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Wow. Look at this turnout.

Well, it's not every day somebody from Metropolis

wins the International Peace Prize.

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

I guess there was some question about whether or not

an extraterrestrial was actually eligible.

Mm. Alien or not, it's about time.

Why didn't you go to Stockholm with Clark

to cover the ceremony?

Oh, well, you know

Clark is so much closer to Superman than I am.

Hey, speaking of our hero..

'It's Superman!'

Great honor to meet you, Superman.

Thank you.

Thank you, uh, very much

for this generous reception.

Councilman..

...I would like to donate

this medal and this prize money

to the people of Metropolis

with whom I share this award.

Because I am nothing

if not a reflection

of the people I proudly serve

on a daily basis.

Yada, yada, yada. Put a sock in.

You said the same thing last year when you stole

the Metropolis Man Of The Year Award from me!

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

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

Probably because you're the king of sleaze.

I-I-I mean, used to be, Mr. Goode.

That's right.

Now, I'm a world-famous philanthropist.

I have spent millions of dollars rehabilitating my image.

Building shelters for the homeless

feeding the poor.. Stuff like that.

So, don't tell me that I can't buy this Peace Prize.

I mean, this is America!

Who's covering this Flyboy anyway?

Uh, that would be Samantha, sir.

'Then get her on the phone!'

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

At this time next year, that's gonna be me up on that podium

receiving that medal.

- 'Yeah? Hello?' - Samantha, Goode here.

You better have something for me, and it better be good.

To be honest with you, I'm not sure

what you expect me to find here.

We've been over this.

Mr. Wonderful cannot be that perfect

that morally pure.

I mean, my mother's a saint and I've rooted out

one or two things on her that had me screaming at night.

I understand that, sir, but it's daytime here.

There's nothing, but nuns and boy scouts.

Well, that's your problem.

Your job is to find a chink in his armor.

Something that I can exploit

with all of the power at my command.

Now, don't disappoint me!

Well, why are we just sitting around here?

Fan out! I need some dirt!

Johnson!

You ride down with me.

Now, about that king of sleaze crack.

I'm sorry about that, Mr. Goode.

I-I don't know what I was thinking.

I didn't mean anything by it. Really.

Oh, now, that's okay, Johnson.

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

Okay.

I missed you.

Hmm. Well, I'm not... really back yet.

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

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

like my husband's still in the air.

Not exactly the kind of welcome home I had planned.

Actually, uh, Ms. Lane, I-I had no idea

that I was gonna win the prize.

- Well. - I..

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

Oh, a weekend in bed in a mountain hideaway.

Where not everything is done at super speed.

'And, now this "INN Special Report."'

'After weeks of stalled talks the leaders of'

'Eastern European nations Latislan and Podansk'

'arrived in Metropolis today'

'in an attempt to diffuse escalating tensions.'

'The break came when the United Nations asked Superman'

'fresh from winning the International Peace Prize'

'to mediate the talks.'

President Kasparov, it's an honor.

The honor is mine, Superman.

'It is only because of you, a shining symbol'

of truth and justice

that my people are even willing to discuss peace

even though we have suffered far too long

at the hands of our enemies.

You have suffered only because of the brutality

you have perpetrated against my people, Kasparov.

We've had promises made and promises broken.

As have my people.

Which is why you are our last hope.

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

Sirs, if you'll both be truthful with me

and with each other

then I'm sure together we can find the road to peace.

Oh, great.

He's gonna stop a war now, heh heh.

I think I'm gonna puke.

Mr. Goode, great news.

I think I saw something I wasn't supposed to see

when Lois Lane was interviewing Superman.

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

Better, it seems like everyone's hero

is doing some very un-heroic things

with a certain ace reporter.

That's it?

He's giving her an interview. Big deal.

Why don't you come over to my elevator?

- I wanna show you something. - 'No, wait.'

Watch their body language.

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

And then this.

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

'Lois Lane has had virtually every exclusive with Superman'

since he flew onto the scene four years ago.

Are you saying that Superman's knocking red boots

with a married woman?

That's my guess.

Well, your guess isn't good enough!

We need proof and corroborating evidence to back this up.

Well, gee, we've never bothered with that before, Mr. Goode.

But we're dealing with Superman here.

So, we have to be totally scrupulous

as disturbing as that may seem.

Here's another Superman scoop for you.

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

to disclose the locations

of their respective nuclear weapons

and allow him to simply destroy them.

Which means they won't be able to annihilate each other

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

You know..

...you seem to get..

