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Who's the last person to see Eric Press

before he disappeared?

Uh, his parents, Sunday night.

Hmm.

You'd think if it was a kidnapping

they would've got a ransom demand by now.

The police don't have any leads?

No, something tells me that computer hackers

aren't exactly a high priority for 'em.

Hey, Jimmy, you're a cyber guy.

You ever heard of Eric Press?

Eric Press? Are you kidding?

He's like the Michael Jordan of hackers.

Last year, he tapped into the Pentagon mainframe

pulled off the coolest prank.

It was..

...childish, really immature. Frankly, I was appalled.

See, if he can break into the Pentagon's computer

he can break into anyone's.

And that kind of access is pretty valuable.

- 'Hey, guys.' - Hey, Ralph.

Did you hear what happened?

Perry just got promoted.

- Get out. - Swear to God. Corporate job.

He's upstairs right now getting his stripes.

You're kidding? When did that happen?

Oh, this afternoon, right after they let old man Rosen go.

Circulation problems, apparently.

- Heart? - No, subscriptions.

- They're down eight percent. - Hey, well, great for Perry.

- He deserves it. - Yeah. Who's gonna replace him?

Scuttlebutt is, it's gonna be one of you two.

- O-one of us? - Uh-huh.

But we're not even department heads.

- How is that possible? - Believe me.

I've been asking myself the same..

I mean, I think either one of you

would make an excellent choice. Heh.

Should be interesting on the marriage though.

I'm gonna go see what I can find out.

- Wow. - Wow is right.

What are we gonna do?

- Do about what? - About what Ralph said.

What if one of us gets the job over the other?

How are we gonna handle that?

Aren't we jumping the gun here?

I-I mean, maybe they'll pick somebody else.

Or maybe not, I just wouldn't wanna

see it affect our relationship, that's all.

Hey, look, if it will make you feel any better.

I'm gonna take myself out of the running right now.

- It's just not that important... - No, no, no.

It's not that important to me either, and besides

you can't do that because you would make a great editor.

Me? No, no. You!

You're the one with all the Kerth awards, honey.

- You deserve it. - Oh, well, I don't know.

And what does deserve really mean anyway?

Can we make a pact?

We'll be okay, no matter what?

No matter what.

- Thanks. - 'I'm proud of you.'

Perry, congratulations. We-we just heard.

- We're so happy for you. - Oh, thanks.

Everything's happening so fast

my head's spinnin' around like an old '45.

- I'll bet. - Now, listen..

I gotta get back upstairs.

I'm still tryin' to figure out

what the hell my new job is about.

But in the meantime, we gotta keep

the presses rollin' down here.

And for that, y'all gonna need an editor.

'Now, this is just temporary, mind you'

till we all have a chance to sit down

and sort through things.

That said, it, uh, it was a difficult decision.

Well, it's one of the most difficult

I've ever had to make actually.

'So, without further ado the, uh, new editor'

in chief of the Daily Planet is Lois.

Yes!

I mean..

Wow, wow, wow.

Now, printing will tell you they need copy

by 8:00 to make deadline.

But don't you be afraid to switch out

your lead up until 10:15.

- Right. - If you have to.

And don't let the sales people bully you.

You just remind them

we're a newspaper not a bus bench.

- Ditto classifieds. - Okay.

Oh, and, uh, watch your overtime sheets

especially the art department

or the bean counters will be all over you

faster than the king could swallow a T-bone.

Got it, I think.

Well, you're gonna make a terrific editor.

I'd better. I learned from the best.

Ta da!

Oh, here, here, let me get this out of the way.

My wife, the boss.

- I still can't believe it. - He-he-he.

Now, listen, you sure you two okay with this?

I mean, I, uh, I didn't wanna ruffle any feathers.

Don't worry. We've already talked about it.

Everything's fine. Really.

You're sure?

Positive, chief.

In fact, I'm kind of looking forward to

sleeping with the boss.

Ha-ha! Alright. Alright.

I gotta get out of here.

Now, Clark..

...come on, let's let the lady do some work.

What story are we gonna do?

Oh, yeah, well, you know, I'll be back and forth

pickin' up things, checking in on Lois.

