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[man whistling]

How about a game of one-on-one?

You're Bo.

- I know.
- Why, yeah, right.

I mean, you would know.

Sure. Yeah.

First free throw gets the ball.

Okay.

Bo knows free throws.

[instrumental music]

What can I say?
Bo knows jump shots.

[Bo grunts]

Oh, no, no, no, no.
Don't tell me.

- Bo knows hook shots.
- You got it.

[music continues]

[Bo grunts]

Bo don't know that.

[theme music]

[explosion]

[music continues]

(Perry)
'The sales department
has just sent down this, uh'

'well, little reminder.'

But I'm gonna make it
easy for everybody.

What it says is that
ever since Preston Carpenter

bought the "Metropolis Star"
and started throwing his money

around this town,
the "Star" has been selling

'twice as many newspapers
as the "Planet"'

both newsstand and subscription.

Can anybody explain this to me?

- Bigger type, smaller words?
- 'No, Lois.'

Carpenter's got reporters
out-hustling us on the street.

In the last month,
the "Star" has outscooped us

on every single major
news story in this town.

Now, what am I gonna lead off
this afternoon's edition with

that's gonna change all that?

Well, Secretary Wallace
is in town

to sign that nuclear
arms treaty with Omir.

We're waiting to hear
on a one-on-one.

That'll really have them
lining up at the newsstands.

Lois, have you got
a better idea?

Police charity scams?

[scoffs]

At least it's local.

(Perry)
'Now, people, for 50 years'

the "Daily Planet's" been
the top dog in this town

and the "Metropolis Star" has
been this dirty little puppy

nipping at our heels.

Now, I don't mean
to be an alarmist

but unless we get some major
news stories on our own

the faces around here
are gonna start changing.

Now what we need
is a good scandal.

A crime wave--

- Hotel fire.
- That'll do.

There's a woman trapped
on a ledge at the Metropolitan

and the fire department's
ladders can't reach her.

Yes! Lois, Clark,
shake some tail.

Alright.

Oh, I forgot something.
You go ahead. I'll catch up.

[indistinct chatter]

[siren wailing]

(female #1)
Help!

'Help!'

[screams]

(Linda)
'If not for the incredible
last-second rescue by Superman.'

Excuse me, Superman.
Linda King, "Metropolis Star."

Can you tell me what
it was like up there?

The smoke was very intense.

Visibility to the human eye,
probably zero.

I'm just lucky that she held on
long enough for me to get here.

A mother with three children,
it would've been awful.

- Now if you'll excuse me.
- Thank you.

Just another day
in the life of a superhero.

That's it. Thanks.
Great. Bye.

(Lois)
Excuse me. "Daily Planet."

What are you doing here?

Lois, it's nice
to see you too.

What's it been,
six years since graduation?

Unfortunately,
you haven't changed a bit.

Linda, we're not
starting this again.

I'm here on business
for the "Daily Planet."

I need to talk to Superman.

Oh, you just missed him.
He was very helpful.

Not only did he save the woman
at the last second

but he was nice enough
to give me a quote for my story.

- Your story?
- Haven't you heard?

I'm working
for the "Metropolis Star"

and I believe
you've just been scooped.

[instrumental music]

So you got scooped.
It happens.

Now you just have to focus
on the next story.

Spare me
the Smallville pep talk.

I wasn't just scooped.

A hideous part of my past

just reared its ugly head.

Well, never let it
be said that Lois Lane

doesn't have a flair
for exaggeration.

You don't know
this woman, Clark.

She has no conscience.
She can't even spell it.

It was a dark day
for the "Daily Planet"

when Linda King rode into town.

Go ahead, mock me.

You don't know the depths
to which this woman will stoop

to get a story or anything else
for that matter.

Do I detect
the scent of jealousy?

No.

Detect the smell of a rat
and she just scurried in.

Hi, Lois. I thought
we could get reacquainted.

Or not.

