All language subtitles for Lois.And.Clark.The.New.Adventures.Of.Superman.S01E12

Lois, are you going somewhere?

- Yes, I am.
- Where?

I don't mean to be rude,
but it's none of your business.

You've got a scoop, don't you?

- It's the revolution in South America.
- No, the riots in Miami.

- $5.
- You're on.

Lois, you're going to have to clear this
with the budget office.

I'm not going on a story.
I do have a personal life.

All right, if you must know,
I am on my way...

to check into the Lexor Hotel
for a night of pure relaxation.

It's a prison break upstate, isn't it?

- Do you want to see my reservation?
- Yes.

Honeymoon suite?

It was the only thing available.

Lois Lane in the honeymoon suite?

- Stranger things have happened.
- Name one.

Thank you all very much. I'm leaving now.

Now, Lois, you've got to admit,
the idea of you spending a night...

just relaxing is a little farfetched.

O ye of little faith.

You smell so good.

I washed my hair for you.

I knew we'd be together, so I...

- I love you, Johnny.
- I love you.

I love you so much, I ache inside.

Yes?

Working hard?

No, Clark. I'm relaxing.

Yeah, right.

How is the view?

It's wonderful.

It's...

I don't believe it.

You don't believe what?

Lois?

Where are those?

Yes.

It's wonderful. It's just wonderful.

Lois, are you okay?

Congressman Harrington?

Yeah.

The bed is just great, Clark.

Clark, I'm in a Jacuzzi,
can you hold on a second?

Lois?

Hello?

Yes, Clark, yes.

Lois, is the TV on?

What? No.

I mean, yes. The TV is on.

You get a good night's sleep.

I will.

Lois, I didn't think you had it in you.

You didn't? What?

The ability to take an entire weekend off.

Congratulations.

Clark, I gotta go now.
I gotta get back to relaxing.

- Isn't that...
- Congressman lan Harrington.

Chairman of the
House Defense Committee.

And the most notoriously sexy man
in Washington.

Unsubstantiated rumors.

The best kind.

Who's that joker?

We don't know, but I'm running the
identify program looking for a match.

We know the offices are leased to
a company called Apocalypse Consulting.

Chief, I was just thinking.

Let me just take a wild guess here.

You want the Daily Planet to put you up
in the honeymoon suite...

until we can figure out what's
happening with Apocalypse Consulting.

- Thanks, Chief.
- Now, wait. Just hold on, Lois.

We're talking
a major surveillance operation here.

This is major.

A Washington VIP
selling highly classified information.

Maybe I should contact my source.
The source.

Find out if there's anything to this
before we get in too deep.

- You don't...
- Don't even think about saying that name.

Who?

Okay, you guys.

- You have three nights.
- Guys?

- You and Clark.
- Did you say Clark?

- I heard him say Clark.
- He definitely said Clark.

Definitely.

How would that look, staying
in the honeymoon suite with Clark?

The honeymoon suite?

It's a natural. Lois, think this through.

How will you maintain round-the-clock
surveillance all by yourself?

- You're gonna need help.
- But l...

Besides, what hotel is gonna sit still...

while we're using it
as a base for spy operations?

You need a cover.

What better cover than honeymooners
in the honeymoon suite?

It would be business. Strictly business.

Now, that's the deal.

Take it or leave it.

I'll take it.

Good.

Just don't try anything funny.

That's it. Hoist her up, big fella. Smile.

Hold on, she can't be that heavy.

Just you give me that.

- She's just a little shy.
- She'll get over it.

That man gets no tip.

Can I kiss the bride?

The next person that makes a newlywed
joke gets fitted for a body cast.

Count me in!

What're you doing here?
We're supposed to be undercover.

I was at a reception downstairs,
so I thought I'd just pop up and say hello.

- What about you?
- Surveillance equipment.

Why do I get the feeling
you've been here before?

This old place?

It's kind of a home away from home.

Hanging garments in the closet.

Toiletries in the bathroom.
You're in the drawers on the left.

You unpacked my stuff?

This is a full service hotel.

Extra towels?

What if no one shows?

Then the honeymoon's over.

Don't worry, they will.
They made it real clear on that calendar.

Old Maid?

We're here to work, not play games.

