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[instrumental music]

[indistinct chatter]

Olsen, where are those blow-ups of Superman?

Lab's backed up, chief.

Turnaround might be a couple hours.

Turnaround! Aw, great shades of Elvis.

What're we here, the "Daily Planet"

or second-stringers from the "Weehawken Gazette."

Alright, staff meeting. Tomorrow morning, 6 a.m.

With blow-ups.

No, the color's wrong.

More almond-shaped.

- You said drown. - 'Yeah, but not "Brown" brown.'

Not dull, insipid, mud brown like Clark's.

- No offense, Clark. - Mud?

More vibrant. More radiant.

Bedroom eyes.

But, hey, if he is an alien

maybe he doesn't get the old, you know, itch.

Hmm. One way to find out.

Possible visitor from another planet arrives on Earth

and all you can think of is hauling him off

to your lair to try him out?

Test drive, Lois.

Couple hours behind the wheel and..

...I'd know for sure if we're talking

import or domestic.

No! The features are too coarse.

'Think noble.'

'Think..'

...Greek God.

A Greek God?

(Lois) 'For example, the chin.'

'It's square but not plain.'

'The chin of a man who stands for something.'

(Lois) 'This is Superman we're talking about.'

Not some Tom, Dick, or.. Ohh!

You know, he didn't seem that special to me.

'I mean, except for the flying and the uniform'

he could be any ordinary guy.

Ordinary? Give me a break.

What we've got here is an example of human evolution

before and after.

Clark is the before, Superman is the after.

[piano music]

Make that the way, way after.

[theme music]

[music continues]

[instrumental music]

[hooting]

[screeches]

Ah, perfect.

(both) Domo arigato.

Do itashi mashte.

Superman.

Superman.

Superman, Superman..

Calendar.

Lois Lane canceled lunch?

[ringing]

(Lois on answering machine) 'Hi, you've reached the desk of Lois Lane.'

'Leave a message at the tone, but don't expect a call back'

'unless it's about Superman.'

'Have a great day.'

[dramatic music]

[screeches]

Jimmy, these are no good.

- 'Aw, they're okay.' - Okay?

Okay doesn't cut it at this newspaper.

Alright, alright. Just sit down, sit down.

How's everybody this morning? Sleep well?

[indistinct chatter]

I didn't.

Last night, our publisher called me into his office

and asked one question.

The question was how come the "Daily Planet"

hadn't nailed down the Superman story

since it literally dropped in our laps?

Now, I took this as a personal criticism

and I assured him that each

and every one of my staff would chip in.

Would not rest until Superman was ours.

Now, is that clear?

No! Perry, you can't be serious.

I was the one Superman flew with.

I wrote the original piece. I found him.

Actually, he found you.

Thank you, Kent.

Perry, this isn't fair.

I should have the exclusive on the follow-up.

- Those are the rules. - The rules are off.

- This is too big. - But he's mine!

He's..

Mine as in my story. The story, mine.

From now on, Superman is fair game.

Every reporter for himself.

- Or herself. Enthusiasm! - Alright!

- See? I love it. - I'm with you, chief.

- We're a team? - Yes, sir.

Fine, Jimmy. Now here's what I want from you.

Two, no, no, no. Make that three donuts, jelly.

Go to Lucille's. Tell her they're for me.

- You got it? - Got it.

[telephone buzzes]

(Perry) 'White.'

'No, no, no. Wait just-just a minute.'

'No. Hey, I don't agree with that.'

I'll find him.

How? He could be anywhere.

- Mars, the North Pole-- - I'll find him.

What if he doesn't want to be found?

What're you talking about?

Why wouldn't he want to be found?

Maybe all this frenzy isn't what this guy expected.

- Maybe he's gun-shy. - That's ridiculous.

He has no reason to hide, especially from me.

Hmm. Wait a minute. I get it.

You and Superman joined the ol' zero-gravity club

up on the space station, didn't you?

- Excuse me? - Oh, oh, oh, it's okay.

Don't worry.' Your secret's safe.

[chuckles] No one would believe it anyway.

Alright, everybody. Let's think.

What would draw Superman out?

Use your instincts, beat the bushes, turn the stones.