- Hi. I'm Linda King.
- Hi. Clark Kent.

- I've heard a lot about you.
- From Lois?

Let me guess.
Has no conscience.

- Will stoop to anything?
- See?

- Heh-heh. She's kidding.
- No, I'm not.

And one more thing,
stay away from Superman.

I guess Lois thinks Superman's
her own personal source

doesn't she?

'You know, I'd really
like to talk to him again.'

Is that the reason you're here?

Well, wouldn't an introduction
fall into the category

of professional courtesy?

[chuckles]
Sorry.

Well, then what shall we
talk about?

Uh, I read your article
on the hotel fires.

- Very good work.
- Thank you.

Surprising to hear you
say that though.

Well, just because
we're competitors doesn't mean

that we can't appreciate
the competition.

I also like the editorial
that your publisher wrote

uh, demanding changes
in the fire department.

He's a very powerful writer.

Preston Carpenter
is a very powerful man, period.

B-by the way,
he's having a party tonight

at the Metropolis Press Club.
Do you wanna go?

It's so last minute and I hate
to go to those things alone.

So bring a date.

I'd ask you to be mine,
but I already have one.

Okay, sure.

Great. I'll see you tonight.

Bye, Lois.

[gasps]
Alright. What did she want?

She invited me,
uh, us, you and me

to a dinner that
Carpenter's throwing tonight.

You wanna go?

How could you accept
an invitation from her

after everything I told you?

Lois, we might learn something.

Oh, I'm sure
that's the only reason

Clark Kent, All American Boy,
wants to go.

[chuckles]
What time should I pick you up?

You will not be picking me up.

I'll meet you there at 7:00.

[jazz music]

Lois.
You, you look incredible.

[sighs]
Have you seen Linda?

Well, no one fields a compliment
quite like you do.

I wonder what she's wearing.

Wild guess, but I'm thinking
there's more to this rivalry

than just who's the better
reporter. Am I right?

- Don't insult me.
- I insulted you?

There's no question
who's the better reporter.

(Linda)
Hello, Charles.
How are you?

- Don't look at her.
- Lois, what a surprise.

You're Clark's date.

What else do you two
do together?

Well, I thought you two
might enjoy catching up.

What happened, Linda?
Your date stand you up?

Of course not.
Follow me. I'll introduce you.

Lois, I love your dress.
You're so lucky.

I can never wear
anything off the rack.

- Preston.
- Linda.

Oh, you look so beautiful.

I'm at a loss for words
to describe her.

I could help you there.

Preston, this is Clark Kent.

He's a reporter
for the "Daily Planet"

and his date Lois Lane.

Preston Carpenter.

Actually,
we're a reporting team.

The "Daily Planet"
was a fine paper in its day.

Fine paper, but things change.

And that's a lesson
in life, I guess.

Either you make it happen
or it happens to you.

Excuse me. The mayor would
like a moment with you.

- 'Thank you very much.'
- Yes. Excuse me, will you?

Well, now we know
how you got your job.

Lois, you don't mind
if Clark and I dance, do you?

[jazz music]

- 'Where have you been?'
- Fire department.

They think the hotel's
a probable arson.

Why don't you get down there
and get me some aftermath photos

investigators sifting through
rubble, that sort of thing.

'Why are you reading
that tabloid rag?'

CK got his picture
on the society section.

He's dancing with Linda King.

[sighs]

I need some good news.

Well, I wouldn't read
the bulletin board.

Why?

Paper's cut out
expense accounts.

- They can't do that.
- They just did.

Memo says it's cutting costs
due to lower circulation.

CK thinks that paid sick days
are the next thing to go.

(Lois)
'Where is Clark?'

I think he had a lunch date
with Linda King.

If anybody wants me,
I'll be at the Fudge Castle..

...on my own money.

Since you were kind enough
to read my work

I've been reading some of yours.

I'm impressed with you, Clark.

I'm not easily impressed.

