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- Previously on
"Superman & Lois"...

- Sounds like your daughter
wanted to be in your life,

but you just couldn't walk
away from revenge summer camp.

[both grunt]

- [sobs]
I thought I was gonna die.

- Otis Grisham.
- Luthor must have sent him.

Luthor!

We are going to end you.

[thudding]

- I always knew
Superman was a façade.

Now, they see who
you really are!

- Luthor will keep
sending people

unless we don't
keep it a secret.

My name is Clark Kent,
and I am Superman.

- You're doing this wrong.
- What are you thinking?

- The first thing we need to do
is get you a killer suit.

[siren wails]

The board's excited you
agreed to do the interview.

They think it'll go a long way
towards public perception

and help drive our
stock price up.

Bash even asked me to
pass along his gratitude.

- I'm not doing this for Bash.

- He doesn't need to know that.

- Is Milton set?

- The appointment's
in less than an hour.

That'll give him enough time
to get it done.

- That should do it, sir.

[dramatic music]

Not bad.

♪ ♪

- I'm trusting you, Amanda.

This needs to work.

- It will.

After today, the whole world
is going to be on your side.

♪ ♪

- If you need anything,
let us know.

[indistinct chatter]

- I'm gonna talk to
General Hardcastle.

This is not what I meant
by keeping things

as normal as possible.

- She was just trying to
keep the looky-loos away.

- You OK?

- My hands won't stop sweating.

- Everything's gonna be fine.

- This "scanxiety" is real.

I just want to know
one way or the other,

do I still have cancer or not?

- Yeah.

Day by day.

That's how I got this far.

And we're gonna
get through this,

no matter what the results are.

They are a little sweaty.

- Hey, guys, check this out.

Jamie Kennedy texted us.

- Called us the Super Twins.

- What's wrong?

- Today's your
mother's checkup.

- Oh, my gosh.
We completely forgot.

- Mom, I'm so sorry.

- It's OK.

There's been a lot
going on around here.

- Well, do you want us
to come with you?

- No. Go have fun with
Nat and Candice.

- You sure?

- Mm-hmm.

- We'll let you know
what happens.

- Love you, Mom.
- Love you.

Love you.

[gentle music]

♪ ♪

- You ready?

[keyboard clacking]

- All right.
Got to get going.

The movie's starting soon.
- Hold on.

We need to go over these
schematics before you leave.

- Well, if anything's wrong,
we could just fix it tomorrow.

- Bug, the deadline's today,
not tomorrow.

The DOD has strict guidelines.

If we're gonna keep
building weapons for them

and not just be in the field,
it needs to work.

- Fine.
I'll skip the movie.

- [sighs]

Are you sure you want
to keep doing this?

- Of course.

It's just, we work a lot.

- That's not gonna change.

Bug, this kind of job,
leading a team like Squad K,

there's always something to do.

- And I'll do it.

- Because you want to,

or because you told your
grandfather you would

right before he died?

Clark is back.

The boys have powers.

I mean, if you're
having second thoughts,

now's the time to tell me.

- I've got to text Jon
that I'm not going.

- You know what?

I got it.

Go. Have some fun.

- Thanks, Dad.

- [sighs]

[beeping]
- John, a vehicular accident

on County Road Q
has been reported.

- Isn't Lois's checkup today?

- I told Clark
I'd cover for them.

- Come on, let's go.

[dramatic music]

[whooshing]

[beeping]

- Got him.

- Somebody help me!

- Get the fire.
I got the driver.

- Copy.

- Please, please.

I can't get out.
[beeping]

My seatbelt's stuck.

- Just stop moving.
I got you.

- Oh, thank you.

Thank you so much.

[panting]

- You're buying all that?

It seems like a lot.

- Candice never
texted me back,

so I wasn't sure
what she wanted.

- Don't think that you can
just park your truck in our lot

and go to the movies because
you're, like, celebrities now.

- Are you still mad at me
for quitting?

- Yep, so move your truck.
[scanner beeps]

OK.
$27.16.

[crowd clamoring]

- Did you hear that?

- What, are you gonna
pay for this or--

[crowd clamoring]

- It's kind of crazy.

What are they here for?

- Oh, my God.

