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[keys clacking]

[indistinct chattering]

Adopted kids looking for their birth parents if you must know.

(Lois) Search for roots. Emotional roller coaster.

Unrealistic expectations. Tearjerker reconciliations.

- Huh, quick study. - Mm, not really.

I did it three years ago.

There are no old stories, Lois.

(both) Just new angles.

Thank you.

It seems to me if your real parents

don't care enough to raise you, why give it a second thought?

Because if they gave you away, they must've had a reason.

And it's that not knowing that kills you.

Good.

You stick to the touchy-feely stuff.

I'll take Superman.

Smooth outfit, Lois. New?

What do you want, Olsen?

(Olsen) Well, I was just thinking, you know

since your, uh, kid sister's new in town

maybe she'd like somebody to, uh..

You know, show her around.

You wanna ask Lucy out?

[sighs]

(Olsen) Do I have a shot?

I'll need a complete financial statement

and the results of a recent physical.

Okay.

Jimmy, I'm kidding.

Come on. You don't think she'll laugh in my face?

Use the telephone.

[elevator bell dings]

I have a warrant issued by federal court.

Everyone step back from your desk.

- 'What..' - 'What's going on?'

(female #1) 'Can I call you back? Hey! Hey!'

Nobody comes busting into my newsroom like this.

Take it up with Washington.

"Order to produce evidence

"compel testimony.

Lois lane. Clark Kent."

Wait a minute! Get your hands off me!

Hey, hey. Put it away!

- He's just a reporter. - Reporter?

As in protected by the constitution.

Impressive document, the constitution.

It enables the courts to issue warrants like this one

'which says I get what I want.'

What exactly is that?

Mr. Kent.

- I presume. - That's right.

I want Superman

and I'm not leaving here

until you tell me where I can find him.

[theme music]

[music continues]

[indistinct chatter]

Do they honestly think if we knew where Superman was

we'd be hanging around this place?

(male #1) 'No, no, no. Wait. Just-just a minute.'

'I don't agree with it.'

[whistling]

Okay, kids. Here's the deal.

They want the two of you to take a polygraph test.

What?

Limited to national security

concerns about Superman.

A lie detector?

I-I told 'em to stuff it.

'Not my two reporters.'

- That's right. - Good for you.

I told 'em if they're so bound and determined

to take your computers and your notes

to just get on with it and get the hell out of my office

so I can start suing their butts off into the next century.

- Take my computer? - Well, you talk, they walk.

You don't, well, they're gonna confiscate the whole shebang.

Perry, everything I've ever done or thought about doing

is on that computer.

A-all my notes, my contacts, my novel.

Novel?

Well, don't you back up on the floppy disks?

Clark, this is no time to discuss

your compulsive behavior.

Alright. Now, look. What's it gonna be, folks?

Now I'm with you either way.

[scoffs]

What about the first amendment, Lois?

To them, the first amendment is a pesky, little detail.

Well, I can't do th.. we can't do this.

If we knew anything, I'd agree.

But this is like taking a polygraph

about the ring-tailed lemur.

(Perry) 'Now, see, she's right.'

I mean, we don't know enough about Superman to lie.

Kent?

Do you know something that you haven't told us?

(male #2) 'You will answer yes to these first two questions.'

We use this to calibrate the machine.

Is your name Lois Lane?

That is what my byline says.

Yes.

Are you also president of the United States?

Yes.

[beeping]

Do you have any reason to believe that Superman

'is an agent of a foreign power?'

Yeah, and leprechauns are agents of the IRA.

Is Superman from another planet?

If something looks like a duck, walks like a duck

and talks like a duck, chances are pretty good it is a duck.

Ah, he looks like a man to me.

During the time the two of you were alone

did Superman discuss his mission here on Earth?

Mission? We flew. We didn't talk.

We didn't have to.

Nonverbal communication.

Does Superman have any telepathic powers?

[snickers] I hope not.

Do you have a romantic attachment to Superman?

Yes or no?

No.

[beeping]

You will answer yes to these first two questions.

We use this to calibrate the machine.

'Is your name Clark Kent?'

Yes.

Are you also...Superman?

Yes.

[beep]

Why isn't this reading as a lie?

Either the machine is broken again

or this reporter is so mild mannered he hasn't got a pulse.

Ask him again.

Remember to answer yes, now.

Are you Superman?

Yes.

[blows]

[beeping]

It's working.

Well, Mr. Kent, we'll proceed.

