Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman s04e18 Episode Script

"Previously on" Lois and "Clark:" - Nice cape.
|- Who are you? I am Vixen.
I eradicate evil, just like you.
What's the deal with this babe? She had a head start on me.
|I couldn't catch up with her.
All I know is, she's fast.
- Fast?|- Superman fast.
Lois, Clark, I want you all|to meet somebody.
Mr.
Luckaby,|he's the new owner of the "Daily Planet.
" New owner? There's just something about the guy|that I don't trust, I guess.
His name is Leslie Luckaby.
- When do you want the hit made?|- Tonight.
Hey, Luckaby! as grossly excessive.
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that she's either a vigilante.
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or an out-of-control superhero.
Just get on with your mission.
Get Luckaby.
Superman may be onto you by now.
- You know what to do.
|- Destroy him? That's right.
|Now, go.
You're a machine? She fulfilled the primary objective|flawlessly: To take revenge on|those traitorous CEOs.
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then make you look like a hero|by helping to defeat her.
No small obstacle for a man|who in reality is.
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The son of Lex Luthor.
They're going to kill me.
- "You gotta do something.
"|- Who is gonna kill you? The people who made Vixen|are going to kill me.
Who are they,|and why are they gonna kill you? Please, you've got to protect me.
Where are you right now? I'm in my office.
The door's locked,|there's no other way in.
Dr.
Martinelli? Doctor? Hello, doctor? Dr.
Martinelli, what is it? Somebody, something.
God, no! Dr.
Martinelli? Are you in there, Dr.
Martinelli? Okay, thanks.
The coroner said Martinelli|was strangled.
There had to be somebody else in there.
That's impossible,|there were no windows.
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and the door was locked|and barricaded.
According to the police reports.
- What've you got on him?|- Dr.
Angelo Martinelli.
Expert in bioelectronics,|specializing in fiber optics.
He said whoever made Vixen|was going to kill him.
So maybe Martinelli had something to do|with designing her or.
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Now he's dead, along with the heads of|four of the top corporations in Metropolis.
I got something else on him.
He received over $200,000|in the last year.
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from a company called|Caribbean Imports in the Cayman Islands.
Cayman Islands? Bet that money's been washed so often|you can't see the presidents.
Jimmy, dig up what you can|on Caribbean Imports.
See if there's been any other|recent deaths like Martinelli's.
Murders with no visible signs of entry,|you got it.
Hey, you two.
Leslie here has got some great news.
Yesterday, Perry told me about|a convention in Atlantic City.
The International Association|of News Writers? - That's the one.
|- Very big deal.
I called the organizers and raised hell|that none of my people were invited.
Well, only a couple of U.
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Papers|are invited every year.
It'll be three this year.
I'd like you two to represent us.
It's a fantastic opportunity.
What do you say? Well, we're.
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|We're pretty busy working on this story.
Lois, I've seen you juggle four|or five assignments.
It's not like you're going|to be out of touch.
There are such things as telephones,|fax machines.
He has a point.
- Okay, we're in.
|- I'll let them know immediately.
Oh, if anyone needs me,|I'm holed up in "here.
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until they have|my office ready upstairs.
Leslie, thanks for using your clout|to muscle us in.
Well, I'm just the new kid|from down under, but I try.
"I'm just the new kid|from down under, but I try.
" What are you doing up here? Clearly, you have their trust, master.
Well, I suppose it's all|a matter of charisma.
It's a matter of cunning|and manipulation sir.
Mine.
And don't think for one moment|I'm not grateful.
What, after all, is the star,|without the supporting player? Leslie, I was wondering.
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|Oh, I'm sorry, I'm interrupting.
No, not at all.
Lois, I'd like you|to meet Mr.
Smith.
My onetime tutor, my valet,|my aide-de-camp.
Pleased to meet you.
Well, I can come back later.
I just wanted to ask you|about that flight.
Of course, my man here will have it|ready for you within the hour.
The police have no clues|in Dr.
Martinelli's death.
- You do very good work.
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Dr.
Rankin must be handled|with the same severity.
