Alright, if, uh
you'll just sign this right here
where it says Raul Borges.
Mm-hm.
You know, I'm sorry I was so late.
I, uh, I guess you know how it is working two jobs, right?
You're always later than you thought on the first one
so you have to scramble on the second one.
I-I wouldn't be doing it if I, uh, didn't need the money
but got to do what you got to do, right?
Is there something else?
Uh, no. No.
I...guess not.
I'll see ya.
Borges.
(male #1) 'Good. When can I expect delivery?'
'1 PM.'
No, that's fine.
Listen, I've decided to take Route 128 to 15.
No, don't worry.
I stand to make a lot of money on this delivery.
Yes. No, no one's going to know.
- 'Mm-hm.' - Except for us.
And now we have all we need to know.
'Alright, amigo. Adios.'
- What was that? - A short?
Adios yourself, Mr. Borges.
I think what we should do is, pick a date and just do it.
Okay, fine. How about Thursday?
Um, Thursday's no good.
I have my National Organization of Women Journalists meeting.
- Hmm. - How about Wednesday?
Perry wants us to cover that Society
for Micro-entomologists Convention?
- The bug people, remember? - Oh, mercifully, I forgot.
- How about tonight? - Hm..
I have my brown belt exam for Taekwondo.
Uh, am I sensing a problem?
No, nothing Jimmy Carter couldn't negotiate.
Good, because I wanted to tell you--
(Perry) 'Lois! Clark!'
You two better be gone by the time I get out there.
Perry's looking for you.
Now, who ate my last cinnamon donut?
I think it was Karl, in Travel.
Oh, how convenient.
Karl just left for Bolivia!
- James Bartholomew Olsen. - Yeah.
You're under arrest for murder.
What?
At 11:25, Jimmy was let into the house
to deliver a Desk Friend to Mr. Borges.
Fifteen minutes later, the housekeeper found Borges dead.
Jimmy was the last one to see him alive.
Well, that's not proof of anything.
This morning, bail was set at $150,000.
Jimmy doesn't have that kind of money
'even if he only needs 10% to make bail.'
- Chief-- - Lois, just hold your horses.
I'm already across that stream.
'I sent a personal check down'
by messenger to Scooter Haines.
The bail bondsman?
Well, he prefers to be called
a freedom facilitator.
He'll have Jimmy outta there before you can say false arrest.
I don't mean to be rude, but I've got to run.
I've got another case I'm working on.
Just let Jimmy know he's still a suspect.
Clark, I was wondering if you're free tonight
I have some tickets to a play.
Um..
...well, that's, uh..
Such an unfortunate case of bad timing.
Clark's busy tonight. He and I have plans.
Mm.
Mm, maybe some other time, then.
Plans? We have plans?
(Perry) Uh, Clark, Lois..
I didn't want to say anything in front of Mayson
but how long has Jimmy been working two jobs?
Uh, just the last couple of weeks, Chief.
He's trying to make some extra money
to buy some furniture for his apartment.
I promise you we will work non-stop
until Jimmy's name is cleared a 100%.
Good. I got 15,000 bucks on the line.
Well, uh, not that I'm worried about the money.
I'm worried about the kid, I mean, uh
that boy's kinda become like a son to me
but, well, don't tell him I said that.
Why wouldn't the chief want us to tell Jimmy that he said that?
It's one of those father-son things.
- Oh, really? - Sure, it's classic.
Men are uncomfortable expressing
their emotions directly.
It's just like the father-daughter thing
only when you do finally talk
you use more sports metaphors.
Ha! That is ridiculous.
(Perry) 'Clark!'
If Jimmy calls, tell him I know it feels like
the bottom of the ninth with two outs
and two strikes against him but that The Planet
is gonna mount a full-court press.
And we won't stop until it's game, set, match, Olsen.
I rest my case.
So the first thing we should do is dig up everything we can
on Borges.
Right. I hate to say this, but unfortunately
I think we're gonna have to postpone our date.
Hey! Don't do that on my account.
- Jimmy! - How are you doing?
I'm fine, guys.
I just came back to pick up my car
so I can go home and change.
Guys, listen.
