All language subtitles for Lois and Clark S1E06.EN

It's steep. Back!

It's going...

But it's caught by Kent!

This ball game is over.

What do you mean, you can't make it?
Poker game starts in a few hours.

Where am I supposed to find
another player at the last minute?

All right. Look, I'll talk to you later.

- How you doing, Kent?
- Hi, Chief.

You know, it occurs to me that...

well, we don't see enough of each other.

- We see each other 10 hours a day, sir.
- Oh, no, I mean socially.

You know,
a couple of old newspaper cronies...

going out, having a few beers,
some laughs.

That's nice of you.
I think I have Thursday free.

The game starts at 9:00. Tonight.

Right here.

See you then.

Game?

Poker.

I bet you were a real monster
around the tables back in Smallville?

Actually, I was never very good
at poker, sir.

Well, that's even better.

I'm out.

$20.

Too rich for me.

All right, let's see, Clark, just to...

make this interesting, I'm going to...

see your $20,
and I'm going to raise you...

How much do you make here
during the week?

Just funning with you, son. Relax.

Let's just say, $50.

Guess I played my cards right.

Take your time now.
Make the right decision.

You know who would be
a great poker player? Superman.

Great, Jimmy.
We'll just invite him next week.

I don't even know if Superman gambles.

But in his case, it isn't gambling.

Jimmy! Please! Shut up.
The man's trying to think.

He's got x-ray vision.
He can look at everyone else's cards.

- Superman wouldn't do that.
- Why?

Because it wouldn't be fair play.

Fair play is what Superman is all about.

- It'd be awfully tempting, though.
- Sure would.

I mean, especially with this kind of money
on the table.

I mean, if it were me, I would have to
muster up a lot of super willpower...

not to sneak a peek.

Give us a break here.

Fold.

That's okay, son. Don't let it bother you.

Poker. It's just like anything else.

- Takes a little practice.
- Yeah.

Okay. Seven-card stud. High-low.
First and last cards down.

One-eyed jacks and deuces wild.

- Partners?
- You and Kent.

The experience
of the battle-scarred veteran...

paired with the hunger of the exciting,
fresh talent.

I am not that scarred.
And he is not that exciting.

Your tenacity, his tact.

Believe me, Lois, the two of you,
there's chemistry there.

It's gonna make for great stories.

But, Perry, partnership, it's like marriage.

That's right. You've got to work at it.

It takes patience, understanding,
and a willingness to be supportive.

I know, honey. Fake it.

Now go find your partner.

Howdy, partner.

What sounds better?
Kent and Lane, or Lane and Kent?

Kent and Lane. Lane and Kent.

- Neither.
- Lane and Kent, definitely.

Why?

Tradition. Abbott and Costello.
Martin and Lewis.

The straight man always goes first.

- Either way, it'll never work.
- Come on. It won't be that bad.

It'll be that bad. It'll be worse.

Let's go. He wants to see us.

- Boxing?
- It's not just boxing.

The ultimate street fight.

It's the fight card of the century.
Right here in Metropolis.

- It's still boxing.
- It's a civic event.

- It's sports.
- Lois, just do the story.

This wouldn't have anything to do with
my connections, would it?

Connections?

You got connections in the fight game?

- You know I do.
- What connections?

That's right.

How is your father?

- Come on, Clark.
- What? Your father's a fighter?

The Menken Gym.

Do you realize how many champions
have come out of here?

Give me a minute to pat down
my goose bumps.

You wouldn't say that
if you followed boxing.

Billy Mason. Maybe the greatest
middleweight of all time.

Welterweight.

I'll never forget it.
Mason/Rodriguez, June '78.

'79, October.

Mason takes Rodriguez down
in the eighth round...

- Fourth. TKO.
- Would you cut it out?

Clark, you're thinking of
the Mason/Ramirez fight a year earlier...

before Mason moved up in weight class.

Wait a minute. How did you know that?

- Lucky guess.
- No. How?