Get me Superman.

[indistinct chatter]

So where do we start?

We? There's no we.

Well, how do you know that I don't have

the inside track on finding Superman?

Sure, Clark, and when you run across Jimmy Hoffa

and the Easter Bunny why don't you reel them in, too?

We sounds good to me.

Oui. That's, uh, French for "Yes", isn't it?

[nervous chuckle] Not in Smallville.

[instrumental music]

Well, I don't care what the radar facility's

normally used for, all I'm asking for is a simple..

Hello?

Hello?

Clark Kent.

Really? He's there now?

Great. Give me that address again.

Three-four-four Clinton.

Okay, tell him I'll be right over.

Don't let him leave.

[car alarm blaring]

It's the quietest building in Metropolis.

- You married? - No.

- Girlfriend? - No.

Boyfriend?

Well, me, I mind my own business.

- Where you from? - Kansas.

A few screws is all.

Minerals. It's good for the liver.

Nice view. You can see out, no one can see in.

Walk around in the buff. I do.

- How much? - Nine-fifty.

Nine hundred and fifty?

You want cheap, go back to Iowa.

- Kansas. - This is Metropolis.

Nine even. Take it or leave it.

You mind if I make a few repairs?

I guess not.

- When can I move in? - Soon as the check clears.

I'll-I'll get some extra keys made.

[wind gusts]

[Lois grunts]

- Lois? - Where is he?

- Who? - Who?

Where am I?

My new apartment.

[instrumental music]

Hmm.

[cat snarling in distance]

[instrumental music]

What do we know about Superman?

Man, he can really jump.

- For a white guy. - Yes, but how far?

How high?

I mean, is he, for example, able to leap

tall buildings in a single bound?

Well, of course, h-h-he is immensely powerful.

Yes, but how powerful?

I mean, more powerful than an avalanche?

More powerful than a locomotive?

He's still a man.

All men are weak.

(Lex) 'Obviously, we know very little.'

So, I've designed a series of tests

for Superman and I'll need your help.

Yes, Monique?

Let me hire a couple of shooters

and I'll turn Superman into a large wet spot.

Testing won't be necessary.

Have you ever read Sun Tzu's "The Art Of War?"

I'm waiting for the "Reader's Digest" version.

(Lex) 'Sun Tzu was a general of ancient imperial China'

and he teaches us, I'm paraphrasing, of course.

"Knowledge precedes victory.

- Ignorance precedes defeat." - Really?

Well, an Uzi precedes a bloody mess

even in China.

Let's do it my way.

(female on radio) 'Attention, all units. Code 4.'

'Possible jumper, Lexor hotel.'

'Crowd control and negotiation teams to the site.'

'Emergency response requested.'

What would draw Superman out?

[dramatic music]

- Will you be long? - 'Not long.'

[grunting]

Take your time.

(male #1) 'Back it up there, please.'

- I said all traffic stops now! - 'Yes, sir!'

'Easy, people. Just hold the line, please.'

- 'Just hold the line.' - 'That means now!'

[indistinct chatter]

[sirens wailing]

What's up? How y'all doing?

It's always darkest before the dawn, son.

Is that so?

Come down.

We'll talk it through.

Kinda like it up here.

Fresh air

great view.

Well, can I get you something?

- Cappuccino. - Whatever you want.

Make it decaf. Caffeine makes me jumpy.

Whatever you want.

Jumpy?

[sirens wailing]

[indistinct chatter]

[instrumental music]

The "S" man.

You don't really wanna do this.

You're right. I've seen the error of my ways.

Come on.

Ready.

Confirm.

Please be careful.

Don't worry, darling.

- I've got you. - Execute.

Roger that.

Sorry, lovey.

[screaming]

[instrumental music]

Let's go!

[screaming]

Mark.

Hmm...faster than..

...a speeding bullet.

[siren wailing]

Excuse me. "Daily Planet."

"Daily Planet." Pardon me. "Daily Planet."

"Daily Planet." What happened?

Lois, it was incredible.

Superman caught that woman in midair.

She's okay. She left in the ambulance a minute ago.

You should've been here.

Clark, that's great. That's really great. Just great.