I do not want you guys cancelling your date
because of this little murder thing, alright?
I don't want that hanging on my head.
Okay, looks like the ball's in your court
unless, of course, you're going to punt.
Help!
I can't stop it!
'Help! I can't stop! Help!'
Uh, Lois, want a Cafe Mocha?
Good. I'll be right back.
Help!
Come on!
Help!
Superman! Superman, I can't stop.
Well, Jimmy, did you ever think of trying this?
See? Simple.
(male announcer) 'Is your desk a mess?'
'Are you unable to find what you want?
'Do things pile up and get lost?'
'Well, then, Desk Friend is the answer for you!'
'It's a revolutionary way to organize your desk'
'and make your life easier, with AM/FM radio'
'pencil sharpener, stapler, analog clock, lamp, scissors'
'and genuine Desk Friend coffee!'
But wait! With each new Desk Friend you order
I will throw in, absolutely free, Bath Friend!
100% waterproof, Bath Friend has a built-in radio, cellular phone
'water-temperature gauge'
'shampoo and conditioner dispensers'
'fog free mirror, and more.'
So Desk Friend, Bath Friend yours for only $59.99
and only at Lucky Leon's, your low price friend.
'Order now and receive as a bonus'
'a waterproof Bath Friend swimsuit calendar.'
Here you go. Cafe Mocha.
Amazing.
And I'm sure she's really unfamiliar
with the word "Silicone."
I'm not talk.. I'm talking about the guy
who thinks of these things.
Is it Lucky Leon?
I mean, they're actually pretty clever.
Well, when he invents a Research Friend, let me know.
Nothing?
(automated message) 'Eighth hole, 373 yards'
'little dogleg to the left.'
'Trees left and right. There's a slight breeze at your back.'
[door knocking] Come in.
(automated message) 'Hook. You're into the woods.'
'Next time, try not to roll your right shoulder so much.'
Ah! Did they have relaxed fit and boot cut?
Half a dozen each.
Excellent!
Uh, how long did you have to stand in line?
Four minutes.
Man, oh, man. I love the US!
What about our little friend Jimmy?
Superman got to him before he could crash.
- 'Slice.' - Too bad.
Anguished over his feelings of guilt
it would have been very tidy of him
to commit suicide, huh?
I agree.
Maybe it's time to send Lois Lane the message.
(Gregor) 'I've already sent it, it's on her email.'
- Good. - 'Now try once again.'
- Ho! - 'No, Leon. Fore!'
'Leon, you are now six strokes behind.'
Maybe I should get a more friendly voice
for this thing, huh?
(Clark) 'Lucky Leon. Secret shipment?'
Well, that's weird.
There's no sender's address
on the email.
Well, if you were trying to remain anonymous
would you tell somebody where you lived?
Alright.
This tip about Lucky Leon is either a wild-goose chase--
Or it's the real McCoy. I vote goose chase.
Fifty bucks says we never make it to that date tonight.
Something will come up.
Hm! Like candy from a baby.
Oh! You guys are not going to believe what just happened.
Just the guy we were looking for.
So, Jimmy, how long will it take you to talk
to your friend Gregor in Shipping?
Ten, fifteen minutes.
Fine, but just remember to be discreet.
If Lucky Leon was involved in Borges' death
somebody around here may have helped him.
It's not a problem. Gregor's my man.
It'll be a slam dunk.
- That's basketball, right? - Come on, Lois.
Mr. Leon? Uh, we're sorry.
'There was no secretary outside.'
Please, please, come in. Come in.
Hello, I'm Lois Lane, and this is Clark Kent.
- We're from-- - The Daily Planet.
Yes, I recognize the names.
Would you like an orange? Only 69 cents a pound.
Take as many as you want.
When I was born in Ukraine, I saw them only on holidays
and then I had to share with sister.
Well, we were wondering if we could ask you some questions
about one of your customers.. Raul Borges?
Uh, would you like a banana?
Can you believe I was 25 years old
when I tasted my first one?
- Now I'm an addict. - Mr. Leon--
Oh, please, please, please, sit down, sit down, sit down.
I apologize, but this is truly the land of plenty.