Well, most of it
was written with Lois.

That says even more
about your talent.

[chuckles]
Actually, I've learned
a lot from her.

Clark, just what exactly is
your relationship with Lois?

It's not d-defined.

Define not defined.

[cell phone rings]

Excuse me.

King.

I'm here at the Tri-Crown.

Okay.

Carpenter.

He likes to know where
his reporters are at all times.

- Don't you log out?
- Oh, sure.

But nothing goes on
at the "Star"

without Carpenter's say-so.

He's the most hands-on publisher
I've ever worked for.

Well, judging by the way
the "Star's" been getting

its stories lately,
I'd say it works for him.

We've just had a run
of great luck.

It takes more than great luck

to be in the right place
at the right time.

I'd like to take credit,
but truth be told

I only nailed that fire story

because I happened
to be at the hotel

covering a fashion show
when it broke out.

[siren wailing]

- Sort of like this?
- Sort of.

(Linda)
Can you tell me what happened?

Yeah, cable broke
in the elevator.

Car's dangling
on the 73rd floor.

Clark?

[indistinct chatter]

(male #1)
'The cable snapped.
Let's move.'

Here, let me borrow your camera.

[clanking]

Superman!

[crowd cheering
and applauding]]

The afternoon edition.

Well done, Stark.

Don't you just love
the news business?

- This wasn't easy.
- It's not supposed to be easy.

I wouldn't need your services
if it was easy, would I?

Yeah, well..

How many more?

As many as it takes to kill
the "Daily Planet."

Because then, Stark,
I will control

over 80% of what
the American people read.

And when you control
what they read

you control what they think.

And when you control
what they think

then you can really
begin to make it happen.

Now who knows what's wrong
with this picture?

I'm gonna tell you
what's wrong with this picture.

What's wrong with this picture
is that we have no picture.

Superman is the biggest story
of the day.

And the only picture we've got
is a picture of a weather graph.

'Now, could someone please
explain this to me?'

Well, chief, the, uh,
first diagram illustrates

the amount of rainfall
we're getting this year

and the pie chart..

How could you let that,
that bottom-feeder..

- Scoop you like this?
- Bottom--

And what were you doing
having lunch with her anyway?

What are you asking him for?

You wanna know something,
go out and buy the "Star."

They know everything.

I bet they don't know how
much rain we got this year.

People, I can assure you

if we don't come up with some
solid, page one stories PDQ

the only writing you're gonna be
doing is writing your resumes.

[phone rings]

'Now, what do we got?'

(Jimmy)
Conference room.

- Anybody?
- 'Uh, uh-huh.'

What in the Sam Hill

am I supposed to tell
my publisher if he calls?

Well, whatever it is, he's
waiting to hear it on line one.

Just a warning, folks.

I've seen papers
shut down before

and it's not a pretty sight.

It ain't pretty at all.

[indistinct chatter]

[suspenseful music]

I know Linda's writing style
is absolutely mesmerizing

but please try not to drool.

How long are you gonna
keep acting like this?

Me? You're the one
who's more concerned

with being on the "Star's"
society page

than making the "Planet's"
front page.

Is that what this is about?

You're jealous because you think

I'm infatuated with Linda King?

I wouldn't care if you were
infatuated with Don King.

What I care about is the quality
of reporting at the "Planet."

Well, then you should
be happy to see this.

Okay, I see it,
When do I get happy?

This is elevator cable.

I found it in the shaft
after the accident.

Check out the end.

Don't feel happy,
but I am closing in on bored.

It's not frayed, Lois.
It's smooth like it's been cut.

Cut?

- Then the accident--
- Wasn't an accident.

Somebody wanted the elevator
to fall.

Clark, do you know
what this means?

I can scoop Linda. Oh!

- You?
- Yes, me. I-I mean us.

I mean us. I meant to say us.
Didn't I say us?

Uh-huh, yeah. Look,
before we write anything

I want the lab to verify
my, our theory.

