Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman s04e19 Episode Script

"Previously on" Lois & "Clark:" Lex Luthor said in his final|communication.
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that" he'd uncovered a secret.
the most powerful men on Earth.
If this woman and I got serious.
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do" you think we'd have enough|biological compatibility.
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to have children?|- What? Hello, sweetheart.
Hello, Lois.
It's a wonderful feeling|when you finally find that special person.
I was born for this.
I put all this in your hands.
Lex only had one son|and he's gone.
Lois, we don't know|how many sons Lex had.
We're both going to have|exactly what we want.
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.
You restored the recording.
but somewhat amused to discover.
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as my other nemesis.
The beloved of my dear Lois.
None other than Clark Kent.
Clark Kent is Superman.
Clark Kent is Superman.
Clark Kent is Superman.
In a way, too perfect.
Monster.
No thing of beauty like Superman.
But things of beauty never last.
- Hi, honey.
|- Hi.
What'd you find out in Australia? Plenty.
Leslie Luckaby doesn't really exist.
So there's a chance he is|Lex Luthor Jr.
Yeah.
What I could|come up with was this: Leslie's life seemed to start|about five years ago.
Before that,|it was just blips and shadows.
I've been checking what happened|to all of Lex Luthor's bank accounts.
- And?|- Frozen before his death.
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with only one way to access them.
|- An heir.
Yeah.
Oh, Clark, maybe we're wrong.
Lex wasn't old enough|to have a son Leslie's age.
Who knows how old Lex was? The guy was a master of deception.
I think the larger question here is.
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if Leslie is the son.
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why is he lying? And does he know|that you're "Superman.
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like his father did? And what does he want? I'll tell you what I want.
|I want action.
Superman's been in Australia.
He's been asking questions about me.
|When do we get rid of him? - That was never part of the plan.
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No, no.
The plan is far more elegant.
Superman is going to become.
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an employee of LexCorp.
And you.
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You are going to marry Lois Lane.
Here's that LexCorp research|you asked for.
Lot of money changing hands.
Oh, there sure is.
The world's most romantic husband|strikes again.
He's the best.
Hey, do me a favor,|call this lawyer in Washington.
- See if he minds me asking questions.
|- Got it.
Well, I'll tell you, this is a first for me.
|Not only do I get a good news headline.
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but" it's about my new boss.
"Phone company gives rate "break.
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first in 20 years,|thanks to new owner Luckaby.
" I know I was pretty shocked to see|the hikes LexTel made over the years.
You were shocked?|Every time I get that phone bill.
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I'm" looking in there|for a ransom note.
Oh, Lois, honey, can you take the story|on this phone thing? Sounds like Leslie here's|got lots of plans for his company.
I'll bet he does.
Lovely.
From an admirer? So when do you want|to do the interview? Now? Step in to my temporary office? Is this tension I'm picking up?|You're still angry? To tell you the truth,|I don't know what I "am.
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other than a reporter|who's assigned a story.
Really.
At the very least,|I thought we were friends.
- What are you doing here?|- It's your new suit, sir.
I told the tailor that he'd not get a cent|until you personally approved it.
- I'm sure it's fine.
|- Oh, it's a masterpiece, sir.
Miss Lane.
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Iook at this workmanship.
It's very nice.
Feel the fabric, Miss Lane.
It's a beauty.
Miss Lane doesn't want to feel|the fabric.
Miss Lane and I wish to be left alone.
Very well, sir.
As you wish.
I just feel a thing of beauty.
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deserves to be admired.
That will be all, Mr.
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Well, now, where were we? Could we finish this later, Leslie? - Hey, you.
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Oh, guess what.
Seven of Lex Luthor's major cash|accounts have been accessed.
- By an heir.
|- Was it Leslie? I don't know.
Let's ask him.
Oh, by the way, thanks.
- You're welcome.
For what?|- The rose.
I didn't get you a rose.
You know, I think this would be|an excellent time to confront Leslie.