- I better go phone it in. - Oh, don't.

They'll just rewrite you, uh, my advice is

to get back to the office and start typing.

Look. Take my cab.

- Go on. - Lois, I appreciate it.

- I owe you one. - Ha! No, I owe you one.

This is an emergency.

City desk, Lois Lane. Get me Doris in copy.

Doris? Lois. Take this down.

Superman..

I brought your lunch. Chicken salad.

That reminds me.. Can I borrow your gray suit?

Lucy, you're already wearing my gray suit.

You know, you stay out half the night.

- You are totally irresponsible. - So I'm grounded?

I-I am not trying to play big sister here.

No, but you're unhappy with yourself

so you're ragging on me.

- You are so wrong. - Really?

Who was it who called me last night practically in tears

because she stole a story from Clark Kent?

- I did not steal Kent's story. - You stole it.

I competed for it. And I won.

I stole it.

I have never stolen a story before in my life.

How could I do that?

It's him. It's Superman.

I mean, ever since he held me in his arms

there's something between us, Lucy.

I know it. There's this connection.

You should be ashamed of yourself.

I am ashamed of myself. I'm ashamed of myself.

And you'll never do it again?

I won't. Never again.

And you'll apologize to Clark Kent?

Not in this millennium.

Goodbye.

- Lucy, you're limping. - Your shoes are too tight.

[sighs] "Your shoes are too tight."

"Superman averts double suicide.

By Lois Lane."

- First of all-- - Clark, don't even start.

- You got what you deserved. - What?

I know it's tough. But someday you'll thank me.

- Thank you? - Ah! You're welcome.

Never, never let go of a story.

Trust no one, period.

- I see. - Consider this a life lesson.

No charge.

Excuse me. My name is Cleveland.

I'm looking for Eduardo Friez.

- Uh, he went to lunch. - Well, we had an appointment.

- I'll tell him you came by. - Don't bother.

I'll tell my story elsewhere.

Perhaps the, uh, "Metropolis Star"

would like to receive some information concerning Superman.

Superman?

I, uh.. Cleveland!

I-I've been expecting you.

I'm so sorry. I'm Lois Lane.

Eduardo told me that you would be coming by.

I just.. Please forgive me.

Let's go to the conference room and talk, shall we?

I'm suddenly rather hungry. Perhaps after lunch.

U-u-uh..

Take mine. Chicken salad.

[sniffs]

Homemade?

[chuckles]

- Jimmy. - Yo, CK.

Tell me something.

Is Lois always so aggressive going after stories?

Does the phrase "Mad Dog Lane" sound about right?

- Seriously. - Seriously?

Yeah, but I have never seen her this worked up.

This Superman guy has really pushed her buttons.

Hey, I heard she aced you out of your story yesterday.

Tough break.

Someone ought to teach her a lesson.

Yeah, but who, Godzilla?

Hmm.

What is that?

Big assignment from the chief. A Mr. Foot.

Vibrating water massage.

Stress relieving. Needs it back by 5:00.

You should talk to him. Tell him how you feel.

Perry White doesn't care how I feel.

To him, I'm Mr. Fix-it and Mr. Go Get It.

- I mean, I'm a journalist. - Then stand up to him.

- Make him see that. - I've tried.

Sort of.

Look, thanks anyway.

[sighs]

[intense music]

(Lex) Alright, make the call.

Use one of the scrambled lines.

[siren wailing]

Where's Lois?

Uh, she must've stepped out, chief.

Okay, Kent, Schwartz

Paulson, come here.

We got a bomb in the lobby of the Carlin building.

Third and Ordway. Get down there.

- Take a photographer with you. - Chief, I'll go.

Did you fix the thermostat on Mr. Foot yet?

- It can wait. - The hell it can!

What're you gawking at? Let's go! Let's go!

I love the smell of fear in the newsroom.

Is, uh, this regular mayonnaise or reduced calorie?

Reduced, could we just--

And just a touch of dill, right?

Mr. Cleveland, you claim to have information about Superman.

Let's hear it.

[sirens wailing]

Superman...is definitely an alien entity.

He comes from a planet Trofax

and he's not alone.

I've been on his ship, there are thousands like him..