Five years ago, I started with one run-down factory.
Now, I have state-of-the-art
fully computerized manufacturing facility
10 times as large!
But, uh, Mr. Borges? I do not know him.
Fortunately, we have a lot of customers.
- Well, this one's dead. - Oh.
The police think he may have been murdered
by an employee of yours, Jimmy Olsen.
- Have they caught him? - Yes, but he's out on bail now.
[chuckles] That is what I love about this country, huh.
Innocent till proven guilty!
Back where I come from, it's boom, boom, shoot first
then, uh, search for evidence later, huh.
We were wondering if Mr. Borges
recently ordered a large shipment
of, uh, Desk Friend products.
Quite frankly, I do not know, but I can check for you.
Wait here just a minute, okay?
Oh, and try the kiwi fruit.
Delicious.
Clark, did you see how guilty he looked when we came in?
Lois!
The email said "Secret shipment."
Look at this. I bet this is it.
This is when it's gonna arrive.
It could be coke or heroin.
Or pencil sharpeners.
Why would he put it in his pocket?
- So we couldn't see it! - Lois, you know what?
- That doesn't mean anything. - Miss Lane!
I see that neither you nor Mr. Kent
have ever ordered any one of my products.
That's true, but, uh, I've been meaning to.
Um, this golf friend, is this new?
Yes. It's my latest. Go ahead. Take a swing.
I know it seems incredibly tacky, but it works.
And you design these all yourself?
Every last one of them. I love it.
But as to your Mr. Borges, um, he ordered one Desk Friend
for $39.95 8 days ago.
Not the top of the line, but our best seller.
'And he hasn't bought from us before.'
[golf friend] Whoa! Who let Greg Norman in here?'
You can keep this if you want.
Oh, thank you very much. I appreciate your time very much.
- Thank you. - Not a problem!
If you have any more questions
please feel free to call, okay?
- We will. - Bye-bye.
Bye bye.
Americans...so predictable.
- Progress report. - Lane and Kent just left.
So far, they've done just as I've predicted.
It's all going to work out.
- Trust me. - We trust no one.
You want me to pull the plug? Not a problem.
Then you won't get the shipment and you can forget
about holding the world hostage.
No one backs out of an intergang deal.
Then leave me alone! Got it?
We don't even have details on how you're going to do it.
Simple. I'm going to get Lois Lane to trick Superman
into stealing the shipment for us.
Alright, I played a hunch, and I was wrong.
There were no smugglers on Route 128 today. I'm sorry.
Lois, playing a hunch for an hour is one thing
but for four hours?
And that endless driving back and forth
and back and forth..
And that salsa music.
It was the only station we could get, okay?
Jimmy, come here.
Where have you been? I've been calling you all day.
For a minute there, I thought you'd gone out of state
to, uh, well, check out Graceland or something.
Ha-ha! Don't worry, chief. Your 15,000 is safe.
Oh, hell's bells, I'm not worried about the money
and you shouldn't worry about it, either.
I've already spoken to the head legal counsel
and The Planet is gonna pick up all your legal bills
should you have any, which I'm sure you won't.
But, uh, well, why don't we go in my office?
We'll give this guy a jingle, and you two can get acquainted.
- Sound good? - Sounds good.
Alright. Come on.
Oh, I'd give anything to know what they're saying.
It's been half an hour since that lawyer left.
No, no, no. He was the king.
"No, no, no. He was the king."
So the cape with the white jumpsuit--
(Clark) 'So the cape with the white jumpsuit'
was kind of a royal outfit.
- Get out. - I'm serious.
You can read lips from here?
I thought I was good.
What else can you do that I don't know about?
Oh, I can order dinner in 347 languages.
See? That's the problem right there.
What, did I just miss a turn someplace?
Men cannot be direct with their feelings.
'Perry is worried about Jimmy'
'but he's talking to him about Elvis.'
And you were trying to remind me
that you have not forgotten about our date tonight
but instead, you joke about ordering dinner.
Why can't you just say what you feel?
Unless you have something to hide.
I guess people sometimes say things
because they're afraid of being direct.
Why? What's the worst that could happen?