There's been an explosion.
Don't do anything till I get back.
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- What did it, Superman?|- All I could find was this.
Oh, you're not leaving? - Afraid so, late for lunch.
|- What about the interview? We hardworking reporters,|we have deadlines.
Well, I suppose I could be a little later.
- Dr.
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|- Whatever it is, it'll have to wait.
Sorry, I'm catching a plane to Barbados.
It's important.
|There was an explosion downtown.
Between you, Lois, Clark and this lab.
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I" haven't had a vacation|in five years.
This shouldn't take too long.
|It's a mechanism from the explosive.
There's something else|that I haven't done in, "well.
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not quite five years, but close.
Her name is Carolyn.
I met her at a chemical-weapons|seminar.
Lives are at risk here.
She is waiting for me, right now,|in a shack on the beach.
She's a particle physicist from MIT.
She's 25 and she thinks I'm a god.
If you could look at this.
|It's incredibly sophisticated.
- I've never seen anything like it.
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She actually e-mailed those words|into my hard drive, so.
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A Nelberg processor.
Look at that.
Where did you get a Nelberg?|Those are highly classified.
Listen, I could fly your friend up.
She could spend a couple|of days in Metropolis.
And then when you're done,|I could fly both of you.
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down to the islands,|no charge, myself.
Yeah, yeah.
That would be wonderful.
Listen, let me run|a couple of tests on this thing.
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Tests, perfect.
|- Oh, oh.
Speaking of tests.
The ones we ran on you? First batch of results came in|and, I must say, looks encouraging.
Great.
So then it seems like|it's possible for me to have children? Well, there is one last test I need to run.
- It'll only take a moment.
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Can we do it right now? Well.
Right, yeah.
Okay.
Well, then, why don't you just|step down the hall into that little room.
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and" we'll go from there.
- Which little room?|- That little room there.
- Just me?|- Just you.
- Alone?|- Alone.
- What's in the room?|- Nothing's in the room.
- Nothing.
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- All right, a couple of magazines.
|- Oh, okay.
I don't understand.
What exactly is|supposed to happen in there? Oh, God, I could be on a plane right now.
Well, I don't mean to be evasive|about my background.
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I'm" just a very private person.
Private is one thing.
A life that only starts five years ago|is another.
Well, we all have secrets, don't we? This is about you, Leslie.
We both know what this is about.
You're so smart, Lois.
I knew the minute we met|you'd figure it "out.
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I" just didn't know it'd be this fast.
Figure out your real name, you mean? - Lex.
|- Luthor Jr.
It's even a little hard for me to say.
Must not be much fun to hear.
What do you want here?|Why have you lied to everyone? I didn't see much of my father,|growing up.
I was raised and educated|behind high walls.
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where my father visited me once.
Just once.
And he'd asked me: "Do you believe the sins of the "father.
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are" visited upon the son?" I told him I didn't know.
And he said: "You'd better hope not, for your sake.
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That was the last time I ever saw him.
I'm not my father, Lois.
Well, you have a lot in common.
An elastic sense of truth, for one.
I'll tell the world who I am now,|if that's what you want.
- And finish what I came here to do.
|- Which is what? Make up for everything he did|to the world, and to you.
Lois, I didn't choose my name,|my father.
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or the life he left me.
I want to do good.
And I want you.
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to know how much|I need your understanding.
This is news, Leslie.
Big news.
But if you want us to wait so you can|put it into your own words, we will.
- Thank you.
|- One last thing.
Don't give me flowers.
|It upsets me.
It upsets my husband.
- Flowers?|- The rose on my desk.
I didn't send you a rose, Lois.
Don't give her roses.
It upsets her.
Upsets her or you? You're getting carried away|with your play-acting.
Nice performance just now, by the way.
Lois seemed suitably moved.
How do you know?|You weren't even there.
Oh, I was there.
I don't understand.
You'll be getting a call|from the authorities.
