Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman s03e13 Episode Script
The Dad Who Came in from the Cold
You won't believe what I got in the mail today.
A flyer from the Winky-Tink Preschool.
See, this store where I registered for wedding gifts sold my name and now I'm getting bombarded with junk mail.
Don't wear yourself out.
Preschool? We don't even get married for three more weeks.
Well, Winky-Tink says now's the time.
They've got a five-year waiting list and they require a $200 deposit.
-Do they also require a child? -Nope, just money.
You know.
You know that's something we haven't talked much about.
-Money? -No.
Children.
You think we'll make good parents? Yeah, I guess so.
When the time comes.
I mean, you will be for sure, and I'll probably catch on.
Oh, my God.
What--? Was anybody hurt? It's Bud Collins.
Oh, Bud.
No.
I think it was a car bomb.
I smelled C-4.
Lois.
It-- It's all there.
-Encrypted on the hard drive.
-Bud, don't try to talk now.
You were right about Trevanian.
He and the N.
I.
A.
-Saturday, noon.
-Saturday? Superman.
Did anybody tell you you look just like Clark Kent? Only without the glasses.
Okay, let's hold it right there.
New in town? Did he tell you anything or give you anything before he died? No.
He blew up.
He flew down.
And he was dead.
Now, who are you? My name's Tart.
Sweet T art? National lntelligence Agency.
Mr.
Collins was a colleague.
He had a laptop computer with him when he left the N.
I.
A.
office.
What can I tell you? It must've burned in the car.
Liar.
I'll be in touch.
Oh, boy.
What have we got? You' re gonna make me miss my-- Train.
Oh, well.
Now, that's using your head.
Sweet? You're a bit far from home, aren't you? Change in plans.
I almost had you.
Trevanian needs you.
Something delicate.
-Swill.
-Swill.
No, that's all right, I'm sure it's swill.
You're convinced they have the computer? Well, Collins was in possession before he died on Lane's doorstep.
I can only assume that she's got it.
Of course if Superman hadn't been there, we wouldn't be having this conversation.
What's Lois Lane's connection to Collins? Well, she and Clark Kent are writing a series of articles claiming corruption in the N.
I.
A.
-All lies of course.
-Well, of course.
We believe Collins was their inside source.
But the damage goes deeper than that.
Once they realized the information Collins had access to temptation got the better of them.
They've been peddling N.
I.
A.
secrets to the highest bidder.
These respected journalists? Yes, these respected journalists.
-So who killed Collins? -That's on a need-to-know.
You don't.
You want me to get the computer back? Yes, this Saturday, noon, Metropolis time.
Or our national security will be hit with an unparalleled disaster.
You'll get it.
My ride.
Right on time.
Buckle up, darling.
Trevanian's head of covert operations for the N.
I.
A.
We think he could be dangerous.
Willing to use the agency for his own purposes.
The N.
I.
A.
has gotten so powerful.
They have a blank check to pull off any kind of espionage they want.
It's not a good time to have a loose cannon on board.
But you have no hard proof.
Not unless this is it.
Collins mentioned "Saturday, noon.
" -Something big might be happening.
-That only gives you a couple of days.
Whatever's in here is locked in the computer's memory.
It's in code to boot.
Well, they have a couple of those data recovery outfits here in town-- Chief, this material's way too sensitive.
We need somebody we can trust.
-Somebody who knows RAM chips from-- -Strudel? Ask and ye shall receive.
Lois.
I've lost that little response card, but I'll definitely be at the wedding.
I can't believe in three weeks you guys are-- -What? -Jimmy? Shut the door.
Good morning.
Okay.
Well, I'll let you guys know what I dig up as soon as I can.
-What are you doing here? -Hello, son.
-How you doing? -I'm fine.
Thanks.
-It's-- It's been-- -A couple of years, I know.
-Four.
-Four? Before that, five.
Yeah.
But who's counting? Yeah.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Everybody, this is-- This is my dad.
Jack Olsen.
Perry White.
-Pleasure to meet you.
-Lois Lane, Clark Kent.
My friends, my bosses.
Very nice to meet you, Miss Lane.
Mr.
Kent, I've read your work.
Well, this is where I work.
-Let me show you around.
-Great.
So that's the prodigal father.
Jimmy said his parents split up fifteen years ago.
I guess it was his father's career that did it.
What kind of man puts his job before his family? -Did you get the post cards I sent you? -Y eah.
Christmas gifts? Yeah.
Listen.
Dad do you think it'd be possible for you to stay in town for a little while? Jimmy.
-You know how it is.
-Yeah, I know.
-Sold my soul.
I gotta do the time.
-Right.
But we can have a great couple of days together, okay? -Okay.
-You free for dinner? Yeah.
Yeah.
I-- I just got this assignment.
Well, the assignment can take a dinner break.
-I'm sorry.
I just-- I couldn't help it.
-Oh, no, no.
That's all right.
Say, why don't you two join us for dinner? Well, we're working.
And I'm sure you guys have a lot of catching up.
You gotta eat.
I don't get much of a chance to meet Jimmy's friends.
What do you say, Jimmy? Sure.
I guess it'd be bad form to skip dinner and just do this for a couple of hours.
Probably.
I thought Perry was gonna rip Jack Olsen's head off today.
Well, he's probably just a little sensitive because of his own situation.
