["Canon in D Minor" by Johann Pachelbel]
Umm, I-I know this is supposed to be art
but, uh, to me it-it just looks like a big car wreck.
I don't see a mother or a daughter.
You guys don't get it.
You have to open your mind
to the artist's inner feelings.
- Oh. - Hey, wait a minute.
You know, if you tilt your head to the right
and squint your eyes a little bit
you can just about make out Elvis's profile.
- I don't see it, chief. - Oh, yeah, yeah.
Look between these two hubcaps here
and that upside-down speedometer.
- Oh, yeah. - You see it?
Maybe the fat Elvis.
Why do I even try?
Art to you guys is like prints
of those poker-playing dogs.
Oh, I love those.
Did you ever see the one with the two dogs
in the bar throwing darts?
[laughter]
- Uh, Lo-Lois Lane? - Yes?
(male #1) 'This is for you.'
Oh.
Who's it from?
I have no idea.
"Dear Lois, please forgive me
"but my feelings for you run deep
"and I'm too shy to tell you in person.
"But I want the world to know
"that whenever I think of you, my heart sings.
Your secret admirer."
[clears throat]
Don't look at me.
I may be from Kansas, but I am not that corny.
This is so embarrassing.
Well, open it up.
Ohh.
Oh, it's so beautiful.
Well, whoever this guy is
he sure has a sense of style.
Lift up that latch.
[gasps]
[chuckles]
That's the damnedest thing I've ever seen.
[singing opera]
[giggles]
That's really cool.
[singing continues]
Waiter?
Excuse me.
I wanted one of those.
[laughter]
[all grunting]
Oh!
[all screaming]
[zapping]
[electricity crackles]
Boy, this fella sure knows how to clear a room.
Chief, you don't have to yell.
Who's yelling?
You know, I hate to think of what this guy would've sent you
if he didn't like you.
[theme music]
- Morning. - Morning.
- Did the lab call? - Uh, yeah.
Unfortunately the wiring in that box was so badly melted
they couldn't tell anything.
You got any idea who Romeo is?
I haven't been able to think of anyone
who likes me enough to send me a..
Uh, I'm still working on it.
Lois, I just got off the phone with the museum.
I told them we'd take care of the damages.
Uh.. Is something wrong?
"Dear Lois, please accept the gift on your desk
'"as an apology for last night.'
"I am itching to be yours.
'Your secret admirer."'
Well, are you gonna open it?
- I don't know. - You want me to open it?
No. No, I'll do it.
Ohh! It's beautiful.
Well, it's a little tight, but..
It means your secret admirer must work here.
Because nobody else has access to your desk.
(Perry) 'Well, that's good deductive reasoning, Jimmy'
- Thanks. - But you're wrong.
'I know what everybody gets paid'
and nobody gets paid enough
to be able to afford a rock like that
'not even me.'
It's just the most romantic thing.
"Itching to be yours?" Give me a break.
Clark, I'm sure it's came from his heart.
Amazing, you went from being afraid to open this box
to thinking this guy was longfellow
in a matter of 30 seconds.
Oh, Clark, you just don't understand romance.
Lois, are you okay?
I think I'm having an allergic reaction to the gold.
Uh, it's too tight.
Let me help.
- Oh! - Oh!
- Uh. - Ha, ha.
Must have been a cheap setting.
Well, so far, lover boy's batting 'O' for two.
It's discolored.
It's been dipped in some kind of chemical.
[chuckles] Yeah. Real romantic.
Hey, watch it!
What do you think this is, the Tour de France?
- Hey! - Oh.
I guess this is going to be a long day.
What? I'm a little edgy. I'm sorry, Clark.
I just can't get this image out of my head of some weirdo
sitting in his living room, snickering to his friends
about how he's going to get Lois Lane to fall for him.
Well, I guess that's the drawback of being
beautiful, successful, and eligible.
What's that supposed to mean?
Nothing, I was paying you a compliment.
No, you weren't, you were implying that if
I wasn't single, I wouldn't have this problem.
No, I wasn't, but you probably wouldn't
have this problem if you were married.
