All language subtitles for Lois & Clark S04E13

Wow, look at this turnout.

It's not every day someone from
Metropolis wins International Peace Prize.

I can't believe Superman
hasn't won it before now.

There was some question about whether
an extraterrestrial was actually eligible.

Alien or not, it's about time.

Why didn't you go to Stockholm
with Clark to cover the ceremony?

Oh, well, you know, Clark is so much
closer to Superman than I am.

Speaking of our hero...

It's Superman.

It's a great honor to meet you,
Superman.

Thank you.

Thank you very much
for this generous reception.

Councilman, I would like
to donate this medal...

...and this prize money
to the people of Metropolis...

... with whom I share this award.

Because I am nothing,
if not a reflection...

... of the people I proudly serve
on a daily basis.

Put a sock in it.
You said the same thing last year...

...when you stole the Metropolis
Man of the Year Award from me!

I mean... I mean, how many awards
can one guy win, huh?

Why don't I ever get
one of these prizes?

Probably because
you're the king of sleaze.

- I mean, used to be, Mr. Goode.
- That's right.

Now I'm a world-famous
philanthropist.

I have spent millions of dollars
rehabilitating my image...

...building shelters for the homeless,
feeding the poor, stuff like that.

So don't tell me that I can't buy
this peace prize.

I mean, this is America.
Who's covering this fly-boy, anyway?

- That would be Samantha, sir.
- Then get her on the phone!

Well, I'm through losing to you,
Mr. Family Values.

This time next year, that's gonna be me
up on that podium receiving that medal.

- Yeah. Hello?
- Samantha? Goode here.

You better have something
and it better be good.

To be honest, I'm not sure
what you expect me to find.

We've been over this.
Mr. Wonderful cannot be that perfect...

...that morally pure.
My mother's a saint...

...and I've rooted a few things
on her that had me screaming.

I understand that, sir.

But it's daytime here, there's nothing
but nuns and Boy Scouts.

Well, that's your problem.
Your job is to find a chink in his armor.

Something I can exploit with all
of the power at my command.

Now, don't disappoint me.

Well, why are we just sitting
around here? Fan out. I need some dirt.

Johnson, you ride down with me.

- Now, about that "king of sleaze" crack.
- I'm sorry about that, Mr. Goode.

I don't know what I was thinking.

- I didn't mean anything by it, really.
- That's okay, Johnson.

- Let's just not let it happen again, okay?
- Okay.

- I missed you.
- Well, I'm not really back yet.

Clark Kent's plane
doesn't get in until midnight.

Oh, great. So for the rest of the day
I have to pretend...

...like my husband's still in the air.
Not exactly the welcome home I planned.

Actually, Ms. Lane, I had no idea
that I was gonna win the prize.

What kind of welcome home
did you have in mind, exactly?

A weekend in bed
in a mountain hideaway...

...where not everything is done
at super-speed.

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And now, this LNN special report.

After weeks of stalled talks...

... leaders of Eastern European nations
Latislan and Podansk...

... arrived in Metropolis today in an
attempt to diffuse escalating tensions.

The break came when
the United Nations asked Superman...

... fresh from winning the International
Peace Prize, to mediate the talks.

- President Kasparov, it's an honor.
- The honor is mine, Superman.

It is only because of you,
the shining symbol of truth and justice...

... that my people are even willing
to discuss peace...

... even though we have suffered
far too long at the hands of our enemies.

You have suffered
because of the brutality...

...you perpetrated against
my people, Kasparov.

We've had promises made
and promises broken.

As have my people.
Which is why you are our last hope.

You are the one and only person
both sides can trust.

Sirs, if you'll both be truthful with me...

... and with each other, then I'm sure
together we can find the road to peace.

Oh, great. He's gonna stop a war now.
I think I'm gonna puke.

Mr. Goode, great news. I think
I saw something I wasn't supposed to...

...when Lois Lane was
interviewing Superman.

What, his cape flew up
and you saw his panty lines?

Better. Seems like everyone's hero
is doing some very unheroic things...

...with a certain ace reporter.

That's it? He's giving her
an interview. Big deal.