Yeah.
Perry's job busted up his family too.
Are you obsessing? Usually when I kiss you, you're a little more focused.
Sorry.
It's just all this talk about having kids.
All what talk? I got one stupid brochure from the Winky-Tink School.
Okay.
I'll tell you what.
If I make it through the next two days alive, we'll have a nice long talk.
-It's just-- It's a big decision, that's all.
-I know.
It's not like getting a dog.
-I haven't got much time.
-Saturday, noon.
Tonight in 10 minutes.
I'm meeting them for dinner.
Then you'll want this.
Wear it on the inside of the wrist and aim this button at whoever's answering your questions.
If the crystal glows blue, they're telling the truth.
If it's red, they're lying.
Why, thank you.
Trevanian thinks you've gotten soft.
For God's sake, I'm using my own son to get to Lane and Kent.
How soft is that? And if he's involved? He's not.
He's an office boy.
What if he's more? What if it gets sticky? -Just asking.
-Let's finish the job and get out of here.
I'm here to help, Jack.
You certainly are, Miss Tart.
If Jack should hesitate to do his duty you'll do it for him.
Jimmy tells us you're a structural engineer.
Demolition's my specialty.
My dad's blown up some of the biggest stuff in the world.
Well.
I've been following your articles on corruption in the N.
I.
A.
Dynamite stuff.
Well, we just write about exciting lives.
You actually get to live one.
Jimmy tell us your business takes you all over.
I'd say.
The last time I saw my dad was at the Metropolis Airport when he was changing planes between Shanghai and Dallas.
I come to town, bridges collapse.
You guys show up, government agencies crumble.
Not legitimate ones, anyway.
You're giving us far too much credit.
When we worked on the N.
I.
A.
stuff Jimmy did all the computer work for the statistics.
-Way to go, Jimbo.
-Thanks.
Your work seems so incredibly in-depth.
But I guess you must have your snitches, inside contacts.
Not really.
Just good old-fashioned legwork mostly.
Jimmy tell you he's been studying photography? Well, he always had an eye.
You telling me you could get that information without looking at the N.
I.
A.
files? That's right.
They'd be impossible to get.
Tell your dad about that story you wrote last month.
Jimmy, be sure to clip that out and send it to me, okay? I guess the files wouldn't do you any good anyway.
Don't they write them in some kind of a code or something? We really wouldn't know.
Demolition, huh? That must be a real tough job.
No tougher than having a family, right, Dad? Well, Jim.
Touche.
Jimmy, how well do you know Lois and Clark? How well do I know Lois and Clark? Better than anybody.
-I suppose that means you trust them.
-More than anybody.
And if I were to suggest you avoid them? I'd suggest you don't.
My work depends on a lot of government contracts.
I've developed a lot of friendships in government circles.
Lois and Clark are very unpopular with these people.
Of course they're unpopular.
They're whistle blowers, they're honest.
-What if they're more than reporters? -Like what, spies? -You're kidding, right? -Yeah.
I just worry about you and I can't always be here to protect you.
"Always"? How about ever? Listen these N.
I.
A.
guys your friends are after are very serious characters.
When they decide someone's trouble that person and his family, friends, household pets, they all get burned.
Do you understand? In case you need me.
-Your business card? -A number where I can be reached.
In a funny way I kind of like the fact that you worry about me.
It almost feels like you love me.
The way I love you.
Good night, Dad.
Good night.
-You picked the lock.
-Well, I knocked first.
Daiquiri, Miss Tart, or your usual julep? Martini, thank you.
This setup's very thorough.
Well, Jack was always a good soldier.
Completely unprincipled.
Not unlike yourself.
However, lately I have noticed a certain dissatisfaction on his part.
It's a pity.
Olsen civil engineering.
Okay, Jimmy's dad Iet's find out who you really are.
Kent's at his computer.
They suspect Jack.
How clever.
You don't want Jack to know.
Not just yet.
Picture this headline: "Tenacious Reporters Uncloak -Rogue Spy Too Late.
" -Too late? To stop him from bringing this country's entire security apparatus crashing down.
Saturday, noon.
If we get that damn computer.
-Olive or onion? -And Jack will be blamed for this? Certainly.
Along with the murders of Lane and Kent.
I'll explain it all as the new head of the N.
I.
A.
Sadly you will have shot poor Jack.
-One question.
-Yes? Do I get a raise? Jimmy, I hate to bug you.
We're short on time.
I'm going as fast as I can.
My algorithm sucks.
Yeah, I hate a bad algorithm.
My software's not exactly designed for this.
-How can I help? -Go away? Sorry.
What you doing? Annoying Jimmy.
You? Checking up on Jimmy's father.
Lois, I x-rayed that guy at dinner.
He had more hardware on him than the household section at Kmart.
-What? -Guns, knives.
He was a one-man army.
I scanned his wallet.
And I ran his lDs through the computer at super speed.
And they basically lead to a guy who does not exist.
Well, that doesn't necessarily mean anything.
Other than the fact he's a complete fake.
There could be a lot of explanations.
He's heir to a small European monarchy and wants to live a simple life out of the spotlight.
Okay, I'm reaching.
But it doesn't necessarily mean he's a criminal.
And talk about cynical.
Wait a minute.
You are Lois Lane.