Well, that's a terrific reason to get married
to avoid harassment.
Yep, long day.
- May I help you? - Yes.
I was wondering if you could tell by looking at a ring
where it was made.
Well, I can certainly tell by looking at it
it wasn't made here.
Let me get my loop.
Gee, he's got some beautiful things.
These cameos are gorgeous.
You ought to take a look at the things in this case.
They are not.
Yuck.
You know, these remind me of
this computer nerd I used to know in college Randall Loomis.
Followed me around for an entire year
like this annoying little gnat.
And then one day, I found in my locker
a hideous piece of jewelry just like this
with this note attached to it
said, "From your secret admirer."
Clark, that's it. Randall Loomis.
He must be the one behind this.
He still lives in Metropolis.
I think I can get the information you want
but it would help if I could hold on
to this ring for a day or so.
- That's fine. Let's go. - Okay.
Uh, thank you.
(Lois) After years of pining for me, Loomis has finally
to act on his sick little fantasies.
Turn here.
That's it?
(Clark) 'Looks like Randall the nerd'
'is doing alright for himself.'
Have you thought about what you're going to say
if it turns out he's not behind all this?
It makes perfect sense
his intense infatuation for me
his mechanical abilities
and evidently he has enough money
to spend on all those elaborate gifts.
People do change, Lois.
[chuckles] This wouldn't be change, Clark.
This would be morphing.
Yes?
Hi, does Randall Loomis live here?
Yes. I'm Mrs. Loomis. Can I help you?
Mrs. Loomis. Ha, of course.
- Hi, I'm Clark Kent. - Hi.
'And this is, um..'
Lois Lane.
Randall and Lois are old friends.
We were just in the neighborhood and Lois thought
it might be nice to drop by and say hello.
Isn't that right, Lois?
Oh, well, I'm sure he'd be delighted.
I'll be right back.
Maybe it's a different Randall Loomis.
It-it is a common name.
Hi.
You were looking for me?
- Lois? - Uh..
Hi, Randall.
Uh.. Do I know you from somewhere?
Lois Lane.
We went to college together.
Oh, Lois.
I didn't recognize you.
You-you look so mature.
And, uh, and you look like you're doing, uh, very well.
Yeah, yeah.
I sold my software company last year and retired.
'Donna and I are gonna travel around the world'
and then settle down in our place in Paris.
So, what have you been up to?
Oh, uh, I'm a reporter.
A-a-a journalist.
Uh, senior journalist for the "Daily Planet."
Actually, I'm in charge of--
Almost the entire newspaper.
Oh, that-that's great.
Well, would you folks like to come in?
No, we, we can't.
We.. Big story, deadline.
Ooh. Ha, ha.
Well, it was nice of you to stop by.
I'm glad to see that you found yourself a good man.
I-in college, I seem to remember Lois always on the prowl
but she never could hook up with the right guy.
I hope it works out for you two.
Thank you.
Let's go.
So, you were on the prowl in college?
That man has a very faulty memory.
And did you see her nails?
Obviously press-on.
I-I, uh, wasn't really focusing on her nails, Lois.
I'm glad you're having such a good time.
["Call It Stormy Monday" by T-Bone Walker]
♪ They call it stormy Monday ♪
♪ But Tuesday's just as bad.. ♪
♪ Wednesday is worse ♪
♪ And Thursday's also sad.. ♪♪
Ow! Ow!
Ow!
What did you do that for?
Uh, you left the security system off again
and I just walked right in the door.
Oh, I could never figure out how that stupid thing works.
And you've got a master's degree in engineering
and you can't figure out how to turn on an alarm system?
Well, sometimes geniuses have trouble with simple things.
It's what makes us colorful.
How do you feel about the colors black and blue?
[laughter]
I've been waiting five years
to even the score with Lois Lane.
And I'm not going to let everything be ruined
just because you are too stupid
to set a simple alarm.
Okay, okay.
I'll-I'll rig it some way so it's easy to operate.
I don't care if you clap it on. Just use it.
So, how did your meeting go with the terrorists?
Don't ever call them that.
