Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman s04e08 Episode Script

Bob and Carol and Lois and Clark

I just don't know why we're bothering.
I met him playing basketball.
He said he had a nice wife.
|I said, "I have a nice wife.
" You have a wife who thinks|it's impossible to find a "couple.
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where you like him, I like her,|they like us and we like them.
- Is this thing working?|- Yes, honey.
This kind of thing has been one disaster|after another.
I know we're gonna hate them.
- Hi.
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- Bob, this is my wife.
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- Carol.
|- Lois.
I mean, if you really listen to it,|it's kind of a weird song.
I know, I know.
We like it, but.
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I'm sorry, a fly in your chardonnay|is not ironic.
Making $30 million on a song called|"Ironic" that isn't even about "irony.
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that's ironic.
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Oh, Lois.
I don't normally have to keep|one of these in sight at all times.
Expecting an important call? I'm trying to land an interview|with Grant Gendell.
I'm waiting to hear.
Sorry.
You kidding? If I expected a call|from the richest man.
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on the Eastern Seaboard,|I'd check my phone.
Well, actually it's his lawyer.
How did you score|an interview with Gendell? I mean, no one's even seen|the guy in what, 20.
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But I don't have the interview,|I just have a shot at it.
Lois wrote an article defending Gendell|when he got hit with his.
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what, his 2000th lawsuit? A rich guy like that'd be a target|for every wacko with a lawyer.
I think that's what drove him into hiding.
But now he wants to come out.
|Re-emerge to the world.
Anyway, blah, blah, blah,|let's talk dessert.
Let's talk chocolate.
My thought exactly.
So.
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how do you think it went? They were nice.
But.
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? But everything in stages.
Right now, we're in "possible friendship,"|stage one.
Next.
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Stage two, in one minute.
- You think tonight went all right?|- It went fine.
Well, as usual, your sources|were right on the money.
Gendell did pick Lois Lane|to spill his guts to.
When have I ever let you down? - "Fire at high-rise.
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"|- What? Fire over on East Third.
- Amazing.
|- What? The whole take-off-your-glasses-|and-nobody-recognizes-you thing.
There's no such thing|as a Sunday for you.
Well, there is the glasses|and then there's this: I love watching you do that.
- Meet you at home?|- Be careful.
I'm always careful.
See you soon.
You know, it's too bad.
What? That we're eventually|gonna have to kill Lois.
Well.
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nobody said being friends|with us is easy.
Hey.
- You all right?|- Yeah.
It takes more out of me|as I get old.
Well, not much longer, honey.
|Stage two is complete.
On to stage three.
"Grant Gendell.
" I'd forgotten how much fun|it was to go out with another couple.
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until you and Lois hit the town|with us the other night.
That sure was something, chief.
Oh, yeah.
I tell you,|I am one lucky dude to have met Candy.
You know, most old fools my age.
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they go out|with some brainless knockout.
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who's got all the substance|of a whipped dairy product.
And Candy, "she's.
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That's.
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what I was.
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- Yeah, yeah.
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You know, for a professional bowler.
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and a former|Miss Farm Belt U.
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, this girl.
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she's got a lot going for.
I could see she and Lois|hit it off like sisters.
- You saw that?|- Yeah.
- Did you?|- Yeah, yeah.
In fact, we can't wait to do it again.
What are you-all doing this weekend? You know, I'm gonna|have to check with.
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- Oh, okay.
|- Okay.
So then Aurora pulls me into|maintenance duct in the subway, right? And we're walking through|this broken glass and rats.
And just when I think I'm about to meet|the Mole People, there's a rave.
A party going on right there|in the subway tunnels.
The children of the night.
|What beautiful music they make.
You know? By the way, I love your haircut.
Oh, thanks.
After seeing myself|on "wanted" posters all over "town.
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I figured it was time for a new look.
Makes me wanna get my hair cut.
- Like this?|- No.
Bald.
Do you guys wanna go with us tonight?|We're doing a sewer.
Oh, well, that would be.
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"Do you mind? Help!" I would have to.
