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Come on. Come on.

And yet another blaze,
presumably a case of arson

has drawn firefighters
to the West River area.

Six in the last
twenty-four hours, and still.

'Metropolis fire department
officials have no leads.'

'There is a custodian
trapped inside'

the West River Garment Company
building on the top floor.

The engine ladders aren't
tall enough to reach him

and the building stairwells
are engulfed in flames.

There doesn't appear to be
any way to get him out.

- 'It's him!'
- 'Superman!'

'It seems that
Superman has been able'

'to reach the man in question.'

- You'll be okay now.
- Superman.

'You did a
great job, Superman.'

You've been helping the
fire department all day.

'Any idea who could
be behind the fires?'

No. We've been too busy
fighting them.

We're hearing rumors
that the arsons

might be gang-related.
Any comment?

I'm sure the authorities
are doing everything

they can to find out.

'Fire at 8th and Hobbs.'

Now, if you'll excuse me.

You got nothin'.

But, Johnny, last night
you said I had talent.

Last night you did. Next!

- We have a situation.
- I'm busy.

There was another fire,
this time at Rudy's place.

- I'll take care of it.
- Rudy pays us for protection.

- I said I'll take care of it.
- How?

Look, you really wanna help me
and the Metro Organization?

- You know I do.
- Then put on some tap shoes.

I need a new chorus girl.

Come on! I said next!
Come on.

Hey, you with the legs.

'The long legs.'

Yeah, you. Come here.

Uh-huh.

Baby cakes... you're in.

- Oh, gosh.
- Sorry, girls.

Better luck next time.

- It's too dangerous.
- Well, not for me.

Look, it's very simple.

The Metro gang
controls West River.

West River's on
fire. Only West River.

So I am going
undercover to find out why.

Those guys aren't
just club owners, Lois.

They're gangsters.
Gangsters, you know?

Cement shoes,
sleeps with the fishes

'that kind of thing.'

Mmm. This is cold.

Thank you for your concern,
but no, thanks.

- Chief.
- What's up, Kent?

Please talk some sense
into her, would you?

You ever try to milk a steer?

Lois, what's
the problem today?

The problem is Clark, here,
would rather lose the scoop

on the West River fires
than have me take

a few little chances.

Lois.

'If I'm an
investigative journalist'

'I've got to be able
to investigate, right?'

- A scoop, huh?
- A sure thing.

You know, Kent, uh,
it's always been my policy

to back my reporters
one thousand percent.

I mean, if you went up there
and opened those windows

and told me that you
could fly, I'd back you up.

I'd miss you,
but I'd back you up.

Thanks, chief.

Doesn't mean
you shouldn't be careful.

You know, you
should've discussed this with me

before you took this
on. We're a team.

Sometimes players
have to wait on the bench

while other players
run with the ball.

You're in over your
head on this one, Lois.

If you can't stand the heat,
stay out of the story.

Mmm-hm.

Besides, I'm first and
foremost a professional

and I would certainly
never do anything

to compromise
my personal safety

or the integrity of my work.

Lois, this just came for you.

The, uh, dry cleaner said
he had a terrible time

with the, uh... the feathers.

Schools, shops,
restaurants, theaters

offices, apartments,
a self-contained community.

A giant step forward
in urban reawakening.

A bright new jewel
in Metropolis' crown.

Mr. Luthor,
aren't you worried

about making such
a large investment

in the West River area
at this time?

- No.
- 'Well, what about the fires?'

Even Superman can't keep up
with them.

'Well, Superman's
made a valiant effort.'

Unfortunately, he's failed.

I suppose that proves
he's only human.

'Now, West River
is currently a blight'

on the face of our fair city.
Lex Harbor will change all that.

'But how do you
respond to accusations'

that coercion was used
to pressure the city council

to approve this project
without appropriate study?

Well, I don't respond
to accusations, Mr. Kent.

I'm more concerned with results.

I believe that with Lex Harbor
we can take Metropolis back

from the criminal elements
and the gang influence

that apparently
even Superman can't control.

Good day.

When you're not on-stage,
you're out here taking orders.