They like to be called Freedom Fighters.
And they wanted a little dem..
They want a little demonstration
before they'll advance us any money.
They don't trust us?
Victor, we're the kind of people
that deal with terrorists.
Why would anybody trust us?
Hmm, uh-huh.
Is that thing ready?
I modified the manufacturer's spraying system and installed--
Boring!
Is it ready?
It's ready.
Good.
Now, think you can figure out
how to get into this?
Come on, sweetie.
Come on.
[barking]
[imitating machine whirring]
Is this another part of your colorful genius persona?
(Kyle) 'There it is. Let's go.'
[hissing]
[tires screeching]
Look out!
[glass shatters]
(female #1) 'Are you okay? Come on.'
[indistinct chatter]
I'm sorry, but you should've seen the look on your face
when Randall Loomis said he was
selling his software company and moving to Paris.
Would you stop it?
You really think I care what
Randall Loomis does with his life?
I have more important things to deal with right now.
Of course you do.
You're a senior journalist.
You know, you could walk back.
[laughs] Found it.
Give me the tweezers.
- Ow! - I'm sorry.
Sorry.
[grunting]
Now, is that our little gift for Lois Lane?
Yes.
Listen, I've been thinking--
Bad idea, Victor.
Bad idea! Bad idea!
Whoa!
Look out!
- Steer into the skid! - I am, it's not working!
[tires screeching]
- That was close. - Too close.
[panting]
What'd you open the door for?
I don't know, I thought maybe for a moment there maybe..
What? You were going to stick your foot out
and drag it along the street and stop the car?
You've been watching too many Flintstones cartoons.
[chuckles] Yeah.
Stay here. I'll go for help.
Well, I'm not going to wait here
while you go running off and get the whole.. Ah!
[grunts]
[tires screeching]
[dramatic music]
[tires screeching]
You okay?
[crowd applauding]
- Are you alright? - 'Thank you, Superman.'
Yeah, for someone who just saw their life
flash before their eyes.
What caused this?
I'm not sure.
Some kind of chemical reaction.
[instrumental music]
Promise me someday you'll tell me how you do that.
Here's the little Dickens.
[chip clatters]
Whoops.
Don't move.
Why?
I dropped the chip.
Oh, you dropped the chip.
Can you see the chip?
No.
Victor, that little chip
is worth well over a hundred thousand dollars.
And it's irreplaceable.
Unlike you. So I'd like you to look for the chip again.
Oh! Oh-oh-oh.
It was by your foot.
- Lucky. - No harm done.
Oh, Victor.
Did I ever tell you how much time I spent in prison?
I think you said about five years.
About five years.
And you know that in that whole time
I never got one single day off for good behavior.
- You know why? - No.
Oh, 'cause I'm-I'm just not a very nice person, see?
I'm just not a very nice person.
And my problem today is that I just don't feel that
you understand how much this project means to me.
- I understand. - Do you?
I understand. It'll never happen again.
- No? - No.
Good, hey, we've had a long day.
How about I take you out to the old ballgame?
(in unison) 'Lois! Lois! Lois!'
Hey, slugger.
Batter up?
Someone want to tell me what's going on?
Didn't you read the sports section yet?
Not yet. Why?
You're the action shot of the day.
"Lois Lane, let me be your designated hitter.
Your secret admirer."
(Lois) 'What?'
(Jimmy) 'I think it's kind of cool'
'the way he tied in the baseball theme.'
You know? The whole...designated hitter.
Oh, I sure wish somebody would yell out
"Copy boy" right about now.
Lois
A lot of people tell me I'm too old to be romantic.
And they're right. Do me a favor.
Would you tell loverboy to send a candygram next time?
Was the message on the board very long?
Long? The game was postponed for half an hour.
The fans were going nuts.
Nuts in a good way?
The boys in the press box called him the prankster.
Me? I suggested a different name.
Pete, don't you have a box score to study?
How did he manage this?
- Well, I-- - With a stolen computer chip.
I spoke to the manager of the stadium this morning.
He told me that the scoreboard was programmed
by Stanton Electronics.
Ring a bell?
