All language subtitles for Lois.&.Clark.The.New.Adventures.of.Superman.S02E12.The.Eyes.Have.It.1080p.HMAX.WEBRip.DD.2.0.H.265.-EDGE2020

[instrumental music]

[panting]

No.

[panting]

After him, you idiot!

[music continues]

[elevator whirring]

[panting]

[elevator bell dings]

[instrumental music]

[door knocking]
Help!

Somebody, help!

- You!
- Ah! Oh!

(female #1)
'What are you doing?'

(male #1)
'Sorry, miss, but I don't have
time to explain.'

[thud]

No, no, no! Ah!

- 'Hey!'
- [indistinct]

No need to be alarmed,
I'm a doctor.

Oh, oh, it's okay, Harry,
he's a doctor.

- Munch?
- Over here, doctor.

- Do you have the device?
- He hasn't got it on him.

I don't know
what he did with it.

Well, ask him where it is

and don't take no
for an answer.

Well, I don't think
that's gonna be possible, doc.

[banging on door]

Police! Open this door.

- That way.
- No, that way.

Go. Go.

[instrumental music]

[indistinct radio chatter]

You find them?

[theme music]

[explosion]

[music continues]

(male #2)
'Alright, let's make sure
we get them back..

I have no idea what happened.

The last thing I remember
is him pushing me back

into the apartment, saying,
"I'm sorry, miss."

Who is he?

And you found her
in some kind of trance?

Yeah.

I shook her, and I yelled at
her

and it didn't seem
to have any effect.

After a few minutes,
she came out of it by herself.

Lois, the coroner's here.
He's a doctor.

Do you want him
to look you over?

No, thanks. I prefer doctors
with live patients.

Who is the dead guy?

Uh, neighbors say
that at least two other men

came into this apartment.

Yes, you told me. And I told you
I didn't see anyone.

Uh, he didn't see anybody
either.

Excuse me, but don't
the police investigate the crime

and then send you
the information?

I mean, you're
an assistant D.A, not a cop.

And correct me if I'm wrong

but I'm reasonably sure
my lips are moving.

Am I in a vacuum?
Is there any sound coming out?

Can you tell me
who the dead guy is?

Lois, I'm sure Mayson was--

I heard the call on my
scanner.

I came by just to make sure
you're okay.

Oh, Bulgaria adopted the gold
standard in 1897.

The deceased is Neal Faraday.

Does that name mean anything
to you?

[sighs]
No.

But it will.

I plan to learn

everything there is to know
about Neal Faraday.

[instrumental music]

According to this, there are
only about eight people

on planet Earth who are capable
of understanding

Dr. Faraday's theories.

And I can tell you this
right now, Lois.

I am not one of them.

If he's famous enough to be
written up in that magazine

how come
we've never heard of him?

Oh, because there are only about
eight people on planet Earth--

Who are capable of understanding
his theories. Okay, I get it.

Alright, listen to this.

"The nonlinear amplifier
multiplies the input signal

with obvious
trigonomic results."

Obvious to whom?

The result would be
amplified waves

with frequencies equal
to the sum

and difference
of the original frequencies.

What?

- What did I just say?
- I have absolutely no idea.

Did I just explain
what you were talking about?

I don't know.

How could I do that?

[indistinct chatter]

Well, there's no record
of Dr. Faraday's whereabouts

for the last three years.

A brilliant scientist
leaves his teaching post

cuts off his relationships
with family and friends

and disappears.

And why would he do that?
What was he working on?

I don't know, Lois.

555-0648. 555-0648.

555-0648. 5..55-06..

Thank you. 555-0648.

Listen, C.K, when a girl
gives you her phone number--

Why did you just
throw that away?

It doesn't work.

Well, maybe it just needs
a refill.

No, it's probably disposable,
everything is.

You know, that is one of the
big problems with this world.

Disposable products,
disposable relationships

disposable lives.

If everything is so expendable,
what happens to friendship

to truth, to loyalty?

It's a pen, Clark.

But if you feel so strongly
about it, be my guest.

It's yours.

[instrumental music]

Thank you.

We must recover that device.

It's the prototype.
The only one in existence.

Without it,
the project is doomed.

Oh, well, uh, Faraday

has obviously used it
on this, uh, reporter babe.

The information's
in her brain.

You gotta get her too.

Well, the information
is safer now.

