All language subtitles for 4. Superman IV - The Quest for Peace (1987 - 1080p BluRay)

[MAN SINGING "MY
WAY" IN RUSSIAN]

[CONTINUES SINGING
"MY WAY" IN RUSSIAN]

[IN RUSSIAN]

Misha!

[SCREAMS]

[SCREAMING]

[ALARM BLEEPING AND
BOTH SHOUTING IN RUSSIAN]

[BOTH SPEAKING RUSSIAN]

[MAN SPEAKING RUSSIAN]

[BOTH SPEAKING RUSSIAN]

[IN RUSSIAN]

LARA: Listen
carefully... my son.

By now, Kal-El...

you are entering the
atmosphere of the planet Earth.

I pray you have
made a safe journey.

Your new home's yellow sun
gives you great physical powers.

But it cannot
console your spirit.

Placed aboard this vessel
is an energy module...

all that remains of a
once-powerful civilization:

Krypton, your mother planet.

It is my last gift to you.

Once removed, the ship
will grow cold and silent...

and you will be finally alone.

The power in the module
can be used but once.

Use it wisely, my son.

Clark, you out here?

Clark Kent!

Hi, Mr. Hornsby. Over here.

- There you are.
- How are you, sir?

- I'm fine. How are you?
- Nice to see you.

- It's been a long time.
- A long time.

I was tidying up
for you to show it.

Did I mention there was an
offer to buy, sight unseen?

I don't want to sell
to a big developer.

The buyer has to want a
farm, not a shopping center.

Now darn it, Clark, why
are you so stubborn?

Today, nobody wants a farm.

You blink your eye and they'll
all be gone. That's progress.

Oh, my gosh, look at this.

Oh, what a joker old
Jonathan Kent was.

You know, I asked him what
happened to the baby's crib.

And he said:

"Oh, little Clark must've had
a bad dream and kicked it."

- I swear, Dad liked a good joke.
- Yeah.

Maybe you'd like to keep
these for your grandchildren.

Why, thank you very much, Clark.

Here, batter up.

- Oh, no...
- Come on. We'll hit a few.

Watch out now, these
will come in pretty fast.

You never could
hit a curve ball!

My decision's final about the
place. I'm holding out for a farmer.

You are?

You're just as obstinate
as your father was.

I'm sorry, that's
just the way it is.

Be careful when you
get back to Metropolis.

It's a long way from
where you were born.

Yes, sir. I never
forget that, sir.

- Bye.
- Bye, Clark.

[WHISTLES MOZART TUNE]

CONVICT: What is that
God-awful noise you're making?

Mozart, my low-forehead friend.

Even this wretched pit
can't diminish true genius.

Life itself started in
a murky pit like this.

A true genius like myself
learns to seize the moment.

You're the first to know...

that I now have plans
to re-create life itself.

Luthor, start breaking a sweat
or we'll throw you to the wolves.

Get them duds dirty.

- Move it, meathead.
- Let's see you sweat.

What's that car doing
here?! Stop that vehicle!

- Hey, stop!
- Hold it there, son.

Where the hell is this and
how do I get to Cedar City?

Ha, ha. You on the
wrong side of the state.

- No chance.
- Oh, no.

You got a fine, fine super-fine
sound system here, son.

I guess you dudes never
seen these Sensurround 100s?

Yeah, I seen one
once in a magazine.

Well, heck. Come on, get in.

- Really?
- Come on.

- You want to hear it, come on!
- All right.

Hop in, Bubba.
Let's give it a listen.

This is great!

Doors...

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

GUARD 1: Whoa! What's happening?
- The top.

Seats!

Lordy! Lordy!

And away!

Y'all come back and see us!

Launch.

[GUARDS SCREAMING]

All right!

Did I do okay or
what, Uncle Lex?

Lenny, you're the Dutch
elm disease of my family tree.

But you did fine.

You gonna skip the
country, Uncle Lex?

You pathetic product of the public
schools, I've thought of nothing else...

since I've been
incarcerated except one thing:

- Destroy Superman!
- Destroy Superman!

[TIRES SCREECHING]

Sorry.

[SPEAKING FRENCH]

Clark!

[SPEAKING FRENCH]

[GRUNTING]

Help!

Help! Help!

Somebody get help!

[ALL SHOUTING]

Superman!

[CROWD MURMURING]

He's okay. He needs a doctor.

Superman!