...a lot of credit

for these Superman exclusives. What do I get?

How about two days and two nights up in the mountains..

...at Chateau Roberge?

Chateau Roberge. Wow.

The hideaway for the ultra-exclusive

and rich and famous? How'd you get us in?

Oh, I have my ways.

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

That. Is that the hotel's confirmation letter?

Well, a girl has to have some secrets.

- Let me see. Let me see. - No.

- I'm not gonna give it to you. - Let me see.

- No, I'm not gonna give it to... - Lois, Lois, let me see...

- Cute. - Mm-hmm.

Okay.

Ah, um..

That is not fair.

"Dear Ms. Lane, we are extremely excited

about your proposed article on our Chateau."

But you're not writing any article.

I might... someday.

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

It was an exaggeration.

It was a minor distortion.

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

Nobody got hurt, it's not like they're letting us in

for free or anything.

- Lois. - Ugh.

Fine. We'll take the moral high ground.

I'll cancel the reservation.

You can spend the weekend with those old warhorses

and get a jump on your peace talk.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

On second thought..

...since their proposals aren't gonna be finished till Monday

it is the perfect weekend for us to get away.

Mm.

'Even though the leaders of Latislan and Podansk'

are set to meet with Superman, the UN has confirmed that

the military buildup continues on both sides of the border.

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

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

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

Superman's gonna have a little chat

with these two old warhorses, get them to honor their truce.

- Don't be long. - Mm.

Mm.

Lois Lane?

Okay, you don't know me.

I'm just a pencil pusher in research.

I'm Samantha, and you're my idol.

Oh, thank you. Thank you very much.

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

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

you can't have everything.

- Excuse me? - What's Superman like?

- Like? - Yeah.

You know, is he seeing anyone?

'Cause I was thinking, if he's not

that maybe you could do a girlfriend a favor

and introduce me.

Of course, I don't even know if he dates

outside his own species, but...

Uh, I don't mean to be rude but, uh

I have a plane to catch.

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

Sorry, I'm late.

'Long day at the office.'

- Isn't it nice? - Very nice.

- I missed you. - And I missed you.

Mm.

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

Ugh.

Oh.

'Uh.'

Did you hear something?

No. It was nothing.

'Mr. Goode, you are not gonna believe this.'

Right after I hung up with you

guess who flew into Lois Lane's room?

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

like world-class mattress tramps.

Hey!

- Ah! - 'Sorry.'

Sir. Sorry. What?

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

I definitely got an exposure. Mm-hmm.

I'll get it developed right away.

Bye.

Oh, God.

Think, think.

' "Hank's Photo Lab."'

'Barry Dunning live at the scene of the crime'

where this tale of sordid super sleaze took place.

The people of Metropolis are saying no to Superman.

Oh, my gosh!

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

It's not that bad.

You guys haven't seen this morning's.

"National Inquisitor," have you?

That supermarket rag? Why would we?

- Or the "Dirt Digger?" - Of course not, Jimmy.

What's going on?

Oh, my God, Clark.

- Lois. - That's me.

And the Superman.

Guys, let me just be the first to say

that I don't believe it for a second, alright?

It's obviously fake. The photograph's fake.

It's unequivocally bogus. I..

Although, it's a pretty good work.

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

- The mat lines all match... - Jimmy.

Sorry. On your team, 100%.

Lois. Clark! In my office.

Uh, chief, first of all, I want you to know...

Of course, I don't believe a word of it, Lois.

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

I've never seen two people so in love.

This is just pure tabloid trash.

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

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

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

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

The, uh, fellas upstairs are breathing down my neck

to clean up this mess.

So, uh..

What do you want me to do?

What do we print?

'Super seduction or lust for Lois?'

No to Superman.

'Formerly trusted man of..'

My guest is father Morgan.

This is fantastic! It's everywhere.

They're all picking it up.

Every station, every wire, every show.

It's even on the Internet.

Oh, Superman's blood is in the water

and the sharks are swimming in to take a bite.

You're a genius, Mr. Goode.

Call me Randy.

'Cause you just climbed up the ladder.

Ms. Vice President.

- Are you serious? - As a heart attack!

Are you kidding me? This is the biggest story of the year!

Superman's image will be fading

as fast as Michael Bolton's hairline.

'This is fabulous.'

And for the first time one of our stories

is actually authentic.

No. No. No, but we can't stop here.

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

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

against Superman!

Anything goes, even if it's a lie!

The more outrageous, the better!

Uh, Superman uses X-ray vision to peep at my sister.