I don't know, the other person might not like what they hear
or one person may not meet the other's expectations.
Ha! There's another landmine.
People shouldn't have to live up to other's expectations.
Oh, come on. We do it all the time.
For example?
For example, you are not going to wear that
to dinner tonight, are you?
You're gonna go home and change
because we both have expectations
about how each other is going to look.
You'll be wearing something elegant
not too dark...a charcoal suit.
And I'll be dressed in deep--
- Violet. - Burgundy.
- Burgundy? - Or violet.
That's what you've always dreamed
of seeing me in burgundy?
I don't have much in burgundy.
Um, maybe if I hurry
I can make it to Neiman's before they close.
- Lois, you don't have to. - No, no, wait!
What time are you picking me up, 8:00?
Uh, make it 8:15. Oh, no, forget it.
That's a bad way to start a date, being late.
7:45. No, 8:00.
I don't want you to think I'm flaky
changing my mind all the time.
Uh, you have to press the button.
What?
Oh! See you tonight.
You were serious about the burgundy?
Did I buy this?
Ohh...oh.
Smokin'!
(Lois) 'I still got 30 seconds!'
Eight o'clock, on the dot.
- Would you like more time? - Do I need it?
No, absolutely not. You look, you look great.
I know you said burgundy, but I thought, uh
"Why be a slave to expectations?"
That's a charcoal suit, isn't it?
Uh, you know, I could change.
Um, I got a lot of really cute things in burgundy
and I'll be ready before--
Lois, no.
Uh, I like what you're wearing.
You look, you look fantastic.
- Really? - Let's just go.
Okay, uh, let me just get my purse.
Then when I was a senior in high school
I had a huge fight with my dad, and I moved out.
- You never told me that. - In vino veritas.
Anyway, he was always disappointed
that he never had any sons.
Mm. So you went out and became a world-famous reporter
just to prove him wrong?
Maybe.
Are you going to finish that?
So why don't you quit?
I mean, now you can do anything that you want.
I guess I found out I like it.
Did they give you two forks with that?
I'm sorry.
Here you go.
Mm. Mm. I hate myself.
Are you ready for another round?
No. I need a moment to recover.
So what about you?
No, I'm fine. It's all yours.
No. I mean you and your parents.
Did you ever have any big fights with them?
Mmm, little ones. Nothing really big.
I guess you could say I was your basic goody two shoes.
The perfect son.
You know, it's not easy being perfect.
Actually, Jimmy still thinks that I should wear an earring.
Clark Kent, the rebel without a flaw.
You know, when you think about it
the only time people ever really seem to express themselves
is when they're passionate
and that polite veneer of society drops off
you know, like when they're fighting.
Or make love.
Oh, my gosh.
Oh, it's almost midnight.
We better go.
Yeah.
- Well.. - Yeah.
Okay, look, um..
...Clark, I had a really nice time.
So did I.
No, I mean I had a really nice time.
Probably one of the best times I've ever had.
Uh, it wasn't the funniest or the wildest--
Uh, don't knock yourself out, Lois.
It just...seemed to...work.
It was really nice.
That's why I can never see you again.
Lois?
- I need a new partner. - I knew it!
One bad date there goes my whole news room.
Why don't you just shoot me now, Send me up to Elvis?
-Perry. - No, no, no, no, Lois.
Don't say it.
You know, I have stood on the sidelines
hoping against hope that mother nature
will smile on you two that the bluebird of happiness
would come down light on your shoulder
that four-leaf clovers would sprout up
wherever you walked and all the time
'my gut is singing a different aria.'
Oh, Lois, anybody with half a hemisphere
can see that you two are gasoline and fire.
TNT and matches, two trains headed towards--
Perry! Thank you.
The problem is, we didn't have a bad date.
- Oh. - It was a really great date.
And-and now I'm, I'm completely panicked
and I have no idea what to do next.
Oh. Oh, darlin', uh..
Well, come here, honey. Uh...um..
I..
Lois, uh, that came for you
while you were in there with Perry.
Oh, thanks.
'"Thought I'd save you the trouble of ordering."'
"Enjoy. Lucky Leon."