Incisive, tenacious newswoman.
I'm the one always looking for the sunny side.
I've turned an emotional corner.
Sue me.
Look, when a long gone father comes back into a child's life it's a chance for them both to forgive the past and move on.
And maybe neither one of them are good at it, you know.
But other people should step aside and let them work it out because it's what they have both dreamed of for years.
It sounds like you're talking about you and your dad.
I just want this to work out for Jimmy.
So we shouldn't tell him about my suspicions until we know more? That would be my suggestion.
So what do you guys think of my dad? He's kind of colorful, right? -Colorful, absolutely.
-You can say that again.
This is gonna be an all nighter.
Whatever's on that hard drive is so deeply coded, it's a level-five security.
And that means? It's the code allocated for the inner workings of the N.
I.
A.
About five people on the planet can access it.
Trevanian being one.
Why don't you guys take off.
I'll fool around with this some more.
Guys, there's guards down in the lobby, all right? Go home.
Get some sleep.
Welcome home, Mr.
Kent.
Miss Lane.
Nothing there.
Nothing there.
-Yes.
-It's me.
There's no sign of the hard drive at Lane 's or Kent's.
-I'll take a look around the Daily Planet.
-Jack, the deadline's noon tomorrow.
Sweet Tart, sweetheart, spying takes time.
Good soldier.
Man.
A needle in a haystack.
Okay.
All right.
I need ten minutes.
On Perry's big old couch.
All right, guy, I see you.
T errific.
Why must violence always be the answer? Bye-bye.
And thanks for playing.
-What was that? -Thought you could use help.
-Any luck finding the computer? -You almost killed my son.
Just doing my job.
Jimmy's not involved in this.
C.
K.
, it's me, Jimmy! C.
K.
, let me in! -Jimmy.
What's going on? -They shot up the Planet.
-What? -I was there, they broke in-- -Who? -I don't know.
Bad people.
I punched him.
-They say anything? -They were busy shooting and fighting.
-I punched him.
-You said that.
They didn't say anything, could've been a regular robbery.
The cops are there.
I don 't know if anything got taken.
-Did they get anything? -No.
Still think Junior's not involved? No, it was too dark and everything was happening so fast.
We better let Lois know about this.
-Hello, Lois.
-Clark? Clark, it's two in the morning.
I know.
Jimmy's here.
The Planet got busted into-- -What was that? - What was what? I'll call you back.
Look, there's not much more we can do here tonight.
But-- Jimmy, go to Perry's and stay there.
I'll call you.
Okay.
"Uh-oh" is right.
Who is it? Lois.
Not a word.
Step away from the door.
I never saw a place swept so fast.
We've been bugged.
I'll give you one guess.
The N.
I.
A.
Land of the free, home of the under surveillance.
This stuff makes me sick.
Trevanian's desperate.
Whatever's in that computer must be incredible.
Well, look, whatever's happening happens in less than three hours.
Now, Jimmy's got as far as he can go decoding that disk.
Find someone to finish the job.
I'll tell Jimmy.
What? I wonder what else they bugged.
They bugged our computers.
Or he did.
-Trevanian? -No, someone who works for him.
Where's that gift he brought Jimmy? Who? -Jack? Oh, you don't think-- -Add it up, Lois.
When did he get here? What was the topic of conversation at dinner? Had all those holes in his back-story.
-Not to mention the concealed weapons.
-How could we be so stupid? Well, whoever thinks one of your best friends is gonna have a spy for a father? It's him.
-I got the basic codes.
-That's great, Jimmy.
You are the best.
May need more power to read the discs.
I'm going to Star Labs, hook into their mainframe.
Hold on a second, Jimmy.
Listen.
-I need to talk to you about your dad.
-What about my dad? We've been checking him out.
"We"? Who's "we"? Me, mostly.
Anyway-- You know what? No offense, C.
K.
, but I don't wanna talk about it.
-We gotta talk about this sometime.
-No, we don't.
Jimmy.
-He's not who he says he is.
-Sure he is.
He's my father.
-What if there's more to it than that? -I don't believe this.
You've been digging up dirt on my father? When do you quit? Is everything a story to you? -Jimmy, would you just listen? -No! Maybe he's not the best guy in the world, but he's my father, all right? -We think he's with the N.
I.
A.
-What? All these years? No way.
-He would've told me.
-He lied to you, Jimmy, and to us.
I don't believe that.
He bugged my apartment.
And Lois'.
I think he broke in here last night.
And what, fought his own son? Let them shoot at me? Would you cut it out? Maybe he's not a boy scout like you, but he's no killer.
-Jimmy.
-I defended you to him! That's how we opened doors in my day.
Gee, men really were men back then.
Where's the computer? I want the computer.
Has it occurred to you the damn thing was destroyed? Sometimes the obvious answer is the right one.
Jack, they-- They found the remaining bugs? Enough of this.
Since Mr.
Olsen has been so spectacularly unsuccessful in finding out what they know bring them in.
What's the real story, Trevanian? Lane and Kent aren't what you say.
Been around long enough to know that.
Have you been around long enough to know the real story is what I tell you? That's what defines a good soldier.
And you have always been a good soldier.
Yes? Very well.
Your son was followed to the Star Labs computer center.
You're his daddy.
If you'd paid a little more attention, you'd have known he's a computer whiz.