...freeze-dried. Awaiting a call to arms.

Freeze-dried?

My involvement in this won't be publicized, will it?

I'm planning another run at the presidency.

The presidency?

Yeah, to follow up my two previous terms

in '84 and '92.

- Mr. Cleveland, I-- - Please. Call me Grover.

[instrumental music]

(Linda) If you've just joined us the original report of a bomb

planted in the lobby in the Carlin building

has now been confirmed.

The bomb squad is on the scene awaiting the arrival

of what is termed a containment blister

as well as a team of deactivation specialists.

Once the blister is in place

they will work to neutralize the threat.

'Meanwhile, the entire building has been evacuated.'

And we are being told to get out of the way, just back up.

So for now, I'm Linda Montoya and..

What? Superman is here.

Superman is here and about to enter the building.

Superman, can we have a statement?

Not at this time.

Sorry.

[intense music]

Ready.

[siren wails]

[indistinct chatter]

[screaming]

[instrumental music]

Ah.. Heh.

Invulnerable.

A man of steel.

[siren wails]

Well, where would they have to be?

(Henderson) Somewhere within a two-mile radius

but that's about all we've got.

What have we got so far?

- Lois, you're hurt. - Oh, it's nothing.

- Wait, let me see. - It's nothing.

You guys wanna hear this or not?

Yes.

The explosion was radio-controlled

'activated from an unknown point of origin'

within a 2-mile radius of this site.

Also, there were video cameras installed in the lobby

which were not a part of the building security system

'or any other system that the management company knew about.'

We think the two are connected.

So you're saying that someone waited

for Superman to appear, watched him enter the building

and then detonated the explosives?

That's our theory. Excuse me.

I can't believe that.

A bomb.

That's horrible.

That poor man.

- What man? - Superman.

He comes here to help us.

Can you imagine how he must feel?

I think so.

Doesn't make any sense.

Who would want to kill Superman?

[instrumental music]

Yeah, I like the new cape, mom. We're getting there.

But what do I do about this?

It's not coming out.

(Martha) 'Clark, is it a dirt stain or an oil based stain?'

I-I don't know, mom. It's a bomb stain.

Clark, are you sure you're alright?

We saw that explosion on television.

- It was no nickel popper. - I'm fine.

Now if I can only get this out.

(Martha) 'The important thing is blot, don't rub.'

(Jonathan) 'Will you two forget about the laundry for a minute?'

We got a serious problem here.

Jonathan, it's not certain

the explosion was aimed at him.

Ah, bull. Somebody's gunning for our boy.

(Martha) 'Our boy can take care of himself.'

It's-it's not me I'm worried about, mom.

It's everyone else in Metropolis.

- Who do you think it is, son? - I don't know.

I got a couple of leads, though.

There's something about those suicide attempts.

Two people jumping from buildings

on a direct line of sight across the city

at exactly the same time.

(Jonathan) Uh-huh.

Alright then, Clark, you call us.

I will. I promise.

[sighs]

[knock on door]

Extra key, Kent.

I'll just, uh..

Wrong apartment.

♪ See that she's a lady ♪

♪ From the way she walks ♪

♪ I knew she was my woman ♪

♪ From the way she talks ♪

- Excuse me. - Oh, Kent, I-I found it!

♪ She's a good girl for me ♪

♪ I'm thinkin' about her baby ♪

♪ I should just let her be ♪

♪ Slow down come back ♪

♪ Take my advice ♪

♪ No one's gonna stop me I'm feelin' right ♪

♪ Slow down come back you gotta be strong ♪

♪ Sophisticated woman ain't no man's fool ♪

♪ Sophisticated lady better than you ♪

♪ Sophisticated woman a dream come true ♪♪

Jennifer, it's Clark from the newsroom again.

Uh, any progress on the background stuff

on Monique Kahn and Jules Johnson?

How about employment records?

Okay, well, send them up as soon as you do.

Great. Thank you.

CK, Metropolis Hospital on line three.

(Clark) 'Dr. Newman?'

Thanks for returning my call.

'Yes.'

'Uh-huh.'

'Really?'

Well, that's unusual, isn't it?

I see.

Okay, well, thank you very much.

Great.

