All language subtitles for Lois and Clark S1E05.EN

Smile.

Smile.

Superman T-shirts,
get your T-shirts and balloons right here.

Look.

Superman, it's me. Lois Lane.

Ladies and gentlemen,
good citizens of Metropolis...

let's really welcome Superman
to our fair city.

He came to us a stranger...

but his good deeds
have not gone unnoticed.

As last year's recipient
of the Key to the City...

it is my honor to pass it on
to our newfound friend.

Madam Deputy Mayor, if you please?

We take pride in proclaiming this day
Superman Day...

and offering you the Key to the City.

Welcome to Metropolis.

It is wonderful to have you here.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Come and say a few words.

Thank you, Mr. Luthor.

I...

You've all made me feel
very welcome here.

Superman, Superman!

Thank you.

- His time will come soon enough.
- To the penthouse, sir?

No, Asabi. To the airport.
I'm in the mood for a little sport.

Kenya? The leopard ranch?

No. Something a bit more cold-blooded.

The Everglades.

Perfect.
Just what the boot-maker ordered.

Yes, sir.

Good morning, hot cakes.

CK, about that book you lent me
on Robert Cappa... CK?

What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?

Okay, let's get started. Clark?

- Right here, sir.
- Oh, Kent, didn't see you.

I take it you and Lois are on that...

"Superman gets the Key to the City"
story?

- Yeah. On it.
- Great.

What's the matter, Lois?
Bored with Superman already?

I was right in front of him,
he didn't even notice.

What's to notice?

My lucky pen.

Friez, will you give me back that paper?

Cat, now, anything new?

Councilman Addison is restless.

I'm on my way to that house of ill repute
to interview the lady in question.

Aren't those also known as cathouses?

Lois made a joke.

Anybody get a load
of today's National Whisper?

Come on, Jimmy.
Don't bring that trash in here.

Sorry excuse for a newspaper.

Chief, it's really smooth.
This invisible guy...

breaks into the safe
of the city's most notorious slum lord...

takes the cash, and hands it out
to the tenants in one his buildings.

Did you notice the headline next to it?

"Benjamin Franklin is alive
and living in my electric blender."

Come on kids, come on,
let's settle down now.

Clark?

All right, let's see.

Friez, are you doing a follow-up
on the escape of that armed robber...

from the state penitentiary?

- What's his name?
- Barnes.

Big manhunt started last night.

They think he may be headed
for Metropolis.

These "Wanted" posters
go up in two days.

Lois Lane?
I'm Murray Brown, Galactic Talent Agency.

I'm here to see the big guy,
you know, Superman.

I figured 'cause you wrote
those articles about him...

- you might know where I can find him.
- You figured wrong.

Well, look. Here's my card, just in case.

- You're a talent agent?
- Oh, no.

Artistes' representative.

- You want to represent Superman?
- Listen to me, cookie.

Those buns of steel,
they're worth money in the bank.

Lois, CK, check this out.

If you're not seeing what I'm seeing...

then you may be witnessing a miracle.

Captured earlier today on home video...

a catering truck loaded with fancy treats
for a political fundraiser...

was hijacked by an invisible man.

Yes. An invisible man.

That truck ended up
at the Fourth Street shelter...

- Excuse me, Miss Lane?
- One second.

...where homeless families feasted
on goose liver p�t� and cold lobster salad.

Many thanks to the invisible man.

No one as yet has any clue
to this unexplained phenomenon.

Is it real? Is it an illusion?

We'll all just have to wait and see.

Up next,
you better keep your umbrellas handy...

Yes, can I help you?

You spoke at my women's group
last October.

"The Weaker Sex. Fact Or Fiction?"
It was a terrific speech.

Well, thank you.
I'm really that glad you liked it.

I need to speak to you about my husband.
He's disappeared.

- First floor, try Missing Persons.
- No. He's really disappeared.

I'm the invisible man's wife.

Could you just wait over there
for just a moment? Jimmy?

- Come on. Let's talk to her.
- Why are you so interested in this?

I'm fascinated by the paranormal.

- Why doesn't that surprise me?
- Oh, come on.

Who knows?

Maybe she'll introduce us
to Casper the Friendly Ghost.

But I'm telling you the truth,
my husband is invisible. Watch your step.

So, what makes you think
that your husband is invisible?

Because I saw him.
Or rather, I didn't see him leave.

When is the last time you did see him?

