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You won't believe what I got in the mail today.

A flyer from the Winky-Tink Preschool.

See, this store where I registered for wedding gifts

sold my name

and now I'm getting bombarded with junk mail.

Don't wear yourself out.

Preschool?

We don't even get married for three more weeks.

No, Winky-Tink says now's the time.

They've got a five-year waiting list

and they require $200 deposit.

Do they also require a child?

Nope, just money.

You know..

You know..

...that's something that we haven't talked very much about.

- Money? - No.

Children.

You think we'll make good parents?

Yeah, I guess so..

...when the time comes.

I mean, you will be for sure

and... I'll probably catch on.

Mm.

Oh, my God! Wha..

Was anybody hurt?

It's Bud Collins.

Oh, Bud, no!

I think it was a car bomb. I smelled C-4.

Lois..

It-it's all there..

...encrypted on the hard drive.

No, Bud, don't try and talk now.

You were right about Trevanian.

'He and the NIA..'

Saturday..

Noon.

Saturday?

Superman!

Did anybody tell you you look

just like Clark Kent

only... without the glasses?

Okay, let's hold it right there!

New in town?

Did he tell you anything or give you

anything before he died?

No.

He blew up, he flew down

and he was dead.

Now, who are you?

My name's Tart.

Sweet Tart? National Intelligence Agency.

Mr. Collins was a colleague.

'He had a laptop computer with him when he left'

'the NIA office.'

What can I tell you? It must've burned in the car.

Liar.

I'll be in touch.

Oh, boy.

What have we got?

You're gonna make me miss my..

...train.

Ooh, well..

Now, that's using your head.

Sweet? You're a bit far from home, aren't you?

Change in plans. I almost had you.

'Trevanian needs you.'

'Something... delicate.'

- Swill! - Swill.

No, that's alright. I'm sure it's swill.

You're convinced they have the computer?

Well, Collins was in possession

before he died on Lane's doorstep.

'I can only assume that she's got it.'

Of course, if Superman hadn't been there

we wouldn't be having this conversation.

What's Lois Lane's connection to Collins?

Well, she and Clark Kent

are writing a series of articles

claiming corruption in the NIA.

All lies, of course.

Of course.

We believe Collins was their inside source.

But the damage goes deeper than that.

'Once they realized the kind of information'

'Collins had access to'

temptation got the better of them.

They've been peddling NIA secrets

to the highest bidder.

These... respected journalists?

Yes, these respected journalists.

So, who killed Collins?

That's on a need-to-know. You don't.

You want me to get the computer back.

Yes, this Saturday, noon, Metropolis time

or our national security will be hit

with an unparalleled disaster.

You'll get it.

My ride.

Right on time.

Buckle up, darling.

Trevanian's head of Covert Operations for the NIA.

We think he could be dangerous

willing to use the agency for his own purposes.

The NIA's gotten so powerful

they have a blank check to pull off

any kind of espionage they want.

It's not a good time to have a loose cannon on board.

But, uh, you-you have no hard proof, um..

Not unless this... is it.

Collins mentioned, "Saturday, noon."

Something big might be happening.

But that only gives you a couple of days.

Whatever's in here is locked in the computer's memory

and it's in code to boot.

Well, you know, they have a couple of those

data recovery outfits here in town.

Uh, chief, this material's way too sensitive.

We need somebody we can trust.

Somebody who knows ram chips from..

Strudel.

Ask and you shall receive.

Oh, um, Lois, I lost that little response card

but I'll definitely be at the wedding.

I can't believe in three weeks you guys are..

- What? - Jimmy..

Shut the door.

'Good morning.'

Okay, well, I'll let you guys know what I dig up

as soon as I can.

What are you doing here?

Hello, son.

How you doing?

I-I'm fine.

Thanks.

It-it's been..

A couple of years, I know.

- Four. - Four?

Before that, five.

Yeah. Um..

'But who's counting?'

Yeah.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Uh, everybody, this is

this is my dad... um, Jack Olsen.

Perry White.

- Pleasure to meet you. - Lois Lane.

Clark Kent..

'My friends, my bosses.'

Very nice to meet you, Miss Lane

Mr. Kent, I've read your work.

Well, this is where I work.

Uh, let me show you around.

Great.

So, that's the prodigal father.

Jimmy said his parents split up 15 years ago.

I guess it was his father's career that did it.

Hmm.

What kind of man puts his job before his family?

Did you get all the postcards I sent you?

- Yeah. - Christmas gifts?

Yeah. Uh, listen..