- I'll, I'll be around. - He-he. Okay.

Listen, uh, Clark, uh, I would have picked

both Lois and you to run this deal.

The problem is, it's basically a one person job.

That's okay, chief.

Well, I just want you to know

in every category you were neck and neck.

Finally came down to who had more experience.

Uh, that's the only way I could make my decision.

Believe me, you made the right choice.

Oh, well, boy..

...it's a hard to believe after 30 years in the newsroom

I won't be hanging my hat here anymore.

Uh, CK, you're okay, right

with Lois and everything?

Why does everybody keep asking me that?

- Yes, of course. - Okay, good.

'Cause, uh, I need your help, alright?

Um, okay, you see that girl over there

by the vending machines?

Darlene, she works in research.

We went out once, I didn't wanna go out twice

and now every time I turn around, there she is.

You ever see "Fatal Attraction?"

Come on, Jimmy, her?

She looks so..

- ...sweet. - No, no.

There's something seriously wrong with her, alright?

I-I got dead roses delivered at my place, okay?

Maybe you could just pretend to order me like

to do something and she'll get the hint and go away?

Uh, I gotta go. Sorry.

But, uh..

Uh..

Yeah! Yeah! Okay.

I'll get right on that for you, Mr. Kent.

The computer.

They're making the system overload!

Superman, thank God!

What happened?

The computers have gone haywire, they opened

all the safety valves in the hydrogen tanks.

People are still inside. It could blow any second.

Aah!

Look at Superman.

What a show off.

Ugh, I hate him.

Wish I could just blow him up. Wait.

I am going to blow him up. Ha ha ha.

That's why we're here, right, Eric?

Okay, blue boy.

Let's see just how invulnerable you really are.

You okay? Uhh. Oh.

It's Superman!

Oh, are you okay?

Yeah, it's a good thing

no one else was inside there, though.

'I can't even tell if the blast affected him.'

I don't know how to work this stuff.

Look, you're the computer whiz. You do it.

You kidnapped me, Ethan.

- So? - So, I'm your brother.

You can't kidnap your brother.

I always used to tie you up when we were little kids.

What's the difference?

The difference is you're forcing me

to help you kill Superman.

Need I remind you, little brother

that he silenced the single greatest voice who ever spoke.

Our childhood hero, Lex Luthor?

- Lex died like a year ago. - Oh.

You're just getting around to this now?

It took me that long

to find Superman's Achilles heel.

The chink in his impenetrable armor.

And now, thanks to you..

Wait a minute, I only hacked

- into S.T.A. - R Labs' computer as a prank.

Nevertheless, you got the key

to Superman's confidential medical files

and with them, we know the key to his powers

lies in his vast energy reserves.

What did you say, he's like, uh, one big battery, right?

So, all we have to do is find a way

to drain that battery and make him vulnerable.

And then, when Superman is dead..

...we won't be remembered as some spoiled, little rich kids.

Like Brutus and Booth and Oswald before us.

The names Ethan and Eric Press will live in infamy.

- You're sick. - I take after dad's side.

You don't have a chance, Ethan.

Even a blast that big hardly put a dent

'in Superman's bioelectric aura.'

Ah.

So, it did affect him?

Barely. Look.

'This monitor shows his bioelectrical strength.'

It dipped for like a nanosecond.

It's gonna take a radical force to really drain him.

And, even then, you're gonna need

an incredibly powerful weapon

to take advantage of it before he rejuvenates.

No problem.

You tapped into the Pentagon once, you can do it again.

Oh, Jimmy, can you do something for me?

Anything, name it.

Uh, I need you to get a list of the last outgoing calls

from Eric Press' modem line as soon as possible.

- Gladly. - Thanks.

Annie, how's your subway hijacking story going?

Fine. I snagged an interview with the suspect.

I'm meeting him at 3:00.

Shouldn't have any trouble making deadline.

Okay, good. Harry, your metro lead?

The O'Connor murder.

Got a tip the wife is gonna confess.

I oughta have copy for you by 6:00.

Perfect. Ralph?

I think we're talking column one here.

Everything I got says the mayor's

definitely havin' an affair with that call girl.

Sounds more like tabloid page one to me, though.