There they are!

[women screaming]
- For us.

[crowd clamoring]

- Jordan's so hot.

- Nat's.

- I love you, guys.
- Dude, come on.

- This doesn't seem normal.
I mean, what's taking so long?

My ultrasound was
a half an hour ago.

- I'm sure they're
just being thorough.

- Yeah, but that's why I
scheduled it for the morning,

was to minimize
the freakin' wait.

- So sorry for the delay, Lois.
- It's OK.

- Or is it?

- Here's the card for
Dr. Gore's office.

He's a good friend of mine.

I want you to call him
first thing tomorrow

to schedule your surgery.

- Surgery?

- Skin's healing nicely.

No lumps,
no lymphedema in the arms.

You're done with your
treatments, Lois.

[soft music]

- [laughs]
I'm done.

- You did it, babe.

♪ ♪

- I think Bazoombas
is in order tonight.

Invite everyone.

We are celebrating
like high schoolers

whose parents are out of town.

- OK, but we have
high schoolers.

- Yes.

And tonight, their parents
are out of town.

- [laughs]
- This was Lois Lane.

- And that's why you're
speaking out now.

- I felt that after months
of trying to reconcile,

it was finally time
for me to go on record,

tell the public the truth

about the world's
most famous reporter.

[dramatic music]

- Remind the audience.

How many years were
you imprisoned?

- 17.

- 17 years for a crime
you didn't commit.

That must have been frustrating
knowing you were innocent.

- I always knew the truth
would come out eventually,

but I'd be lying if I said
my faith didn't waver.

- Of course.
Of course.

And so it must have come
as quite the surprise

when Lois Lane, the reporter
who famously linked Lex Luthor

to Boss Moxie's murder,
ends up publishing

the article exonerating you.

- Not really.

- Not really?

- Ms. Lane always knew
I was innocent.

It was her friend,
Peia Mannheim,

who, in fact,
committed those crimes.

But taking down
a billionaire

always makes for
a better story.

- Of course,
a much better story.

And yet, Ms. Lane claims to
only have met Ms. Mannheim

most recently when they
were both receiving

chemotherapy treatments
at Hob's Bay.

- Convenient alibi.

- How so?

- Look, after Ms. Mannheim
almost leveled

half of Metropolis,
there was no more hiding

what her true abilities were.

- Hmm.

- Lois knew people
would connect

the dots to Moxie's murder,

so she got out,
in front of the story.

That doesn't hide
the fact that she lied.

- She lied?

Did she ever reach out
to apologize?

- I went to her,
hoping to hear she was sorry,

even thought about
moving LuthorCorp

to Smallville to bring jobs
to her community.

Instead, Lois accused me
of other crimes

without any evidence,
threatening that she was

going to put me away again.

And then she turned
the town against me.

- Well, that sounds like
the single worst apology

I have ever heard in my life.

- Me, too.
[chuckles]

And I was in prison
for 17 years.

- 17 years.

Lex Luthor, tell me,
what brings you here?

Now, what is it that you hope
to get from Lois Lane?

- The truth.

- The truth hardly
seems likely,

given the smear campaign
she's waged against you

all these years.

- Lois Lane claims to be
a champion for justice.

- Hmm.

- If she really
believes that,

then I challenge her
to come here and debate me,

face to face.

- Face to face would be a
fascinating exchange.

When and where would
that take place?

- Tonight.

You do have a 7 o'clock show,
don't you?

- Yes.

Yes, we do.

Well, this is--

this is quite the development.

Lois Lane, if you're watching--
and let's face it, who isn't?

Mr. Lex Luthor
and the "Godfrey!" Crew

will be right here
at 7:00 PM sharp.

The question the rest
of America wants to know is,

will you?

[tense music]

More "Godfrey!"
right after this.

♪ ♪

- I should've known he was
planning something like this.

- This isn't like Luthor.
He hates being on TV.

- Well, he looked pretty
comfortable to me.

- He's just trying to
get under your skin.

- Yeah, well,
mission accomplished.

But if he thinks I will not
confront him on camera--

- Lois.
- What?

I have the truth
on my side, Clark,

not to mention, a star witness.

