All language subtitles for Superman.and_.Lois_.S03E05.WEB_

- Previously on
"Superman and Lois"...

I have stage three
inflammatory breast cancer.

- Where are you going?
- "The Gazette."

I'm not just gonna sit around
and wait till chemo, Clark.

- There's one prisoner
other than Henry Miller

that Judge Regan granted
compassionate release to.

James Distefano.

- You skipped chemo, Lois.

- We had just gotten this
break in the Mannheim case.

Bruno Mannheim is
my white whale.

- This story is not more
important than your health.

- Mom?

- Bruno Mannheim
invested $200 million

in Hob's Bay Medical Center.

If a sign up as a
chemo patient there,

I would be right in the
middle of Hob's Bay.

I'll do the paperwork
when we get home.

It'll be in their system
at the end of the day.

I think that's everything.

Your dad and I will meet you at
the dance after my treatment.

- Mom, you really don't
need to come, okay?

Grandpa said he'd cover for you.

There's gonna be
plenty of chaperones.

- But it's the
Valentine's Day Dance.

I wanna be there.
- You're getting a round

of chemo. Maybe
take a rest after.

- Yeah, last time, you were
super exhausted, remember?

- I was a little fatigued,
but not until the next day.

Besides, this is my one chance
to see you two dressed in

anything other than
hoodies and tennis shoes.

So if you really
wanna make me happy,

you'll put on a suit,
and I don't know,

maybe comb your hair.
- Okay.

I would, but Candice never
lets me in the bathroom.

- Jordan, we have
talked about this.

She's our guest.
- No, seriously, though.

It's been three weeks
of cold showers,

not to mention waiting
for the bathroom.

- Okay, she's looking
for a place to stay.

It's just taking
longer than expected.

- I'm starting to think
she's my mortal enemy.

- Okay.
- Oh, good, you're still here.

I thought you would
like a little treat

during your session today.

- Aw, that is so sweet of you.

- Thanks again for
taking me dress-shopping.

I can't wait to show
it off at the dance.

- You're gonna
look so beautiful.

All right, wish me luck.

Round two.

- You're gonna crush
it today, Mrs. Lane.

- Thank you.

- Hey.

- You and Nat taking them
out for another spin?

- Really appreciate you
letting us use your land.

- Hey, anytime.

- But, Clark, I gotta be honest,

I'm not okay with Lois
getting her treatment

at Bruno Mannheim's hospital.

Am I the only one who
thinks the priority here

should be her beating this thing

and not poking around
in Al Capone's vault?

- It's Lois' treatment.

She's allowed to decide
where she gets it.

- Bruno Mannheim
stole your blood

and then tried to blow
up John Henry's sister.

Not exactly the résumé
of a top caregiver.

- I'm aware of that.

- At least keep her away
from the kids' dance tonight.

She should be at home, resting.

- She's got her
heart set on going,

so we're gonna have to trust
that she knows her limits.

- You still mad about me going
to Hob's Bay Medical Center?

- I'm just here to
support you, pumpkin,

any way I can.

- Ready?

- I'll see you at
the dance, Dad.

- Ms. Lane?

We're all ready for you now.

- It's not so bad here, huh?

- Not so bad.

I'm happy we're doing this.

It's nice to have
a meal, you and me.

- What'd you say?

- I said...
- Oh, I'm sorry.

- So are you excited
for the dance tonight?

- No. I mean, well, not
really. It's not at school.

I mean, what's the Loyal
Order of the Bison?

- They were kind enough

to loan us their banquet
hall for the evening.

- Oh, I gotta go.

Chrissy wants a statement about

the town hall
construction delay.

- Oof.

- Hey, Junior.

How are you and
your mom holding up?

- Don't act like you care.

- Of course I care.
- Really?

'Cause now that my dad's dead,

you've been acting like he
was never even the mayor.

- I issued a statement.

- Which was a joke.

You didn't mention any
of the stuff he did

for people around here.

- Come on, Junior.

We're all friends here.

- You and I haven't been
friends for, like, ten years.

I know you cheated
to beat my dad.

- That is not true.

- Whatever.

- Last one home buys lunch!

- You are so lucky I'm vegan,

or else I'd be ordering
a big, fat steak.