Have you ever met Superman?

Met him?

Uh, I've seen him in action, if that's what you mean.

I've never actually sat down and had a conversation with him.

I-I guess you could say I've met him.

[chuckles]

Is he from this Earth?

I don't know.

Can you take us to Superman right now?

Take you?

Can you contact Superman?

You mean by telephone or--

By any means possible.

Telepathy, for example. Can you contact Superman?

No.

[beep]

Perimeter's been penetrated.

[snaps]

[paper rips]

(male #3) 'Move.'

You know, Mr. Kent, I really don't need a polygraph

to tell me I'm being lied to.

I can see it..

...in the eyes.

We're not finished.

[claps] Let's go!

- 'Got it.' - 'Let's move.'

What's going on with you people?

I want an explanation for this!

Chief, it is horrible the way they're treating us.

You see that agent over there? He frisked me twice.

Peterman, let's get legal on this right away.

(Peterman) 'Yes, sir.'

Lane, you and Kent

type up your notes, give 'em to Valdez.

- She's gonna be writing this. - What do you mean our notes?

This is my story.

- Our story. - Seniority.

Right now, you two are the story.

And in case those goons come back here with a subpoena

I want you out of here ASAP.

Whoa! Hey, hey, hey, hey! Let's get back to it.

I-I guess I can work at home, then.

Home? Anywhere but home.

Don't go anywhere they can serve you.

Wear your beepers. We'll be in touch.

Since you're now a man in hiding

I think this would be the perfect night

to have dinner at my place.

Ah, you and me?

Unless you think we need a, uh..

...chaperone.

I'm gonna change into something more comfortable.

Great.

[sighs]

Farm boy moves to the big city.

He's looking for a little piece of home.

Hmm-mm. That's just what he's going to get.

I think, um, a pinot noir would be nice.

I have one chilling.

[sighs]

You've got quite a library.

- I do read. - I know you do.

It's, maybe your place is just different than I expected.

Well, you haven't... seen the bedroom.

- Uh.. - Oh, Clark, relax.

I may never even show it to you.

[chuckles]

- You're full of surprises. - You have no idea.

I'm not here. I'm not staying.

If anybody calls, tell them I was never here.

Don't even admit that I live here.

If someone knocks at the door, don't open it

unless you're sure you know who it is.

Don't sign anything. Don't accept any deliveries.

I don't know where I'm going.

Don't call me. I'll call you. You got all this?

It's a man thing, right?

[telephone rings]

Lois, chill. You're not here.

You don't exist. I don't know you. We never met.

Hello.

It's some southern guy with a real attitude.

He says turn on your beeper or you're fired.

[scoffs]

Hi, Perry.

So...what made you get into the gossip business?

Oh, Clark, we're all in the gossip business.

Yeah, but..

You get paid for it.

I get the best stuff.

You wouldn't believe some of the secrets

people carry around with them.

You have any, um...secrets, Clark?

[beep]

Whoop. Ha ha ha.

Uh, must be the office.

'May I?'

Oh. Thanks.

This is Kent.

Kent, there's been a new development.

'I'm sending Jimmy with a van to pick you up.'

- I-I'll grab a taxi. - Where are you, anyway?

My God, it sounds like jungle drums.

Just-just a sec.

Clark, quit playing games. Where are you?

Lois, Clark is busy right now.

Um, why don't you give him a few minutes to freshen up first?

[sighs]

Well, look what the Cat dragged in.

You got the wrong idea, Lois.

Cat Grant's bedroom has more comings and goings

than metro station.

'You're just another commuter.'

Just tell me what's going on.

What's going on is the warrant's phony.

Phony?

Phony as a lock of Elvis' hair

from a Memphis souvenir shop.

Look at this.

Our lawyers contacted the justice department

FBI, state, CIA.

Heck, they even called alcohol, tobacco, and firearms people.

Nada.

Nobody in Washington wants to claim those boys.

So who are they?

All we know is they think their job

is to hunt down Superman.

Which makes it your job, boys and girls

to hunt them down first.

[sighs]

[indistinct chatter]

That should read, "A spokesperson for the FBI."

- What? - Your second paragraph.

You have it saying that, "The FBI says it has no existing

operations concerning Superman."

The FBI isn't a person. It can't speak.

Clark, that's why we have editors.

Morning, Lois.

Clark. Muah.

Sleep tight?

I did.

Nothing happened.

Clark, you can do the horizontal rumba with the entire Met-Net

cheerleading squad for all I care.