Is that the same Dr. Newman that did

the psychiatric evaluations on the attempted suicides?

Yep.

So...what've we got?

We? There is no we.

I'm quoting directly.

- Spill it. - Heh. Okay.

They've both been released. Jules Johnson immediately.

They don't think he ever meant to jump.

Now, Monique Kahn, on the other hand was hysterical.

Turns out she's afraid of heights.

She's afraid of heights and she jumps off a 30-story building?

- Doesn't sound right, does it? - Hmm. What else?

While she was sedated she kept mumbling something about a test.

Test?

Test of courage? I don't get it.

'What else?'

- That's all. - It's not much.

Lois, Lois, I had an idea

for a way to track down Superman.

(Lois) 'Great. Let's hear it.'

Olsen! When I say soda, I mean real soda.

'Not this lily-livered diet stuff.'

Now, if you're gonna do a job do it right!

Get!

I gotta go.

[clears throat]

♪ Although it's always crowded ♪

♪ You still can find some room ♪

♪ For broken-hearted lovers ♪

♪ To cry there in the gloom ♪

♪ Be so lonely baby ♪

♪ Be so lonely.. ♪♪

Chief, I have something I have to say.

So say it.

Okay, okay.

I-I am..

I am..

I am..

...a huge Elvis fan.

This is the way I like to remember the king.

Not like the last time I saw him in Vegas.

December '76.

Jimbo, the man was 30 pounds overweight.

He looked like a cross between

an ice cream salesman and a neon sign.

Did 15 shows in 11 days. I'll never know how.

His eyes were bloodshot, his hands trembled

and there was a crack in his voice

I'd never heard before.

That must've been awful for you.

(Perry) 'Awful?'

Why, it was the greatest

experience of my life.

Was that all you had to say to me?

Uh, yeah, I'm-I'm going to get you that soda now.

[music continues]

- Thank you. - Mm-hmm.

From Millie?

The employment records on the two jumpers.

They both worked at LexCorp.

Them and about a million other people in Metropolis.

What's the connection?

(Clark) Lex Luthor.

[instrumental music]

- Yes. - Excellent choice.

- Monsieur Luthor. - Yes.

I'll take a dozen in each

of the styles we discussed.

Certainement.

Shall we say two days delivery?

Two days?

Two days.

[thud]

[intense music]

Superman! Come in.

You want to know how strong I am, Luthor?

[metal creaking]

[clanks]

You wanna know how fast I am?

[gunshot]

Ah!

Does that conclude your demonstration?

The tests stop now.

Well, that would be nice, but what if they don't?

- If I were you-- - Me?

No, I admit nothing.

No, but let's assume that these tests continue.

You can't be everywhere at once, Superman.

As long as you stay in Metropolis

innocent people will die.

'Now, are you prepared to accept that responsibility?'

If I were you I'd think about it.

[intense music]

I don't know what to do.

Clark, you haven't done anything wrong.

Dad, Lois came within inches of possibly losing an eye

and others are hurt because of me.

'Because I created Superman.'

What happened to those people wasn't Superman's fault.

- It was Lex Luthor's. - But I have no proof.

I can't just throw him off a building.

[instrumental music]

[sighs]

I'm trapped.

As long as I keep Superman alive

Luthor can make good on his threat.

Son, how can we help?

You can't.

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

[siren wailing]

[music continues]

[sighs]

Penny for your thoughts.

Where is he? It's been three days.

Maybe whoever was after him scared him off.

I refuse to believe that. Superman is not a coward.

'He would not turn tail at the first sign of trouble.'

What's with you, Clark?

You look like you lost your best friend.

I..

What you need is a pick-me-up.

Or not.

Didn't you say you had some idea for finding Superman?

Forget it. It's a zero, like my life.

Tell me anyway.

I just thought if Superman is an alien

'and he came here from another planet'

he'd have some kind of spaceship.

Track down the spaceship somehow

and find Superman.

Huh!

- A zero. I told you. - Olsen!

Let's go.

Duty calls.

[instrumental music]

Operator, get me the EPRAD Satellite Tracking Station

in Fairbanks, Alaska.

Now Jimmy's idea.

That's it. That's the last straw.