- Otis Grisham is
the only witness

with any real
information on Luthor,

and the DOD has not made
a deal with his lawyers yet.

- But when they do,
Otis will testify

that Luthor ordered him
to murder Lana,

among other things.

- Which is why Luthor is
trying to draw you out.

If he discredits you publicly,
he can plant doubt

ahead of Otis's testimony.

- My reputation is
at stake, Clark.

He just called me a liar in
front of a national audience.

- Because he's desperate.

He is trying to trip you up,

knowing that after
Otis's testimony,

he won't have any moves left.

- Well, I can't just
sit here and do nothing.

- OK, OK.
So let's go to the office.

You can write a rebuttal,
which I will proof after.

- What, for spelling errors?

- I was thinking more like
the colorful language.

- Fine.
I'll get my keys.

- Oh, hey, now that
everybody knows I can fly--

- Oh.

[whooshing]

- Unfamiliar
pattern recognition.

- It's a simple question.

- My apologies.

The remaining showtimes for

"Honey, I Shrunk
the Slaughter Cabin"

are 12:15, 3:10,
6:50, 9:30, B13.

- Maybe we should do 9:30
so the crowds die down?

- Yeah, but that movie won't
get out until after 11:00.

And I don't think Candice
can stay that late.

- Well, where is she anyways?

I thought you told her
to meet us here.

- She's probably fighting
off the paparazzi.

- Yeah, or one of those
screaming fan girls

I saw out there.

- [chuckles] Did you hear that
Jamie Kennedy friended Jon?

- What?

No.

- OK.

It's not that big of a deal.

- He's really sensitive
about his social media feeds.

- [chuckles]

- No, I don't care about that.

Candice just broke up with me.

[liquid pouring]

[glass clinks]

- Any word?

- Lois probably still
believes that she

can avoid coming on tonight.

- [sighs]
This had better work.

- You look handsome.

- And feel like a fraud.

- Just because
something is new

doesn't mean that
it isn't right.

There.

- Why are you doing this?

- Because it's my job.

- Don't avoid the question.

- You and I both
want the same thing.

This is how we get it.

- You really think
you know what I want?

- Every time we're together,
I can see it in your eyes,

in the way you look at me.

Tell me I'm wrong.

♪ ♪

You're not the only one
who knows how this ends.

- We still need Lois if
this is going to work.

- She'll be here.

Be sure to get touched up
before going back on.

I need to check in with Milton.

♪ ♪

[crowd clamoring]

- It feels like we're
working in a fishbowl.

- Uh, there's a lot
of profanity in here,

even for you.
- What?

It's a first draft.

I had to get it
out of my system.

[door chime rings]

- There's a problem with Otis.

- Please tell me
he's not trying

to back out of testifying.

- Officers found him hanging
in his cell half an hour ago.

The warden was claiming
it was a suicide.

- What?
- It had to be Luthor.

- Yeah, no doubt.

But however he did it, Luthor
managed to cover his tracks.

- Did anyone get
Otis on record?

- The prosecutor wasn't set to
meet with him until tomorrow.

- [sighs]
- Lois, I'm sorry.

- You have got to be--

[glass shatters]

[whooshing]

[glass shatters]

[crowd clamoring]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- I'm doing the interview,
Clark.

- OK, that brick was clearly
thrown by a plant from Luthor.

- Yeah, and he's gonna
keep sending more people

to throw more bricks,
or bombs, or whatever.

- I really think a rebuttal
is still the way to go.

- I want to do this.
- Lois.

- I've made up my mind.

- OK, but this is
at Luthor's penthouse

with an interviewer
of his choosing.

It is the definition of
home field advantage.

- So what?

Even with my foggiest
radiation brain,

I could destroy Luthor
in a debate.

- Sure, sure.

But every time
Luthor's gone quiet,

something happens that
we didn't see coming.

What if this is
not just a debate?

- Well, then, it's a good thing
Superman will be there with me.

[door clicks]
[door chime rings]

- No one saw who
threw the brick,

but it should be
clear out there now.

- Great.
I'm gonna go get ready.

[crowd clamoring]

[door clicks]
[door chime rings]

- Everything OK?

- I think this is
a really bad idea.

- I'm not talking about Lois.