- I blew up a building this afternoon.
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and the union leaders|they were meeting secretly with.
No more of this nonsense|about LexCorp going union.
But of course, you'll publicly say|what a tragedy it all is.
I'll write it all down for you, don't worry.
What's all this? This is the way I was able to know|everything you said to Lois.
Watch.
This is a neural scanner.
Every person's brain gives off|a kind of frequency.
It's like each of us is broadcasting|sound and pictures.
This specifically locks onto the frequency|of those sounds and pictures.
And this shows us|what's being beamed out.
I scanned Lois and locked into her.
You mean, this.
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? The world, as seen and heard|by Lois Lane.
I don't believe it.
for some more of those tests today.
Oh, good.
When do we find out? Few days.
These pieces here are starting to fit.
Lex Luthor Jr.
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Mother died in childbirth.
Lex Sr.
Sent him to Australia.
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where not another living soul|has seen him since.
Well, I don't know,|I can't help feeling sorry for him.
I got this feeling|there's something else going on here.
It's a feeling deep in the pit|of my stomach.
I used to get it when Lex would smile.
- She is an incredible woman, isn't she?|- Oh, yes.
She is that.
I must admit, at first|I didn't like her very much.
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|- What? I think I've never felt quite this way|about a woman.
Can't tell you how much|I'm looking forward to marriage.
Listen to me.
You are a lucky man.
Lucky I found you|bussing tables at that café.
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hoping for an acting break.
Lucky I educated and trained you.
Lucky I handed you the world's|most powerful corporation.
- Fine.
Take it easy.
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so the lines of truth and fiction|don't blur and cause your luck to change.
You pretend to love Lois Lane.
I am in love with Lois Lane.
You play Lex Luthor Jr.
I am Lex Luthor Jr.
Never forget that.
My God, the way you're inside her.
It's the only time you seem|halfway human.
Aren't you late for a facial? You can make fun of me all you want.
|Call me lucky, whatever.
But check out your competition.
My last name is Luthor.
|I have no competition.
What I have is power.
And good thing.
Look in a mirror one of these days.
You forget your place, busboy.
No, you forget yours.
I have had it|with you ordering me around.
I am not your employee anymore.
- I'm your partner.
|- Really? We may know you're really Lex Jr.
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And they won't.
Because I finally realized|that you can't exist up there.
You're too hideous.
Too terrified.
You can only experience life|through me.
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you'll experience it to the hilt|because that's what I'll be doing.
Enjoy the ride,|but don't order me around anymore.
I'd like to introduce myself.
My name is Lex Luthor Jr.
- What?|- What did he say? Funny, I thought that would be|much harder to say.
In fact, it feels like a weight being lifted.
Like light being let into a dark place.
But there's a reason Shakespeare wrote: This above all else,|to thine own self be true.
Just hate that Shakespeare guy,|he's always right.
I present to you.
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Luthor Tower.
Today, we start a new age.
The name Luthor|no longer synonymous with greed.
In addition to the already announced|phone-rate rollbacks.
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my utility companies will be|cutting all power and water bills.
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by one-third.
Yes! Yeah! But of course, this is just the beginning.
And money is the least of the debt my|family owes to the citizens of Metropolis.
From this moment on,|everything I do will prove that.
Well, whatever his name is,|he certainly knows how to work a crowd.
I can't quite get my head around this.
Lex Luthor's son.
You can't get your head around it.
Yeah, but listen to these people.
|He's got something they like.
It's money.
He's throwing it at them.
- But you're not buying.
|- You are? - Clark Kent.
|- Guys, it's like he said.
It's not his fault who his father was.
|Give him a chance.
Thank you.
Detective Henderson.
|They've ID'd two of the "bodies.
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from the blast site.
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And the other two? They're "still.
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putting the pieces together.
|- Judas Priest.
All right, we'll see you|back at the factory.
Lois, Clark.
We never did get around|to that interview.
Well.