Lois, about last night..
These things are kind of attractive
in a hideous sort of way.
I'm a bit confused.
Oh, look. Yours has a stapler and a radio.
Pencil sharpener. That's pretty convenient.
Did I do something to offend you? 'Cause If I did--
Oh, my goodness. Imitation wood paneling.
'Must be the Deluxe model.'
Lois, no one's asking you for a lifetime commitment
or anything like that, so there's no pressure.
Oh, look. Batteries are included.
Here. You want to trade?
No. No, no, no. No, no, I love mine.
Please, beleive me, I've been looking
for something like this for a long time--
Clark, I don't..
- Oh, Clark, about last night.. - Yeah?
Well, I just want to say that--
Stop the presses!
I've always wanted to say that in a newsroom.
Nobody ever says that, you know.
That's just on television.
Well, sure, but it still felt good.
So what's the deal with Jimmy?
Well, the judge wants to revoke bail and bring him in.
He thinks he's a flight risk, after his car escapade.
That was an accident.
I got him 24 hours more, but that's it.
'Meanwhile, I've been doing some digging.'
I called a friend of mine in DC,
he's gonna phone me back as soon as he finishes
his background check on Borges and Lucky Leon.
And you came all the way down here to tell us that in person?
Actually, I, uh, came to ask Clark to lunch.
One of my New Year's resolutions is to be more decisive.
Plus, it's much harder to reject somebody in person.
- That's nice, Mayson, but-- - Go. I'll hold down the fort.
- Lois.. - No! It's okay.
If anything breaks, I'll call you. Have a good time.
Okay, I told my office that I'd either be here
or Mars Cafe. So, if they call, will you--
Absolutely.
Oh, oh, oh, by the way
Borges was poisoned.
Somebody killed him with synthetic curare.
What?
Clark Kent's desk.
- 'Who?' - Lois Lane.
No, I'm sorry. Miss Drake just left.
Uh, can you hold on a minute?
- Who is that? - Some guy from Washington.
Tell him that you just found Mayson.
She'll be with him in a second.
Line two is for you.
Okay, uh, you know what? I, uh, I just found her.
Yeah. Here you go.
Hi. Excuse me.
I'm having some sort of weird allergy attack.
My voice sounds like a bullfrog.
'So, uh, what did you find out?'
(Jimmy) 'Really? No way!'
That's incredible.
(Lois) 'Oh, well, thanks.'
Yes, your voice sounds very sexy, too.
(Jimmy) 'Thanks man, I owe you.'
Lois, that was Gregor.
He said he just overheard Lucky Leon saying
there's a big shipment coming in today
only there's nothing officially scheduled.
- Bingo. - What did the guy from DC say?
Surprise, surprise.
Raul Borges used to be a drug smuggler.
He got caught and was given a choice.
Either go to jail, or start working for the CIA.
Ooh, I hate career decisions.
He's an expert in the clandestine shipment
of men and materiel.
He's been working for the CIA for over three years.
- And Lucky Leon? - Real name Vasili Savchenko.
Former chief of Technical Department
Executive Action Section, KGB.
Like "Q" from the James Bond movies.
Exactly, everything from toy planes
that are really remote-controlled bombs
to poison-tipped umbrellas.
Umbrellas, I might add that are tipped
in the same poison that killed Borges.
Lois, I went to check on my car
see why it acted so crazy.
I found this attached to my carburetor.
Some kind of remote-control thing
which means that my accident was no accident.
It was Lucky Leon.
It's 12:30. We've got a date on Route 128.
'If we're right, we're gonna get Lucky Leon.'
- You want me to call Clark? - Why?
So, he can tease me about being on a wild-goose chase again?
I don't think so. Besides, he's already got a date.
Alright.
Somebody in Washington knows a lot about us, huh?
No matter, in 45 minutes, she will lead Superman
right into our plan.
You better get moving.
(male #2) 'Watch your step.'
Remember, we stop for nothing and no one.
We use extreme force, if necessary.
Let's roll.
- Sir. - 'Move out!'
(Lois) 'Jimmy, do you see anything? Keep your eyes peeled.'
