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There was a time above.

A time before.

There were perfect things,

diamond absolutes.

How things fall.

Things on Earth.

And what falls...

Master Wayne!

- ...is fallen.
- Bruce!

Bruce, it's all right.

Bruce, please.

Martha.

In the dream, they took me to the light.

A beautiful lie.

- Jack.
- Bruce.

Jack, listen to me.

I want you to get everyone
out of the building right now.

- You understand?
- Oh, my God.

Stay away from the windows!

Let's go. Come on.
Start moving now, people. Let's go.

The boss wants us out of the building,
so let's make it happen.

Jack. Jack!

We're sorry.

All circuits are busy now.
Will you please try your call again later?

Heavenly God, creator of Heaven and Earth,

have mercy on my soul.

Jack!

Mr. Wayne!

Mr. Wayne! I can't feel my legs.

I can't feel my legs.

We need help over here!

Help me. I can't feel my legs.

You're gonna be okay. You hear me?

Wallace? What do they call you, Wally?

You're the boss, boss.

All right. You're gonna be okay.

Easy, easy. Come on.

Oh, my God. I can't move my leg.

My God. I can't feel my legs.

It's okay. You're gonna be okay.

You're okay. All right? Huh?

You know what? We're gonna find your mom.

Where is she?

Are you a terrorist, General?

They did not tell me the interview
was with a lady.

I'm not a lady. I'm a journalist.

What I am is a man with nothing
except a love of my people.

Don't open... You just exposed...

Who's paying for these
security contractors, General?

Who pays for the drones
that pass over our heads at night?

One question begs another.

Yes?

CIA.

They're tracking us!

You!

No!

It's okay, Lois.

I...

I didn't know.

Ignorance is not the same as innocence,

Miss Lane.

Get up! Stand up!

Move out!

Take one step,
you will see the inside of her head.

The women in the village heard a noise.

Like the sky cracked open.

He came down. So many dead.

Even worse came after.

The government attacked.

No mercy in the villages.

My parents tried to run.

The world has been so caught up
with what Superman can do

that no one has asked what he should do.

Let the record show that this
committee holds him responsible.

He'll never answer to you.

He answers to no one.
Not even, I think, to God.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I was gonna cook.

Surprise you.

They held hearings about what happened.

- They're saying that...
- I don't care.

I don't care what they're saying.

The woman I love could have
been blown up or shot.

Think of what could have happened.

Well, think about what did happen.

I didn't kill those men,
if that's what they think.

If that's what you're saying.

No, I'm saying
I want to understand what happened.

I'm saying thank you for saving my life.

I'm saying there's a cost.

I just don't know if it's possible.

Don't know if what's possible?

For you to love me and be you.

Clark!

Clark, you're going
to flood the apartment.

Mmm-hmm.

Go.

It's okay.

It's okay.

We're gonna help. We're here to help.

We're gonna get you out of here. Okay?

I don't understand.

Please don't. Please don't.

Please. I don't know who he is.

I don't know who he is!

No!

Oh, fuck.

Christ!

I saw him.

I never saw him before.
I... I didn't know.

You almost took my face off.

How about you don't shoot
the good guys, huh?

Oh. Jesus Christ.

He branded him.

You still working?

You're getting slow
in your old age, Alfred.

Comes to us all, Master Wayne.

Even you got too old to die young.

And not for lack of trying.

Funnel-ferry butterbar.
Funnel-ferry butterbar.

Funnel-ferry butterbar. Funnel-ferry...

There's nothing wrong with the microphone.

It's this new layer of armor.

I'll just have to rewire.

So, last night was productive?

No. He's too low-level. He knew nothing.

This is the man who knows things.

Anatoli Knyazev. He's Russian.

Contracts all over the globe,
but he's based out of the port of Gotham.

Weapons and human trafficking.

So the White Portuguese is a Russian.

That's the theory.

No. The theory is that the Russian
will lead me to the man himself.

If he is, indeed, a "him."

You don't even know if he exists.
Could be a phantasm.

One that wants to bring
a dirty bomb into Gotham?

High-stakes round.

New rules.

We're criminals, Alfred.

We've always been criminals.
Nothing's changed.

Oh, yes, it has, sir.

Everything's changed.

Men fall from the sky.

The gods hurl thunderbolts.

Innocents die.

That's how it starts, sir.

The fever. The rage.

The feeling of powerlessness.

It turns good men cruel.

Justice turned dark across the harbor,

when police found
an alleged sex trafficker

apparently tortured and branded
by the Gotham Bat.

The man is the second criminal
found bearing the Bat Brand.

The first victim,
an accused child predator,

later was assaulted in prison, and remains
in critical care from his injuries.

One source tells Metropolis 8
that many believe

the mark of the Bat Brand in prison,
essentially, is a death sentence.