Right. Absolutely. Of course.

Messenger!
Get me a messenger!

Lois, why don't we sit down,
grab a bite to eat?

You know, calm down.
You seem a little tense.

Tense? No, I'm not tense.
I am perfectly fine.

I am just perfectly fine.

- Are you the messenger?
- Uh, no.

Get me the messenger.

Alright, let's think
this thing through.

Assume the elevator cable
was cut.

Who would benefit from it?
You'd kill a random person.

The building owner, an
insurance scam? I don't know.

- 'Welcome to the Press Club.'
- What's this?

Looks like a promotion
for the "Star."

Yeah, look. Every customer
receives a free copy.

Oh, it's not bad enough,
Carpenter has to lower

his newsstand price,
now he's giving it away.

What are you looking at?

Carpenter has an editorial
demanding stronger

building codes in light
of the elevator accident.

He's calling
for a criminal investigation

into the manufacturers.

- So?
- So he's a fast writer.

It's in the same edition
as Linda's article.

The man's a walking opinion.

It's not like he'd have
to do a lot of thinking.

- Still..
- I'll be right back.

Order me angel hair
with tomato and basil.

No olive oil,
extra parmesan cheese.

Two page one stories
in as many days

you should be very proud
of yourself.

It's an unexpected start,
I'll say that.

To me,
it's not unexpected at all.

You're a man of vision.
Isn't that what they say?

I am a man of action.

Do you remember
Charles Foster Kane?

- Of course.
- 'My idol.'

Even though he was
only a movie character.

I've devoted my time
to becoming the genuine article.

- Aren't you already?
- Not quite.

You see, Kane not only reported
the news, he made it.

He set out an agenda
for the entire country

and then he had his papers
promote that agenda

and the country went along
and soon..

...I will have that kind
of power.

Does that excite you
as much as it excites me?

I don't think we should
confuse our relationship.

My dear, if there's one thing
I am not, it's confused.

I've got a deadline.

I've got to get back
to the office.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

[indistinct chatter]

[chuckles]
Looking for your career?

I lost my bracelet.

I've seen how
you accessorize, Lois.

Believe me, it's not
worth the effort.

Is there no getting away
from you?

Actually, I was wondering
what you were doing here.

- I am a member.
- Oh, really?

I thought members had to be
working for a news organization

that was still in business.

Don't start swaggering yet.

Although on second thought

your hips could use
a little exercise.

Speaking of bodies,
that partner of yours

great one, buns of steel.

- How would you know?
- Oh.

You don't need superman's X-ray
vision to figure that out.

Listen, Linda, I'm warning you.
Stay away from him.

You said that about Superman.
What is it with you?

Clark's good-hearted
and he's a little naive

And I wouldn't wanna
see him get hurt.

And I know you'd just be
using him to get back at me.

Oh, Lois, for me
to wanna get back at you

means you'd have to have done
something that mattered to me..

...which you haven't.

Clark, could I ask
a favor of you?

He's working.
We are working.

Looks to me like
you're having dinner.

You had lunch with the man.
Aren't you full yet?

Would you please walk me
to the train station?

It would really help me out.

By all means, Clark,
help her out.

- Then lock the door behind her.
- Oh, such wit, Lois.

Maybe that'll help you
pass the hours

at the unemployment office.

Do you guys mind
if I say something here?

No! Tell her no and let's eat.

She probably doesn't
know her way around.

She knows her way
around well enough

to beat us out of two stories
since she's been here.

Trust me.

Uh, there's a train station
about two blocks from here.

I'll be right back.

(Linda)
'Bye, Lois.'

Come over to my place.

I'll build a fire,
make some coffee.

Lois is waiting for me
at the Press Club.

Lois should be used
to disappointment.

Look, I don't know
what it is between you two

but she is my partner.

Here you go. Trains come by
every couple minutes.

Goodnight.

Clark, you said
your relationship with Lois

was not defined.