Gentlemen, one moment. I want
people to know that our subway...

is the safest, most reliable
public transit. Thank you.

Thanks.

WHITE: You're late, Kent.

- Sorry, won't happen again.
- Ha!

Where is everybody?

DAVID: Boring.

Tedious.

- Hey, what's going on?
- Abominable!

Regardez, voilà David Warfield.

David Warfield who owns
those sleazy tabloids?

Au contraire. Who owns those
sleazy tabloids and The Daily Planet.

Tedious.

You only read the pictures?

The fact is, Mr. White,
that I only read the ledger.

A ledger the previous owners
paid so little attention to...

I bought the paper from them.

The Daily Planet hasn't
made money in three years.

The name of the
game is making money.

Ladies and gentlemen,
my daughter, Lacy Warfield.

- Thanks, Daddy.
- It's nice to meet you.

Mr. White, Lacy
will be helping you.

Helping me? Helping me what?

Here are some mock
copies of our new layout.

It's super. We can
change the suit.

Excuse me, Mr. Warfield.
The world isn't on the brink.

Isn't that headline
irresponsible?

Maybe, but it'll sell
a lot of newspapers.

Mr. White, don't
do anything rash.

You won't turn this grand old
lady into one of your bimbos...

May I point out that Daddy
holds all of your contracts...

which you must honor.

- Excusez-moi, your spoiled-ness...
- Why is Lois speaking French?

I'm flying to Paris for the
emergency Ministers' Conference...

Not so fast. All
trips are canceled.

You mean my trip
to Paris is canceled?

Mr. White, I want to see your
books. Everyone get back to work.

This isn't fair. I'll
speak to Miss Warfield.

- Me too.
- Excuse me, Miss Warfield.

I speak for us all when
I say we'll cooperate.

Thank you.

But a reporter's first
allegiance is to the truth.

This city depends on us
and we can't let them down.

Thank you.

Is he for real?

100 percent, and
I like him that way.

- Oh, you have a thing for him.
- For Clark?! No!

LACY: He's kind of cute.

Look, Miss Warfield...

Clark is the oldest
living Boy Scout, okay?

He's trustworthy,
he's helpful...

he's loyal, he's obedient, he...

I don't know how to say it.

I just don't think he'd be
attracted to somebody like you.

Don't be silly. All men
like me. I'm very, very rich!

Why aren't there air travel
expenses for you, Mr. Kent?

I get airsick, mostly
when it's bumpy.

Lois, get in here!

Lois, explain this
column of figures.

- The president is coming
on live. CLARK: Right now?

- It won't be good.
- You always overreact.

- It won't be that terrible.
- Hopefully very terrible.

Circulation will
double with a crisis.

PRESIDENT: Because
the summit has failed...

we have no choice but to
strive to be second to none...

in the nuclear arms race.

Therefore, I am announcing
the following measures...

I know you're all
upset by the crisis.

The best thing we can do
is to try to think positively.

Now, is there anything we can do?
Doesn't anyone have a suggestion?

All right, I'll make
a suggestion.

Why don't we write
to our congressman?

- That'll do a lot of good.
- Somebody has to be an optimist.

Jeremy?

What can we do about the crisis?

STUDENT 1: He doesn't
know what's going on.

I know who I'd write
to who'd do some good.

STUDENT 2: Who? Santa Claus?
- No, Superman!

TOUR GUIDE: Superman,
in our new exhibit...

donated a strand of
his hair to the museum...

so we can have fun seeing
how strong he really is.

Here you see a
1000-pound load...

easily suspended
by his single hair.

The museum will be closing
soon, so we should hurry.

LEX: Know what I can
do with a strand of his hair?

LENNY: You could
make a flying toupee.

LEX: That hair is
Superman's genetic material.

The building blocks of his body.

With my genius and enough
nuclear power to mutate the genes...

I can create a being
more powerful than him.

With total allegiance to me.

[SNAPS FINGERS]

You better stand back.
Keep your eye out.

[ALARM RINGING]

- Miss Warfield, you want to see me?
- Hi, Clark. Come in.

I've come up with
a brilliant idea.

Oh, really?

Daddy thinks it's brilliant.

You'll write a series called
"Metropolis After Hours."

Who, me? I...

It's wonderful.
It's great, isn't it?

- I don't think I'm right for this.
- You're perfect for it.

You're young, you're
single, you're successful.

I'm usually in bed by 10:30.

That's just it,
you don't flaunt it.

You're no slave to
fashion. Although...