During the Mason/Rodriguez fight,
Mason tore a rotator cuff...

which was later operated on
by Dr. Sam Lane.

Sam Lane? Wait a minute. Is he your...

My father. So you've heard of him?

Anybody who's ever read the sports pages
has heard of him.

He practically invented
reconstructive surgery for athletes.

Builds them a new hip,
new knee, whatever...

and they come back better than
they were before.

- So, he's your connection.
- In Perry's dreams.

There's Tommy Garrison.
Let's see if we can get a statement.

Tommy! Can we talk to you a minute?

Holy...

Who are you?

Lois Lane. Clark Kent. Daily Planet.

Somebody wanna throw these two
out of here?

Quiet down there, okay?

- Allie.
- Hiya, pumpkin, how are you?

- "Pumpkin"?
- What happened?

Perry White finally put you
on the sports pages, where you belong?

She's forgotten more about sports
than I ever knew.

I'm beginning to see that.

How is Perry? Still cheating at poker?

He's fine. Allie, this is Clark Kent, my...

The guy that I'm working
on the story with.

Her partner.

How are you? So what brings you here?

You have four fighters going for titles
this Saturday night.

That's the biggest thing in boxing history,
and we can't get to any of the fighters.

Max Menken will talk to you
for as long as you want.

Menken's the promoter.
We'd like to speak to the fighters...

I'm sorry, Kent, I can't do...

You wanna talk to me?

Okay. But you can't learn anything
from down there.

Come on up. See what it feels like.

Go on, Clark.

- Go on. Get in there.
- Maybe this isn't a good idea.

This is what we came here for.
If you're not gonna go up there, I will.

Okay.

Fine.

You look pretty solid.

- You ever been in a fight?
- I try to avoid them.

How can you write about boxing
when you don't know what it's like?

You ever see punches like this?

Come on, give it back to me.
Your best shot. Come on.

No? You try to avoid me, okay?

That one almost connected.

You know something, princess,
you better keep your guard up...

or somebody's gonna knock you
through the ropes.

- Then what're you gonna do?
- You might be surprised.

- Why don't you get down from there?
- You just sent me up here.

Allie, he's just playing with him, right?

See, I got you right where I want you,
and I haven't even thrown a punch.

What now, princess?

- Clark, no!
- Garrison!

Hit the showers.

That's right. Everybody. Let's go.

I'll see you later. Princess.

- You okay, kid?
- I'm fine.

Forget it, Clark. That guy's a jerk.

I guess you can get away with a lot when
you're the strongest man in the world.

One of the strongest.
Saturday night you can see them all.

The ultimate street fight.

The most spectacular night of boxing
there ever was.

And the winner's gonna fight Superman.

The eyes of the world right here
on Metropolis.

Write about that.

Now, excuse us.
The gym is off limits to the press.

You should have known better.

Everybody's a little nervous.
There's a lot riding on this.

I can see that. Take care, Allie.

- Good luck on Saturday.
- Yeah.

- Nice meeting you, Clark.
- Nice to meet you.

Let's go, pumpkin.

Lois.

- Hi, Dad.
- What brings you here?

The ultimate street fight.

Right, what else?

We're trying to get to the fighters,
you know.

Clark Kent, sir. Her partner.

On this story.

Sorry. Sam Lane, Clark Kent.

Nice to meet you, Kent.

I wish I could help you with the press,
but it's not my department.

Sure. We know.

And of course the fighters
are a little jumpy.

Yes. Want to keep them away
from us wicked reporters.

Well, are you going to have some time,
Lois, for dinner, or...

Maybe. Soon.

I'm really busy, and...

Sure.

- When you get out from under...
- Sure.

Call, yeah.

I see.
No, I didn't realize they were that close.

It's a problem, which is why I suggested
a press blackout in the first place.

Max, calm down.

Well, let me paint you a little portrait.

Imagine a man whose net worth
is in excess of $20 billion dollars...

and that the same man is currently
the third richest man on the planet...

superseded only by
Mr. Albert Chow of Hong Kong...

and Elena Pappas of Athens, Greece.

