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How do people live like that? I don't believe it.

Believe it, Clark.

[crying continues]

Oh, wow.

(Lana) What I want, T.J.

is a contrasting shot of life around here.

What's goin' on over there?

Yeah, you got it.

It's a pleasure doing business with you, Alex.

And I think fifteen million

is a fair price for this property, don't you?

Well, speaking of fair price..

Is your A Street property on the market?

I'm sorry, that building's not for sale.

It's the first one I put up.

I have a sentimental attachment to it.

Well, how about the, uh, warehouse on Main Street?

Sorry, Alex.

What you're saying is, uh..

this is the only property you're selling?

When can I expect the deal memo?

My attorney is drawing up the papers right now.

But remember..

...there's no deal until you take care of the contingency.

(male #1) There's nothing that we can do.

- Can't the public help? - Well, the public..

Listen, people have good intentions

as long as you don't interrupt the smooth flow of their life.

(male #2) Fire!

[screaming]

(male #1) Everybody, grab a bucket. Get to the ocean.

Move!

Did you see that? Those guys just threw a firebomb.

[dramatic music]

[people screaming]

Hey!

Hey, call the fire department.

Somebody call the fire department!

Call the fire department.

Ask them to drop by if they're not too busy.

[whooshing]

Our food. It's ruined!

[sobbing] Oh, God..

Alice, Alice, Alice. It's alright.

Look, that sudden wind saved most of our tents.

[sobbing]

How could anybody do something so awful?

Yeah, the man on the terrace is a big help.

That, my friends, is Gerald Manfred.

Mr. Conglomerate.

He is the reason that we're here homeless.

Why don't you take your people someplace else?

There he is, my people.

He was not born to shame.

"Upon his brow, shame is ashamed to sit."

Mr. Manfred, they lost their food in the fire.

You've got so much, maybe you could give some to them?

What are you doing here?

You don't look like you belong with them.

My name is Lana Lang.

I'm researching the Palms for the homeless

for my political science class.

Why don't you take them back

to your political science class and feed them?

Can I quote you on that, Mr. Manfred?

Who the hell are you?

Let's just say I'm with the press.

T.J., get a shot of Mr. Manfred.

[camera clicks]

If he takes another picture of me, break his camera.

And as for food, young lady, I'd rather feed the seagulls.

[squawking]

Our kids are starving and he's throwing food at the gulls.

- Why do we take it? - Damon, Damon, do something.

They're getting out of control.

People, don't do this. You're playing into his hands.

What are you doing?

[indistinct shouting]

(Damon) People, people, people. Don't, don't do this. Don't..

[shouting continues]

Why arrest them? They're just hungry.

Ha..

Well, I think I finally removed the contingency.

[intense music]

Come on, everyone. Let's eat.

(female #1) Oh!

Alice, we know where Damon is, but where is everybody else?

Where they always are at this time. Out hunting for jobs.

Any kind of jobs, and looking for food.

Even begging for it.

I can't imagine what it does to your spirit to beg.

Sometimes, you just have to.

You don't have any money but don't you have friends

relatives, somebody that can help?

No, none of us are from around here.

We've come from all over on the promise of jobs.

Obviously, you didn't get them. Who promised these jobs?

Our savior, Mr. Manfred.

He was going to reopen a factory.

Television sets, tape recorders, that's what we all worked on

before the industry went sour in America.

Why didn't he open it?

He built a factory in Korea instead.

Ha. So much for Made in USA.

Those of us who could, went back home.

The rest of us were so demoralized.

Then Damon showed up from out of nowhere

and said we had to fight.

Make Manfred come through with his promises.

Keep sticking his nose in it until he makes restitution.

(child #1) Mama.

Excuse me.

There but for the grace of God goes everyone's mother..

...or father or us.

Good to see you..

- Hey! - Hey!

Oh, my Lord! What is all these goodies?

Who do we owe this to?

- You guys did this? - Yeah.

Yes, Alex. I received the deal memo.

I'm looking at it now.

There's one thing I don't understand

you put a cutoff date in.

Dated one week from today.

That's true, they're still on the beach.

But I assure you..

You don't need to remind me that

fifteen million dollars is a lot.

I guarantee you

they'll be off the beach before the cutoff date.

Tell Mr. Baker and Mr. Gruber I wanna see them immediately.

They said we had to post bond.

I said we can't afford to post a letter.

You have to keep us and feed us.

So they gave us a warning, they cut us loose.

Damon, we can't put the rest of the tents up.

The pegs blew away or were burned.

Alright, let's form a hunting party

and go look for anything to make pegs out of.

Damon, when you get some time, I'd like to talk to you about

your thoughts on possible solutions--

How about right now, while we're with the hunting party?

- Clark? - You guys go ahead.