'Oh, I'm gonna be sick.'
Come on. Come on.
(Jimmy) 'Oh..'
'Hey, what's that up ahead?'
'What's this?'
What happened?
I can't tell you, ma'am, but by any chance
do you have a phone?
Yeah, sure, it's in the car.
I'll get it.
- Lois Lane? - Yes?
I'm Colonel McNeil.
Is there any way you can get in touch with Superman?
You mean, can I call him? No.
Damn! We're in the middle of a national emergency.
'Some terrorists have just hijacked'
a van load of nuclear warheads.
- Nuclear warheads? - Here you go.
See, if you can get in touch with the base.
They weren't ours.
They'd just arrived from one of the former Soviet Republics.
'They were being brought here to be dismantled'
and to keep them from being sold to terrorists.
- Don't you have a radio? - Smashed. Shot to pieces.
You know, I could try and reach my partner Clark Kent.
Maybe he could get a hold of Superman.
Here.
You tell Kent to tell Superman
that the terrorists are headed north on Route 128.
They're dressed like American soldiers
and they're driving a van that's just like ours
that says "Moby Rick's Fresh Seafood."
Come on, Capps.
'Alright, men, secure the area.'
Holy mackerel.
(Mayson) 'Clark..'
Yes?
This isn't easy, but I'm sure it's obvious
by the way I've been throwing myself at you
that I have feelings for you.
This is when you're supposed to say
"I have feelings for you, too, Mayson."
Well...I do.
That was enthusiastic.
Mayson, I care about you
and I think about you a lot.
Then what's the problem?
- How do I say this? - Just tell me.
Look, Clark, I'm a lawyer.
I know you're hiding something
something that's keeping us apart.
What is it?
I can handle it.
Mayson, it's not that easy.
If it's Lois, just say it.
I care for you
and...I care for Lois.
Clark, I--
I'm-I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Clark Kent.
What?
Lois, are you sure?
Okay, I'll try to contact Superman as soon as I can.
I'm really sorry, Mayson. I have to go.
I'm-I'm really sorry.
I love you.
(male #3) 'Move it! Move it!'
Superman, what are you doing here?
I'm about to return some stolen property.
I don't know what you're talking about, but please step aside.
I'm afraid I can't do that.
Superman, please step aside.
- Ready your arms. - Guys, let's get serious.
It's me, Superman.
You have exactly two choices.
'The hard way or my way.'
What will it be?
(male #4) 'Captain.'
I mean, it's the biggest story of the year
and some by-the-book colonel wants me to sit on it
because of some stupid little detail like national security!
You step out on the field, Lois, you're gonna get hit.
You know, now I know what you boys were doing in sixth grade
when the girls had to go to the auditorium
for the hygiene lecture.
You were learning sports metaphors.
Lois, hush!
At least we know the army caught the terrorists
and got the warheads back
which means we've got Lucky Leon
and you are as good as cleared.
(General Jason) 'I will read a brief statement.'
At 1:17 this afternoon, a secret shipment
of nuclear warheads destined for dismantling
was hijacked by Superman and turned over to terrorists
masquerading as US soldiers.
No!
'By command of the President'
and executive action order number 3708
the combined forces of the United States
are ordered to and will be solely dedicated
to ending this threat and bringing Superman to justice.
Oh, boy, I just never thought I'd see the day
when Superman would turn to crime.
I've said all along he was a menace, now he's proved it.
He's been tricked, chief. I'm positive.
Superman would never help terrorists.
Yeah, well, why isn't he out there trying to make good?
Because he's a criminal, that's why.
You know, I just remembered something really important
that I have to do. Excuse me.
Uh, more important than a bunch of terrorists
blowing us all from here to Elvis and back?
Now you get your butt over there in that chair and start typing.
And you too, I want everything you got on this mess..
...and I want it in half an hour.
Right, chief.
Clark, um, I guess I picked a bad time
to finish our conversation
but you still owe me for lunch.
- Oh. - Mm.
And, Lois, thanks for taking that message for me.
You know, the big news is gonna be
who finds those nuclear warheads.
Believe me, I'd love to solve this
but even Superman wouldn't know where to look.