- have you thought of contacts?
- They make my eyes itch.

Don't worry. I thought
we'd do this together.

- Oh?
- I know all the right places.

I belong to the right clubs. We'll
start tonight at the Metro Club.

- Oh, tonight.
- Yeah, it's a date.

A date! Ah!

- A date?
- Well, it's just business, actually.

I've got a letter here for
Superman, care of me.

- What?
- Superman gets mail here?

It's probably a photo
request. I'll handle it.

I think it's more than
just a fan letter. Read it.

"Dear Superman, my teacher spoke about
the president's speech on the arms race."

We're all very unhappy about it.

And I said we should get Superman
to rid the world of nuclear arms...

because only he could do it.

Once you've destroyed all the
nuclear missiles, they'll see I'm right.

Superman can make sure
we don't blow ourselves up.

"I know you'll come
through. Your friend, Jeremy."

Poor kid. Oh, well, I
better get back to work.

- No, there's an angle here.
- An angle! He's just a kid!

Daddy loves whipping up
campaigns. And the public loves it!

LOIS: Lacy!
- We'll make the kid a celebrity.

The world is gonna be wondering
what Superman's reply is.

Welcome to Metropolis, Jeremy.

I'm Mr. Warfield and
this is my daughter, Lacy.

- Hi, Jeremy.
- Come along and meet the press.

DAVID: How was your trip?
JEREMY: The car had a flat.

DAVID: Sorry to
hear that. Turn around.

Let everybody get
a picture of you.

- That's it, everyone.
MAN 1: Jeremy!

What a boy! Now come along...

and tell the American
public what you told me.

I just said I wish Superman
would've said yes.

DAVID: Did you get
that? GROUP: No.

Well, say it again. Loudly.

I said I wish Superman
would've said yes!

Miss Lane!

Miss Lane, take a look
at this. Hot off the press.

Oh, my God!

This time he's gone
too far. Look, Clark.

Can't wait to see
the chief's reaction.

I'm through taking
it lying down.

I'll be downtown.

JIMMY: Chief look
different to you?

He looks like my father used to look
when he asked the bank for a loan.

I'll make sure he's all right.

There's nothing we can do.
It's Superman's decision now.

I'm sure he'll do
the right thing.

LARA: May the
elders watch over you...

my son.

Their wisdom is all that's
left of a once powerful...

and enlightened planet.

You must listen to them, Kal-El.

Listen.

I know I'm
forbidden to interfere.

And yet the Earth is threatened
by the same fate as Krypton's.

The Earth is too primitive.

You can flee to new worlds...

where war is long forgotten.

SECOND ELDER: If you teach the
Earth to put its fate in any one man...

even yourself...

you're teaching
them to be betrayed.

Betrayed, betrayed...

betrayed, betrayed!

[MAN SPEAKING RUSSIAN ON TV]

TRANSLATOR [ON TV]:
Because the summit has failed...

we have no choice
but to strive...

to be second to none
in the nuclear arms race.

To that end...

this administration has pursued
and will continue to pursue...

[DOORBELL RINGS]

The most vigorous policy.

Therefore...

Just a minute.

- Lois?
- There you are. What happened?

- What do you mean?
- Nothing, just:

"Meet me in the lobby at
6:00 for the awards dinner.

Dress nice and don't be late."

- You were talking about some other Lois?
- I'm sorry, I forgot.

Go get your penguin
suit on and we'll go.

I'd rather not, if you don't mind.
I've got lots of thinking to do.

But you go ahead. Okay?

Clark? Something's
wrong, isn't it?

- Is there anything I can do?
- Yes, as a matter of fact.

- What?
- Could we go get some fresh air?

Fresh air?

Fresh air. Fresh air, sure.

Sure, Clark. Sure.

Who needs rubber chicken anyway?

Let's go. Let's
get some fresh air.

Breathe. Do you feel better?

Clark? Clark, things
aren't that bad! Stop!

Oh, Clark!

Clark! Clark!

Superman!

You okay?

Great.

Hey, look at that.

- There you go. Bye-bye!
- Ah!

[CHUCKLING]

- How'd you like going solo?
- I loved it.

Not as much as being with you.

I needed to be with you
too. You make me laugh.

You're the only
one I can talk to.

See, sometimes I don't
know what I'm supposed to do.

I'm always here for
you, you know that.

And you'll do the right thing, no
matter what. You always have.

Thank you.

- You know something?
- What?