In the flesh?

Monday, a week ago. I think.

- You don't remember?
- Well, to be perfectly honest...

we don't see much of each other anyway.

For the past several years
he's practically lived down here.

He'd come upstairs late, and I'd just
leave his dinner in the oven on "Warm."

You know how it is.

So you and your husband
were having marital difficulties?

No, not really.

I mean, we never fought.

We just sort of stopped talking
to one another.

Slipped into a pattern.

I guess he just lost interest in me.
We've been married 20-something years.

What happened the night that he left?

Well, he hadn't touched his dinner
so I came down here looking for him...

and, well, he wasn't here.

But, then that door suddenly opened
and I heard him say:

"Good-bye, Helene, see you around."

And then he walked out.

The door closed behind him.

What is it that you would like us to do?

I want you to write an article about him.

I want you to find out
if he's ever coming home.

I want you to tell him that I miss him.

Poor woman. Her husband's probably got
something going on the side.

He walks out on her,
she thinks he's turned invisible.

- How do you know he isn't?
- Are you serious?

We're talking a figment
of somebody's overactive imagination.

Does everything in life have
to have a reasonable explanation?

- Everything.
- All grounded in clear, scientific reason?

- Of course.
- No magic left in the universe.

There's no werewolves
or vampires in the city either.

What about Superman?

There's a man living somewhere
in Metropolis who flies, Lois.

- Oh, no, not him again.
- Who?

- The nerve of that guy. He is unbelievable.
- He is persistent.

He is a smarmy,
money-grubbing opportunist. They all are.

Everyone wants a piece of Superman.
Keys to the City, telethons, benefits.

What's next?
A guest shot on A.M. Metropolis?

When is this all going to end?

Are you worried this is all
going to go to Superman's head?

No. I'm worried he'll forget about me.

- How did it go?
- Dead end.

I don't think so.

He worked very hard
to make himself invisible.

And I guess he finally figured out how.

He was in that laboratory day and night.

All I really want to say is, Alan...

if you're listening, please come home.

A nosy next-door neighbor
sold the story to the wire services.

It doesn't matter.
There is no story, anyway.

There is no such thing as an invisible man.

Don't these look pretty?

Okay, everybody, down on the ground!

You, lady, I said get down.

Honey, come here.

Hug me, hold on tight.

Tell them the invisible man was here.

Well, that just about does it for me.

- No prints, no leads, no nothing.
- Witnesses?

To what? An invisible man?

You'll forgive me
if I don't call in our sketch artist.

We got a warrant out for this Morris guy.
I don't know how we're gonna find him.

Has everyone in this city lost their mind?
There is no such thing as an invisible man.

At what point are you going
to start believing in this, Lois?

When I don't see it with my own two eyes.

Thanks.

When did this happen?

Several hours after the news vans left.

I came downstairs
and he hit me on the head.

I haven't called the police yet.

Has your husband
ever been violent with you before?

You think it was Alan? No, never.
He wouldn't do this. Really.

He wouldn't even hurt a fly.
If there's a fly in my kitchen...

he'll catch it and spend a half-an-hour
before he sets it free.

So what you're trying to say is
another invisible man...

Is impersonating my invisible man.

- She's still defending him.
- She said it wasn't him.

- He bashes her on the head.
- Just because he's eccentric...

Eccentric?
Try a taco short of a combo plate.

But he doesn't sound like the guy
terrorizing the city.

- I'll emphasize that in the story.
- That's slanted.

There's no evidence to suggest
that he's an armed robber.

He was giving money away.
Why'd he steal it now?

Fine, we'll write it.
But admit it, she could be wrong.

- After all, nobody really knows anybody.
- No.

We think we do,
but we all wear disguises. Don't you?

In order to let somebody really know you...

you have to let them see you
as you really are.

As soon as you do that,
they wind up using it against you.

But marriage is about sharing everything
you have even if you don't feel like it.

So is divorce. Ask my mother.

- So where are we off to?
- Home. I have to get dressed.

Hot date?

With who?

Superman.

You're looking evil.

Ladies and gentleman...

Hello, Ed. Nice to see you.
Hope you brought your checkbook.

Always for a good cause.

Our wonderful evening continues.

And here he is, ladies.
The most eligible bachelor in Metropolis...

- and the fourth richest man...
- Third.

Third richest man in the world,
Mr. Lex Luthor.

Thank you. Welcome.

