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They're going to kill me. You've got to do something.

Who is gonna kill you?

The people who made Vixen are going to kill me.

Who are they, doctor? And why are they gonna kill you?

Please!

You've got to protect me.

Where are you right now?

I'm in my office, I..

The-the door is locked.

There's no other way in.

'Dr. Martinelli?'

'Boy, oh..'

'Doctor?'

- 'I can't..' - 'Hello, doctor?'

Oh, my God!

Dr. Martinelli, what is it?

'Help! Somebody.'

'Something.'

'Oh, my God! No!'

'Dr. Martinelli?'

'Are you in there, Dr. Martinelli?'

Okay. Thanks.

The coroner said Martinelli was strangled.

So there had to be somebody else in the room with him.

But that's impossible. There were no windows.

And the door was locked and barricaded.

Uh, according to police reports.

'What have you got on Martinelli?'

"Dr. Angelo Martinelli, expert in bioelectronics

specializing in fiber optics."

He said whoever made Vixen was going to kill him.

So, maybe, Martinelli had something to do

with designing her, or it.

And now he's dead, along with the heads

of four of the top corporations in Metropolis.

I got something else on Martinelli.

He received over $200,000 in the last year from a..

...company called "Caribbean Imports"

in the Cayman Islands.

Cayman Islands?

Bet that money's been washed so often

you can't see the faces of the presidents.

Jimmy, dig up what you can on Caribbean Imports.

'And you know what, while you're at it'

see if there's been any other recent deaths like Martinelli's.

Murders with no visible sign of entry, you got it.

'Hey, you two.'

Leslie here's got some great news.

Yesterday, Perry told me about a convention in Atlantic City.

The International Association of News Writers.

- That's the one. - Very big deal.

I called the organizers and raised hell

that none of my people were invited.

Well, only a couple of US papers are invited every year.

It'll be three this year.

I'd like you two to represent us.

It's a fantastic opportunity. What do you say?

Oh, uh, well, we're..

We're pretty busy working on this story.

Lois, I've seen you juggle four or five assignments.

And it's not like you're going to be out of touch.

There are such things as telephones, fax machines.

He has a point.

- Okay, we're in. - Wonderful.

I'll let them know immediately.

Oh, and if anyone needs me, I'm holed up in here

until they have my office ready upstairs.

Uh, Leslie, thanks for using your clout to muscle us in.

Well, I'm just the new kid from Down Under, but I try.

"I'm just the new kid from Down Under, but I try."

What are you doing up here?

Clearly, you have their trust, master.

Well, I suppose it's all a matter of charisma.

It's a matter of cunning and manipulation, sir. Mine.

And don't think for one moment I'm not grateful.

What, after all, is the star without the supporting player?

Leslie, I was wondering..

Oh, I'm sorry I'm interrupting.

No, not at all.

Lois, I'd like you to meet Mr. Smith

my one-time tutor, my valet, my aide-de-camp.

Pleased to..

...meet you.

Oh. Well, I, uh, I can come back later.

I just wanted to ask you about that flight information.

Of course, my man here will have it

'ready for you within the hour.'

'The police have no clues in Dr. Martinelli's death.'

- 'You do very good work.' - I know.

Dr. Rankin must be handled with the same severity.

No one involved in the creation of Vixen can be left alive.

Then I get the antidote?

Of course.

It's the 10:15 to Park Ridge.

Oh, it's-it's getting worse.

Apparently.

The sooner you take care of business

the sooner we can help you.

Dr. Rankin's already dead.

He just doesn't know it yet.

So, what exactly were you doing

at the Planet this morning, huh?

'Checking up on me, were you?'

Did you think I wouldn't hold up my end?

We are at a crucial point in the plan.

'By the end of the week'

we should have the final pieces of LexCorp in our control.

'And everything and everyone'

that can tie us to Vixen will be gone.

Ah, so it was the plan that brought you topside, hmm?

Or did you just want to gaze at Lois Lane?

My God, you were practically drooling.