You didn't react to that
brick until after

it came through the window.

- That was because I was
reading what Lois had written.

I didn't see it
till it hit the glass.

- You didn't hear it
until then, either.

- My hearing hasn't been
the same since I came back.

- Why don't you
come by my garage

and let me run some tests?

I might be able to help
with your hearing.

[door clicks]
[door chime rings]

- We flew here together.

- Gordon can't
just wait around.

Without Lois Lane, I'm
afraid we're gonna have to go

in a different direction.

- She'll be here.

- Look, I have a show
to produce.

- And I told you,
she'll be here.

If you need me to
talk to Gordon, I will,

but you're the one
who's going to look scared.

[phone buzzing]

- Is that her?
- I need to take this.

[phone buzzing]

Milton, where have you been?
Did everything go as planned?

- "Oh, help me, please!

I'm so scared."

Yeah, that dummy
totally bought it.

- How long until you can
get everything online?

- Soon.
- Soon is not a time, Milton.

Everything needs to be ready
by the time we go to air.

- Then maybe you should
let me get to work

instead of pretending
like you're in charge.

- I am in charge.

- Yeah, keep telling
yourself that.

[line beeps]

[dramatic music]

- Candice, you can't do this.

Listen.

[sighs]

[somber music]

♪ ♪

- You OK?

- It's over.

- What?

No. Come on, man.

- I guess after
Dad's interview,

people have been going
after Candice online,

stalking her because
she's my girlfriend.

And some of the comments
have been pretty intense.

- Sorry, dude.
That's really rough.

- I just thought after
everything we've been through,

we'd get past this.

I mean, I took the blame
for her selling drugs.

- I mean, you did
kind of use those drugs.

- Not helping.

Look, do you love her?

- Yeah.

- Then go do
something about it.

- I just tried that.

- No, not on the phone, dummy.
Go see her.

- Right now?
- Yeah, right now.

If she's the one that you love,
you have to fight for her.

And you have to do it
before it's too late.

[somber music]

- Hey, don't look at me.

I'm like the Costanza
of relationships.

Anything I say,
you should do the opposite.

- Yeah, he is pretty terrible.

- The worst.
[all chuckle]

- All right.

Are we gonna sit around
making fun of me,

or are we gonna go get
your girlfriend back?

[gentle music]

[indistinct chatter]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[heartbeat thudding]

[whooshing]

[echoing chatter]

[echoing laughter]

[heartbeat thudding]

[paper rustling]

[lips smacking]

[whooshing]

[cup thuds]

[heartbeat thudding,
tense music]

[liquid pouring]

[banging]

[echoing chatter]

[whooshing]

[echoing chatter]

[echoing laughter,
heartbeat thudding]

[whooshing]

[heartbeat thudding,
echoing laughter]

[static buzzing]

- Lex? Lex?

- Shut it down.

- What?

- There's too many variables.

- We talked about this.

- Too many things
out of my control.

- This is going to work.
- Shut it down.

- Lex.
- I said shut it down.

- No, you are not going to
walk away from this

just because
it wasn't your plan.

We are going to finish
what we started.

[phone buzzing]

[chatter]

We got her.

We got her!

- We got--we got her.

Yes.

"Godfrey!" crew, listen up.

Lois Lane is on her way.
We go live in 30 minutes.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[door slams]

[beeping]

- This isn't like you.

Your body isn't healing
like it used to.

- It's not that bad.

- Come here.
I want you to see for yourself.

There's a lot of damage
around your cochlea.

- That happened when
I was fighting that thing.

- Yeah.
Some of it, maybe.

But the arteries
in your inner ear

are a lot more narrow
than they should be,

especially for you.

- OK, so, what,
the cells in my ear

aren't regenerating anymore?

- It's more than that.

Hearing loss is one of the
first signs of heart disease.

- Uh, but my heart's fine.

- Well, maybe for a 60-year-old
like Sam, but not for you.

Have you noticed
any other changes?

- Um, I'm not as
strong as I used to be.

Uh, more tired.

Uh, this scar on my chest
still hasn't healed.

- Hmm.

None of that's gonna change.

In fact, I think it's
probably only gonna get worse.

You have a human heart now.