Dining and dancing next Friday night.

Now, shall we start the bidding at $500?

- $500.
- $1,000.

$2,500.

Couldn't you afford a whole dress?

Less is more, darling. Sometimes.

We have $7,500. Are there any other bids?
Going once.

$10,000.

Sold for $10,000.

- Stella, I'm flattered.
- It's my pleasure.

And now...

something very special. A Super date.

A Sunday picnic in the clouds.

So, ladies, what will you give me
for the Man of Steel?

$1,000.

$1,500.

$2,000.

$2,500.

$5,000.

$6,000.

All right, you made your point.
Now butt out.

What's the matter, Lois?
Too rich for your blood?

$7,500.

$8,000.

$9,000.

$9,000 going once. $9,000 going twice.

$50,000.

$50,000 going once, twice.

Sold for $50,000.

Excuse me.

Hello, Lois.

A pleasure to see you.

And you, Lex.

I'm sorry that I had to cancel our lunch.
It's just that Superman's such a big draw.

Yes. And apparently not only for you.

I thought you might like to reschedule.

- Yes. I'd like that very much.
- So would I.

Good night.

Superman, wait.
It's Murray, Murray Brown.

- Look, Mr. Brown...
- Supe.

You can call me Murray. Arnold does.

Listen. You wanna keep tramping
around this jungle...

without somebody to carry your loincloth?

Now, you may be able to leap
tall buildings with a single bound...

but here in La-La Land, you're just
a little guppy in a great white tank.

I'm sorry, but...

Please. You're really squeezing me,
you know, pal?

Look, I wasn't gonna mention this
till after you signed with me...

but we got ourselves an offer.

- An offer?
- On the table.

- From whom?
- Cleveland.

- The Cleveland Browns?
- No. Cleveland, the city.

They want you real bad.

Look, Metropolis doesn't have
an exclusive on you, you know that.

Murray, I'm sorry, but I'm not interested.

Please, I'm not for sale.
Just leave me alone.

All right. Forget about Cleveland.
I'll give you three little words:

Rio de Janeiro.

Date with Superman, huh?

What're you doing here?
Barn dance let out early?

I filed the Morris story.
You're very welcome.

I was saving for Tahiti.

But a date with Superman...

that would have been a real adventure.

Oh, Clark.

He doesn't even know I'm alive.

Maybe it was stupid of me
to think that he cared.

It's not so stupid, Lois.

Did you ever think that maybe...

Superman was afraid to reveal himself?

His true feelings?

Come on. I'll put you in a cab.

Beautiful.

Hello?

Call it, gramps.

Heads, I win. Tails, you lose.

Please. Who's there?

Another robbery last night.

- The invisible man?
- You got it.

House of Rare Coins.
Owner's in the hospital. Crushed windpipe.

- Where're you going?
- To the Hall of Records...

to pick up some stuff for Clark.
I'll catch you later.

- Lois. What did you get?
- I talked to Morris's boss.

He knew what desk he worked at.
That's about it.

He worked there for almost 20 years.

You should've seen the place,
100 lab techs in tiny cubicles.

It was so impersonal.

When he didn't show up, they didn't
even call. They just replaced him.

What did you find out at Star Labs?

It's incredible. The material we found
in Alan's lab is a type of fiber optic.

It's designed to reflect visible light
as ultraviolet.

- Come again?
- Ultraviolet light is invisible.

Are you saying that it's possible
for somebody to be invisible?

Think of it as the next stage
of stealth technology.

If you wore a suit made of this material
you could appear invisible.

Well, that makes sense.

The appearance of invisibility
is different from real invisibility.

Do you know, Lois, it must be tough
being right all the time.

Yes. It is.

- Working late again, kid? That's the spirit.
- Yeah. Night, Chief.

All the armed robberies that occurred
in the last 10 years.

That story you and Clark wrote asking the
invisible man to turn himself in to you...

- really paid off.
- Another one?

I am the invisible man.

Sorry, buddy. Try central casting.

That's it. I'm going home.

Good night, Lois.

Lois?

Mr. White?

Lois, what's going on?

It's Super time.

- Wait, Lois, where are you going?
- Well, my flying hasn't improved.

Coming!

All right, already. Coming.

Who is it?

Lois Lane?

Who is there? I've got a weapon.

Jimmy?

Where are you?

If this is your idea of a joke, it is not funny.

No, it's no joke, it's just me.

