All language subtitles for S04E22_track3_[und]

[instrumental music]

(Lois)
'What's the holdup?'

You've been cooking
for 15 seconds

and dinner's
not ready yet?

Give me eight
more seconds.

I promise you, it will
be worth the wait.

Well, take ten. I'm in
the mood for dessert.

[doorbell rings]

(male #1)
'Delivery for Kent.'

Oh. Wow. What is this?
Come on in.

Uh, just put it
anywhere.

Oh.

- There you go.
- There you go.

- Thanks.
- Thank you, ma'am.

[instrumental music]

Hey, honey,
who was at the..

Honey...is this your way of
telling me we can have a baby?

[instrumental music]

[sighs]

[buzzer]

(guard)
'Open the gates.'

Well, I guess this
is adios, Dr. Mensa.

Hope this early parole
doesn't go to your, uh...head.

[laughs]

Sorry.

Hey, I know we had our share of
run-ins while you were inside

but, uh...no hard
feelings, huh?

[instrumental music]

You know, you really
are a fat-head!

[instrumental music]

No! Aah!

Don't call me Fat Head.

[theme music]

Yours? This was
your bassinet?

Yeah, but I didn't
have it sent here.

I mean, I haven't even
spoken to Dr. Klein yet.

- Maybe my mom and dad..
- When?

They've been in
Metropolis for a week.

[doorbell rings]

Well, that's them.
You can ask them yourself.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Sorry. We forgot the key.

We haven't kept you
from dinner, have we?

No, no, no.

We've had other
things to keep us busy.

- Oh, it got here.
- So you did send it.

Well, with all this talk
of babies in the air

we called home and had our hired
hand send it as a surprise.

If we were being
a little--

Presumptuous. But the idea of
having a grandchild is just so--

Exciting. We wanted
to help you get..

Started and
show you some--

Shortcuts and
pitch in like--

- Family, if that's..
- Okay?

- Yes.
- Of course it is.

I can't imagine a better
set of parental experts

than the people
that raised my husband.

Oh. We did do
a pretty good job, huh?

That's why I'm so anxious
to hear from Dr. Klein.

The world needs
another Clark Kent.

(dispatcher)
Guard down at Metropolis
federal penitentiary.

Trouble at
the penitentiary.

[bell rings]

(Superman)
Who did this?

Apparently, no one. The
gate came down on its own.

- How is that possible?
- We didn't think it was.

Brakes have got to be taken off.
That big lever thrown.

And no one touched them?

The tower guard
saw it happen.

The machinery moved like
it had a mind of its own.

[buzzer]

[music through headphones]

[intense music]

I never did like
Andy Williams.

M-Mensa.

W-what are you doing here?
I thought you were in prison.

I'm rehabilitated,
or so they say.

I've repented
of my schemes.

Knock over Fort Knox and
the Bank of England and..

...Merv Griffin's
beach house

or so they say.

How did you get in here?
The door was locked.

I thought it open.

I could've thought my way
out of that prison, too

but I didn't want to reveal
my secret and ruin my plans.

What plans?

The plan to take revenge
on those who betrayed me.

Y-you told us, you told us
the goal of Dynomonics

was to gather the best
and the brightest.

Develop our mental
abilities to the maximum

and, together,
achieve greatness.

Precisely.

What you really wanted was
to pull off criminal feats

no one had ever
done before.

None of you had
a problem with that

until they seized my weapons and
plans and threw me into jail.

That was because
we were under your spell.

And not one of my trusted
inner circle came to my defense.

Is it my imagination,
or is your head bigger?

Did you know the average human
uses less than 10% of his brain?

I use 98.6% of mine.

Is that why they
call you Fat Head?

- I hate that name.
- Oh.

I spent five years
in solitary

using Dynomonics to develop
my brain to the ultimate.

Why?

Because I knew
one day I'd be out

ready to start over
right where I left off

but, this time, alone.

[sonic humming]

Wha--

What-what's going on?
What are you doing?

Thinking.

[sonic humming]

[screaming]

A mind is a terrible
thing to waste.

[car alarm blaring]

- Thanks for lunch, honey.
- Oh, sure.

Now that you've a lab space here
we should do it more often.

Ah.

Um, listen, about this
reconciliation between

you and me and, uh,
you and mother..

Um, I was just.. Oh, gosh,
how do I say this? Um..

I-I was just...hoping
that you won't--

Blow it?

Yeah, me, too. Family skills
are uncharted waters.

Maybe for
all three of us, huh?

