Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman s04e16 Episode Script

So maybe the chef's recipes were|authentic, but our waiter's "accent.
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" I think the closest he's ever been to Italy|was watching "Godfather, Part III.
" Hey, let's just forget|picking up these file disks.
We're not gonna get|any work done tonight, anyway.
You know what pasta does to me.
You want me to leave my work here? What if the building burns down?|What if it explodes? That's been known to happen.
Then I would have to|start from scratch.
Better safe than sorry.
Can you say "obsessive"? I'm obsessively in love|with Clark Kent.
Happy birthday.
Thank you.
But it's not officially|my birthday until tomorrow.
Well, it must be tomorrow|somewhere in the world.
What? There's a crisis? Bank robbery? Terrorist strike? - Ribbon-cutting.
|- What? I completely forgot.
Superman promised|to be at a hospital reopening.
You can work tonight, after all.
A hospital reopening?|It's the middle of the night.
Not in New Zealand.
- It's only gonna be a couple of hours.
|- But, Clark.
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No, Clark! Surprise! Forget it.
It's just me again.
Lois, this is the second time.
I know, I know.
I'm gonna make this happen, though.
|I swear.
Clark and I have to get better|about our scheduling, that's all.
Well, maybe by the time you|pull this off, I'll actually have a date.
Probably not.
Good morning, Diticom.
Girl, what is with all this|Superman stuff? You gotta be kidding me, right? Honey, when are you gonna get out|in the world and meet a real man? They don't come any realer|than Superman, Doris.
Penny.
You're a beautiful girl.
|You're smart, you're educated.
You have your pick of guys.
|Why waste your time on some fantasy? He's not a fantasy, Doris.
Underneath all that spandex|beats the heart of a man.
Are you still laboring|under the theory.
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that Superman has some|sort of "secret identity" or something? How else would someone like him ever|hope to lead any kind of normal life? If that's true, I don't how you expect|to find out what it is.
By using modern criminology|techniques.
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I constructed a psychological|profile of the Man Of Steel.
I've taken that profile and factored in|my theory of a secret identity: Early to mid-20's, possibly 30's.
Probably a professional|connected to mass communication.
I've fed this information|into the computer.
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cross-referenced with all|we know about Superman.
At this point, it becomes|simply about numbers.
If you ask me,|it's just a waste of time.
I'll see you later.
Talk to me, computer.
"James Olsen, 97 percent Superman.
" Let's see if we can make it 100.
See that, Steve-o? That's what we'll be capable of|after your mission Thursday.
Yeah.
Yeah, that's what|I wanted to talk to you about.
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You're having second thoughts.
|It's natural.
But remember our dream, Steve-o.
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former President Borman's dream.
His vision of a strategic|defense system.
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would have ushered in|a whole new era of peace.
No country or leader would ever again|think of warring on its neighbor.
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for fear of instant annihilation.
Instead, the Annihilator just floats|silently above us, unfinished.
Maybe people just aren't meant|to have that kind of power.
You ever think about that? Maybe Congress was right|to pull the plug.
No.
If the United States government|is unwilling to do what is necessary.
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I will do it for them.
No longer will there be|relative morality.
There will be absolute morality.
Mine.
Well, you're gonna have to do it|without me.
I decided to go through with this mission|the way that NASA has it on the books.
What? Steve-o.
They want to destroy|my satellite platform.
Steve-o.
We need to test|the pulse converter prototype.
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before the real one goes up|Thursday, Peters.
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and" I've just decided|on the ideal target.
A high-profile astronaut doesn't just|disappear 36 hours before a mission.
Exactly.
I want you and Clark|on this yesterday.
Where is Clark? Dry cleaner's.
|They gave him the wrong shirts.
Oh, boy.
Look at that.
Superman cleaned up that toxic waste|this morning.
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he still has time to tee off.
- You gotta hand it to that guy.
|- Sure do.