And when I say currently,
I really mean temporarily.

And that the same man...

has an additional annual income
of over $2 billion...

which is approximately
$200 million a month, $7 million a day...

$300,000 an hour, $5,000 a minute.

How long have we been talking, Max?

That man is me.

I hope you see my point.

You don't see my point.

Why am I not surprised?
Well, then, let me explain it to you, Max.

If a man like you has a problem,
I expect you to solve it...

with your own usual flair.

For a man like me, on the other hand,
life is a bowl of rubies.

An extremely large bowl.

I have no problems.

No problems at all.

Here you go.

What are you still doing here?

Working.

- On what?
- Just...

You're waiting for me to talk about it.
To open up.

See, this is exactly why
I hate partnerships.

Why?

Because, your partner is always there for
you whether you want them there or not.

Because your partner is there
to share your troubles.

I don't feel like sharing.

Okay. So I don't get along with my father.
Big deal.

No big deal.

I mean, haven't you ever met anyone
who is so wrapped up in their work...

they don't have time
for anyone or anything?

Is this a trick question?

Okay, but at least I don't have kids.

A lot of parents are workaholics.

The ones I knew at least tried to spend
some time with their family.

My dad just came home to criticize.

"Daddy, I got 98 on this test."

"That's good, Lois.
That leaves two points for improvement."

Lois Lane.

Allie? Calm down, what's wrong?

Okay, just tell me where and when.

- Okay. Allie Dinello.
- What did he say?

He needs to talk to me.
Something about fight night.

He didn't want to say any more
on the phone.

- Let's go.
- Clark, I think that I should go alone.

- Okay.
- It's just that I think that...

It will be more comfortable talking to
somebody he knows. I get it. Go.

Sometimes you surprise me.

It's done.

- Are you sure?
- Positive.

It's always such an embarrassment...

having to do away with someone.

It's like announcing to the world
you lack the savvy and the finesse...

to deal with the problem more creatively.

I mean, there have been times, naturally,
when I've had to have people eliminated...

but it's always...

saddened me.

I've always felt like...

I've let myself down somehow.

I've known Allie almost my whole life.

To see him like that was just...

Police are calling it a hit-and-run.
Probably a drunk driver.

But we're not buying that, right?

I was there. It was no ordinary hit-and-run.

The car was coming straight at him.
It bore down on him.

- It was dark.
- It wasn't that dark.

Anyway, you didn't talk to him
on the phone.

You didn't hear how upset he was.
He said he was in trouble.

I think whatever he was going to tell me
cost him his life.

Well, now, do you have any idea
what he wanted to say?

- No.
- You think your father can help?

I don't know.

Well, are you gonna ask him?

Sorry, Dad.

He was a real character.

- Tough.
- That he was.

Always had a soft spot for you, though.

- He used to call you "pumpkin."
- Still did.

Hit-and-run.

Never dreamed he'd go out like that.

He didn't. I think he was murdered.

What?

I was there. I saw the car coming at him
straight and fast.

It wasn't a drunk. It wasn't an accident.

- What were you doing there?
- Allie asked me to meet him.

- Did the driver see you?
- No.

Lois, I want you to stay away from this.

- This? What's this? What am I onto?
- Nothing.

There are a lot of rough characters
in this business.

Did Allie want to tell me that
the fights are fixed?

No, they are not fixed.

- Now just stay away.
- I can't stay away.

I'm a reporter. This is my story.

- Can you help me?
- No.

You're lying.

- Don't be ridiculous.
- I know the look.

Lois, let's not do this.
Not now, and certainly not here.

- I can't help you.
- Can't, or won't?

Lois, no!

You'd like to forget everything.
The perfect father, daughter relationship.

- I never claimed to be a perfect father.
- You were hardly a father.

Please don't.

Look...

Never mind.

Can you tell me anything
about the murder or not?

I know nothing about
the death of Allie Dinello.