Look, I got to get going.

This project could put me
on the scientific map.

- Really?
- Mmm.

If Vanna White does
the infomercial. Ka-ching!

Go get 'em, daddy.

You know, it doesn't matter
how much money you have

when your time is up,
it's up.

- Fortune cookie?
- Carter Clavens.

Rich, powerful,
healthy, dead.

Fell 30 stories, plop.

- Suicide?
- Exercycle.

Bike went right out
the window with him on it.

- How?
- By itself.

By itself?

The cops said that it was
like the bike had a mind

of its own or something.

That's what the guard
told Superman

about the prison gates,
isn't it?

Jimmy, see if you can
find any other connection

between the
two deaths, okay?

Got it.

Can we...talk?
Privately?

I just, uh, came
back from S.T.A.R. Labs.

Really?

Well, you could've
just called me.

What did Dr. Klein say?

Oh, you..

You couldn't
just call me..

...because the, uh, the news..

The news isn't good.

Dr. Klein ran every
possible test he could.

Poor guy could barely
even face me.

But...he told me
that Superman's biology

and an Earth woman's are
incompatible for reproduction.

[instrumental music]

Ohh..

I told myself I'd never
make you cry. I'm sorry.

I feel so confused.

I feel like I.. I feel like
I lost something I never had.

We haven't lost anything, honey.

Look, you can't try
and make me feel better.

I mean, that's what you
always do with everything

and it's sweet, but I know how
much you wanted to have kids.

Lois, I want you to hear me,
okay? Really hear me.

Every time, every time
we make love..

...we make love.

That's the strongest
life force there is.

And whether or not that results
in another little person..

...and for me,
it is creation.

[cries]
Oh, Clark.

You fill me with life.

[instrumental music]

Caught me.

I came down
for a glass of milk

and I just...sort of
noticed this sitting here.

I know.

Clark, you know how I get
when I want to fix something?

Well...first,
you eat a lot of chocolate

while you figure out
your next move.

Check.

Then, you get..

...that real determined
look on your face.

Sort of like you
got right now.

And then, the seas...part.

Listen.

We have come through almost
every conceivable disaster

usually by
inconceivable means.

And if conceiving
is what we want

I think we're going to have
to be fearless once again.

There's a man, a medical doctor
who's practiced his craft

over the years on the
cutting edge of science.

He's explored some
fairly esoteric areas.

In fact,
he treated you once.

- He did?
- Saved your life.

He saved my..

Wait a minute, honey.

- Your father?
- I know.

The scam artist,
the dreamer.

There are things that
he would have to know.

You're right.
We'd have to tell him.

[instrumental music]

We'd have to
tell him everything.

[telephone rings]

- Hello?
- Mother?

Oh, hi, baby.

I just got into town,
and I dropped by this, uh..

this rat hole that your father's
working in to surprise him.

[laughing]

Uh, you sound
surprised, too.

Listen, mom, it's great
to hear your voice

and it's not that I don't
want to talk to you

but, um, could
I speak to daddy?

Yeah, of course,
sweetheart.

Don't think for a minute
that I'm hurt.

- Sam?
- Huh?

- Your daughter.
- Ah.

Mother, we'll
have lunch.

Ah. Ellen,
you'll have lunch.

Yeah, please, please.
I'm fine. I'm fine.

- Uh, she's fine.
- I know, I heard.

Um...listen, daddy,
I was, uh, wondering

if you could come by for
coffee tomorrow morning.

Sure. What's going on?

I, uh, I've never met one
of Sam's partners before.

Lots of times, they were
locked up before I could.

Um...this is nice, Mickey.

Misha.
Name is Misha.

Uh, I didn't visit
his lab much

when he was doing those crackpot
get-rich-quick schemes.

So...what are you
two working on?

- Breasts in a bottle.
- Excuse me?

Breasts in a bottle. Fabulous
full-figured fun in a pill.

So far, works only on mice.

- Ah, what is this?
- It's called, "Bummer Be Gone."

Eliminates all painful
memories from brain.

Really? Ah.

(Lois)
Mom likes to sleep in.

Maybe you just shouldn't
even bother waking her up.

Uh...why don't you just not
mention it to her at all?

Ah, I get it,
delicate issue.

Alright. Sure. Right.
Hey, see you.

(Misha)
'No, no, please, Mrs. Lane,
I beg of you. No. Please.'

- Let her rip, doc.
- Sam.

For God's sake,
be careful.