'Agreed, except for his honor's pillow talk'

apparently spills the beans on some major corruption.

Heh. I'm just waitin' for my source to confirm.

Okay, keep me posted.

Uh, Clark, are you any further along

on that missing hacker story?

- Further along? - Do you have any new leads?

Well, ahem, nothing concrete, but, uh, I think I'm close.

That-that lab explosion yesterday looks like

it was caused by somebody tapping into their computers.

It could be him.

- Can you prove a connection? - Not yet.

Uh, but I've got Jimmy workin' on something that might.

So there's no story there?

Again, not yet. I just need some time to break it.

Good. Uh, can I talk to you outside?

Just take a second.

Be right back.

Ooh.

- Lois, what are you doin'? - What do you mean?

I mean, if I didn't know any better

I'd say you're tryin' to kill my story in there.

Wait a minute, you are killing my story.

Clark, I'm sorry, but I don't have a choice.

You don't understand the pressure I'm under

to generate good stories.

It takes time to build good stories, Lois.

You know that better than anyone.

Miss lane, excuse me

but copy department's on line.

- 2-5. - I'll be right there.

You thought there was a story there

when we were workin' on it.

Yes, that's true, and that's when I had

one story to worry about. Now I have 50.

They said it's really important.

O-okay. Let's talk about this later okay.

In-in the meantime, I wanna team you up with Ralph

on that mayor story, okay?

Ralph? Lois, you gotta be kidding?

Oh.

You've got editorial at 5:00, the printer's union rep at 5:30

and Phil needs you to approve an orthopedic chair for him.

Orthopedic chair?

- Copy department. - Oh.

- Lois. - Oh, one second.

Hello, I-I mean, Lane here.

No, I don't have my lead yet.

Well, you better prep the subway as backup.

Okay, thanks.

Did I eat lunch?

Lois, you gotta slow down and delegate.

And believe me, you can only go

at super speed for so long.

I know, I know. I just wanna do a good job.

Perry put so much faith in me and I just

really, really don't wanna blow it.

Honey, honey, you're not gonna blow it.

That's not your style.

But this whole thing with me and Ralph..

Okay, that is just not gonna happen.

Oh, look, I know he's green

but he might be onto something and I think you can help.

Besides, Perry used to mix us up all the time

and you never objected to him.

Clark, you're the best reporter I've got.

I can't afford to not have you on

what might be the best story.

Please try to understand.

I need your support. Please?

Hey, hey! No currying favor with the boss, Kent.

What is it, Ralph?

Staff meeting. Are we through?

Oh, God! Sorry, I forgot.

Honey, honey, what about dinner?

Oh, I'll just grab something here.

No, no my parents are coming.

What? Oh, right. Yes.

Uh, okay, no problem.

Put 'er there, partner.

- You Press? - That's me.

You're the one that contacted me?

Actually, that was my brother.

He's the one with the high level... access.

Whatever.

Just so we're clear..

...we're not havin' this conversation.

This weapon doesn't exist and I'm not really here.

I understand.

What you're looking at is the most deadly weapon on earth

the Quantum Disbander, a new

and improved version of the Quantum Disruptor.

It's lighter and more energy conscious than its predecessor.

Yet still more than capable of

long range target annihilation.

- May I? - Mm.

Mind if I ask what you're gonna use that for?

Actually..

...I'm testing to see exactly how much force it requires

to drain Superman's super reserves

which would, according to my theory, render him vulnerable

which would, in turn, create a brief window of opportunity

for me to be able to kill him.

And from everything you described

this weapon sounds like it'll do just the trick.

Oops, I forgot.

You're not really here.

Uh..

Totally cool.

I can't believe how late I am.

You think they'll know it's frozen?

Hey, was I supposed to pick up the dry cleaning or were you?

Oops.

Okay, I'll get the door, you get the phone.

Uhh.

Hello? Yes, it is.

- Hi. - Hi, honey.

- Hope we're not late. - No, no, you guys are fine.

Actually, Lois is just on the phone.

Well, we've got to get the early edition out somehow.

Can't we just rent a truck?

Oh, what, is she running the newspaper now?

Actually, yes, she is, just temporarily anyway.

Perry got promoted, she's the new editor.