One of their trucks was caught up
in that mess on the street yesterday.
Turns out two computer chips were stolen and replaced with
altered chips after the accident.
One controlled your scoreboard.
The other was headed for a military lab.
Oh, so, that's it.
Oh, that's what?
Well, what happened yesterday wasn't an accident.
It was a diversion so someone
could steal the chips from the truck.
Oh. Yeah. I knew that.
And if yesterday was a diversion
it means what happened at the museum was one, too.
The Regent Diamond is missing from their collection.
Fifty karats.
Let me guess. A piece of it was in the ring I got?
The jeweler said it was cut from the same stone.
Oh, you know, it's true what they say.
- Love stinks. - 'I don't get it.'
He steals a diamond ring and computer chips.
What, what's the connection?
(Perry) 'Lois, Clark.'
You gotta see this.
This just broke in to all the news channels.
- 'Good morning, Metropolis.' - Where's this coming from?
(Kyle on TV) 'Hey, I'm sorry to interrupt'
'your little news bulletin there'
'but what I've got to say is just more important.'
'Now, the bomb you see on your TV screens'
is hidden in the basement
of one of the city's scientific laboratories.
And just so everyone isn't inconvenienced
I'll tell you that that laboratory is located
'in our city's lovely Riverfront Industrial Area.'
Alright, somebody get on this right away.
Uh, I'll go, uh, Lois, why don't you stay
and find out how he cut into the broadcast?
Okay, fine.
(Kyle on TV) 'As you can see, the bomb'
'on your screens will detonate'
'in exactly one minute, 15 seconds'
and if you're in that area 14 seconds
you might want to consider taking an early lunch.
'Eleven seconds.'
Hey, if you're wondering how come I'm pulling
this loony prank, all I can say is I'm
'I'm an incurable romantic'
and I just want to show the world the explosive nature
of my love for Lois Lane.
[laughing]
(Kyle) 'Okay, workers are out. Let's go.'
[instrumental music]
[sighs]
Oh, my God.
[sighs]
(Prankster) 'Bravo, Superman.'
Hey, you were super-close.
Unfortunately, next time, Superman
super-close will have super-deadly results.
'Bye-bye for now.'
[static]
You recognize his voice?
Why is he doing this to me?
Hang in there, kid.
'Jimmy, come on.'
Hey, Juliet, while you and, uh, Romeo here were making
a love connection, some guy called, and he said
he had some information about who this wackadoo is.
[indistinct chatter]
Well, I think we've finally found
the absolute bottom of Metropolis.
Why is it that guys who call in with tips
always live in the worst part of town?
What do you think the brochure on this place would say?
Exquisite alley view?
Complimentary roaches on your pillow?
[knock on door]
Is this 210?
You Lane?
Yes. This is my partner, Clark Kent.
And you are..
...not very friendly.
Sit down.
Uh..
Well, that's okay.
We-we'll stand.
Let's see the money.
What money?
I told the kid on the phone.
You wanna find out who's doing these things to you
it's gonna cost.
I'm sorry, but the "Daily Planet"
has a standing policy that
we don't pay for information.
Then you came here for nothing.
Well, let's not be too hasty, I mean..
How much money could we be talking about?
Ten grand.
$10,000?
Are you joking?
Does this look like a face that makes jokes?
No. Uh, no, no-not jokes.
Look. I know this guy. I spent a lot of time with him.
All he did was talk about you
'and what he was gonna do to you.'
Now, do you wanna know this guy's name or not?
How do you know him?
What? You see a sign on my forehead says stupid?
[telephone rings]
Yeah?
Look, I'm sure we can get the information for less.
These things are negotiable.
You're talking to him. Who's this?
Fine, see if you can talk him down to twenty dollars
'cause that's all I have on me.
Well, money isn't everything.
Maybe we can offer him a couple
of nights in a nicer place.
Sure. Maybe we can throw in a harbor cruise while we're at it.
Will you get serious? We're talking about my life here.
Now let's offer him $100. He'll take it.
Just look at him. He's so pathetic.
[electricity crackles]
[grunts]
[suspense music]
He's beyond pathetic.