Its muscle cells will
eventually degenerate,

and that's gonna affect
your entire body.

- Wait, wait, wait.

What are you saying?

- All of the powers
that you have,

all of your abilities,

they're starting to fade.

Maybe not this year
or even this decade,

but one day,
you're gonna wake up,

and you're not gonna
be Superman anymore.

[dramatic music]

[whooshing]

[all gasping]

- Superman's here.

[excited chatter]

- Metropolis twice
in one day?

Seems you've been busy.

- You knew about my
doctor's appointment?

- I hope you got the
results you wanted.

- Let me guess.

This little dog and
pony show was your idea?

- Oh, I'm just a believer
in journalism that

shows both sides of an issue.

- This is not journalism.

It's all volume, no substance.

- Ouch.

Well, that would hurt
if our ratings weren't

right through the roof.

Gordon Godfrey.
Good to see you.

Thanks for coming down
on such short notice.

- Didn't have much of a choice.

- I see your point.

And Superman.

Superman.

Superman in the building.

Let me tell you, it is--

it's quite an honor.

- It's just Clark.

- Oh, is it? OK.
Well, just Clark, I should be--

I should be cross
with you for giving

that exclusive to Janet Olsen.

That hack?

Why that was a
Nielsen gift basket

wrapped up in advertising gold.

I can tell you that much.

- Can we just get this
over with?

- Sure.
Let's do that.

I'm Switzerland, all right?

Totally impartial.

I just want to give
you and Lex Luthor

a chance to tell your
version of the events.

- My version's the truth.
- Of course.

Um, why don't we, uh,

kick you on over to make up,
have Sandy touch you up?

This is television, not print.

And then we'll get
the show on the road.

What do you think?

[tense music]

- You're gonna be great.

Be right here.

- Sandy.

Don't worry, big guy.

I'll take good care of her.

- I never met Peia Mannheim

until after I started
my cancer treatment.

- And yet earlier, Lex Luthor
implied that wasn't true.

Can you prove it?
- Can he?

I mean, he's the one claiming
I knew Peia for years.

Where's the evidence?

- I think the circumstances
speak for themselves.

- [scoffs]
- Moving on.

Changing subjects.

Before we came on air,

you told me about Superman
assaulting you in Smallville.

- Clark didn't assault him.

- He came to my home and
called me out to fight.

How would you describe that?

- You're the one who
had red solar lights

installed to dull his powers.

- For protection.

I knew your husband
would come for me.

- Because you had tried to have
Lana Lang murdered in her home.

- Well, that--that is
quite a serious accusation.

- Which Mayor Lang
will corroborate.

- Mayor Lang, your friend.

- Just like Otis Grisham,
the man who attacked her,

is your friend.

- I'll admit that I knew
Otis from my time

at Stryker's,
but we weren't friends.

Far from it.

In fact, Otis and
his friends beat me

to within an inch of my life.

- And yet he's been working
for you ever since you got out.

- Then you must have evidence,
a payout, photos of him

and I together,
maybe his testimony.

- Otis was found hanging in
his cell three hours ago.

- And let me guess.

I'm the one that murdered him?

- I think the circumstances
speak for themselves.

[tense music]

- Hmm.

♪ ♪

You see, the difference
between you and me

is that when
I make an accusation,

I have evidence to back it up.

♪ ♪

- Luthor, get out here!

This is over.

We are going to end you.

- You and your wife need to
stop trying to set me up.

- Stop lying!

[grunting, slapping]

[dramatic music]

[insects chirping,
birds singing]

[knocking on door]

- Jon, what--what
are you doing here?

My Aunt Peggy, she's gonna
freak out if she sees you.

- OK.

Please, just talk to me.

OK?

You owe me at least that much.

- OK.

[sighs]

[gentle music]

♪ ♪

Look, I meant what
I said earlier.

- Look, I know everything
is crazy right now.

- But do you know a reporter
came to my work this morning?

She wanted to pay me to
talk about dating you.

- Really?

- Yeah, and it was
a lot of money.

More than I make in
a month waitressing.

- Well, then do it. I--
- No. Don't.

- I don't care.
- It's not just that.

I mean, Jamie Kennedy
sent me a friend request.