- Hey.
|- There's the birthday boy.
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Sorry I'm late.
|- Golf, huh? Yeah.
It was for charity, for the kids.
|Superman couldn't really say no.
- Doesn't seem to be in his vocabulary.
|- What do you mean? - Nothing.
Here.
|- What's this? Missing astronaut.
|Captain Steve McBride.
NASA has no clue where he is.
|They found some ashy residue.
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in the street where his car was|parked.
Police Forensics is typing it.
McBride was scheduled|for a mission Thursday? Maybe somebody wanted him|off the flight roster.
We should talk to NASA, see what kind|of mission that shuttle was going on.
- James Olsen.
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" My name is Penny Barnebeedian.
I'm a student at Metropolis University.
|Journalism major.
One assignment is to interview|a working journalist.
I was wondering.
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Lane and Kent are on a story right now,|Miss Barnebeedian.
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but if you want to leave a number.
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|- Oh, no, no, no.
Not them.
You.
I want to interview you.
- Do you know what it is I do here?|- I thought you would tell me over lunch.
- Lunch?|- You do eat lunch, don't you? - Yeah.
|- "Good.
" - The Roma Café, 1:00.
|- All right.
Bye.
Engage the soundproofing.
What did you find out? The shuttle launch is going|as per schedule.
And they've already replaced|Captain McBride.
Which is exactly what we have to do.
|Who's the new boy? Shirley Farnum.
When that shuttle goes up, we've gotta|make sure she's working for us.
Use the same channels you used|to procure McBride.
But, Mr.
Grady, sir, that took time.
We have less than 36 hours this time.
If that shuttle goes up|and we don't have a ringer "onboard.
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our" satellite's going to be destroyed,|along with any hope for world peace.
Thanks for coming to speak to us,|Mr.
Paladin.
Well, that's what|the Federal Office of Information is for.
Your office describes|the upcoming space mission as routine.
Yes.
Yes, you'll find|no headline there, Ms Lane.
McBride was taking an outmoded|weather satellite out of service.
With 6000 manmade objects|floating around out there.
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it's pretty crowded.
|- Tell me about it.
Do you know anyone who might|want to harm McBride? Of course not.
So, what we have here is|a man that everyone liked.
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On a perfectly routine mission.
- Who suddenly vanishes into thin air.
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the Office of Information|seems to have anything but.
An internal investigation|is being conducted.
Oh, great.
Could you tell us|the nature of the investigation? Certainly.
It's internal.
Now, if you'll excuse me.
|Thank you for the coffee, by the way.
Gee, that went great.
James Olsen? Jimmy.
Just "Jimmy.
" - I thought you'd be taller.
|- I can be taller.
Right.
The boots.
You wanna get a table? Yeah, yeah.
Table would be good.
Table, please.
So when exactly did you start|working at the "Daily Planet?" A little over four years ago.
|I started as an office grunt.
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moved up to photo assistant.
|I've worked my way up the ranks.
So now I'm a junior assistant|city editor.
You and Lois Lane, you get along? Oh, yeah.
Lois and I, we're total buds.
And Superman? - What about him?|- You and he.
Close? - Like this.
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|- And what about other relationships? I imagine in your line of work,|it's tough to maintain a romance.
Romance?|It's funny you bring that up.
This last year alone,|there's been a lot.
I mean, not a lot.
|"Several" is the wrong word.
You know, it's just that,|in my line of work.
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my schedule is so unpredictable|that most women.
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My social life's in the pits,|to be honest.
Look out! Excuse me, I better call 911.
Thank you, Superman.
I'm sorry I ran off like that.
I'll confess, Jimmy.
|I don't have much of a social life myself.
But that's because I've been|waiting for that certain someone.
Here's my number.
You were wonderful.
I can't wait to see you|in your blue suit again.
I don't even own a blue "suit.
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but" I'll definitely get one.
I got copies|of McBride's phone records.