- Hey, that is great. - Well.

- Isn't it? - Yeah, yeah.

'I didn't know she was interested'

'in editing the paper?'

'At least she never talk... ' - Yeah, just do it.

You've got my approval. Bye.

Sorry. Delivery truck broke down.

Lois, we are so happy for you.

Thanks. It's exciting.

Yeah.

Let's eat.

Uh, sorry. Just go ahead and start.

Lane here. Yeah.

Look, son, if this is a bad time, we could, uh..

No, no, dad. Everything's just a little bit crazed right now.

- It's all fine. - Oh, it's to be expected.

It's perfectly understandable.

- Yeah. - Okay, thanks.

Martha.

Oh, this looks delicious. Did you make it?

Uh, I better get that.

I guess it's your turn to watch her take off

at a moment's notice, huh?

Hello? Hello?

It's gonna take her a while to get all this sorted out.

Yeah, I know, mom.

Hang up. Ha ha.

Let's eat.

'Reports say that the east..'

What is it, son?

Uh, a bridge collapsed. I-I'd better..

Oh, of course, go.

Yeah. I'm sorry.

Uh..

Excuse me.

Lane here.

- Let's eat. - Ha ha.

Yeah.

Morning. What's so funny?

Just getting coffee.

- Nothing, Miss Lane. - Morning.

Everybody's gonna look at you a little bit differently

now that you're the boss, Lois.

Even though you are exactly the same you were yesterday.

Oh, here, don't mind if I do.

Don't they have coffee upstairs?

Oh, yeah, but they got that fancy designer espresso junk.

Tastes like sludge.

Nothing like the taste of good ol' newsroom java, huh?

So, how's it going?

You, uh, doin' okay?

Let's just say I had no idea how much you juggle every day.

You made it look so easy.

You didn't see me when I first started.

Believe me, I was running around here

like a roof rooster.

- Really? - Oh, Lois, I was a mess.

It's a ton of responsibility.

You're squeezed from every angle, it all rests

on your shoulders and the worst part

the job can be very isolating at times.

Lois, just give yourself some time.

You got the brass to do this job

otherwise, I wouldn't have picked you.

So, how's your new job going? Do you like it?

What's not to like?

More money, less hours. Heh.

Yeah, yeah, uh..

Uh, well, you know, I, uh, I gotta get back upstairs.

Clark Kent.

Thanks.

Here's what I got on the mayor

just get you up to speed, interview notes

corroborating witnesses, the works.

Want some?

- No, thank you. - Suit yourself.

Let me know when you're caught up.

I noticed some of the witnesses' statements

seem to contradict each other.

Especially the interview with the call girl.

I-it almost reads like she's settin' him up.

Well, yeah, but you read that stuff already?

Uh, speed reading classes.

I-I thought you said you had some incriminating photographs?

'Ralph, line 2.'

That's probably my source now. Uh..

Better let me talk to him alone.

You know, he trusts me.

Just sit back and watch a real pro go to work here.

Ralph here.

Yeah. Yeah, I've been waiting for your call.

'What do you got?' Uh-huh.

Run! It's overheating. We can't shut it down.

Everybody clear the area!

Just a sec. Hey, where are you goin'?

Uh, uh, I forgot my wallet. I'll be right back.

Hey, uh, say hi to your mom for me, will you?

Yeah, sure, o..

'Ralph? Ralphie?'

Lois, have you seen CK?

I've got those phone records he asked me for.

- Phone records? - Yeah, you know.

On the hacker story?

Oh, uh, he's not on that anymore.

Just put them anywhere. Thanks, Jimmy.

You're the boss.

Oh, how long can a person wait?

Forget it! Let's get out of here!

- What's wrong? - We can't shut it down.

The-the computer's actually forcing the engine to overheat.

Can't you shut off the fuel supply?

The-the only way is to fuse the internal pump.

Superman, we've got a nuclear warhead in the silo.

- If this thing explodes.. - I understand. Go.

Alright. The moment it blows, we crash through the gate.

And we zap him.

What's he doing?

He's fusing the fuel supply line.

How'd he do that? Heh.

He wasn't supposed to be able to do that.

Yeah, but look how much it drained him.