Oh, and if you hold
the tray like this

then you'll always have
one hand free for protection.

- Protection?
- Mm-hmm.

Eyes ain't the only things
that wander in this joint.

Ooh, I better get in there
with something

to wet their whistle,
or I'll be back

at the truck stop slingin' hash.

Oh, let me. I could
use the practice.

- They tip big.
- There's a $20 in it for you.

- Rocko!
- 'Yeah?'

Tell the Robertson boys
they got one week to pay up

then you take care of it.

- You got it?
- 'Okay, Johnny.'

Next, Lou. Numbers.

Take is down this week, Johnny.

Less street traffic
on account of the fires, uh

which... I think, it's time
we start talkin' about.

You just worry
about your own problems.

We're the Metros.
Nobody's gonna touch us.

Not as long as
I'm running things.

I'll take care of the fires.

- How?
- What?

How are you going
to take care of the fires?

- Thirsty, boys?
- Yeah.

- 'Thank you.'
- Over here, gorgeous.

So, where were we?

You were telling us how you
were gonna deal with the fires.

You got something to say,
save it for later.

If I've got something to say,
why shouldn't I say it now?

Because you don't talk
in meetings. That's why.

Maybe I should start.

You hear that?

Let me tell you
something, Miss MBA

all that piece of paper means
is you do the books

'and stay out of business!'

Stay out of business and
watch it go down the drain.

Sure. Okay. Go on, tell
us all how stupid we are.

Not stupid. Inefficient.
Misdirected. Out of date.

Still doing nickel-and-dime
gangster stuff.

It was good enough for pop.

Papa would be the first to
say that it's time to move on.

Papa would be the first
to tell you

to get a good husband,
start having babies

and leave the real work
to the men.

That's what he did
tell me to do, Johnny.

Only he didn't realize
you'd destroy it all.

'The old days are over,
the rackets are dead'

but we've still got a chance.

We've got an organization
and we have influence.

'We could be legitimate
and make twice as much money.'

- Yeah, we got an organization.
- Ohh! Let's go.

- Look out!
- And I'm still the head of it.

Just what we need..

...a cool head in charge.

Hey, where'd everybody go?

Beer.

- What are you doing here?
- I came to see the show.

Oh, you'll ruin everything.

Well, looks like you're
real close to the story.

I am, for your information
I spent the entire afternoon

with the leader of the
metros in his inner sanctum.

Wearing this?

And who are you supposed to be,
"Popeye the Sailor Man?"

'Five minutes!'

- Go away.
- I'm here to back you up.

- I don't need backup.
- I think you do.

And how'd you get
so close to this guy, anyway?

He's a man. I'm a woman.

You want me to draw you
a diagram?

'Places. That
means you, sweet thing.'

Well, what did you
find out so far?

Johnny and his sister
don't exactly see eye to eye.

There's some sort of power
struggle going on. Now, fly.

And miss your debut?
I think I'll stick around.

Clark, you will stick
out like a sore thumb.

Well, thanks for worrying, but..

'Let's go.'

I think you're on, sweet thing.

Whiskey. Make it a double.

Another one.

It's gonna hit you
like a ton of bricks, pal.

- Alcohol never affects me.
- Sure, sure.

Besides, it can't be any worse
than what's already happened

to me today. Hit me again.

Don't you wanna know
what happened?

I got fired, that's what.
Thrown off my ship just like that.

'Here again, it's
toots and the fabulous Metro dancers.'

Any job openings?
I've done some bartending.

- I don't think so.
- Why not?

- You're not the type.
- What is that supposed to mean?

Excuse me. Is there
a problem here?

No, no problem,
I was just asking

your man here about a job.

I'm afraid we don't have
any openings at this time.

I'm also afraid that I'm gonna
have to ask you to leave.

We have a very strict dress
code here at the Metro Club.

Johnny!

You're a dead man!

- Whoo-hoo!
- Whoo!

Out! Everybody out!

Come on.
Let's get out of here.

- Clark, are you okay?
- Yeah.

Who were those guys?