How you doing? Any luck? One late alimony payment|and a parking ticket.
No enemies.
Everybody loved this guy.
If Steve McBride was running from|something, I have no idea what it was.
Unless, of course.
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You don't think he was playing|a golf tournament.
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and forgot to tell anybody about it?|- Oh, you're still mad about that.
I was never mad.
- Honey, you were mad.
|- Okay, maybe I was.
It's not just the golf tournaments.
It's the charities, it's the visiting|the troops, it's the hospital reopenings.
- We hardly ever see each other.
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It's always a busy couple of weeks.
And I know there are certain disasters|that are unavoidable.
But these public appearances? Lois, it's all just part|of what Superman does.
I just think we need to prioritize.
Do you realize it's been over a week|since we've made love? Eight days, six hours,|four minutes and two seconds.
- But who's counting?|- Look, I set aside a day just for us.
I checked both our books.
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and the 16th is wide open.
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- I've got it all planned.
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|- Sweetheart.
- What?|- Is that the book you checked? Yeah.
I looked in this book.
- This is your day planner.
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Here.
You have two books? Superman has a day planner? Could you say that a little louder?|I don't think everybody heard you.
You're booked into the next century.
Most of those dates|aren't even confirmed yet.
I promise you, we can work this out.
You've got something on the 16th.
Hey, Jimmy, how you doing? Nice suit.
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blue.
|- Thanks, I'm kind of breaking it in.
I got a date tonight.
|This girl, she made the first move.
She made all the moves.
Of course, maybe it's because|I wasn't completely honest with her.
I embellished some things|about myself.
That's perfectly normal.
Everybody does that|in the getting-to-know-you phase.
Right.
Oh, this fax just came for you.
- Thanks.
|- What is it? That ashy residue at the scene|of McBride's disappearance.
- They figure out what it was?|- Yeah.
- Steve McBride.
|- What? How? Local forensics don't know how,|so they turned it over to the FBI.
- Special Weapons Division.
|- Weapons? Why do I get the feeling|McBride's shuttle "mission.
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isn't as routine|as everyone's saying? - Excuse me.
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|- Mr.
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I'd" like you to take a look|at something.
That's the FBI's special report|on the ashy substance.
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at the scene of the disappearance.
My office is not issuing|a statement at this time.
Captain McBride was murdered,|Mr.
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The FBI thinks that those ashes were the|result of some sort of military weapon.
Captain McBride wasn't going up to|destroy some weather satellite, was he? Look, I know he was|a friend of yours.
I'm just trying to find out|what happened to him.
The satellite he was going to destroy|was part of an obsolete weapons system.
Ten years ago, the government initiated|the design of a powerful defense satellite.
The Annihilator.
|Yeah, but it was never built.
Well, yes and no.
It was never finished.
The satellite platform was actually|put into orbit.
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but the power source,|the pulse converter, was never built.
- That's what this mission's about?|- Yes.
We're quashing the platform|to be rid of it.
Even plans for the pulse converter|were destroyed.
What if someone copied these plans.
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and they actually built this thing?|- It's useless to them.
They'd have no way|of getting to the satellite.
Unless, of course they bribed|an astronaut.
So this pulse converter.
|What kind of destruction is it capable of? It reduces a target of any size.
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to ashes.
Sir, perhaps vaporizing Captain McBride|was the wrong approach.
People are asking questions.
It makes it very difficult|to get near the other astronauts.
If the disappearance of one lousy|astronaut gets this much heat.
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just think of the reaction|when an entire state disappears.
A state, sir? Simply having the Annihilator operational|is not enough to ensure world peace.
The public has to see it in action,|got to witness what it's capable "of.
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by vaporizing, say.
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West Virginia.
But, sir, people live in West Virginia.
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When the world sees|what the Annihilator can do.
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nations will beat their swords|into plowshares.
And mankind will live in perfect,|blessed brotherhood.