Just keep your hands off my copy.

Hey, CK.

It is all over the newsroom.

You and the Catwoman.

'I didn't think anybody can come up with anything'

as juicy as yesterday's raid, but you've done it.

I haven't done anything.

Hey, this is me you're talking to.

I'm gonna need details.

Specificity. The who, what, where, when, how, and why.

Actually, I've got the who and why already figured out

but I am really curious about the how.

Forget it.

To be honest, I never thought

about asking you for advice about women until now

but...I've been thinking about Lois' sister, and, uh..

Shh. Here she comes.

Great piece of journalism there, CK.

Sorry to interrupt your male bonding

but we have a break in the story.

I'll tell you why I'm in Metropolis.

The director himself sent me here

to clean up the mess you started

with that raid on the "Daily Planet."

No, I call the shots on bureau 39, not you.

Stand by.

Yes? Send them in.

No, you stay right where you are.

I'm coming over there as soon as I bury this story

with these reporters.

You hear me, Trask? Trask?

- Ha. - Mr. Thompson, Lois Lane.

- Please. - Clark Kent.

So you just flew in from Washington?

Bullet train. I'm not much for flying. You?

Who exactly do you work for?

I'm a kind of government ombudsman.

I go where the problems are.

Right now, my job is to get at the bottom

of this incident at the "Planet."

Well, that's our job, too. What can you tell us?

Not much, the first step in our investigation process

'is to gather all eyewitness accounts.'

Your investigation? What about our investigation?

That's the other reason I'm here.

Understand we do not take it lightly

when someone tries to pass himself off

as an agent of the US Government.

'Can you give us a physical description'

'of any of the people involved?'

Let me get something straight.

You're here to interview us?

Yes, and to advise you to stay out of harm's way.

'The person who did this is very danger--'

(Lois) 'Mr. Thompson, let me explain something to you.'

'We do not need your protection.'

We came here because we thought you could help us find

the man responsible for the raid.

- 'Sorry.' - 'Do you have any clues?'

'Any ideas at all?'

(Thompson) 'Let me ask you a question, Miss Lane.'

'To the best of your knowledge does Superman have any enemies?'

- Come on, Clark. Let's go. - Go?

Well, it's obvious that Mr. Thompson

doesn't know anything.

Uh, nothing!

You know, Lois, I'm not feeling that great.

Maybe I should just go home and...take a nap or something.

Oh, well, yeah.

Sometimes you have to put yourself above the story.

Well, I don't want to leave you out in the cold.

Oh, you're not. It's not like we're a team, anyway.

Do you need a ride?

I-I'll walk. Maybe the fresh air will do me some good.

Well, I'm just gonna make a few phone calls.

I'll meet you back at the paper.

Sure. Feel better.

(Clark) 'Thanks.'

Jimmy? Lois.

I want you to pull everything on a George Thompson.

[instrumental music]

[whistles]

(female #2) 'Hey, it's Superman!'

Be careful up there.

[instrumental music]

My mission is to identify alien threats

to the security of this country.

- Superman? - The advance guard.

We don't resist him, they send in others.

After all these years of waiting, now they're here.

So what's your plan, you gonna capture Superman

and then dissect him?

I don't want to study him.

I wanna kill him... before he kills us.

Trask, your reckless freelancing

is jeopardizing the integrity

of the entire bureau 39 operation.

You don't know anything about bureau 39.

You sit there with the gutless paper pushers in Washington.

They're too stupid to know they're even in a war

let alone how to fight it.

That is just more of your insane paranoia.

Open your eyes.

They're coming after us.

Now a few people are gonna die in the struggle, yes

but we either draw the line here

or we capitulate and I will never submit.

[sighs]

This orders you to turn over all command and control

of your military assets to civilian authority.

- Me! - You can't shut me down.

I can, and I will. I have the authority.

Ooh!

- You have no authority. - We'll see.

[instrumental music]

[whoosh]

[squeaking]

You don't like vegetarian, do you?

He's confused, he probably doesn't know

whether to plant it...or eat it.

[cow mooing]

Sure looks like he missed your cooking, though.

Clark, honey, you just inhaled that.

Something's on your mind, isn't it?

I wanna hear everything you know about how you found me.

Everything.

It was May 17, 1966.

We were driving past, uh, Simpson's Quarry

just due west of the Elbow River.

(Martha) 'And we saw this thing in the sky.'

At first we thought it was one of those ICBMs.