In other news, the mayor has announced...

John, get D.

Ooh. Ah. Ahoy, ahoy!
I did not know you were here.

- Man on the marquee.
- Yeah, don't believe it.

My father named the company after himself.

He was the Lex in front of the Corp.
How you doin'?

Oh, really great.

Really great? Good. Good. Uh, follow me.

You know, Dad was born in East Germany.

He grew up eating stale crackers.

And every other Saturday,
he had to march in a parade

and wave flowers at tyrants.

So, I think it was providence
that his son, me,

would end up with this.

One of my Rebuild Metropolis
crews found it.

Little souvenir from
the Kryptonian World Engine.

What does a rock have to do
with homeland security?

Homeland security?

No, no, no, ma'am, planetary security.

The fragment
is of a radioactive xenomineral.

We suspected it might
have bio-interactions,

so we took the sample to AMRIID,

where they keep the remains
of the Kryptonian decedent.

And, when we exposed General Zod
to the mineral, this happened.

Profound biodegradation.
Decaying Kryptonian cells.

We concluded the mineral could be weaponized
if a large enough sample was found.

And then, among the fishes, a whale.

Ah!

Lying at the bottom of the Indian Ocean.

Emerald City.

Beautiful.

Now, Rocky is radioactive,

but what he needs from you
is an import license.

And why would we want to
weaponize this material?

As a deterrent.

A silver bullet to keep in reserve,
to use against the Kryptonians,

so the day does not come, madam,

when your children are waving
daisies at a reviewing stand.

Last I looked, the only one of those
flying around up here was Superman.

Ha-ha, yes. Superman.
Yeah, but there are...

There are more of them.

The metahuman thesis.

Yes, the metahuman thesis.

More likely than not
these exceptional beings live among us.

The basis of our myths. Gods among men
upon our little blue planet here.

Now, you don't have to use
a silver bullet.

But if you forge one...

Well, then we don't have
to depend upon the kindness of monsters.

Sir, get down.

Sir, I said get down!

Now!

Can we get some backup here?

Hey! Hey! Don't do it!

Hey!

Lois! Crime lab, on three.

- This is Lane.
- Kent.

You're Sports today.

I want you to follow up on football.

"Underdog Dreams Dashed:
Ten Yards Between Gotham and Glory."

Hey. Are you guys watching this?

Emergency responders quickly created a
precautionary perimeter around Heroes Park

while they brought the man down
from this beloved monument.

The suspect has been identified
as Wallace Vernon Keefe.

I work for Bruce Wayne!

I work for Bruce Wayne!

He'll be arraigned
on charges of vandalism,

resisting arrest, and the felony
charge of making terrorist threats.

That carries up to 40 years in prison.

Poor son of a bitch.

Metropolis News 8.

- Jenny.
- Hmm.

Headline, "End of Love Affair
with Man in the Sky,

"question mark."

Okay.

There are ways we can help each other.

Would you step into my office here?

Yes.

What's your wish list?

Access to the wreck of
the crashed Kryptonian ship?

Done.

The complete remains
of the dead alien for testing.

You want Zod's body?

Okay.

Mmm.

It's cherry.

Mmm-mmm.

Show 'em what you got!

Let's go. Come on!

Throw a punch, will ya?

Let's go! Come on!

Thank you.

The house treats luck like an insult.

Good luck for one is always
his brother's misfortune.

Three nights with a Bolshoi ballerina,
that line was all she taught me.

Not all, I'm sure. Good evening.

It's like a one-man reign of terror.

This Bat vigilante has been
consistently targeting the port

and the adjacent projects and tenements.

And, as far as I can tell,
the cops are actually helping him.

"Crime Wave in Gotham."

Other breaking news, "Water, Wet."

Did you file the football yet?

Why aren't we covering this?

Poor people don't buy papers?

People don't buy papers, period, Kent.

Perry, when you assign a story,
you're making a choice about who matters.

And who's worth it.

Good morning, Smallville.

The American conscience died
with Robert, Martin, and John.

Sorry. I'm sorry.

No match. My guys in the crime lab
never seen one before.

It's called a bullet.
You shoot people with them.

Recovered from the scene
of the firefight in the desert.

Not sold anywhere commercially
in the world, even black market.

So?

So who gave prototype military rounds
to Tuareg fighters in the Sahara?

The Ask, Lois.

Flight to D.C. tonight.
Couple of days there.

Go.

Coach. No extra legroom.

Economy plus.

Coach!

Senator.

My dad always said that Kentucky mash
was the secret to health.

Mmm.

This was his room.

I left it just the way it was.

That's silly.

The magical thinking of orphan boys.

I'm blocking the import
license for your mineral.

The redcapes are coming.

