All language subtitles for Reign.of.the.Supermen.201

CAT: It's been six months
since Doomsday,

and the world is still shaken

by the death of Kal-El of Krypton.

Better known to us as Superman.

My guest is commentator
G. Gordon Godfrey.

Sir, you've written an editorial

in which you call on us
to reject so-called "Supers,"

and effectively become our own heroes.

We have an infestation, Cat.

It's out of control.

CAT: You're writing about
the mysterious new Supermen.

(BOTH GASP)

(CHUCKLING)

(GRUNTING)

Eric!

(GRUNTS)

(THUG GROANING)

GODFREY: Look, Cat, the reality is,

these are Supermen
we know nothing about.

But they're actually
making a difference.

Did they make a difference
to the Excalibur shuttle crew?

We already have difference-makers.

GORDON: The police--
CAT: The Justice League, the Titans.

(HORN HONKING)

(EXCLAIMS)

But, Cat, the point of my editorial

is to say that it's time
for human beings

to stop relying on Leagues and Titans,

and start saving ourselves.

So, we should each be our own Superman?

I mean, isn't that exactly what
these guys are doing?

Get a message to Mannheim.

Tell him Snakey Doyle's
got the business in-hand.

We'll see him in five to ten. (CHUCKLES)

(EXPLOSION)

Huh?

(SCREAMING)

GORDON: Stop fooling yourself, Cat.

The Man of Steel is dead.

We saw the body.

CAT: Before it vanished.

Look, we have no idea if
a Kryptonian can even die.

I mean, where's the body?

GODFREY: Who cares?

The real questions here
are far more pressing.

Who are these new guys?

Why are they here?

(EXPLOSION)

What is their place

in a world without a Superman?

PERRY: "Reign of the Supermen."

I hate it!

Buck up, Troupe.

Writing's fine, just a crap headline.
We'll fix it later.

Now, I want angles!

Sullivan?

Law enforcement angle.

Crime stats.
"Have the Supermen made us safer?"

I love it. Change "Law enforcement"
to "Millennials"

and "Crime stats” to "Re-tweets."

Are the Supermen trending? Troupe?

I was gonna go cover
the LexCorp charity gala tonight.

Wrong. You're covering the big launch
of the Justice League's Watchtower.

Have the new Supermen been invited?

Lombard?

I don't really think
there's a sports angle here.

I love it! Kent?

I meant the Kent angle.

"Missing persons following
the Doomsday attack.

"The search for survivors."

I think Lois is covering it, Chief.

Don't call me "Chief."

Lane, what have you got?

Great Caesar's ghost!

Where the hell's Lois Lane?

(SOBBING)

(GASPS)

MARTHA: It's okay, Lois.

We've got you.

Jimmy packed up his desk.

He has a box, but I haven't been
to the Planet since...

When I'm there,
it just reminds me he isn't.

I should've called.

I wanted to.

I'm just glad he finally fessed up.

It was such a big secret
to keep from you.

I loved him, too.

- I tried to tell him, but...
- Oh, honey...

He knew.

I just... I can't believe he's gone.

He might not be if you
watch that damn Grant woman.

Jonathan!

Clark's body disappears,

and suddenly these new Supermen
show up out of the blue.

What if one of them
really is Clark reborn?

Not possible.

I would know.

Of course. I just mean...

There are a lot of unanswered questions.

When Superman first
showed up in Metropolis,

nobody knew what to make of him,

because nobody knew what to ask him.

I knew what to ask him.

I know what to ask these guys!

I'm sorry, I gotta go.

(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

I'm glad you called.

I'm glad you came.

I was hoping you could help me.

I'm following--

I never thought of us
as rivals, you know.

Are we?

Kal-El and I had a special bond,

but you were the love
of Clark Kent's life.

Anyway, I'm relieved he
finally told you everything.

Apparently he didn't.

I'm sorry. For an Amazon,

I have surprisingly
few girlfriends here.

So, I'm bad at this.

It's okay. I don't have
many girlfriends either.

Anyway, the reason I called is that

I'm following the story
on the new Supermen

and I was hoping that

you or the League might have some
inside information on these guys.

Anonymous, deep background,

just to help me direct my efforts.

So, you didn't invite me here
to grieve with you?

As friends?

Not really, no.

Thank Hera!