Dad, um..

Do you think it'd be possible for you

to stay in town for a little while?

Oh, Jimmy, uh.. You know how it is.

Yeah, I know.

I sold my soul, I got to do the time.

But we can have a great couple of days together.

Okay?

- Okay. - You free for dinner?

Yeah, yeah.

Oh... I, I just got this assignment.

'Well, the assignment can take a dinner break.'

Uh, I'm sorry, I just.

I-I couldn't help but..

Oh, no, no, that's alright.

Say, why don't you two join us for dinner?

Uh, well, we're, we're working

and I'm sure you guys have a lot of catching up.

You got to eat.

Listen, I don't get much of a chance to meet Jimmy's friends.

What do you say, Jimmy?

Uh... sure.

Guess it would be bad form to skip dinner

and just do this for a couple of hours.

Probably.

I thought Perry was gonna rip Jack Olsen's head off today.

Well, he's probably just a little sensitive

because of his own situation.

Mm-hmm.

Perry's job busted up his family too.

Are you obsessing?

Because usually when I kiss you

you're a little more focused.

Sorry.

It's just all this talk about having kids.

Oh, what talk?

I got one stupid brochure from the Winky-Tink School.

Okay, I'll tell you what.

If I make it through the next two days alive

we'll have a nice, long talk.

It's just, it's a big decision, that's all.

I know.

It's not like getting a dog.

Oh!

'I haven't got much time.'

Saturday, noon.

Tonight, in ten minutes.

I'm meeting them for dinner.

Then you'll want this.

Wear it on the inside of the wrist.

And aim this button at whoever's answering your questions.

'If the crystal glows blue, they're telling the truth.'

If it's red, they're lying.

Why, thank you.

Trevanian thinks you've gotten soft.

For God's sake, I'm using my own son

to get to Lane and Kent. How soft is that?

And if he's involved?

He's not. He's an office boy.

What if he's more?

What if it gets sticky?

Just asking.

Let's finish the job and get out of here.

'I'm here to help, Jack.'

You certainly are, Miss Tart.

If Jack should hesitate to do his duty..

...you'll do it for him.

Jimmy tells us that you're a structural engineer.

Demolition's my specialty.

My dad's blown up some of the biggest stuff in the world.

Well..

I've been following your series of articles

on corruption in the NIA.

Dynamite stuff.

Well, we just write about exciting lives.

You actually get to live one.

Jimmy tells us your business takes you all over the world?

Oh, I'd say.

Last time I saw my dad was at Metropolis airport

'when he was changing planes between Shanghai and Dallas.'

I come to town, bridges collapse.

You guys show up, government agencies crumble.

'Not legitimate ones, anyway.'

'You're giving us far too much credit.'

When we were working on the NIA stuff

Jimmy did all the computer work for all the statistics.

- Way to go, Jimbo. - Thanks.

Your work seems so incredibly in-depth

'but I guess you must have your snitches'

inside contacts?

Not really, just good, old-fashioned legwork mostly.

Um, did Jimmy tell you that he's been studying photography?

Well, he always had an eye.

Are you telling me that you could get all that information

'without looking at the NIA files?'

Uh, that's right. Heh.

They'd be impossible to get.

'Jimmy, tell your dad about that story'

'that you wrote last month.'

Jimmy, be sure to clip that out and send it to me, okay?

'I guess, the files wouldn't do you any good anyway, right?'

Don't they write them in some kind of a code or something?

We really wouldn't know.

'Demolition, huh?'

That must be a real tough job.

No tougher than having a family, right, dad?

Well, Jim..

Touché.

Jimmy, how well do you know Lois and Clark?

How well do I know Lois and Clark?

I know them better than anybody.

I suppose that means you trust them.

More than anybody.

And if I were to suggest you avoid them?

I'd suggest you don't.

My work depends on a lot of government contracts.

Over the years, I've developed

a lot of friendships in government circles.

Lois and Clark are very unpopular with these people.

Of course they're unpopular.

They're whistle-blowers. They're honest.

Yeah, but what if they're more than eager reporters?

Like what? Spies?

- You're kidding, right? - Yeah.

I just worry about you a lot.

I can't always be here to protect you.

Always? How about ever?

Listen, these NIA guys your friends are after

are very serious characters.

When they decide someone's trouble

then that person and his family, friends, household pets

they all get burned, you understand?

In case you need me.

Your business card?

It's got a number where I can always be reached.

You know, in a funny way, I kind of like the fact

that you worry about me.