Whatever you say, Dad.

Are you sure you want to break into
your dad's office?

He's hiding something.

I've seen Jimmy do this before.
It always works.

I don't know what I'm doing wrong.

- Nothing. You did it.
- That was pretty good for a first time.

All these training logs
and medical reports.

Look at this. Tommy Garrison's file.

He had an okay boxing record
until his surgery. After that, perfect.

Same with this one.

These guys didn't just
have winning records.

They made mince meat
out of their opponents.

What do you think? Some kind of steroid?

Keep looking.

Clark? How did you...

My uncle Lee has the same setup
in his den.

Well, it's definitely not steroids.

Mechanical parts.

And little motors to drive them.

No wonder these guys are invincible.

Oh, my God, Clark.
I'm Dr. Frankenstein's daughter.

- What?
- I heard something.

- I didn't hear anything.
- I'm gonna go take a look. Wait here.

You're not...

If we both get caught,
there'll be no one to get the story out.

Let me at him, boss.

I could take him. I could take Superman.

You ain't ready yet, kid.

Earthquake!

Let's get out of here
before the roof comes down!

Did you feel that?
It must have been at least a 5.

Yeah.

This is incredible.

The boxing commission won't allow
these fighters in the ring...

if they know they're half robots.

If it weren't for the earthquake,
we'd be the lead story.

- What earthquake?
- Last night. The earthquake.

- There was no earthquake last night.
- There was an earthquake.

Not in Metropolis, Lois.

If the earth moved for you last night,
it must've been something else.

- What are you writing?
- The story.

Saying what?

Dr. Sam Lane is performing
these surgeries secretly.

- Are you sure?
- Sure I'm sure.

Well, I'm not so sure we were at
your father's office last night.

What?

Maybe I was home asleep, and you
were watching a late movie on TV.

What is with you? We were together.
We took those pictures.

What pictures?

Clark, this is the biggest scandal
in boxing history.

No doubt about it. Look, we print this...

whoever killed Allie is going to
want your father out of the way, too.

An ordinary hit-and-run?

The police think so, too.

All right, now. Just a minute.

Yesterday you told me it was murder.

I was wrong.

What about Dinello's phone call?

You find out why he was so upset?

Well, there are lots of reasons why
people get upset.

- What about your father?
- He says he doesn't know anything.

What the sam hill is going on here?

Sometimes a piece runs dry, chief.
You know that.

Well, that's just great, Kent.

We'll put that up on billboards
all over the city.

"Lane and Kent come up with squat!

"On sale at your newsstands now."

You agree with her take on this?

I go with my partner, chief.

There. Just relax your arm. Good.

All right. We should take it easy
for a few days.

Light workouts, and no sparring.

- Thank you.
- Good.

This isn't easy for me,
so I'll just get right to it.

I know about the surgeries you performed.

I have nothing to say.

I want to know.
Not as a reporter, as your daughter.

Sorry.

I will not let you shut me out.
Not after I killed the story.

- You did what?
- You could've been hurt. Murdered.

- You should've written it.
- And have you end up like Allie?

That's my problem, not yours.

Of course it's my problem.
You're my father. I care about you.

- This has nothing to do with caring, Lois.
- You would say that.

You think I don't know anything
about caring?

I know that you resent me.

And you should,
for those times I let you down.

But it doesn't mean I didn't care.
It was because of my work.

Work. That's building machinery
to beat men's brains in?

Not at first, Lois.
At first I set out to design and build...

replacement parts for victims
of catastrophic injury.

That's a good dream, Lois. That's noble.
It's worth sacrificing for.

Sacrificing your family?

You always think
you'll make it up to them.

And then time gets away from you,
and you never do.

Did Menken kill Allie?

I've been afraid
to ask myself that question.

Write your story, Lois.
You're a professional. It's your job.

Do what you feel is right. I will, too.

The auto show?

Yeah, see, there's been a rash of thefts
down there.