- You don't even know my name.
- Kal-El.

You remember, don't you?

I remember everything.

"Never set one of them above
the rest. Love all humanity instead."

That's not fair.

- Lois! It's time to go. We'll be late.
- Huh?

Why am I out here
freezing my butt off?

Oh, you wanted some fresh air.

That's okay. I don't
want to catch a cold.

I feel kind of weird, like
I'm jet-lagged or something.

CLARK: Jeepers!
LOIS: Am I going crazy?

- How about you? Are you still down?
- Nope. Things are clear.

Good. Too much thinking
wears down your batteries.

- Clark, you gotta go with your gut.
- Hm.

Come on.

JIMMY: Here you go, Jeremy.

Mr. Warfield wants shots with local
color, but I can't think of anything.

- Hi, Jeremy.
- Superman!

Jimmy.

What a scoop!

[CROWD MURMURING]

- How'd you like to walk with me?
- Sure!

Jimmy, come on.

[CROWD CHEERING]

LACY: You can't!
You'll get towed.

- Do you know how much tickets cost?
- It's only money.

Will you wait for
me in the gallery?

Sure, okay.

- Good luck, Superman.
- Thanks.

I saved you a seat.

Yeah!

All right, Superman!

Madam Secretary, I'd like
to address the delegates.

Well, in that case, you
will need a sponsor.

I believe that will do. Please.

Thank you.

- What's he gonna say?
- Something wonderful.

SUPERMAN: Madam Secretary...

honorable delegates,
ladies and gentlemen.

For many years now
I've lived among you as...

a visitor. I've seen the
beauty of your cultures.

I've felt joy in your
magnificent accomplishments.

I've seen the
folly of your wars.

As of today I'm not
a visitor anymore...

because the Earth
is my home too.

We can't live in fear.
And I can't stand...

idly by and watch us
stumble into the madness...

of possible nuclear destruction.
I've come to a decision.

I'll do what our
governments couldn't.

Effective immediately, I'll rid
our planet of all nuclear weapons.

[AUDIENCE CHEERING]

All right, Superman!

Way to go, Superman!

Missile test Alpha,
all systems go.

MAN [OVER RADIO]:
- - three, two, one.

LEX: Oh!

Oh. Nice to see you guys!

Why don't you just relax. I'll
get on with the introductions:

Dixie and Trixie.

From the land of the free, the home
of the cost overrun, Harry Howler:

Nuclear strategist from
America's top think tank.

A great little warmonger
in his own right.

Ahearty bienvenue
to Jean Pierre Dubois:

Nuclear warhead dealer
to the world. His motto is:

"If you didn't buy it from Jean
Pierre, it wasn't on the black market."

General Romoff.

People think of you
as the "Mad Russian."

I like to think of you
as just madly eccentric.

Please be seated.

Look guys. I know you're all
choked up, kind of overcome with joy...

that Superman has
ended the arms race.

But if we work together, we
can make the world safe...

- for war profits.
- Get to the point.

I, Lex Luthor, the greatest
criminal mind of the modern era...

know how to destroy Superman.
Behold, my unscrupulous friends...

Shut those blinds.

- The sun is hurting my eyes!
- Exactly.

You know what the sun is? Nothing
more than a huge nuclear bomb...

with so much radiation, it'd
incinerate the average man like that!

Yes, but Superman
is no average man.

Aha, right!

What is your plan?

Boys, old Lex here has
kind of a secret recipe...

a genetic stew in
this dish, if you will.

If you'll help me put this
on one of your missiles...

I promise, Superman will have
the biggest surprise of his life.

I'll introduce him to his first
nightmare, a "Nuclear Man."

He'll pierce his skin, make
him mortal. He'll become sick.

We'll dance on his grave.

Why should we deal
with a scoundrel like you?

Remember my motto: "The more
fear you make, the more loot you take."

And the more missiles you sell.

Yes, but what's in it for you?

A tiny commission.

LEX: Something appropriate.

A number...

with a lot of zeros behind it.

[SNAPS FINGERS]

Lenny.

The new genetic material.

LEX: And now, Leonard...

your Uncle Lex...

with protoplasm grown
from Superman's hair cells...

will duplicate creation itself.

Now the fabric.

Uncle Lex, this ain't
gonna cover him.

The computer inside will...

leave enough material to
maintain the high moral standards...

that I've always subscribed to.

- Know what this means, Uncle Lex?
- What?