That ship came streaking across the sky in front of us.

Huh, it was hard to ignore.

And we found you and took you home.

Your eyes were so big and so wide

and that little diaper thing they had you in

'made you look so cute.'

(Jonathan) 'Martha, Martha.'

A few days later, some men showed up

around town asking questions.

What kind of men?

(Martha) 'They said they were from the space program.'

And that they thought that some debris had come down

from some kind of Russian Satellite

'and they wanted to know if we'd seen anything.'

- So what'd you tell 'em? - Not a thing.

There was something about them. They were scary.

So is that what you guys think I am?

A Russian experiment?

Oh, honey, we don't care if you're a Russian or a Martian.

You were ours. That's all we knew.

We weren't giving you away to anybody.

'That's why your father went back there'

'to where we found you.'

(Jonathan) We figured we better destroy that spaceship

so nobody would ever have any evidence

of how you got here.

I planned to burn it good

haul it to the dump and get rid of it.

(Clark) Dad, it's okay.

Destroying it was probably the right thing to do.

Yeah, probably was..

...but I didn't.

Jonathan, why didn't you tell me?

I couldn't, Martha.

It was part of you, son, and I just couldn't do it.

'Eight paces due south.'

Through the two trees.

Twenty-eight paces. Due east.

Are you sure this is the right place?

That wagon wheel's still there, isn't it?

Hasn't moved in over 25 years.

Son, are you alright?

I know this must be hard for you.

What's hard, mom, is not knowing.

Mom, you and dad, you're my parents.

You know that.

No one will ever replace you.

Oh, we know that, Clark.

But you wouldn't be human if you didn't have some questions.

Mom...what if I'm not human?

[signs]

Maybe we shouldn't have told you you were adopted.

That would've been tough after I started bench pressing cars.

Six feet down.

- Right here? - Right there.

[sighs] You guys should stand back.

- 'You sure about this, dad?' - Hundred percent.

Right there.

You don't forget something like this.

'It was here.'

Not anymore.

- Feeling better? - What? Oh, sure.

How'd it go yesterday?

Well, I tailed our man Thompson

to a furniture warehouse on Bessolo Boulevard.

Definitely weird, but he works for the government.

What'd you dig up?

Nothing.

(Lois) '"Project Blue Book?"'

Clark, the Air Force got out of the UFO business in 1969.

This is old news. Way old.

Y-yeah, you're right. It was just a hunch.

It didn't pan out.

Just a hunch.

That airman in the middle.

He's the piece of work that raided the "Planet."

Isn't he?

Uh, uh, maybe.

Uh, I don't know. My eyes aren't so good.

Well, I have perfect vision.

Superman does not see like I do.

Jason Trask. That's our man.

Almost missed that one, rookie.

Ha.

[sighs]

Alright. We know Trask was in the Air Force, right?

No military service record.

Disappeared into thin air in 1969.

Alright. Keep looking.

I got just the place.

The other guy in the photo, General Burton Newcomb?

He's retired. Lives in Metropolis.

Well, what are you waiting for? Get going.

You wanted to talk?

(Clark) Uh, I can't now, but..

Look, somehow everybody thinks that we were hanging

from the chandeliers wearing black leather the other night.

Mm.

- Well, we were interrupted. - I have to go.

But I would appreciate it if you would put a stop this.

And ruin my reputation?

(Perry) 'Uh, Kent.'

Could I, uh, see you in my office, please?

[door closes]

Kent, did you ever hear of Anita Wood?

I guess I haven't.

Memphis Deejay. Beautiful girl. Won a beauty contest.

Did you know she and Elvis almost got married?

- I m-missed that. - Oh, yeah.

Right after he was drafted. 1958.

He and Anita were talking marriage

but Colonel Parker knew it would hurt Elvis' career

so he put a stop to it.

Now if the colonel hadn't gotten wind of it

Elvis might not be the king.

Do you understand what I'm saying here?

She was the wrong girl for him?

Fools rush in, son.

Fools. Rush in.

Chief, I think people have the wrong idea.

Really?

Well, it's definitely not what you're thinking.

What I'm thinking

is that when it comes to women

if you want to be the king

you'd better listen to the colonel.

Thank you.

I'll remember that..

...colonel.

[door opens]

It's Thompson.

The guy you lost on the tail?

They found him. Metropolis Harbor.

Coroner's got him.

Yesterday, a man named George Thompson

came to Metropolis.

Today he's dead.

