's because
they're not stars.

What are they?

Hungry.

I'm just gonna
hide behind the Amazon

till Vic gets us home.

There's nothin' doin', guys.

Unless someone
from the other side

reaches out to bring us back...

we are home.

You sure don't
hit like a hologram.

Intruders must be...

That's enough!

Steel stopped transmitting.

I can't find a signal.

Even after redirecting
every LexCorp satellite.

So,

do you really think
Kal-El is alive?

I don't know.

But, for the first time,

I really feel
like it's possible.

For the first time,

I hope he is.

Now, there's something
you need to see.

It's really you, isn't it?

How?

Honestly,
I don't know.

The robots keep calling it
a revitalization cycle.

But it's not something I'd ever
heard of or knew was possible.

What is this place?

A fortress.

Built to keep me isolated
during this... process.

Does he have to
just stand there like that?

It's creepin' me out.

He's just
trying to protect me.

Then why was he
drawing energy from you

while you were in the pod?

Quite the reverse.

Kal-El was the one absorbing ion
radiation from the Eradicator

as part of
the revitalization cycle.

Highly advanced tech

programmed to
protect my people.

So, he decided
to put on a cape

and dispense his
own brand of justice?

I'm just saying.

Well, I can't tell you how
glad I am to see you again.

There's a lot
you need to know.

These broadcasts have
brought me up-to-speed.

Darkseid killed my friends,

and people are
being turned into monsters

by that cyborg impostor.

Hank Henshaw.

The astronaut?

I thought he was dead.

I guess I didn't
know everything.

There's
a lot of that goin' around.

So, what's the plan

Dad?

And this time

there's no Justice League

or Superman to stop me.

All that remains is
for you to open the gates.

Ever since the League's
"accident,"

my satellites have intercepted
strange encoded signals.

It's some kind of
holographic interface

Darkseid is beaming
directly into Henshaw's head.

He's literally messing
with his mind.

Once Superman was gone,

he cleared out
the Justice League,

created an army of cybernetic
minions, and now...

They open the gates.

How do we even
begin to fight that?

I might have something.

Is it a plan?

Because, what we
really need is a plan.

The plan is to stop Darkseid,

and save Henshaw.

And get the girl.
Slash girls.

Until your regeneration
is complete,

I must insist you abstain
from sexual activity.

Um, all right?

You're not fully
powered yet, are you?

For how long?

I don't know.

Maybe forever.

After Darkseid's
first invasion,

you couldn't
walk down the street

without tripping
over alien tech.

Yeah,
tech that you gave Intergang.

Gave?

You really don't
get me, do you?

And anyway,
you're welcome.

Because that
business arrangement

is what brought us...

This beauty.

A Mother Box?

We just have to activate it

outside the Watchtower
at exactly the right spot.

Unfortunately, the Tin Man's
got eyes everywhere.

One of us will
have to go inside

and keep him occupied

while the other turns this on.

Okay. Show me how it works.

Are you insane?

I'm not going in there,
you are.

Kal-El,

I must insist on
accompanying you.

Bad idea.

This guy's a wild card.

Maybe a wild card
is what we need.

What we need is a way
to get you to Metropolis.

It's 40 below outside,
and you're just a guy now.

A guy with a spaceship.

Slammin'!

Excuse me?

Do people not
say that anymore?

We are not machines!

Listen, Lane.

- I just wanna say...
- Thank you?

Don't screw up.

Hey, you two.
Over here.

Take me to your boss.

Seriously. A room-full
of hungry Bizarros.

Sounds harrowing.

So, can I
live with you or not?

Guys, I'm getting
an incoming call

from a LexCorp number.
Could be Lois.

I'm bouncing it over.

Oh! It's you.

Lex Luthor.

As I live and breathe.

Yeah, what's that about?

Where's Lois?

As much as I'd love to chat,

I'm only calling
to ask sonny boy

if he wouldn't mind
popping by for a stretch.

I'm downtown
in the thick of it,

and, well I could
use some muscle.

The boy stays with me,

and I need to know now
that Lois is all right.

Oh, she's fine.

She's in the Watchtower.

What?

To
think that all this

was made possible
when my Doomsday weapon

obliterated your
primitive spacecraft.

I plucked your
lifeless corpse from the void,

and handed you
a chance for glory.

Yes, your grace.

And all because
a Kryptonian failed you.

Even in death

he will pay for his crimes.

To capture glory, Henshaw,

you must first
understand that sorrow,

rage, and the thirst
for vengeance,

are essential parts
of the equation.

Sir?

What now?

Leave us.

Dr. Frankenstein.

Or is it his monster?

So easy to get mixed up.

Frankenstein wanted
to play god.

Do I look like I'm playing?

You're gonna lose, Hank.

Hank Henshaw's dead.

Just like your beloved
knight in blue tights.

Of all the things I learned
on your balcony that night,

I think the most important

was the true nature of your
relationship with Superman.

