Original subtitles

Oh, uh, Clark..

If, uh..

If you were a woman and your doorbell rang

and you opened it and it was me, uh

what would you think?

Well... what?

Well, I've been fixed up on a blind date.

I mean, they do that to you when you're single again.

So you open your door and, uh, it's me

and you're, uh, you're...

Happy?

Oh, boy. I gotta rethink this.

You're not very convincing.

- I'm not a woman. - No, you're not.

- No. Hi. - Hi.

I called you last night. Your answering machine was on.

It was late, but there was this great movie on...

I was out walking.

In the middle of the night?

Yeah, I had a really hard time sleeping last night.

And I just didn't wanna be in my place.

What do you mean you didn't wanna be in your place?

I mean, it's just nothing.

I just had a hard time sleeping, is all.

You know, no big deal.

CK, this just came for you.

Yes, I just threw this in the trash.

'There's nothing in your waste basket.'

What is it?

Uh..

Uh, this guy, Baron Sunday.

Oh, wow! And you weren't gonna use those?

He's what, that magician?

"That magician"? No. The magician.

'The world's greatest illusionist.'

This guy is so cool, he lives on his own airplane.

'Jimmy.'

Coming!

And to think, you were just gonna throw those tickets away.

Clark?

Clark, what is it?

Clark, what's wrong?

'I've been working for MTD about three months.'

It's work you enjoy, Mr. Rod Clemens?

How'd you know my name?

Oh.

'Operator's license.'

Not at all. I'm psychic.

Oh, yeah, right.

What's that accent?

- It's, uh... Georgia? - South Carolina.

'Born and raised just over the state line in Parksville.'

Guess you ain't that much of a psychic, are you?

Shall I tell you your birthday?

Got ten bucks says you can't do it.

It's... November 18, 1949.

Not even close.

August 24, 1951.

The easiest ten-spot I ever made.

You wanna try for something else?

'How about my mama's maiden name?'

Clark, you really had me scared.

Are you sure you're okay?

Maybe you're not up to lunch with my mother.

I'm fine.

I'm just a little tired, that's all.

By the way

at what point did we put your mother

in charge of our wedding?

Oh, she's not in charge. She has some ideas.

I've told her we'd hear her ideas.

You know, my family just started talking to each other again.

Wanna preserve a little peace.

Okay, but we're clear on what we want, right?

Small, simple, small, right?

- Mm-hmm. - Simple?

And I know I'm thrilled

to at last be able to give my princess

'the big wedding she's always dreamed of.'

Big? You dreamed of a big wedding?

Well, no. I..

Well, once I did, maybe.

Well, okay, yes, but not huge.

After her second cousin, Martita married that jockey

'that's all she talked about.'

She'd walk around holding a bunch of flowers

with my slip on her head.

Mother, I was six.

Anyway, don't be shy about picking.

Beverly's brains for suggestions.

- Beverly? - Beverly Lipman.

Acclaimed bridal consultant.

Well, isn't that expensive? Who's paying for that?

Your father.

It's cheap, considering the years of indifference

he has to atone for.

Yoo-hoo! Here we are. Ha-ha.

Oh, I'm late. Sorry. Don't stand.

Miss, a bourbon, rocks.

Well, have we picked a color palette yet?

I've been doing a lot of tangerine.

Miss Lipman, we're gonna try stay clear

of anything too complicated.

Oh, Mrs. Lane told me that if she could hold a beautiful

wedding for her favorite daughter, she could die happy.

And what do you mean by "complicated"?

You do want this affair to say something, don't you?

I just want it to say that I love Lois.

That would be doves, 300, white.

Oh.

'Baron.'

'Baron, I have the chart for this Rod Clemens.'

I tell you, brother

this Clemens

he born under a bad sign, you know?

Hey, Baron?

Mercy.

- Man, you scared me. - Give me the chart.

Here.

Hey, man, you're alright?

What's going on up there?

There's nothing wrong with a church organ

and a combo after

if you want to go the blah route.

The last wedding I did had a dozen Swiss bell ringers

and a 50-piece orchestra.

Swiss bell ringers. What do you think, Lois?

Yes. What do you think, Lois?

Well, uh..