Superman, uh-uh-uh, dropped me while he was flying

and I smelt booze on his breath.

We don't need Kryptonite to destroy Superman.

We've got the most powerful weapon ever invented, a scandal!

And we're gonna take Superman down with it.

And, then..

...there'll be a new man of the year. Me.

I'm most concerned about the children, Barry.

After all, Superman was their one undisputed

moral reference point, and, tsk..

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

Then how can our children take morality seriously

if the pillar of morality himself has committed adultery?

Is that the point you're making, father?

Exactly, the consequences could be calamity and it's..

Shocking story continues to rock people everywhere.

I think it's a tragedy.

I've got a four and a five-year-old.

'Uh, what am I supposed to tell them, you know?'

Superman was their hero.

I used to look up to Lois Lane

and I felt that I could really trust her reporting.

But, now.. This is all her fault.

She is the one who seduced him.

Poor Clark Kent.

I think it's awesome, you think

I wouldn't be out bagging babes if I had super powers?

I've heard enough of this trash.

Forget about it.

Let's just concentrate

on getting to the bottom of this.

The bottom of what?

Something like this doesn't just happen by accident.

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

Uh, Superman was not supposed to be at Chateau Roberge.

Lois Lane and Clark Kent were.

Well, either way, the first thing we should do

is figure out who took this picture.

It's un-credited, which is suspicious

considering all the notoriety it's gotten.

I mean, you'd think that this photographer

would be all over the TV circuit by now

if there weren't more to it.

That might be true, but...

I guess it's just the price we pay

for being in the public eye, you know.

Every once in a while

somebody's gonna take a potshot at us.

Like last year, when that woman claimed to have had.

Superman's love child.

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

That was a lie. This, this isn't.

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

This says that Lois Lane cheated on her husband

and we both know that's not true.

Okay, yes, but the point is that

the whole rest of the world doesn't know that, honey.

A-and there's no way of telling them the real truth.

Well, then, I'll just deny it.

No, I'll issue a statement that says that it was a hoax.

That somebody was impersonating me.

Or better yet, Superman should do it.

He should have a press conference and just say

that it wasn't us. The world believes him.

Oh, wait a minute, you're seriously suggesting

that Superman lie?

I'm suggesting that we do whatever it takes

to get to who's trying to get at us.

Or-or you or me.

- That's what I'm suggesting. - I agree.

That's very important, honey, but I think

there's a bigger issue here... the truth.

And the truth is..

...that this is you and me in this picture.

And, lying, especially for Superman

should never be an option.

Uh-huh. Even a little white lie.

Like the one I told to get us into the hotel

and therefore, into this entire mess.

No, that's not what I'm saying.

Well, that's what you were thinking.

- No. - Now who's lying?

Lois..

...this whole thing is our fault.

We've gotten a little bit relaxed.

We've forgotten that there are not just two people

in this marriage. There are three.

You, me..

...and Superman.

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

But it can't disguise how I feel about you

or how we feel about each other.

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

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

How long can this thing last, anyway?

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

have called off the peace talks

'because Superman can no longer be trusted.'

War appears inevitable now.

Might last longer than we think.

'...live from the Podansk DMZ.'

I-I don't believe in Superman anymore.

'You don't believe in him?'

'Tonight on "Top Copy.."'

'It seems Lois Lane isn't the only woman'

'Superman has been seeing.'

'Meet the Texas twins who claim Superman's cape'

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

- Uh. - Uh, no.

- How you holding up? - Well..

Considering I'm one notch below Cruella de Vil

on the popularity scale, great.

Everywhere I go, it's cold stares

and... even colder shoulders.

I think people blame me for bringing down their hero.

Nice one, Lois.

Well, if it makes you feel any better

they're not too crazy about their hero, either.

The ladies in the steno pool are using a picture of Superman

as a dart board.

I'm sorry.

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

...you too. What is all this?

Uh, condolence gifts for... me.

Homemade fudge?

A couple of women downstairs whipped it up.

Oh. I see.

- I eat crow, you get fudge. - Honey, half of me gets fudge.

The other half gets darts thrown at him.

'And now this special report.'

'With peace talks broken down'

because of the Superman scandal

border skirmishes have erupted between Latislan and Podansk.

'UN troops report short-range missiles already airborne.'

Wait a minute.

Sources now say an unidentified object

is streaking to intercept one of the missiles.

Apparently, that unidentified object

'was Superman.'

Alright, Superman!

Jimmy, I need your help.

I tracked down six of the labs

that those rags use to develop photographs.