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or I will blast the hell out of them.
- I had a wonderful time tonight.
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I can't believe you ordered in French.
|Neither could the waiter.
I mean, it was a steak house.
Well, I've had a lot of time to brush up|on things like foreign languages.
When you've got no social life,|you have that luxury.
You know, I don't understand that.
I'd think a girl like you|would have a lot of dates.
It's not like|I don't get asked out by guys.
I do.
All the time.
Some have been dweebs,|some have actually been pretty nice.
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but none were you.
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Mr.
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Penny, about me being|junior assistant city editor.
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That's not exactly my real job.
- I know.
|- You do? Jimmy, I haven't been totally honest|with you, either.
You haven't? Come with me.
|I want to show you something.
I work here.
I'm not really|a university student, Jimmy.
You're not? Then "why.
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?" Soundproofing.
Just in case.
Are we gonna be making|a lot of noise? The walls have ears.
I know how important it is|that no one finds out.
Well, actually.
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What? I mean, look at all the trouble|you've gone to.
It's brilliant, frankly.
What better secret identity|than some newspaper schmo? Who would ever guess that|nobody office grunt Jimmy Olsen.
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was really.
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Superman? Wait a minute.
You think "I'm.
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|- All that searching, all that waiting.
All those times I said no.
|It was worth it.
Penny, I probably|heard you wrong, but.
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You seem to think I'm Superman.
It took me two years,|several thousand bytes of information.
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and" Diticom's state-of-the-art|computer system.
But I did it.
|You were a 97 percent match.
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Really, 97 percent?|- And even then, I wasn't "sure.
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until yesterday,|when you turned into him.
But don't worry, I won't tell anyone.
Your secret's safe with me.
- It is?|- Yes.
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so Ionely? - It's hell.
|- Oh, Superman.
Honeybraun Industries|had the Annihilator contract.
After Congress pulled the plug,|Honeybraun went belly-up.
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and was sold off, piece by piece.
Which means whoever got ahold|of those blueprints.
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was one of several buyers.
- Catching up on your correspondence?|- It just takes me a minute.
- What's all this?|- It's fan mail.
I knew you got postcards.
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and an occasional batch|of oatmeal scotchies, but this.
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The post office holds anything|that's addressed to Superman.
Every couple of months,|I sort of fly by and pick it up.
I learn more about you every day.
An awful lot of people|want to hear from Superman.
Sick kids, Ionely folks.
Are these from the sick or the Ionely|or both? I get a little of that too.
Well, it must be a kick|to be adored like that.
Well, it's not so much that, honey.
I mean, but the cards, the postcards,|the letters, the charity functions.
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they do serve a purpose.
I see so much of the bad in people.
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crime and violence.
But to see the good things,|it sort of recharges my spirit.
Just like the sun recharges|Superman's "powers.
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well, these small things,|they sort of recharge me.
I thought I did that.
Honey, you sustain me.
- Help! Superman!|- Oh, someone's in trouble.
They're calling for help.
Help! Superman! Help! Superman! What seems to be the trouble, miss? - Miss, miss, please.
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And I won't ever cry wolf again,|but after you left tonight, I just.
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I had to see you in that suit.
Excuse me.
|You seem to be healthy and strong.
I have to fly now.
Excuse me.
Mr.
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and the leverage we need|to get him.
- Morning.
|- Morning.
I talked to my contact in the FEC.
She's gonna get me a list of the buyers|that purchased pieces of Honeybraun.
- We should have it this afternoon.
|- Good.
You got home late last night.
Yeah.
Oil fire in Detroit.
Lois, I just want to say I'm sorry.
Oh, no, you don't have to.
|I was wrong.
No, you weren't.
|When I was flying around last night.
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I had a chance to think.
|You were right.
We're married now and,|well, Superman can't go "off.
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and attend every single event|and charity function that he's invited to.
True.