The redcapes are coming.

Hmm...

You and your hearings.

Galloping through the streets to warn us.

One if by land, two if by air.

Mmm.

Do you know the oldest lie
in America, Senator?

Can I call you June?

You can call me whatever you like.

Take a bucket of piss and
call it Granny's Peach Tea.

Mmm-hmm.

Take a weapon of assassination
and call it deterrence.

You won't fool a fly or me.

I'm not gonna drink it.

You don't think Dad would mind, do you?

If I changed just...
Just one thing in this room?

Because that should be upside-down.

We know better now, don't we?

The devils don't come
from Hell beneath us. No.

No, they come from the sky.

Wrong room, miss.

Secretary Swanwick, you haven't
been returning my phone calls.

Miss Lane, if you'd like an interview,
Major Farris is just outside that door.

You're treating me like a stranger?

I'm treating you like a reporter.

All right. Is the US providing
experimental military arms

to rebels in Africa?

You know, with balls like yours,
you belong in here.

What's your source on this?
A tin foil hat?

No, not tin. But it's metal.

Fired in the Superman incident.

Experts at the Pentagon can't ID it.
We haven't been told the truth.

Here's the truth.

A reporter got greedy for a scoop
and went where she shouldn't have.

Superman acted like some rogue combatant
to rescue her, and people died.

Don't invent a conspiracy
theory to put back his halo.

Or yours.

- Major.
- Sir.

Oh.

I hope the next generation of Waynes
won't inherit an empty wine cellar.

Not that there's likely
to be a next generation.

Thank you, sir.

This is every call made
from the Russian's phone.

Two mentions of business
with the White Portuguese.

And it's continually
transmitting blacked-out data

to the personal residence
of Alexander Luthor.

You think Lex Luthor
is the White Portuguese?

I can't see that he needs the income
from imported arms.

Regardless, I'll need to put a leech at
his house, and I'm gonna need the suit.

The Bat interrogated six people
and came away with nothing.

It was Bruce Wayne
that got the information.

Well, Bruce Wayne can't
break into Lex Luthor's house.

Bruce Wayne won't have to.

He's been invited.

Who's that?

You must be new to
the "let them eat cake" beat.

That is Bruce Wayne.

Philanthropist, bibliophile...

True friend of the Library of Metropolis,

Mr. Lex Luthor.

Me? Ah. Okay.

Nicky. Uh...

You're embarrassing me. Um...

Speech, speech. Uh...

Blah, blah, blah. Uh...

Open bar.

The end.

Uh...

The word "philanthropist"
comes from the Greek.

Meaning a lover of humanity.

It was coined about 2,500 years ago.

All right. Where am I going, Alfred?

Go past the elevator.

Do a left.

That's right, must be.

It's in the service corridor
in the basement.

Go down the stairs.

Gods and men. Prometheus went with us.

And he ruined Zeus' plan to destroy mankind,
and for that he was given a thunderbolt.

Hmm, that seems unfair.

On a serious note,
the Library of Metropolis...

Go to the stairs. You saw them
on your way in. Down the stairs.

But at one time,
Dad could not buy them. No.

My father could not afford
books growing up.

He had to root through the garbage
for yesterday's newspaper.

All right.
You got the kitchens on your right.

Do a left.

Right in front of you.
That's where you want to be.

May I help you, Mr. Wayne?

I just...

I thought the bathroom was down here.
I must have...

That last martini was
two too many, I think.

Men's room is upstairs.

Great. I'm okay.

I like those shoes.

I can't stay down here, Alfred.

Go upstairs and socialize.

Some young lady from Metropolis
will make you honest.

In your dreams, Alfred.

Books are knowledge, and knowledge
is power, and I am...

No. Uh, um...

No. What am I? I... What was I saying? No.

The bittersweet pain among men is having
knowledge with no power, because...

Because that is paradoxical! And, um...

Thank you for coming.

Please drink. Drink.

Mr. Wayne? Mr. Wayne?
Clark Kent, Daily Planet.

My foundation has already issued
a statement in support of books.

- Sir?
- Um...

Wow. Pretty girl. Bad habit.
Don't quote me. All right?

What's your position on
the Bat vigilante in Gotham?

Daily Planet. Do I own this one?
Or is that the other guy?

Civil liberties are being
trampled on in your city.

Good people are living in fear.

Don't believe everything you hear, son.

I've seen it, Mr. Wayne.
He thinks he's above the law.

The Daily Planet criticizing
those who think they're above the law

is a little hypocritical,
wouldn't you say?

Considering every time
your hero saves a cat out of a tree,

you write a puff piece editorial

about an alien who, if he wanted to,
could burn the whole place down.

There wouldn't be a damn thing
we could do to stop him.