That thing hasn't been perfected
yet. It could be dangerous.

And years of repressed
trauma aren't?

Honey, let me take you
out to dinner

see what I can do to erase
those painful memories.

Alright, Sam.
You're on.

[instrumental music]

[keys clacking]

[glass breaking]

[screaming]

[instrumental music]

[doorbell rings]

I think Clark's
secret is safe.

My dad will be the only
other person who knows.

Mother?

I wish you wouldn't sound
so shocked when you say that.

Ohh...I'm such a
slug in the morning

but I woke up this morning
feeling just glad to be alive.

Maybe because I had such
a good time last night.

Oh, daddy, how nice.

Well...uh...Sam.

Do you want to maybe
go on into the kitchen

so we can ask you about, uh,
th-that stuff for the story?

Oh, I would love
to hear about it.

No, no.

Ellen, I've got some
coffee and some pastries.

It's just a lot of
dry technical stuff.

It really isn't very
interesting at all.

Uh, sorry about
your mother, honey

but she nabbed me
just as I was leaving

and since I'm trying
to rebuild our relationship

ditching her seemed
to be a bad idea.

Are-are you alright?

Sam...you've done
medical research

in a lot of different
fields, right?

Yeah.

How about the field
of infertility?

Infertility?

Wha..
You-you two are trying to..

Really? Oh,
that's wonderful.

Well, uh, yeah, um, but,
see, uh, the thing is--

Oh. If you guys are having
trouble getting pregnant

there are a lot of experts
more qualified than me.

Not necessarily.

You see, we've got, uh,
an added, uh, challenge.

Daddy...telling you
this next thing is..

Well, it's one of the toughest
decisions we've ever made.

This is something that
has to be kept secret, Sam.

(Lois)
'Unfortunately,
even from mother.'

It's a dangerous secret
and only those that have

to know have to know.

Ah, a secret from mother?
That's easy.

[laughing]

Uh...honey?

[exhales]

[whirring]

[instrumental music]

Oh, jeez.

[instrumental music]

What you just did there, that
that-that's humanly impossible.

Exactly.

[instrumental music]

[door rattles]

Mensa...or is
it Fat Head now?

Don't call me Fat Head!

[instrumental music]

No! Stop it! Please! Help!

You could've been
the commissar of science

in my Dynomonics empire!

Then I would've had to have
killed thousands of people

blown up thousands of buildings.
I could not live with that.

Ah. And double-crossing me, you
think you can live with that?

No, please, you must
listen to what I'm saying.

How do you say
"So long, loser" in Russki?

If Misha dies,
secret dies with him.

Secret? What secret?

Secret of giving you power
you always dream of.

With what?
"Breasts in a bottle?"

Weapon.. Secret weapon
you once begged me to create.

You did it?

[coughs]

Are you telling me you've
actually built the gizmo?

Yes, yes.

An amplifier
that will harvest

Fat Head's superior mental
ability

multiply it
a thousandfold

and make you able to-to bend
anyone or anything to your will.

Well...don't just stand there,
you quivering, craven coward.

Trot it out.

- Is not perfected yet.
- Not perfected?

Uh, a little fine-tuning.
Needs a little fine-tuning.

Then, perfected very soon.

You have until
tomorrow morning.

And don't even think about
running out on me.

I've got eyes
and ears everywhere.

More importantly..

...I got a brain.

Sam?

'You look like
you're in shock.'

I'm fine, fine, fine.

Huh. Alright, if you say so,
but it's almost as if you

weren't helping them
on a story at all

but hearing some
Earth-shattering news instead.

[laughing]

That's not it,
of course.

No, no, no.
Uh, we should be going.

Yes, we should.

You know, this sounds
so ridiculous

but I have
this crazy feeling

that everybody here
knows something I don't.

Oh, mother, what would
we know that you don't?

You're right.
I'm being silly.

- Are you dying?
- No.

Oh, well, that's great.

'Oh, Martha, don't forget'

'to give me the recipe
for the popovers.'

- Oh, do you bake?
- No, not really.

Sam, I'll get Superman's files

from S.T.A.R. Labs
as soon as I can.

And, uh, thank you.

- Hmm.
- Ohh. Sam.

Sam, are you coming?

Or do you have some more secret
stuff to discuss with Clark?

[laughing]

Oh, my God. In a few hours,
he's going to be here.

- Sam. Sam?
- Not now, Misha.

I'm up to my knees
in Shinola here.

This morning, I have
to deliver a machine

that will super-enhance
the brain's energy.