We're gonna be parents.

- What's your name?
- York, sir.

At ease.

[TRUCK BEEPING]

[SNAPS FINGERS]

Launch control. Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

There's a weather
problem. We gotta hold.

Hold?

- What's your name, son?
- Goram.

"Goram, sir."

- Goram, sir.
- You know your code book?

Of course, sir.

27-0-6, inclement override.
Fire on my command. Fire.

Yes, sir. Stand by to launch.

Ten, nine...

[CONTROL PANEL BEEPING]

Missed us.

TEACHER: Reach out.

[UPBEAT MUSIC
PLAYING ON SPEAKERS]

Come on.

Down.

Reach out.

And stretch.

Down.

- Up. CLARK: Ugh!

- Are you okay?
- I think I better sit this out.

Are you sure? This would be
great for your series on Metropolis.

Let's try it again. Come on.

Two, three, four.

- One, two, three.
- Ugh.

- I don't think so.
- What, are you okay?

28, 29... - ...33.
- Heh, heh, heh.

- Done. Great. LACY:
Okay, you try it now.

- Let's set it a little higher for you.
- Okay.

LACY: Just push down.

- Are you okay? Just step
down. MAN: Need some help?

He doesn't know
his own strength.

Clark, this is Paul.

- He's a trainer.
- Nice to meet you.

Hey, I got just
the thing for you.

Over here, Clarky.

Clarky?

CLARK: It's real nice
of him to help me out.

LACY: He's really good.
- Here, try this one.

Clark! Are you okay? Sorry.

No pain, no gain.

Jeez, what a jerk.

Never realized it before.

I guess a lot of
people I know are jerks.

You must think I am too.
That's why you avoid me.

I don't think that at all.
Just been really busy.

LACY: But wait!

Lois is doing that interview with
Superman about his peace mission.

I was thinking the four of us can get
together at my hotel, have high tea.

It's very chic.

PAUL: Can you hand me those weights?
- Excuse me.

Wait, Lacy.

Come early. The view is
romantic from my balcony. See you.

CLARK: Oh, sure. Here.
- Not those! The other one!

No pain, no gain?

[WHIRRING]

What was that?

Uncle Lex. You're
spooking me out.

[WHIRRING]

There.

Madam, thank you very much.

[BOTH SPEAKING FRENCH]

I'm incredible.

Uncle Lex, he's like...

He's beautiful. He's perfect.

Welcome home, Nuclear Man.
Your father's happy to see you.

The power of the sun gives
him internally generated heat.

I'm a...

You are...

I'm... What? I'm a genius?

I'm incredible. I'm...

You are nothing. I
am the father now.

- You have my voice.
- No, you have my voice.

Just remember, I made you.

Yeah, you're just an
experiment, freako.

What is that?

- Oh, no.
- I'm an experiment. I'm a freako.

I was just kidding about freako!

If anyone's a freako
here, it's gotta be me!

Oh, wow. Oh!

Oh, wow, I'm break
dancing, hey! This rocks. Hey!

- I made you. I can destroy you.
- Destroy.

Destroy Superman now.

You sweet thing.
But not quite yet, no.

Come here. We'll discuss
when the proper time is.

LENNY: Uncle Lex.

Oh, no!

He's, like... He's, like, cold.

Of course he is.

That's his vulnerability. The
only way he'll be stopped.

What?

Lenny, my loud-mouthed nephew,
he gets his energy from the sun.

Without it, he's like
you at night: Useless.

Nobody's perfect.

[HUMMING]

I never had a double date
before. It's fun. How do I look?

Illegal. Like the last
six dresses you tried on.

Listen, Lacy? I don't
want to burst your bubble...

- but Clark won't notice your dress.
- Yes, he will.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

- There's Clark.
- Fix that. There you go. You look great.

- Maybe it's just Superman.
- No.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

No, Superman makes a
different kind of entrance.

- Hi, Lacy.
- Hi, Clark.

Can you break a 20?
Driver had no change.

Yeah, sure. Let me get my purse.

CLARK: Hi, Lois.
- Hi, Clark.

- Clark. CLARK: What?

You won't believe
these questions...

Mr. Warfield gave
me to ask Superman.

"Are you part of a plot to
weaken our national defense?"

- Oh, my goodness.
- I think his gray matter is...

- How will I ask him this?
- Well, politely I guess.

Let's see, I have
18 dollars and...

Clark, she really likes
you, so notice the dress.