I think we've just been
introduced to the Toasters.

'We're gonna need
more coats. That's for sure.'

'Found
almost all of it, but we're still'

'short about three fingers.'

Beat it, kid.

First thing we gotta do is
find out who these guys are

and arrange
for a little payback.

- I don't think so.
- Hey, I'm talking here.

'Not anymore. We
can't keep working like that.'

'They hit us, we hit them.
It's never gonna stop.'

Hey, I've had it
with your mouth.

And I've had it
with your stupidity.

I'm not gonna let you
destroy the organization

'that our father built.'

'Not gonna let me?'

How are you gonna stop me?

'I think I already have.'

'She's right, Johnny.'

We all have to make a living.

You should've seen
this coming, Johnny.

Now, it's too late.

Says who?

If that's the way you guys
feel about it, I'll..

You need a vacation.

Get him out of here.

Come on, Johnny. Let's go.

I know that some of you
would like to go back

to the way things were
when my father was alive.

That's not gonna happen.

We have an opportunity
to take this organization

to the next level. Out of the
back room into the boardroom.

'Any of you who disagree'

are welcome to join Johnny
in retirement.

Any questions?

Good. Let's get to work.

You haven't sent that article
on the Toasters

down to copy yet, have you?

I'm just putting the finishing
touches on it right now.

Drumstick?

I swear, if you ever breathe
a word of that to anyone..

You were saying something
about the article.

Yes! Stop the presses. The
Metros just had a big meeting.

Johnny is out and his sister
Toni has taken over.

Come on. If we hurry, we can
get it in the afternoon edition.

- Uh, Lois...
- 'Clark, I'm on a deadline.'

Professional, but naughty.

I like it.

So, I guess if Johnny's
out, so is your plan.

Don't be ridiculous.
I'm perfectly placed.

Well, I might be, too.

What are you talking about?

Toni asked me to meet her
at the club this afternoon.

For what?

Well, I'm a man, she's a woman.

Would you like me
to draw you a diagram?

Lois. How's the, uh,
undercover work coming?

Fine, chief, f-fine.

Well, I didn't think
you would, uh

chicken out on me.

Since when is Metro business
front-page news?

'Since the Toasters
declared war on us.'

'This says
that Johnny is out'

'and I'm the new head
of the Metros.'

'That kind of information can
only come from inside.'

Could Johnny
have leaked the story?

No. We put him on a
plane just like you said..

...with an escort.

Then it's someone else.
Find him fast.

Can't afford
this kind of exposure.

Toni, it's the guy
from last night.

He said you wanted to see him.

'Send him over.'

Lou.

You can see her.

I've changed my mind.

- About what?
- 'The dress code.'

It doesn't apply to
men who save my life.

Well, good. 'Cause these are
the only clothes I got.

Maybe we can change that.

Look, I didn't come here
for a handout.

You said you had a job for me?

Bartender, right?

- Mister..
- King. Charles King.

Charlie. Yeah, you
look like a Charlie.

You were very brave
last night.

You needed help.

Are you always
that cool under fire?

- Try me.
- I might.

But for now, let's just
start with bartending.

Keep your eyes and ears open

and we'll see about
moving you up.

- You're the boss.
- I hope so.

Excuse me. I don't
mean to, uh, disturb you

but, uh, we got
a small problem.

Toots just quit,
says she's too scared

because of the
Toasters to come back.

- Did she have a contract?
- Yeah, of course.

Well, then,
sue the sequins off her

and get us a new singer.

Done.

So, when do I start, boss?

As soon as you
get yourself a shave

and something
appropriate to wear.

Welcome to the Metro Club.

- Soda, please.
- 'Coming right up.'

What? What are you doing here?

My job.

You're looking at the
Metro Club's newest bartender.

Charlie.

- Charlie?
- I hardly recognized you.

- Join the club.
- Just getting to know the help.

- Not too well, I hope.
- Ah.

Beat it, kid.
I gotta get to work.

Long island iced tea
with a squeeze of lime.

How'd you guess?

I asked.

Initiative, I like that.

Lou tells me you're having
a problem with the freezer?