I didn't know
such a thing existed.

[laughs]
It doesn't.

Ah. These figures
can't be right.

You've got
to help me, Sam.

What the hell are you
working on over there?

Ah, it's a little
project of mine.

It's nothing important.

You wouldn't be holding out
on me, Sam, would you?

I'm in real trouble.

If you've got
something there

that can help
buy me some time..

No, no, no,
I don't think so.

[instrumental music]

Well..

[instrumental music]

Sam, I'm going to have
a cup of coffee.

You want one?

- Oh, coffee, yeah, thanks.
- No problem, partner.

Anything for you,
partner.

[instrumental music]

You're going to tell me
your secret, Sam. All of them.

[instrumental music]

It's a new dawn, unsleuthable
crimes untraceable to me.

[instrumental music]

[groans]

[engine starts]

(male #2)
'Hey, hey, wait a minute!'

'What's happening?'

Wow, where's the challenge?

Now we rendezvous at my place.
Follow that car.

I can't stop!
I can't!

[car honks horn]

Stop! Look out!

Hey!

[honks horn]

Move! Move!

'Look out! Look out!'

'Oh, my God.'

[lady screaming]

[dramatic music]

- Are you alright, sir?
- It wasn't me, Superman.

The car just drove itself.

Him. I heard about him
the whole time I was in prison.

Superman.

Okay, this one
is pretty strange.

First, the guard gets
knocked down by his own gun

then the armored
car takes off

and the driver said
it was driving itself.

Like the exercise bike
moved by itself

or the prison gate
moved by itself.

Just as Klaus Mensa
was released.

Oh, by the way, I found
out that Klaus Mensa

started this cult
called Dynomonics.

They believed
anything can be achieved

with advanced
mental techniques.

I'm going to try
my father again.

I don't know why
he's not answering.

[dials]

[telephone rings]

- Good morning.
- Mother?

- Am I interrupting anything?
- No.

(Sam on answering machine)
'Hi, this is Sam Lane. I'm not
in right now, so if you'll..'

- Calling your father?
- No. Yes, uh, just to say hi.

Do you know he said
he couldn't see me last night?

- He was working.
- Oh.

- He said he's working for you.
- He did?

On that story
that you're doing.

Oh, yes, right.
Yeah.

Clark, look, mother.

Oh, hi, Ellen.

Um, Sam's busy
so I thought maybe

I could steal Lois
here for lunch.

Well, I'd love to.

(Jimmy)
'Lois, Clark,
I forgot to tell you.'

Miss Bailey's on her
way over here for--

Uh, Jimmy.

I just, I can't believe you
guys were thinking about--

- It's for a story, Jimmy.
- Yeah, here.

Well, looks like I'm not
available. I'm sorry.

- How about dinner tonight?
- Yeah, that'd be fine.

Uh, honey...if you were dying,
I'd know, wouldn't I?

Yes.

Before a lot of
other people, I mean.

You would be at the top
of...my death notification list.

Oh. Thank you, sweetheart.
You'll see.

It's the little things that
count when you're a mom.

Oh, Sam, for the last time,
what are you working on?

- What is the secret project?
- I'm-I'm..

Ohh. Stubborn old fool.
We're running out of time!

I'm trying...to
help...my daughter.

I don't know how much more
of this you can take.

I'm trying to
help my daughter.

She's-she's...married..

...to Superman.

Clark Kent?

I'm not having a good morning!
Where's my machine?

Not quite perfected yet,
unfortunately.

What did you say?

But I have some information
you might like just as much.

[instrumental music]

(Ms. Bailey)
'Well, well, well.'

Well, well, well,
well, well. Hmm-hmm.

Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm,
hmm, hmm, hmmm.

You know, we almost forgot

that we even made this
appointment, Miss Bailey.

When we started talking
about having kids

we thought we'd explore
all of our options.

And we didn't know much
about the adoption process.

Mm-hmm. You know, our
task at county adoption

isn't just finding the
right child for a parent.

It's finding the right
parent for our children.

I've started a preliminary
work-up on the two of you

to get an idea
of your suitability.

- You have?
- Well, it wasn't difficult.

You are, after all, two of
our most prominent citizens.

Oh, I don't know if
I'd say most prominent.

Don't be modest,
Ms. Lane.

Your contributions to the city
couldn't be overestimated.

Well, you know,
we try.

Which, uh, brings me
to the problem.

Problem?

Uh, Mr. Kent, you are
a model of propriety.