It almost feels like you love me..

...the way I love you.

Goodnight, dad.

Goodnight.

Hmm. You picked the lock.

Well, I knocked first.

Daiquiri, Miss Tart, or your usual julep?

Martini, thank you.

'This setup's very thorough.'

Well, Jack was always a good soldier.

Completely unprincipled, not unlike yourself.

'However, lately I've noticed'

a certain dissatisfaction on his part.

It's a pity.

Olsen Civil Engineering.

Okay, Jimmy's dad..

...let's find out who you really are.

Kent's at his computer.

'Huh! They suspect Jack.'

What a clever.

Oh, you don't want Jack to know?

Not just yet.

Picture this headline.

"Tenacious reporters uncloak rogue spy too late."

Too late?

To stop him from bringing this country's entire

security apparatus crashing down

Saturday noon.

If we get that damn computer.

Olive or onion?

And Jack will be blamed for this?

Certainly, along with the murders of Lane and Kent.

I'll explain it all as the new head of the NIA.

Sadly, you will have shot poor Jack.

- One question. - Yes?

Do I get a raise?

Jimmy, I hate to bug you. We're short on time.

I'm going as fast as I can. My algorithm sucks.

Yeah, I hate a bad algorithm.

My software's not exactly designed for this.

- How can I help? - Go away?

Sorry.

What you doing?

Annoying Jimmy. You?

Checking up on Jimmy's father.

Lois, I X-rayed that guy at dinner.

He had more hardware on him

than the household section at Kmart.

What?

Guns, knives, he's a one-man army.

I scanned his wallet and I ran his IDs

through the computer at super speed.

They basically lead to a guy who does not exist.

Well, that doesn't necessarily mean anything.

Other than the fact he's a complete fake.

Well, there could be a lot of explanations.

He's the heir to a small European monarchy

and he wants to live out a simple life

out of the spotlight.

Okay, I'm reaching

but it doesn't necessarily mean he's a criminal.

And talk about cynical.

Wait a minute.

You are Lois Lane

incisive, tenacious newswoman.

I'm the person who's always looking for the sunny side.

I've turned an emotional corner. Sue me.

Uh-huh.

Look, when a long-gone father

comes back into a child's life

it's a chance for them both

to forgive the past and move on.

And maybe neither one of them are good at it

you know, but other people should just step aside

and let them work it out because it's what

they've both dreamed of for years.

It sounds like..

...you're talking about you and your dad.

I just want this to work out for Jimmy.

So, we shouldn't tell him about my suspicions

until we know more?

That would be my suggestion.

So what do you guys think of my dad?

He's kind of colorful, right?

- Colorful, absolutely. - Yes, you can say that.

Well, this is gonna be an all-nighter.

I mean, whatsoever on that hard drive is so deeply coded

it's a level-five security.

And that means?

It's the code allocated

for the inner workings of the NIA.

About five people on the planet can access it.

Trevanian being one.

Why don't you guys take off?

I'm gonna fool around with this some more.

Guys, there's guards down in the lobby, alright?

Go home. Get some sleep.

'Welcome home, Mr. Kent.'

'Miss Lane.'

'Nothing there.'

'Nothing there.'

- 'Yes.' - It's me.

'There's no sign of the hard drive at Lane's or Kent's.'

'I'm gonna take a look around the "Daily Planet."'

Jack, the deadline's noon tomorrow.

'Sweet Tart, sweetheart, spying takes time.'

Good soldier.

Man, like a needle in a haystack.

Okay... alright. I need ten minutes.

Perry's big old couch.

Alright, guy, I see you!

Terrific.

Hey!

Why must violence always be the answer?

'Bye-bye.'

And thanks for playing.

What was that?

Thought you could use some help.

Any luck finding the computer?

You almost killed my son.

I'm just doing my job.

Jimmy's not involved in this.

C.K., it's me, Jimmy!

C.K., let me in!

Jimmy, what's going on?

They shot up the "Planet."

- What? - I was there, they broke in.

- Who? - I don't know, bad people.

- I punched him. - Did they say anything?

No, they were too busy shooting and fighting.

- I punched him. - You already said that.

They-they didn't say anything, so it could've just been

a regular robbery, right?

I don't know, the cops are there now

I don't know, I don't know if anything got taken.

- 'Did they get anything?' - 'No.'

Still think junior's not involved?

'No, it was too dark'

and everything was happening so fast.

I better let Lois know about this.

- Hello, Lois. - 'Clark?'

'Clark it's two in the morning.'