Despite my reputation,
I'm not good at being touchy-feely.

Lois, I don't have anything
for you on the Supermen.

I wish I did.

Off the record,

the League's been stretched
very thin since we lost Kal.

I don't think the world realized
how much they depended on him.

I know the feeling.

No. I'm sorry, Lois.

- I didn't--
- That's fine. Really.

It feels good to talk
to someone who understands.

I'm sorry to bother you
about the new Supermen.

Forget I asked.

Just between us,

I like the brutal one with the visor.

But apparently I have a type.

Anything else I can get
for you lovely ladies?

Ice cream.

Maybe you're not so bad
at the girlfriend thing after all.

And you, Lois Lane,

have the heart of an Amazon.

So, you wanna share a ride?

Thanks, I've kinda got my own.

Would you mind?

We should do this again sometime.

Lois, I know in order to heal,

you need to solve
the mystery of these Supermen.

Just make sure you don't
lose yourself in the process.

(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING FAINTLY)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Something wrong?

No. Everything's on schedule.

He's just a little handsy for me.

He must get that from you, Donovan.

MAN: Lois Lane?

John Henry Irons.

You interviewed me once.

Uh, Dr. Irons! Right.

I'm sorry, would you excuse me?

And there's my cue.

Ladies and gentlemen,

once again, I want to thank you all
for giving so generously.

Together, we will rebuild
our great city,

and ensure that we never
wake to another Doomsday.

You've seen him in the news,

but you didn't know who was
bankrolling him until now.

Ladies and gents,

I give you LexCorp's new Superman!

(CROWD EXCLAIM)

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

(CROWD APPLAUDING)

Hello, ladies!

If you want a hero who can measure up,

- I'm--
- And I promise you

that as long as LexCorp exists,

Superman lives.

Metropolis will be protected.

(DOOR BEEPING)

Um, party's back that way.

Oh.

Hello!

Hello.

I was looking for someone.

Mr. Donovan.

Not here.

You look familiar.

You don't look so bad yourself.

Do you work down here?

What do you do?

Advanced genetics.

Fragmenting and manipulating DNA

for molecular duplication

and reproduction.

Ooh.

Sounds important.

You don't think a sophisticated clone

like LexCorp's new Superman out there
just happens on its own.

Clone?

LEX: That's right.

DABNEY: Mr. Luthor.

- I was just--
- Mouthing off.

Again.

Word of advice, Donovan.

A man who can't keep secrets

shouldn't sleep around on his wife.

Lex, I swear, I didn't--

Of course, you did.
And I'll deal with you later.

Get out.

Ms. Lane,

I'm hurt.

I always assumed once Superman
was out of the picture,

you'd rebound with me.

- (EXPLOSION)
- (LEX GRUNTS)

What the hell?

(CROWD SCREAMING)

What do you think you're doing?

At this moment,

I am answering a question
posed by Lex Luthor.

Okay. Well, here's another one,

Why the hell are you here?

Lex Luthor is a known criminal.

Criminals must be eradicated.

- Thank you.
- For what?

(WOMAN GROANS)

LOIS: Get down!

Why, Ms. Lane, you do care.

Call off your clones, Lex!

Only the boy is mine.

Sorry, pal.

(GRUNTS)

Crash my party,

you get bounced.

You have been classified
a priority-one criminal accessory.

Surrender or be eradicated.

Well, you've been classified

a priority-one dirtbag, so, there!

(GASPS)

Whoa!

(GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

Yeah!

You better run! Jerk!

Uh-oh.

Hey! I had that guy.

By all means. Go to town, Superboy.

It's Superman.

Okay, we can do this the easy way

or the hard way.

(STRAINING)

Surrender Luthor over to Superman
and this ends.

That's enough.

We may see it differently,

but in the eyes of the law

Lex Luthor is not a criminal.

The rule of law is
a rule you never break.

And real justice is everyone's right.

Even the worst among us.

Now, who the hell are you?

I'm Superman.

There is only one Superman.

(SIREN WAILS)

(SIREN WAILING)

(BLARING)

SUPERBOY: No problemo.

Just doin' my job.

Like the boss says,
as long as LexCorp exists,

Superman lives.

And I'm Superman.

Me.

REPORTER 1: There he is! Over there.