We're the only ones
who know how to retrieve it.

Yeah, it leaks.

- What leaks?
- Huh?

Oh, the information leaks
right out of her brain.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Oh.

Well, then we need the device,
and we need the girl.

We must find a way
to neutralize Superman.

Yeah.

Oh, oh. Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Don't look at me.
I just work here.

You're a doctor.
You're supposed to be smart.

You come up with something.

I'm an eye doctor.

Oh, yeah, okay.
Do something to his eyes.

Hmm.

[chuckles]

And that was the last article
he submitted to your magazine?

I'm sorry, your journal?

Uh, could you tell me what that
article was about, please?

(Lois)
'Do you know anybody
who might have some idea'

of Dr. Faraday's
whereabouts

after he stopped teaching
at the university?

Uh, could you put that
in layman's terms?

(Lois)
'I guess not.'

[device beeps]

Oh, no wonder
it wouldn't work, Lois.

It's not a pen,
it's a flashlight.

Hi, Mayson. Do you have more
questions for me?

No.

Okay, thank you.

Light.

- What?
- 'Light.'

(Clark)
'Apparently, Dr. Faraday
understood'

the properties of light better
than anyone who's ever lived.

Apparently, those properties
can only be explained

to people who already
understand them.

- Hi, Mayson.
- Hi, Clark.

Can I talk to you for a minute?

Sure.

Oh, well, uh,
if you'll excuse me

I have something to do.

Over there.

I know you're
a really nice guy, Clark

and I don't mean
to be forward but..

...I really like you.

[chuckles]
Well, I like you too, Mayson.

Good, that makes this easier.

I have a cabin
in the mountains.

I was gonna go up for
the weekend, leaving tomorrow

after work and I was wondering
if you would like to join me?

[phone ringing]
'Don't answer me now,
just hear me out.'

Lois Lane.

It's cold this time of year
but there's a fireplace.

and a wood burning stove.

- 'Who is this?'
- 'Never mind who I am.'

(man on phone)
'If you wanna know about
Dr. Faraday'

[voice echoing]
'come to Metropolitan Park,
east of the pond.'

'Come now, and come alone.'

'If you bring anybody with you,
you will learn nothing.'

[phone line disconnects]

[indistinct chatter]

Something important?

No. No.

No, nothing as important as, uh

whatever you and Mayson
are talking about.

So, how about it?

I'll pick you up tomorrow
after work?

- That sounds great, Mayson--
- Hey, Mayson.

How you doing?
How's the investigation going?

Well, the police are having
trouble tracing

Dr. Faraday's whereabouts
for the last few years.

Yeah, well, so are some
of my reporters.

I mean, you've come up with, uh,
well, what, Clark?

- Not much, Perry, but..
- See? Excuses.

Sometimes I think
my name's "Perry But."

"Oh, I tried, Perry, but.."
"I'm sorry, Perry, but.."

"Oh, I wish Perry, but.."

You know, that reminds me
of the time

I first became an editor.

[pager beeping]
'Well, there was this,
uh, young reporter'

I don't think he'd been
with the Planet more than

oh, a couple weeks.

Mater of fact, he reminded me
of you, a little bit, you know.

Uh, uh, gosh, you all could've
been brothers. Except he..

[instrumental music]

[leaves crackling]

Hello?

Hello?

I'm Lois Lane.

[scoffs]
We know who you are, Miss Lane.

Where's the device?

Excuse me?

Dr. Faraday's device.

Where is it?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

[scoffs]

- Who are you?
- Where is Superman?

I don't know.

Yo-you said you were gonna
tell me about Dr. Faraday.

Come on, doc, look at her.
Do I really have to shoot her?

No, Munch, we're just going
to lure Superman.

Alright.

Tell me, Miss Lane

does superman always appear

when you find yourself
in mortal danger?

I don't think that's
a question I wanna hear

when I'm standing out here with
a light shining in my face

talking to someone
I don't know that I can't see.

[indistinct chatter]

Well, would you be kind enough
to answer it, anyway?

Uh, well, yes, he does.

At least he has so far
but I'm not sure that's a theory

I wanna test right this instant.

[gunshot]

[device whirring]

Go, go. Get her.

Superman, help!

[grunting]

So, think it worked?

I don't know.

Oh, you don't know.

Thanks, Superman.

You're welcome, Lois.

I don't want you
to think I'm complaining.

