All language subtitles for Lois & Clark S04E18

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!

Witnesses described her actions
as grossly excessive...

... which has only added to the fear
that she's either a vigilante...

... 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...

...then make you look like a hero
by helping to defeat her.

No small obstacle for a man
who in reality is...

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?

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Okay, thanks.

The coroner said Martinelli
was strangled.

There had to be somebody else in there.

That's impossible,
there were no windows...

...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... it.

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...

...from a company called
Caribbean lmports 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 lmports.

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.S. 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...
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...

...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...
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.
- I know.

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.
- Apparently.

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...

...the final pieces of LexCorp
in our control...

...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...

...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...

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...

...we haven't been talking much
about having kids.

Yeah, as soon as
we get back from Atlantic City...

...I'll call Dr. Klein.
- Okay.

Because I think before we decide about
having kids, we should find out if we can.

You know what, I think that is a...

Hello.

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...

...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...

...I would be very interested in them.
- You got it.

- Well, bye.
- Bye-bye.

Is there something else?

Yeah, you and I have...

...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...

...if this woman and I got serious...
- Is this anyone I know?

Do you think we'd have enough
biological compatibility...

...to have children?
- What?

Well, the thing is...

...while in many ways you resemble
an Earth human...

...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...

...any relations with your honey...

...must be conducted with caution.
- Of course.

- You know what I mean by "caution"?
- Yeah.

Okay. All right.

- Thanks.
- Oh, yeah, oh, yeah.

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...

...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...

...was on the same payroll plan
as Martinelli...

...200 thou from Caribbean lmports.

If both men were involved with Vixen,
this was probably their fee.

If you find anything on
Caribbean lmports, 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...

...and he's handing it to you
on a silver platter.

Perry and I think you should be
the one to interview Peter Massey...

...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...

...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.
- Front desk, please.

- 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...

...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.

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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...

...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...

...but you try that again
and the antidote goes down the drain.

Any chance you had
for a normal life goes with it...

...and you remain as you are.

- Understand?
- Yes.

We're on the same team, Hanson.

Need I remind you
that your present condition...

...is the result of
the accident you suffered...

...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.

Think of it, son.
The secret that could make us...

... 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...

...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 r�sum�
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...

...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...

...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...

...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.

And then...

You come out of something like that...

...with such an appreciation...

...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...

...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...

...can I talk to you for a moment?
- Sure.

I just wanted to say that I'm extremely...

...extremely sorry for what happened
at the convention.

- At the convention...?
- Let me finish.

I'm sure Lois told you about it,
and I don't want to beat a dead horse...

...but you should know,
that she definitely put me in my place...

...and nothing like this will happen again.
- Nothing like...?

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...

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...

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.

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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...

...Caribbean lmports.

Caribbean lmports keeps coming up.

Do we know anything
about this company...

...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...

...so it's probably some kind of
shell company.

Try cross-referencing
Flemming's client list...

...with anyone even remotely attached
to any of those little businesses.

All right.

- Is C.K. all right?
- Yeah, why?

Well, he and Leslie were talking
and he looked kind of upset.

After all these years, I was shocked...

Making progress?

Slow, but sure.

Think of it, son.

The secret that could make us
the most powerful men on Earth.

- You've found his secret?
- Listen.

The only thing that's ever rivaled
our power was Superman.

But what better way to neutralize him
than to possess his deepest secret.

- That of his true identity.
- He knew?

Evidently.

After all these years, I was shocked
but somewhat amused to discover...

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.
- Born for it?

I put all this in your hands.

And as for Lois Lane...

Just remember our goal.

To drive a wedge
between Lois and Clark.

Of course. But the added dividend is...

Well, she claimed to be angry
with me last night, but I don't know...

...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. Luthor...

...none of us will get
exactly what we want.

I heard there was another strangulation.

- Do the police have any leads?
- No. But, Leslie...

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...

...and announced you hit on me?
- You have every reason to be angry...

...but hear me out.
- Oh, well, this ought to be good.

I've only known you and Clark
for a week or so...

...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...

...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...

...it then became something.
- So it is something.

He was drinking and made a mistake for
which he is humiliated and apologetic...

...and he didn't want this
infinitesimal incident...

...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...

...out of the cross-reference
you wanted...

...on all those Caribbean lmports
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.

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So Caribbean lmports 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...

...was exposed to
isotope bombardment...

...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.

"Bayview Finance,
Metropolis Waste Disposal...

...Armstrong Capital Group. "
- Where?

I'm just... I'm thinking out loud.

"Luckaby Enterprises. "

Pull up everything you can
on Luckaby Enterprises.

- Hello.
- Hi.

Listen, we got hold of a photo
of this Walter O'Neil.

Turns out he was the owner
of Caribbean Enterprises.

So he was the guy
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...?

This has nothing to do
with Atlantic City.

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.
- Good night.

We can go through this
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...

...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...

...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...

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...

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...

...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...

...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...

...poised to take over
Lex Luthor's empire.

And from what you're telling me,
he just might be...

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...

...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...

...you can actually hear him speaking.

You restored the recording.

When have I ever failed you, master?

After all these years, I was shocked
but somewhat amused to discover...

... that Superman had been masquerading
as my other nemesis.

The beloved of my dear Lois.

None other than Clark Kent.