I-I've always admired the Swiss

'and, um..'

...their chocolate is to die for..

Help! The bus is out of control!

And those cuckoo clocks... wow.

Uh, I gotta go.

Excuse me.

He's going to be difficult, isn't he?

No!

Captain Ellis! It's an ambush!

Superman. Thank God.

Is he dead?

I'm afraid so.

Did he say anything?

He just freaked out.

He yelled something about Captain Ellis.

'Ladies and gentlemen, presenting the world's'

'most illustrious illusionist..'

'...Baron Sunday!'

I wonder what happened to Perry.

You know, this is his first blind date

since he split up with Alice.

He wanted to double with us.

Probably got cold feet.

Ladies and gentlemen, my assistant, Ziggy.

'Locked. Steel blade.'

Still waiting to hear from the army

on that Captain Ellis

that the bus driver mentioned before he died.

What was this snake-shaped welt the bus driver had on his chest?

I don't know. It was freaky.

It just sort of appeared

and then faded away.

Hmm.

I can't figure out how he's doing this.

He's not using any wires. There's no trapdoors.

Thank you, thank you.

Uh.

Is, uh... is he smiling at me?

- Huh? - Hmm?

I think this answers the cold feet question.

Chief!

You chicken out?

Oh, no. Not at all.

The kid here had his heart set on seeing the show.

'And, well, I didn't want to break his heart.'

He chickened out.

'And now, to finish up the evening'

I'd like to create a special illusion

for a member of the audience.

Any volunteers?

'You, son!'

Me? Oh, no, I can't..

Jimmy, go. Go.

Jimmy!

Alright, sure.

Now, I need your name, birth date

and city where you were born.

Um, my name is James Bartholomew Olsen.

'I was born right here in Metropolis'

'on February 15, 1974.'

- I want you to relax. - Yeah.

Now, as the ashes float down around you

you will fall into a deep... trance.

Ashes?

Whoa.

Now

when I snap my fingers

you will imagine you're back

at your first day in the second grade.

Hey, Bobby!

How was your summer?

Oh, I forgot to mention.

You've come to school completely naked.

I-I don't know how this happened.

'I know I got dressed this morning.'

When I snap my fingers, you'll be back here

fully clothed and remember everything.

Jimmy, are you okay? You got a bump on your head.

Oh, yeah, I guess I was trying to hide

underneath my desk and I hit my head.

That desk was in your imagination, son.

Thanks.

Jimmy was so convinced of what he was experiencing

his body reacted as if his vision were real.

It's a pretty interesting trick.

No trick.

I only made use of what was already in his mind.

You're a, uh..

...Pisces, right?

Good guess. Yeah. February 28th.

1965?

- Close. '66. - Hmm.

You're not planning on sending him

back to second grade?

No.

I have something much more interesting

for a man as worldly as Mr. Kent.

Well..

...we should get going.

Bye-bye.

'So, Baron, you got Mr. Kent's handkerchief.'

Mm-hm.

Did you catch up on your sleep last night?

Back to my old self.

So, even though you're looking kind of troubled and preoccupied

there's no reason for me to be worried?

About me?

None whatsoever.

Because if there was something hypothetically bothering you

you would tell me.

Mm-hmm.

Look, are you worried about getting married?

What?

Well, it's just that, you know, we started making plans

and suddenly you can't sleep at night

and you're having all this incredible anxiety and...

Lois, I'm not worried about marrying you.

I'm completely looking forward to marrying you.

I'm chomping at the bit.

Chomping at the bit?

Got it.

Did you hear from the army?

Yeah, the bus driver, Clemens

served in Vietnam under a Captain Ted Ellis.

He was ammunitions expert.

Oh, this is interesting.

After he left the army, Clemens spent a year

in the National Intelligence Agency.

Don't you know somebody at the NIA?

Matt Young.

But I haven't spoken to him in years.

Maybe it's time you renew that acquaintance.

Mmm.

I want you to know I know how difficult this whole

mother-of-the-bride thing is for you.

No, it's no problem, it's just that

as long as you and I don't lose sight of what we want.

Oh, no, no. Sure.

'Cause yesterday you seemed sort of interested

in that woman Beverly's ideas.