That's regrettable, but what does it have to do with me?

Well, he was investigating your old friend, Jason Trask?

Have either of you ever had to keep a secret?

A huge secret?

Sure.

Like what?

Well, I'm a reporter.

You know, protecting sources and stuff.

Keeping a secret eats away at you.

Just a nibble at a time, but it adds up.

And one day you wake up and you realize..

'...that it has consumed everything inside you.'

See, we were just a small group when we started..

...but we all took a very special oath the same day.

August 2, 1947.

I was just about your age.

You didn't take an oath to protect people

like Trask, did you?

You don't need me to find Trask.

He's probably hiding in plain sight.

Like a furniture warehouse on Bessolo Boulevard?

Getting to him, though, that's another matter.

A man like Trask would no doubt be protected

by some impenetrable... security system.

Every system has a flaw.

No, not this one.

I designed it myself.

You'd need someone on the inside

or someone who'd been on the inside to help you out.

Now, assuming you found such a person..

'...you could only hope that that person'

found a man like Trask to be so repugnant

his methods so un-American

that he would, in fact, choose to help you.

That's a tall order.

I'm gonna count to three.

When I turn around, I expect you to be gone.

'One.'

Two.

Three.

[beeps]

Well, that was hard.

[beeping]

I think they've added this since the general's day, hmm?

This is no time to get smug.

Don't tell me, safecracker?

[tumblers clicking]

[beeps]

The general said August 2, 1947.

Eight right, two left, forty-seven right.

You are so weird.

It works for you, though.

I don't know about this, Lois. Where is everybody?

Clark, the thing about luck is you don't question it.

[laughs]

Give me a break. I've seen this movie.

I don't know, Lois. These look...real.

Oh, they're too good. It's got to be a set-up.

Well, what if it's not?

What if people really traveled in these things?

People from far away.

Well, there might be a story here, Clark

but I don't think it's UFOs.

You know..

I thought you were the one who said

'"If it looks like a duck.."'

(Lois) 'Do not quote me to myself, Clark.'

How did you know that I said that anyway?

What are you doing?

Well, you don't like their pictures.

Let's see what else they have.

I suppose you think I'm gonna lift up

one of these tarps and find a UFO.

I don't know what we're going to find.

Eeny, meeny, miney, moe.

This is just an unidentified salvage yard.

This doesn't look like any scrap metal I've seen before.

Clark, do you really think this could..

[Lois sighs]

[intense music]

[instrumental music]

Krypton.

[electronic buzz]

Clark! Clark, somebody's coming.

[door closes]

Now, how did you two manage to get in here?

That's your problem.

That's correct.

Getting out, however...is yours.

Hey, people know we're here.

Like Superman.

He's going to come looking for us.

Oh, I do hope so.

In fact, I'm counting on it.

[upbeat music]

[knock on door]

- Hi! I'm Jimmy! - What?

Uh, I-I'm Jimmy. Jimmy Olsen.

From the "Planet."

I don't think you can get the whole effect

unless you hear the music on a cellular level.

Who are you again?

Uh, Jimmy Olsen.

Um, I thought Lois might have mentioned me?

Jimmy? I don't think so.

I'd remember a guy named Jimmy.

Well, you know, I'm thinking about going with James.

Did you come here to ask my opinion about your name?

No. No. It's your sister.

She, uh, hasn't checked in, and she doesn't answer her pager.

Do you know where she is?

Nope, she made a big deal the other day

about making herself scarce.

Well, she could usually take care of herself.

Yep. I'm sure she's okay.

You want to maybe go out sometime?

Catch a movie or something?

Wait a minute.

You come over here with this big story

about how...maybe my sister's in trouble

and then you ask me out, is that right?

Yeah, that's pretty much it.

Okay.

(male #4) 'Climbing to 10,000.'

'Leveling off at 0-7-0 mark 3.'

It's a romance novel.

- What? - My novel.

It's about a woman that dies

without ever finding her true love.

That's not gonna happen to you, Lois.

Yeah? Check it out, Clark. These guys look serious.

Okay. I told you, now you tell me.

Tell you what?

What really happened between you and Cat

the other night, not that I care.

It's just probably the best secret you got going.

If we get out of this, you have got to raise your standards.

I assume the two of you are familiar

with the scientific method?

Advance a theory. Submit it to a test.

My theory is that at least one of you

knows how to contact this alien creature Superman

'probably by some form of telepathic communication.'

Well, how do you plan to test it?