Well, professionally, it is.

Well, if you ever wanna redefine
yourself professionally..

...or personally..

(man on PA system)
'This is final boarding call
for train 120'

'departing for Hobbs station.'

[knock on door]

- Who is it?
- 'Lois, it's me.'

(Clark)
'I'm sorry.'

'Lois?'

[knocking on door]

You didn't have to leave.

- I was only gone a few minutes.
- 'I'm a busy person.'

- I have things to do. I have--
- What? Scrub your grout?

You are really letting
this woman get to you, Lois.

Get to me?

Alright. Um..

This doesn't go beyond
this room, you understand?

Okay.

Linda and I were best friends.

We were very competitive.

I know you may not believe this,
but there was a time

when I had to be the best
at everything.

Anyway..

...I was dating this guy Paul.

He was an editor.

He was a senior and I had
a really big crush on him.

And things were happening
and I got this story

about these football players
at our school

that weren't taking
their own exams.

I thought this is it.

This is the story that's gonna
make him feel about me

the way I feel about him.

Did it?

No. It didn't.

Because somehow
Linda stole my story

and wrote it under her name.

Of course, Paul fell
for her and dumped me

and she continued to please him
in ways I won't go into.

So, she stole a story
and she stole a guy

and now she's trying
to do it again?

Don't flatter yourself.

Hey, don't take this
out on me, Lois.

Why not?
You say yes to her party

and yes to her lunch
and yes to walking her home.

You're turning
into her indentured servant.

Oh, so it's okay for me to be
your servant, but nobody else's?

Clark, you are my partner
and what you do reflects on me

and I don't want
the whole world to know

that my partner
is a doormat for women.

That is not true, Lois,
and you know it.

You want the truth?
The truth is that

you're a doormat with no taste.

That's fine. That's it.
I'm out of here. Forget it.

Fine. Perfect. Go.
She's probably waiting for you.

(Clark)
'And you know,
I would love to hear'

her side of this whole story.

And I could tell her
a few things about

how impossible
you are to work with.

Really? Then why don't
you work with her too?

- Maybe I just will.
- You two deserve each other.

It's become very difficult
working with Lois.

Her obsession with Linda King
is affecting her performance.

Now, I also have to think
of my own future.

The "Planet" is a dying paper

'and I don't wanna be the one
to have to turn out the lights.'

We don't pull
any punches here, Kent.

We make things happen.

- I want you to go all out.
- Yes, sir.

That's what I intend to do.

Then welcome
to the "Metropolis Star."

Thank you.

Perry, I just got off the phone.

I hate to be the one to tell you
especially when the paper's

in trouble, but we have got
a turncoat, a Benedict Arnold

and are never gonna believe who.

- Kent.
- CK?

Yeah, well, he came in here

and offered to give
two weeks' notice

but, uh, well, I told him
he was free to go anytime

so, uh, well, he's gone.

Boy, just when you think
you get to know someone.

It's her. It's Linda King.

- Don't you see what she's done?
- No.

He's worried about his future.

And the way things are going
around here, I, uh

well, I really couldn't
give him much of an argument.

Did he mention what
kind of medical plan

they got over there?

You know what..

Don't you see what she's done?

She waves her skirt
in front of him

and he turns into some
pathetic little puppy.

Now, don't go jumping
to conclusions.

What about loyalty? What about
going down with the ship?

That's for captains.
That's why I'm still here.

- How can you be so calm?
- What's my choice?

Well, since I've been here,
I've seen you scream.

I've seen you throw things.

I even saw you put
your fist through

the conference wall once.

Now look, the only thing
we can do

is just continue what
we're supposed to be doing.

And, oh, by the by,
what you're supposed to be doing

according to this
is covering the Orani jewels

that the Ambassador of Omir
is giving to Secretary Wallace

as a, well,
lovely parting gift.

- Is that the best we've got?
- No.