My American Express card.

- Dress.
- Oh, hey, neat dress.

Thanks. Be right back.

What's that?

Now, there's a different
kind of entrance.

- Hi, Lois.
- Hello, Superman.

SUPERMAN: How are you?

I'm fine.

Oh. Superman, this is Lacy
Warfield. She's the boss's daughter.

How do you do? That's
an attractive outfit.

- We should start our interview.
- Excuse me.

Two's company.

Oh, right, yeah.
Yeah, I'll go get Clark.

Clark is probably helping the cab
driver change a flat tire, or something.

That guy.

- Something smells wonderful.
- Thank you.

I'm cooking us some
scallops and some duck...

in this wonderful mushroom
sauce with champagne.

In case we got
hungry afterwards.

I mean, later.

You shouldn't have gone
through all that trouble.

Should we get on
with the interview?

Yes, let's get on
with the interview.

Um...

Have you had any trouble
confiscating the missiles?

There always was the possibility
that warped individuals...

would take advantage of
the world's goodwill, but...

Is there something wrong?

[LOIS SNIFFING]

Oh! My dinner! My dinner!

I'll be right back.

Be right back.

Hi.

- I missed you, Clark.
- Oh. Well...

Lois and Superman are
boring. Let's do something wild.

They're expecting
us. It's not polite.

Yeah, you're right.

How can one man be so
square and so delicious?

Let's go chitchat. If I have
to face Superman, so do you.

Lacy?

Oh, Clark.

Uh... Uh... Stop.

I don't believe it! I never had duck
turn out so perfectly. It's amazing!

- I'm out here, Lois.
- Oh.

- Isn't it beautiful?
- Yes, it is beautiful.

The whole world is beautiful.

I feel moments like this should
be shared with someone you...

Someone you care a lot about.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

- Isn't that the doorbell?
- Yes. Heh, heh.

Lacy.

- Where's Clark?
- He was getting in the elevator...

- Never mind, it's a long story.
- It always is with Clark.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

LACY: Great, it's him.

- Clark? CLARK: Hi.

Those bellboys ought to
look where they're going.

Superman?

- I'm so glad you're back.
- Is dinner ready? Can we eat?

- Yeah, let's go sit down.
- Oh, great.

[CRASHING AND CLANGING]

- Sorry!
- My goodness! That's okay.

Just leave it there.
It's on your pants.

Let me just get a
rag. Be right back.

Where's Clark?

[LOUD RING]

LEX [SINGING]:
Hello, Dolly Hello, Dolly.

It's so nice to have me
back Where I belong.

Don't be concerned, Blue
Boy. Only you can hear me.

It's my own private frequency.
You might call it "Lex TV."

Look to your left, tall,
dark and handsome.

I'll blow 20 stories off that
building, give or take a floor or two.

Peace.

Men.

LACY: I hope Clark's okay. I'll look.
- Okay.

I'm sorry, but an emergency's come
up. My apologies to Miss Warfield.

LOIS: Oh, but...

Superman! Take me with
you! I can cover the story!

- You seen Clark?
- Huh?

Guess who? It's
your old friend Lex.

[CHUCKLES]

I suspect if you'd actually planted a
bomb, you'd be miles away by now.

This is my nephew
Lenny. He worships me.

The dude of steel. Boy,
are you gonna get it.

Silly me, thinking that I
could fool a super guy.

You're right. No bomb.

It's just that you're so
involved in this world peace bit...

you don't have
time for social calls.

I confess, I tricked you.

You look great.

Never mind the small
talk. What are you up to?

You know you're a workaholic?

You're playing a good
guy 24 hours a day.

Why don't you stop and
smell the roses, huh?

Get yourself a hobby?
A pet? A kitten, a puppy?

I know you hate children and animals.
What are you doing back in Metropolis?

I want to be first to introduce
you to the new kid on the block.

LEX: Look closely
at the cell structure.

You see anything familiar?

You've already broke
all the laws of man.

Now you've broken
the laws of nature too.

I assume you hid a device of some
kind in a missile I hurled into the sun.

Mr. Muscle, I'm gonna really miss
these little chats we had together.

Only you can keep up with me.

- Lenny!
- What?

I wanna propose a toast.

To a nice guy, who's
about to finish last.

[ROARS]

Destroy Superman.

LEX: Later. Heh, heh, heh.

He's a little bit anxious.
Can you blame him?

Not one of your great thinkers.

But I, in all modesty, am.