Most of the world doesn't
share your opinion, Mr. Wayne.

Maybe it's the Gotham City in me.

We just have a bad history
with freaks dressed like clowns.

Boys! Um!

Bruce Wayne meets Clark Kent. Ha!

I love it.
I love bringing people together.

How are we?

- Lex.
- Hello. Good.

Hi, hello, Lex, it is a pleasure. Ow!

Wow! That is a good grip!

You should not pick a fight
with this person.

So, after all these years,
we finally got you over to Metropolis.

Well, I thought I'd come drink you dry.

Well, you're welcome.

You should hop the harbor
more often, though.

I'd love to show you my labs.

Maybe we could partner on something.

My R and D is up to all sorts of no good.

That's seven minutes.

Looks like the transfer's complete.

- Mr. Luthor.
- Yes?

- The governor.
- Governor.

- Excuse me.
- Next time.

Governor! Hi!

Lex, it's good to see you.

Excuse me.

VIKRAM We, as a population on this
planet, have been looking for a savior.

90% of people believe in a higher power,

and every religion believes
in some sort of messianic figure.

And when this savior character
actually comes to Earth,

we want to make him abide by our rules?

We have to understand that
this is a paradigm shift.

We have to start thinking beyond politics.

Are there any moral
constraints on this person?

We have international law.

On this Earth,
every act is a political act.

Is it really surprising that the most
powerful man in the world

should be a figure of controversy?

To have an individual engaging

in these state-level interventions
should give us all pause.

Human beings have a horrible track record

of following people with great power

down paths that led to
huge human atrocities.

We have always created
icons in our own image.

What we've done is
we project ourselves onto him.

The fact is, maybe he's not
some sort of devil or Jesus character.

Maybe he's just a guy
trying to do the right thing.

We're talking about a being
whose very existence

challenges our own
sense of priority in the universe.

And you go back to Copernicus,
where he restored the Sun

in the center of the known universe,
displacing Earth.

And you get to Darwinian evolution,

and you find out we're not
special on this Earth,

we're just one among other lifeforms.

And now we learn that we're not even

special in the entire universe
because there is Superman.

There he is. An alien among us.

We're not alone.

Are you, as a United States senator,

personally comfortable saying
to a grieving parent,

"Superman could have saved your child,

"but on principle,
we did not want him to act"?

I'm not saying he shouldn't act.

I'm saying he shouldn't act unilaterally.

What are we talking about here, then?

Must there be a Superman?

There is.

Keefe. You made bail.

Open two.

Who paid?

Who the hell are you?

Just a man.

Yeah? Well, what do you want?

To help you stand for something.

Your 3:00 is here.

He made me half a man.

Let me face him.

So.

I logged into your Dropbox to find copy.

There's copy all right.

But nothing about football.

Nothing about the friends
of the Metropolis Library,

just the goddamn Gotham Bat thing
I told you not to pursue.

If the police won't help,
the press has to do the right thing.

You don't get to decide
what the right thing is.

When the Planet was founded,
it stood for something, Perry.

And so could you if it was 1938,
but it's not 1938.

WPA ain't hiring no more.
Apples don't cost a nickel.

Not in here, not out there.
You drop this thing!

Nobody cares about Clark Kent
taking on the Batman.

It's the Sword of Alexander.

It's the blade that cut the Gordian knot.

It's a triumph.

Yes.

- Enjoy.
- Thank you.

It's a fake.

The real one was sold
in '98 on the black market.

And now it hangs...

Over the bed of the Sultan of Hajar.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, miss.

The other night you took something
that doesn't belong to you.

Stealing's not polite.

Is it stealing if you steal
from another thief?

Who are you?

Someone interested
in the same man you are.

Is that right?

I believe Mr. Luthor has a photograph
that belongs to me.

Did you get it?

As it happens, no, I didn't.

The data you copied has
military-grade encryption.

You know, I bet with that dress,

9 out of 10 men will let you
get away with anything.

But you're the 10th?

I'm guessing I'm the first to see
through that babe-in-the-woods act.

You don't know me,
but I've known a few women like you.

I don't think you've ever
known a woman like me.

You know, it's true what
they say about little boys.

Born with no natural inclination to share.

I didn't steal your drive. I borrowed it.

You'll find it in the glove
compartment of your car.

Mr. Wayne.

Did you get it?

The rock?

Yeah, we got it.

I'm sorry.

Get down! Get down now!

No!

She was my world.

And you took her from me.

Bruce!

Bruce! Listen to me now!

It's Lois!

It's Lois Lane!

She's the key!

Am I too soon?

I'm too soon!

You're right about him!

You've always been right about him!

Fear him! Fear him!

Find us, Bruce!

You have to find us!

The White Portuguese is not a man.

It's a ship.