I'm the invisible man.

I was the invisible Robin Hood.

But I'm not the one
doing these bad things.

There's another invisible man out there.

Alan, let's just start at the beginning.
Why?

Very simple, Ms. Lane.

I became invisible to become visible again.

I'm not following.

At some point...

I don't remember exactly when,
years ago...

I just disappeared.

I went to work every day.
Did the same thing.

I drifted apart from my friends.
Helene and I stopped talking.

I guess she just lost interest in me.

I became so invisible in my own life
I decided to do it for real.

So I started experimenting.

- Where did you get the idea for the suit?
- From a fluorescent light bulb.

A fluorescent light bulb
turns invisible light into visible light.

I reversed the process.
It took me 15 years to build this suit.

How come I can see it?

Because it isn't activated.
It has switches in the interior lining.

Here. Try on the hood.

I told you it wouldn't work.

Somebody must've stolen my other suits.
I made several backups.

Well, someone did break
into the basement.

- Is Helene...
- Don't worry. She's fine.

Will you help me stop
whoever's doing these things?

Well, it's not going to be easy.
Invisibility is an incredible advantage.

And the person who could really help,
Superman...

is probably off signing a deal
to star in his own television series by now.

Superman on TV?

I don't think so.

Alan, maybe you better stay at my place
until this whole thing is resolved.

Well, I'll see you guys in the morning.

Lois. Not you, too.

I know what you must think of me.
Some crackpot.

Not at all.

You have no idea what it's like.

People pass you by
and look right through you.

They never see the part of you
that you want them to see.

You'd be surprised, Alan.

I'll bet a lot of people know
what that's like.

I have to go out for a little while.
You'll be okay here?

Don't worry about me.

If anything happens,
I'll just fade into the background.

Can you believe this stuff?
It's all over Metropolis.

Not just Metropolis, but at gas stations.

And the Hawley even has a section
at the feed store.

Although I do think the doll is cute.

Mom, they're buying and selling Superman
on street corners.

Lois has a pair of Superman pajamas.

You saw Lois in her pajamas?

No. Well...

Yes.

But it was an accident,
when her robe came undone.

The point is, they're selling Superman off
like a piece of meat.

$50,000 to help blind children.
There's nothing wrong with that.

Mom, I know it's for a good cause,
and I want to help, but...

Superman has become this superstar...

and I don't know if he can keep it up.

What do you mean "he"?

You speak as though
Superman were someone else.

You are Superman, Clark.

I guess I just feel like I'm losing myself to
the man in the red, yellow, and blue suit.

Son, it's the man beneath the suit
that we care about.

The city is gripped with fear
this morning...

after last night's break-out
at the Metropolis Penitentiary.

The invisible man freed
an entire cellblock...

of some of
the nation's most vicious criminals.

The police commissioner is urging
the people of Metropolis to remain calm...

but he has ordered a 10:00 p.m. Curfew
for tonight.

He is also urging all citizens
to lock their doors and windows securely.

Great shades of Elvis.
An army of invisible criminals.

Something even Superman can't fight.

With these suits there's nothing
we can't do. No place we can't get into.

All my life I've dreamed of gold.

And now it's ours for the taking.

We're going back to the source.
And this time we're gonna pull it off.

A billion dollars' worth.

And afterwards, we just disappear.

This is impossible.

Even after eliminating
all the armed robbers still in jail...

or accounted for somewhere,
there are still over 100 suspects.

Let's go over it again.

First of all he robs a jewelry store,
then he robs a rare coin store.

Jewels, collector's items, precious metals.

- Yeah, but not all precious metals.
- Gold ring with an emerald stone.

- Gold chains, gold brooch...
- Gold. He steals gold.

Jimmy!

"Golden Boy" Barnes and his gang
all went down for the last job they pulled.

Several of them were in the bust-out
they had the other day.

- We got them.
- Yeah, but how do we find them?

- Well, he's bound to strike again.
- But where?

I know exactly where.

Poor guy hasn't slept in a week.

Well, let him be, then. We'll wait a while.

I don't know if he can help anyway.

I'll make some tea.

Nice.

Lapsang Soo Chang.

My mother used to make me tea
and raisin scones...

when I was feeling bad.

Years later I had them for tea
at the London Savoy...

but they never tasted as good.

When I was a kid
Lucy and I used to play this game.

We'd ask each other,
"What would you rather be able to do?