Any idea who that
is with Jordan?

- Hey, Nat, guess who I found
in town looking for you?

- Matteo?

- Are you sure about this?

- If I can get access
to Dr. Hook's files,

maybe we can finally find out
what Bruno Mannheim's up to.

- Okay, it's just the nurse
said the anti-nausea medicine

might wear you out, so
maybe I should be the one

doing the investigating.

- Or being a patient here

will allow me to move around
more freely, undetected.

So you just stay here.

- And do what?

- Cover for me. D

uh.

Okay.

I need more.

- You do what I ask, you'll
get as much as you need.

- This stuff's the only thing
that's keeping me alive.

- Oh, it's doing more than that.

- Lois Lane has settled in.

- Are you clear on what you
need to do, Mr. Distefano?

- I'm clear.

- Where'd she meet this joker?

- Um, in Metropolis.

- In Metropolis, where?

- At a party.

- So this Matteo shows
up in Smallville on what,

a hunch?

- Actually, he
found Sarah online

and asked for Nat's number,

but Sarah thought it'd be better

if he came to Smallville and
asked her in person, so...

- Here he is,
having convinced you

to ditch every safety
protocol you've been taught

and lead him
straight to the farm!

- He seems like a cool guy.

- Cool guy?

Right.

- Um, I gotta be honest.

That dude's kind
of freaking me out.

- He's probably just
wondering why you're here.

- But why does he even care?

- He's, you know, like,
part of my adopted family.

It's complicated.

- Oh, I see. I see.

Well, in that case,

I'll try my best to
make a good impression.

- This is so crazy.

I can't believe
you're actually here.

- Yeah, me either.

I was super nervous
surprising you like this,

but Sarah insisted, so I...

- Well, this time, I will
definitely give you my number.

- You know, the
movie theater in town

is playing "Dumb Einstein,"
if you're interested.

Or maybe not.

- It's just I have
a Valentine's dance

that I'm going to at my school.

I mean, I'd ask
you to go, but...

- You already have a date.

- No, it's a formal.

You're not really dressed up.

- Okay, well, I'll buy a suit.

I'm sure there's some place
in town that could hook me up.

- Seems like a lot just to
go to some high-school dance.

- Not just a high school dance.

A high school dance with you.

- It's totally worth it.

- Okay.

- Please have a seat.

You're making me nervous.

- Oh, I'm sorry. Um, I'm
not getting treatment.

I'm just here to
support my wife.

- Lois Lane, right?
- Mm-hmm.

- Lois Lane in Hob's Bay?
- Mm. What's she got?

- Uh, inflammatory breast
cancer, stage three.

- This her first round of chemo?

- Second. The first one
was in New Carthage.

Everything went well.
She's... she's doing great.

- How are you doing?

- Uh...

I just want Lois to get better.

- Ah. Looks like we
have another one.

- Sounds like
every other spouse.

- Have a seat.

- Excuse me. Can I help you?

- Yeah, I'm just
dropping off lab results.

- Okay, no problem.
First door on your right.

- Great.

- Damn it all to hell.

- Mr. Cushing.

Need a hand?

- I've been out here
a while. I don't know.

Half a dozen cars driven
by, and you're the, uh...

You're the first person to stop.

- Yeah, well, it's no big deal.

I just wanted to make
sure everything was okay.

- See, that right
there, that's, uh,

that's pretty much
what I do for a living.

You know, crew and
I, we've been, uh,

we've been pretty
swamped lately.

We could use an extra hand.

- Wait, seriously?
- Yeah.

Hell, you're the perfect
age if you want to learn,

you know, if it's something
you might be interested in.

- Yeah, yeah, that
would be cool.

But I work during the
week at Brit and Dunn's.

- Your weekends free?

- Yes, sir.

- Why don't you stop
by next Saturday?

We'll just take it from there.

- Okay.

- All right. Cool.

- Hey, Jon, we gotta get going
so I can get ready in time.

- Go.

See you next Saturday.

- Will do.

- Junior was just so angry.

It was like I was
the bad person,

not his dad.

- I'm afraid that Junior
is not the only one

who feels that way.

There are so many questions
about what happened to Dean.

People are looking
for someone to blame.

- But why blame me?

I had nothing to do
with what happened.