Master Wayne, since the age of seven

you have been to the art of deception
as Mozart to the harpsichord.

But you've never been
too hot at lying to me.

The White Portuguese is not
carrying a dirty bomb.

What is it carrying?

It's a weapon.

It's a rock.

A mineral capable of weakening
Kryptonian cells.

The first sample big enough
to mean something

turned up in the Indian Ocean
three months ago.

It is now aboard the White Portuguese
being delivered to Lex Luthor.

Who I am going to steal it from.

To keep it out of Luthor's hands.

To destroy it.

No.

You're gonna go to war?

That son of a bitch brought
the war to us two years ago.

Jesus, Alfred. Count the dead.
Thousands of people.

What's next? Millions?

He has the power to wipe out
the entire human race,

and if we believe there's even
a 1% chance that he is our enemy,

we have to take it
as an absolute certainty.

And we have to destroy him.

But he is not our enemy.

Not today.

Twenty years in Gotham, Alfred.

We've seen what promises are worth.

How many good guys are left.

How many stayed that way.

Kent, I want to talk to you.

Kent!

Where does he go? Where does he go, Jenny?

I don't... I don't know.

Clicks his heels three times,
goes back to Kansas, I suppose.

Son of a...

I don't have a halo over me,
Mr. Secretary.

I went into the desert, people died.

It keeps me awake. It should.

If you think that Superman is a murderer,
then throw it away.

But I don't believe you think that.

Move out!

Go, go, go, go!

No!

Where is he?

Next time they shine your light
in the sky, don't go to it.

The Bat is dead. Bury it.

Consider this mercy.

Tell me.

Do you bleed?

You will.

How do we determine what's good?

In a democracy, good is a conversation,
not a unilateral decision.

So I urge Superman to come

to this Hill of the People tomorrow
to see those who have suffered.

The world needs to know
what happened in that desert.

And to know what he stands for.

How far will he take his power?

Does he act by our will or by his own?

People hate what they don't understand.

But they see what you do,
and they know who you are.

You're not a killer, a threat.

I never wanted this world to have you.

Be their hero, Clark. Be their monument.

Be their angel.
Be anything they need you to be.

Or be none of it.

You don't owe this world a thing.

You never did.

C.I. thinks the desert was a setup.

Somebody wanted Superman to look guilty.

The bullet?

The metal was developed
by a private company.

What company?

LexCorp.

Lex Luthor?

He also had private security contractors
at the desert compound.

Go on record.

Not a chance. It's classified.

I happen to like my job.

It doesn't make sense.

You said that the ambush was
arranged to frame Superman,

but how could they know
that he'd show up in the...

In the middle of the desert. Thank you.

The Senate hearing is expected
to get underway any minute now.

And of course the big unknown in all
of this is will Superman show up?

That is what they're really
waiting to see.

Mr. Keefe. Mr. Keefe.

Soledad O'Brien, In the Moment.

Quick question for you.

You're heading in
to meet with the senators.

What will you tell them?

I've come here to tell them to wake up.

This is flesh and blood.

He has delivered a war here.

And this...

This is what war looks like.
I have nothing.

There are plenty of people,
sir, who would say he's their hero.

He is not a hero.

Grace, can you get Greg up here, please?

Right now.

Senator!

Hi, you.

Don't go anywhere. I want to talk to you.

You know what?

Mercy, you go in and make sure
no one takes my seat.

So what you been up to?

I'm just here to tell my story.

That I was willing to finance
a Kryptonian deterrent,

but a certain junior senator
from Kentucky decided to block it.

Yes, the chair of the committee
on Superman is soft on security.

Greg, why hasn't he been
getting our checks?

He is, Mr. Wayne.

He gets a check from
the Victims Fund every month.

He returns them.

...who lost both his legs in those
horrific events in Metropolis

that happened two years ago.

Jesus.

Why haven't I seen this?

I'm sorry. I'll get to the bottom of it.

And there he is. Superman is here.

He is actually
at the United States Capitol.

This is really a historic moment.

Now we expect that Superman will give
some kind of a statement to the Senate,

to the American people,
and, of course, to the world.

He's here. He came.

- He's above the Capitol.
- Ah.

You are gonna be on the
hot seat in there, Junebug.

I grew up on a farm.
I know how to wrestle a pig.

Do you know the oldest lie
in America, Senator?

It's that power can be innocent.

Good luck.

Oh, miss...

Rudy, she's good to go.

Get out!

- Get out! Get out!
- Superman! Superman!

Another one came this morning, Mr. Wayne.

Let me say at the outset
that I'm grateful to our witness

for coming before us today.

This is how a democracy works.

We talk to each other.

We act by the consent
of the governed, sir.

I have sat here before
to say that shadow interventions

will not be tolerated by this committee.