REPORTER 2: Over there! Over there!
REPORTER 3: That's him!

REPORTER 1: Excuse me.

REPORTER 1: Why are you here?
REPORTER 4: Excuse me.

- Over here!
- Here, here!

Nice work in there. Thank you.

He got away.

Yeah, so did we.

What happened to the man in steel?

He took off.

Lois Lane. Daily Planet.

So, how old are you?

Excuse me?

How old are you?

Old enough.

Okay, babe. Hit me up.

That was revolting.

So, do you mind telling me

what the heck you were
doing in that lab?

I used to work there.

I suspect Lex has been
using tech I developed

to retrofit weapons
for the black market.

What the heck were
you doing with Donovan?

Finding out that Superboy is a clone.

LOIS: So, why did you hide the fact that
your new Superman is actually a clone?

LEX: I never said he wasn't a clone.

I said he's Superman.

And he is a Superman clone.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

ROBOT 1: Do we wake him?

ROBOT 2: No.

Kal-El's last battle
left him severely depleted.

We must not interrupt
his ion radiation transfer.

Lane's not explicitly
calling them fakes.

She's asking the questions
that need to be asked.

After her stunning LexCorp clone expose,

she's got our attention.

Hello, Ms. Lane.

I guess you got my message?

The whole city did.

I feel terrible we
haven't been able to talk yet.

On the record?

But I thought you'd be happy to see me.

See who?

I don't know who you are.

Lois, it's me!

You look like Superman,

but Superman died.

In my arms.

I did.

For my people,

death doesn't have to be the end.

Our technology was... Is...

Far beyond what exists on Earth today.

Part of that technology
is encoded in my genome.

Before I died,

I was able to activate it
so that it could rebuild and revive me.

As a robot?

I'm not a robot.

These are just
artificial replacement parts.

A cyborg Superman?

Just Superman.

Okay.

What was your last secret?

I don't know.

Half my memories are gone
along with the rest of me.

Then tell me what you do remember.

I remember we were close.

How close?

Enough that it hurts to have you
look at me like I'm a monster.

The way you wrote about me...

I never dreamed I'd lose you like this.

Especially not now when...

Terrible things are coming, Lois.

I can feel it.

When the Daily Planet
said "Superman is dead,"

it painted a target on the Earth.

Why did you come here?

Because I need your voice.

I can't protect the people
if they think I'm a fake, Lois.

Even if you won't believe I'm Superman,

at least believe that
I'm trying to do some good.

And maybe write about that.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(ALL CHEERING)

(PEOPLE CHEERING)

(CAMERAS FLASHING)

Get in.

Just like you would any new product.

So far, all you've managed to do
is preen, and gallivant, and...

Stop that!

Where's Mercy?

Still in traction, thanks to you.

Have you seen the newspapers?

Yeah, I see them all over the place.

Have you read them?

Oh. Right on!

This really reflects more on you.

Do you know what they're calling you?

Superboy.

But I'm Superman.

They didn't get the memo.

This entire rollout has been a disaster.

Goggles and the robot are getting
all the good press.

While you're strutting across
TV screens like a clown.

Don't you mean clone?

Thanks for the heads-up, by the way.

Oh, please.

So you were genetically engineered.
Who isn't?

A little DNA from here,
some from there. Bam, you're born.

Mazel tov.

The only difference between
you and a biological child

is that I've invested
a hell of a lot more capital

to bring you to the party.

So, we are going to start again.

It's a relaunch.

Superman 2.0.1.

That's awful,

but we'll let marketing sort it all out.

(SIGHS)

What do you want me to do?

You've had your fun, Superboy,

but now it's time to act like a man.

I got you a gig.

(SIREN WHOOPS)

BATMAN: They just passed
Burnett Boulevard.

Coming up on Rodeo.

I think they say Ro-day-o.

They're wrong.

Lantern?

Yeah, I say Ro-day-o.

- BATMAN: Report!
- Oh.

(CHUCKLES)
Smooth sailing up here. Flash?

- I just wanna ask.
- GREEN LANTERN: Here it comes.

I'm just saying.
Are we presidential bodyguards,

or are we the Justice League?

Today, we're bodyguards.

And you don't think there's other stuff
we should be doing?

The Titans have it covered.

THE FLASH: The teen Titans.

Oh, yeah! I feel good about that.