Kent! Drive-by shooting, Third and Walnut.

- Get down there now. - Yes, sir.

Uh-huh. Okay, I'll hold.

[instrumental music]

Hi. This is Clark Kent in the newsroom.

Could I get a messenger up here, please?

Right. On my desk.

Tonight. Lois Lane's apartment.

...security clearance? Okay, I'll get one.

'How hard can it be?'

[dramatic music]

Ahh, magnificent day.

No Superman in sight.

Shall I tell your guest you'll join her soon, sir?

Yes, do that. It should be memorable.

I'm feeling exceptionally cheerful.

[shouting on television]

[sighs]

Bad?

A 15-year-old boy is in critical condition.

His mother's in shock.

His little sister can't stop crying.

'There were witnesses, of course'

'but no one's talking.'

The officer I spoke to said

they've had a half dozen like this

in the last week alone.

Sounds like a job for Superman.

Yeah, that would've made a truly great story, wouldn't it?

Forget the story, Clark.

Metropolis needs Superman.

Why?

You think he could've stopped any of this?

Or that?

No, not even Superman can be everywhere at once.

Then what good is he?

What he can't do, it doesn't matter.

It's the idea of Superman.

'Someone to believe in.'

'Someone to build a few hopes around.'

Whatever he can do, that's enough.

I just wish that I could tell him that.

I hope it's not too late.

- Lois! - Not now, Clark.

If you get a package..

(Lois) It's the idea of Superman.

Someone to believe in.

Someone to build a few hopes around.

Whatever he can do, that's enough.

[instrumental music]

[laughing]

[intense music]

[screaming]

[indistinct shouting]

[instrumental music]

[cheering]

[screeches]

I think we'll suspend testing for the time being, Asabi.

The results are substantially complete.

And I'm very pleased.

Mr. Luthor, I don't understand.

Superman has proved himself unbeatable

and you have failed to frighten him off.

Well, yes, he's tough.

In fact, he's the opponent I've been waiting for.

But unbeatable? No.

Superman has a defect.

He has a chink in his armor.

What is that?

Superman has morals.

He has ethics. He's unrelentingly good.

Because of that, I will win.

[screeching]

Good morning, Faust.

Another beginning to another fine day in Metropolis.

Let's kill some pigeons.

[screeching]

- Kent, that's good work. - Thank you, sir.

Just in the right place at the right time, I guess.

Well, that's what being a good reporter's all about.

- You keep it up. - Thank you, sir.

Where the hell's my fish?

I'm working on it, chief.

"Let there be no mistake.

Metropolis is my home now. I am here to stay."

That should make life pretty interesting.

Mmm, but where's the story behind the story? You know?

Where's the.. Where's the juicy stuff?

Where's the.. Where's the dirt?

I think that's coming in right now.

[indistinct chatter]

Lois, what happened?

Nothing. Nothing at all.

Oh, you're referring to my appearance.

Well, I think after hours of trudging through the mud

and the filth and the frogs and the things

I have a perfect right to be a bit disheveled.

By the way, did you know

that it is possible to get completely lost

at the Metropolis sewage reclamation facility?

And did you know

that there are billions of mosquitoes there?

I do...because I met them!

Of course, my little trip to hell

wasn't a total failure. I found this!

You wouldn't happen to have any idea

who sent me this, would you?

You got the story?

'You?'

Yep.

Consider this a life lesson, Lois.

No charge.

Uh-huh.

[instrumental music]

Olsen, that bass hasn't been redone.

No, chief, but I have.

Good for you, kid.

[laughs]

- You set me up? - Yes, I did.

Congratulations, Clark.

You win.

- I-I didn't win. - Oh, yes, you did.

You got the story and you took me down a peg in the process.

I guess I deserved that.

You worked hard and you earned your success.

Thank you, Lois.

That means a lot to me.

Well, I hope so.

Cherish this moment, because, Clark

you'll never experience this again.

Hey, Lois!

What've we got going on tomorrow?

Now, there you're using that word again.

Clark, there is you

there is I

there is no we.

Not yet.

- Not ever. - We'll see.

How long can you hold your breath?

[instrumental music]

A very long time.

[theme music]