Neither will lies.

Because today is a day for truth.

Because only by speaking...

Only by working together can we...

Can we...

Can we create a free, and a...

Oh, my God!

We're back at the nation's Capitol,
where something is happening.

Capitol police are confirming to CNN
that the suspected bomber is

Wallace Vernon Keefe. Now these sources...

Clark, it's me again. Can you...

...could have gotten
the explosive device into the hearing

by concealing them inside his wheelchair.

As for Superman, he was in the room,
but obviously failed to stop him.

I didn't see it, Lo.

I was standing right there
and I didn't see it.

Clark, there are people behind this.

I'm afraid I didn't see it
because I wasn't looking.

All this time, I've been living
my life the way my father saw it.

Righting wrongs for a ghost.

Thinking I'm here to do good.

Superman was never real.

Just the dream of a farmer from Kansas.

That farmer's dream
is all some people have.

It's all that gives them hope.

This means something.

It did on my world.

My world doesn't exist anymore.

Welcome.

Analysis reveals ship
operating at 37% efficiency.

Would you like to assume command?

Yes, I would.

Yes, I would.

Very well. Let's begin.

The Kryptonian archive contains knowledge
from 100,000 different worlds.

Good. Teach me.

Alexander Luthor, your security
override has been accepted.

Genesis Chamber ready
to analyze genetic sample.

Acknowledging presence
of genetic material.

Analyzing.

I've identified the host as
General Zod of Kandor.

Acknowledging presence
of foreign genetic material.

Analyzing.

You flew too close to the sun.

Now look at you.

Advising. Action forbidden.

It has been decreed
by the Council of Krypton

that none will ever again
give life to a deformity

so hateful to sight and memory.

The desecration without name.

And where is the Council of Krypton?

Destroyed, sir.

Then proceed.

Very well.

Preparing chrysalis
and commencing metamorphosis.

"And so we are left to wonder

"if Superman was aware of
the threat and did nothing,

"was he then complicit
in the Capitol tragedy?"

Still no Kent?

"His disappearance raises questions."

No.

"How can he simply have disappeared

"at a time when we, as a nation,
need him more than ever?"

Burn him, burn him, burn him.

Burn him, burn him, burn him.

Something, isn't it?

We men of Kansas live on a pancake,
so we come to the mountains.

All downhill from here,
down to the floodplain.

Farm at the bottom of the world.

I remember one season the water came bad.

I couldn't have been 12.

Dad had out the shovels
and we went at it all night.

We worked till, I think, I fainted.

But we managed to stop the water.

We saved the farm.

Your grandma baked me a cake.
Said I was a hero.

Later that day we found out
we blocked the water all right.

We sent it upstream.

The whole Lang farm washed away.

While I ate my hero cake,
their horses were drowning.

I used to hear them wailing in my sleep.

Did the nightmares ever stop?

Yeah.

When I met your mother.

She gave me faith that
there's good in this world.

She was my world.

I miss you, son.

I miss you too, Dad.

You know you can't win this.

It's suicide.

I'm older now than my father ever was.

This may be the only thing
I do that matters.

Twenty years of fighting criminals
amounts to nothing?

Criminals are like weeds, Alfred.

Pull one up, another grows in its place.

This is about the future of the world.

This is my legacy.

My father sat me down right here.

Told me what Wayne Manor was built on.

Railroads, real estates, and oil.

The first generation made their fortune
trading with the French.

Pelts and skins.

They were hunters.

We gotta wait for more evidence,
but the question still remains,

where is he?

If Superman was not involved,
if he's got nothing to hide,

then why hasn't he been seen
since the day of this tragedy?

You can't...

The night is here.

Excuse me.

Don't I know...

Plain Lo in the morning. Lola in slacks.

Lois Lane.

Mmm. Come see the view.

Um... Mmm-mmm.

Now the secret to the height
is the building material.

It's light metals
which sway a bit in the wind.

Hmm.

And you know something about LexCorp
metals, don't you, Miss Lane?

I've proven what you've done.

Wow, you're feisty.

Unfortunately, that will blow away.

Like sand in the desert.

You're psychotic.

That is a three-syllable word
for any thought too big for little minds.

Hmm. Next category: circles.

Round and round
and round they go to find Superman.

Wrong category, boy. No, no, triangles.

Yes, Euclid's triangle inequality.

The shortest distance between
any two points is a straight path.

And I believe the straightest path
to Superman is a pretty little road...

Mmm. Called Lois Lane.

You came back.

You came back.

Boy, do we have problems up here!

The problem of... Of evil in the world.

The problem of absolute virtue.

I'll take you in without breaking you.

Which is more than you deserve.

The problem of you
on top of everything else.

You above all.

Because that's what God is.