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Because that's.
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Oh, I have to get this.
- Hello?|- What about you, C.
K? - You know, I have to check with.
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|- Oh, yeah.
You guys want a cup of coffee|or something like that? - Yeah.
|- Lois? I hope you don't mind|my calling you at work.
No, no, not at all.
|Actually, your timing is impeccable.
too much of an imposition.
We're going through swatches from|that drapery place you recommended.
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narrowing the field.
Could I trade a second opinion|for a homemade chocolate éclair? Are you kidding?|I love chocolate éclairs.
Well, isn't that amazing.
Five, okay? Sure.
I think the guys|are playing basketball then.
- Great.
|- Well, I'll see you then.
Choices, choices.
Perry and Candy invited us|to a monster-truck rally.
Jimmy and Aurora want|us to go sewer hopping.
- I don't wanna hurt anybody's feelings.
|- Me either.
So why don't we tell them|we unfortunately already have plans.
- With Bob and Carol.
|- Do we? No, but we will|as soon as I make them.
I thought we were in cautious stage one.
We are, but if it means a real,|adult, normal night out.
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I say we move quickly into stage two.
Clark, that series of deaths|you've been following.
The weird patches on the bodies? - Yeah?|- I just got a report.
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of another one on Kelton Drive.
You might wanna hustle.
- Right, chief.
|- Okay.
I'd like to see the body.
- No access.
|- Let him through, guys.
- Hey, Kent.
|- Pete.
What's the NIA doing here? Mysterious deaths|in healthy individuals.
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leaving these marks around the heart.
Have I stumbled|onto something big here? Maybe.
I was thinking it might be|some kind of new virus.
What I'm about to tell you|is off the record for now.
Okay.
Normally, we could handle|this ourselves but.
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You see anybody standing next to me? - No.
|- That's because there isn't anybody.
They fired my partner.
They fired everybody's partner.
Took away my car|with all the cool stuff in it.
Had an ejection seat, you know.
|A real one.
I'm real sorry about that, Pete.
Budget cuts.
Anyway, there's been a series of deaths|in town, all with striking similarities.
We think they're the work of|an assassin.
Code named Deathstroke.
He always leaves these marks.
And signs of an apparent heart attack.
He's said to be a "male.
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possibly wears a jumpsuit, possibly|works with a female accomplice.
Settles down in a big city|and makes a home before the kill.
Word is, his next mission's|not for money.
It's for revenge.
If he's known to settle|and create a base, you should.
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I already made a list of all new residents.
But with no partner,|my staff laid off and my cool car.
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Anyway, if you dig up something,|you let me know.
I'll do the same "and.
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" I'll tell Superman to keep|an eye peeled.
Oh, thanks, Kent.
Sure, Pete.
- Lois Lane|- "Miss Lane.
" from Grant Gendell's lawyer today.
Because this is Grant Gendell.
Mr.
Gendell.
Hello.
Thank you for calling.
What do you think about writing|something that would make me look.
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halfway human to the world? That depends.
Are you? That's what I like about you, Miss Lane.
|All grit and no bull.
People trust you.
You write something|good about me, people will buy it.
Well, I don't write puff pieces.
I'm gonna ask questions|that you might not like.
It's not the questions|that I'm afraid of, Miss Lane.
It's whether or not|I can trust the person asking them.
You'll be checked out thoroughly.
And if I smell something I don't like,|you'll never see me.
Okay, Lois.
Let me get this straight.
You actually talked to Grant Gendell? Yep.
Think he really wears Kleenex boxes for|shoes and eats cold soup out of a can? I don't know.
I've read the same things you have.
But there was something|sort of charming about him.
I think he wants to come out|of hiding for a specific reason.
Oh, see? Now this is an exact copy|of the one we almost chose.
And this is what we went with.
Oh, you're kidding.
I don't know what you're worried about.
|The place looks great.
I just think you should feel at home|when you're, well, at home.
Especially when you have a husband|who's rushing out to save the world.
Yours too? I mean, Clark's not literally|saving the world.
I mean, I'm a chemist|and I have a professional life too.