I know, Jimmy's here, the "Planet" got busted into..

- What was that? - 'What was what?'

I'll call you back.

Look, there's not much more we can do here tonight.

- But... - Shh. Shh. Shh.

Jimmy, go to Perry's and stay there.

- I'll call you. - Okay.

'Uh-oh.'

Uh-oh is right.

Who is it?

Lois. Not a word.

Step away from the door.

I never saw a place swept so fast.

We've been bugged.

I'll give you one guess.

The NIA.

'Land of the free'

home of the under-surveillance.

This stuff makes me sick.

Trevanian's desperate.

Whatever's in that computer must be incredible.

But, look, whatever's happening

happens in less than three hours.

'Now, Jimmy's got as far as he can go'

'decoding that disk.'

Find someone to finish the job.

I'll tell Jimmy.

Oh..

What?

I wonder what else they bugged.

Uh-huh.

They bugged our computers.

Or he did.

Trevanian?

No, someone who works for him.

Where's that gift he brought Jimmy?

Who?

Jack?

- 'Oh, you don't think... ' - Add it up, Lois.

When did he get here?

And what was the topic of conversation at dinner?

And all those holes in his back story.

Not to mention all the concealed weapons.

How could we be so stupid?

Well, whoever thinks one of your best friends

is gonna have a spy for a father?

It's him.

I got the basic codes.

It's great, Jimmy, you are the best.

But I'm gonna need more power to read the disk

so I'm gonna head down to S.T.A.R. Labs

and hook into their mainframe.

Hold on a second, Jimmy.

Listen, I need to talk to you about your dad.

What about my dad?

We've been checking him out.

We? Who's we?

Me, mostly. Anyway...

You know what, uh, no offense C.K.

but I don't want to talk about it.

Jimmy, we've got to talk about this sometime.

No, we don't.

Jimmy, he's not who he says he is.

Sure is, he's my father.

What if there's more to it than that?

I don't believe this.

You've been digging up dirt on my father?

When do you quit? Is everything a story to you?

- Jimmy, would you just listen? - No!

Maybe he's not the best guy in the world

but he's my father, alright?

We think he's with the NIA.

What? All these years? No way! He would have told me.

He lied to you, Jimmy, he lied to you and he lied to us.

I don't believe that.

He bugged my apartment, Jimmy, and Lois'.

We think he's the guy who broke in here last night.

Oh, and what, fought his own son?

Let them shoot at me?

Would you cut it out?

Maybe he's not a boy scout like you

but he's no killer, alright!

- Jimmy, Jimmy. - I defended you to him!

Now, that's how we opened doors in my day.

Gee, men really were men back then.

Where's the computer?

'I want the computer.'

Has it occurred to you the damn thing was destroyed?

Sometimes the obvious answer is the right one.

'Jack, they, they found the remaining bugs?'

Hmm.

'Enough of this.'

Since Mr. Olsen has been so spectacularly unsuccessful

in finding out what they know

bring 'em in.

What's the real story, Trevanian?

Lane and Kent aren't what you say?

I've been around long enough to know that.

Yes, well, have you been around long enough to know

that the real story is what I tell you?

That's what defines a good soldier, Jack

and you have always been a good soldier.

Yes?

Very well.

'Your son was followed'

'to the S.T.A.R. Labs computer center.'

You're his daddy!

If you had paid a little more attention

you would have known he's a computer wiz.

- Oh, my God. - 'He was carrying a small bag.'

The size of a laptop computer.

Ah! See, Jack?

Sometimes the obvious answer is the right answer.

Judas Priest! It's after 11:00. Do we have anything?

I've been pulling up everything I can on Trevanian.

The NIA was reorganized.

So he's got his hands on nearly everything

amazingly powerful.

Where's Clark?

He went to find Jack Olsen.

If Clark calls, tell him I went to S.T.A.R. Labs

to see what Jimmy's got.

No stops till the basement.

I'm in a hurry.

Jimmy, hold on!

'I've got to talk to you.'

I don't think so, dad.

I hope you never look into your son's eyes

and see this fear like this.

Your face is pretty banged up. You get in a fight?

Yeah.

The guy had better moves than I thought.

- Did mom know about you? - No, she didn't.

What's on the computer, Jimmy?

Are you a good guy or a bad guy?

- That depends on who's asking? - Your son.

Right now, I'm the best guy

you can ask for in this situation.

What did you find out?

Jimmy?