Is it my imagination

or are you more arrogant every day?

That doesn't sound very respectful.

Should it?

Well, we both have work to do.

Do you think it's still down here?

Lex Luthor said in his final communication

that he'd uncovered a secret, a secret so powerful..

...it could give us the world.

He died down here.

The secret must be here.

Buried under tons of rubble.

Well, best of luck. I have a luncheon.

What the devil's going on here?

'Honey, it's just one night.'

This from the man who brings a change of clothes

with him wherever he goes.

Well, I suppose I could leave this home.

You know what, if there's no room for that in your suitcase

I think.. Yeah, look at that.

Plenty of room for it in mine.

Hope you're not planning on getting much sleep.

Furthest thing from my mind.

You know, honey, with everything that's been going on

we haven't been talking much about the having-kids thing.

Yeah, well, as soon as we get back from Atlantic City.

I-I'll call Dr. Klein and make an appointment.

Okay, because I think before we decide about having kids

we should find out if we can.

You know what? I think that is a..

Hello.

Hey, Jimmy.

- Murdered? - Who was murdered?

Alright. Thanks a lot.

A college professor named Lawrence Rankin.

Let me guess, his door was locked

from the inside and he was strangled?

Mm-hm.

- So much for the convention. - No, no, no.

I'll check it out and meet you in Atlantic City.

And actually, I'll probably get there before you do.

A professor in the next office heard a commotion

and came over to see if everything was okay

but the door was locked.

'When we got here'

'we found Rankin lying on the floor strangled.'

- 'Sound familiar?' - Yeah.

Looks like he, he taught... physiology.

Yeah, supposed to be an expert in the field of something

called, uh, "Engineered Bionics."

"Engineered bionics?"

You mind if I take a look around?

This is an active crime scene, Mr. Kent.

I can't let you touch anything.

Matt, look, I promise I will not touch any of the evidence.

And this is the second case of a person in a locked room

dying of strangulation.

Well, self-induced strangulation is extremely rare.

What? It's true.

Well, a-apparently, also this Dr. Rankin

was involved in building Vixen.

Hmm.

So if you have any theories on what might have

killed these men, I would be very interested in hearing them.

You got it.

Well... bye.

Bye-bye.

Is there something else, Superman?

Uh, yeah, you and I have a..

...a doctor-patient confidentiality, right?

Absolutely.

- What's on your mind? - A woman.

- A woman? - I-I'm seeing one.

- Seeing? - Y-you know, dating.

Dating. You're dating?

Well, yeah, yeah.

And I have a few questions.

No one has ever sat you down

and explained these things before?

Alright.

What I'm about to say may shock you.

No. No, no, no, What I need to know is..

...if this woman and I got serious...

Is this anyone I know?

Do you think we'd have enough..

...biological compatibility to...have children?

What?

Uh..

Well, uh..

Well, the-the thing is..

...while in many ways, you resemble an earth human

your biology is clearly different.

Uh..

You-you couldn't donate blood, for instance.

Determining whether you could father a child here

would require careful testing.

Okay.

Well, meanwhile, uh..

...any...relations with your honey

must be conducted with extreme caution.

Of course.

Uh, you-you know what I mean by caution?

- Yeah. - Okay. Alright.

- Thanks. - Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

Wow. Who knew?

C.K., I've been looking everywhere for you.

- Where have you been? - I've been on a..

Just doing stuff.

Thought I'd check in before I took off for Atlantic City.

Alright. Here's what I got, alright?

In the last year, there have been

eight deaths behind locked doors.

Four self-inflicted gunshots, two hangings, one asphyxiation

and one fiddleback-spider bite.

So, in other words, nothing that pertains to this case.

Zip, but I did find out that Professor Rankin

was on the same payroll plan as Martinelli

200 thou from Caribbean Imports.

Well, if both men were involved with Vixen

this was probably their fee.

Alright, If you find out anything on Caribbean Imports

give me a call.

I'll be at the Atlantic Towers, okay?