- Alright, that's it. - Uh, wait. Wait.

'Look, he's already restoring himself.'

How is that possible?

The sun recharges him. It's the source of his powers.

So... if we drain his powers

and we keep him out of the sun then that will be

our window of opportunity to kill him?

Look, stop saying we and us, Ethan.

What am I doing? I'm outta here.

Eric.

Well, come on.

You wouldn't kill your own brother... would you?

You remember Sunday school? Kane and Abel?

I always liked Kane.

Sit down.

Gee.

This sucks.

Hey, Jimmy, how you comin' on those phone records?

Uh, maybe you'd better talk to Lois about that.

She sort of told me you weren't on the story any longer.

This is nuts.

- Got a minute, Lois? - Oh, yeah.

Just, uh, checking the typesetting.

I just got back from watching Superman

save a test rocket from nearly exploding.

- Is... Superman alright? - Yeah, he'll live.

But whoever caused it tapped into their computer system.

It's got Eric Press' MO written all over it.

You think it's tied to the lab explosion?

Well, maybe, yeah, which means

that obviously this isn't some kind of prank.

He's up to somethin' big.

Do you have any evidence to support that?

No.

So you still can't prove a connection.

Lois, there's a story here. I know it. I just have to find it.

Without hard facts there is no story, honey. I'm sorry.

I-I can't believe you're saying this.

As a reporter, you would never take that position.

As a reporter, no.

But I'm talking as an editor.

Now, if I'm wrong, I'll take the heat for it

but I'm just trying to do what's best for the paper.

And I'm tryin' to do what's best for my story

and for the living, breathing people of Metropolis

who might actually buy the paper.

You know, you're not the only one

who fights for truth, justice, and the American way.

In fact, as I recall, I'm the person that coined that phrase.

- Your point? - My point!

Is that without hard facts I can't have you

on this story and as the editor

I'm assigning you to Ralph's story.

You don't need a reporter for Ralph's story, Lois.

'You need a hook and ladder because that boy'

blowin' smoke, he does not have a story.

How do you think it makes me look

when everybody sees you working on a story

that I explicitly took you off of?

Like you're letting me follow my reporter's instincts.

You know what I think?

I think you have a real problem with the fact that

I'm the one in the family wearing the tights

pants, I mean pants.

- That's ridiculous. - Really?

Then why were you moping around at dinner last night?

Moping? How would you even know?

You weren't even there half the time.

And you're the one that took off in the middle of it.

A bridge collapsed, Lois. What do you want me to do?

Well, I was dealing with my own crisis.

You know what? Yeah, I noticed.

See? I knew this was gonna affect us.

Well, congratulations!

First fight.

Honey..

So, are you riding in with me?

I'm supposed to meet Ralph downtown.

We're supposedly meeting his source.

Oh. Good.

Yeah.

Well, uh, bye.

Bye.

Mornin', boss. He he he.

Hope you don't mind me takin' your old desk.

Gotta be close to Kent now, you know?

Oh. Yeah, sure. No problem.

Whoop! Better get goin'.

Don't wanna keep my new partner waitin'. Ha ha ha!

Excuse me.

Sorry, Miss Lane.

Hi.

Hi! Martha. What a surprise.

- What are you doing here? - Oh.

I was just in the neighborhood, I thought

maybe I could buy you a cup of coffee.

Oh, I'd love to but I really can't leave now.

That's what I figured. Nonfat, no sugar, right?

Dad, what are you doin' here?

Well, I called the office. They said you were here.

Plain cake doughnuts, right?

Yeah.

Believe me, honey after 40 years of marriage

I could spot a fight comin' a mile away.

Good eye. This one's a doozy, too.

Let me guess, can't sleep

can't concentrate. Got a big knot in your stomach.

Size of an anvil and you're constantly fighting the urge

to call her up and apologize.

Even though you don't think you have anything

to apologize for.

Am I getting warm here?

I can't believe we're fighting like this.

I mean, you know, it just seems like

it came out of nowhere.

I remember your mother's and my first fight.

Total sucker punch. I never saw it coming.

Although, I, I forget what it was all about now.

He bought a new truck without even

talking to me about it first.