A relationship, I'm afraid,

that's about to meet
a tragic end.

Alert! Watchtower
detecting an incoming ballistic rocket

of Kryptonian origin.

Enlarging view.

Superman.

I knew you'd come.

No! Not now!

So, my Doomsday weapon failed,

and the
Kryptonian still lives.

Get out of my head!

Yes!

I shall enjoy
killing the man of steel

all over again.

This time, with my bare hands.

No! Superman
is mine to destroy!

We disagree.

Open the gates!

Prepare for my arrival.

No!

What the hell?

For Apokolips!

No! Not yet! Not now!

My God!

I thought Superman was yours.

You just gonna
hand him to Darkseid?

Wow.

What?

Henshaw!

No!

Now that they've been
cut-off from Darkseid,

the Cyborg Corps
is mine to control.

And I've just ordered them

to destroy Superman's
precious Metropolis.

Ah, come on!

This is it!

Light 'em up!

I've sacrificed
everything, now,

just to kill him.

But not before
I've made him watch

as I tear you limb from limb.

Even he can't save you.

Ah, come on!

What am I doing wrong?

Excuse me.

Mind if we kick your ass?

You're welcome!

The napkin at Bibbo's.

What was your last secret?

I love you.

Clark!

I love...

Sorry to interrupt
this tender moment.

Hank, you have to stop this.
Darkseid is...

No longer
your biggest problem.

Stay here.
I'll take care of you later.

Over my dead body.

It isn't too late.
There's always a way out.

How about for my wife?

Was there a way out for her?

Is this what Terri would want?

Don't say her name!

You're not allowed
to say her name.

She's dead because of you.

She was always
apprehensive in space.

She tried to hide it,
but I knew.

I told her she'd be okay.

We all would.
We had Superman.

Until we didn't.

Until my ship and
my crew were debris.

And you
weren't even dead, yet!

Just too busy.

All you hear today

is, "How do we live in
a world without Superman?"

Well, some of us
already had to.

Some of us watched

as everything we had,

everything we loved, was lost.

Oh, give it a rest!

Huh?

This isn't about
your wife and you know it.

It's about you.

You let Darkseid
turn you into this.

Superman turned me into this.

Darkseid only rebuilt me and taught
me how to wield my hatred as a weapon.

- Just like he'd done with...
- Doomsday.

That beast was only
a mindless assassin.

While I was set to
a singular purpose.

Destroy what
remains of Superman.

His good name.

It was the best revenge
I could hope for.

Until now.

This is nuts!

We should be
in there helping Superman.

If you can find
a way past these guys,

I'm right behind ya.

I need a power source.

Luthor! What
the hell have you done?

Robo people? Come on!
How long were we gone?

Finally!

Luthor? You brought us back?

Don't add me
to your friends list yet.

This was purely
a business move.

Get to work!

The whole city's infested.
Spread out.

Alert! Justice League
members detected. Breach imminent.

It's only a matter
of time now, Hank.

Once they get inside...

That'll be difficult for them

once we've achieved orbit.

We'll be together soon, Terri.

This is between us, Hank.

Let her go.

Once we've left the exosphere,

you and your gal-pal
will suffocate. Freeze.

And it's all your fault.

It's almost poetry.

Get away from him,
you son of a bitch!

Come out, Lois.

One way or another,

this is gonna
end badly for you.

Killing you isn't revenge

unless your
boyfriend has to watch.

Open your eyes.

You're gonna watch this

if I have to
tear off your eyelids!

Open them!

You won't kill me

and I won't stop
until I kill you.

You're right.
It's not how I'm programmed.

But you should know

I've got a wildcard
up my sleeve.

What?
What is this?

Eradication.

Clark!

- Is it over?
- Yes.

There's still one
more thing I need to do.

Oh, Eric!

Six months
and 400 miles later,

a happy return for
one of the Daily Planet's own.

Clark Kent,

feared lost
in the Doomsday fight,

is back home tonight.

Thanks to the keen eye

of another Metropolis citizen

we thought we'd lost.

I recognized Mr. Kent
from his byline photo

and brought him home.

Martian Manhunter
sounds nothing like me.

Oh, everybody says that.

Hey, I almost forgot.

Conner's all settled.

He said, "Thanks for
the sweater, babe."

Aw!

They're gonna eat him alive.

So, where did we leave off?

Yeah?

You're late.

Right.

Be there in a sec.

Oh, tell Lois
I'll see her Friday.

Friday?

What is it?

Worlds colliding.

Also, I have to go.

It's okay. I understand.

I'll wait up.

Henshaw may be gone,

but this was
still the boldest move

we've seen
from Apokolips, yet.

Darkseid
won't stay down for long

and we can't
play defense forever.

Then we agree.

We're going to have to take
this fight to his doorstep.

Excellent.

Count me in...

team.

Okay, who left
the front door open?