No one involved in the creation of Vixen|can be left alive.
Then I get the antidote.
Of course.
It's the 10: 15 to Park Ridge.
- It's getting worse.
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The sooner you take care of business,|the sooner we can help you.
Dr.
Rankin's already dead.
He just doesn't know it yet.
So, what exactly were you doing|at the "Planet" this morning? Checking up on me, were you? Did you think I wouldn't hold up my end? We are at a crucial point in the plan.
By the end of the week,|we should have.
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the final pieces of LexCorp|in our control.
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and everything and everyone|that can tie us to Vixen will be gone.
So it was the plan|that brought you topside.
Or did you just want to gaze|at Lois Lane? My God, you were practically drooling.
Is it my imagination|or are you more arrogant every day? That doesn't sound very respectful.
Should it? Well, we both have work to do.
Do you think it's still down here? Lex Luthor said in his final communication|that he'd uncovered a secret.
A secret so powerful.
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it could give us the world.
He died down here.
The secret must be here.
Buried under tons of rubble.
Well, best of luck.
I have a luncheon.
What the devil is going on here? Honey, it's just one night.
This from a man who brings|a change of clothes wherever he goes.
Well, I suppose I could leave this home.
If there's no room for that|in your suitcase.
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Yeah, look at that,|plenty of room for it in mine.
Hope you're not planning on|getting much sleep.
Furthest thing from my mind.
You know, with everything|that's been going "on.
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we" haven't been talking much|about having kids.
Yeah, as soon as|we get back from Atlantic City.
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I'll call Dr.
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Because I think before we decide about|having kids, we should find out if we can.
You know what, I think that is a.
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Hey, Jimmy.
- Murdered?|- Who was murdered? All right, thanks a lot.
A college professor|named Lawrence Rankin.
Let me guess.
His door was locked|from the inside and he was strangled.
So much for the convention.
No, no, no.
I'll check it out|and meet you in Atlantic City.
And actually,|I'll probably get there before you do.
A professor in the next office|heard a commotion and came over.
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to see if everything was okay,|but the door was locked.
When we got here, we found Rankin|lying on the floor, strangled.
- Sound familiar?|- Yeah.
Looks like he taught physiology.
He's supposed to be an expert in the field|of something called engineered bionics.
Engineered bionics?|You mind if I take a look around? This is an active crime scene.
|I can't let you touch anything.
Matt, look, I promise I will not touch|any of the evidence.
This is the second case of a person|in a locked room dying of strangulation.
Self-induced strangulation|is extremely rare.
What? It's true.
Well, apparently, also this Dr.
Rankin|was involved in building Vixen.
If you have any theories on what|might have killed these men.
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I would be very interested in them.
|- You got it.
- Well, bye.
|- Bye-bye.
Is there something else? Yeah, you and I have.
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a doctor-patient confidentiality, right? Absolutely.
What's on your mind? - A woman.
|- A woman? - I'm seeing one.
|- Seeing? You know, dating.
Dating? You're dating? Well, yeah, yeah.
|And I have a few questions.
No one has ever sat you down|and explained these things before? All right, what I'm about to say|may shock you.
No, no, no.
What I need to know is.
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if this woman and I got serious.
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|- Is this anyone I know? Do you think we'd have enough|biological compatibility.
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to have children?|- What? Well, the thing is.
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while in many ways you resemble|an Earth human.
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your biology is clearly different.
You couldn't donate blood, for instance.
Determining whether you could father|a child here would require careful testing.
Okay.
Meanwhile.
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any relations with your honey.
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must be conducted with caution.
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- You know what I mean by "caution"?|- Yeah.
Okay.
All right.
- Thanks.
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Who knew? I've been looking for you.
|Where have you been? I've been out just doing stuff.
|I thought I'd check in before I took off.
Here's what I got.
There have been eight deaths|behind locked doors.
Four self-inflicted gun shots,|two hangings.
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one asphyxiation|and one fiddleback spider bite.
In other words,|nothing that pertains to this case.
Zip, but I did find out|that Professor Rankin.