Clark.

I'm glad I caught you before you left for the airport.

Uh, you might wanna consider

changing your final destination.

What do you mean?

Leslie here has pulled off a hell

of a journalistic coup.

And he's handing it to you on a silver platter.

Perry and I think you should be the one

to interview Peter Massey, before his execution.

Massey?

Every journalist in the world's been chasing

that story for six months.

How-how did you land it?

Gosh. Beginner's luck, I guess.

The only condition is, Massey insists

that you stay with him every minute

until he walks that final mile.

Can you handle it?

Absolutely.

But what about Atlantic City and the-the conference?

Well, it's your call.

Although Massey may back out if it's not you he's talking to.

It'd be quite a plus for the Planet, Clark.

Okay. Absolutely.

Let me just, uh, make a phone call. One second.

'Atlantic Towers Hotel.'

- Uh, front desk, please. - 'Desk.'

Yeah, I'd like to leave a message

for Lois Lane when she checks in.

- 'Yes, sir. Who's calling?' - This is her husband.

Please tell her that I have to go to San Francisco

'on a story, and I won't be able to make it.'

'Yes, sir.'

Right. Thank you.

And thank you very much for this interview.

Just mention me in passing when you're accepting

your next Kerth Award.

Deal.

Alright. On my way.

'Atlantic Towers Hotel.'

Front desk, please.

'One moment, please.'

Just a second.

Hello, sweetheart.

Hello, Lois.

I do hope I'm not disturbing anything.

Oh. No, no. Not-not at all.

Uh, would you, uh, like to come in?

I was just, uh, expecting Clark.

So I see.

Unfortunately, his plans changed.

Uh, his-his plans changed?

At the last second, I was able to buy Peter Massey's story

and Clark is probably sitting with him right now on death row.

Really? Massey? Oh, wow.

That's the interview of the year.

Oh. He didn't call and tell me.

Oh. Didn't he?

Well, it was all very last minute.

He was rushing to make his plane.

And you decided to take his place?

Now that I own a newspaper, I thought it'd be a good idea

if I learned how to run it.

Plus, I was hoping that I could take advantage of you.

Excuse me?

Your contacts and good name.

'Maybe you could introduce me'

to some of the key people around here?

Sure.

Why not?

'Smith!'

Rankin's dead.

Where's the antidote?

Your work's not quite finished.

You hold out on me..

...you'll regret it!

I realize you're not quite yourself, Hanson.

But you try that again

and the antidote goes down the drain.

Any chance you had at a normal life goes with it.

'And you remain as you are.'

- Understand? - Yes.

We're on the same team, Hanson.

Need I remind you..

...that your present condition is the result

of the accident you suffered while working

for one of LexCorp's most-hated competitors?

Walter O'Neill.

Is he the target?

We have other plans for O'Neill.

I'll contact you later with a name. Now, get out.

'Think of it, son.'

'The secret that would make us the most powerful men on earth.'

Oh, and, Jimmy, one more thing.

The second you get those crime scene photos

call me, okay?

Thanks.

- Yeah? - 'Lois, it's Leslie.'

'I need your help.'

Coming.

Do you have any idea how to tie one of these?

Lucky for you, my father was all thumbs. Come on in.

You'd think a man in my position would know how to dress himself.

Bow ties are much more complicated

than corporate takeovers.

Here. Have a seat.

You made quite an impression out there today.

What do you mean?

I've had at least a dozen editors tell me

how fortunate I was to have you, so to speak.

This end under, nope. This end over.

This end under.

You really are quite extraordinary.

Award-winning reporter, worldly, can tie a bow tie..

Windsurf, rollerblade, and play the piano.

It's all listed on my resume under "Special Skills."

Clark's a very lucky man.

Okay, turn around.

It's a wonderful feeling when you finally find

that special person.

Uh.

- You better go, Mr. Luckaby. - Please, let me apologize.

I-I don't know what got into me.

This is a terrible mistake.

You're damn right it's a mistake.