Chillax, Zippy. The Titans are cool.

Zippy?

Wait. Did he just say "chillax"?

Young man, stay off this frequency.

It's for League members only.

No, it's for the president's
protective detail.

As the new head
of LexCorp global security,

I qualify.

I have the shot.

I say take it.

That's enough.

We have a job to do.

Okay. Can we speed this up?

Because if I'm not home by dinner,
Iris is gonna kill me.

(PEOPLE APPLAUDING)

(CAMERAS FLASHING)

Someone should go say hi.

I'm a little busy right now.

I don't really know him. Vic?

So you think all cyborgs
know each other?

Yes. But in my defense,
I'm horribly insensitive.

(SUPERBOY LAUGHS)

Lex is so wrong.

You guys are funky fresh.

LEX: Donovan's been letting you watch
those '90s sitcoms again, I see.

Lex?

LEX: I'm in your other ear.
Reminding you to stay alert.

President Dale has her eye on you.

Keep her safe.

By the end of the week,
with a little political maneuvering,

she'll be publicly recognizing you

as the one true Superman.

Yesterday, my husband said,

"Joan, why do you have to do this?"

And I said,

"Because I stand with the Justice League
as they have stood with us."

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Really, I'm thrilled to be here

to help dedicate
the Justice League's new Watchtower.

A proud--

(RUMBLING)

Madam President--

(GASPS)

I've got you, ma'am.

I've got her, everyone!

(SHRIEKING)

Uh, Lois?

Everybody, clear out!

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

Kid, if I find out LexCorp
had anything to do with this...

Look, Mr. Roboto,
we got bigger problems.

The boy's right.

Let's go.

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTS)

(SHRIEKING)

Watch your step. Come on. No rush.

A little rush, actually.

Hey, metal head!

You wanna lend a hand?

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(SUPERBOY GROANING)

(EXCLAIMING)

(BODYGUARD SCREAMS)

(GRUNTING)

(SCREAMS)

(GASPS)

Superman?

At your service, Madam President.

Time to get you out of here.

(GASPS)

(CROWD EXCLAIM)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

We're still reeling from
the latest alien attack,

and the devastating loss
of the Justice League.

President Dale will speak at a memorial
in Centennial Park to honor the fallen.

Alongside the man whose heroic actions
have proven to us all

that he truly is Superman reborn.

And let me just say,

it feels good to have him back.

(GROWLS)

Couldn't find the remote?

That is not Superman.

We had a real opportunity here!

A real opportunity,

and you blew it!

Come along, son.

Lex, is...

Hey, I did what you told me to do.
Everything I'm capable of doing.

And you still lost.

I gave you every advantage Superman had,

and more.

And I appreciate...

Wait, more?

Wait here.

SUPERBOY: I remember this place.

DABNEY: There you are.

Dr. Donovan? What happened to you?

You father is a...

Hard man.

My father?

Do you mean Superman?

I don't work for Super...

Oh, no.

I thought he would've told you. I...

I didn't mean to--

LEX: Well, look who's talking.

Again!

Mr. Luthor, please!

What's going on?

It's all right, Dabney. Tell him.

What difference could it make now?

- I don't think I...
- Tell him!

The DNA, your DNA,

- It's--
- Superman's.

Yes, but also...

I told you I gave you more.

All of Superman's strength, plus

all the Luthor intellect.

Supposedly.

He just needs guidance.

Please! We got so much closer
with this one

than any of the others.

You're right, Dabney.

The current model really is leaps
and bounds ahead of his brothers.

- (SHATTERS)
- 1 don't know what I was thinking.

Let's go.

And Dabney,

you're fired.

(BEEPS)

(CREATURES ROUSING AND GROWLING)

(GASPS)

No, no, no!

- (GUNSHOTS)
- (DABNEY SCREAMING)

Still can't keep his mouth shut.

(PULSING)

(GROANS)

If you're through indulging
in this emotional nonsense,

we have work to do,

Superman.

Yes, master.

CARETAKER: It was him.

Well, half of him, anyway.

Was he with anyone else?

Only her.

LOIS: Terri Henshaw.

He was pretty out of it.

Stood there half the night
talkin' to the air.

Looked tormented.

'Course, that's not unusual around here.

It is for Superman.

LOIS: It's about time you showed up.