You mean use to fake those photographs?

Uh, yeah, yeah. That's what I meant.

Good, because I've done some checking too.

See, there's only certain places in town who specialize

in that kind of high-tech digital compositing.

So, whoever faked the photographs had to go through

one of those labs in order to pull it off, right?

So, I'll try to have a list for you by the end of the day.

Great. Heh.

Um... you know, why-why don't you

uh, just check on those first, though?

Because I-I sort of have an instinct that

uh, that might be where we'll find what we're looking for.

Lois Lane? Hi, Ms. Lane.

- My name is Barry Dunny. - I know who you are.

Oh, then you're familiar with my show.

"In Your Face With Barry Dunny."

Yeah, riveting journalism especially, the show on

cross-dressing cousins and the

has-been child stars who love them.

Well, thank you. That means a lot coming from you.

You know, Ms. Lane, I'm gonna give you a chance

to tell your side of the story.

No comment.

What about the photograph, Ms. Lane?

No comment.

And are you or are you not

having an affair with Superman?

No comment!

What do you say to those who are calling you.

Superman's super strumpet?

They're calling me super strumpet?

- Care to respond? - No.

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

The truth means nothing to you.

All you're interested in is sleaze.

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

and you are not gonna get what you're digging

for here, vulture boy.

I'm not gonna give you some sound bite

that you can twist and turn.

Whatever my relationship is with Superman

is nobody's damn business but my own.

So, get out of my face!

General, Caviar?

President Kasparov, Canape?

Forgive my bluntness, Mr. Goode

but I am a suspicious man by nature.

'Why are you so interested in resurrecting these talks?'

Yes. What do you get out of it?

Why, I get what we all get potentially.

Peace on earth and goodwill towards men.

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

I thought the least I could do was see if we

can't find a solution together.

- Shrimp? - I beg your pardon?

Cocktail. Care for a shrimp cocktail?

You said Superman would be here to explain everything.

- Where is he? - Well, he told me he'd be here.

Maybe Lois Lane got tickets to "Cats" or something.

'No, gentlemen, it looks as though'

we've been disappointed yet again.

Now, I would be more than happy to shepherd you

through these talks if you'll allow it.

Come, sit.

Superman.

You must call a cease-fire immediately.

There is nothing that this war could ever achieve

that you couldn't better achieve without it.

Who are you to lecture us?

You're no better than the common politician.

You stand for nothing!

I stand for what is right.

And what is right is peace.

Please, don't let any side issues distract you

from our common goal.

Peace is built on the cornerstone of trust, Superman

and if either one of us is to trust you again

first you must explain... this.

And this.

Yeah, Superman.

We're all ears.

Gentlemen, you trusted me enough

to ask me to mediate these peace talks.

Trust me now when I tell you that this photograph

is not what it appears to be.

Superman..

...General Navance and myself

we, we understand such things.

We're world leaders.

But our people are not so sophisticated.

They're outraged by what you've done.

They won't allow you to broker our peace talks

unless you can give them a more acceptable explanation..

Mr. President..

'...can twist and turn, whatever my relationship is'

with Superman is nobody's damn business but my own!

So, get out of my face!

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

'she and Superman are indeed having an affair.'

'And apparently, so passionate, so intimate'

she can't even put it into words.

Well, talk about denials.

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

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

Brilliant. My missiles will destroy you first.

- Uh, gentlemen, please. - Enough talk!

'Mr. President, General'

I will explain.

And I will rebuild your trust in me.

Tomorrow at noon..

...I'll hold a press conference

'and all your questions will be answered.'

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

we can talk peace.

Please, gentlemen..

...thousands of lives depend on you.

No, my friend ...those lives depend on you.

'And what you say tomorrow.'

Well, then... tomorrow at noon.

I know, I'm looking forward to it.

Very well.

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

Think, think, think. Think, think.

What do you mean?

I mean that super stud says

he's got an explanation for that photograph.

'I mean, what in the world could it be?'

I mean, after all, it is authentic!

No, no, no, no, no, no.

If he wiggles out of this

if he gets these bozos to shake hands

there'll be no stopping him.

I mean, the man of steel will have gotten

a brand-new non-stick Teflon coating

and I'll never be Man of the Year!

I've come up with a plan that will guarantee

the peace talks fail

and make Superman responsible for it.

Oh.

Oh, I like it.

Miss..

...Senior Vice President.

So... what do we do?

I said no comment! Hey.

Get out of those rose bushes. That's private property.