I did not say I did not love you.

I said I didn't want to love you
because you did not want to love me.

I never said I didn't want to love you.

I said I couldn't love you because you
don't want to love anyone but yourself.

Relationships.

You're wrong!

People are entitled to private lives
and thoughts, Lois.

- Who are we to judge?
- Are you in the right business?

Our job is to rip away the veil of secrecy
and expose the naked truth.

Well, when you put it like that.

Okay, I'm going to bed.

Set the recorder for voice activation
and wake me...

when our friends across the way show up.

Wait a minute.
Aren't you forgetting something?

What?

Well, this is our first night here, alone.

- Together.
- So?

So...

we flip for the bed.

How about I get the bed,
I lend you a pillow?

- How about we alternate nights?
- How about we don't?

- Well, it's a big bed. How about we share?
- How about we alternate nights?

Deal.

Good night, Lois.

Good night, Clark.

They're back.

- No.
- Turn that up.

That is the last of the systems specs.

I'll have all the information
on the testing for you tomorrow.

- Dates, procedures, the whole thing.
- Good.

What about a new vote?

I can't initiate a re-vote until after
all the tests have been analyzed...

and the plan rejected.

- Hopefully...
- Hopefully isn't good enough.

That's why I bought insurance. You.

You don't own me, Rourke.

I own you lock, stock...

and re-election fund, Mr. Chairman.

Never forget that.

No, I just meant,
are you sure you can pull this off?

I guarantee it.

Because if you don't, what happens to me?

Pray you never find out.

Clark, what would you say if I said that
I have no idea what they're talking about...

but whatever it is...

I think it's even bigger than
I originally thought?

I'd say you're absolutely right.

What?

Nothing.

Nothing. It's just...

Well, you look pretty decent
first thing in the morning.

So do you.

- I ordered coffee.
- Good. That's a good thing.

There it is.

Early to bed, early to rise.

Rough night.

Thanks.

I'm a heavy sleeper.

Admiral, my staff at Luthor Technologies
will be available to you...

both during and after the test.

Of course. We'll delay our joint statement
to the media concerning Shock Wave...

until after the results are in.
I expect nothing short of total success.

Admiral, I look forward to that.

Who's Rourke, what system are they
talking about, and what tests?

Don't forget the vote.

We should get every available record
of every vote taken...

by Harrington's committee over the past...

- Six months? Already on it.
- It's gotta be something big.

Congressmen do not sell out
for less than big.

I ran Rourke...

name and picture through every
program the Daily Planet has access to.

- The man's a ghost.
- What about Apocalypse Consulting?

No bank accounts or transactions
I can trace.

Apocalypse moved in a few months ago...

paid off a five-year lease
on the offices in advance.

- Business must be good.
- What business?

Thaddeus Rourke,
international arms dealer...

electronic weapons system analyst,
entrepreneur, general bad guy.

Last known base of operations: Beirut.

- How did you find that?
- Where did you get that?

Sources, boys and girls. Sources.
Lifeblood of journalism.

People magazine.

Yeah. Give me that.

Arms dealer, House Defense Committee.
Makes sense.

Now, team, we gotta talk.

A scoop is a scoop...

but if we're into something
that's impacting on national security...

we're going to just have to bring in
the federales.

- Now?
- No, not now.

But when the time is right. Right now
we've got more questions than answers.

- So, let's hear some theories.
- I got one.

The Defense Department is about to
test some new weapon system...

and Rourke wants to know about it.

So he bribes Harrington
to slip him the information.

But Harrington's afraid of Rourke.

Or maybe he's afraid of what Rourke
might do once he gets the information.

It seems to me now's the time to back up
our surveillance with a little legwork.

Cat, can you find Congressman Harrington
and stick with him?

Like superglue.

- Jimmy, next time Rourke shows...
- Got him.

You two need any help?

I'm coping.

We're coping.

Whatever.

Okay. You got two days left.
Make the most of them.

- Gin.
- No way.

Read them and weep.

I can't make the rent.

I'll take everything you got,
and you go directly to the poorhouse.

- Time's up.
- No, it's not!

I know the answer to this.
Just give it to me again.

- What is that?
- It's my word.

- There's no such word as "chumpy."
- Sure there is.