If you suddenly become airborne at, say, 20,000 feet

without a parachute, I assume you will focus all your energies

on contacting this Superman.

What if this theory of yours is wrong?

Pushing back the frontiers of science is not without risk.

What happens if Superman does show up?

Does the worm need to know whether the fish

is going to be fried or charbroiled?

[snaps]

- No! - Wait, wait!

Where are you going? Take me!

No! It's okay. I'll go.

Lois, you don't understand.

I think I'm entitled to one last request.

Within reason.

I wanna kiss Clark good-bye.

[instrumental music]

[whispering] You take the one on the left.

[grunts]

- No! No! - No! She's mine!

[gunshot]

No! Aah!

Lois!

Lois!

Aah!

Superman, if you can hear me

drop what you're doing and get over here now!

Superman, help!

Tracking. We've got both of them.

The guy's hurt. I shot him.

Guess again.

No trace of blood.

I shot him. I saw it.

You missed.

Aah!

Superman, help!

'Help! Help!'

'Superman, help!'

Target acquisition. Zero, niner, five.

- 'Execute.' - Missile lock.

In three.

Two. One.

Executing.

[whoosh]

Superman. Superman. Superman. Superman.

Aah!

Aah! Superman! Aah!

You really do read minds.

Not really, but I do have good hearing.

Oh.

Clark! They still have him.

- He may be hurt. - Don't worry.

I'll go back for him.

(Lois) 'Oh.'

You'll be alright?

Lois?

[dramatic music]

Superman.

(male #5) 'Impact in three. Two.'

[explosion]

Oh!

[beeping]

Let's get out of here.

[indistinct chatter]

[elevator bell dings]

Lois! Lois, what happened?

Before or after we were thrown out of the plane?

A-airplane?

- Superman, is he alright? - Well, we don't know.

'We're trying to track down some witnesses.'

Now, do you know what happened to--

Clark!

Oh, you're alive! Oh!

- Ha ha. Seems so. - Oh, Clark!

Hey, everybody! Clark's alive!

And if Clark's alive, that means Superman's alive!

Oh, this story's getting bigger every second!

What are we waiting for?

[sighs]

(male #6) 'Alright! Move in!'

'All clear!'

[indistinct radio chatter]

It was all here, Perry.

Tell him.

She's right.

UFOs, unidentified flying objects.

Only they were all identified.

Bagged, tagged, processed. Right here.

- UFOs? - Yes.

Don't you see? It's a cover-up. Big time.

- That's what's going on. - Okay.

Now this story could be bigger than Superman.

What we have got here is cosmic water gate, Perry.

I'm gonna get back and start writing this right now.

Now, now, now. Just hold on. Now, look.

This is where I got to get off this bus you're driving.

- We know what we saw. - Now you two are the best.

You tell me something, I believe you.

I can't let you write it, though.

Well, sure you can.

Clark and I can corroborate each other.

Not when you're talking UFOs.

Lois, your physical evidence is gone.

Trask is missing. Thompson's dead.

General Newcomb says he never even heard of you.

We print this, we're going to look like

"The National Whisper."

You two could kiss your careers good-bye

and take the paper along with you.

I just can't let that happen.

Sorry.

I believe you.

Lois.

Do you realize what we've lost here, Clark?

Yeah. I do.

[thunder rumbling]

Ah.

(Superman) 'I hear you've been looking for me.'

All my life.

Everybody's looking for you.

I know.

And I know that you almost died because of that.

Well, it did make that bungee jump I did last year

seem pretty tame.

I'm gonna find that man and stop him.

That's a promise, Lois.

You know my name.

But I don't know yours.

Superman seems to have caught on.

[giggles]

Where are you from?

I mean, you're not from Kansas, that's for sure.

I'm from another planet.

A place called Krypton.

Do you mind if I write some of this down?

No.

Um..

You seem, uh, to

have all the parts of a man.

Well, I am a man, Lois.

Just like you're a woman.

Uh..

I'm rather glad you're here

but, um, why are you here?

To help.

To help?

'I need a little bit more of a quote than that.'

Something like, "I have not yet begun to fight"

or "Damn the torpedoes."

'Something like that, I-I mean if you said'

"I am here to fight for truth or justice."

Well, truth and justice. That sounds good.

'You can use that.'

(female #3) 'Help! Help!'

- What is it? - Someone's in trouble.

This is a job for Superman, right?

I'll be seeing you.

Mm, I hope so.

[whoosh]

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