Oh, that might be a part of me that would kind of like

a big-deal type thing.

It's a tiny part, it's a very small part.

Does that bother you?

Well, no.

Good, because we have another appointment

this afternoon with mother and Beverly.

Uh, of course, I could cancel.

I was on my way out.

I hope you don't mind doing this on the run.

Oh, no, thanks for seeing us.

You've come a long way since that green

reporter I met in Jamaica.

I heard there's some gun smuggling going on down there

and I thought I'd give my career in gear with an exclusive.

That's where I entered.

I was on a routine assignment when I suddenly find myself

in the middle of this gun-smuggling raid.

The bullets were flying everywhere.

He cut me a break, and gave me the story.

Well, that's where we bring this full circle

'cause we're here for another exclusive.

Didn't Rod Clemens work for the NIA for a while?

Oh, "Rocket" Rod Clemens. Yeah.

He was in my area, been only for a few months.

He had heavy personal problems.

Seems he couldn't get Nam out of his head.

- Post-war trauma? - In the extreme.

Just before he shipped stateside

he took a bullet in the chest by a sniper.

Almost killed him. Why?

Oh, it's just an angle we're pursuing.

What kind of angle?

Matt?

Are you alright?

Oh, my God, not again.

The dogs!

There aren't any dogs here.

Stay back!

Move back.

He's got a pulse.

First Clemens and now Young.

What's going on?

So we'll definitely be going with rose petals

strewn by a small child as you come down the aisle

and if you don't know any small children, we'll provide one.

Oh, invitations.

'My printer can do something very stylish on Japanese linen.'

Hello?

'Invitations?'

Oh, you get a price break when you order in lots of 500.

Sorry, uh

we'll take one-fifth of a lot.

He's kidding. Am I right?

Are we having a serious discussion?

Clark, it-it does seem you get a price break

if you go a little bigger.

Even as a child, you always made economic sense.

I budgeted 1500 for I, F and G

but I think I may be light.

Um, "L, F and G"?

Loose flowers and greens.

Do we absolutely need L, F and G?

- Mother? - Beverly?

Well, you don't absolutely need shoes

but sooner or later your feet are bloody stumps.

Now does anyone here have a serious objection

to white polonaise sauce with shitake mushrooms?

'I need to know.'

I guess we've pretty much given up on the idea of those

mini little hot dogs.

Lois.

No!

This Clark Kent's magic is too strong, man.

You have tried to kill him.

He's been able to resist for reasons I don't understand.

But he can be broken.

We will be the ones to pay.

Let his fears flow.

'I just wanted it to be perfect for you, of course.'

But it-it's not really my dreams that matter here.

Are they?

No!

No.

Clark!

Clark, what's wrong?

It's too tight. I can't breathe.

Oh, no! Clark, come on!

Snap out of it now!

'Is he alright?'

I think so.

I've seen pre-wedding stress before

but this is taking it to a new level.

Honey, we'll just, we'll just do this later.

'Lois.'

Oh, Clark.

I thought I lost you.

You're not getting rid of me that easy.

I saw that snake on your chest, and I thought...

The snake? Like the others?

It was there. I saw it.

Well, it's gone now. Everything's fine.

Everything is not fine.

You gotta tell me what's going on.

I've been having these..

...weird experiences.

Experiences?

Well, maybe not experiences.

More like visions.

Like the other men

before their hearts stops?

Clark, why didn't you tell me?

Well, because I didn't connect it to the others until now.

I thought it would just... go away.

Lois, I've never really been... scared.

Not like this.

What did you see?

It's like I was being buried alive.

In some kind of coffin.

Look, I'm not giving in to this.

Oh, see, this is what you do.

Your whole life is about not showing fear.

You push it right out of your head

but this fear is a part of you.

Something so terrible happened that you pushed it way down

and now you've got to let it out, or it could...

Scare me to death.

Like the others.

Now, what links you to them?

You only know one of them.

Yeah. Matt Young.

Tell me what happened in Jamaica.

'Going somewhere, Ziggy?'

No, man.

'Were you going to abandon me?'

No!

'Are you that afraid of Clark Kent?'

'He will die. I'm getting closer.'