Someone's a chump,
therefore he's chumpy.

Try again.

- Are you challenging me?
- You bet your sweet little chumpy I am.

Okay.

I told you.

You call that a dictionary?

Lois, you are the most competitive person
I have ever met.

What is it about you that makes you
need to win all the time?

I do not need to win all the time.

What was the name of Jerry Lewis'...

suave alter ego in The Nutty Professor?

- Buddy Love.
- Yes! I knew that.

- No, you didn't.
- No, I knew that.

See, Lois, you're right.
You don't need to win all the time.

It's a game.

Are you telling me that when you play
a game, you don't play to win?

- I play to play.
- Oh, boy, here it comes.

Winning and losing
is not the sole object, Lois.

Well, this is perfect.
I win, you lose, we're both happy.

Are you insane?

Clark, this isn't funny!

Extra towels?

Sorry.

Does anybody knock around here?

Have you ever lived with anyone?

I mean, a full-time relationship
with a member of the opposite sex?

No, not full-time.

Me, neither. I mean, full-time.

What do you think it's like?

I guess, scary at first.

Compromises.

Forced intimacy.

- Sharing responsibilities.
- You're never alone.

You're never alone.

Of course, that's nothing like
what we're doing now.

No, of course not. This is artificial.

- And temporary.
- A charade.

- It's an act.
- Pure make-believe.

- What is it?
- I heard something.

You heard something?
What do you mean?

No possible way the tests
will be postponed?

No. The weather is clear.
Naval monitoring ships are en route.

- Dawn, day after tomorrow. It's set.
- Good.

And after the test fails, we'll get
my system approved and installed.

How soon before you can vote again?

There are going to be delays, of course.

Analysis of test results,
modifications, proposals...

No.

Thaddeus, we have to go through
the process.

After what happens at that test...

no one's going to be interested
in modification proposals.

- What exactly will happen?
- Why don't I show you?

We made a video of our computer model.

Bart, get the lights and the shutters.

Rats!

- Lead-lined.
- Lead-lined?

What does that mean?

What? Beats me. I don't know.

Come on. This is torture.

Rourke, you can't. Millions of people...

In for a penny, in for a pound.

It's from Jimmy.

Voting records of the
House Defense Committee.

Clark, I'm going to go down to the lobby.

- I need to get something from the store.
- Okay.

Back in a few.

- Hello?
- Clark Kent.

What are you doing in the
honeymoon suite of the Lexor Hotel?

- How did you find us?
- Perry White gave us the number.

You and Lois?

Is that...

Does everybody know?

Sure, Mom, it's no problem.
We're registered as husband and wife.

Well, Clark, is there anything
you'd like to tell us?

Not really.

It's going smoothly, assuming Lois keeps
her end of the bargain...

and lets me have my turn
in the bedroom tonight.

I...

That would be...

I'm sure she will, Son.

- Honey...
- Mom, hold on a second.

Lois, what're you doing?

Gee, Clark, if we called at a bad time...

No, Mom, it's not like that, I just...

Honey, you can tell us.

Mom, Lois is in trouble.
I'll call you back tomorrow.

Clark?

- Lois, what happened?
- I don't know. Did you see it?

See what?

Never mind, you are so oblivious.
We can catch it on replay.

- You didn't reload the camera.
- Didn't I?

Sorry.

I am going to take a hot shower,
and then I am going to bed.

- Good night, Lois.
- Good night!

Excuse me.

Sorry.

- You know, could I?
- Yeah, sure.

There you go.

Could I just...

- I forgot my toothbrush.
- Yeah.

Thanks.

- It's tough, huh?
- What?

Sharing.

Yeah. How do people do it?

I don't know.

Tsunami.

Is that the one with avocado and shrimp?

Yes, Cat, that's the one.
I was about to make a copy of that file...

when I heard something
in the outer office.

What, we'll never know.

Why are they keeping a file
on Japanese seafood?

Cat, tsunami is not what you think it is.

It's a giant wave, Cat.
It's like a tidal wave.

Wait a minute.
I've got something on waves.

Wait a minute. Shock wave.

Harrington's committee voted on
something called Project Shock Wave...

not too long ago. Here it is.

"Appropriation approval
for a system test installation."