I'm just curious.

Why are you flying so slow?

Well, because I can't see.

I can't see anything at all.

(Lois)
'Okay, a little to the left.'

'Now, down,
just a few feet.'

Oh, no, you've gone too far.

Up, up

a little more.
Now, now, now.

[panting]
Uh, ah, oh, oh, oh!

Oh, oh, now, now you've gone
a little bit past it

'so, so, come to your right'

to right a little bit
and then come straight in. Oh.

[crashing]

- Or to the left.
- Sorry.

No, no. It's my fault.

I-I, oh.

Can I get you anything?

I just don't know what to do.

I'm so sorry.

Here.
Here, sit down.

I-is there anybody
that I can call?

Or just tell me what
to do to help you.

You could let me sleep
on your couch tonight.

- You sleep?
- Yes, I sleep.

I-I mean, it's-it's not like
I thought you were

you know, a bat that flies
around all night.

Or, I, I just,
I never really thought of you

sleeping, I guess.

- Are you hungry?
- No.

Uh, I'm not hungry, thank you.

'And I'll try not to impose
on you past tonight.'

It's probably temporary.

And I'm sure everything
will be fine by tomorrow.

[lamp shatters]

Uh, yeah, I'm, I'm sure that

you're absolutely right.

And you're not imposing.

Why don't I just sit
at the table?

- Lois?
- Yes?

I know this is newsworthy.

The fact that I'm blind.

But if the criminal element
finds out that I'm harmless

to them,
they'll have a field day.

I understand.
I won't print a thing.

- Won't tell anyone.
- Thank you.

- What about Clark?
- What about him?

Should I tell him
or should I not tell him?

If you see Clark, uh,
you can tell him.

Of course, I'll see him.
Why wouldn't I see him?

Is it any better?

Can you see anything at all?

No.

Lois, I was wondering

if Star Labs had anyone on staff

who might be able to help me.

Oh, well, yeah,
I-I- I'm sure they would.

That's a good idea.
They open at 9:00.

I'll-I'll give them a call.

[crackling]
Lois, when I said
I like my bacon crisp

- I didn't mean..
- Oh!

Alternating current
is deadlier than direct current.

Have some pop tarts.

[instrumental music]

Lois, have you,
have you seen Clark?

I need to talk to him.

- You can talk to me.
- It's kind of a guy thing.

Well, if it's a guy thing,
it means

it's about prostate trouble
or about women

and you're too young
for prostate trouble

so it means you probably wanna
talk to Clark about women.

I say, if you wanna know
something, go to the source.

[chuckles]

Alright.
Yeah, I guess you're right.

Here it is.

If a girl gives you
her phone number, right.

You don't ask for it
she just gives it to you.

And tells you
to call her sometime

so you do,
and she doesn't call you back

how long are you supposed to
wait before you call her again?

Jimmy, I'm going to give you

the secret to success
about women.

- You are?
- Yes.

The Pacific box jellyfish

is the most dangerous
animal in the ocean.

Matt?
Hi, it's Lois Lane.

Oh, this is an emergency.
I need you to help me with..

Uh, I don't mean to be rude.
It's sort of private.

Oh. Oh, no, no, God.
I just..

You were gonna tell me the
secret to success with women?

Oh, right.
It's, um, uh..

It'll come back to me, probably.

Matt, you can't tell
anyone about this.

[clatters]

[sighs]

Secret of the universe
yanked out

from underneath me
like a cheap rug.

[instrumental music]

(Lois)
'Dr. Banerjee?
You're sure he's the best?'

'Okay. Thanks, Matt.'

'I appreciate your help
and your discretion.'

Dr. Banerjee will be very happy

to see your friend
Superman, Miss Lane.

[laughs]

Yeah.

Not a good idea.

[instrumental music]

[crashing]

[whistling]

Uh, excuse me, sir.
Could you, sir?

Uh, excuse me, sir.
I'm sorry.

Uh, could you tell me where the
nearest pay phone is, please?

Sir, could..

Ah.

[dialing]

Yes, I'd like to make
a collect call, please.

Clark Kent.

Hi, mom.

Come here, give me your money,
will ya?

Help me!

Help!

'Help me!'

No, mom,
I'm staying at Lois' but

I'm staying there as Superman.

So, if you come,
bring your stuff by my place--

- 'Help me.'
- Get-Get over here.