What the...

Yeah, you shouldn't leave
your bathroom window open.

Anyone could get in here.

So, I got a lead at the cemetery

that I think we should...

John?

You know that
I know you're Steel, right?

And I'm literally the worst
at secret identities.

I mean, if you couldn't fool me...

(SIGHS)

Superman saved my life once.

Now that he's gone,

I owe it to him to fill the void.

(WATCH BEEPS)

Neat!

What did you find at the cemetery?

JOHN: Terri Henshaw? The astronaut?

She was on the Excalibur, right?

Yup. Can you access the S.T.A.R. Labs'
mainframe from here?

If the cyborg's telling the truth,

that he really is Superman,

then why would he go
to Terri Henshaw's grave?

This is odd.

It says Henshaw's remains
were never recovered.

Sorry. Remains were
recovered for Terri Henshaw,

but not for Hank Henshaw.

The Henshaws.

Of course!

The husband-and-wife astronauts.

We did a huge story on them.

They were both assigned
to the Excalibur.

So, it was the husband's body
that was never found.

It's him, John.

It's why he was visiting Terri's grave.

I don't know how,

but the cyborg Superman is Hank Henshaw.

(CROWD APPLAUDING)

Huh?

PRESIDENT DALE: Superman?

(CROWD CHEERING)

I...

I don't think...

The Justice League
were the best among us.

As such, they would
want us to celebrate today,

not mourn.

Yet, here we are,

surrounded by reminders
in stone of the mournful times

that have befallen our world.

It's only by a miracle of alien science
that I am here today.

Alive. Standing in for
the real heroes we lost

during the Doomsday battle,

the Watchtower attack,

and too many other bloody incursions.

We need to shut this asshole down.

How? He's Superman to them.

I could try to pitch the Henshaw story
to Perry White,

but without any evidence,
he won't go near it.

Which is why today,

I am announcing the establishment
of a new, stronger League,

a Cyber Corps,

to honor those who have perished

in the name of justice,

and I'm taking volunteers.

What the hell?

- I volunteer.
- What?

But I don't have any power.

No one has.

Not really.

But I can change all that
if you come forth.

Eric, no!

Becky, please.

This could change everything.

For the world, for us.

Welcome to the team.

(CROWD EXCLAIMING)

I can give each of you the power
to be your own hero.

The same technology that saved me

can save us all.

(CROWD GASPS)

Doomsday was only the beginning.

Our enemies haven't been destroyed.

Only delayed.

When they return,

who will stand and fight with me?

This is it. This is his plan.

How the hell did Hank Henshaw
get his hands on that kind of tech?

Intergang's been running
Luthor's Apokolips tech.

I can get to them.

Find out if they have
ties to Cyborg Superman.

Sounds like a plan.

I'll go lean on Lex.

Take your time, boys.

Ain't nobody watchin' the store today.

So you're saying that's
the way to Hobbs Bay?

BECKY: Eric?

Can you fly?

(KIDS LAUGH)

Come on! Not again!

I believe this belongs to you.

My hero.

Do you require further assistance?

Eric, it's me, Becky.

Are you okay?

I haven't heard from you in days.

Okay, stop it. You're scaring me.

Have a pleasant day, citizen.

Eric? Eric!

Doyle, I know you're here.

I'm not looking for trouble.

I just need information
on some alien tech

you may have unloaded.

What the hell?

(MEN GROANING)

What happened here?

Superman cleaned us out.

The one in the shades.

The Eradicator?

Here. Traces on our stuff.

You can catch up with him if you hurry.

Go get him.

Don't wait up.

(DOOR OPENS)

We both know you took me down there
to get rid of Superboy for good.

I don't know what
changed you're mind, but...

Oh.

I thought you were...

Let me guess.

You thought I was Lex Luthor.

Lookin' for ol' cue ball.
Know where he is, Superboy?

Don't call me that!

What's wrong?

He's my father.

At least, he's half my DNA.

I just found out.

Nah, I don't buy it.

I mean, the hair alone.

Wow.

You do look like him.

Superman, I mean.

Look, I was a jerk when I met you, Lois.

I'm sorry.

I don't know why,
but I feel like I can talk to you.

I know why.

(CELL PHONE VIBRATES)

Yeah.

STEEL: Eradicator's gathering up
Apokolips tech.