The touching thing about this
plan is, you helped me devise it.

Prison has twisted your
mind into a delusional state.

No, no, no. Listen.

When I escaped prison, I
had one thing on my mind:

The end of Superman.

There I was, the
first time in my life...

that I didn't have a long-range,
truly devious, criminal scheme.

And then I came up with it.

With this guy...

and you gone, I'll make a
fortune rearming the world.

You'd risk nuclear war
for your own financial gain.

Nobody wants war. I just
want to keep the threat alive.

[SIZZLING NOISE]

LEX: Nifty, huh?

[SIZZLING]

Good night, sweet prince.

Parting is...

inevitable.

Destroy Superman.

First, I have fun.

[GRUNTING AND GROANING]

[CROWD MURMURING]

[CROWD SCREAMING]

[SCREAMING]

Help me!

Superman!

[CROWD CHEERING]

[CROWD SCREAMING]

[SPEAKING ITALIAN]

[IN ITALIAN]

[WOMAN SCREAMING]

[CROWD SCREAMING]

[NUCLEAR MAN ROARING]

[NUCLEAR MAN ROARS]

[MOANS]

I said I'd get you to run one of
our papers yourself, and I meant it.

Congratulations, Miss Publisher.

Thank you, Daddy,
that's very nice.

Step into your office.

- Where'd this come from?
- Somebody brought it in.

We bought it, cheap.

Okay, this time you've
both gone too far.

You can print your stupid
rag without Lois Lane.

And you certainly
have no right to this.

LACY: Lois, I'm sorry!
- Let her go, darling.

I mean, she's useless.

And while you're
at it, fire Clark Kent.

He hasn't been
around or telephoned.

I know, I'm worried about him.

Oh, kitten...

didn't we have a talk about
personal involvement with the help?

- Now that you're the publisher...
- Daddy.

- Yes, darling.
- Stuff it!

Lois. Lois, I'm sorry.

I promise, I had
nothing to do with that.

[SIGHS]

Have you heard from Clark?

No.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Just a minute.

Oh, Lois.

- What are you doing here?
- I knew it.

I just got a really bad flu.
What do you mean you knew it?

You haven't been to
work or called the office.

You haven't even called me back.
How could you not call me back?

Whatever it is, you've
got your reasons.

But I knew you
were here, you know?

Somehow...

something pulled me here.

I always know when
Superman's in trouble.

Heh, heh, heh. Superman?
Something's happened to him?

Everybody's saying
that he's dead but...

it can't be true. I just
know it. I feel it in my heart.

I think he just needs help.

Wherever he is, I'm
sure he'll manage.

Well, if he can't manage...

and if he really
is in trouble...

then there's a few
things I'd like to tell him.

I'd tell him...

that I will always cherish
the time we spent together.

And that I never
expected anything in return.

And no matter...

how few minutes I saw him
for, it always made me happy.

And I would tell
him that I love him...

and that I'll always love him.

And that...

whatever...

happens to the world...

I know that...

he's doing his best to make
sure it's good for all of us.

Wherever he is, Lois...

I know that he would
want to thank you.

Listen, I'm pretty
tired, you know?

So I think I'll just rest
here for a while. Okay?

I'll be fine.

It's okay. Please?

- I hope you feel better, Clark.
- Thanks.

If you do see him,
or hear from him...

he might need this.

HARRY: Oh, Lex. We're very
pleased at all the nuclear arms...

you helped us sell...

and we've decided to
increase your commission.

Guys, really, that's great.

ROMOFF: It is the
least we could do.

LEX: I had another
idea. Gentlemen...

I've decided to assume
control of the company.

My first official act is
to say, "You're fired!"

[LAUGHS]

You're mad.

Oh, really?

If you want a
reference for work...

forget it!

That's a good bit.

You know with my brains,
and your... Frankly, your...

brawn, the possibilities
are absolutely staggering.

I could be president,
emperor, king.

- See how scared those guys were?
- And what do you fear?

What? Now? With Superman
dead, and you're on my team?

It's like I'm the coach, and you're the
best power forward ever. What's to fear?

LARA: All that remains of
Krypton's energy is yours.

After it is gone...

you will belong solely
to your new home.

If our dying planet can
save your life, my son...

we have not died in vain.

[ROARS]

[CROWD MURMURING]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

- Where is the woman?
- You'll never find her.

If you will not tell
me, I will hurt people.