Hub caps, rearview mirrors.
That sort of thing.

Perry, there has to be a more
important story you can assign me.

Ordinarily, yes.

But you see, Lois, the first time a reporter
blows a really big story...

it can rattle them.
Fill them with self-doubt.

Well, I've seen it happen.

Just take the auto show piece.
It's a good little confidence builder.

Well, I've seen it before,
but I've never been in it.

- What's that?
- Perry's doghouse.

- Police Academy graduation.
- Nice.

Well, guess we're not partners anymore.

- Guess not.
- I'm sorry, Clark.

- Really.
- It's just as well.

Yeah, you're right, it is just as well.

You don't want to be partnered
with a hypocritical reporter...

who talks a good game but backs off
the minute things hit too close to home.

Yes, I do.

Nothing in the Planet.

I told you we got to Dinello
before he talked.

- Excellent.
- Yeah. Smooth sailing now.

Our boys becoming
the new world champions.

Everything we dreamed about
finally coming true.

- It's a start.
- A start?

With all due respect, Mr. Luthor...

once you've got a champ in each division,
there's not much more you can do.

Is that what you think this is all about?
Winning a few prize fights?

Is that why I've invested millions
in this project?

I get it.

After this we branch out into other sports?

Football. Baseball. Tennis.

We've created five men
of inordinate human strength.

Now, suppose we can take these men
and make them even more powerful?

Fifty times more powerful.

A hundred times more powerful.
Even, dare I say it...

invulnerable. Just like Superman.

You see the possibilities?

An army of super men under my control.

Stronger?

Max, there's no need.
The fighters are winning every fight.

- We want them stronger.
- They're too strong as it is.

- We'll be the judge of that.
- No! I will!

I did not develop these limbs
to be battering rams.

And the cash didn't hurt, neither.

Every cent went back into the work.

Yeah, well, now we're going into
mass production.

We're gonna turn them out
like Detroit does cars.

Cars are machines, Max.

Welcome to the party.

- I want out of this.
- Sure, Doc.

At the end of your contract.

- We don't have a contract.
- Yeah, we do.

Lifetime.

- Dinello have the same contract?
- It's a dangerous business.

- You killed him.
- Who did you think?

I'd hate to have to waste you, too.

Did you get it?

It may not be enough to arrest him.
It'll be plenty for the boxing commission.

- You killed him.
- Who did you think?

I'd hate to have to waste you, too.

- I don't know what to say.
- Don't say anything.

Write your story. The whole story.
Including the one you didn't write before.

Daddy!

Please be careful.

- I need your piece on the auto show, Lois.
- I don't have it.

- You don't have it?
- I've been working on this instead.

Assignments are not optional
at the Daily Planet.

We write what we are assigned to write.

Furthermore...

What is this?

Oh, boy.

That'll be the day Lois Lane
will back down off of a story.

You've been funning with me, haven't you?

Pulling your old editor's leg.

But, you see, I knew about it all along.

You all got to be ashamed of yourselves
for what you been thinking.

Kent.

I want to thank you for a first-rate job.

You're welcome, sir.

The Police Academy story.

Showoff.

Chief, the fights are tonight.

If we hurry, we can get that
in the afternoon edition.

Copy!

Take this downstairs right away!

Tell them they can take
as much room as they want.

- Yes, sir.
- Wingate!

- Yes, sir.
- Get sales on the phone.

Tell them I want TV spots, radio spots,
sky writing, the whole nine yards.

- You got it.
- Let Metropolis know that Lane...

and Kent are the greatest
writing team since...

well, Woodward and Bernstein.

And they can read about it
in the Daily Planet!

Yeah!

Now what do we do?

I know you're upset, Max.
You're not thinking clearly.

But do you really think that
I wouldn't have a plan?

Sorry. What is the plan?

To not have this unpleasantness
find its way to my doorstep.

What about my doorstep?

It's already passed your doorstep.
It's in your house. But, don't worry.

You'll do one last favor for me,
you and your fighters...

and then you'll all be relocated
and very well-compensated.