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was on the same payroll plan|as Martinelli.
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200 thou from Caribbean Imports.
If both men were involved with Vixen,|this was probably their fee.
If you find anything on|Caribbean Imports, call me.
- I'll be at the Atlantic Towers, okay?|- Clark.
I'm glad I caught you before you left.
You might want to consider|changing your final destination.
- What do you mean?|- Leslie has pulled off a journalistic coup.
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and" he's handing it to you|on a silver platter.
Perry and I think you should be|the one to interview Peter Massey.
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before his execution.
Massey? Every journalist in the world's|been chasing that story.
- How did you land it?|- Beginner's luck, I guess.
The only condition is, Massey insists|that you stay with him every minute.
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until he walks that final mile.
|Can you handle it? Absolutely.
What about Atlantic City|and the conference? It's your call, although Massey may|back out if it's not you he's talking to.
It would be quite a plus|for the "Planet," Clark.
Okay, absolutely.
Let me just|make a phone call.
One second.
- "Atlantic Towers Hotel.
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- "Desk.
"|- I'd like to leave a message for Lois Lane.
- "Yes, sir.
Who 's calling?"|- This is her husband.
Tell her that I have to go|to San Francisco on a story.
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and" I won't be able to make it.
|- "Yes, sir.
" Right.
Thank you.
And thank you very much|for this interview.
Just mention me in passing when|you're accepting your next Kerth Award.
Deal.
All right.
I'm on my way.
Atlantic Towers Hotel.
- Front desk, please.
|- "One moment, please.
" Just a second.
Hello, sweetheart.
Hello, Lois.
I do hope I'm not disturbing anything.
Oh, no, no.
Not at all.
Would you like to come in? I was just expecting Clark.
So I see.
Unfortunately, his plans changed.
His plans changed? At the last second,|I was able to buy Peter Massey's "story.
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and Clark is probably sitting with him|right now on death row.
Really? Massey? Wow, that's the interview of the year.
He didn't call and tell me.
Oh, didn't he? Well, it was all very last-minute.
He was rushing to make his plane.
And you decided to take his place.
I thought it would be a good idea|if I learned how to run it.
Plus, I was hoping that|I could take advantage of you.
Excuse me? Your contacts and good name.
You could introduce me to|some of the key people around here.
Sure, why not? Smith.
Rankin's dead.
Where's the antidote? Your work's not quite finished.
You hold out on me, you'll regret it.
I realize you're not|quite yourself, Hanson.
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but you try that again|and the antidote goes down the drain.
Any chance you had|for a normal life goes with it.
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and you remain as you are.
- Understand?|- Yes.
We're on the same team, Hanson.
Need I remind you|that your present condition.
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is the result of|the accident you suffered.
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while working for one of LexCorp's|most hated competitors.
- Walter O'Neil.
|- Walter O'Neil.
Is he the target? We have other plans for O'Neil.
I'll contact you later with a name.
Now, get out.
The secret that could make us.
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the most powerful men on Earth.
Oh, and, Jimmy, one more thing.
The second you get those|crime-scene photos, call me, okay? Thanks.
- Yeah?|- Lois, it's Leslie.
I need your help.
Coming.
Do you have any idea|how to tie one of these? Lucky for you, my father was all thumbs.
|Come in.
You'd think a man in my position|would know how to dress himself.
Bow ties are much more complicated|than corporate takeovers.
Here.
Have a seat.
You made quite an impression|out there today.
What do you mean? I've had at least a dozen "editors.
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tell me how fortunate I was|to have you, so to speak.
This end under.
No.
This end over, this end under.
You really are quite extraordinary.
Award-winning reporter,|worldly, can tie a bow tie.
Wind surf, rollerblade|and play the piano.
It's all listed on my résumé|under special skills.
Clark's a very lucky man.
Okay, turn around.
It's a wonderful feeling|when you finally find that special person.
- You better go, Mr.
Luckaby.
|- Please, let me apologize.
I don't know what got into me.
|This is a mistake.
You're right it's a mistake,|because one, I love my husband.