That vote was taken five weeks ago.

Passed 8 to 0 with one abstention.
Congressman lan Harrington.

Nothing about what it is.
This is what they were talking about.

Rourke wanted Harrington
to reverse this vote.

And get his system approved.
Whatever that means.

If we only knew what Shock Wave was.

How did it go with Harrington yesterday?

1:30, lunch with a semi-attractive blonde.

3:00, hair cut and manicure.

4:30, drinks with a so-so redhead.

7:00 p.m., dinner
with one mousy brunette.

It's nice to know our tax dollars
are being spread around.

10:00, drinks with a striking
auburn-haired beauty.

Well, finally. Someone with a little class.
Who was she?

Me.

Like superglue, remember?

Anyway, after that, Harrington
went back to his office to see Rourke.

Yeah, what's the story with Rourke?

After last night's fire drill...

Rourke and Bart drove to Pier 31
and went into a warehouse.

They were still there this morning
when I left to come here.

Warehouse leased to...

Apocalypse Consulting.

- Did you look inside?
- No. There was no windows.

We're spinning our wheels.

Some test monitored by naval units
is taking place tomorrow at dawn...

and Rourke is planning on sabotaging it.

I think it's time.

Time to go to the top.

To the man who always knows
what's happening.

To the man who has never let me down.

- You don't mean...
- I do mean...

Sore Throat.

Why here? It's freezing.

Sore Throat's choice.
He's a creature of habit.

Here. Take my jacket.

You should dress more warmly, miss.
This is the cold and flu season.

Allergies, they're killing me.

Always good to see you, Perry.
Who are they?

Two of my best reporters.

This violates our agreement.
My understanding was I speak only to you.

Well, it doesn't violate it exactly,
it just expands it.

Please, trust me.

Well, okay. Just this one time.

What can you tell us about
Project Shock Wave?

Where did you hear that name?

We have reason to believe that
Thaddeus Rourke is working with...

Congressman lan Harrington to sabotage
Project Shock Wave...

- which is due to be tested...
- At dawn tomorrow. I know all about it.

Project Shock Wave.
Experimental Coastal Defense Network.

Couple of years ago, the Navy began
lobbying for their own Star Wars system.

Several proposals were made,
and the Navy picked Shock Wave.

Rourke's system was runner-up.

Can you tell us who's behind Shock Wave?

Luthor Technologies.

Why did they pick Shock Wave?

More sophisticated.

It's designed to automatically...

identify any foreign object
within the sensor range...

and calibrate an appropriate response.

- What kind of response?
- Well, think of it as...

a sonic curtain, sonic vibrations...

which provide an impenetrable barrier...

that would disable
whatever would try to pass.

I'm not surprised
that Rourke is taking steps.

He put millions into his system.

Tissue, anybody?

Mr. Throat...

what do you suggest we do?

You could take whatever evidence
you have to the Navy...

but they'd probably
accuse you of espionage.

This test is top-secret.

Or you could just publish your theories.

Force the Navy to cancel the test.

Face government censure,
a slew of lawsuits...

or you could do what I'm gonna do.

What's that?

Get out of town.

I need a drier climate.

That's it? That's your advice?

The great Sore Throat has spoken?

What did you expect to hear?

Follow the money?

You know, I never understood that.

Well, keep in touch.

As always.

By the way...

did I mention that Rourke
is completely insane...

with maniacal delusions of grandeur?

- No.
- Well, he is.

I say we publish.
We gather everything we've got.

Video, audio, research,
and we put it in the afternoon edition.

- Assuming Perry goes for it, I agree.
- Rourke scares me.

If half of what we've heard is true,
he's gotta be stopped.

My credit card.
I was wondering where that was.

- Did you hear something?
- Nope.

Don't just sit there.

Well, Rourke knows that we're onto him.

Worse than that,
he's destroyed all our evidence.

And emptied the files.

Where is she?

I checked her apartment, the gym,
and the chocolate parlor.

All the usual places. Nothing.

- Now I'm starting to get worried.
- Lois was pretty upset.

I'm starved.

Chief!

I called everyone I know in Washington.
No one's even interested.

And as far as the Navy's concerned,
there is no test.

- Lois turn up?
- No.