The best we've got
is your editor-in-chief

hanging from the top
of the World Trade Center

in a gorilla outfit, but
my costume hasn't arrived yet.

Now, I'm gonna
page you when it does

so get out of here.

[Lois sighs]

And, uh, Lois,
it's gonna be alright.

- Trust me.
- That's what Clark told me.

Are you sure you don't
mind me suggesting

to Carpenter that we team up?

I'm just mad
I didn't suggest it first.

[cell phone rings]

King.

Yeah, we're here
in the main room.

Carpenter.

The man really keeps close tabs
on you, doesn't he?

If I tell you something,
can you keep it between us?

Well, sure. Absolutely.

He's been hitting on me.

Oh.

Don't worry.
I only have eyes for you.

Ladies and gentlemen,
the ambassador and myself

will be happy to answer a few
questions before the unveiling.

Uh, Mr. Secretary,
Clark Kent, "Metropolis Star."

- What do you think--
- Mr. Secretary.

Lois Lane,
"Daily Planet." Is it true--

Excuse me, but I believe that

Mr. Kent was asking
the question.

Mr. Kent can speak for himself.

(Linda)
Maybe, except he's so used
to you doing it for him.

You are such a hypocrite.

Me? You can sure dish it out,
but you can't take it.

Oh, why don't you just
get off your high horse?

Oh, and get down
in the gutter with you?

Ladies, please, please.

'No questions. That's it. Ahem.'

'Let's get to the
real reason we're here'

'the, uh, ceremonial exchange
from the Kingdom of Omir'

'to the United States.'

'Ladies and gentlemen'

'the gift
from the Ambassador of Omir..'

[guns cocking]

...the Orani jewels.

[coughs]

[indistinct chatter]

There are three armed men
behind that door.

You might wanna call the police.

[knock on door]

[banging on door]

Clark, you can run,
but you can't hide.

What's going on?

What do you mean
what's going on?

Don't give me that innocent act.

Me? What?

So, that's the way
you're gonna play this, huh?

Oh. Oh, I get it.

- She's here, isn't she?
- No.

That's why you can't talk.
She's here.

Is she under the bed?
Are you under the bed?

No.

Come out.

[singsong]
Come out, come out,
wherever you are.

- Lois.
- She in there?

[laughs]

No, just..

This is either not what
I thought I thought, or, uh--

Oh, uh, no, no, no.

No. See, uh, Clark's working
undercover at the "Star."

[laughs]
Oh. Of course.

- Yeah.
- Of course.

Yes! You-you wouldn't
throw everything

that you have
away on Linda King.

Well, you are right
about that, Lois.

So talk. Talk to me.

Well, uh, it..

Okay, these accidents
aren't accidents.

'The arson fire that Linda
just happened to be at.'

The elevator cable
that snapped during lunch.

There was even supposed to be
a heist of the Orani jewels.

Yeah, see, we thought they might
be staging these things

to scoop us. So, well, we,
uh, staged Clark's defection.

You could've told me that.

No, no. See, uh,
well, that was my idea.

Uh, well, uh, you seemed to be
personally involved here

and, well,
I didn't wanna risk it.

So, you mean that
I have been having

all these feelings
for nothing?

What-what feelings?

Forget it. I'm not
feeling them anymore.

This means that
Linda is in this

up to her surgically
sculptured chin.

No, I don't think so.

I mean, I thought that was it

and-and that's why I asked
to be partnered with her

but I think
she's out of the loop.

Oh. So, what do we do now?

(Perry)
'Um, well, uh,
now that you know, uh'

you two might as well
work on this together.

That is, if you, well,
still think that you can.

Oh, chief, I'm fine.

I-it's Clark here
that turns to mush

every time Linda's around.

Me? What, you're the one
who jumped in the black hole

the minute she came into town.

Don't exaggerate.

"Clark, will you
take me to the station?"

Uh, I think I'll let you two
work this out.