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and two, Clark is not someone|you want mad at you.
I don't want either of you|to be mad at me.
I honestly don't know|what came over me.
- Maybe it's the liquor.
|- Then maybe you shouldn't drink.
You're absolutely right|and I'm absolutely humiliated.
I guarantee you, Lois,|nothing like this will ever happen again.
It better not.
Lois.
Is it possible to keep this|just to ourselves? Clark and I don't have secrets.
It's Clark I'm thinking of.
Putting aside my humiliation.
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I" wouldn't want him to leave the "Planet"|just because of a moment's stupidity.
He has a brilliant career|ahead of him there.
- Hi.
|- Hi! - I just got in.
|- Me too.
Sorry I couldn't make it.
You were with Peter Massey.
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while I was in some $400-a-night suite|in Atlantic City.
I'm so jealous.
They just kept filing appeal|after appeal until morning.
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You come out of something like that.
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with such an appreciation.
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for life.
I'm a little surprised|you didn't call me to tell me.
- I did.
I left you a message at your hotel.
|- Oh, I didn't get it.
Really? I was going to call you again|from the prison.
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but I was locked inside that cell|with Massey all night.
I promised I'd get these down to photo,|but I want to swap stories.
I'll be back.
I'll be right here.
Clark.
How was the interview? It went very well.
It was intense, but I think I have enough|for a three- or four-parter.
Fantastic.
Listen.
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can I talk to you for a moment?|- Sure.
I just wanted to say that I'm "extremely.
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extremely sorry for what happened|at the convention.
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I'm sure Lois told you about it,|and I don't want to beat a dead "horse.
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but you should know,|that she definitely put me in my place.
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and nothing like this will happen again.
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? I have to go to a board meeting.
|We'll talk about this later? Talk about what? So where were we? I left you a message at your hotel|and you didn't get it "and.
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" I'm really sorry that I left you stranded.
- That's okay.
I wasn't exactly all alone.
|- You weren't? No, there must have been|300 reporters there.
And Leslie came.
Yeah? And.
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I introduced him to some people|and he pretty much went on his way.
That's it? I had dinner with Peter Jennings.
I was on the bed, he was on the TV.
There was one little thing|I wanted to talk to you about.
- "Help! No!"|- Someone's in trouble.
I gotta go.
Let's talk about this later.
And it just vanished? Okay, I'll talk to you later.
That was Clark.
Superman told him that he saw some|shadowy figure in the victim's office.
One second it was there,|the next, it disappeared.
Whoever killed Flemming|was some ghost? Could be.
|Nothing surprises me anymore.
So, what have you got on Flemming? Bigtime financial adviser.
Handled money|for the biggest names in town.
Oh, and look at this.
One of Flemming's "clients.
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Caribbean Imports.
Caribbean Imports keeps coming up.
Do we know anything|about this company.
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other than that everyone|associated with it ends up dead? Well, according to the chart, it's|made up of a bunch of tiny businesses.
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so" it's probably some kind of|shell company.
Try cross-referencing|Flemming's client "list.
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with anyone even remotely attached|to any of those little businesses.
All right.
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All right?|- Yeah, why? Well, he and Leslie were talking|and he looked kind of upset.
After all these years, I was shocked.
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Making progress? Slow, but sure.
Think of it, son.
the most powerful men on Earth.
- You've found his secret?|- Listen.
our power was Superman.
than to possess his deepest secret.
- "That of his true identity.
"|- He knew? Evidently.
but somewhat amused to discover.
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Discover what? Who is it? Hopefully I can recover the sound|so we can find out.
Everything is falling into place.
Do you know how people look at me?|With awe.
- I was born for this.
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And as for Lois Lane.
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Just remember our goal.
To drive a wedge|between Lois and Clark.
Of course.
But the added dividend is.
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there was something else in her eyes.
|- Stop it! Stop it.
I don't know why you're so upset.
We're both going to have|exactly what we want.
I need to get back to the "Daily Planet,"|pull the car around.
Well, Lex Luthor Jr.