But I can understand how|Superman needs to experience the good.
And I want you to have that, Clark.
Because when you fly home to me,|I want you to be okay.
Is that lipstick? Yeah.
It's weird, because the soot|from the oil fire came right out.
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but this is not.
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Oh, there was a crazy woman|who sort of attacked me.
But, I mean, I got away.
|It was no big deal.
It's just, she was: - Well, good.
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There's a letter you missed last night.
- What is it?|- An event at the Regent Hotel.
Ladies' Overseas Aid.
- They're a very worthy charity.
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Oh, no, no.
They're really "a.
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|I have heard of them.
- You should do it.
|- Honey, I gotta prioritize.
Besides, I think I should really spend my|time with much more important things.
But I'm telling you|that this is really important.
And then Superman would feel all|the good and you'd be able.
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But I just.
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I'm your wife.
|I think you should take it.
- I just think you should.
|- Honey, why.
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Her? That's Superman's girlfriend? - Peggy?|- Penny, sir.
And yes.
Absolutely.
|I saw her with my own eyes.
- Are you sure this is gonna work?|- It's a time-honored tradition.
We hold his woman captive|and threaten to kill her.
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if" he doesn't do our bidding.
Yes, but it won't|come to that, Peters.
When Superman sees what we're about,|world peace for right-thinking people.
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he'll gladly help us.
|He'll fly directly to that "satellite.
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and install|the pulse converter for us.
Perhaps, sir.
But just in case, we must|be willing to make good on our threat.
Of course.
Superman's girlfriend|working in my secretarial pool.
Who would have thought? Chief.
It's all arranged.
- What is?|- Clark's surprise party.
Saturday at the Regent Hotel.
Just tell them at the front desk that|you're with Ladies' Overseas Aid.
- Okay.
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Okay, thank you very much.
Hey.
So your contact came through.
These are all the records of where every|single piece of Honeybraun Industries.
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ended up after liquidation.
So somewhere in this mess is the name|of the person we're looking for.
- Well, let's dig in.
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Oh, also, I called the Ladies'|Overseas Aid office to confirm.
- You called them?|- Yeah.
But they didn't even know that|they'd asked Superman to speak.
Their function isn't at The Regent.
- It's at the Civic Center.
|- The Civic Center.
- Saturday?|- Yeah.
- Where you going?|- I've gotta cancel something.
Penny? Hi.
Hi, it's me.
So I was thinking Chinese tonight.
|What do you think? Great, great.
I know this terrific place.
Where? Peking?|That's actually in China, right? Yeah.
Penny, I was thinking|we should stick to Metropolis tonight.
Well, there's nothing I can do.
It's gonna be a couple minutes.
Too bad you can't tell them who you are.
|I bet we'd be seated right away.
Well, Penny, I made a solemn oath to|only use my powers for good, never for.
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dinner.
|- So, honey, what was it like? - Fighting that oil fire?|- Oil fire? Don't be so modest.
|It was on the 6:00 news.
It was.
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God! Hot.
The desperate cries of doomed men.
It must be so painful at times,|being you.
It is.
I hope that doesn't make me|less of a man in your eyes.
Are you kidding? That narrows it down to LemCo,|Farber Industries.
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MacNamn Systems and|Diticom Technologies.
Okay.
I'll take Farber and LemCo,|you take MacNamn and Diticom.
Hey, that's Jimmy.
That must be his Juliet of the week.
- Lois.
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Hi.
Lois.
Oh, Lois Lane, Clark,|this is Penny Barnebeedian.
- Hello.
|- Barnes.
- What?|- My name's not Barnebeedian.
It's Barnes.
I lied about that.
Ms.
Lane, it's a pleasure.
Well, this is great.
|We can all sit together.
Oh, actually, you know what,|they're really full.
- I bet we wouldn't be able.
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|- Nonsense, I can get a table.
Su Lee.
Four for dinner? - Great.