Who are you calling?

Hello, this is Clark Kent
from the Daily Planet.

I'd like to speak to Lex Luthor, please.

- What would I do if I were her?
- Something impetuous.

- And headstrong.
- And dangerous.

- Anyone else hungry?
- No, thank you.

- Lex, what're you doing here?
- Perry.

Mr. Kent. Cat.

Whomever.

Luthor Technologies has approximately
half a billion dollars...

in research and development tied up
in a project code-named Shock Wave.

The name is top secret,
yet you, Mr. Kent, call me up...

you tell me not only
do you know about the project...

but that you suspect
that Thaddeus Rourke...

a man with whom I've had
previous unsatisfactory dealings...

intends upon sabotaging
the impending test...

a test which commences
in six-and-a-half minutes.

So, under the circumstances, I might have
elected to stay home and watch...

reruns of Flipper
on the late night cable channel...

but I decided to come here.
Now, what is going on?

We've had Rourke and Congressman
Harrington under surveillance.

Rourke is positive
that your system will fail its test...

leaving the door wide open
for his system to be adopted instead.

Italian would be good.
They have the linguini in clam sauce.

Rourke and Harrington?

I should have known.

You say Rourke is positive?

That implies sabotage.

No one ever described Thaddeus Rourke
as an incurable optimist.

- Lex, how can your system be sabotaged?
- As far as I know, it can't.

- But Rourke is a weapons expert.
- He is.

Maybe Mexican. Chicken enchiladas.

- What about a power failure?
- There's too many backups.

Besides, Rourke hinted at something
more than a simple breakdown.

Something bigger.

Japanese! I could go for Japanese.

Hey, how about some of that tsunami?

Tsunami?

Tsunami, a giant wave caused by
an undersea tremor.

Shock Wave.

And Apocalypse Consulting has
a warehouse on Pier 31.

Where's Lois Lane?

I envy you two.

You'll have a much better view from here.

However, we do need to get out
beyond the three-mile limit.

Sayonara.

What did he mean?

We're dead.

We'll be fine, Congressman.
Someone will find us.

No, it's too late.

I never meant for this to happen.

What?

All systems operational
for sonic barrier penetration.

Depth. Sonar sweeps negative.

Helicopter, you're clear for takeoff.

Release in 3, 2, 1.

Shock wave in 10, 9, 8...

7, 6, 5...

4, 3, 2.

Clark! Over here!

- Where's Rourke?
- Gone. Out to sea.

- Is he all right?
- I think he's in shock.

He never meant for this to happen.

- For what to happen?
- I don't know.

Come on.

Run!

Held for questioning?
They caught the guy red-handed.

It's amazing how he manipulated
the shock wave sensors into thinking...

something the size
of the Rocky Mountains...

was trying to penetrate the system.

The system worked fine.
It just overreacted.

And the resulting seismic effect
caused the tsunami.

So Luthor Technologies,
with some modification, gets the contract.

End of story.

Not quite.

Now Congressman lan Harrington is
claiming that he set the whole thing up...

as a sting operation to trap Rourke...

and that any accusations of collusion
on his part...

are simply unsubstantiated rumors.

The best kind.

I'm sorry if I gave you
the wrong impression, Mom.

The wrong impression?
Whatever do you mean, Clark?

You know Lois and I are just friends...

and co-workers.

If you say so, Son.

I mean, if anything ever
did happen between us...

- which is not to say that it would...
- We understand.

...it would be because we'd gotten
to know each other really well...

I mean, it wouldn't be impulsive.

That is very sensible, Clark.

So...

So you really liked being with her,
didn't you?

Good night, Son.

Good night, Dad. Good night, Mom.

Good night, honey.

Hello?

You'll never guess where I am.
Our former love nest.

The honeymoon suite? How?

Just the management's way
of apologizing for any inconvenience...

suffered during our stay.

I was the one
who never got to use the bedroom.

Well, this will give you something
to look forward to.

When you find the right woman, of course.

Of course.

So relaxing here.

I've got the drapes closed.

Well, this is all very fascinating, Lois,
but I am beat.

- I think I'll turn in.
- Me, too.

What? Was there something else?

No. Nothing. It's just...

Good night, Clark.

Good night, Lois.