-Oh, my God.
-He was carrying a small bag.
The size of a laptop computer.
See, Jack.
Sometimes the obvious answer is the right answer.
Judas Priest, it's after 1 1.
Do we have anything? I've been pulling up everything I can on Trevanian.
The N.
I.
A.
was reorganized so he's got his hands on nearly everything.
Amazingly powerful.
-Where's Clark? -He went to find Jack Olsen.
If Clark calls, tell him I went to Star Labs to see what Jimmy's got.
No stops till the basement.
I'm in a hurry.
Jimmy, hold on.
-I've gotta talk to you.
-I don't think so, Dad.
I hope you never look into your son's eyes and see fear like this.
Your face is banged up.
You get in a fight? Yeah.
The guy had better moves than I thought.
-Did Mom know about you? -No, she didn't.
What's in the computer, Jimmy? Are you a good guy or a bad guy? -That depends on who's asking.
-Your son.
Right now I'm the best guy you can ask for in this situation.
What did you find out? Jimmy.
At noon, somebody's gonna crash a plane using an electromagnetic pulse fired from a satellite.
Using the satellite to transmit a data-eating virus to computers around the world.
Who's on the plane? Code names: Badger, Stingray, and Gypsum.
Oh, my God.
Get this to Lois and Clark.
Find Superman.
Don't let anything stop you.
Right now let's get in the car.
We're being watched.
Are you ready for a little Spy 1 01? Not without your helmet, darling.
What's the matter? Won't hit a girl? Well, I'll say this.
You got better manners than your old man.
-Have you heard from Lois? -Lois? She left here and went to Star Labs to see Jimmy.
But I just called there.
Olsen left.
She never made it.
-Where's Jimmy? -He never made it back.
-Where's Jack Olsen? -Gone.
Where's the computer? -With Jimmy.
-Well, great.
We just lost everyone.
Yeah, we're totally incompetent.
Hell's bells, it's almost noon.
High noon, Miss Tart.
I hope you've got it.
Never doubt me.
-You were always my favorite.
-What's on the disk? A program that creates an information-eating computer virus.
And another to jam a plane's controls, bring it down.
Very good.
I told your father he had underestimated you.
Who's on the plane, Trevanian? Who's Badger, Gypsum and Stingray? The head of the FBl, the ClA and the Secret Service.
And my immediate superior, the director of the N.
I.
A.
So you're gonna kill all of them and erase their computers.
Except one, yours.
Oh, you're quite quick as well.
And what does that make me? The only game in town.
The man with all the secrets.
The fate of the nation rests in these hands.
Unfortunately, so does yours.
Miss T art, I say you can do it in two bullets.
Oh, I say I can do it in one.
Name that tune.
Move.
Perry, I'm gonna go try Jimmy's.
-Clark Kent.
-It's Jack Olsen.
Have you seen Jimmy? He's gone.
So is Lois.
So is the computer.
Where are you? In Trevanian's office.
Clark, are you there? Hello? Hello? Hello.
Superman.
What's going on, Mr.
Olsen? Trevanian's about to bring down the heads of our security agencies.
And no doubt kill my son and Lois.
Trevanian's lied to me from the beginning.
Until you figured that out, you kept Jimmy in the middle of this.
I had no choice.
It's the kind of job I have.
-You've got the wrong job.
-I believed in what I was doing.
I believed in it so much I had to lead a double life.
But what would you know about that? -He's radioactive.
-What? Jimmy.
I gave him my card.
It's got a radioactive marker in it.
Spy stuff.
-Locate.
-Metropolis Trade T ower.
Five, four, three, two-- One.
No.
Jimmy! Your turn, Lois.
Trevanian sent the signal.
The plane's going down.
Jack? Interesting.
Oh, God.
Hold on, hold on.
Thank you, Superman.
Thank you.
Trevanian's downfall was the perfect topper to the Planet's N.
I.
A.
series.
Good work, you two.
Actually, I should say all four of you.
Jack I had you pegged as a rotten egg.
Please accept my apologies.
Don't apologize, Perry.
I am a rotten egg.
It's helpful in my line of work.
Mine too.
-I'm afraid I gotta run.
-Yeah.
You know, I feel like I'm finally getting to know you after all these years.
-And now I gotta dash off to-- -Where? You can't tell me.
Jimmy, they offered to bring me inside, give me a desk job.
-Now, that's something I could-- -No.
Dad, that's not you.
Somebody else's dad.
Not mine.
But I could try.
Listen you just try to be my dad.
That'll probably be enough.
Okay.
-You take good care.
-I will.
You're obsessing again.
Lois, Jimmy grew up without a father because his dad's work took over his life.
The guy helped keep the free world together but couldn't do the same for his family.
And you think the same is gonna be true for you and me and our child.
Our child will barely be able to pick me out of a police lineup because he hardly recognizes me.
Maybe I ought to learn something from Jack.
Well, I tell you what you could learn from Jack.
Not all men are cut out to be fathers.
It's not the job, it's the man.
And piano tuner or spy Jack just wasn't ready for the responsibility of a family.
And you are.
You're trying to convince yourself? No, lunkhead, I'm trying to convince you.
The very fact that we're having this conversation that you care so much, proves it.
You are good.
-Awesome.
-Oh, true.