He's dead.
(automated message) 'Database access code accepted.'
I just heard. Any idea who this fellow was?
He registered under the name of Mick Barrows.
We're checking right now to see if that's accurate.
(automated message) 'Collating data.'
How do you rig up something
to electrocute a person over the telephone?
This prankster's one talented guy.
Well, I'm not sure talent's the word I'd use.
Here he is. "Mick Barrows."
Got out of prison a month ago, after serving 18 years.
It's too bad there's not a button we could push
to find out what he was gonna tell you.
[computer beeps]
Lois, I was kidding.
Just because Barrows didn't get a chance to talk doesn't mean
he didn't give us a lead.
I don't understand.
Barrows said he spent a lot of time with the prankster.
Since he's been behind bars
it had to be somebody that he knew in prison.
Probably one of his cellmates.
Why can't I think like this?
Well, if it was easy, everybody would do it.
(male #2) 'Hey, copy boy!'
(Lois) 'Oh, my God.'
- 'Who's Kyle Griffin?' - Hey, wait a minute.
Wasn't that the guy that was busted about five years ago
for selling high-tech weaponry to the third world?
His firm did the selling. He did the designing.
Why would he be after you?
My first big story was an expose
on the illegal arms business.
Led to the FBI, arresting 12 people.
Kyle was at the top of that list.
So now he's out and he wants his revenge.
Yeah, but why steal a diamond and a computer chip?
Well, it's just a guess
but they are components of high-tech weaponry.
Hey, guys. Listen to this.
One of the buildings that emptied out this morning
due to that phony bomb scare
was Whitmore Scientific Labs.
And they just found out something was stolen.
Yeah, yeah, four pounds of titanium alloy
and something called, uh, cesium.
How'd you know that?
Look, at this hour, all we can do
is call his parole officer and leave a message.
'With any luck, he'll get back with us'
first thing in the morning.
Now, Lois, you sure you don't want to spend
the night with Alice and me?
Oh. No, thanks, chief. I'll be fine.
I mean, it's obvious Griffin's just interested in annoying me
while he collects pieces for his next toy.
Do you want me to take you home?
No! I'm fine. I promise.
I'll see you all tomorrow.
[sighs]
Nobody's here, right?
[sighs]
[suspense music]
[sighs]
Ooh.
Oh.
Ee..
Ah.
[sighs]
Ahh, everything is fine.
Everything is fine.
Oh, God. I hate this.
Oh, girl, just get a grip!
Ahh.
Ah, this is silly.
[telephone rings]
I have got to get some control.
Oh.
(Perry on phone) 'Lois?'
'Is that you? Lois?'
- Perry? - Yeah.
Listen, I was just ready to go home
and I was sitting here thinking about your situation
you know, with this prankster and all
I just thought I'd call to see if you're okay.
Oh, chief, I'm fine. Ha ha.
Haven't given it a second...thought.
Attagirl. Well, if you change your mind
Alice still has that guest bedroom made up for you.
Oh, tell her that I appreciate it. That's not nec--
[dial tone]
Perry?
Oh. Huh.
[telephone rings]
Hi, we got cut off.
I know. I did the cutting.
Griffin? Is that you?
Aw, you figured it out.
And after I went to all the trouble
of killing poor Barrows.
What do you want?
[chuckles] Um, I don't know.
I just kind of want to, you know
torment you the way you tormented me
when you wrote your little expose
and after your reputation's ruined and your life
is sufficiently miserable
I'm going to put you out of your misery.
(man on TV) 'Slam dunk!'
[knock on door]
Nothing but net.
(Lois) 'Clark!'
Oh.
Lois. It's after 11:00.
I know. I know it's late.
I'm sorry, but, uh, I-I had this sudden urge
for pizza and a Mel Gibson movie.
I know how much you like pizza and "Lethal Weapon"
so, uh, here I am.
Great. Come in.
So what should we start with?
Um, "Lethal Weapon 1"
or "Lethal Weapon 2," or there's "3."
It's, it's sort of stupid at the beginning
but it gets better.