Doesn't|drive himself, now does he? Did Hanson do his job? Paul Flemming is dead.
He arranged the payments to the men|who built Vixen, who are also dead.
That chapter is closed.
- Now will you give Hanson the antidote?|- There is no antidote.
Oh, marvelous.
Can we convince Hanson to stay on?|He's handy to have around.
Of course, what else would he do? Get a sideshow job at a carnival? I swore you'd regret holding out on me.
Mr.
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none of us will get|exactly what we want.
I heard there was another strangulation.
- Do the police have any leads?|- No.
But, Leslie.
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I'll be glad to brainstorm|with you and Clark.
I'm planning on working here|late tonight anyway.
Let's brainstorm about something else,|shall we? Like what you and Clark|talked about today.
Clark? Well, let's see.
I asked him how things went|with Massey.
Anything else? You mean our little incident.
- Did you mention that?|- I felt it was the right thing to do.
So you begged me not to say anything|to Clark about that little incident.
And yet, at your first opportunity,|you marched up to him.
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and announced you hit on me?|- You have every reason to be angry.
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but hear me out.
|- Oh, well, this ought to be good.
I've only known you and Clark|for a week or so.
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but I can tell you have a bond.
I assumed that you would have|told Clark what happened.
I felt I needed to speak to him|face-to-face, man-to-man.
I acted completely inappropriately.
Can you find it in your heart|to give me one more chance? I don't know.
I'm sure everything will be fine.
Clark is a very understanding person.
I don't understand.
Leslie said that you put him in his place,|which means that he was out of place.
So exactly which place was he in? He kind of made a pass at me.
- Kind of made a pass at you?|- There's no reason to be mad.
I don't know whether to be mad or not,|what happened? - It was nothing.
|- It was obviously something.
Something that Leslie felt|so guilty about.
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that he had to clear his conscience.
So I heard.
Which brings us back to|why you didn't tell me.
I tried to tell you earlier what happened,|which was that nothing happened.
But since he inexplicably came|running to you with that nothing.
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it then became something.
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He was drinking and made a mistake for|which he is humiliated and apologetic.
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to affect your working relationship.
Well, newsflash.
It has.
Which is why he didn't want to tell you.
- Well, then, so why did he?|- Because he thought I already had.
What? I'm sorry, Jimmy.
What? Yeah, okay.
Thanks.
It seems that one name popped up.
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out of the cross-reference|you wanted.
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on all those Caribbean Imports|companies.
Walter O'Neil.
- Walter O'Neil, the industrialist?|- Yeah.
Jimmy has a stack of information|at the "Planet.
" Maybe I should go take a look.
Okay.
I guess I'll just hang here|and see what I can get on the computer.
Yeah.
So Caribbean Imports was designed|as a shell company for Walter O'Neil.
And once I found that out, I dug into|O'Neil's corporation, I came across this.
Dr.
Edward Hanson.
He worked in a chemical division|for O'Neil Incorporated.
A few months ago,|he was involved in an accident.
What does this have to do with us? A lab assistant told the police|that Hanson.
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was exposed to|isotope bombardment.
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causing him to lose molecular density,|turning him into a ghost-like figure.
A ghost.
Or a shadow.
Just like the one Superman saw|in Flemming's office.
So this shadow killer used to work for|Walter O'Neil.
You think he still does? I'm near-sighted.
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"Luckaby Enterprises.
" Pull up everything you can|on Luckaby Enterprises.
- Hello.
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Listen, we got hold of a photo|of this Walter O'Neil.
of Caribbean Enterprises.
writing the checks for Vixen.
It shows a whole list of companies|that he was targeting for acquisition.
Which brings us to Luckaby.
Luckaby? As in Leslie Luckaby?|Oh, Clark, can't we just let this.
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I'll explain it all when I get home.
- Here's a listing of Luckaby's holdings.
|- Great.
- Jimmy, why don't you call it a night.
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as soon as I get home.
Yeah, I guess we do have a few|things to talk about when you get home.
I know.
The air needs clearing.
It's a little thick.