Hug.
"Lunkhead"? In the best sense of the word.
A flyer from the Winky-Tink Preschool.
See, this store where I registered for wedding gifts sold my name and now I'm getting bombarded with junk mail.
Don't wear yourself out.
Preschool? We don't even get married for three more weeks.
Well, Winky-Tink says now's the time.
They've got a five-year waiting list and they require a $200 deposit.
-Do they also require a child? -Nope, just money.
You know.
You know that's something we haven't talked much about.
-Money? -No.
Children.
You think we'll make good parents? Yeah, I guess so.
When the time comes.
I mean, you will be for sure, and I'll probably catch on.
Oh, my God.
What--? Was anybody hurt? It's Bud Collins.
Oh, Bud.
No.
I think it was a car bomb.
I smelled C-4.
Lois.
It-- It's all there.
-Encrypted on the hard drive.
-Bud, don't try to talk now.
You were right about Trevanian.
He and the N.
I.
A.
-Saturday, noon.
-Saturday? Superman.
Did anybody tell you you look just like Clark Kent? Only without the glasses.
Okay, let's hold it right there.
New in town? Did he tell you anything or give you anything before he died? No.
He blew up.
He flew down.
And he was dead.
Now, who are you? My name's Tart.
Sweet T art? National lntelligence Agency.
Mr.
Collins was a colleague.
He had a laptop computer with him when he left the N.
I.
A.
office.
What can I tell you? It must've burned in the car.
Liar.
I'll be in touch.
Oh, boy.
What have we got? You' re gonna make me miss my-- Train.
Oh, well.
Now, that's using your head.
Sweet? You're a bit far from home, aren't you? Change in plans.
I almost had you.
Trevanian needs you.
Something delicate.
-Swill.
-Swill.
No, that's all right, I'm sure it's swill.
You're convinced they have the computer? Well, Collins was in possession before he died on Lane's doorstep.
I can only assume that she's got it.
Of course if Superman hadn't been there, we wouldn't be having this conversation.
What's Lois Lane's connection to Collins? Well, she and Clark Kent are writing a series of articles claiming corruption in the N.
I.
A.
-All lies of course.
-Well, of course.
We believe Collins was their inside source.
But the damage goes deeper than that.
Once they realized the information Collins had access to temptation got the better of them.
They've been peddling N.
I.
A.
secrets to the highest bidder.
These respected journalists? Yes, these respected journalists.
-So who killed Collins? -That's on a need-to-know.
You don't.
You want me to get the computer back? Yes, this Saturday, noon, Metropolis time.
Or our national security will be hit with an unparalleled disaster.
You'll get it.
My ride.
Right on time.
Buckle up, darling.
Trevanian's head of covert operations for the N.
I.
A.
We think he could be dangerous.
Willing to use the agency for his own purposes.
The N.
I.
A.
has gotten so powerful.
They have a blank check to pull off any kind of espionage they want.
It's not a good time to have a loose cannon on board.
But you have no hard proof.
Not unless this is it.
Collins mentioned "Saturday, noon.
" -Something big might be happening.
-That only gives you a couple of days.
Whatever's in here is locked in the computer's memory.
It's in code to boot.
Well, they have a couple of those data recovery outfits here in town-- Chief, this material's way too sensitive.
We need somebody we can trust.
-Somebody who knows RAM chips from-- -Strudel? Ask and ye shall receive.
Lois.
I've lost that little response card, but I'll definitely be at the wedding.
I can't believe in three weeks you guys are-- -What? -Jimmy? Shut the door.
Good morning.
Okay.
Well, I'll let you guys know what I dig up as soon as I can.
-What are you doing here? -Hello, son.
-How you doing? -I'm fine.
Thanks.
-It's-- It's been-- -A couple of years, I know.
-Four.
-Four? Before that, five.
Yeah.
But who's counting? Yeah.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Everybody, this is-- This is my dad.
Jack Olsen.
Perry White.
-Pleasure to meet you.
-Lois Lane, Clark Kent.
My friends, my bosses.
Very nice to meet you, Miss Lane.
Mr.
Kent, I've read your work.
Well, this is where I work.
-Let me show you around.
-Great.
So that's the prodigal father.
Jimmy said his parents split up fifteen years ago.
I guess it was his father's career that did it.
What kind of man puts his job before his family? -Did you get the post cards I sent you? -Y eah.
Christmas gifts? Yeah.
Listen.
Dad do you think it'd be possible for you to stay in town for a little while? Jimmy.
-You know how it is.
-Yeah, I know.
-Sold my soul.
I gotta do the time.
-Right.
But we can have a great couple of days together, okay? -Okay.
-You free for dinner? Yeah.
Yeah.
I-- I just got this assignment.
Well, the assignment can take a dinner break.
-I'm sorry.
I just-- I couldn't help it.
-Oh, no, no.
That's all right.
Say, why don't you two join us for dinner? Well, we're working.
And I'm sure you guys have a lot of catching up.
You gotta eat.
I don't get much of a chance to meet Jimmy's friends.
What do you say, Jimmy? Sure.
I guess it'd be bad form to skip dinner and just do this for a couple of hours.
Probably.
I thought Perry was gonna rip Jack Olsen's head off today.
Well, he's probably just a little sensitive because of his own situation.
Yeah.