Well, all we need is Lucky Leon's forwarding address
and we could go right to him.
What about the reverse?
I mean, what if he went to an old address?
Somewhere you'd never think to look for him
like, um
like the old factory where he started?
It's a stupid idea, isn't it?
Well, on behalf of intergang, congratulations. You did it.
Thank you. Would you like some grapes?
At $1.19 a pound they're almost
as big a steal as these warheads, huh?
Thank you. I think not.
Go on! They're seedless.
- Do you have the 900 million? - Certainly I do.
'I would like to examine the merchandise first.'
(Lucky Leon) 'Absolutely.'
- Okay, we've seen enough. - Well, it's just getting good.
- We can't go now. - Famous last words.
When people say that, it usually never comes true
but today is your lucky day.
Oh, what about them?
Either we leave them here to starve, or we shoot them.
Clark!
Lois, I know this isn't the best time
but I've always wanted to tell you something.
I like you, too, Clark.
I'm sorry about what I did on our date.
What did you do?
- I-I'll tell you later. - 'Alright, be carefull.'
(male #5) 'Easy.'
[whizzing] It's heating up!
[beeping] Come on, let's get outta here.
Get the truck!
'The truck! The truck! Wait!'
Run to the Jeep.
Clark?
Piece of cake.
- Uh-oh. - 'Uh-oh?'
- Lois, what are you doing here? - I can't find Clark.
- You have to get out, now! - Can't you stop it?
I tried to, but it has a lead-shielded backup timer.
I can't read it, so I can't stop it.
Twelve seconds.
Looks like it's time for a field goal.
It's up! It's good!
Excuse me for a second, Lois. I'll be right back.
Clark? Jimmy?
Superman, surely we can make a deal.
Yes, yes! A deal!
'I have company condos in Aspen and Miami.'
'You can use them anytime you want'
including holidays, plus the 900 million.
- What do you say, Lois? - I say nyet.
You heard the lady.
And then Jimmy came back.
And we loaded 'em in the jeep,
and drove them to the police.
We found CK about
a half mile down the road.
I guess I got a little lost in the dark.
So everybody else has been rounded up.
And plus, the Pentagon has cleared Superman of wrongdoing.
Ah! I'd give my eyeteeth to know how Superman was duped.
Wouldn't we all?
Anyway, if it hadn't been for Jimmy here
we never would have thought of that old factory.
That was inspired of you, Jimmy.
I'm proud of you.
Thanks, Chief, and, um
thanks, you guys, for clearing my name.
No problemo.
Now, Jimmy, remember when I was talking about Elvis' cape?
Well, I forgot to mention that a lot of people
think Superman got his idea for his cape from Elvis.
See? Men can be direct.
And sometimes you hit a hole in one.
I thought you hated sports metaphors.
Not all the time.
(Perry) 'Hey, you two, why don't you get out of here?'
Jimmy and I will put the paper to bed.
Thanks, Chief, we promised Mayson Drake
we'd stop by her office and give her our statements
as soon as we could. We're already late.
Alright. Beat it, then.
[sighs] The one thing I can't understand is how Lucky Leon
was able to kill Borges
or even how he knew the clues he was feeding us were working.
Here, I want you to have this back.
No, wait, we made a fair trade.
- No, Clark-- - No, really, I--
- I.. Really, I.. - No, no, no.
Huh, a digital satellite uplink
and a remote controlled little camera.
Let's just say it's a good thing
that you didn't keep the Bath Friend.
Lois, I don't really know exactly how to say this but
why did you come back to me, tonight in the factory?
I mean, you were running back into an atomic explosion.
I know.
It doesn't make too much sense, does it?
Guess I just couldn't leave you there.
You slammed the door in my face last night.
That was...a mistake.
Don't let it happen again.
I guess we'll, um, just have
to see how things go, won't we?
Fortunately, there's no doors here tonight.
Fortunately.
Yeah, if Clark and Lois show up
tell them I got tired of waiting.
They're not the only case I'm working on.
Mayson! No!
Mayson!
Mayson.
Clark?
So, that's what you've been hiding.
Resurrection.
Oh, my God.