He could be working with Henshaw.

I'm tracking him now.

All right. Keep me posted.

Greetings.

Uh...

Greetings?

Kal-El is unavailable

as he nears completion
of his revitalization cycle.

Thank you for your patience.

STEEL: Kal-El?

So it really is you.

(CELL PHONE VIBRATES)

(GROANS)

Whoa! Steel! What's happening?

Little busy here, Lois.

You called me.

Sorry. Butt dial.

What the hell is going on here?

Give me that.

Don't!

(STEEL GROANING)

- Is that--
- Kal-El's ship!

From the S.T.A.R. Labs.

He needs help. I'm going.

No.

These cyborg thingies
are popping up all over the city.

It's gonna take a turn
and I need you here.

You're not the boss of me, Lex.

I literally am.

You cannot harm the data matrix.

The data matrix?

John! It's a hologram!

It's designed to protect Kryptonians.

I don't see any Kryptonians
around here. Do you?

Oh, my God!

John, he's...

DARKSEID: These pitiful humans.

Humbled by the demise of their heroes,

have willingly become
mindless automatons.

My stratagem has worked perfectly.

Soon, Earth will be christened

by Darkseid as New Apokolips.

And this time,

there's no Justice League

or Superman to stop me.

All that remains is for you
to open the gates.

All you gotta do is look out the window
to see things ain't right no more.

I knew Superman.

Superman was my pal.

And those things ain't Superman.

They're not even
the people they used to be.

I mean, at least they're
keeping the peace, right?

You know that ain't gonna last.

We can't wait until after this thing
takes a turn for the worse.

By then, it'll be too late!

The robot said one thing right.

He said, "We gotta be our own heroes."

People are protesting down
at the Watchtower.

Getting to be quite a crowd.

What are we waitin' for?

Together, we may not be able
to bring the beatdown,

but we sure as hell can make some noise.

Am I right?

(ROARING)

(GRUNTS)

Last one for now.

Any luck?

No.

Systems are operating normally,

but for some reason
I can't open a boom tube here.

Any idea where here is?

I don't recognize
any of these star formations.

J'onn?

They are foreign to me as well.

That's because they're not stars.

GREEN LANTERN: What are they?

Hungry.

I'm just gonna hide behind the Amazon
till Vic gets us home.

There's nothin' doin', guys.

Unless someone from the other side
reaches out to bring us back,

we are home.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

STEEL: You sure don't hit
like a hologram.

Intruders must be--

(GAS HISSING)

That's enough!

Steel stopped transmitting.

I can't find the signal.

Even after redirecting
every LexCorp satellite.

So,

do you really think Kal-El is alive?

I don't know.

But for the first time,

I really feel like it's possible.

For the first time,

I hope he is.

Now, there's something you need to see.

JOHN: It's really you, isn't it?

How?

KAL-EL: Honestly, I don't know.

The robots keep calling it
a revitalization cycle.

But it's not something
I'd ever heard of or knew was possible.

What is this place?

A fortress.

Built to keep me isolated
during this process.

Does he have to just
stand there like that?

It's creepin' me out.

He's just trying to protect me.

Then why was he drawing energy from you
while you were in the pod?

ROBOT 1: Quite the reverse.

Kal-El was the one absorbing
ion radiation from the Eradicator

as part of the revitalization cycle.

Highly advanced tech

programmed to protect my people.

So, he decided to put on a cape

and dispense his own brand of justice?

I'm just saying.

Well, I can't tell you how
glad I am to see you again.

There's a lot you need to know.

These broadcasts have
brought me up-to-speed.

Darkseid killed my friends,

and people are being
turned into monsters

by that cyborg impostor.

Hank Henshaw.

The astronaut?

I thought he was dead.

I guess I didn't know everything.

SUPERBOY: There's a lot
of that goin' around.

So, what's the plan,

Dad?

And this time,

there's no Justice League

or Superman to stop me.

All that remains is for you
to open the gates.

Ever since the League's "accident,"

my satellites have intercepted
strange encoded signals.

It's some kind of holographic interface

Darkseid is beaming directly
into Henshaw's head.

He's literally messing with his mind.

Once Superman was gone,

he cleared out the Justice League,

created an army
of cybernetic minions, and now--

They open the gates.