Perry's job busted up his family too.
Are you obsessing? Usually when I kiss you, you're a little more focused.
Sorry.
It's just all this talk about having kids.
All what talk? I got one stupid brochure from the Winky-Tink School.
Okay.
I'll tell you what.
If I make it through the next two days alive, we'll have a nice long talk.
-It's just-- It's a big decision, that's all.
-I know.
It's not like getting a dog.
-I haven't got much time.
-Saturday, noon.
Tonight in 10 minutes.
I'm meeting them for dinner.
Then you'll want this.
Wear it on the inside of the wrist and aim this button at whoever's answering your questions.
If the crystal glows blue, they're telling the truth.
If it's red, they're lying.
Why, thank you.
Trevanian thinks you've gotten soft.
For God's sake, I'm using my own son to get to Lane and Kent.
How soft is that? And if he's involved? He's not.
He's an office boy.
What if he's more? What if it gets sticky? -Just asking.
-Let's finish the job and get out of here.
I'm here to help, Jack.
You certainly are, Miss Tart.
If Jack should hesitate to do his duty you'll do it for him.
Jimmy tells us you're a structural engineer.
Demolition's my specialty.
My dad's blown up some of the biggest stuff in the world.
Well.
I've been following your articles on corruption in the N.
I.
A.
Dynamite stuff.
Well, we just write about exciting lives.
You actually get to live one.
Jimmy tell us your business takes you all over.
I'd say.
The last time I saw my dad was at the Metropolis Airport when he was changing planes between Shanghai and Dallas.
I come to town, bridges collapse.
You guys show up, government agencies crumble.
Not legitimate ones, anyway.
You're giving us far too much credit.
When we worked on the N.
I.
A.
stuff Jimmy did all the computer work for the statistics.
-Way to go, Jimbo.
-Thanks.
Your work seems so incredibly in-depth.
But I guess you must have your snitches, inside contacts.
Not really.
Just good old-fashioned legwork mostly.
Jimmy tell you he's been studying photography? Well, he always had an eye.
You telling me you could get that information without looking at the N.
I.
A.
files? That's right.
They'd be impossible to get.
Tell your dad about that story you wrote last month.
Jimmy, be sure to clip that out and send it to me, okay? I guess the files wouldn't do you any good anyway.
Don't they write them in some kind of a code or something? We really wouldn't know.
Demolition, huh? That must be a real tough job.
No tougher than having a family, right, Dad? Well, Jim.
Touche.
Jimmy, how well do you know Lois and Clark? How well do I know Lois and Clark? Better than anybody.
-I suppose that means you trust them.
-More than anybody.
And if I were to suggest you avoid them? I'd suggest you don't.
My work depends on a lot of government contracts.
I've developed a lot of friendships in government circles.
Lois and Clark are very unpopular with these people.
Of course they're unpopular.
They're whistle blowers, they're honest.
-What if they're more than reporters? -Like what, spies? -You're kidding, right? -Yeah.
I just worry about you and I can't always be here to protect you.
"Always"? How about ever? Listen these N.
I.
A.
guys your friends are after are very serious characters.
When they decide someone's trouble that person and his family, friends, household pets, they all get burned.
Do you understand? In case you need me.
-Your business card? -A number where I can be reached.
In a funny way I kind of like the fact that you worry about me.
It almost feels like you love me.
The way I love you.
Good night, Dad.
Good night.
-You picked the lock.
-Well, I knocked first.
Daiquiri, Miss Tart, or your usual julep? Martini, thank you.
This setup's very thorough.
Well, Jack was always a good soldier.
Completely unprincipled.
Not unlike yourself.
However, lately I have noticed a certain dissatisfaction on his part.
It's a pity.
Olsen civil engineering.
Okay, Jimmy's dad Iet's find out who you really are.
Kent's at his computer.
They suspect Jack.
How clever.
You don't want Jack to know.
Not just yet.
Picture this headline: "Tenacious Reporters Uncloak -Rogue Spy Too Late.
" -Too late? To stop him from bringing this country's entire security apparatus crashing down.
Saturday, noon.
If we get that damn computer.
-Olive or onion? -And Jack will be blamed for this? Certainly.
Along with the murders of Lane and Kent.
I'll explain it all as the new head of the N.
I.
A.
Sadly you will have shot poor Jack.
-One question.
-Yes? Do I get a raise? Jimmy, I hate to bug you.
We're short on time.
I'm going as fast as I can.
My algorithm sucks.
Yeah, I hate a bad algorithm.
My software's not exactly designed for this.
-How can I help? -Go away? Sorry.
What you doing? Annoying Jimmy.
You? Checking up on Jimmy's father.
Lois, I x-rayed that guy at dinner.
He had more hardware on him than the household section at Kmart.
-What? -Guns, knives.
He was a one-man army.
I scanned his wallet.
And I ran his lDs through the computer at super speed.
And they basically lead to a guy who does not exist.
Well, that doesn't necessarily mean anything.
Other than the fact he's a complete fake.
There could be a lot of explanations.
He's heir to a small European monarchy and wants to live a simple life out of the spotlight.
Okay, I'm reaching.
But it doesn't necessarily mean he's a criminal.
And talk about cynical.
Wait a minute.
You are Lois Lane.
Incisive, tenacious newswoman.