Come over to my elevator.
I'll show you something.

No, wait. Watch their body language.

See how they're looking
to see if anyone's watching?

And then, this.

- Interesting.
- I've done some checking too.

Lois Lane has had virtually
every exclusive with Superman...

...since he flew in four years ago.

Are you saying that Superman's knocking
red boots with a married woman?

- That's my guess.
- Your guess isn't good enough.

We need proof and corroborating
evidence to back this up.

We've never bothered
with that before, Mr. Goode.

But we're dealing with Superman here.

So we have to be totally scrupulous,
as disturbing as that may seem.

Here's another Superman scoop for you.

He's got a plan where he can
get both sides to disclose...

...the locations of their respective
nuclear weapons...

...and allow him to simply destroy them.

Which means they won't
annihilate each other...

...and they'll have to talk peace. I like it.

You know...

...you seem to get a lot of credit
for these Superman exclusives.

- What do I get?
- How about two days...

...and two nights up in the mountains
at Chateau Roberge?

Chateau Roberge, wow.

The hideaway for the ultra-exclusive
and rich and famous.

- How'd you get us in?
- Oh, I have my ways.

- What's that?
- What's what?

That. Is that the hotel's
confirmation letter?

- Well, a girl has to have some secrets.
- Let me see.

- No. I'm not gonna give it to you.
- Let me see. Let me see.

- Lois. Lois, let me see it.
- I'm not gonna give it to you.

Cute.

Okay.

- That is not fair.
- "Dear Ms. Lane...

...we are extremely excited about
your proposed article on our chateau. "

- But you're not writing any article.
- I might, someday.

- So you lied.
- Clark, please. It was a fib.

It was an exaggeration.
It was a minor distortion.

Okay, I lied.
But it was a little, tiny, white lie.

Nobody got hurt. It's not like
they're letting us in for free.

- Lois.
- Fine.

We'll take the moral high ground,
I'll cancel the reservation.

You can spend the weekend
with those old warhorses...

...and get a jump on your peace talk.
- Wait, wait, wait.

On second thought...

...since their proposals won't
be finished until Monday...

...it is the perfect weekend
for us to get away.

Even though the leaders of Latislan and
Podansk are set to meet with Superman...

... the U.N. has confirmed that military
buildup continues at the border.

Indeed, it appears both sides...

Looks like you're not gonna be able
to go anyway.

- I'll cancel the reservations.
- No, no, no. Wait, wait, wait.

You go ahead on up,
I'll meet you there.

Superman's gonna have a little chat...

...with these two old warhorses.
Get them to honor their truce.

Don't be long.

Lois Lane.

Okay, you don't know me,
I'm just a pencil pusher in research.

I'm Samantha. And you're my idol.

Well, thank you. Thank you very much.

That husband of yours,
he's quite a hunk, isn't he?

Of course, he's no Superman,
but what the hey...

...you can't have everything.
- Excuse me?

What's Superman like?

- Like?
- Yeah. You know, is he seeing anyone?

Because, I was thinking if he's not...

...that maybe you could do a girlfriend
a favor and introduce me.

Course, I don't even know if he dates
outside his own species.

I don't mean to be rude,
but I have a plane to catch.

Okay, sure. We'll talk later, okay?

Sorry I'm late. Long day at the office.

- Isn't it nice?
- Very nice.

- I missed you.
- I missed you.

Oh, I can't believe I'm doing this.

Did you hear something?

No, it was nothing.

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Mr. Goode, you are not gonna
believe this.

Right after I hung up with you,
guess who flew into Lois Lane's room.

Right, Superman. And within seconds,
they were sucking face...

...like world-class mattress-tramps.
Hey!

Taxi! Sorry.

Sir, sorry? What?

The picture? Yes, sir, I got the picture.

I definitely got an exposure.

I'll get it developed right away.

Bye.

Think, think...

"Hank's Photo Lab. "

Barry Dunning,
live at the scene of the crime...

... where this tale of sordid
super-sleaze took place.

People of Metropolis
are saying no to Superman.

Oh, my God!

Okay, so this skirt doesn't go
with this blouse.