- But you were
political rivals, right?

People see that and just
sort of run with it.

If people could only see how
crooked George Dean really was.

- I mean, objectively, he did
do a lot of good for this town.

- Oh, trust me, the bad
outweighs the good here.

I mean, I have plenty of proof

of Dean robbing this city blind.

- Lana, well, unless
people know the truth,

they're gonna keep blaming you.

If you want, I can
help clear the air.

- Two of us, we've both
been through this before.

- I was diagnosed
five years ago.

Went through all
the treatments...

Radiation, surgery.

Was in remission
until it came back.

End of last year.

- Sorry to hear that.

- And for me, I've been on
both sides of the chair.

First was where you're sitting
with my daughter Diana.

She had breast cancer.

Took her three years
ago this month.

She would've turned 37.

- Wow, she was so young.

- Her doctors thought
the same thing.

They kept telling
her not to worry,

even though the
voice in her head

knew something was wrong.

- Uh, is she okay?

- Oh, yeah, that's just
the chemo kicking in.

- I'm really sorry
about your daughter.

- Me too.

- Where's Henry Miller?

- I gotta hand it to you,

coming to my hospital
for treatment

so you can investigate
me at the same time.

- Where's Dr. Hook?

- Making rounds,
seeing patients.

- We both know that's not true.

- Well, I can have a nurse
track him down for you,

if you'd like.

But all this sneaking
around is unnecessary.

You wanna know
something? Just ask.

- Well, what I know is that
you have Superman's blood

and that you are having
Dr. Hook somehow use it

to make powered people...

- This again.

- People who were dying
like Henry Miller.

- You know, your
friend, Superman,

accused me of the same thing.

This is a cancer
treatment facility.

The only thing I'm doing
here is trying to save lives.

- I have written about you long
enough to know that nothing...

Nothing... Happens
in South Metropolis

unless it benefits you.

- You want something
to write about?

This is my state-of-the-art
research lab.

Follow me.

- Not sure I understand
your mother's desire

to come to this thing.
- What, you didn't like

going to dances when
you were in high school?

- No, I was a junior ROTC cadet.

Didn't really have time
for dating or dances.

- Maybe it's not too
late for you, then.

- Somehow, this is exactly
what I was expecting.

- Oh, my God, you really did it.

- Yeah, somehow,
he tracked me down

and then drove here
and bought a suit.

- Best wingwoman
ever right here.

- Come on. We have so
much to talk about.

- Your wife must have a hard
time sitting still, huh?

- That'll change.

But that instinct will come
in handy down the road.

Now don't go scaring him.

- Oh, no, it's okay.

Uh, what do you mean?

- Well, everyone calls
it something different,

experiences it in their own way,

but the pull, as I call it,

happens to anyone who
sits in this chair.

- The pull?

- This disease,

it tests every part of you,

mentally, physically.

And at some point,
you get this feeling,

this... this pull.

That it'd be so much easier
if you'd just let go.

It doesn't mean
that you don't love

the people in your life or
that you wanna leave 'em,

but...

that feeling to give
into the disease

gets to be so strong.

So this drive

that your wife has,

she's gonna need to use
all that energy to survive.

- She's not wrong.

- Just checking in, ladies.

- All good.
- Thank you.

- And where's your wife?

- Hello, Smallville High.

I just wanted to give
you all some good news.

The mold remediation
is nearly done,

which means your
school and your lives

can return to
normal pretty soon.

Thank you for your
patience and understanding,

and please have a great night.

- Uh, you two should
dance. I'll be right back.

- Well, don't wanna
disappoint your wingwoman.

- Jon.
- Hey.

- I got some news.
- What's up?

- Um, that was my Aunt Peggy.

She called, and she said
that I can live with her...

in Topeka.

- Topeka?

That's, like, four hours away.

- Well, we can still see
each other on weekends.

- Yeah.

It's a good thing I
have my truck now.

Come on.

- I'm really glad I came.

- Me too.

- You look so beautiful.

You said that already.

- I just wanted to
make sure you heard me.

- Nat, I'm s... Nat, I'm sorry.

Nat!

- So much for cool guy, huh?

- I founded this center
to help my community.

- Community?
- Hob's Bay.

What most people still
call South Metropolis.