You do your job,
you make an excellent income.

You shun the spotlight.

Out of a possible 100 points,
I gave you 97.

- Oh, well, thank you.
- What did I get?

Something lower.

Miss Lane, on almost
a weekly basis

you manage to dangle
above the jaws of death.

I dangle above
the jaws of death?

Like an hors d'oeurve. Usually
in situations so terrifying

you require rescue
by Superman.

But-but it's not like she's
looking for the jaws of death.

Yeah, I can't
help it.

That's what
I'm talking about.

You may be what we in psychology
call a thrill addict.

What?

Someone who places
oneself in danger

to satisfy some
subliminal need.

On the face of it, I'd say you
have an obsession with Superman.

Oh!

I-I do not.

Nineteen.

You gave him a 97,
and you gave me a 19?

And that includes five points
for being a U.S. Citizen.

Miss Bailey, my wife
is a complete professional.

Someone who cares very,
very much about this world.

Frankly, she's, she's
the best person that I know.

Now, any child who is lucky
to have Lois as their mother

will be the luckiest
child alive.

'Well, that may be, Mr. Kent.'

And these work-ups
are preliminary

but at this point,
I certainly couldn't recommend

placing a child
in your home.

[doorbell rings]

- Ellen! Hi.
- You free for lunch?

You may be the only
person I know who is.

Not that you were
my last choice.

You seem a little blue.

I don't know. Maybe
it's just my imagination.

I just, get the impression that
everyone.. Well, not everyone.

I mean, just you and Jonathan
and Lois and Clark and Sam

know something
that I don't.

- Oh, Ellen.
- I know.

It would just make me
feel so much better

if you could just
say to me

"Ellen, may God
strike me dead

if we're keeping
something from you."

[telephone rings]

Hello? Hi!

Ah, no, dear,
he's not here.

We haven't been able
to get hold of him either.

Jonathan's gone over
to check on him. Bye.

Well, I'm sure that
was none of my business.

Ellen, I think if you could just
look at this objectively--

You know, you say that

like you're talking
to a healthy person.

Martha, I have as much
self-esteem as chipped beef.

And it's starting to feel like
every single person in the world

knows something I don't.

Oh, that's just
ridiculous.

[instrumental music]

I know a secret.

- My God, even him!
- Come on!

[instrumental music]

- What do you want?
- I want you, ladies.

[instrumental music]

- You're coming with me.
- Oh, oh!

[instrumental music]

Sam, I don't
mean to nag

but do you do any checking
on these crackpots

before you sign
them up as partners?

- I'm not a crackpot!
- No, dear, trust me, you are.

Look, I thought I was free
of Fat Head years ago.

But now he's caught me between
his Fat Head and a hard place.

He'll kill me
if I don't help him.

- Jonathan!
- Are you alright?

(Mensa)
'Just shut up!'

Well, when it comes to
Superman's nearest and dearest

I pretty much have myself
a complete set.

- What the hell does that mean?
- Ellen!

I don't know. I think he's got
us confused with somebody else.

Don't play stupid
with me, blondie.

We all know what
I'm talking about. Don't we?

- What, even him?
- He got it from him.

Oh, it's wonderful.
Thanks a lot, Sam.

There's a shipment
of gold bullion

at the new Troy bank, awaiting
an escort to Fort Knox.

That gold is ours, Misha.
No one's gonna try to stop us.

Not even Superman,
because he knows

what will happen
if he tries. Doesn't he?

What?

[telephone ringing]

[sighs]

Honey, she is not
the final word on this.

- Don't be sad.
- I'm not sad, I'm angry.

You know,
it's discrimination.

What, no people with
risky jobs can have kids?

So, I guess cops and
test pilots and trapeze artists

can forget it, too.

And what does
she think?

Does she think that
I'm deliberately

gonna run around sticking my
neck out after I adopt a child?

I mean, how dumb
does she think I am?

Ha ha. See,
this is why I love you.

'Cause I'm crabby?

No, because
you never give up.

We'll figure something out.

And in the meantime, we'll just
have a terrific family of two.

Okay, guess which cult
Mr. Exercise Bike

was involved with.

- Dynomonics.
- Yep. Run by Klaus Mensa.

He, uh, believed the mind
was capable of anything

and he spent his life
trying to focus the power

of his whole brain.

Not just the little
that most of us use.

This is really interesting.

Alright, this is a picture taken
of him before he went to prison.

And this was taken
after he got out.

[laughing]

In prison, he got
the nickname Fat Head.