Horus. Apollo. Jehovah. Kal-El.

Clark Joseph Kent.

See, what we call God
depends upon our tribe, Clark-Joe.

Because God is tribal. God takes sides.

No man in the sky intervened
when I was a boy

to deliver me from
Daddy's fist and abominations. Mmm.

I figured out way back,

if God is all-powerful,
he cannot be all-good.

And if he is all-good,
then he cannot be all-powerful.

And neither can you be.

They need to see the fraud you are.

With their eyes.

The blood on your hands.

What have you done?

Hmm. And tonight, they will.

Yes. Because you, my friend,
have a date. Hmm.

Across the bay.

Ripe fruit, his hate. Two years growing.

But it did not take much
to push him over, actually.

Little red notes, big bang.

You let your family die!

And now you will fly to him.
And you will battle him.

To the death.

Black and blue. Fight Night!

The greatest gladiator match
in the history of the world.

God versus man.

Day versus night.

Son of Krypton versus Bat of Gotham.

You think I'll fight him for you?

Hmm, yes, I do.

I think you will fight-fight-fight
for that special lady in your life.

She's safe on the ground. How about you?

Close, but I am not talking about Lois.

No.

Every boy's special lady is his mother.

Martha, Martha, Martha.

Hmm.

Why, the mother of a flying demon
must be a witch.

The punishment for witches, what is that?

That's right. Death by fire.

Mmm.

Where is she?

I don't know!
I would not let them tell me!

Now... If you kill me, Martha dies.

And if you fly away, mmm,
Martha also dies.

But if you kill the Bat...

Martha lives.

There we go. There we go. Hmm.

And now God bends to my will.

Ooh, now the cameras
are waiting at your ship.

For the world to see
the holes in the holy.

Yes, the Almighty comes clean
about how dirty he is when it counts.

To save Martha,
bring me the head of the Bat.

Ah.

Mother of God, would you look at the time?

When you came here, you had an hour.

Now it's less.

CNN's own Brooke Baldwin is on the scene.

Brooke, you're live on the air.
What are you seeing?

There's something happening at the ship.

It's sending massive power surges.

Police helicopters surrounding the area.

They've created a barricade
around this containment center.

And we're trying to get a little bit
closer here to find out what's going on.

It is absolute chaos.

You can see that lightning,
those surges of electricity.

They seem to be getting
stronger by the minute.

Daily Planet.

Lois.

I have to go to Gotham
to convince him to help me.

Who?

Or he has to die.

Clark.

No one stays good in this world.

2400 hours and 2 minutes.
Subject declining rapidly.

All procedural interventions have failed.

Outcome will be death.

Dr. Silas Stone
suspending all clinical protocol.

US Gov, object 6-19-82
is successfully activated.

I need a chopper to Gotham.

Call the heliport.

Chopper? We can barely afford a bicycle.

You wanna chase a story? Go to the ship.

Superman's probably there already.

Perry, it's not for a story.

Jenny, get her a chopper to Gotham.

And forget the heliport.
Put it on the goddamn roof.

On the roof, Lois!

Where are we headed?

There!

Well, here I am.

Bruce. Please.

I was wrong. You have to listen to me.

Lex wants us to...

You don't understand.

There's no time!

I understand.

Stay down!

If I wanted it, you'd be dead already.

Breathe it in.

That's fear.

You're not brave.

Men are brave.

I bet your parents taught you
that you mean something.

That you're here for a reason.

My parents taught me a different lesson...

...dying in the gutter for no reason at all.

They taught me the world only
makes sense if you force it to.

You were never a God.

You were never even a man.

You're letting him kill Martha.

What does that mean?

Why did you say that name?

Find him.

Save

Martha.

Martha.

Martha.

Why did you say that name?

Martha! Why did you say that name?

Clark! Stop!

Please! Stop!

Why did you say that name?

It's his mother's name.

It's his mother's name.

We're not getting any answers.

We're still right outside
the containment center.

A dangerous situation.

Military and police personnel
surrounding the area.

Luthor.

He wanted your life for hers.

She's losing time.

The scout ship seems to be
drawing power from the city.

It's got to be Lex.

They need you at that ship. I'll find her.

- My mother needs me.
- Wait.

I'll make you a promise.

Martha won't die tonight.

Master Wayne.

Alfred.

Uh, I'm sorry for listening in,
but I've tracked the Russian's phone

to a warehouse near the port.

You're locked onto it.

I'm afraid this is goodbye.

And every time we say goodbye,
you die a little.

- Take it down.
- Go! Go!

You have to take it, Alfred.

Ah, right.

Commencing drone mode.

Thermal imaging is showing me
two dozen hostiles on the third floor.

Why don't I drop you off on the second?

Drop it.

I said drop it!