[instrumental music]

[screaming]
What's happening?
What? What's-what's going on?

- Are you alright?
- I'm-I'm fine.

Your voice, it,
it sounds very familiar.

Who are you?

Uh, I'm Superman.

Oh.
Do you see my cane?

I'm sorry, I didn't
realize you were blind.

[music continues]

Uh, oh.

- Here, here you go.
- Thank you.

Thank you for saving me.

Uh..

You're welcome.

I'm-I'm a little bit turned
around, I was-I was wondering

if you could, uh, point me
in the direction

of West 57th street?

Uh..
I think it's that way.

Superman?
His name is Banerjee.

He's on his way.
I'll be there as soon as I can.

- Lois, where's Clark?
- I don't know.

Well, you're his partner,
aren't you?

Yes, I'm his partner,
not his keeper.

Oh, you two fighting again?

(Lois)
'Clark and I don't fight.'

We disagree sometimes.

Huh, well,
it's just not like Clark

to be late without calling in.

Maybe he left early
on his weekend date.

'If I had a babe like that
Mayson Drake after me'

'I'd leave early.'

(Perry)
'Well,
you probably would, Jimmy'

'but it's not Clark's style'

to go chasing out
after some babe.

"Babe." Would you two use
some other word besides babe?

'I don't think she
is such a babe, anyway.'

Lois, you think you could
find him for me, please?

I have something
else to do, Perry.

Besides, Jimmy's probably right.

Men just seem to get
all feeble-minded

when a kind-of attractive
woman bats their eyes at them.

Even Clark.

If a spin wheel's geared
internally with a pinion

the wheels rotate
in the same direction.

Huh.

[instrumental music]

Ho!

Dr. Banerjee, I presume?

[music continues]

[mug shattering]

[knocking on door]

Uh, coming.

Hello, Mr. Superman.

I am Dr. Banerjee
from Star Labs

and this is my assistant,
Mr. Gomez.

Miss Lane has summoned us.

How may we serve you?

So, you are completely
without sight?

Yes.

- No shapes, no colors?
- No.

You cannot perceive the light
that I'm shining

into your eyes
at this very moment?

No.

[device whirring]

Dr. Banerjee,
what is Mr. Gomez doing?

'Uh, he's merely looking for the
facilities, Mr. Superman.'

'Like you,
he is visually challenged.'

'But I'm sure he'll be more
careful in the future.'

Won't you, Mr. Gomez?

Uh, Si, Senor.

So, tell me, Mr. Superman

how did this
great tragedy occur?

Someone shined
a light into my eyes.

A purplish light.

Hmm, well, I do not know
what happened, of course.

How could I?

'But it is the case,
when ultraviolet light

'is shined on certain
substances'

'it can turn them opaque.'

'Substances that are
otherwise transparent'

'like clear glass,
for example.'

Perhaps, it is the same
with the Kryptonian eye.

'An interesting theory, yes?'

Though the loss of sight
is quite tragic

the man who came up with
this method of blinding you

is clearly a genius.

- I would like to meet him.
- So would I.

But, of course, uh

your eyes are so much more
important than this.

I'm apologizing to you
for wandering down this path

of theoretical science
when clearly almost--

Superman! It's the men
from the park.

The men who blinded you.

[grunts]

Lois?

Lois, are you okay?

[groans]
Come on. Come on.

(Superman)
'Lois?'

Yeah, Superman, I'm okay.

No, I'm not.
I'm mad.

I'm furious.
It's always the same thing.

Where is Clark Kent
when anybody needs him?

Lois, I'm sure he--

You know, he's supposed
to be your friend.

But is he here for you?
Is he here for me?

I'm sure there's a perfectly
rational explanation.

No, his two best friends
could really

use his help right now,
and where is he?

If he could be here--

He's in the mountains
with Mayson Drake.

[instrumental music]

I understand why you didn't
want us to go straight

to Lois' place
with our suitcases in our hands

saying, "where's our boy?"

Why couldn't we have left
the suitcases

in a locker at the airport?

A child of four
could pick those locks.

Well, maybe we should have
that child here with us now.

I'm not doing very well.
You wanna try?

I have absolutely no idea
how to pick a lock.

(Jimmy)
'Oh, you just align the tumblers
to the shear point.'

Oh, well, that would be fine

if I had a clue
what "shear point" means.