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I guess we could hear your plans|for LexCorp.
It got to be like a nightmare.
Everywhere I'd go, the second people|heard my name, there'd be this look.
Fear.
Hate.
So one day I just gave another name.
No reaction.
It was like a game at first, but I felt.
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I" don't know,|like I was getting a whole new start.
I'll say this for him.
|He knows the script.
your father's empire.
Essentially using the money and the|resources that he made criminally.
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To serve all people.
Yes, Clark, you've hit|the essence of my goal.
There's still the missing years|in your background.
- Yes.
|- Do you care to fill us in? Well, it's all very simple.
You see, I'm a Masai warrior.
- Pardon?|- Masai warrior? Good God, he's off the script.
You know, the African tribe.
Yes, we know the tribe.
Just you don't seem to fit the "typical.
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membership profile.
|- I don't like to talk about it much.
They're a people I feel a great|and powerful kinship with.
Don't you have to kill a lion with|your bare hands to be one of those guys? Yes.
- You did this?|- It's a powerful and cleansing experience.
Oh, my God.
No, no, no.
You idiot.
Shut up.
And it taught me: Feel the moment.
You're losing sight of our objective.
Lois.
Lois Lane.
Don't speak.
Don't move.
Only you can hear me.
I see everything you see.
Hear everything you hear.
- They're nomadic.
|- No, they move around a lot.
- Honey, you okay?|- What? Tell him you're fine.
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or" I tell the world he's Superman.
- Oh, my God.
|- What? Tell him you have to go.
- Tell him you have a headache.
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Yes.
- Lois, you okay?|- The pain can be much worse.
And it can last far longer.
It can also kill you.
|Don't make me punish you, Lois.
Stand up.
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- Okay, then we'll go.
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It's okay, Clark, I just need|to go home and lie down.
- Honey, are you sure you're okay?|- Yeah, you just finish up with Lex.
Are you still there? I'm here, Lois.
What did you do to her? Because of your arrogant recklessness.
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I have to make my move now.
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so" they don't find out|that you're "nothing.
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but an ego-driven, imbecilic impostor.
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who" can't stick|to a well-written script.
And in case I didn't make it clear|the last time? Do not, for a single moment.
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think that your marriage to Lois|is anything but a performance.
She's mine.
Don't threaten me.
You need me.
I'm you.
I don't need anyone.
And if you want me to prove that,|keep pushing.
Now.
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do what you were hired to do.
Hello? Hello? Oh, my God, I'm going nuts.
No, Lois.
I'm sorry I frightened you.
And I'm sorry I had to hurt you.
It is my fondest hope|that from this moment on.
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our relationship will be|the definition of serenity.
- What do you want?|- "I want a great deal.
" But I'm also prepared|to give a great deal.
Look, if you're trying to bully me,|you picked the wrong girl.
I picked the smartest,|most beautiful woman in the world.
You picked somebody who|doesn't like being told what to do.
Believe me, I've taken that into account.
The pain is unbearable, isn 't it, Lois? It's unbearable for me|to see you like this.
- That's enough.
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the only reality for you now|is my voice.
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Cut it out.
- This pain.
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and its relief.
Now stand up, and do exactly|what I tell you when Clark walks in.
Lois? Lois? Oh, there you are.
How you feeling? Any better? Clark, I have something to tell you.
Sure.
Are you going somewhere? Our marriage isn't working.
What? I'm leaving you.
I want a divorce.
Lois, what's going on? I said, our marriage isn't working.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
But you're not walking out that door|without telling me.
Oh, this is magnificent.
My father only dreamt|of a moment like this.
Something is going on here.
I don 't know what it is, but something is.
It's very simple, Clark.
I told you, I'm not happy.
So you don't love me? - No.
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Good, Lois, very good.
I know that was difficult for you.
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but his pain is as important|to me as yours.
I love you.
Now, go to the door.
Open it.
And tell him.
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Clark, don't you or Superman follow me.