We were newlyweds and he was used to

still making all his decisions alone.

- And you put a stop to that? - Yes, but..

...we didn't talk to each other for three days.

Worst five days of my life.

Believe me, felt more like 55.

That's how I feel. But what am I supposed to do?

I mean, I know Lois is under a lot of pressure right now

a-and she needs my support

but in order for me to give it to her

I have to ignore my own gut instincts

and I don't know if I can do that.

I-I don't know that I should.

Well, I don't think I can help you out there, son.

But part of what you're going through is just being married.

Learning how to deal with each other's shifting lives.

The problem is that right now..

...it feels like they're shifting apart.

Two days ago, we were a team doin' everything together and..

Now we're apart, and it hurts me too.

But what am I supposed to do, not do the best job I can?

Of course not.

Just because you're not partners right now

doesn't mean you're not still a team.

That's what makes you two so special together.

You just need to give yourself some time.

It's a big change for both of you.

Look, son, you can't expect to figure it out overnight.

No chance of that happening.

Well, not if you don't talk to each other, there isn't.

With everything the two of you have been through,

you should know that better than anybody.

You're right.

Thanks for the coffee.

You know, I've always wanted what's right for my son.

Now I want the best for my daughter, too.

I'm not saying that the bridge collapse isn't news.

It's just not column one, that's all.

Personally, I think we should do the subway story.

I mean, it's local news. We are a commuter paper.

Of course, no one asked me.

Lois?

Um, uh, the subway.

No. It was all over last night's TV news.

It's ancient history already. What else do we have?

I suppose we could go with the mayor story but I don't...

Jimmy, why did Clark ask you to run these numbers?

Uh, I think he was trying to connect up

the hacker's computer with the research lab.

Personally, I think we had the mayor on his heels

the entire interview. I mean he was trippin' over..

...for emergency at the Rocket Propulsion Center.

The Rocket Center!

Excuse me?

'Hey, Lois, what've you got?'

- S.T.A.R. Labs. - What about it?

Eric Press called S.T.A.R. Labs'

confidential modem line from his computer

the day before he disappeared.

I'm sorry, what does this

have to do with the front page?

Jimmy, can you tap into his home computer

see what he wanted from S.T.A.R. Labs?

Yeah. It's a piece of cake.

Once I'm in, all I have to do is check

his, uh, recently downloaded files.

This looks like a job for Superman to me.

Alright, remember, Eric, our timing must be very precise.

Our window..

I thought we had this discussion already, Eric.

No. Wait, Ethan. I can explain.

No! Ethan not the typewriter.

'Fraid so.

- Ding! - Not the carriage return.

- Ding! - Knock it off!

I've had it, Ethan!

'I'm sick and tired of you beating me up'

and tellin' me what to do! No more!

Okay, just put it down, Eric.

I swear to God, Ethan, I'll shoot you. I will.

Really?

Okay, go ahead.

Shoot. I dare ya.

Don't tempt me.

Oh, but that's exactly what I want to do, tempt you.

'See exactly what you're made of.'

If you have the Press family spine

or if you're still just the weak runt of the litter

that I could've offed any number of times.

'Go ahead. Be a man.'

Pull the trigger.

Chicken.

Good-bye, Ethan.

Oh.

I disarmed it.

Ha ha ha. You know, just in case.

Ha ha ha.

'Whoa. What's he doin' with these?'

What is it?

Dr. Klein's classified medical files on Superman.

Check it out, it's, it's like the secret

to how all of his powers work.

Why would he want that?

I don't know but it can't be good

for Superman that's for sure.

The lab explosion. The rocket.

What if those were just tests to see if he..

Oh, my God.

- Where's Clark? - Well, I don't wanna be..

A tattletale especially since he's your hubby...

- Where is Clark? - Hey!

He just disappeared again, okay? He does that.

Said somethin' about a Rocket Center or something.

I don't know.

Superman, it's happening again!

Only this time, it's the nuclear warhead. In the silo!

Alright, I'll fly it into space.

Wait! Wait! No! It's pressure sensitive.

As soon as you hit the stratosphere, she'll blow.

Where do you put your nuclear waste?

In the silo, there's a mile deep well.