Hey, like, how weird is that?

- Yeah.

That's not cool.

- Please, Jon, just go.

OK?

I can't do this anymore.

It's too much.

- OK.

But first, look me in the eye
and tell me you don't love me.

- Jon, stop.
- No, seriously.

Tell me you don't love me,
and I'll leave right now.

OK?
You never have to see me again.

- How's Matteo?

- Good, I think.

I mean, I've been working so
much, I barely see him, so--

- Do you like it,
working at the DOD?

- Sometimes.

- Doesn't really sound like it.

- Yeah, I guess it doesn't.

- Why don't you just quit?
I did it.

- Yeah, and how long
did that last?

It just feels like
for people like us,

once you're in it, you're in.

There's no going back.

- I wouldn't be too sure.

[gentle music]

♪ ♪

- After which,
Lois breaks into my apartment

with her other
superpowered son.

- Jon didn't even
have powers then.

- Sure he didn't.

- Well, I have to say,
Ms. Lane,

this evidence is
quite convincing.

- Of course you'd say that.
You helped set up this ambush.

- Ambush?
Please.

I'm just doing my job
as a journalist.

- Editorializing isn't
being a journalist.

It's being a carnival barker.

- Ha!

- Fortunately,
when I make an accusation,

I also have something
to back it up,

or, in this case, someone.

- Oh, let me guess.
Your husband?

- No, his daughter.

[dramatic music]

- Do it now, Milton.
Hurry.

- She's in France,
waiting for my call.

- Nice, Lois.
[chuckles]

[distorted beeping]

Hey, what's going on
with my computer?

- Sorry, but it's not your
computer anymore, John.

Now, just hold on
while I finish

making the final preparations.

[frantic beeping]

- Final preparations for what?

- For you to kill Superman.

♪ ♪

- Some nice toys
you've built, John.

A little rudimentary,
but I can work with that.

- Shut down protocol, A-172.

- Oh, that's not
going to work, John.

[crashing]

- Backdoor Alpha Turning Point!

- You will not stop this
from happening.

Not so smart now,
are you, John?

[sparks crackle]

- [panting] That should shut
you up, whoever you are.

[whooshing]

- Still here, John.

Don't think you
can outsmart me.

Now, how about you and I
take this suit for a ride?

[dramatic music]

- I'm telling you,
Mykonos is crazy.

Like, there's just
music everywhere.

- The water is, like,
the bluest you've ever seen.

- I'm so jealous.
- Yeah. Me, too.

- You don't have to be.
[fire crackling]

- Yeah.

I mean, I can kind of fly
you there whenever you like,

if Aunt Peggy's cool with that.

- Oh, my God.
That would be amazing.

[chuckles]

[whooshing]

- Jon, do you hear that?
- Yeah.

It kind of sounds like
your suit.

[tense music]

- That's not possible.

- Dude, it's coming fast.

[whooshing]
- Y-yeah. I got this.

[whooshing]

[dramatic music]

- Do not bring
Elizabeth into this.

- You're the one
who drove her away

so that you could keep
harassing my family.

- So let me get this straight.

You're saying that his
daughter will confirm this?

- Yes.

- This is not what I agreed to.

- Hear for yourself.

[tense music]

[line rings]

- [distorted]
Clark?

Clark?
Someone hijacked my suit.

I can't control it.
[suit beeping]

[line rings]

[static buzzing]

[whooshing]

[chatter]
- What the hell was that?

- Are you OK?

[chatter]

- Superman.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[whooshing]

[crashing]

- Jordan!
- Oh, my God.

[exhales]

[dramatic music]

Shutdown protocol, A-172.

[whirring]

[beeping]

[whooshing]

[missile booms]

[clanking]

- [groans] Is there anything
you can do to shut it down?

- Nothing's working.
I'm locked out.

You're gonna have to stop it.
[clanking]

[whooshing]

The sooner, the better.
- Hold on!

[whooshing, beeping]

[dramatic music]

- Jon? Jon?

Jon, are you OK?

[whooshing]
- [grunts]

- Memory Wipe Avery Reboot!