I'm the one always looking for the sunny side.
I've turned an emotional corner.
Sue me.
Look, when a long gone father comes back into a child's life it's a chance for them both to forgive the past and move on.
And maybe neither one of them are good at it, you know.
But other people should step aside and let them work it out because it's what they have both dreamed of for years.
It sounds like you're talking about you and your dad.
I just want this to work out for Jimmy.
So we shouldn't tell him about my suspicions until we know more? That would be my suggestion.
So what do you guys think of my dad? He's kind of colorful, right? -Colorful, absolutely.
-You can say that again.
This is gonna be an all nighter.
Whatever's on that hard drive is so deeply coded, it's a level-five security.
And that means? It's the code allocated for the inner workings of the N.
I.
A.
About five people on the planet can access it.
Trevanian being one.
Why don't you guys take off.
I'll fool around with this some more.
Guys, there's guards down in the lobby, all right? Go home.
Get some sleep.
Welcome home, Mr.
Kent.
Miss Lane.
Nothing there.
Nothing there.
-Yes.
-It's me.
There's no sign of the hard drive at Lane 's or Kent's.
-I'll take a look around the Daily Planet.
-Jack, the deadline's noon tomorrow.
Sweet Tart, sweetheart, spying takes time.
Good soldier.
Man.
A needle in a haystack.
Okay.
All right.
I need ten minutes.
On Perry's big old couch.
All right, guy, I see you.
T errific.
Why must violence always be the answer? Bye-bye.
And thanks for playing.
-What was that? -Thought you could use help.
-Any luck finding the computer? -You almost killed my son.
Just doing my job.
Jimmy's not involved in this.
C.
K.
, it's me, Jimmy! C.
K.
, let me in! -Jimmy.
What's going on? -They shot up the Planet.
-What? -I was there, they broke in-- -Who? -I don't know.
Bad people.
I punched him.
-They say anything? -They were busy shooting and fighting.
-I punched him.
-You said that.
They didn't say anything, could've been a regular robbery.
The cops are there.
I don 't know if anything got taken.
-Did they get anything? -No.
Still think Junior's not involved? No, it was too dark and everything was happening so fast.
We better let Lois know about this.
-Hello, Lois.
-Clark? Clark, it's two in the morning.
I know.
Jimmy's here.
The Planet got busted into-- -What was that? - What was what? I'll call you back.
Look, there's not much more we can do here tonight.
But-- Jimmy, go to Perry's and stay there.
I'll call you.
Okay.
"Uh-oh" is right.
Who is it? Lois.
Not a word.
Step away from the door.
I never saw a place swept so fast.
We've been bugged.
I'll give you one guess.
The N.
I.
A.
Land of the free, home of the under surveillance.
This stuff makes me sick.
Trevanian's desperate.
Whatever's in that computer must be incredible.
Well, look, whatever's happening happens in less than three hours.
Now, Jimmy's got as far as he can go decoding that disk.
Find someone to finish the job.
I'll tell Jimmy.
What? I wonder what else they bugged.
They bugged our computers.
Or he did.
-Trevanian? -No, someone who works for him.
Where's that gift he brought Jimmy? Who? -Jack? Oh, you don't think-- -Add it up, Lois.
When did he get here? What was the topic of conversation at dinner? Had all those holes in his back-story.
-Not to mention the concealed weapons.
-How could we be so stupid? Well, whoever thinks one of your best friends is gonna have a spy for a father? It's him.
-I got the basic codes.
-That's great, Jimmy.
You are the best.
May need more power to read the discs.
I'm going to Star Labs, hook into their mainframe.
Hold on a second, Jimmy.
Listen.
-I need to talk to you about your dad.
-What about my dad? We've been checking him out.
"We"? Who's "we"? Me, mostly.
Anyway-- You know what? No offense, C.
K.
, but I don't wanna talk about it.
-We gotta talk about this sometime.
-No, we don't.
Jimmy.
-He's not who he says he is.
-Sure he is.
He's my father.
-What if there's more to it than that? -I don't believe this.
You've been digging up dirt on my father? When do you quit? Is everything a story to you? -Jimmy, would you just listen? -No! Maybe he's not the best guy in the world, but he's my father, all right? -We think he's with the N.
I.
A.
-What? All these years? No way.
-He would've told me.
-He lied to you, Jimmy, and to us.
I don't believe that.
He bugged my apartment.
And Lois'.
I think he broke in here last night.
And what, fought his own son? Let them shoot at me? Would you cut it out? Maybe he's not a boy scout like you, but he's no killer.
-Jimmy.
-I defended you to him! That's how we opened doors in my day.
Gee, men really were men back then.
Where's the computer? I want the computer.
Has it occurred to you the damn thing was destroyed? Sometimes the obvious answer is the right one.
Jack, they-- They found the remaining bugs? Enough of this.
Since Mr.
Olsen has been so spectacularly unsuccessful in finding out what they know bring them in.
What's the real story, Trevanian? Lane and Kent aren't what you say.
Been around long enough to know that.
Have you been around long enough to know the real story is what I tell you? That's what defines a good soldier.
And you have always been a good soldier.
Yes? Very well.
Your son was followed to the Star Labs computer center.
You're his daddy.
If you'd paid a little more attention, you'd have known he's a computer whiz.
-Oh, my God.