But Bob's work is so.
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" All consuming? I know all about it.
He'll hug me and say: "You're important too, honey,|but this is an emergency.
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|- Superdoctor.
Where did you learn those moves, huh? Trying to keep up with Lois.
Aggressive on the court? Let's just say ambitious.
- Carol's the same.
|- Keeps you on your toes? Wouldn't have it any other way.
Me either.
Listen, you're a doctor.
Remember|that guy I was telling you about? - Weird marks around his heart.
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No one at the coroner's office seems|to know what those things are.
- Sounds like some kind of clotting.
|- But what if it were a murder? Hypothetically, that is.
- Murder?|- Yeah.
The death fits a pattern of a number|of other mysterious deaths in the city.
Any idea why somebody|would kill these people? No, not a clue.
Nice shot.
Thanks.
How was your game with Bob? Great.
You and Carol|have a good time? I have to admit,|we may be super speeding.
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through the cautious|friendship stages.
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but" she's really "nice.
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funny, down-to-earth.
She's finally starting to melt.
The research on them really paid off.
|How did it go with Clark? You know, I haven't made moves|like that on a court in.
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It's like someone was helping me.
How about you? Did you slip her|the phone with the bug? Thought it was gonna|be harder to distract her.
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but when Lois opens up,|she's quite a talker.
In "fact.
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" - She said something really interesting.
|- Yeah? About how hard it is|for both of us in our careers.
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and how driven you and Bob are.
And how it never seems to let up.
So then I said: "How does a desert island|and a few million dollars sound?" You're kidding.
Lois said that? I thought, "Oh, my God, they know.
|They know our whole plan.
" Clark kept talking about the murders.
But we knew he was writing|about that before we targeted them.
No.
The panic passed and I realized|this is normal.
Lois and I just think.
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- the same way,|like good friends should.
See, honey? I told you|this was gonna work out.
It's all going to happen, isn't it? Finally gonna stop running, finally gonna|settle down and have a normal life.
And we're finally,|finally gonna kill Grant Gendell.
But more to the point, hon,|we're gonna get all his money.
Revenge is nice.
|But a desert island is better.
A doctor, a contractor, a retired cop|who became a bodyguard.
Now a dentist.
What do they have in common? Why would Deathstroke|want them dead? Okay.
Okay, look.
I've seen the way|you and Lois do this.
Let's step back,|look at the pattern, all right? They're all men.
They're all over 35.
They all lived in Metropolis.
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I really suck at this.
We need to deep background these guys,|see where their paths cross.
- Your father still work for the NIA?|- Yeah.
Maybe you should get online with him.
See what he can tell us|about Deathstroke.
Hunt Deathstroke.
Now you're talking.
- Lois Lane.
|- "Denzler here.
We've spoken before.
" - Mr.
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It's Gendell's lawyer.
|- "All right, Miss Lane.
" Completely against my better judgment,|I am on my way to meet with you.
- Are you ready?|- Yes, I am.
Now, you understand the ground rules? You will come alone.
|You will ask no questions.
You will not be concerned|with where you're going.
You'll bring no cameras|or recording devices.
And until Mr.
Gendell|agrees to the interview.
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you will print nothing about him|or this meeting.
- Do you agree to all of this?|- Yes, I do.
How soon can you be downstairs? - Any time you want to.
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The car will pull up.
and get inside immediately.
you've been accompanied.
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the car will leave without you.
I'll be right there.
- In a limo, downstairs.
Now.
|- Now? You get the speaker.
Well, these guys bring new meaning|to the word "paranoid.
" Wish me luck.
Good luck.
Yeah, Sandy,|I'm now on to couple number nine.
They're just leaving now.
We're on the move.
Are we meeting Mr.
Denzler here? I'm Denzler, Miss Lane.
Well, I would've thought that|Grant Gendell could hire a driver for you.
Oh, no, no, no.
Can't trust drivers.
You know they let almost anyone|have a driver's license? Without asking anything|about their personal relationships.
but Denzler is paid to be paranoid.