It's where the tumblers open up
to the top of the cylinder

but understanding that

and doing that
are two different things.

- You want me to give it a go?
- Oh, please. Thanks.

So, you guys you're gonna spend
the weekend with Clark, huh?

He-he's expecting you, right?

Yeah, sure.

Well, he, uh, he called

'and said he needed some help
with something'

and ordinarily, we'd just
stay here until he came home

but it's cold and,
and Martha's been reading

a book about, uh, locks. So..

You knocked, right?

- Oh, yeah.
- Sure, sure.

You know,
I think maybe you guys should

prepare yourselves for, uh..

Well, I don't think Clark's
gonna be here this weekend.

Perry wanted me to come over
and look for him

but it's a waste of time.

What are you saying, Jimmy?

Well, um,
Clark's gone off with a date.

Maybe I shouldn't say anything.

I just-I just think knowing
is better than

sitting around all weekend
not knowing, right?

[chuckles]

Thanks.

Guess it would help
if I knew what to look for.

It must be small
or he wouldn't have been

looking underneath
that chair.

Think back two nights ago.

Back to when Dr. Faraday
was here.

Was he holding anything
in his hand?

I don't know.

I tried to remember.
I just don't.

[sighs]

Well, I guess that's it.

No place else to look.

- I wish I could help.
- Oh, you did help.

You lifted the furniture,
a really heavy furniture--

No, I wish
I could really help.

If I could see, I could search
this place in seconds.

I just don't know
what to do

when I see you're feeling
for furniture or the wall.

I don't know
if I should help you

or I should let you
figure it out yourself.

I mean, I don't wanna
make you feel--

Helpless, dependent, clumsy?

Thanks for keeping it light.

I don't like this.

I do feel helpless
and dependent and clumsy.

But you have to play the hand
that you've been dealt.

If this blindness
turns out to be permanent

then I'm gonna have to figure
out how to be the best

blind person I can.

Because I really do believe
we're all put here on this earth

or whatever planet
we're put on

to do better
than we think we can.

To be kind, helpful

generous, and forgiving.

[instrumental music]

You know I'll be here for you
no matter what.

I care about you a lot,
Superman.

Thank you, Lois.

I care about you, too.

[thinking]
Now, remember, Martha,
he's not Clark.

He's not our son,
he's Superman.

[knocking on door]
- 'Okay.'
- It's the Kents.

The Kents?
Clark's parents?

- How do you know?
- Oh, uh..

[knocking on door]
Oh. Oh, of course.

- Hi, Lois.
- Martha, Jonathan.

Come in.

Oh, Superman. How are you?

Oh, we're sorry.
We should have called.

Uh, but Clark wasn't home

'and so we thought, well..'

I guess we didn't think.

No, no, please, uh

I know Lois is always happy
to see you

and, and so am I.

- Lois?
- Over here.

Uh, do you have any, Oolong Tea?

- Oolong?
- Oolong.

No. Do you want some?

If it wouldn't be
too much trouble.

(Martha)
'Oolong sounds wonderful.'

Uh, Lois, let's you and me

go get these tea-drinkers
some oolong.

[keys jingling]

- Superman..
- Everything's fine, Lois.

I-I just want some Oolong.
Really.

[sighs]

Oh.

Mom, when I called you

I told you,
you didn't have to come.

Oh, Clark, honey,
of course we're here.

Your dad and I love you more
than anything on this Earth.

[indistinct chatter]

I told you he left town early.

Oh, Jimmy, listen,
McClain called in sick.

Can you process
this film for me?

Oh, sure, chief. Anyway, so,
listen. Clark's not home. Right?

And he's so keen on this trip
to the mountains.

He completely forgot
that his parents

were coming to visit
this weekend.

[laughter]

CK is so cool.
And that Mayson Drake.

- I mean, she is gorgeous.
- Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy.

Hi. Is Clark around?

- W-we thought he was with--
- No, he's not around, Mayson.

Huh, maybe I misunderstood

when I was supposed
to pick him up.

Oh.

Do you know when he'll be back?

Oh, no, I don't think I do.

No, Mayson, I don't know
when he'll be back. Uh..

You're trying to be nice,
aren't you?

You're trying not to have
to tell me I've been stood up.

I don't believe it.

Yeah, I know what you mean,
Jimmy.

You know, I thought Clark was
a bigger man than that.