'Was he faster than a speeding bullet?'

I beg your pardon. I'm a married woman.

'We had a pack of wolves at our place too.'

Jonathan, Martha, what are you doing here?

Clark said you two wanted to talk to us.

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

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

To say about what?

This so-called scandal..

'...is spreading like wildfire.'

I have to stop it... now.

If I don't, war will break out

and a lot of people are gonna die.

So, I've decided..

...that the only way to clear all this up

is to tell the whole world the truth.

The truth about what?

That Superman cannot be having an affair

with Clark Kent's wife..

...because Clark Kent..

...is Superman.

Uh, Clark, you can't do this.

Lois, the only way to regain the world's trust is to tell them

that I am Superman. I don't have a choice.

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

I know it'll be hard, dad.

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

But never mind about your father and me.

It's not going to affect us much

but it's going to affect you plenty.

Clark Kent won't even exist anymore.

You won't have any kind of private life.

And neither will Lois, she won't be able to go anywhere

'as herself anymore, let alone continue as a reporter.'

She'll just become Superman's wife.

I know. I-I know!

Don't you think I thought about all this?

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

I'm trying to stop a war.

I'm trying to protect what Superman is

what he stands for.

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

'What makes you think that the world'

'is gonna start trusting Superman again'

when they find out that he's been lying to them all along

about who he really is?

Clark, there's a greater truth to protect here

and that's the idea of who Superman is.

If you tell them that you're married

that you have feelings and desires like everybody else

then that image of a hero is shattered.

It's gone.

'People need to believe in that mythic truth.'

That is what Superman is all about

and that is what you should protect above all else.

And I will protect it, Lois.

Because even in this... cynical world

somebody has to stand for integrity.

And if that's what I say I stand for..

...then I have to mean it.

Alright. Fine.

Then I guess, uh..

'...I have until tomorrow'

to figure out who's behind this and why.

Excuse me.

- 'Metro Air?' - Hi.

Uh, I'm trying to find the name of a passenger

who might have flown to Chateau Roberge

and back to Metropolis overnight.

'I'm sorry, ma'am, it's company policy... '

Yeah, I know you don't usually give out

that kind of information, but this is Lois Lane, and I...

Hello?

Uh, hello?

So much for professional courtesy.

Lois, you know those composite labs I've been checking out?

- Yeah. - Well, here's one.

Hank's Photo Lab on 3rd Street, somebody told me

to look into them, 'cause they're not real legitimate

but they do good work, you know, fake passports and stuff.

Jimmy, uh, we're running out of time.

Hank's used to be "Dirt Digger's" biggest client

so I did some checking.

Turns out that a huge payment was made to them

the day just before the photographs were published.

So, this photo could be a fake?

Well, yeah, but you knew that already.

Uh, yeah. No, of course, I-I knew it.

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

If-if you knew that it was a fake.

Right.

Right.

Well, great! This is just great.

Let's, uh, let's go pay Hank a visit, huh?

Looks like Hank left his door open.

Wow, check it out.

Layout computers, spectrum analyzers

digital compositors.

'You can take this stuff and manipulate images'

'into anything you can dream up'

whether it really exists or not.

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

I'm beginning to get a pretty good idea.

There's nothing here about Superman, though.

These digital compositors are supposed to have a memory cache.

They should have the last several entries..

...digitally stored. Just give me a second.

'Looks like Hank's doing a lot of business'

with the "Dirt Digger."

Hey, wait a minute.

These invoices are addressed to Goode International.

- Randy Goode? - Ha ha. Bingo.

Alright. See, two different snapshots of you and Superman.

Now, watch this.

It looks like they've created texture map from these photos.

Then they applied the texture map into wire-framed models.

Designate the area to be scanned

once they composite the images

they can put you in any position.

Ta-da. Instant scandal.

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

Jimmy, can you download this from the compositor

so we can use it as evidence?

Yeah. It'll take me a while.

Do it. Meet me at City Hall at noon.

I gotta catch Superman before it's too late.

Before what's too late?

Oh, what.. Aah! No!

Ah! Put me down! Ah! Ow! No!

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

Alright, Goode, what do you want?

It's simple. I want Superman to rescue you, Ms. Lane

sauce for the goose as it were

and as he saves his paramour in predictable fashion

a bomb will explode in the very place he gathered

those old peace treaty geezers, killing them both.

They're meeting in your office.

You're gonna blow up your own building?

Well, who would ever guess that I was behind it?

Brilliant, aren't I?

Naturally, everyone will blame Superman for the blast

because he'll be with you at the time.