Table's ready.
|- Right this way.
Excuse me.
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|- She's adorable, don't you think? A little weird, but cute.
Remember the other night,|that lipstick stain on my suit? Yeah, you said some crazy woman.
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- Isn't she something?|- Yeah.
Something.
So, Penny.
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how did you meet Jimmy?|- I was interviewing him.
It was an assignment|for her Journalism class.
- So you're a Journalism major?|- No.
- You're not?|- No.
It was all a lie.
Really? Well, you're nothing|if not honest.
I just wanted to meet him.
Excuse me.
Clark, I know you can hear me.
about this woman.
She lies to Jimmy about|being a college student.
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so interested in him.
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but we know that|she's spending her "nights.
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Clumsy me.
So go on.
You were saying? - I was?|- Oh, yes.
- You were telling us what it is you do.
|- Oh, I'm a secretary.
- Really? Where?|- Diticom Technologies.
That's just ridiculous.
I'm so sorry.
You should see her with silverware.
|It's not a pretty sight.
So we'll just take it away.
something weird about her.
Now, how suspicious is this?|Last night, she lands a lip lock on you.
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to work for.
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resurrecting the Annihilator? Coincidence? I think not.
Excuse me, I just.
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Your friends are lovely.
Lois, come back to the table.
There is something very weird|going on here.
No kidding.
Don't you think maybe|you're "overreacting.
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because this woman|kissed me last night? - Yeah.
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I admit, that bit does not|endear her to me.
- But what about the Diticom connection?|- "Help!" - What?|- I gotta go.
- Go where?|- Got to go.
Found them.
Honey, did you put money|in the parking meter? I better go check on that.
Excuse me.
Oh, great, the office.
I wonder what|the big emergency is this time.
- Copier out of toner?|- I'll come with you.
No, no, you stay with Ms.
Lane.
|I'll be back.
- So, what do you think?|- I think I left the gas on at home.
Tell Clark I went to check on it.
- Kung pao chicken.
|- Spicy broccoli with snow peas.
Sautéed fillet fish.
Mr.
Grady.
Someone paged me? - What's going on?|- Mr.
Grady was thinking.
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seeing how you and Superman|are so close.
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maybe he could help us out.
So why don't you|give Superman a call.
Set up a meeting.
Get away from me! - Come here.
That's it!|- When my boyfriend hears about this.
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I don't think he's gonna find out.
|Now stop.
Stop! Stand still.
Come back here.
Lois Lane, intrepid reporter.
|And another close friend of Superman's.
What do you know? We have so much leverage now.
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I" just don't see how|Superman will be able to resist.
Mr.
Grady appreciates|your help, Penny.
Your assistance will be remembered|at holiday bonus time.
He made me do it, Ms.
Lane.
Go ahead, Penny.
|Scream your guts out for your boyfriend.
No one will hear you now.
Penny, you said he made you do it.
|Do what? - He made me call Superman.
|- What? - But I just got his machine.
|- Pardon me? Oh, nothing.
I'm sorry.
|This is all my fault.
Oh, God.
Penny, it's not the time to panic.
|It'll be okay.
Now, what did they want you|to tell Superman? To meet Mr.
Grady on the roof.
Something about|"installing a pulse converter" ".
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" - Okay.
Now is the time to panic.
|- Oh, God.
or you'll never see Lois or me again.
Superman! Superman! - Help!|- Jimmy, what is it? I did a terrible thing.
I didn't actually|do it, but I didn't undo it.
- I sort of let this girl think I was you.
|- What? It all happened so fast.
|I was a 97 percent match, apparently.
I just.
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This girl is so pretty.
I mean,|she really likes me.
Really likes me.
I guess she likes you,|but she thought I was you.
In a way, she likes me.
|I was afraid to tell the truth.
I figured being Jimmy Olsen|wasn't good enough for her.
- You were a 97 percent match?|- Yeah.