She came on to him.
All he had to do was show up.

Wh-Why would he give that up?

Cold feet, Jimmy.
Cold feet.

When you let a woman
do the chasing

next thing you know,
you're buying a tux

and you're walking
down the aisle.

Now, you remember that.

Don't forget it.

Alright.

[instrumental music]

I can't believe it.
They had real scones.

Martha loves real scones.

Superman likes them, too,
as I recall.

- Uh, do you have butter?
- Huh.. Mm.

Lois.

Superman is a strong young man

inside, where it counts.

He knows you're here for him.

We're all here for him.

I just don't understand how

Clark could go away
for the weekend

with a woman he hardly knows

and now of all times.

You know,
he and Superman are friends

and Superman needs him.

Does Clark know that?

[sighs]
No, I guess not.

I'm sorry, Jonathan.

I know Clark's a good person
and a good friend.

I'm just upset about Superman.

I understand, Lois.

It's just, I think that--

- Ahh!
- 'Hey. Hey.

'What are you doing?
Hey! Hey!'

- No.
- Hey, hey, hey.

'Hey, you.'

[engine revving]

[tires squealing]

Honey, please, sit down.

I can't, mom.

I've never felt so helpless
in my entire life.

Where is she?

You just called her
10 minutes ago, son.

[knock on door]

Finally.

Oh, easy, dude.

'Easy, whoa.'

Mayson?

- Yes.
- Uh, thank you for coming.

I'm, uh, Jonathan Kent.
This is my wife Martha.

- Kent?
- I think you know our son.

Clark?

What's going on here?

And if Lois has been kidnapped

why aren't you out
looking for her?

Oh, please, Ms. Drake,
um, come sit down.

We'll try and explain it.

Sit down, Ms. Lane.

If you do not sit down

I will turn Munch loose on you

which I prefer not to do.

Munch does not entirely
enjoy hurting people

but it is part
of his job description

and he is quite good at it.

[chuckles]

Thank you.

Now, tell me,
where is the device, Ms. Lane?

Don't you think
I would tell you if I knew?

Don't you think
Superman is more important

to me than this stupid
thingamajig I never saw

and don't even know what it is?

Pretty good point.

Okay, I will tell you
what it is.

What it means,
what it's capable of doing

and then,
you will tell me where it is.

Oh, we've learned
a lot in two days.

The dead man,
Dr. Faraday was a genius.

His experiments
were being funded by

a wealthy eye doctor
named Harold P. Leit.

What were they working on?

Dr. Faraday developed a device

which can carry knowledge

on a beam of light
through the eye

directly to the brain.

Oh, my.

A terrible thing
in the wrong hands.

Yes, and I think
we can assume that

Dr. Leit's hands are definitely
the wrong hands.

And so you see, Ms. Lane

why this device
is so very important to me.

It would pretty much allow you

to control the world,
wouldn't it?

Yeah, pretty much.

No, no, no, no.

My motives are purely
altruistic, I assure you.

It gives everyone
equal access to knowledge

and, as we all know

'"Knowledge is power."'

He used it on me, didn't he?

Dr. Faraday, before he died?

There are things in my brain

that I don't know
how they got there.

I don't have access
to them, really.

They just sort of seem
to leak out from time to time.

Well, it's a two-step process.

You see, the information
is implanted in your brain

but then it needs to be

switched on, so to speak.

Now, tell me.

Where is the device?

What does it look like?

I really don't know.

Alright, I will humor you.

It looks like a ball-point pen.

A gleaming,
silver ball-point pen.

[instrumental music]

Ah, I can see in your eyes

that you do know where it is.

And I can see that
Dr. Faraday had a good reason

for you not to have it.

- Huh.
- Oh, let's don't be rude.

Okay, Ms. Lane?

Munch.

'You're forgetting that we do
have a bargaining chip.'

You tell me
where the device is

and I will give you the antidote

for Superman's blindness.

There's an antidote?

How do I know
you're telling the truth?

Well, either I am or I'm not.

Alright.

- Well?
- You first.

[chuckles]
Oh, I don't think so.

Well, then we have a problem.

Because I don't trust you to
keep your side of the bargain.

You don't seem
to grasp that you are

in a life-or-death
situation, Ms. Lane

'and you are outnumbered.'

Mm.

Well, you can kill me anytime.

'I'd rather you didn't'

but there does not seem
to be much I can do about it.