"Fly or be invisible?"

- And you chose?
- Invisible.

I wished I could walk through
all those closed doors.

I guess I still do.

And what do you think you'd find there
behind all those closed doors?

I don't know.

Something different.

Wonderful.

Something I don't have.

Can't have.

- So, what about you?
- What?

Invisible or fly?

Fly.

- Really?
- Yeah.

You know, I never thought
I would say this, Clark...

but you and I have something in common.

- What's that?
- Superman.

You want to fly like him.
And I want to fly with him.

- Superman?
- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you.

I ran into Clark at the courthouse
and he said...

Clark. Did he leave?

- What's he doing at the courthouse?
- The Hall of Records.

He said something about researching
the past activities of Barnes's gang.

He said you could use my help.

We can.

You don't need to bid for my attention,
Lois.

You saw me there.
I didn't think that you noticed.

I thought I was just another face
in the crowd.

You'll always be special to me, Lois.

- I will?
- You're the first woman who ever...

interviewed me.

I can't believe my eyes.

Is that really Superman?

Good morning, Alan.

- I need some information from you.
- Oh, anything.

Hello?

Yeah, Clark. It's Clark Kent.

Yes, they're both here.

Yeah, they're fine.

Okay, I'll tell them.

Thank you.

What did he want?

He said he'll be a while.

Good. I mean...

that he take his time.

Clark filled me in about Barnes
and the gold repository.

My problem is, even if they show up,
I still can't see them.

- Even with your X-ray vision?
- No, because I still need visible light.

Alan, is there anything you could tell us
that might help?

- I don't think so.
- You got the idea from a fluorescent bulb.

Yes, but I never thought about
making an invisible suit visible.

There must be a way.

Yes, there is.

- Where are you going?
- To turn on the lights.

No, not without me, you don't.

- Do you have a spare?
- Well, yeah, sure, one size fits all.

Lois.

- What?
- Where are you?

I'm right here. Take my hand.

I don't know about this, Ms. Lane.

This could be very dangerous.

Danger is my business, Alan.

Easy.

- This one's about full.
- Yeah.

Don't lose your head over this one.

Hey, I get it.

Let's get out of here.
We've got to call the police.

And would you get your hand
off my thigh?

Thigh?

My hand isn't on your thigh.

This should work out perfectly.

I can just see tomorrow's headline:

"Invisible man found dead,
along with hostages...

"Daily Planet's star reporter."

By the way...

did you know this room is air-tight?

With the door shut, I'd guess there's only
about two minutes' air left in here.

So if I were you, I'd say my prayers.

I'll say one for you, but it won't help.

I'll be seeing you.

Get in position. Go.

Back side, move it.

"Danger is my business."

- Get a man over here.
- Yes, sir.

Look, the door's opening.

Hold your fire! They may have hostages!

Hold your fire.

They're firing!

Superman.

I can see him.

Drop your weapons.

Nice to see you, Barnes.

- Where's Lois Lane?
- Lois? Is she here?

Superman, where are you?

How did you know
how to make them visible?

Fluorescent light.

With a fluorescent light bulb,
invisible light becomes visible...

by passing it through a coating
of phosphorus.

That's the second time
you've saved my life.

Glad to be of service.

Supe, you were terrific.

You want it in writing, right?
Okay, here's the L-list.

We got worldwide merchandising rights.

Now I'm talking movies.
I'm talking mini-series.

I'm talking music videos,
comic books, action figures.

But you call all the shots.

Quality control,
that's Murray Brown's middle name.

If you don't like it, kid, we don't do it.

Now, how could you turn down
a deal like that?

- I can't.
- You can't?

But all proceeds go to charity.

Great touch.

That doesn't include my commission,
right?

I destroyed the suits, all my notes.

- Are you going back to your job?
- No, I got a new one.

Something very exciting.

Vice President, Research and Development
for Luthor Technologies.

Congratulations.

We are so happy
the two of you are back together.

- He did?
- Yes.

Alan's his old self again.
Thank you for bringing him home to me.

Guess I don't have to be invisible
to be visible anymore.

You never did, Alan.

It was the man under the suit
that Helene cared about.

I think we should lead with this.

Nice work.

You know, Clark...

not that I'm one of those people
that revel in saying, "I told you so."

But I hope you learned your lesson.

There is no such thing as an invisible man.

Yes, there is, Lois.

Yes, there is.

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