I'll stay and help them keep an eye on things.

- Anything to avoid exercise. - Right.

Whoa!

[laughs]

And you've been with them for five months?

Just trying to fight the good fight.

Why don't we try the road? Maybe we'll have better luck.

[moans]

Anything to avoid too much exercise?

Right.

Look, it will only take five minutes.

Take ten.

[dramatic music]

You, come with us.

- Who? - Police!

Irongate Protection Services? That's pseudo police.

Leave him alone!

[music continues]

Help him!

(Damon) Help him!

Help him, help him.

Help him!

Help him!

T.J. T.J.!

(Damon) Help him! Help..

Oh, T.J.

The van. T.J.'s in the van!

(Lana) Help him.

[tires screeching]

It's, uh, good to see you all.

You wouldn't have seen anybody if it wasn't for Superboy.

[sighs]

Suppose I, I have some thank you cards made up.

So next time I'm in this condition

I can send you one.

It's a deal, T.J.

Damon, they've, they've got Damon--

I know. Take it easy.

I was wondering if you could give me a clue as to..

We need a doctor.

Um, the first-aid station, there's a doctor there.

Without Damon we're lost. Can we help?

I wish you could, I don't see how?

We've been over every inch of this city

looking for jobs and begging food.

We know it like nobody else.

Of course, the balloons. I'll be looking too. I'll be in the air.

If you see anything, release a balloon.

Wait, they haven't got any money.

Clark should have some. Why is he always disappearing?

Don't worry about him. He'll be fine.

- Feel better? - Yeah.

Oh, I've been robbed.

- I took it to help Damon. - That's cool.

As long as I know it's for a good cause.

T.J., they're all looking for Damon. Even Superboy.

He was hoping you could help.

I can.

Um, those guys who jumped us, they tried to act like cops

but, I mean, they missed by a mile.

They had shoulder patches..

Irongate Protective Services.

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

Damon, ha.

You and I have a lot in common.

That's a disgusting thought.

I sure couldn't do it, Mr. Manfred.

I'd be awake all night, unable to sleep.

Remembering all those hungry faces staring at me.

But after all, business is business.

Look at you, a beach bum.

What do you know about business?

I have my MBA from the University of California.

I've been vice president of three different corporations.

Do you want me to go on?

- I caught her snooping. - Damon!

Miss Political Science.

Put her in the back office.

Don't let her get away!

[Lana screams]

Ten thousand dollars tax-free and it's yours.

Just move your people away from my area.

No deal.

You know why I dropped out? Too many of your kind.

All the lying and cheating and ruthlessness.

But when it's called business, it's perfectly acceptable.

[chuckling]

I tried, Damon. I tried.

But you gave me no choice.

And now the little lady has to go with you.

Okay. I rethought the deal.

You let Lana go, we'll do business.

[whooshing]

I'm rethinking it too, Damon.

Once the girl is away free..

...your self-righteous morality will insist

that you keep your people where they are.

Without you, they'll drift away

and it won't cost me one cent.

[shrill squeal]

I'm sorry I got you into this. Forgive me.

I got myself into it.

[guns cocking]

[crashing]

(both) Ah!

- Are you okay, Lana? - I am now.

- Let's talk deal. - Anything. Anything.

- The factory, open it! - He broke the law.

I have to turn him over to the police.

Suppose I don't press charges?

Please, I'll do anything you want.

You'll give jobs to the people you promised?

Agreed!

Why would anybody trust him to keep his word?

If he doesn't, we'll have to tell the authorities

about his attempted murder of you and Damon.

You two will be more than happy to testify against Mr. Manfred

in order to plea bargain for lesser offence.

You won't have to worry about your neighbors.

The state will provide you with a place to live, called prison.

If that thought doesn't keep you honest

I'll be back to ask you why.

While you're waiting for jobs, our good and faithful friend

Mr. Gerald Manfred

will provide you with housing.

[cheering]

- Bye-bye. Take care. - Bye-bye.

Bye-bye. Take care of yourself.

(all) Bye.

- Goodbye, Alice. - What about you?

- Is there a job for you? - That's not my style.

I've got some other things to do.

Goodbye, sweetheart.

Oh, for me? Thank you.

Remember me.

I wanna thank you.

Don't thank me. Thank T.J. and Lana.

- I-I didn't do anything. - That's not true, Clark.

You took the first step of the solution

to the problem of the homeless.

What's that?

You noticed that we exist.

Take care. Bye-bye, pretty lady.

- Take care of yourself. - Thank you.

Yeah.

[pleasant music]

Ha.

Jane, I know you like it a lot here at the beach.

You're gonna like it a lot more starting today.

Your mom's got a great job.

Oh. You got a new place to live.

Captioned by Grant Brown