I mean, this ought to discredit him after all, don't you think?

Except you can't make me yell for help

and if I don't, he won't come for me.

Oh, well, that's very brave, Ms. Lane

but I've already thought of that.

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

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

'Sleep tight, Ms. Lane.'

Is Superman faster than a speeding adulterer?

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

When the clock strikes 12 in just a few short minutes

we will finally know what the world wants to know.

Does the Man of Steel have a naughty little secret

or doesn't he?

'Thank you, Barry, and in other news..'

Gentlemen, I pray for peace.

Now, if you'll excuse me

I'm going to go to the press conference

and show my support for Superman.

- Everything set? - Lois is in position.

And the trigger mechanism is armed.

For whom the bell tolls.

Uh... pardon me, folks, a little snag.

I-I'll be right back.

What kind of stunt is he pulling now?

- Mm. - Alright. Don't worry.

- I'm gonna get you out of here. - Mm-mm. Mm. Hmm.

- What? - Hmm. Hmm.

'Warning, you have activated'

'the pressure-sensitive triggering system.'

'Please stand back.'

Okay.

Okay, uh..

- Hmm-hmm. - What?

Charades. Okay.

Six words. First word.

- Hmm. - Pointing at that..

- Mm-hmm. - Point.. Me?

- Guns! - Mm-hmm, mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

- Ugh. - Trigger?

Please!

Please, now. Patience, patience.

Citizens, please. Please.

- Third word. Gesundheit. - Hmm. Mm-hmm.

What? You're sneezing. Sneezing. Sneezes.

- Mm-hmm. - 'Wiping your nose.'

- Blowing your nose. Wipe... - Mm! Mm!

Blowing, blowing, blowing your nose.

- Mm, mm. - Short. Blowing. Blow. Blow.

- Mm-hmm. Hmm. Hmm. - Trigger also blows..

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

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

- Sixth word. - 'Mm-hmm.'

'Sounds like..'

Sounds like, uh..

Music.. Sounds like walking.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Walking.

Walking..

T-talking. Talking. Sounds like talking.

Talks. Talk. Talk..

Trigger also blows up..

- Mm. Hmm. Hmm. - ...peace talks.

- Mm. - Okay, but first things first.

Do you think anyone was hurt?

No, it was only rigged for your room.

Wait.. An ultrasonic signal.

That must be their triggering mechanism.

Fortunately, light travels faster than sound.

- Where's the boom? - No boom.

I think it's time for a little trip out of the country.

You and me on a slow boat.

Me on the boat and you dragging behind it.

Going somewhere, Mr. Goode?

We can prove everything, including the faked photograph.

- What fake photograph? - Lois!

Does Hank's Photo Lab ring any bells?

- No. - Oops.

Oops? What do you mean, "Oops?"

Officers, do you mind taking them?

I have a statement to make.

Oops? What does "Oops" mean?

- The photo was a.. - What are you gonna say?

I'm gonna tell the truth, Lois.

Nothing changes that.

Ladies and gentlemen first and foremost, let me just say

that I have always stood for truth

'above all else. It's our moral compass.'

The only thing that stands between right and wrong.

Everything that I am..

...everything that I do

is a reflection of that truth.

As Superman, I have never..

...nor will I ever dishonor that.

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

Superman... are you having an illicit affair with Lois Lane?

Yeah.

'Truth! The truth!'

The truth is..

...no.

I am not having nor have I ever had

an illicit affair with Lois Lane.

'Then how do you explain that photograph?'

The photograph in question is a fake.

I have proof that shows it's all part of

'a very, very carefully orchestrated smear campaign.'

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

He is here right there next to Lois.

That's what that ring on her finger symbolizes.

Clark and Lois trust each other

and that's the only truth that really matters.

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

Not bad, huh?

Had me on the edge of my seat.

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

'Good as new.'

Nice of Superman to put it back together.

Mm.

- Did anyone see you? - No, absolutely not.

- I checked very carefully. - Mm-hmm.

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

Mm, it was good.

Did he have to make not having an illicit affair

sound so noble?

Are you alright with it?

Well, I told the truth.

I mean..

I answered the questions they asked me truthfully.

So, you're not completely comfortable?

No, not completely.

There was a larger truth to protect here

and in this instance ...it was the right thing to do.

- Hmm. - Just..

Do me one favor, okay?

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

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

Yes. Oh. Whoa, your feet are freezing.

- Warm them up. - Okay.

Ah!

You missed.

No, I didn't.