- Really?|- Yeah.
Jimmy, listen, living someone else's life|can be fun for a while.
But eventually, you have to|live your own life.
- Sure.
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|- lf you and this girl.
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are meant to be,|that should be enough.
I understand.
But you don't understand.
|Wait.
It's gotten a little dicey.
I just checked my messages.
|Penny's being held captive with Lois.
- What?|- You're supposed "to.
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fly to the roof of Diticom towers|and wait for further instructions, or else.
Did you hear what I said? Quiet.
I'm trying to listen.
Nothing.
She's not calling for me,|or maybe she's not able to.
Or maybe she's being held somewhere|where you couldn't hear her calling you.
One, two, three.
- Good? Are you good?|- Yeah.
Yeah.
Okay.
Now, if we can just get to|that soundproofing device.
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a" couple of healthy, "Help,|Supermans," and we'll be home free.
Here's the rhythm: Go.
- Good.
Oh, we're there.
|- Yeah.
- All right.
|- Here we go.
- Got it.
|- The blue one.
He changed it.
- Wrong thing.
|- Yeah.
All right, let me get it.
- I got it! I got it.
Okay.
|- Okay.
- "Holodeck activated.
"|- That's not good.
- No, no.
|- Okay.
All right.
Backing up.
- No, God, not too fast.
|- "Pulse weapons systems activated.
" - That's not good either.
|- No, no.
- All right.
Duck.
|- I think duck, yeah.
Yes, duck, duck! When you called Superman,|what number did you use? - "one, ignition, lift-off.
" - Quite an extraordinary sight.
There it goes.
My shuttle launch.
Where are they? Evening, Superman.
I've been waiting for you.
If you'll just install my pulse converter|on its orbiting platform.
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you can take a little R and R,|fly to Mazatlán with your girl.
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get a little sun and|leave running the planet to me.
But once that shuttle reaches|the platform, all deals are off.
I've instructed my man to do away with|Lois Lane and that girl.
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if it gets there before you do.
Even if the Annihilator becomes|operational.
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once Lois and Penny are safe,|I'll just fly up there and rip it apart.
Not unless you've been outrunning|the speed of light lately.
I'll be monitoring.
|If you even get near it: Vaporization of North America?|On your shoulders.
Locked.
- I knew Superman would find us.
|- He did? Superman! Hon! Over here! But that's "not.
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" You think Superman is Jimmy Olsen? I know it's shocking, Ms.
Lane,|seeing as you work with him every day.
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but, yes, Jimmy Olsen is really|the Man of Steel.
Girlfriend, we're not out of this yet.
- Jimmy!|- Jimmy, help! They're soundproofed.
Now get us out of here.
The door's locked.
I can't open it.
Jimmy! Where's that remote? I suggest you make a decision,|Superman.
I already have.
Oh, God.
I hope Superman|doesn't hurt him too badly.
I can't watch.
Thank you, Superman.
|We've just ushered in the "future.
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for, well, almost everyone.
Maybe next time,|West Virginia will take more time.
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coming up with an original name.
Hi.
All right, that's enough.
Bye-bye, kid.
It's been fun.
Superman, honey, I knew you'd come.
Wait a minute.
You aren't Superman? I'm sorry, Penny.
I'm sorry I'm not what|you thought I was.
But you lied to me.
|What kind of a person are you? The things I told you.
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|And you never were.
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You really are just some normal guy,|aren't you? Yeah.
Wait a minute.
He had a gun.
You could have been killed.
Well, that was one of the more|interesting birthdays I've had.
I'm sorry, Clark, I really tried|to pull off a party for you.
- It's okay.
I like this better, anyway.
|- You sure? - Yeah.
Just you and me.
|- Alone at last.
Surprise! I figured the only way to throw|a surprise party for you.
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was to surprise both of you.
So did it work? Are you surprised? - Well, yeah, yeah.
|- Stunned.
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