I'll kill her.

Believe me, I'll do it.

I believe you.

It's okay. I'm a friend of your son's.

I figured.

The cape.

"Late, late," says the White Rabbit.

Thirty seconds to animation.

Right, wabbit?

Hmm. Out of tricks, out of time.

And one Bat head short.

Twenty seconds to animation.

Ah. That'll be the cook. Excuse me.

Uh, Gotham Roast. Well done.

Hello. Break the bad news.

I'd rather do the breaking in person.

Ten seconds to animation.

- You've lost.
- Nine. Eight.

I cannot let you win.

I gave the Bat a fighting chance to do it,
but he was not strong enough.

So, if man won't kill God...

...two, one.

...the devil will do it!

- We've got to get out of here!
- Perry!

All right. Stay calm, everybody!

We're getting reports
there are total blackouts

in the north and to
the northwest of the city.

Federal authorities are trying to determine
if this is part of a larger terrorist attack.

Ancient Kryptonian deformity.

Blood of my blood.

Born to destroy you.

Your Doomsday.

Now God is good as dead.

Oh!

POTUS joining.

Mr. President.

What the hell is it, Calvin?

These are live images from the top
of the LexCorp tower in downtown Metropolis.

Military aircraft are on the scene.

This thing emerged from the Kryptonian
crash site just moments ago.

Thankfully though, the work day is over
in the downtown core.

It's nearly empty.

Now military aircraft.
Those are Apache helicopters.

They have now just arrived.
The images that...

We've, uh... We just lost
connection with Metropolis 8 News.

Now, it's not clear what just happened.

What's happening there, Alfred?

How best to describe it?

Metropolis airspace
has been closed briefly.

Excuse me?

We kindly ask that you stay in your seats.

Excuse me?

Miss Prince?

Sir. Look, they've cleared the city.

Looks like he's taking it into space.

We can go
straight to Key Red, Mr. President.

Not yet. Are you crazy?

They're high enough that we can nuke 'em
with no casualties, sir.

One casualty, Mr. President. Superman.

God have mercy on us all.

- Key is hot.
- Key is hot.

Red birds are armed to deploy, sir.

Fire at will.

Three, two, one...

Oh, God.

Projectile 1. Impact.

Stryker's Island, east of Metropolis.

That's uninhabited.

Projectile 2...

No apparent reentry.

Projectile 2?

Superman, Mr. President.
Projectile 2 was Superman.

Sir.

It's moving.

The shockwaves are getting stronger.

Every time we hit it,
we make it more powerful.

We can't attack.

What are you saying, Calvin?

I'm saying it's unkillable.

Master Wayne, are you receiving me?

Alfred.

It's Kryptonian.

Only Kryptonite weapons can kill it.

They might. If you had any left.

I got one round left.

The spear. Alfred, the spear.
It's pure Kryptonite.

It's back in Gotham.

If I can penetrate the skin,
the spear will kill it.

It would in theory.

I've gotta get it to chase me
back to the city.

Back to the Kryptonite.

Oh, shit.

Why did you bring him back to the city?

The port is abandoned.

There's a weapon here that can kill it.

Did you find the spear?

I've been a little busy.

This thing, this creature,
seems to feed on energy.

This thing is from another world.

My world.

I've killed things
from other worlds before.

Is she with you?

I thought she was with you.

Clark!

Clark!

Clark!

Clark!

Clark! Are you all right?

I love you.

No. No, Clark, you can't.

This is my world.

No, Clark, don't.

You are my world.

No.

Please. Clark!

Hi.

Clark had this sent here,
so he could surprise you.

All those circuses back east
burying an empty box.

They don't know how to honor him,

except as a soldier.

I've failed him in life.

I won't fail him in death.

Help me find the others like you.

Perhaps they don't want to be found.

They will. And they'll fight.

We have to stand together.

A hundred years ago,
I walked away from mankind.

From a century of horrors.

Man made a world where
standing together is impossible.

Men are still good.

We fight. We kill.

We betray one another.

But we can rebuild.

We can do better.

We will.

We have to.

The others like me.

Why did you say they'll have to fight?

Just a feeling.

Turn around and face the wall.

Place your forehead against the wall.

Put your hands behind your back,
so that I can come in and restrain you.

Whatever you do, wherever you go,

I'll be watching you.

But the bell's already been rung.

And they've heard it.

Out in the dark.

Among the stars. Hmm.

Ding dong, the God is dead.

But a bell cannot be unrung!

He's hungry. He's found us.

And he's coming!

Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding,
ding, ding, ding, ding.

Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding,
ding, ding, ding, ding.

Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding,
ding, ding, ding, ding.

Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding.

Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding,
ding, ding, ding, ding.

Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding,
ding, ding, ding, ding.