Uh, no problems.

Hear about the
Toasters' latest stunt?

They burned a police
station to the ground

about a couple of
blocks from here.

Bad for business.

They're out of control.
They've got to be stopped.

What are you gonna do about it?

Not that it's any
of my business.

I just don't like
anything dangerous

getting too close to you.

That's quite a line you've got.

I mean every word.

Good evening.
Miss Taylor's expecting me.

We'll talk some more
about this later.

Right now, you just stay there
and look handsome.

I've got some business
to discuss.

Welcome to the Metro Club.

Thank you. I trust things
are running smoothly, Miss Taylor?

'Everything's
under complete control.'

'Shall we
talk over a drink?'

Yes, I'd like to. Luthor?

'Anything I should know
about you and West River?'

Don't you think it's better
to be surprised?

No, I don't. Ever.

'I'm concerned
about the Toasters.'

'You wanna talk business
before we have a drink?'

'Ladies
and gentlemen, the Metro club'

'proudly presents
Miss Lola Dane.'

- 'Oh, Bravo!'
- 'Bravo!'

Brava!

- 'One more time.'
- 'Come on!'

- Lois...
- Shh. Come here.

- Did you see him?
- Of course I saw him.

Well, get out of here now.
Don't even stop to get your things.

Lex Luthor is a friend of mine.

He wouldn't do anything
to hurt me.

And, besides, he's way
too smart to let anything slip.

I don't trust him. And what's
he doing here anyway?

I don't know. Next time
I see him, I will ask him.

Oh!

So this is how you spied
on the meetings.

Yes. And if you're a good boy

I'll teach you some
of my other tricks

but right now, I have to get
ready for my next number.

'Interesting
place for a bartender.'

- Run out of olives?
- Here she is, your leak.

Lois Lane, reporter
for the Daily Planet.

I guess I'm gonna have
to find myself another singer.

Good work.

What do you want me
to do with her?

Come on.

You will pay for this,
Kent, I swear.

It's King, remember?

Benedict Arnold is more like it.

Get that trash out of here.

- I had no choice.
- You had a choice.

You could've pretended
that we were sharing

some fleeting moment of passion

but you didn't think
of that, did you? No!

No, but I'll remember it the
next time we're in a closet.

Don't even think about it.

It's for your own good,
believe me.

No. No!

And stay out.

Guess you won't be
hearing from her no more.

Speak for yourself.

Ugh!

You rotten

back-stabbing piece of slime.

You know, some people
might be fooled

by that innocent,
boyish exterior, but not me!

Not anymore!

Tea, Lois? It's a
calming herbal blend.

I learned it from a
medicine man in Fiji.

The secret is the fresh mint...

I don't suppose that you care

but you have completely
blown the story.

Lois, I had no choice. Now,
Toni will stop looking for a leak.

At least my cover's still safe.

Oh, well, merry Christmas
and Happy New Year.

You know, sometimes, on a team

the person carrying
the ball gets hemmed in

and she has to hand off to
another member of the team

who's in a better
position to score.

You better go. She's here.

Who? How do you know who it is?

Because I'm
expecting... a dinner date.

- Toni.
- Oh, I get it.

You don't have
to draw me a diagram.

- You're jealous.
- Jealous? Ha!

Are you out of your mind?

You better hide, Lois.
She can't see you here.

- You'd better hide.
- I don't wanna hide!

Look, I'll find some
way to distract her

and then you sneak out.

Once again, I'm in your debt.

I thought I'd pay you back
with a home-cooked meal.

How does lasagne sound?

Delicious.

Delicious.

Nice place.

Uh, it belongs
to a friend of mine.

He lets me stay here
whenever I'm in Metropolis.

You know, you don't
have to do this.

I want to.

You always get what you want?

Not always. How about you?

- Let's see.
- Ha!

You don't waste any time,
do you?

Not if I can help it.

You said something
about lasagne.

Jealous.

Ha!

Oh, that'll be the day.

Like I really care.

I am jealous.

- Let's do it.
- I beg your pardon?

A song request.
Let's do it.