So when are you coming? - Clark?|- Hello? - The line went dead.
|- Maybe you forgot to pay your phone bill.
It happens to me all the time.
What is going on around here? No escape.
You aren't going anywhere.
You're the one that killed Dr.
Martinelli|and the others.
You're next, then the son.
Son? Whose son? The son of the man|who knows Superman's identity.
Hanson! You can't stop me.
Lois! The light, he's afraid of the light! He's gone.
His name was Hanson.
He worked for Walter O'Neil.
I found out the CEOs were heads of|companies O'Neil wanted to take over.
O'Neil used vixen to kill them, then|Hanson to kill the people that built her.
- We have to get to Leslie.
|- How is Leslie involved in all of this? As a potential victim.
His company|was next on the takeover list.
I think he said he was working late|at the "Planet" tonight.
Leslie.
It's Walter O'Neil.
I think I killed him.
What happened? He showed up|and said he wanted to buy me out.
I told him he was crazy|and he pulled out a gun.
Said either I sell|or end up like the others.
We struggled|and the next thing I knew.
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the gun went off.
|I can't believe I actually killed a person.
- A person who was trying to kill you.
|- But there were no witnesses.
You really believe the police|will believe me? We have evidence that O'Neil was behind|Vixen and the deaths of the CEOs.
And the shadow killer|and the other murders.
What would I do|without the two of you? - Clark, I owe you an apology.
|- No, no.
We can talk about this later.
If I've been responsible for any|misunderstandings between you.
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I sincerely, sincerely regret it.
|- Like I said, we can talk about it later.
Thank you, thank you both.
What a day.
What a week.
Honey, I'm sorry I got a little crazy|about the whole Leslie thing.
Well, I'm sorry that I drive men|so wild it even became an issue.
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you.
- I saw Dr.
Klein.
|- And? And he's gonna run some tests|and see if we're compatible.
- We're compatible.
|- You know what I mean.
I wonder what's gonna happen to all|of O'Neil's holdings now that he's dead.
You know, this list of companies|he took over.
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There's something so familiar about it.
Thank you.
Lex owned some of those.
- Lex Luthor?|- Why, yeah.
Once he showed me a whole diagram|of his kingdom.
I'd say that's about half of it.
And the other half was.
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Transportation, utilities,|phone company, broadcasting.
At one point, the "Daily Planet.
" Leslie Luckaby.
You're still suspicious of him? Let's just say he hasn't given me|a reason not to be.
Honey, Jimmy ran a list|of Leslie's other holdings.
Utilities, transportation,|phone company, broadcasting.
- The "Daily Planet.
"|- Put it all together and it's Lex's empire.
I mean, if Leslie should happen to|scoop up the other half from "O'Neil.
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LexCorp could live again.
But Leslie wasn't trying to take over,|O'Neil was.
- Leslie was his next victim.
|- Maybe.
Wait a second,|in all the confusion I almost forgot.
- What?|- The shadow creature.
When it was attacking me it said|the next person it was gonna kill.
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was the son of the man|who knew Superman's identity.
Lex knew Superman's identity.
- Oh, Clark, this is silly.
|- Is it? Well, Lex only had one son|and he's gone.
Lois, we don't know|how many sons Lex had.
All I know is,|some stranger shows up in Metropolis.
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poised to take over|Lex Luthor's empire.
And from what you're telling me,|he just might be.
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Lex Luthor's son.
You're alive, so I assume everything|went according to plan? It couldn't have gone better.
Lane and Kent found every piece|of evidence we planted.
Even the damning reflection|in the photo of O'Neil? Clark was particularly proud|of that piece of detection.
They're very good.
Good enough to lay everything|at the feet of O'Neil.
When this hits the paper tomorrow,|his entire empire will crumble.
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and" we'll be around|to pick up the pieces.
If you listen closely, you can hear|Lex laughing from his grave.
If you listen closer.
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you can actually hear him speaking.
You restored the recording.
When have I ever failed you, master? but somewhat amused to discover.
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as my other nemesis.
The beloved of my dear Lois.
None other than Clark Kent.