It's a trait I admire.
Oh, I understand.
I'm one of the few people|who have actually met Mr.
Gendell.
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and if it were up to me,|it would stay that way.
security questions to ask you.
in the last seven months? Does New Jersey count? Is he giggling or is that a death rattle? I like this girl.
The old goat's|completely charmed by her.
- Anything?|- I'm waiting on a search.
You? Deathstroke's a ghost.
|Nobody's seen him or talked to him.
But the list of people they think he killed|is pretty amazing.
Check it out.
My dad says nailing him has been|a top priority for the NIA.
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but nobody can agree where he is: London, Hong Kong, China,|L.
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- And with the budget cuts.
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Okay, here we go.
Anyone in your life familiar with the use|of plastique, AK-47s, strychnine.
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or similar explosives, weapons|or poisons? Only my mother.
I do like this girl.
Yes.
Are you now or have you ever been|employed by Gendell Technologies.
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or any of its subsidiaries?|- No.
any employee, past or present? Not until today.
She means you, you idiot.
Of course.
Miss Lane, have not gone unnoticed.
even though we'd never met.
That's a trait I also admire.
I think we're being followed.
- NIA again?|- We'll see.
potentially dangerous hermit.
And I suppose.
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I like you.
Thanks, I think.
Where do these guys cross? Three of them have the same hat size.
All four have been paid|by a company called Denzler Limited.
Denzler, that sounds so.
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Gendell's lawyer.
All these men worked for him.
|When did Lois say she was coming back? She didn't.
C.
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, where you going? that a person like me.
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whether he likes it or not.
have that history be correct.
Thanks.
Good afternoon, Miss Lane.
Well, I could have done|without the sarcasm of your answers.
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but it appears Mr.
Gendell trusts you.
As much as he trusts anyone.
So do I get the interview? Meet me again|in front of the "Planet" building.
Tomorrow, at noon.
Tomorrow at noon.
- We're almost there.
|- Not quite.
He's NIA, all right, and he's made us.
Just like Berlin.
When are these people gonna|leave us alone? Careful.
When you're emotional,|you get a power surge.
Bob, soon we'll disappear|into whole new lives.
Until then,|we've got to take care of him.
Now, pull into that alley up there|and he'll follow us.
Hey.
Guess who just nabbed|the interview of the century? - Are you all right?|- Yeah.
Were you out looking for me? - Well.
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|- Superman doesn't lie.
Yes.
But only because of those deaths|I've been following.
- The red marks around the heart?|- The Deathgrip? Deathstroke, yes.
|All four victims worked for Denzler.
- Denzler Limited?|- Yes.
That's a shell company.
Gendell uses it|when he doesn't want "records.
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that would indicate anyone|worked for him directly.
He uses it with people|he makes direct contact with.
- Bodyguards.
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|- Doctors, contractors.
That's who Deathstroke's been killing.
I wonder why.
Down the street.
Someone's in trouble.
- Deathstroke.
|- Superman.
- You know me?|- Agent Rawlins is a friend of mine.
He'd better be alive.
Or what? That's enough.
I'm not letting go.
Neither am I.
Oh, my God! What did he do to you? Are you all right? I will be.
God, he's strong.
I couldn't hold on.
- It's all right, honey.
|- Lois is back there.
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I know.
Agent Rawlins.
Oh, man.
He was a good guy.
Lois, I never felt anything like that.
My chest tightened up,|my head was spinning.
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must be what having a heart attack|feels like.
You need to see Dr.
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When I got close.
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it was like when you push|two magnets together and they repel.
- Magnetism?|- Yeah.
Magnetism, of course.
Superman, can I get a tissue sample? Sure.
Are you okay? I'm okay.
I feel pretty good.
I think next time I will take him.
Maybe not.
The composition of Superman's blood|is different than that of Agent Rawlins.
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but in both samples, the erythrocytes|are either clinging together or repelling.
As if the bloodstream itself|was magnetized? Exactly.
So Deathstroke is affecting|the iron in the bloodstream.
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and cutting off the flow to the heart.
|- Since there's less iron in your "blood.