When I was 14, my
mother fell ill.

Couldn't figure out why.

It turns out our
entire neighborhood

was built next to a
chemical waste dump.

No one even knew it was there.

Tried to get the company
responsible to help, but...

You think anyone gave a damn
about some cleaning lady

from the Suicide Slums?

After she died,

I realized no one was
ever coming to save us.

So I decided right
then and there

I'd do it myself.

Everything you see here

is an extension of that belief.

I will do everything in my
power to save your life.

But if you try to stop me
from saving the people I love

here in Hob's Bay,

that's something I won't allow.

You should get back to
the treatment center.

I'll have my people send over

all of Dr. Hook's
research files.

- Lois, slow down.
- I am going to scour

every inch of Dr. Hook's files.

Getting treatment at Hob's Bay
was exactly what we needed.

Come on. The dance
already started.

- Wha...

- I never did live
that one down.

- Uh, Mr. Cushing?
- Yes, sir?

- So, uh, I was wondering
if maybe I could

volunteer at a station
during the week instead.

- I thought you worked at Brit
and Dunn's during the week?

- I do, but...

- But you...

You want your weekends free?
- Yes.

- Well, maybe this just
isn't the right fit for you.

- No, it's not that. It's just

I had this other
commitment pop up.

- Well, son, I guess you're
gonna have to figure out

which one's more
important to you.

- Say the word, and
I'll go in there

and scare the living
hell out of that kid.

- No, he didn't
do anything wrong.

It's me.

- You wanna talk about it?

- You wouldn't understand.

- Maybe not, but...

I can try.

- I've never...

kissed anyone before.

I mean, I've never even
dated anyone before.

Now there's this guy
inside who really likes me,

and I really like him, but...

I'm just so far behind everyone
else in this kind of stuff.

- Last time I had anything
resembling a relationship

was the night my wife left me.

That was over 30 years ago.

You get to be my age,

you start to feel behind
everyone in almost everything,

especially the
romance department.

I can't go back in there.

He's gonna think I'm
some kind of weirdo.

The way that kid's been
looking at you all day,

there's nothing you can
do to make him think that.

- Why am I so scared?

Because love is scary.

Now, you are the
toughest kid I know.

You can do this.

- Thanks, Grandpa.

- Hey.

I saw you leave
after my mom spoke,

and I... I just wanted
to see if you were okay.

Junior?

I miss him, Sarah.

I miss my dad.
- Junior, come here.

I miss him so much.

- You're gonna ignore me on
my last night in Smallville?

Hey, I know long-distance
relationships

don't normally work
out, but, I mean,

with everything we've
been through already,

I'm sure we can make it.

- So, uh, that thing that
I was telling you about,

the fire station...

Mr. Cushing said that
he could only use me

if it was on the weekends.

Which means that the only
way I could see you is...

- If you turn it down.

- Right, which I was gonna...
- You can't do that.

- No, I... I have to.
- No, you don't.

- But I wanna see you.

- Yeah, and I wanna see you,
but what you've done for me,

what your family's
done for me, I mean,

you've all sacrificed
so much to help me.

You're not turning this down.

- So when are we
gonna see each other?

- We'll figure something out.

- I love you, Candice.

- I love you too.

- You know, I know we
went to high school

at different times, but, uh,

were your dances
always this boring?

Yeah, pretty much.

- Hi, you guys.

- Hey.
- Have you seen Sarah?

- No.
- No.

No, sorry.

- All right. I'll go find her.

- You know, maybe
I should get going.

- No, no.

Not yet.

See, I think, uh...

I think Cush could use your
help with a little something.

- Did you just refer to
yourself by your own nickname?

- I believe I did, yes.

- Whoo!

- What are you doing, Chrissy?

- Why aren't you dressed?

- Well, look,
babe, the boys said

they were gonna get photos,

so why don't we just
hang out here tonight?

- Why are you telling
me this right now?

- I'm trying to be supportive,
and I'm following your lead,

but sometimes it feels like
no one's allowed to have

an opinion about your
treatment other than you.

- Because it's happening to me.
- Yeah, I know.

I get it, but
everything I've read

and everyone I've spoken to,
they all say the same thing...

That this is gonna be
the fight of your life

and you need to rest.