I mean it.
If you do, you'll never see me again.
- Jimmy, has Lois been here?|- No.
Where's Leslie?|Or Lex, whatever his name is.
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Clark.
What the sam hill is going on? Leslie.
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Lex.
He was just here.
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that she was leaving you.
|- Did he? Yeah, he did, son.
And he said that.
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That she was gonna marry him.
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- Hello?|- Clark.
- I'm trying to reach Superman.
|- I can get a message to him.
Well, first of all, I'm so grateful|he brought Carolyn up.
She's been a huge help in all of this.
That's great.
the inducer coil, pumpkin.
Thanks, honeybunch.
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Oh, sorry.
Well, this is a pretty|complex little device he brought me.
It receives a signal,|telling it to set off the explosive.
It also sends signals back.
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acknowledging the instructions.
I'll have Superman call,|soon as I find him.
So, what I'm saying is.
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that if I can get this thing|to transmit a signal.
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it's" possible he could trace it back|to whoever set off the bomb.
That's great.
Okay, thank you very much.
Jimmy.
Did Inspector Henderson|ID those bodies from the explosion? Yeah.
Some supervisors|from the LexCorp factory.
They were meeting with union leaders.
Probably to unionize LexCorp.
Maybe somebody didn't want|that to happen.
Like Lex Luthor Jr.
- Where you going?|- I'm gonna find Lois.
Call Dr.
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Tell him I wanna know.
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|- Okay.
It doesn't get any more|romantic than this, Lois.
I bought out the whole place.
For us.
- Impressed?|- Yes.
- Yes.
|- I'm glad you like it.
I live to make you happy.
You know that.
That's our song.
- Dance?|- Go to hell.
Say, "Yes, I'd love to.
" Yes.
I'd love to.
What a perfect evening.
Just the way I always pictured it.
Do you realize we're a king and queen? We have an empire at our feet.
We have resources without limit.
Our lives bounded only.
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by our imaginations.
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|- Beginning to see it.
It sounds wonderful.
I wish to God you'd say|those words to me and mean them.
Stick to the script.
Stick to the script.
I promise you a romance unrivaled|by any in history.
No god ever had|a more exalted place.
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than yours in my heart.
Say you love me.
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Say it, Lois.
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- No!|- Oh, the hell with this.
Did he tell you to do that? No, that was all me.
Bring me back to the master at once.
Bring me back to the master at once.
- Enough of this.
|- Do it! All right, stop.
No more.
So you see, my dear,|I am actually Lex Jr.
I thought a more presentable version|of myself might be appealing to you.
But clearly, this is not working.
Let her go.
You couldn't just say your lines|and collect your check.
- You had to want her yourself.
|- You would have killed her.
Oh, one must prepare.
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to risk everything, Daddy always said.
Why do you want me?|You can force me to say things.
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but" you know I don't mean them.
|- But I believe things can change.
And after years without sunlight.
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or human contact.
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even I may look good.
- What are you talking about?|- The plan has changed.
If I can't live up there,|she'll live down here.
The empire will be headquartered here.
And I shall rule by memoranda.
And you.
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You are dismissed.
Okay.
Okay.
This just got way out of hand.
Not tough without this thing, are you? Can't make her whimper and whisper|sweet nothings into your ear.
Give it to me.
Come on, tough guy, come on.
How about this?|How about we let her choose.
Lois, which one of us do you like better? No, I'll make it easier.
Which one of us doesn't make you|want to sprint to the toilet? You ugly, revolting, rotting cadaver.
Now, you might as well let her go.
Your big ace in the hole|is about to flow into the sewer.
Give it to me.
Shoot me and it's gone.
I'm gambling you're as empty|and cowardly as I think you are.
Busboy.
Okay, okay.
Don't shoot.
Good help is so hard to find.
My Lois.
Don't do that.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I must learn to be gentle.
I will, over time.
Lois, I can't bear this silence.
Tell me what you want me to say.