It's not that bad.

You haven't seen this morning's
National Inquisitor, have you?

That supermarket rag? Why would we?

- Or the Dirt Digger?
- Of course not, Jimmy, what's going on?

Oh, my God, Clark.

- Lois...
- That's me.

- And Superman.
- Guys, let me just be the first to say...

...I don't believe it for a second.
It's obviously fake.

The photograph's fake.
It's unequivocally bogus.

Although it's pretty good work.

I mean, I've never seen anything
quite as good.

- The lines all match...
- Jimmy.

- Sorry. On your team, 100 percent.
- Lois, Clark.

In my office.

- Chief, first of all, I want you to know...
- I don't believe a word of it, Lois.

I know you'd never do
anything like that to Clark.

I've never seen two people so in love.

This is just pure tabloid trash.

- It's that simple.
- Thanks, chief.

Now, that said, this thing's
already blown up pretty big.

Now, the Daily Planet has yet
to take an official position...

...but I can't sit on my hands
much longer.

The fellas upstairs are breathing
down my neck to clean up this mess.

So, what do you want me to do?

What do we print?

- Super seduction or lust for Lois?
- No to Superman.

- Formerly trusted Man of the...
- My guest is Father Morgan.

I'm Barry Dunning. In Your Face...

This is fantastic. It's everywhere.

They're all picking it up.
Every station, every wire, every show.

It's even on the Internet.

Superman's blood is in the water,
and the sharks are swimming in to bite.

- You're a genius, Mr. Goode.
- Call me Randy.

Because you just climbed up the ladder,
Miss Vice President.

- Are you serious?
- As a heart attack.

Are you kidding me?
It's the biggest story of the year.

Superman's image will fade as fast
as Michael Bolton's hairline.

This is fabulous. And for the first time,
one of our stories is actually authentic.

No, no. But we can't stop here.

No, no, no. We really must stoke the fire.

We've got to orchestrate
a full-tilt smear campaign...

...against Superman.
Anything goes, even if it's a lie.

The more outrageous, the better.

"Superman uses x-ray vision
to peep at my sister. "

"Superman dropped me while he was
flying, and I smelled booze on his breath. "

We don't need kryptonite
to destroy Superman.

We've got the most powerful weapon
ever invented: A scandal.

And we're gonna take Superman
down with it.

And then...

...there'll be a new Man of the Year. Me.

I'm most concerned
about the children, Barry.

After all, Superman was their
one undisputed moral reference point.

If this terrible tragedy
turns out to be true...

Then how can our children
take morality seriously...

... if the pillar of morality himself
has committed adultery?

- Is that the point you're making, Father?
- Exactly. The consequences could be...

The shocking story continues
to rock people everywhere.

I think it's a tragedy.

I've got a 4- and a 5-year-old.
What am I supposed to tell them?

You know, Superman was their hero.

I used to look up to Lois Lane.

And I felt that I could really
trust her reporting, but now...

This is all her fault.
She is the one who seduced him.

- Poor Clark Kent.
- I think it's awesome!

I'd be out bagging babes
if I had super powers.

- I've heard enough of this trash.
- Forget about it.

Let's just concentrate
on getting to the bottom of this.

The bottom of what?

Something like this
doesn't just happen by accident.

- Somebody's out to get you.
- Or you, honey.

Superman was not supposed to be
at Chateau Roberge.

Lois Lane and Clark Kent were.

Well, either way...

...the first thing we should do
is figure out who took this picture.

It's uncredited, which is suspicious
considering all the notoriety it's gotten.

You'd think this photographer would be
all over the TV circuit by now...

...if there weren't more to it.
- That might be true...

I guess it's just the price we pay
for being in the public eye.

You know, every once in a while,
somebody's gonna take a potshot at us.

Like last year, when that woman claimed
to have had Superman's love child.

Oh, honey, but there's a big difference
here. That was a lie.

- This isn't. This actually happened.
- No, it didn't.

This says that Lois Lane
cheated on her husband...

...and we both know that's not true.
- Okay.

The point is that the rest of the world
doesn't know that.

And there's no way of telling them
the real truth.