- And I will, but not tonight.

I am going to this dance, Clark.

It is very, very
important to me.

And if you wanna
come with me, great,

but I need you to get dressed.

- Find out where the hell that
breach is coming from now.

- Yes, ma'am.

- What do you want?

- Access to your
biggest secrets.

- I know you wanna go
to the dance, but...

I still think we
should talk about this.

- Okay. I'm listening.

- Do it now, General.

- Just wait for me, please.

- You're going to give
me what I want, General.

- Go.

Too late, Superman.

- You don't have to leave.

I mean, unless you want to.
- What?

No way. I... I just
thought that since...

- No, I want you
to stay. Please.

- Oh.

Good.

- Can we just pick
up where we left off?

Maybe before I ran
outside like an idiot?

- Whatever you want.

- I'm sorry about what
I said at the diner.

The reason we haven't
been friends...

That's on me.

- Maybe we could start again.

If you want, I mean.

To your dad.

- That's terrible.
- Yeah.

Yeah, my dad only ever
drank the cheap stuff.

- Get inside, Junior.

- Mom...
- I can't believe you.

After everything
we've been through,

you go and pull
something like this?

- Mom, I'm not pulling anything.

- You've been out here
drinking all night.

- Mom, can I... can I explain?

Look, I just came out
here to check on Junior.

I know he was really
angry earlier, but...

it was about him losing his dad.

And I know what Mayor Dean said

about you, about me,
about our family,

but none of that
really matters anymore,

and he was a good dad.

Now all Junior has are memories.

I was just trying
to be a good friend.

- I understand.

- You do?
- I do.

Just next time, no drinking.

Come on. The dance
is almost over.

- Lois.

- I'm in here.

- You okay?

- Not really.

I want to go so
badly, but I can't.

Honey, you were right.

Just 'cause I have cancer, it
doesn't mean I can't be wrong.

I'm not the only one who gets
to have an opinion in all this.

I need you to keep
sharing yours with me,

especially if I don't agree.

You promise?

- Promise.

So how was it?

- It was okay, I
guess. Nothing crazy.

- Please tell me
you got pictures.

- Oh, I'm sorry, Mrs.
Lane. We totally forgot.

- That was my once
chance to see everyone

dressed up and dancing.

- Maybe not.

If you're up for it.

- Look at you.

- You better dance with me.

- Of course.

- If you're asking me to
dance, the answer's a firm no.

I was thinking about
what you said earlier,

and I stole your
phone in the car.

- "SeniorSwipe"? Oh,
I don't think so.

- Okay, come on. Come on.
It's really easy to use.

All you gotta do is
swipe on the screen.

And if someone catches your eye,

send them a message.

Maybe you can find your
next dance partner.

- Mind if I cut in?

- By all means.

- Hey, cutie.

- You washed your hair?
- Mom.

- Okay. Okay, I'll stop.

- I love you, Mom.

- I love you.

I love you.

- That was great.

- You were great.

Yeah, well, you're pretty
great yourself, you know that?

- Yeah, you have no idea.
- Mm.

- That might be Lois.

Or your ex-wife.

What does she want?

- I don't know. It just
says she needs to see me.

- Hey.

What's up?

- I don't want to go public
with that stuff about Dean.

- Sorry. What
changed your mind?

I mean, don't you
think that the public

deserves to know the truth?

- I think, in this
specific case,

the truth will hurt
more than it heals.

It's best to keep it a secret.

- But after everything
that's happened...

- This town needs
closure, Chrissy,

and I'm gonna give it to them.

So I've decided to
name the new town hall

after Mayor Dean.

- Mm.

The George Dean
Memorial Town Hall.

- Mm-hmm.

- Sounds nice.

- That everything?
- That's everything.

- If you need anything at all,
you know where to find me.

- Thanks, Mrs. Lane.

You're just the sweetest.

Take care of your
brother for me.

- Okay.

- Drive safe, you two.

We need to talk.

Turns out this
Deadline character

managed to get the locations of
several of our top facilities.

- What kind of facilities?

- Ones that store
sensitive assets.

So while you were
fighting Deadline,

the rest of Intergang was
silently raiding the cupboards.

- What did they take?

- This is our new priority.

- Looks just like him,

only more dead.

- For now.