Lois, is something wrong?
Does something have to be wrong
for me to want to spend some time with a friend?
No. Uh, no. Sorry.
Uh, one would be great.
[chuckles]
(man on TV) 'Coming soon to a theater near you'
'the action adventure of the year.'
[gunfire in TV]
'The excitement!'
Oh, this is really great.
We should do this more often.
What are you doing tomorrow night?
Lois..
[telephone rings]
Clark, don't.
Hello.
There's nobody there.
Probably just a wrong number.
Wrong number.
No problem.
Uh, that happens all the time in the big city, right?
Lois, you want to tell me what happened?
Nothing happened.
You know.. I mean, you know, nothing important.
Griffin called me.
What? What did he say?
Oh, the usual, you know.
He said, "Lois, hi. How are you?"
"Long time no see."
"I'm gonna kill you."
Kill you? What? Did you call the police?
Clark, I am a professional reporter.
This is not the first threat that I have ever received.
These-these things, they-they never pan out.
Well, maybe not, but I'd feel a lot better
if you stayed here tonight.
Oh..
Oh. I-I, um, oh..
Well, if it would make you, make you feel
better then I-I guess I--
Don't let me twist your arm or anything.
Clark..
...I don't wanna die.
Lois, I would not let that happen.
Uh..
...movie.
You know, Mel Gibson's really funny in these movies.
Yeah.
He plays a great wild man.
Sometimes I think maybe I should be
a little bit more of a wild man myself.
Uh, Jimmy even suggested that I wear an earring
but that's not really me. I'd..
(Clark) 'What'd he say?'
Okay, great. Tell chief we're on it.
Thanks.
- Who was that? - Uh, that was Jimmy.
Griffin's parole officer called this morning.
The only address he has on him is Griffin's father's toy store.
Toy store? I thought Griffin's father was a nuclear physicist.
Didn't Griffin follow in his footsteps?
'Apparently he retired and he's gone into the toy business.'
It's not far from here.
How'd you sleep?
I had really weird dreams.
- Oh, maybe it's the pizza. - 'I doubt it.'
I dreamed that I was a cocktail waitress
and Griffin was a bartender.
And all of a sudden, he's trying to shove me in the blender
and I'm screaming, "We don't serve blended drinks here."
Well, let's hope it was the pizza.
Hey, that's my breakfast!
I'll buy you a doughnut on the way to the toy store.
Do you mind if we stop by my apartment first so I can change?
Oh, no, of course not.
I know you senior journalists
have an image to uphold.
[sighs]
And this is my workshop.
[chuckles]
It's where I make everything.
Oh, oh, now, this-this is my favorite.
It's a phone.
Oh. It's, uh...interesting.
Well, when people return calls on this
they can say, "I'm colon you back."
You get it?
Uh, Mr. Griffin, we're here to talk to you about Kyle.
- We have reason to believe-- - Kyle's a good boy, Mr. Kent.
He just got caught up with the wrong crowd.
Now, here's something you're not gonna find anywhere else..
...'cause I make 'em.
See this? This is real red clay.
'It's hard to come by in these parts.'
I dig it up myself over near Lunar Industrial Park.
Mr. Griffin, when was the last time you heard from your son?
Look, I realize you probably
don't wanna talk to me about Kyle--
I have nothing to hide, Ms. Lane.
Oh, I haven't seen Kyle since..
...he got out of prison.
Now, here's something I just came up with.
If I were to tell you that I had titanium, cesium
a diamond, and a computer chip, what might I be making?
Well, any number of things.
Could a weapon be made from these items?
Yeah, it could.
'Course you'd be missing a power source.
Such as?
Well, if it were a nuclear type device
a piece of plutonium.
(Clark) 'The only plutonium in this city'
is at the toxic depository.
No, that's not entirely true, Mr. Kent.
There is another place.
'It's a heavy metals processing plant'
It's out on Highway Nine, I believe.
We'll split up. I'll take the processing plant.
Thanks. You-you've been a great help.
Oh, it's a pleasure.
[sighs]
[cell phone beeping]
You were right. They were just here.