- What favor is that?
- Dr. Lane.

Without him there's no witness. No case.

He's kind of disappeared, Mr. Luthor.

Well, wouldn't you, Max?
In light of this story?

But, his daughter...

is still accessible.
We use her to get to him.

I want Superman!

Gonna kill him. I'm gonna kill him.

Ladies and gentlemen...

in accordance with the ruling
of the commissioner's office...

tonight's title card is cancelled.

And I have the further unpleasant task
of announcing that five challengers...

scheduled to appear this evening...

have been placed
on indefinite suspension...

pending investigation
of misconduct charges.

No! He can't do this!

Nobody alive can hurt us.

We're the greatest of all time.

And no two-bit boxing commission...

or a bunch of loudmouthed,
know-nothing fans can change that.

Bring me Superman. I'll show you.

Miss Lane.

I was hoping to find you.

I was hoping these rumors
about your father were unfounded.

I'm afraid not.

Lois, your father is a visionary.

And I have nothing but contempt for
those who have led him down this path.

That's why I've come here today
to find you and to make this pledge.

I will do everything in my power to see
that your father redirects his energies...

to the injured and handicapped.

I don't know what to say.

- Well, ain't this touching!
- Menken?

I think someone's looking for you, Max.
Maybe the D.A.

All right. Let's nobody get heroic here!

Back off! She's taking a ride with me.

- Haven't you caused enough trouble?
- I'm just warming up.

- I'll go for help.
- I'll go for help.

What're you gonna do
when he comes for me?

- Who?
- Superman.

You and him real close, are you?

Let's just say he's always there for me
when I need him.

Well, I'd say you need him now.
Where is he?

It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Menken.

Superman! Behind you!

My guys are doing all right!

Steel versus steel.
That's how I'd promote it.

- Too bad we can't stick around.
- No!

Superman! Help!

- Unhand her.
- Superman.

- Drop the gun.
- You lousy...

Are you okay?

You saved my life.

I couldn't let any harm come to you.

I know you can't be everywhere at once...

but I'm glad one of us got here on time.

I'm waiting for you.

I wanna see what makes you so super.

Where do you suppose he is?

You don't think he's scared, do you?

Why would he be scared of me?
Superman?

Are you looking for me?

Yeah.

What's your pleasure?

A prizefight.

Marquis of Queensbury rules.

Of course.

Are you hurt, Superman?

No. He just caught me off guard. That's all.

Keep your left up.

Something wrong?

I knew he had his hang-ups.

You're wondering
why I didn't eliminate Max earlier.

That's a good question.

I knew the robotics project was lost.
I knew I had to lose Max.

You see, but by waiting...

by using Max one last time,
I was able to gain something...

from my losses.

The gratitude of Lois Lane,
who now owes me her life...

and the look on Superman's face.

That was a delightful bonus.

Now, it was a stunning example of
a trait that I particularly admire in myself.

The ability to profit even from setbacks.

The evening started poorly,
but I have to say...

I took a lemon and made champagne.

This is a terrific follow-up.

By the way, Kent,
where were you when all this went down?

I went for help.

"No criminal charges against Dr. Lane."
That's great.

This is nice.

"Lex Luthor offered to testify
as a character witness...

"before the medical ethics board."

Well, good for Lex.

You know, he carries a lot of weight
in this community.

Looks like my instinct was right.

You're a great team.

Circulation ought to hit the roof
with this piece.

So, I guess that means
we're partners full-time now?

No. Let's don't overdo a good thing.

Only when the time is right,
and only on special stories.

What did he mean, "Where was I"?

You were looking for help.

- Come on. Let's get something to eat.
- I'm not hungry.

If it makes you feel any better,
even Superman got there too late.

Are you coming?
Or are you gonna stay there and sulk?

Kent, don't forget. Poker game tonight.

- 9:00.
- Not tonight, sir.

I've got other plans.

Not bad for a mild-mannered reporter.

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