Well, then, I'll just deny it.

I'll issue a statement that says
that it was a hoax...

...that someone was impersonating me.
- Lois...

Better yet, Superman should do it.

He should have a press conference,
and say it wasn't us.

- The world believes him.
- Wait a minute.

You're seriously suggesting
that Superman lie?

I'm suggesting we do whatever it takes
to get to who's trying to get at us...

...or you or me.
That's what I'm suggesting.

I agree that's very important, honey,
but I think there's a bigger issue here.

The truth. And the truth is that
this is you and me in this picture.

Lying, especially for Superman,
should never be an option.

Even a little white lie.

Like the one I told to get us in the hotel,
and into this entire mess?

- That's not what I said.
- It's what you're thinking.

- No.
- Now who's lying?

Lois, this whole thing is our fault.

We've gotten a little bit lax.

We've forgotten that there's not just two
people in this marriage, there are three.

You, me and Superman.

We're so used to the suit
being a disguise, honey.

But I can't disguise how I feel about you,
or how we feel about each other.

Well, if anybody asks I'll just say,
"No comment. "

That's it. It's none of their business.

How long can this thing last, anyway?

It appears at this hour that the leaders
of Latislan and Podansk...

... have called off the peace talks because
Superman can no longer be trusted.

War appears inevitable now.

- It might last longer than we think.
- Live from the Podansk DMZ.

- Tension is high...
- I don 't believe in Superman anymore.

You don 't believe in him?

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Tonight on Top Copy:

It seems Lois Lane isn 't the only woman
Superman has been seeing.

Meet the twins who claim...

... Superman 's cape has hung
on their bed knob a time or two.

No. How you holding up?

Considering I'm one notch below Cruella
De Vil on the popularity scale, great.

Everywhere I go, it's cold stares
and even colder shoulders.

I think people blame me
for bringing down their hero.

Nice one, Lois.

If it makes you feel any better, they're
not too crazy about their hero either.

The ladies in the steno pool are using
a picture of Superman as a dart board.

I'm sorry, I'm sure it's really tough on...

...you too. What is all this?
- Condolence gifts for me.

- Homemade fudge?
- Some women downstairs whipped it up.

Oh, I see. I eat crow, you get fudge.

Half of me gets fudge, the other half
gets darts thrown at him.

And now this special report.

With peace talks broken down
because of the Superman scandal...

... border skirmishes have erupted
between Latislan and Podansk.

U.N. troops report short-range missiles
already airborne.

Wait a minute.

Sources now say an unidentified object is
streaking to intercept one of the missiles.

Apparently, that unidentified object
was Superman.

- All right, Superman.
- Jimmy, I need your help.

I tracked down six of the labs that
those rags use to develop photographs.

- You mean to fake those photographs?
- Yeah. Yeah, that's what I meant.

Good. I've done some checking too.

There's only certain places who specialize
in that high-tech digital compositing.

So whoever faked the photos had to
go through one of those labs, right?

- I'll have a list by the end of the day.
- Great.

You know, why don't you just
check on those first though.

Because I... I sort of
have an instinct that that might be...

...where we'll find
what we're looking for.

Lois Lane. Hi, Ms. Lane,
my name is Barry Dunning.

- I know who you are.
- Then you know my show:

- In Your Face with Barry Dunning.
- Riveting journalism.

Especially the show on cross-dressers and
the has-been child stars who love them.

That means a lot, coming from you.

I'm gonna give you a chance
to tell your side of the story.

No comment.

- What about the photograph?
- No comment.

Are you or are you not
having an affair with Superman?

No comment!

What do you say to those who are
calling you Superman's super strumpet?

They're calling me super strumpet?

- Care to respond?
- No.

Oh, come on, Ms. Lane.
I'm only after the truth.

The truth means nothing to you.
All you're interested in is sleaze.

You're a disgrace to legitimate reporters
like Clark and myself.

And you are not gonna get
what you're digging for here, vulture-boy.

I'm not gonna give you some sound bite
that you can twist and turn.

What my relationship is with Superman
is nobody's damn business but my own.

So get out of my face!