-He was carrying a small bag.
The size of a laptop computer.
See, Jack.
Sometimes the obvious answer is the right answer.
Judas Priest, it's after 1 1.
Do we have anything? I've been pulling up everything I can on Trevanian.
The N.
I.
A.
was reorganized so he's got his hands on nearly everything.
Amazingly powerful.
-Where's Clark? -He went to find Jack Olsen.
If Clark calls, tell him I went to Star Labs to see what Jimmy's got.
No stops till the basement.
I'm in a hurry.
Jimmy, hold on.
-I've gotta talk to you.
-I don't think so, Dad.
I hope you never look into your son's eyes and see fear like this.
Your face is banged up.
You get in a fight? Yeah.
The guy had better moves than I thought.
-Did Mom know about you? -No, she didn't.
What's in the computer, Jimmy? Are you a good guy or a bad guy? -That depends on who's asking.
-Your son.
Right now I'm the best guy you can ask for in this situation.
What did you find out? Jimmy.
At noon, somebody's gonna crash a plane using an electromagnetic pulse fired from a satellite.
Using the satellite to transmit a data-eating virus to computers around the world.
Who's on the plane? Code names: Badger, Stingray, and Gypsum.
Oh, my God.
Get this to Lois and Clark.
Find Superman.
Don't let anything stop you.
Right now let's get in the car.
We're being watched.
Are you ready for a little Spy 1 01? Not without your helmet, darling.
What's the matter? Won't hit a girl? Well, I'll say this.
You got better manners than your old man.
-Have you heard from Lois? -Lois? She left here and went to Star Labs to see Jimmy.
But I just called there.
Olsen left.
She never made it.
-Where's Jimmy? -He never made it back.
-Where's Jack Olsen? -Gone.
Where's the computer? -With Jimmy.
-Well, great.
We just lost everyone.
Yeah, we're totally incompetent.
Hell's bells, it's almost noon.
High noon, Miss Tart.
I hope you've got it.
Never doubt me.
-You were always my favorite.
-What's on the disk? A program that creates an information-eating computer virus.
And another to jam a plane's controls, bring it down.
Very good.
I told your father he had underestimated you.
Who's on the plane, Trevanian? Who's Badger, Gypsum and Stingray? The head of the FBl, the ClA and the Secret Service.
And my immediate superior, the director of the N.
I.
A.
So you're gonna kill all of them and erase their computers.
Except one, yours.
Oh, you're quite quick as well.
And what does that make me? The only game in town.
The man with all the secrets.
The fate of the nation rests in these hands.
Unfortunately, so does yours.
Miss T art, I say you can do it in two bullets.
Oh, I say I can do it in one.
Name that tune.
Move.
Perry, I'm gonna go try Jimmy's.
-Clark Kent.
-It's Jack Olsen.
Have you seen Jimmy? He's gone.
So is Lois.
So is the computer.
Where are you? In Trevanian's office.
Clark, are you there? Hello? Hello? Hello.
Superman.
What's going on, Mr.
Olsen? Trevanian's about to bring down the heads of our security agencies.
And no doubt kill my son and Lois.
Trevanian's lied to me from the beginning.
Until you figured that out, you kept Jimmy in the middle of this.
I had no choice.
It's the kind of job I have.
-You've got the wrong job.
-I believed in what I was doing.
I believed in it so much I had to lead a double life.
But what would you know about that? -He's radioactive.
-What? Jimmy.
I gave him my card.
It's got a radioactive marker in it.
Spy stuff.
-Locate.
-Metropolis Trade T ower.
Five, four, three, two-- One.
No.
Jimmy! Your turn, Lois.
Trevanian sent the signal.
The plane's going down.
Jack? Interesting.
Oh, God.
Hold on, hold on.
Thank you, Superman.
Thank you.
Trevanian's downfall was the perfect topper to the Planet's N.
I.
A.
series.
Good work, you two.
Actually, I should say all four of you.
Jack I had you pegged as a rotten egg.
Please accept my apologies.
Don't apologize, Perry.
I am a rotten egg.
It's helpful in my line of work.
Mine too.
-I'm afraid I gotta run.
-Yeah.
You know, I feel like I'm finally getting to know you after all these years.
-And now I gotta dash off to-- -Where? You can't tell me.
Jimmy, they offered to bring me inside, give me a desk job.
-Now, that's something I could-- -No.
Dad, that's not you.
Somebody else's dad.
Not mine.
But I could try.
Listen you just try to be my dad.
That'll probably be enough.
Okay.
-You take good care.
-I will.
You're obsessing again.
Lois, Jimmy grew up without a father because his dad's work took over his life.
The guy helped keep the free world together but couldn't do the same for his family.
And you think the same is gonna be true for you and me and our child.
Our child will barely be able to pick me out of a police lineup because he hardly recognizes me.
Maybe I ought to learn something from Jack.
Well, I tell you what you could learn from Jack.
Not all men are cut out to be fathers.
It's not the job, it's the man.
And piano tuner or spy Jack just wasn't ready for the responsibility of a family.
And you are.
You're trying to convince yourself? No, lunkhead, I'm trying to convince you.
The very fact that we're having this conversation that you care so much, proves it.
You are good.
-Awesome.
-Oh, true.
Hug.
"Lunkhead"? In the best sense of the word.