If it's all the same to you, I'd like to run for my life now.

'Ha ha! See, Eric?'

I told you he'd save the day. Ha ha!

You superheroes are so predictable.

Eric? As in Eric Press?

I swear, Superman, I never wanted anything to do...

Oh, stop groveling. Ugh.

Anyway, you're wasting your mea culpas on him.

'He won't be around long enough to exonerate you.'

To wit..

Totally cool.

Wonder if there's a video game in this.

Now, let's see if you can handle a second blast.

- Did you hit him? - I don't know.

I-I think so.

Over there!

I think I got him.

You sure?

No.

You boys have got a lot of... explaining to do.

Unh!

Well, well. Ha ha ha! Look at this, Eric.

Unh.

Worked after all. Ha ha.

'I give you credit though, Supes.'

Nuked point blank.

Took all those blasts and look at you.

'Still kickin'. Ha ha!'

Barely.

Of course, the bad news is that your

super reserves are all but tapped out

and it's not exactly sunny in here, is it?

Amazing, isn't it?

Of all the villains who've wanted you dead.

I am gonna be the one to pull it off.

'A spoiled dilettante with too much time on my hands.'

(inhales deeply

Lex would be so proud.

- No! - Oh, yes.

- What are you doin' here? - I came to save you.

Does this mean that you're not mad at me anymore?

- Are you okay? - Hmh.

I am now.

Great. Wait till dad finds out about this.

He's gonna kill us.

Looks like our lead story to me.

- So no corrections? - Wait. Wait.

The byline should have Lois' name on it, too.

A-after all, you did crack the case.

Well, you would've if I hadn't sat on the evidence.

'Maybe. Maybe not.'

The bottom line is that we did it together.

Okay.

You're the boss.

Hey, chief! What are you doin' down here?

Oh, uh, I just thought I'd stop by

see how things are goin'. You know.

Oh, God, I love the smell of ink in the morning.

'But it's not morning.'

Oh, hell, Jimmy, I know that.

It just doesn't sound as good, you know.

Well, we miss you.

- 'Look, Perry.' - Uh, Lois..

- Um, well, you go ahead. - What.. You go ahead.

Alright, look. I'm not gonna beat around the bush.

Truth is, I miss the news room somethin' awful.

I guess after being down here for some 30 odd years.

It's just, it's just part of me.

No, I don't want you to think I'm asking you to step aside

because I'm not.

Uh, it's just that

after spending the last few days upstairs

with those fancy suits, sipping lattes and taking lunches..

Well, I.. It's, it's just not my style.

Chief, chief, you should let Lois...

Uh, uh, now, here's what I propose.

Lois, you and I both run the newspaper together.

Partners. Editors in chief.

What do you say?

I'd say, I already have a partner.

Uh. Yeah.

Well, it, uh, I-I guess it was-it was worth a shot.

Uh, you don't understand. Uh, I don't wanna be editor anymore.

No, I understand. It's just that I..

What-what?

You can have your old job back

as long as I can have mine

because I miss being a reporter

as much as you miss being in the news room.

Lois... are you sure?

Positive.

Ha ha. You got a deal. Here.

Lois! I got a killer scoop.

Guaranteed headline.

Oh, don't tell me. Tell Perry.

- He's the editor. - What?

Perry! Swear to God, you're really gonna love this.

- Can we go home and talk? - Hmm. Sure.

- Hey, CK. - Oh, let me just grab my coat.

Check it out.

Looks like Darlene wasn't out to get me after all.

I guess I was a little paranoid, huh?

I think you've seen too many movies, Jimmy.

Yeah.

Goodnight.

Hey.

Don't forget to lock your doors at night.

Kinda scary, huh?

How quickly things can fall apart?

I guess we were a little naive

to think that it wouldn't affect us.

I should've let you run with the story all along, Clark.

Are you sayin' that if you had to do it over again

that you wouldn't kill my story?

I'd kill it in a second, if I were editor.

Being editor, that's what I won't do over again.

- Are you sure about that? - Totally.

I know where I belong, where the action is.

And that would be?

Usually with you.

Hmm. Good.

Does this mean we've made up?

Yeah.

Mm.

Is anybody watching?

No. Why?