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he" couldn't kill you as easily.
Although he has dangerously altered|your blood chemistry.
- Meaning?|- Meaning that if your blood.
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doesn't get a chance to repair "itself.
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I" can't promise you that another bout|with Deathstroke wouldn't kill you.
Certainly, anyone without super powers|doesn't stand a chance.
Lois? - I want you to rethink this interview.
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something very sensible and very.
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|- True, which is this: The second that you see Gendell|in person, you become a target.
- I don't know if I can stop him.
|- This is the interview of a lifetime.
- And I appreciate that.
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when I say I have to do it.
Then we're gonna have to|figure out a way.
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to stop Deathstroke|by tomorrow at noon.
Dr.
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Do you have any|scientific records available.
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on magnetics research? STAR Labs maintains|a fairly complete archive.
Can you trace who might have done this|research for Gendell Technologies? Agent Rawlins said something|about a possible revenge motive.
Maybe this is a grudge against Gendell.
- I hate Gendell.
|- I know you do, sweetheart.
Hold still.
I think the hatred has gotten you|through the years.
Through the pain, the rehabilitation.
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Well, hate has made my career possible.
Of course it has.
|You're not a killer by nature.
But I do take pride in my work.
|I may not like retirement.
Honey, you can still take a little job|now and then.
It's running all over the world|that drives me crazy.
Okay, I'm finished.
But stay in the polarity circle|until you get into a suit.
How am I doing? The fight with Superman|definitely drained you.
But that's because|you just finished a kill.
I realigned your parallel|and anti-parallel currents.
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so you should be fine.
|- And if I go up against Superman again? - Assuming I'm fully charged?|- I don't think it'll be a problem.
Listen, you ever think about the guy? I mean, he's a lot like me.
He's always on a mission,|wears a special suit.
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But yours is so much nicer, Bobby.
And like me, "he's.
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different from anyone else.
Except he's isolated.
And we have each other.
So we're lucky.
Come over here.
- Why?|- Because I can't come over there.
If I step out of this stupid circle|without my suit.
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magnetism will probably go nuts and|everything in the room will stick to me.
It's not magnetism|that makes me stick to you.
Now, just once I'd like to be|this close without a polarity circle.
Oh, come on, honey.
I like to think of a polarity circle|as our place.
Are you okay? Just a.
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Just a little winded.
We should have canceled tonight.
Maybe we should have canceled tonight.
Maybe I should be off flying around,|looking for Deathstroke.
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you should call Dr.
Klein,|see what's going on.
This is how we got so isolated in the|first place.
We let our work run our lives.
Now we just have to face the fact that|we're both in high-risk "professions.
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and" we're gonna go have a nice dinner|with our new friends.
Yeah, you're right.
Now, we're not going to let this|make us crazy.
I want you to look nice.
- I think I just saw something very.
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This has been a crazy week|for Bob and me.
- You look a little tired, Clark.
|- I'm okay.
Just a little low on energy.
Bob too.
Yeah, a man died on me this morning.
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it must be terrible.
I just love the wood you chose|for these bookshelves.
Is it cherry? - It came with the house.
|- Well, you have quite a library.
Clark, do you remember that article|I wrote on my favorite books? They have all of them.
|What a coincidence.
Bob.
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do you smell something burning?|- What? In the kitchen.
Oh, yeah.
I hope it's not the cacciatore.
Be right back.
Clark, there's a secret compartment|behind this.
Come x-ray it, see what's inside.
- What?|- What? We may have to kill them both tonight.
I saw through the front window, Bob|was putting something away in there.
Come on, quick, before they come back.
- Why?|- Because it's a secret compartment.
I don't go around x-raying|everyone's secret compartments.
How many people do we know|that have secret compartments? - Good people, I mean.
|- We don't know that many people.
And we won't if we x-ray everyone.
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I saw the look in her eyes|when she was staring at those books.
- Maybe she doesn't like your books.
|- They're her books too.
They're my books too.
|That's when it hit me.
She likes the same books as me,|the same foods as me.