Or you can trust me.

You tell me what I want to know

and I will tell you
what you want to know.

You're right.

I can kill you anytime,
Ms. Lane.

Actually,
it was brilliantly simple.

I used ultraviolet light
to blind Superman.

Ultraviolet light
isn't visible to the naked eye.

Well, I merely added
some visible light

from the cold end
of the spectrum

to help me guide
the light into Superman's eyes.

The antidote is infrared light.

Very good, Ms. Lane.

[beam whooshing]

Tell me, is that Dr. Faraday's
knowledge or yours?

Now, tell me.

Where is Faraday's device?

It's at the Daily Planet.

(Superman)
'What did you say?'

It looks like
a silver ball-point pen.

[flashback]

You know where it is, don't you?

- Yes.
- Good. Let's call the police.

- No.
- Why not?

They've probably made Lois
tell them where it is.

So, if the police
go charging in there

Lois will be in even
more danger.

I'll handle this myself.

- Is this the good window?
- Uh, yes.

- But it's--
- You're incapacitated.

(Jonathan)
'Wait.'

[thud]

Oh..

Looks like he misjudged
the distance to the ground.

Is he okay?

Yes, dear. I imagine so.

He is Superman.

How is he going to get
where he's going

if he can't see
where he's going?

[whistles]

[tires screeching]

[indistinct chatter]

Uh, Daily Planet, please.

[engine revving]

[machine rattling]

[suspense music]

[Jimmy sighs]

[elevator bell dings]

[whooshing]

[elevator bell dings]

[instrumental music]

Where is it?

It's over there.

You lied to me.

No, I-I didn't.
It-it was here. And--

Enough.

No more Mr. Nice Guy.

I will extract it
from you painfully.

Ahh.

Oh, you will wish you had not
lied to me, Ms. Lane.

Munch.

Ahh.

- She's gone.
- Yes, doctor.

(Dr. Leit)
'Do you have a flashlight?'

- 'No, doctor.'
- Find her!

- Okay, doctor.
- You go that way.

I'll go this way.

[music continues]

(Munch)
'Oh, Ms. Lane.'

Come out, come out,
wherever you are.

[chuckles]

I found her, doctor.

(Munch)
'Come here.'

- Ahh!
- Ahh!

[screaming]

I know you're here, Superman.

You're right.
I am here, Dr. Leit.

And I have the device.

Lois, can you get
to where I am?

No. Ahh!

Lois, are you alright?

She's fine for now, Superman.

And she'll stay fine
if you'll simply roll the device

toward the sound of my voice.

Okay, doctor. Catch.

[chuckles]
Nice try, Superman.

- Munch.
- Yeah.

Retrieve the device, please.

Sure.

- Huh!
- Ow! Oh.

Superman, look this way.

[zapping]

- Drop the device.
- No, no, Munch.

Munch, give it to me.

- What?
- Give it to me.

[zapping]

[grunting]

[gasping]

[sighs]
Thank you, Superman.

No, thank you, Lois.

- Munch.
- What?

- Can you see?
- See what?

I'm blind.

Yeah.
Yeah, I think I am, too.

- Ow.
- Munch.

Maybe it's a good thing
the device was destroyed.

Technology and human nature

sometimes are a volatile mix,
aren't they?

Like Frankenstein.

In bodies of uniform density

the position
of the center of gravity

depends only
on the shape of the body.

There she goes again.

Well, maybe we'll
get used to it, huh?

I don't know.

Hi.

Hi.

Clark.

I understand how you feel, son.

But I want you to remember

that women are people, too.

They deserve fair treatment.

- Hi.
- I want you to know.

I was really humiliated
when you stood me up.

And I still think it was
a rotten thing for you to do

but I've met your parents and
I've spent some time with them

and they're such
a wonderful people that

I'm willing to assume
that any son of theirs

wouldn't do what you did
and that this weekend

was simply some kind
of misunderstanding.

I don't want an explanation.

And I won't ask you out again.

But if you want to ask me

I probably won't say no.

[indistinct chatter]

They just spent
a weekend together.

A three-day weekend.

I can't believe she has
to see him again so soon.

They didn't go.

What?

- He stood her up.
- What?

[instrumental music]

Clark.

If you weren't with Mayson

where have you been
the last three days?

Um..

[chuckles]

[theme music]

[music continues]