In about 15 minutes, she's gonna walk right into your arms.
Perfect. Thank you.
How long is this going to take?
Well, the interior dimension of the plant is approximately
sixty five thousand square feet.
Now, with an accelerated dispersion flow
taking into account any leakage from vents..
Fifteen minutes.
[gas hissing]
(Kyle) 'Come on.'
[laughter]
Excuse me.
Uh, can-can you tell me where the plant manager is?
[laughing] The plant manager.
[laughter]
Hello, Lois.
Having a good time?
[laughs]
Well, that's just fine.
Thank you for saving the last laugh for me.
[laughing] Give me the box.
I'll give you the babe.
If you don't mind my saying so, I think you have great legs.
I think I read somewhere that intelligent men are leg men.
Only boobs are interested in..
Well, you know.
Anyway, I-I think you have very shapely legs.
They're like two perfectly formed...carrots.
Stop. You're embarrassing me.
[camera clicks]
The police found a canister of nitrous oxide
hooked to the air conditioning.
Came right through the vents.
But did they take anything?
Yeah, some of our plutonium.
I tried to stop them
but I was laughing too hard.
Do me a favor. Look like you did when you smelled the gas, huh?
Jimmy, can-can you take a picture of something else?
Oh, right.
Are you sure the two men took Ms. Lane with them?
Yeah. I'm sorry.
Uh, that gas stopped us from being much help.
That's okay. Thanks.
You're welcome.
What is it?
Looks like little bits of red clay.
How could you see that from all the way over there?
I have a really strong prescription.
Well, is it important?
I mean, anybody could've tracked that in here, right?
Not anybody.
They wear those so the traces of plutonium
don't get stuck to their shoes and get outside.
So?
So it had to come from the shoes of the men who broke in here.
Oh. Yeah, of course.
But where do you find red clay in Metropolis?
There. Oh, boy, what a great story this is going to be.
Too bad your paper won't be around to publish it.
What's the "Planet" got to do with this?
Well, my buyers want a demonstration
and so I was like, "Um, I better decimate a building for them."
And then I thought, "What better building to destroy
'than the paper that sent me to prison."'
'It'll be really nifty.'
See, the weapon fires this gas plasma beam
that vaporizes whatever it hits.
I don't think she believes you, Victor.
But maybe..
'...maybe she will..'
...if she sees it at work
up close and personal.
[machine whirring]
[Kyle laughing]
[zapping]
Cool, huh?
I helped Kyle design it.
No, no, no, now, Victor.
I don't think you got any future with her.
Kind of hard to have a meaningful relationship
with a dead woman.
[instrumental music]
Well, it's disappointing the people at the "Planet"
won't enjoy this prank as much as I will.
[zapping]
[screaming]
[sighs]
Nothing! All that power and nothing happened.
Just the first salvo, Victor.
Even steel melts if it gets hot enough.
No!
[Kyle laughing]
No!
Can I get you a pillow?
Ahh!
[grunting]
[coughing]
You're right, Victor.
I do have great legs.
Well, I guess you don't need me.
Not this time.
But don't leave town.
So, how does it feel to see your name in lights?
Oh, I-I wasn't reading that.
I was...thinking about my next story.
Hey, you two gotta hear this.
Jimmy's got a theory he's been working on.
Go ahead, son.
Uh, well, I've been thinking about what happened
'and-and I couldn't figure how the prankster knew'
'you were gonna be at the processing plant.'
And then it dawned on me.
His father was the only other person
'that knew you were gonna be there.'
So...he was probably in on it.
Nice work, Jimmy.
[laughs]
'I'm proud of you, son.'
I'm gonna even let you call the police. Come on.
Lois, these just came for you.
Oh.
Diane, what do yellow roses mean?
I don't know.
The only thing men ever give me
are directions to their house.
Yellow is for friendship.
Hmm.
"From a special friend."
A final sick joke from Kyle Griffin.
Uh, no, wait.
'Lois, wait. No! No!'
Ahh..
'Uh..'
Those roses cost me 50 bucks.
Oh.
I'm sorry.
[theme music]
[music continues]