General, caviar?
President Kasparov, canap�?

Forgive my bluntness, Mr. Goode,
but I am a suspicious man by nature.

Why are you so interested
in resurrecting these talks?

Yes, what do you get out of it?

Why, I get what we all get, potentially:

Peace on earth
and goodwill towards men.

And seeing as I was runner-up
for the Peace Prize...

...I thought the least I could do was see
if we can't find a solution together.

- Shrimp?
- I beg your pardon.

Cocktail. Care for a shrimp cocktail?

You said Superman would be here
to explain everything. Where is he?

He told me he'd be here. Maybe Lois Lane
got tickets to Cats or something.

Gentlemen, it looks as though
we've been disappointed yet again.

I would be more than happy to shepherd
you through these talks, if you'll allow it.

Come, sit.

- Superman.
- You must call a cease-fire immediately.

There is nothing that this war
could ever achieve...

...that you couldn't better achieve
without it.

Who are you to lecture us? You're
no better than the common politician.

- You stand for nothing.
- I stand for what is right.

And what is right is peace.

Please, don't let any side issues
distract you from our common goal.

Peace is built on the cornerstone
of trust, Superman.

And if either one of us is to trust you
again, first you must explain this.

And this.

Yeah, Superman.

We're all ears.

Gentlemen, you trusted me enough
to ask me to mediate these peace talks.

Trust me now when I tell you that this
photograph is not what it appears to be.

Superman, General Navance and myself...

...we understand such things.
We're world leaders.

But our people are not so sophisticated.
They're outraged by what you have done.

They won't allow you
to broker our peace talks...

...unless you can give them
a more acceptable explanation.

- Mr. President...
- Twist and turn.

What my relationship is with Superman
is nobody's damn business but my own.

So get out of my face!

Well, there you have it,
from Lois Lane's own mouth.

She and Superman are indeed
having an affair.

And apparently, so passionate, so
intimate, she can 't even put it into words.

Well, talk about denials.

I mean, that one ranks
right up there with Watergate.

We're finished here.
My armies will destroy you!

Brilliant. My missiles
will destroy you first.

- Gentlemen, please.
- Enough talk!

Mr. President, general, I will explain,
and I will rebuild your trust in me.

Tomorrow at noon,
I'll hold a press conference...

...and all your questions
will be answered.

Then we can meet here afterward,
and if you're satisfied, we can talk peace.

But please, gentlemen,
thousands of lives depend on you.

No, my friend, those lives
depend on you.

And what you say tomorrow.

Well then, tomorrow at noon.
I know I'm looking forward to it.

Very well.

He knows something.
He's got something up his cape.

- Think. Think, think, think.
- What do you mean?

I mean that Super-stud says he's got
an explanation for that photograph.

I mean, what in the world could it be?
I mean, after all, it is authentic.

No, no, no.

If he wiggles out of this, if he gets
these bozos to shake hands...

...there'll be no stopping him.

The Man of Steel will have gotten
a non-stick Teflon coating...

...and I'll never be Man of the Year!

I've come up with a plan
that will guarantee the peace talks fail...

...and make Superman responsible for it.

Oh, I like it...

...Miss Senior Vice President.

So, what do we do?

I said no comment. Hey, get out of those
rose bushes. That's private property.

- Was he faster than a speeding bullet?
- I beg your pardon!

- I'm a married woman.
- This your first superhero?

We had a pack of wolves
at our place too.

- Jonathan, Martha, what are you doing?
- Clark said you two wanted to talk to us.

- He did?
- I just flew them here, Lois.

I thought they should be here
to hear what I have to say.

To say about what?

This so-called scandal
is spreading like wildfire.

I have to stop it now.

If I don't, war will break out
and a lot of people are gonna die.

So I've decided that the only way
to clear all this up...

...is to tell the whole world the truth.
- The truth about what?

That Superman cannot be having an affair
with Clark Kent's wife...

...because Clark Kent is Superman.

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Clark, you can't do this.

The only way to regain the world's trust
is to tell them that I am Superman.

I don't have a choice.

Do you realize what this
will do to you? To everybody?