Isn't that how it works? You mean.
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this.
Tell me what you're thinking.
The truth.
Without reprisal.
I was thinking: My God, what did he do to you? - Who?|- Your father.
To turn you into this.
I was a bitter disappointment|for my father.
I was raised alone, in shadows.
But I'm not alone anymore.
You'll always be alone.
Don't waste your energy hating me.
I don't hate you.
I feel sorry for you.
Like your father, you want everything|and can give nothing.
That is what being alone is.
I could learn to love you.
- You could teach me.
|- I can't teach you to love.
- I don't love you.
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You've wasted all this time|thinking it's your "looks.
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but" it's not your looks, it's your soul.
|It doesn't exist.
- Stop it.
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the most I could ever do.
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is pity you.
- Is the transmitter working?|- Yeah.
Well, I hope so.
|I just have to solder these two wires.
- Would you get the soldering iron?|- Sure.
Here.
All right.
Here goes.
Well? Nothing.
I don't understand.
Doc, Lois Lane's life depends on this.
Oh, honey, look.
The oscillating transponder,|its polarity is reversed.
Is she great? She's fantastic.
Can we.
.
.
? Oh, yeah.
Latitude 47.
55, longitude 38.
69.
That's right under the "Daily Planet.
" Clark.
Oh, Clark.
Clark.
- Are you okay?|- Smith is really Lex Luthor, not Leslie.
He's controlling my mind|with some sort of device.
- It's here somewhere.
|- This what you're looking for? Don't even think about|taking her out of here.
- Stop.
Stop!|- Absolutely.
But remember, I can kill her in an instant.
Well.
.
.
.
.
.
Lois in my power.
Superman held at bay.
And the reason I'll succeed|where my father failed is backup.
If one system doesn't stop you,|the other will.
A force field.
If a hand so much as touches it.
.
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a bomb will explode, destroying|everyone in the streets above.
Well, wouldn't your father be proud.
His son turned out to be as sick|and deranged as he was.
- Thank you.
|- What is it that you want.
.
.
.
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Junior?|- You, as my employee.
You'll help rebuild LexCorp.
You'll take out my enemies,|or my garbage, whichever I want.
You'll do anything I ask.
Because you're cursed|with a flaw I don't have.
You can love.
- And you love her.
|- I do.
I love her enough to know|that she could never exist like this.
But she will.
You both will.
No.
It ends here.
You think she'd be better off dead? Lois.
I think you know what I'm about to do.
Yeah.
I think I do.
What's going on? Look, I'm warning you.
All right, enough of this.
What have you done? It's over.
Are you insane? - You killed her.
|- She'd rather "die.
.
.
" .
.
.
than live her life as your prisoner.
- So would I.
|- Oh, no.
You're not gonna die.
You'll live with the deaths|of everyone above us on your hands.
Long as I don't touch you,|the bomb doesn't go off.
Do I get the rules? And let's see where|it's all controlled from? Stop! I'll set it off myself.
Get her out of here, Superman.
Let me disarm the.
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.
No! Lois.
Well, at least we know what|tonight's headline is gonna be.
Okay, Lois, here we go.
Come on, Lois, we've done this before.
Lois? Lois? Come on, breathe.
Breathe.
Did it.
.
.
? Did it.
.
.
? It worked.
It's over, it's over.
How you feeling? Better.
Now, you just stay put.
I told Perry we're taking the day off.
Looks like they got the paper|printed without us.
Can I make you breakfast or anything? No.
Actually, I think I need you|to warm me up some more.
Okay.
You know, every time I think|there is nothing more.
.
.
.
.
.
that could possibly happen to us.
.
.
I know.
I'm not gonna fight it anymore.
|That's us.
Our lives are just.
.
.
What? Weird? No.
Come on.
Our lives are just.
.
.
? What's the word I'm searching for? - "Help! Superman!"|- Oh, I know.
I gotta go.
Someone's in trouble.
Perfect.