- I was just being polite.
- Oh, really?

You would fly her to the moon
if you could.

(Linda)
'This can't be true.'

- It can't be.
- Think about it.

Carpenter always calls
to verify your location.

I mean, he doesn't have to do
that. He's your publisher.

Unless he needs to make sure
that his man or woman

is in place
before he pulls the trigger

on whatever he has planned.

Like the elevator cable.

The lab results are back.
Definitely cut.

'It was no accident.'

You just happened to be there

just like you happened
to be at the fire.

Just like Carpenter
happened to have

a front page editorial
ready for the same edition.

I, I just feel so..

Abused? Duped? Used?

What are you, a thesaurus?

Alright, why don't you guys
just both put this on hold?

Bottom line,
it's a "Planet" story.

Absolutely.

Which we can't possibly prove
or print without Linda's help.

Exactly.

But what am I supposed to do?

Just go up to him
and say, "Hey, boss.

Where are you staging
your next disaster?"

All you have to go is
get him out of the office

long enough for us
to break into his computer.

How?

You could use
your other talents.

Wouldn't be the first time.

[knocks]

(Carpenter)
'Come in.'

I only have a moment.
Uh, what can I do for you?

I think the question is
what can I do for you?

I've been reading
the latest sales projections.

Soon the "Metropolis Star" will
be the most widely read paper

in the country
and it's all because of you.

Congratulations.

Yes, may she be a beacon
for the country.

I was hoping you'd like
to join me for lunch

as my guest to celebrate.

Well, that's very tempting,
but like I say

I'm pressed for time.

Preston, even a busy publisher
has to eat.

You know, after the other night

uh, I wasn't sure
that you were interested

in moving our relationship
beyond just business.

Who would've guessed
that a charming man like you

would have any insecurities?

Can we make it happen?

Maybe we should just eat here.

Oh, no. Let's go out.
Someplace nice.

Drinks, champagne, whatever.

You're a very interesting woman.

And the day is still young.

We're in luck.
I know this program.

[door opens]

Quick, under here.

[sighs]
What about you?

Just stay there.

[sighs]

[suspenseful music]

Oh, that was close.

Where did you hide?

Here. Look, let's not waste
any time in case he comes back.

So, tell me, what's next
for Preston Carpenter?

Running for president?

Perhaps, but only
as an interim step.

Interim to what?

My next goal is to convince
the governments of the world

that we need
an international federation

a United Nations
with real teeth.

A government
to govern all governments.

And who could possibly
head such a body?

I'm betting
this is his subdirectory.

[beeping]

Might be it, but we need
a password to get in.

Try Kane. K-A-N-E.

Linda says he has
a Citizen Kane fixation.

That's not it.
What else could it be?

- Rosebud.
- Rosebud.

- Huh?
- Great minds think alike.

Hmm, we're in.

(Clark)
'Look, here's the editorial
that ran with the hotel fire.'

And there's the one
on the building inspections

that happened the day
of the elevator accident.

Wait a minute.

"An eye for an eye is the only
course this country can take

"after today's
brutal assassination

of Secretary Wallace at his
hotel by Omir extremists."

- Secretary Wallace isn't dead.
- Not yet.

Carpenter is willing to kill
a member of the cabinet

to sell a few papers?

To drag us into a war.

And he's also willing
to kill Linda

if he finds out
that she's onto him.

Let's go.

- Lois.
- I'm coming already.

[dramatic music]

Hey, you two, take off.

They're on their way.

We want to see the inside.
Let's go.

[whispers]

Alright. Will you excuse me
for just a moment?

- I'll come with you.
- No, please.

Just order dessert for us.

Here you go. 5.50.

Thanks.

What are you doing here?
You're gonna blow everything.

Carpenter's gonna kill
Secretary Wallace.

He's already written
the editorial.

He's just waiting
for your exclusive report.

Stay here while I go
warn the secretary.

Stay here? I guess we know who
calls the shots on your team.