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and why are they always so eager|to see us again? Nobody is that eager to see us again.
That's why you're suspicious, honey?|Because someone likes us? And when did they start liking us?|When I started talking to Grant Gendell.
And what do all the murder victims|have in common? A link to Grant Gendell.
- Hors d'oeuvres?|- Carol.
Thank you.
You should've seen the way they looked|at me.
I'm telling you, they know! Okay, we're going to have to calm down.
|It's no time to get emotional.
Look who's not getting emotional.
Okay.
We're going to have to|take a deep breath and just.
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- Relax, all right?|- There's something in that wall.
I saw it.
Okay.
They have a secret.
|We have a secret too.
They fit the profile.
Everything|you told me about Deathstroke.
Think about it, Lois, so do we.
If Bob and Carol are the kind|of friends we want.
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we have to respect and honor|their friendship.
You don't really want me to do it,|do you? Well.
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Maybe it's been so long|since I've had a friend, I forgot how.
You're right.
I have to stop|being so suspicious of everyone.
- There you go.
|- Because there's no need to be.
No one can stop us.
Rage and hatred like ours is unstoppable.
It's too bad about the Kents, though.
|I rather like them.
Well, I've gotten used to them.
Well, sooner than later,|we'll murder them.
But for right now.
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let's enjoy the evening.
Dinner is served.
That looks great.
Well, Bob's the cook.
|I'm practically useless in the kitchen.
Seriously? You too.
Well, to good friends.
To good friends, who will maybe remain|friends for the rest of our lives.
I couldn't have put it better myself.
Any minute.
He's calling any minute.
I don't know.
I mean, sewers and tunnels|are cool, but railroad tracks.
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- There's the trains for one thing.
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|- Jimmy, pick up line three.
Hold on.
City room.
Hold on.
Lois! Dr.
Klein on line three.
- Now?|- I got it, honey.
- I think I may have turned up something.
Six years ago.
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a man named Earl Gregg was|performing experiments in magnetics.
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at one of Grant Gendell's companies.
Well, the experiment went awry|and Gregg's body was "flooded.
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with microscopic magnetized particles.
I'm faxing you the background.
- I'm waiting, Miss Lane.
I'm outside the "Daily Planet" now.
All the terms of our agreement|are in effect.
If I sense any change of heart|on your part.
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the interview will be terminated.
Mr.
Gendell supports me entirely in this.
He's here.
Give me a sec.
|Superman's tagging along too.
No one is to be tagging along.
This also will be grounds|for terminating the interview.
Now, assuming all that is agreeable.
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grab your notepad.
Once again, recording devices|are unacceptable.
You have 40 seconds to reach the car.
- I gotta go.
|- Hang on, there's a fax coming in that.
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Thirty-five seconds, Miss Lane.
If you can't make it, I'll be happy to tell|Mr.
Gendell that you're too busy.
- I gotta go.
|- Okay.
I'm right behind you! This fax could tell us|who we're dealing with.
- This is it.
|- The start of our new lives.
- You sure you're okay?|- I am if you are.
Dr.
Klein, can you hold on|one second, please? How did this Mr.
Gregg survive? A fellow researcher created a suit which|brought his condition under control.
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as long as the suit remains intact.
from Gendell Technologies.
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and cut him off without a cent.
So, what did the guy do? He married the woman|who made the suit, for one thing.
The two of them exhibited classic signs|of disgruntled-postal-worker syndrome.
undying revenge against Grant Gendell.
Oh, no.
Bob and Carol.
Why are we stopping here? Because we are precisely where|we should be.
Grant Gendell lives here? I get it.
These aren't really street people,|they're undercover bodyguards? No, they're street people.
Well, where's your security? Our security is in only hiring people|we can trust.
But you don't trust anybody.
Exactly.
Where's the last place you'd look|for the richest man in Metropolis? The worst street in town.
It's the one thing the Army taught me|that was worth a damn.
The best camouflage is plain sight.
- Mr.
Gendell.
|- Fine, thanks.
Of course.
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everything is different now.
|I'm a different man.