Wonder why, huh?

His head looks like
an over-developed muscle.

Clark, that prison guard died
after Fat Head was released

by a gate closing by itself.

And the exercise bike
that killed Carter Clavens.

And the armored truck
that Superman stopped.

Have you ever seen
Yuri Geller do his act?

He focuses his mind
on a fork.

And it bends.
All by itself.

Telekinesis.

I think Klaus Mensa's turned
his mind into a deadly weapon.

(female #1)
Full tactical alert.

What? What are
you hearing?

I'm not sure.

Something's going on
at the new Troy bank.

[sirens blaring]

Superman, bank robbery going
down. We can't even get close.

- How many of them are there?
- One.

- Armed with what?
- Nothing.

And he did all this?

[instrumental music]

Oh!

Alright, Mensa,
that's enough.

Your powers
won't work on me.

Probably true.

That's why I got a hold of
the people you love the most.

You know who
I'm talking about.

The big four. So, you so much
as look cross-eyed at me

and well, it won't be
a pretty death.

(Mensa)
'You think I'm joking,
big boy? Try me.'

'Not so sure of yourself,
now, are you?'

Better think
this through, Misha.

Sitting around
that cult of yours.

A crime spree might sound kind
of fun, but this is serious.

Those cops are hurt!

Any chance of you
rebuilding your life

is getting mighty slim.

Shut up, both of you.
I don't have a choice.

You got any doubt that I'm
holding on to your loved ones

I'll let them talk to you
over a frequency

only you and I can hear.

He says he's got our parents.

(Mensa)
'Well, the little wife
showed up, too. Perfect.'

[instrumental music]

(Jonathan)
'Hi, I'm afraid it's true.'

He's got me, too.

- He does have them.
- Superman, Ellen Lane!

Alright,
I'll help you.

- What do we do?
- Come here.

Rainbows follow
stormy skies.

Your father just said,
"Rainbows follow stormy skies."

He used to say that
when I was a kid.

It means everything's
alright.

[instrumental music]

Alright,
stop right there.

No closer, pal.
That's it.

Okay, I warned you. Gas 'em!

[coughing and wheezing]

Hey, didn't you
hear that?

Man, you are
a cold fish.

Lieutenant, I'm going
to take this car

and personally fly it back
to the penitentiary myself.

[instrumental music]

[engine revving]

[tires squealing]

Superman, we couldn't
hold Fat Head. He's gone.

I'm in big trouble here.

Superman doesn't care
that I killed his parents.

The guy's gone berserk!

Where's that machine that
will pump up my brain power?

It's not ready yet.

I don't care
if it's not ready!

Hook me up. The guy
will be here any second!

Alright, but I'm warning you.

Okay. Hit it!

[buzzing]

Too late, Superman.

I am invincible.

[buzzing]

It's alright.
Shut it down.

[buzzing]

I can't. Something is wrong.

His mental strength's amplifying
the power of the machine.

Wait a minute!

His parents? I know
what the big secret is!

[buzzing]

[buzzing]

[explosion]

[machine powers down]

[Mensa panting]

His head's back to normal.

And his powers seem to be gone.

- What about the others?
- Others? What others?

My God, you know something,
I have no unpleasant memories.

The Bummer Be Gone,
it works!

[crying]

Well, my parents
are back to normal.

Clueless that their son-in-law
moonlights in tights.

I guess knowing I'm Superman

brought them nothing
but unpleasantness.

So, now, that
memory is gone.

I don't think mom remembers
being mad at daddy either.

Apparently not, because I caught
them kissing out on the terrace.

[sighs]
Clark, I'm sorry.

For what?

I'm sorry that daddy
can't find anything wrong

with the S.T.A.R. Labs data.

He doesn't think we'll
be able to have kids.

Honey, I have not for one
second doubted in us.

We live the impossible.

A child is something brought
about by love, isn't it?

Well, then that
above all else

has got to be possible for us.

[buzzing]

What? What are
you hearing?

I'm not sure.

Well, what does it
sound like?

I can't actually believe
what it sounds like.

[instrumental music]

"Lois and Clark,
this child belongs to you."

[baby gurgling]

[instrumental music]

- Son, everything alright?
- Everyone okay?

- We saw the lights.
- Lois?

Ah, yeah, everyone,
everything is absolutely fine.

Um, mom and dad,
and, uh, mom and dad

uh, we have something
to tell you.

[instrumental music]

[baby gurgling]

[instrumental music]

[theme music]