'Oh, he's here.'

'Maybe you'd like to warn him.'

'Here's your chance.'

Hi. Is, uh, is Baron Sunday here?

Yes, he is.

Mr. Kent. Miss Lane. You've met my assistant Ziggy?

Welcome to my humble abode.

Well, I've heard a lot about it

but, uh, this is really incredible.

I love flying.

It gives me a sense of freedom.

Soaring over the towns below

like a... giant bird.

Possibly, you know what I mean, Mr. Kent.

You must be very popular at parties.

We needed to speak to someone with your expertise.

Oh?

We're looking for information on hallucinations.

'A kind of hallucination that might be conjured up'

'in a person's head by someone else.'

Uh, yeah, we were wondering if you could tell us

how you created Jimmy's visions.

Oh, I looked into the depths of his mind

and triggered a memory that was unique to him.

Is it possible to trigger a hallucination from far away?

Mr. Kent, I am a firm believer that anything is possible.

Two people in Metropolis have experienced

'frightening hallucinations.'

One of them is dead. The other one is in a coma.

I find most of life to be a frightening hallucination.

If I believe I am frightened

or hungry or sad..

...voila

I am all these things.

Are you saying that these people's bodies shut down

because they believed something was killing them?

It's a fascinating theory.

When our belief in death overpowers our belief in life..

...it is the end.

'What do you have there?'

I'm not quite sure. I found it on Sunday's plane.

I read that story you wrote on gunrunners in Jamaica.

Be kind. It was my first big story I ever covered.

You really nailed that guy John Hendricks.

He was the main man, hired by an anti-Castro group

to run guns to a drop-off point into Jamaica.

From there they'd go to Cuba, but the Nacionales...

Found out and busted in on the party.

You don't mention Matt Young or the NIA.

They were just brought in to put a happy face

in the whole situation.

In fact, Young only gave me the story with the understanding

his name wouldn't be mentioned.

Hendricks was killed in the raid.

It's not like he'd be around to argue what Young said.

Are you saying there's more to this story?

Some kind of conspiracy?

Well, I'm not really sure.

I don't believe you.

'Here's that stuff you wanted, Lois!'

Jimmy, I, uh..

You did a whole computer workup on John Hendricks?

Let's just say I don't trust newsflashes from the NIA.

I got to wondering what that big bad gunrunner had in his past.

Clean as a whistle.

'Commercial pilot. Taxpayer.'

Completely clean? Not even a traffic ticket?

Well, there was one thing.

John Hendricks' old driver's license.

Yeah, I had the guys in processing

do some work on the photo.

Lightened it, blew it up, and..

Ring any bells?

Wow.

I mean, he's a little heavier and a little younger

but there's a definite resemblance.

To Baron Sunday.

Well..

Congratulations. You're certainly not possessed.

Thank you.

Handy having me live downstairs, huh?

Clark, these visions you're having

there is a possibility that you're just nuts.

Oh, he's not nuts.

We've been through every logical explanation.

And we think that maybe the visions

have something to do with the, uh

metaphysical or the, uh..

- Supernatural... - Magic.

It's okay. You could say it.

'I knew she get around to see things my way.'

The visions are getting clearer.

'I'm enclosed in something'

and there are voices and colors

'blue and red.'

And a really loud noise like thunder.

And... it's terrifying.

Make it come into focus.

'Sometimes you shine a light on things'

and they don't seem so scary at all.

Whoa!

What? What is it?

Lois, it's your purse.

'Is there something evil in your purse?'

Just my credit cards.

'Dump it out.'

What are you doing with this?

Well, I just picked it up

off of Baron Sunday's plane.

A bokor would stick this needle in a doll

and cast a spell on his enemy.

A bokor?

Voodoo, Lois.

Something like this could cause hallucinations?

Kill someone?

I don't practice it myself

but that's what I've been told.

If someone cast a spell on you

how would you stop it?

The black arts is not easy to ward off.

The magic has to come from within.

'The evil has to be displaced.'

You have to get in touch with something dear to you

more powerful than the spell.

Sometimes I hang onto a charm

a keepsake, family heirloom.

Mr. Kent, I come here to warn you.

I'm Detective Lundren. You Miss Lane?