I know it'll be hard, Dad.

I don't think you realize how
hard it will be.

Never mind about your father and me,
it's not going to affect us much.

But it's going to affect you plenty.

Clark Kent won't even exist anymore.
You won't have any kind of private life.

Neither will Lois. She won't be able
to go anywhere as herself anymore...

...let alone continue as a reporter.
She'll just become Superman's wife.

I know, I know. Don't you think
I thought about all this?

This isn't just some knee-jerk reaction
that I'm having.

I'm trying to stop a war, and I'm trying
to protect what Superman is...

...what he stands for.

If that's the case,
then you're making a mistake.

What makes you think the world is gonna
start trusting Superman again...

...when they find out that he's been lying
to them all along about who he really is?

Clark, there's a greater truth
to protect here...

...and that's the idea
of who Superman is.

If you tell them that you're married...

...that you have feelings and desires
like everybody else...

...then that image of a hero is shattered.
It's gone.

People need to believe
in that mythic truth.

That is what Superman is all about...

...and that is what you should protect
above all else.

And I will protect it, Lois.

Because even in this cynical world...

...somebody has to stand for integrity.

And if that's what I say I stand for,
then I have to mean it.

All right, fine.

Then I guess I have until tomorrow
to figure out who's behind this, and why.

Excuse me.

- Metro Air.
- Hi.

I'm trying to find
the name of a passenger...

...who might've flown to Chateau Roberge
and back to Metropolis overnight.

- I'm sorry, ma 'am, it's company policy...
- I know you don't usually give that out...

...but this is Lois Lane and I... Hello?

Hello?

- So much for professional courtesy.
- Lois, you know those composite labs...

...I've been checking out?
- Yeah.

Here's one. Hank's Photo Lab
on Third Street.

I looked into them because their work's
not legitimate. Fake passports and stuff.

Jimmy, we're running out of time.

Hank's used to be Dirt Digger's
biggest client. So I did some checking.

Turns out that a huge payment
was made to them...

...the day just before
the photographs were published.

So this photo could be a fake?

Well, yeah, but you knew that already.

Yeah. No, of course I knew it.

I... I just didn't know if you did.
Know it, I mean.

- If you knew that it was a fake.
- Right.

Right.

Well, great. This is just great.
Let's go pay Hank a visit, huh?

Looks like Hank left his door open.

Check it out.

Layout computers, spectrum analyzers,
digital compositors.

You can take this stuff and manipulate
images into anything you can dream up.

Whether it really exists or not.

You can't imagine what this
kind of equipment can do.

I'm beginning to get a pretty good idea.
Nothing here about Superman though.

These digital compositors are
supposed to have a memory cache.

They should have the last several entries
digitally stored. Just give me a second.

Looks like Hank's doing a lot of business
with the Dirt Digger.

Hey, wait a minute.

His invoices are addressed
to Goode International. Randy Goode?

Bingo!

All right, see, two different snapshots
of you and Superman.

Now, watch this.

It looks like they created a texture map
from these photos.

They applied the texture
to wire-framed models...

...designate the area to be scanned.

Once they composite the images,
they can put you in any position.

Instant scandal.

- Pretty amazing, huh?
- You have no idea.

Can you download this from the
compositor so we can use it as evidence?

- Yeah. It'll take me a while.
- Do it. Meet me at City Hall at noon.

I gotta catch Superman
before it's too late.

Before what's too late?

No! Put me down!

No!

- You.
- Okay, so you're not my idol.

- All right, Goode, what do you want?
- It's simple.

I want Superman to rescue you, Miss
Lane. Sauce for the goose, as it were.

And as he saves his paramour
in predictable fashion...

...a bomb will explode in the place
he gathered those geezers...

...killing them both.
- They're meeting in your office.

- You're gonna blow up your own building?
- Who would guess that I was behind it?

Brilliant, aren't I? Everyone will
blame Superman for the blast...

...because he'll be with you at the time.
This should discredit him, don't you think?

Except you can't make me yell for help,
and if I don't, he won't come for me.

Well, that's very brave, Ms. Lane.
But I've already thought of that.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have a mythic hero to destroy...