How do we even begin to fight that?

I might have something.

Is it a plan?

Because what we really need is a plan.

The plan is to stop Darkseid,

and save Henshaw.

And get the girl/girls.

Until your regeneration is complete,

I must insist you abstain
from sexual activity.

Um...

All right?

You're not fully powered yet, are you?

For how long?

I don't know.

Maybe forever.

LEX: After Darkseid's first invasion,

you couldn't walk down the street

without tripping over alien tech.

Yeah, tech that you gave Intergang.

Gave?

You really don't get me, do you?

And anyway, you're welcome.

Because that business arrangement
is what brought us...

...this beauty.

A Mother Box?

We just have to activate it

outside the Watchtower
at exactly the right spot.

Unfortunately, the Tin Man's
got eyes everywhere.

One of us will have to go inside
and keep him occupied

while the other turns this on.

Okay. Show me how it works.

(LAUGHS)

Are you insane?

I'm not going in there, you are.

Kal-El,
I must insist on accompanying you.

STEEL: Bad idea.

This guy's a wild card.

Maybe a wild card is what we need.

What we need is a way
to get you to Metropolis.

It's 40 below outside,
and you're just a guy now.

A guy with a spaceship.

Slammin'!

Excuse me?

Do people not say that anymore?

(SHOUTING AND CHANTING)

We are not machines!

LEX: Listen, Lane.

- I just wanna say...
- Thank you?

Don't screw up.

Hey, you two. Over here.

Take me to your boss.

Seriously. A room-full
of hungry Bizarros.

Sounds harrowing.

So, can I live with you or not?

Guys, I'm getting an incoming call
from a LexCorp number. Could be Lois.

I'm bouncing it over.

Oh.

It's you.

Lex Luthor.

As I live and breathe.

Yeah, what's that about?

Where's Lois?

As much as I'd love to chat,

I'm only calling to ask sonny boy

if he wouldn't mind
popping by for a stretch.

I'm downtown in the thick of it,

and, well, I could use some muscle.

The boy stays with me,

and I need to know now
that Lois is all right.

Oh, she's fine.
She's in the Watchtower.

What?

DARKSEID: To think that all this

was made possible
when my Doomsday weapon

obliterated your primitive spacecraft.

I plucked your lifeless corpse
from the void,

and handed you a chance for glory.

Yes, your grace.

And all because a Kryptonian failed you.

Even in death
he will pay for his crimes.

To capture glory, Henshaw,

you must first understand that sorrow,

rage and the thirst for vengeance

are essential parts of the equation.

MINION: Sir?

What now?

Leave us.

Dr. Frankenstein.

Or is it his monster?

So easy to get mixed up.

Frankenstein wanted to play god.

Do I look like I'm playing?

You're gonna lose, Hank.

Hank Henshaw is dead.

Just like your beloved
knight in blue tights.

(CHOKING)

Of all the things I learned
on your balcony that night,

I think the most important

was the true nature of your
relationship with Superman.

A relationship, I'm afraid,

that's about to meet a tragic end.

AUTOMATED VOICE: Alert! Watchtower
detecting an incoming ballistic rocket

of Kryptonian origin. Enlarging view.

(GASPS)

(PULSING)

(GROANS)

No! Not now!

So, my Doomsday weapon failed,

and the Kryptonian still lives.

Get out of my head!

DARKSEID: Yes!

I shall enjoy killing the Man of Steel
all over again.

This time, with my bare hands.

No! Superman is mine to destroy!

We disagree.

Open the gates!

Prepare for my arrival.

No!

What the hell?

(ALL SCREAMING)

(CROWD EXCLAIMING)

For Apokolips!

No! Not yet! Not now!

My God!

I thought Superman was yours.

You're just gonna hand him to Darkseid?

Wow.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GRUNTING)

(SCREAMS)

What?

Henshaw!

No!

No!

HANK: Now that they've been
cut off from Darkseid,

the Cyber Corps is mine to control.

And I've just ordered them

to destroy Superman's
precious Metropolis.

Come on!

This is it!

Light 'em up!

(ALL YELLING)

I've sacrificed everything now

just to kill him.

But not before I've made him watch

as I tear you limb from limb.

Even he can't save you.

(MEN GRUNTING)

Come on!

What am I doing wrong?

STEEL: Excuse me.