Ah, my singing career is over.

Why? You were magnificent.

Oh, it was just an act.

No, I prefer to think of it
as the real you...

Passionate, sultry, seductive.

Say, you got an extra spoon?

Oh, uh..

Come in.

Ah, it's exactly how I
pictured your apartment.

Oh, well, actually, uh,
I was thinking of remodeling.

Uh, thanks
for not blowing my cover.

Well, that's
what friends are for.

Tonight you looked as though
you could use one.

Lex, what were you
doing at the club?

I was meeting with the new
leader of the Metro gang.

She called me,
and, according to her

we have similar interests
in the West River district.

Oh, I find that hard to believe.

Ah, so do I, but
she talks a good line

slum clearance,
uplifting the neighborhood

micromanagement,
growth and prosperity.

- Do you believe her?
- Not for a minute.

In fact, I think the whole
thing was designed to get me

to slow down my own plans
for reviving the area.

Oh.

She even suggested a..

...partnership of sorts.

Hmm.

Lex..

...what are you doing here?

I came to warn you. I think
Toni's hiding something.

- What?
- I wish I knew.

I only know that,
if I were a smart reporter

looking for answers,
looking for the source

of all the problems
in West River

I wouldn't look any farther
than Toni Taylor.

Thanks for the tip.

Guess I owe you one.

Well, don't think
I won't try to collect.

Goodnight.

You are a great cook.

My father's idea
of higher education

was a summer
at the Cordon Bleu.

I thought you went
to business school.

- I did. After he died.
- Oh.

I really miss him.

The only thing
I ever wanted was

to have him be proud of me.

I'm sure he would've been.

You're picking up
where he left off.

Only after my brother
almost ruined us.

He just never
thought big enough.

Unlike you.

Look, Charlie, I don't
wanna run a crime syndicate.

I wanna run a conglomerate.

We have the organization
and the structure

for legitimate business.

Sounds like a good plan.

If I can just get past
this thing with the Toasters..

You will.

With my help.

Maybe. But not tonight, I..

...I have a previous engagement.

You disappointed?

It just... gives me
something to look forward to.

You're full
of surprises, Charlie.

You have spare change?

Thank you, too.

Is this really necessary?

You got the money?

- One hundred thousand.
- You said two.

Considering how badly you
botched the hit on my brother

you're lucky I'm even here.

Do you realize
I could have been killed?

Hm, yeah, that would have
been a real shame.

'Just don't forget
who's running this show.'

'The fires were supposed to
stop as soon as I took over.'

What do you think
you've been doing?

Having fun?

Well, the fun stops now.

- I want the Toasters back.
- I don't think so!

We kind of decided to
hold on to 'em for a while.

No! You listen to me
for a change!

You and the Metros,
you're nothing.

We could wipe you out
just by pulling a trigger.

- I made you.
- And we are so grateful.

Wrap her up.

The four of
you against the Metros?

- You don't have a chance.
- 'Why just four?'

'Why not forty or four
hundred? Recruiting's a snap.'

Plenty of guys
love to see things burn.

You don't have the weapons.

Not yet.

But we'll figure out
how to make more.

We're not as dumb
as you may think.

- 'Anything?'
- Nah.

You wouldn't believe how big
the rats get around here.

Oh, I'd believe it.

What now? What about me?

Well, we got a little barbecue
planned for tomorrow.

We thought we'd
start at the wharf

and work our way back up
to the Metro Club.

When we're done with that,
we'll get back to you..

...if the rats
don't get to you first.

- Keep an eye on her.
- Mmm-hm.

Alright, I see
you and I'm gonna get you

before you cause
any more trouble.

'Your little tail is mine.'

Lois, what's up?

Tough night, Clark?
Where's the phone?

It's right there.

Gee, I thought I
was hard on clothing.

Oh, would you stop that?
Yes.

Get me whoever's in charge
of arson investigation unit.

No, I won't hold. I-I said..

What's happened? Where were you?

Sleeping with a rat.
How about you?

Lois, Toni left here
about 10:00 last night.

Yeah, I know. Yes, I'm holding.