...and you have a plane to catch.
Nighty-night.

Sleep tight, Miss Lane.

Is Superman faster
than a speeding adulterer?

Is he able to leap tall tales
in a single bound?

When the clock strikes 12
in just a few short minutes...

... we will finally know
what the world wants to know:

Does the Man of Steel have a naughty
little secret, or doesn 't he?

Thank you, Barry. And in other news...

Gentlemen, I pray for peace.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going
to go to the press conference...

...and show my support for Superman.

Everything set?

Lois is in position,
and the trigger mechanism is armed.

For whom the bell tolls.

Pardon me, folks. A little snag.
I'll be right back.

What kind of stunt is he pulling now?

All right, don't worry,
I'm gonna get you out of here.

What?

Warning. You have activated
the pressure-sensitive triggering system.

Please stand back.

Okay. Okay. What?

Charades. Okay.

Six words. First word.

Pointing at the...? Me?

Guns?

Trigger?

Please. Please, now. Patience, patience.

Citizens, please. Please.

Third word. Gesundheit?

You're sneezing. Sneezing? Sneezes?

Wiping your nose? Blowing your nose?
Wipe...? Blowing. Blowing your nose.

Short. Blowing. Blow?

Trigger also blows...

Now, let's at least give Superman
a chance here.

Now, I'm confident that
there's a very good explanation.

Sixth word. Sounds like...

Sounds like... Sounds like walking?

Walking.

Walking...

Talking. Talking. Sounds like talking.

Talks. Talk.

Trigger also blows up peace talks.

Okay, but first things first.

- Do you think anyone was hurt?
- No, it was only rigged for your room.

Wait, an ultrasonic signal. That must be
their triggering mechanism.

Fortunately, light travels
faster than sound.

- Where's the boom?
- No boom.

It's time for a trip out of the country.
You and me on a slow boat.

Me on the boat,
and you dragging behind it.

Going somewhere, Mr. Goode?

We can prove everything,
including the faked photograph.

- What faked photograph?
- Lois!

- Does Hank's Photo Lab ring any bells?
- No.

- Oops.
- "Oops"? What do you mean, "oops"?

Officers, do you mind taking them?
I have a statement to make.

"Oops"? What does "oops" mean?
The photo was a fake?

- What are you gonna say?
- I'm gonna tell the truth, Lois.

Nothing changes that.

Ladies and gentlemen, first and foremost,
let me just say...

...that I have always stood for truth,
above all else.

It's our moral compass, the only thing
that stands between right and wrong.

Everything that I am, everything that I do,
is a reflection of that truth.

As Superman, I have never,
nor will I ever, dishonor that.

- I'll take your questions now.
- Okay, over here, Superman.

Are you having an illicit affair
with Lois Lane?

- Truth. Truth!
- The truth is...

...no.

I am not having, nor have I ever had,
an illicit affair with Lois Lane.

- Then how do you explain the photograph?
- The photograph in question is a fake.

I have proof that shows...

... it's all part of a very, very carefully
orchestrated smear campaign.

If nothing's going on, then how come
Clark Kent isn 't here?

He is here. Right there, next to Lois.

That's what that ring
on her finger symbolizes.

Clark and Lois trust each other...

...and that's the only truth
that really matters.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have some peace talks to negotiate.

- Not bad, huh?
- Had me on the edge of my seat.

There it is. The room's all fixed up.

- Good as new.
- Nice of Superman to put it back together.

- Did anyone see you?
- No. Absolutely not.

I checked very carefully.

So, what did you think
of Superman's speech?

It was good.

Did he have to make not having
an illicit affair sound so noble?

- Are you all right with it?
- Well, I told the truth.

I mean, I answered the questions
they asked me truthfully.

So you're not completely comfortable?

No, not completely.
There was a larger truth to protect here.

And in this instance,
it was the right thing to do.

Just do me one favor, okay?

Let's you and I be a little bit
more careful from now on, okay?

It is still safe to kiss
my husband though, right?

Yes.

- Whoa, your feet are freezing.
- Warm them up.

Okay.

- You missed.
- No, I didn't.

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