Oh, you don't know anything.
Stay here.

- I'm going after Clark.
- Nice try.

[suspenseful music]

- There they are.
- Come on.

This way.

(male #2)
Right through the door, sir.

(Carpenter)
Okay, boys, gather around.'

[gasps]
One of us
should call the police.

The other should stay
on the story.

You call the police.

Actually, I was thinking
you would do that.

Think again.

I'm here on a roof
across the street.

- You two set up here and here.
- Okay.

You fire when you hear my shot.

(male #3)
'You got it.'

What about your friend?

Oh, I'll take care of her.

[keypad beeping]

[cell phone ringing]

[whispering]

(Lois)
Uh-oh.

Well, my dear, I guess
I don't have to tell you

that I've been detained, do I?

I have to tell you
I'm truly sorry

that things turned out this way.

But on the other hand,
the two of you are gonna make

a fantastic 48 point headline.

[gunshot]

Breathe deeply, girls.

The freon's better
than freezing to death.

[door closes]

Life is cruel.

Don't get philosophical.
It was never your strength.

Well, don't you find it ironic

that you and I
have to die together?

- We were best friends.
- Were.

Okay, let's clear this up
once and for all.

Let's not, and if there is
someone on the other side

that asks,
we'll just say we did.

You think I stole
Paul Bender from you.

I didn't.
You weren't even dating him.

I was dating him.
I was dating him.

He came on to me.

Well, you had no willpower, huh?

None. I would've done
anything for Paul.

Just like you had no willpower
when you stole my story.

Okay, okay, so, so I was weak.

It doesn't mean
I wasn't a good friend.

It just means that..

...I wasn't as strong as you.

Wait a minute.
Just wait a minute.

You're backing into an apology

by arguing that you stole
my guy and my story

because you were under
the influence of your hormones

and because I was your best
girlfriend at the time

I was supposed
to forgive you then

and I'm not supposed to make
a big deal of it now?

- Is that what you're saying?
- Right.

[both screaming]

Okay. I forgive you.

[both coughing]

[indistinct chatter]

[Lois and Linda coughing]

[dramatic music]

[creaking]

[whooshing]

You'll be alright
in a few minutes.

- You have to save him now.
- I know. I know.

[gun cocking]

[suspenseful music]

[gunshot]

[gunshots]

[indistinct chatter]

[sirens wailing]

[clanking]

- Where did he come from?
- I don't know.

- Come on. Go. Go. Go.
- I'm going.

(Carpenter)
'Go, drive the car.
What are you waiting for?'

(male #4)
'It's not moving.'

- She did it again.
- What?

The byline,
"By Clark Kent and Lois Lane.

"Special contribution
by Linda King."

- Oh, right.
- 'How did she do that?'

Mr. White
is such a generous man.

- You have no shame.
- Yes, I do.

Not a lot, but some.

So what's next for you?

I've taken a job
on the Coast.

You wanna keep the team together
and come with me?

I'm kidding. I'm kidding.

Lois, I wanted to say
something to you.

Don't.

When you accepted my apology

it meant a lot to me.

Not to me.
I thought I was dying.

I wanted a clean slate.

(Clark)
Oh, you don't mean that.

She doesn't mean that.

- Okay, she means it.
- 'Look at it this way.'

Maybe you're the reporter
you are

because of the competition
you felt with me.

Not only am I supposed to accept

your lame apology,
but I'm supposed to thank you?

So, Linda, what paper are you
going to work with on the Coast?

No paper.
I'm out of the news.

I just optioned the film rights
to my inside story

to Preston Carpenter's
fall from grace.

It's obscene how much money

these Hollywood producers
can throw at you.

So, who's gonna play you?

Oh, I don't know.
They're gonna get some big name.

But I did have it
put in my contract

that I get to play
one of the small parts.

What part is that?

I'll try and do you justice.

Bye.

Oh.

[chuckles]

[theme music]