Mind if we kick your ass?

You're welcome!

The napkin at Bibbo's.

What was your last secret?

I love you.

Clark!

I love-- (GASPS)

Sorry to interrupt this tender moment.

Hank, you have to stop this.
Darkseid is...

No longer your biggest problem.

(SCREAMS)

Stay here. I'll take care of you later.

KAL-EL: Over my dead body.

It isn't too late.
There's always a way out.

How about for my wife?

(CHOKING)

Was there a way out for her?

(GRUNTING)

Is this what Terri would want?

Don't say her name!

You're not allowed to say her name.

She's dead because of you.

She was always apprehensive in space.

She tried to hide it, but I knew.

I told her she'd be okay.

We all would. We had Superman.

Until we didn't.

Until my ship and my crew were debris.

And you weren't even dead yet!

Just too busy.

(GROANS)

All you hear today is,

"How do we live in a world
without Superman?"

Well, some of us already had to.

Some of us watched as everything we had,

everything we loved, was lost.

LOIS: Oh, give it a rest!

This isn't about your wife
and you know it.

It's about you.

You let Darkseid turn you into this.

Superman turned me into this.

Darkseid only rebuilt me, and taught me
how to wield my hatred as a weapon.

Just like he'd done with--
- Doomsday.

That beast was only a mindless assassin,

while I was set to a singular purpose.

Destroy what remains of Superman.

His good name.

It was the best revenge
I could hope for.

Until now.

This is nuts!

We should be in there helping Superman.

If you can find a way past these guys,

I'm right behind you.

I need a power source.

Luthor! What the hell have you done?

Robo-people? Come on!
How long were we gone?

LEX: Finally!

Luthor? You brought us back?

Don't add me to your friends list yet.

This was purely a business move.

Get to work!

The whole city's infested. Spread out.

AUTOMATED VOICE: Alert! Justice League
members detected. Breach imminent.

It's only a matter of time now, Hank.

Once they get inside...

(ALARM BLARING)

That'll be difficult for them

once we've achieved orbit.

(GROANS)

(LOIS STRAINING)

(BEEPING)

We'll be together soon, Terri.

This is between us, Hank.

Let her go.

Once we've left the exosphere,

you and your gal pal
will suffocate and freeze.

And it's all your fault.

It's almost poetry.

(SCREAMING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(YELPS)

(STRAINING)

(PANTING)

(GASPS)

Get away from him, you son of a bitch!

Come out, Lois.

One way or another,
this is gonna end badly for you.

(GASPS)

(SCREAMS)

(GROANING)

(GRUNTS)

Killing you isn't revenge
unless your boyfriend has to watch.

Open your eyes.

You're gonna watch this
if I have to tear off your eyelids!

Open them!

You won't kill me

and I won't stop until I kill you.

You're right.
It's not how I'm programmed.

But you should know

I've got a wild card up my sleeve.

(SCREAMING)

What... What is this?

ERADICATOR: Eradication.

(SCREAMING)

(ALL EXCLAIM)

Clark!

- Is it over?
- Yes.

There's still one more thing
I need to do.

BECKY: Eric!

(SOBBING)

Six months and 400 miles later,

a happy return for
one of the Daily Planet's own.

Clark Kent,
feared lost in the Doomsday fight,

is back home tonight

thanks to the keen eye
of another Metropolis citizen

we thought we'd lost.

I recognized Mr. Kent
from his byline photo

and brought him home.

Martian Manhunter
sounds nothing like me.

Everybody says that.

Hey, I almost forgot.

Conner's all settled.

He said, "Thanks for the sweater, babe."

Aw.

They're gonna eat him alive.

CLARK: So, where did we leave off?

(BEEPING)

Yeah?

You're late.

(SIGHS) Right.

Be there in a sec.

Oh! Tell Lois I'll see her Friday.

Friday?

What is it?

Worlds colliding.

Also, I have to go.

It's okay. I understand.

I'll wait up.

WONDER WOMAN: Henshaw may be gone,

but this was still the boldest move
we've seen from Apokolips, yet.

BATMAN: Darkseid won't
stay down for long

and we can't play defense forever.

Then we agree.

We're going to have to take
this fight to his doorstep.

LEX: Excellent.

Count me in,

team.

Okay, who left the front door open?

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