At noon today, somebody's gonna crash a plane

using an electromagnetic pulse fired from a satellite

then using the same satellite to transmit a data-eating virus

to a bunch of computers around the world.

Who's on the plane?

Ah, code names.

Badger, Stingray, and Gypsum.

Oh, my God.

Get this to Lois and Clark. Find Superman.

Don't let anything stop you.

Right now, let's get in the car. We're being watched.

Are you ready for a little spy 101?

Not without your helmet, darling.

What's the matter? Won't hit a girl?

Well, I'll say this

you got better manners than your old man.

- 'Have you heard from Lois?' - Lois?

Yeah, she left here, and went to S.T.A.R. Labs to see Jimmy.

But I just called there, Olsen left.

- She never made it. - Where's Jimmy?

He never made it back here. Where's Jack Olsen?

Gone. Where's the computer?

With Jimmy!

Oh, that's great. We just lost everyone.

Yeah, we're totally incompetent.

Hell's bells. It's almost noon.

High noon, Miss Tart. You've got it.

Never doubt me.

Ho ho ho ho ho.

'You were always my favorite.'

'What's on the disk?'

A program that creates

an information-eating computer virus.

And another to jam a plane's controls and bring it down.

Very good.

I told your father he had underestimated you.

Who's on the plane, Trevanian?

'Who's Badger, Gypsum and Stingray?'

Head of the FBI, the CIA, and the Secret Service

and my immediate superior

the director of the NIA.

So you're gonna kill all of them

and erase their computers except one, yours?

Oh, you're quite quick as well.

And what does that make me?

The only game in town.

The man with all the secrets.

And the fate of the nation rests in these hands.

Unfortunately, so does yours.

Miss Tart, I say you can do it in two bullets.

Oh, I say I can do it in one.

Name that tune.

Perry! I'm gonna go try Jimmy's.

- Clark Kent. - Clark, it's Jack Olsen.

- Have you seen Jimmy? - He's gone.

So is Lois. So is the computer.

- Where are you? - In Trevanian's office.

Clark, are you there?

Hello?

Hello!

Hello.

Superman.

What's going on, Mr. Olsen?

Trevanian's about to bring down

the heads of all our security agencies

and no doubt kill my son and Lois.

Trevanian's lied to me from the beginning.

But until you figured that out

you kept Jimmy right in the middle of this.

I had no choice. That's the kind of job I have.

Well then you've got the wrong job.

I believed in what I was doing

I believe in it so much I had to lead a double life.

But what would you know about that?

- He's radioactive. - What?

Jimmy. I gave him my card.

It's got a radioactive marker in it.

Spy stuff.

'Locate.'

'Metropolis Trade Tower.'

Five.

Four. Three.

- Hyah! - 'Two.'

Ow!

One.

No, Jimmy!

Your turn, Lois.

Trevanian sent the signal.

'The plane's going down.'

Jack..

Interesting.

Hold on. Hold on. Hold on.

Okay.

'Thank you, Superman.'

'Thank you.'

'Trevanian's downfall was the perfect topper'

to the "Planet's" NIA series.

Good work, you two.

Well, actually, I should say all four of you.

Jack, I had you pegged

as a pretty rotten egg.

Please accept my apologies.

Don't apologize, Perry.

I am a rotten egg.

It's helpful in my line of work.

Mine too.

I'm afraid I gotta run.

Uh, yeah.

You know, I feel like I'm finally getting to know you

after all these years.

Now I gotta dash off to..

Where?

You can't tell me.

Jimmy, they offered to bring me inside

give me a desk job and that something...

No, dad, that's not you.

It's somebody else's dad.

Not mine.

But I could try.

Listen... you just try to be my dad

and that'll probably be enough.

Okay.

- You take good care. - I will.

You're obsessing again.

Lois, Jimmy grew up without a father because..

...his dad's work took over his life.

I mean, the guy helped keep the free world together

but he couldn't do the same things for his family.

And you think the same is gonna be true

for you and me and our child?

Uh, our child will barely be able

to pick me out of a police lineup

because he hardly recognizes me.

Maybe I ought to learn something from Jack.

Well, I'll tell you what you could learn from Jack.

Not all men are cut out to be fathers.

It's not the job. It's the man.

And piano tuner or spy

Jack just wasn't ready for the responsibility of a family

and you are.

Are you trying to convince yourself?

No, lunkhead. I'm trying to convince you.

The very fact that we're having this conversation

that you care so much proves it.

You are good.

- Awesome. - Oh, true.

Hug.

Uh... lunkhead?

'In the best sense of the word.'