Yes. Come in.

The dispatcher said you knew him.

Yeah. His name's Ziggy.

He works, or he worked for Baron Sunday, the magician.

Oh, yeah. Took my boys to see the show last week.

How long ago you say he died?

Ugh, maybe 30 minutes, I think.

Looks like he's been dead longer that that.

I might be off by a few minutes.

You might be off a few years.

Okay, Jimmy. Thanks.

Alright, Jimmy says that John Hendricks

definitely does not have a brother.

Well, okay.

If we're in the world of the walking dead

my vote is John Hendricks and Baron Sunday

are the same person.

That's pretty much where I went.

Matt Young and Rod Clemens were both in the NIA.

Hendricks and I are connected to Young

through the incident in Jamaica.

But Hendricks' background check was clean.

Which means that I helped frame an innocent man.

It makes sense, doesn't it?

Young and Clemens were probably

running those guns in Jamaica

and Hendricks was just some pilot that they hired.

When the whole thing went sour.

Young fed information...

To a very green reporter

and I wrote a story that ruined Hendricks' life.

Now he's taking his revenge out on everyone.

You know, I just, I feel terrible knowing

that something I did

played such a big part in all this.

Come on.

Miss Lane.

Mr. Kent.

And looking quite healthy.

You said you didn't know Matt Young or Rod Clemens.

How about John Hendricks?

John Hendricks was a fool who trusted the wrong people.

Your assistant, Ziggy..

...he came by to warn us about something

but before he could, he dropped dead.

And you think he wanted to warn you about me?

We'll never know.

Unless your friendly bokor

could bring him back to life again.

Your secret's out, Hendricks.

Were you raised from the dead, too, like Ziggy?

I never quite passed over.

'I was found by practitioners of the ancient arts'

given certain powers.

But it didn't make up

for what had happened to me.

I know what you've been through.

'And I know the part that I played in it.'

You and I were both set up by pros.

You have no idea what I've been through.

My life was ruined and my family's.

The only thought that kept me going

was the thought of revenge.

And now it's time to finish the job.

No!

'Air Sunday's about to leave the gate.'

This is a non-smoking flight.

Unless I decide to have you burst into flames.

What's happening to Clark?

Oh.

His own fear is destroying him.

He's resisted up until now

but has been weakened by each attack

and is ready to surrender.

Young may have set you up

but Clark is a good man

'the best I've ever known.'

He may have made a mistake

but it's not fair that he should die.

Life isn't fair.

This fear is a part of you.

And now you've gotta let it out.

'The evil has to be displaced.'

You have to get in touch with something dear to you

more powerful than the spell.

This fear is a part of you.

And now you've gotta let it out.

It's at an end, Miss Lane.

I've waited to be at peace for so long.

Only one bit of business remains.

Mighty Damballah.

Meet my enemy!

'Fasten your seatbelts, Sunday'

as we are beginning our descent.

'He's inside?'

Tied up and ready for delivery to the city jail.

- 'Let's go.' - 'Yes, sir.'

'Thank you, Superman.'

So all along, your hallucination

was based on a traumatic experience

you had as a baby.

Once I faced it, I realized that..

...what I saw wasn't a coffin.

It was the capsule that my parents sent me to Earth in.

Sunday couldn't kill you.

Your vision wasn't based on death.

It was based on life.

As I was remembering

I could feel the love and the sadness of my parents

sending their baby off into the cold universe.

And into my life.

Thank you.

Superman! There's no one there.

But that's impossible!

I spoke to Ivan about the catering.

As a special favor to me, only $150 per person.

I've decided to go with tangerine.

I've ordered 20 bolts.

But I can't decide, tent, no tent? I was up all night.

- Tent. Okay. - Tent. Tent.

Now, doves or Swiss bell ringers?

With the bell ringers, it's four months' notice or forget it.

'How many doves you have to have?'

- 'At least a 1000.' - 'A thousand?'

I have never seen her have so much fun.

It's scary.

Mmm.

To life.

To life.

'For heaven's sakes, Lois, this is not my wedding.'

'Are you gonna participate or not?'

You're doing fine, mom.

You just keep doing what you do best

and so will we.