No, don't.. Ugh!

How-how do you know?

Because I followed her.

Clark, this is gonna come
as a shock to you

but Toni is behind the Toasters.

Well, she was behind
the Toasters

now, they've
got her held captive.

The Toasters
are completely out of control.

They are planning on burning
West River to the ground

starting with the wharf
and moving inward.

Unless, that is, someone
picks up this rotten line!

'Uh, we are
now over what appears to be'

'to this reporter,
uh, the largest..'

Lois, put down the phone.
You won't get through.

'Uh, as of yet, I can see'

'no fire apparatus
on the scene.'

'I'm going to
the police station.'

They need to know
what they're up against.

Meet me at the Planet.

Superman, I hope
you're out there.

'Terence Baker for LexCom News.'

- Yeah! Yeah! Alright!
- Yeah!

- Yee-haw!
- Gentlemen!

I'd like to propose a toast.

Let's cook.

You know what they say
about people who play with fire?

Yeah! They get burnt.

It's about time
someone cooled you guys off.

H-hey!

You can't leave us like this.

'The
police are on their way.'

I'm sure they'll have
a nice toasty cell

waiting for you.

Well, it's about time.

How the mighty have fallen.

Save the speeches.
Just untie me.

No, I don't think that would
do either of us much good.

- We had a deal.
- No, we had a plan.

Although, it seems it turned
out a little bit better for me

than it did for you.

I was able to pick up
all the real estate

I need for Lex Harbor at,
shall we say, fire sale prices

thanks to the Toasters.

Whereas you, my dear

you had it all in the
palm of your hand

the Metros, West River

the future as a
legitimate entrepreneur

and you got careless.

You let a reporter..

...come between you
and an empire.

I'll tell everyone
you're behind the Toasters.

No, I don't think
you'll do that.

You're intelligent,
you know that my power extends

well beyond the normal reach

even to Metropolis'
women's prison.

'No, Toni, you'll take the
blame, you'll do your time.'

I'll keep my eye on
things here in West River

and when they let you out

maybe I'll let you back
into the game.

You're a dangerous man, Lex.

I never realized
how dangerous until now.

Well, thank you, my dear.

Thank you very much.

And..

...welcome to big business.

- How did you find me?
- I had a tip.

We've got to get out of here
before the Toasters come back.

Uh, Superman already
took care of them.

Looks like you
came through for me.

Looks like you let me down.

I had to create a situation

that would allow me
to take over the Metros.

- There was no other way.
- There's always another way.

Charlie, please.

My name's not Charlie.

It's Clark Kent.

I work at the Daily Planet.

I guess both of us
were hiding the truth.

Yeah.

So... what happens now?

I think you know.

Can I talk you out of it?

I guess not.

I'll miss you, Charlie.

Every parcel on the list.

Excellent.

Let's move directly
to phase two.

I'd like to break ground
on Lex Harbor

sometime next month.

Well, I wouldn't worry
about that.

Toni Taylor and I
have an arrangement.

The weapons?
Destroy them. Plans, too.

Should we ever need to revive
the Toaster technology

it should be... easy enough.

Hi.

Where have you been? I
already finished the story.

Well, save room for a sidebar
on Toni Taylor.

I've just been saying goodbye.

A touching farewell, I suppose.

She wasn't all bad.

Well, nobody's all
bad, Clark, or all good.

- Except Superman.
- 'Naturally.'

Superman, for example
would not have

tried to cut me out of a story

by ratting on me
to the opposing team.

It's a good thing I got myself
back into the game

and scored
the winning touchdown.

Well, sometimes the quarterback
has to fake a throw

to his primary receiver

in order to free up
his secondary target...

I'm getting really tired
of fumbling around

with all of these
football metaphors.

Me, too. I pass.

Let's drop the ball, okay?

Okay.

But tell me, honestly..

...you weren't the
slightest bit jealous

of me and Toni Taylor?

You'd like that, wouldn't you?

Me, home alone,
in a shlumpy robe

crying into a tub
of Rocky road?

In your dreams, Kent.

In your dreams.