[dramatic music]

Alpha Turning Point!
- [panting]

- Vapor Lock Protocol!
[whirring]

- [panting]

It worked.
[whirring]

[groaning]

- Shutdown Protocol A-172.

Jon!
[whirring]

[lasers whirring]

- [groaning]

♪ ♪

[whooshing]

Candice.

- Jon, thank God you're OK.

[dramatic music]

[whooshing]

♪ ♪

- It's--wait.
It's starting--

[banging]
It's starting to lose power.

♪ ♪

[frantic beeping, whooshing]

- System failure?

You got to be kidding me.
How is this possible?

[frantic beeping]
- It's over.

You can't beat Superman.

- You mean your mediocre
engineering can't?

Not to worry.

This suit just needs
some upgrades

from someone smarter than you.

♪ ♪

Later, John.

[clanking]

- [shouting]

[whooshing]

[shouting]

Ah.

[tense music]

[distorted beeping]

[sirens wailing]

- Quiet on set, please.

And we go in 3, 2, 1.

Action.
"Godfrey!"

For the past 20 years,
we have read countless stories

about Superman,
the Man of Steel,

the majority of which come from
one single source, Lois Lane.

Only recently do we find out...
[laughs]

That Lois Lane is not just
some impartial reporter,

recounting the events
of a friendly alien do-gooder.

No, folks.

In fact, Lois Lane

is Superman's wife.

His wife.

Flash forward to this evening,
when that same Miss Lane

accuses billionaire
philanthropist Lex Luthor

of attempted murder,
a serious charge, to be sure.

But before she can lay out even
a single shred of evidence,

why, Superman, her husband,
destroys Lex Luthor's property,

conveniently ending
our debate

in a spectacle of mayhem
and broken glass.

And I'm the carnival barker?

I don't think so.

The question that's bouncing
around in my head

and, no doubt, dear viewer,
in yours, is simple.

Can Lois Lane be trusted?

Can she?

Well, I, for one,
am very eager to find out.

And we will,
if Lois Lane has the guts

to return to your
favorite program

with your favorite host,
Godfrey.

Have a glorious evening,
every--

- You were right.
I should have run a rebuttal.

[insects chirping]

- I'm pretty sure we have
bigger problems than that.

- What is it?

- Earlier today,
John Henry ran some tests.

[tense music]

[sirens wailing]

♪ ♪

- Bash can't stop texting me.

He thinks tonight made you
more sympathetic than ever.

- This almost failed.

Lois was seconds away from
getting Elizabeth on the air.

- But she didn't, and
I would never let that happen.

- No, you wouldn't.

♪ ♪

You're not wrong.

- About?

- What we both want.

♪ ♪

[phone rings]

♪ ♪

- Milton.

Did everything work out?

We got it.

♪ ♪

[insects chirping]

[tense music]

- Everything OK?

- You were right about Grandpa.

I was doing it just for him,

but now it's for me.

- OK.

- [sighs]

Do you really think
Lex Luthor did all of this?

- It's the only thing
that makes sense.

- Yeah, but this world's Luthor
isn't a computer genius, is he?

- No, but it doesn't mean
he isn't working with one.

- What, someone like
Mr. Gorman from our world?

[tense music]

- Or someone better.

[insects chirping]
[door clicks]

- Oh, uh, Candice wanted me
to thank you for being

so brave tonight.

- I'm finally starting
to like her.

[gentle music]

Did something go wrong
at your appointment?

- All good.
No evidence of disease.

- [sighs]
Thank God.

- But your father has
something to tell you.

♪ ♪

- Um...
[clears throat]

John Henry ran
some tests today.

And it seems that even though
your grandfather's heart

saved my life, um,

it's not completely
compatible with my body.

- So, what, your heart's
just gonna stop working?

- Eventually, yeah.

- How long do you have?

- Maybe as long as
your grandfather

would have had, maybe less.

- [exhales]

- But the bigger problem with
what we're facing right now

is that my powers are
starting to diminish.

- Diminish how?

- Every day,
I'm getting a little weaker.

And it's gonna continue
like that until one day,

I won't have any powers at all.

♪ ♪

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

- How's it looking, Milton?

- Not bad, but I can make it
something far superior.

[tense music]

- Now, that's a killer suit.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Greg, move your head.