[ROARING]

[PEOPLE SCREAMING]

Stop! Don't do it, the people!

[SIRENS WAILING]

[FIREMEN SHOUTING]

[SCREAMS]

Whoa!

ALL: Whoa!

- What's happening?
- Easy, easy, easy.

All right, stop! Stop! That's
enough! That's enough!

You win. I'll take you to her.

[ROARS]

- Where is she?
- Far away from here and safe.

She's not in there!

[GROANING]

[GROANS]

[ROARS]

[SCREAMING]

[ROARS]

[SUPERMAN GRUNTING]

LACY: We must tone
down the headlines.

Tone down our headlines?
That's all the common man reads!

- We can do with less sensationalism.
- Less sensational papers go broke.

I taught you that the business
of newspapers is business.

No, Daddy... our
business is journalism.

We can't be irresponsible or
we'll lead everyone into disaster.

Don't be overdramatic,
young lady.

What kind of disaster
could we bring about?

[ROARS]

Lacy!

[GASPING]

[GROANS]

[ALARM SOUNDING]

What's going on? Hey!

[APPLAUSE]

Are you sure you
know what you're doing?

- Well... LOIS: Uh... Ahem.

Here comes Mr. Warfield.

You'd better have a
good explanation, White...

or else you'll be talking
to your lawyers from jail.

You know, I'm not a tycoon.
I'm just an old reporter.

But I've read enough in my
own newspaper over the years...

about hostile takeovers
of big companies.

You, Mr. Warfield, must've
been asleep at the wheel.

Because I convinced the city's
bankers that our Daily Planet...

should be treated like a natural
resource, protected from predators.

They lent me the money. I bought
up all the outstanding shares.

And you, Mr. Warfield, are
now a minority shareholder.

- Everyone, back to work.
JIMMY: Way to tell him, chief!

LOIS: Yay!

I'm sorry. You win
some and you lose some.

Now, this is what
I call a newspaper.

Compliments of The Daily Planet.

- Have a nice day. We did it!
- We're back! Ha, ha, ha.

[CROWD MURMURING]

- Hi, am I late?
- No. He's not here yet.

It must've been some effort for
you to drag yourself out of bed.

I'm feeling a lot better. Had a
visit from a pretty good nurse.

Must have been good. Miss
Lane said you were really ill.

Sometimes all you need is loving
attention from the right person.

Glad you're back.

And remember, I am covering
Superman's press conference.

- You tape reactions from the crowd.
- Reactions, okay.

Oh, dear. Guess I need
a tape recorder, huh?

- Be right back.
- Same Mr. Kent. He'll never change.

I hope not.

CROWD: Ooh.

[CROWD CHEERING AND APPLAUDING]

- How you doing, Superman?
- Lois. Good to see you again.

Good to see you too.

Morning, gentlemen.

Excuse me.

Thank you. We survived the threat
of war and found a fragile peace.

I thought I could give
you freedom from war...

but I was wrong.
It's not mine to give.

We're still a young planet.

There are galaxies out there...

other civilizations for
us to meet, to learn from.

What a brilliant future.

There will be peace when the
people of the world want it so badly...

that their governments will have
no choice but to give it to them.

I wish you could see
the Earth the way I do.

When you really look
at it, it's just one world.

Do you think he'll find us?

Never. We'll lay low for
a while, a couple of years.

I'll come up with a new plan.

Good thing I bought my drums.

[HORN HONKING]

LENNY: Whoa!

Uncle Lex, you
won't believe this...

- but it's Superman.
- Superman.

LENNY: Heh, heh.
Oh, wow. Oh, wow.

- Hey, this rocks.
SUPERMAN: Morning, Father.

He's been under a bad
influence. Can you help him?

- Every boy can be helped.
- You're right.

- Good luck, son.
- Come with me.

You wouldn't happen to
have a drum set, would you?

Hey, Mozart's back!

[PRISONERS WHISTLING
MOZART TUNE]

BUBBA: Duane, Mozart's
back! DUANE: I see him, Bubba!

[PRISONERS CONTINUE
WHISTLING MOZART TUNE]

- Shut up!
PRISONERS: Ha, ha, ha.

- Take him away.
- Thank you. Come on, Luthor.

- Just one thing, how did you beat him?
- High school physics.

I had time to figure out...

that if it was born from
the sun, that was its energy.

- Will the world be vaporized?
- No, Luthor.

It's as it always was, on the brink,
with good fighting evil. See you in 20.