- I want the world to know it too.
|- Well, that's fine.
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I want to say my piece.
Miss Lane,|I want to live out there again.
I want to make up for all|the bad things I've done.
I'm donating my entire fortune|to charity.
- That's very.
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|- Money's made a prisoner of me.
I'm locked in here 24 hours a day,|paranoid.
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crazy, Denzler driving me nuts.
Ice Station Zebra.
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again, I suddenly realized,|"What have I got to be afraid of?" - Well, a lot.
|- Exactly, nothing.
Mr.
Gendell, I don't want to alarm you,|but do you have any bodyguards? Used to have a whole platoon.
|Useless, every single one of them.
Fired the last one two years ago.
My security, Miss Lane, is all up there.
Well, reassuring as that is,|there's an assassin named "Deathstroke.
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and" he's killing everyone|that knows you.
And we think that he's after.
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- What's that?|- Superman.
I figured out who Deathstroke is, Lois.
Bob? Bob and Carol? - Do you recognize these people, sir?|- No, I'm afraid not.
Earl Gregg and his wife were employed|by you six years ago.
He suffered a terrible accident|and received no compensation from.
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The mighty and powerful|Gendell Technologies.
- Deathstroke.
|- Superman.
- Carol.
|- Lois.
- Bob.
|- She recognizes me.
I always said the glasses|weren't enough of a disguise.
Your plan is blown, Bob, Carol.
It's over.
You have no idea what the plan is.
Everyone who knows|Grant Gendell is dead.
And you what, replace your|medical records with his? You take over his life.
Who'd know? Siphon off his fortune and disappear|in style.
Something like that? They do know what the plan is.
That's it? You want to be me?|What are you, brain dead? Take a look around you, kids,|I live in a cube.
Mr.
Gendell, I don't think|this is the time.
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Believe me, how you've lived and how|we'll live are two different things.
- Here, honey.
|- All right.
All right.
All right.
Looking for a rematch, Superman? Trust me, you can't handle it.
Carol, stop them.
They'll kill each other! No! No! The suit is all|that contains his power! Bob! Bob.
Do you know what it's like seeing your|husband go through a thing like that? Yeah.
I have a pretty good idea.
Hi.
The police told me|where I could find you.
How are you? Let's just say I've had better days.
Haven't we all.
- I just want to say, I wish.
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we're sorry about the way|it turned out.
- You mean, sorry you got caught.
|- No.
Well, yes.
Okay, yes.
But sorry about the circumstances too.
If Bob hadn't been|in an industrial accident.
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if" his body weren't a ball of horrific|power, if we weren't "scientists.
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turned paupers,|turned international assassins.
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if" we weren't consumed|by bitterness and rage.
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we" might've been friends.
- That's a lot of "ifs.
"|- Yeah.
And I didn't really like your taste|in books that much either.
- Bye, Carol.
|- Bob.
- Lois.
|- Clark.
And I bought four great tickets for the|Buffalo-Metropolis football game.
Well, you were right|about Bob and Carol.
Yep, but you busted them.
|So we're even.
- Love.
|- What a waste.
Yeah.
Tell me about it.
You guys okay? - Candy dumped me like yesterday's rice.
|- Aurora's moving to Beirut.
Well, I guess we won't be double-dating|any time soon.
Well, to tell you the truth, chief.
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I think our double-dating days are: Miss Lane! Mr.
Gendell.
I just came by to thank you|for reintroducing me to the world.
And I was wondering if you|and your husband would join.
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Connie and me for dinner? - Thanks, but we're not going to do any.
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|- We'd love to.
We would? Well, of course you would.
|Take it from me: Get out, take a few risks, live.
Exactly.
Well, all right, then.
Sure.
Say, have you heard this song about|the fly in some girl's chardonnay? Now, unless they rewrote the dictionary,|I see nothing ironic about that.
However, a recluse who finally decides|to come out of hiding.
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on" the very day he's almost killed.
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|- That's ironic.
- Do you like the Bills, Mr.
Gendell?|- I have to.
I own them.
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