Because number one, I love my husband

and number two, Clark is not someone you want mad at you.

I-I don't want either of you to be mad at me.

I-I honestly don't know what came over me.

Maybe it's the liquor.

Then maybe you shouldn't drink.

You're absolutely right, and I am absolutely humiliated.

I guarantee you, Lois.

Nothing like this will ever happen again.

It better not.

Lois..

...is it possible to keep this just to ourselves?

Clark and I don't have secrets.

It's Clark I'm thinking of.

Putting aside my humiliation.

I-I wouldn't want him to leave "The Planet"

just because of a moment's stupidity on my part.

He has a brilliant career ahead of him there.

Hi.

- Hey, I just got in. - Me too.

Sorry I couldn't make it to the convention.

You were on death row with Peter Massey

while I was in some $400-a-night suite in Atlantic City.

I'm so jealous.

They just kept filing appeal after appeal

until morning, and then..

You know, you come out of something like that

with such an appreciation for..

...life. Hmm.

I'm a little surprised you didn't call me

and tell me you were going.

I did. I left you a message at your hotel.

- I didn't get it. - Really?

Well, I was gonna call you again from the prison

but I was locked inside that cell with Massey all night.

Hmm.

Oh, I promised I'd get these down to photo

but I wanna swap trip stories.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right here.

Clark.

- How was the interview? - It went very well.

It was intense, but I think I have enough

for a three or four-parter.

Fantastic. Oh, listen, um, can I talk to you for a moment?

Sure.

I just wanted to say that I'm extremely

extremely sorry

for what happened at the convention.

- At the convention? W... - Ah, please, let me finish.

I'm sure Lois has told you all about it.

A-and I don't wanna beat a dead horse

but you should know, Clark, that she definitely

put me in my place.

And nothing like this will ever happen again.

- Nothing like... - I have to go a board meeting.

We'll talk about this later.

Talk about what?

- So, where were we? - Uh..

I-I, uh, I left you a message at your hotel

and you didn't get it and..

I'm-I'm really sorry that I left you stranded.

That's okay. I wasn't exactly all alone.

You weren't?

No. There must have been 300 other reporters there.

And Leslie came.

Yeah?

And..

I introduced him to some movers and shakers

and he pretty much went on his way.

That's it?

I had dinner in my room with Peter Jennings.

I was on the bed. He was on the TV.

Seriously, there was one little thing

I wanted to talk to you about.

'Help! No!'

Someone's in trouble. I gotta go.

Let's talk about this later.

'And it just vanished?'

Okay. I'll talk to you later.

That was Clark.

Superman told him that he saw

some shadowy figure in the victim's office.

One second, it was there, and the next, it disappeared.

So whoever killed Flemming was some kind of ghost?

Hmm. Could be. Nothing surprises me anymore.

So what have you got on Flemming?

Big-time financial advisor

handled money for some of the biggest names in town.

Oh, and look at this.

One of Flemming's clients..

...Caribbean Imports.

Caribbean Imports keeps coming up.

Do we know anything about this mysterious company

other than the fact that everyone associated with it

seems to end up dead?

Well, uh, according to the chart

it's made up of a bunch of tiny businesses

so it's probably some kind of shell company.

Hmm.

Try cross-referencing Flemming's client list

with anyone even remotely attached

to any of those little businesses.

Alright.

Oh, uh..

Is C.K. alright?

Yeah. Why?

Well, I..

He and Leslie were talking, and he looked kind of upset.

'After all these years, I was shocked.'

Making progress?

Slow... but sure.

'Think of it, son.'

'The secret that could make us the most powerful men on earth.'

- You've found his secret. - Listen.

'The only thing that's ever rivaled our power is Superman.'

'But what better way to neutralize him'

'than to possess his deepest secret'

'that of his true identity.'

- He knew. - Evidently.

'After all these years, I was shocked'

'but somewhat amused to discover..'

Discover what? Who is it?

Hopefully, I can recover the sound so we can find out.

Oh, everything is falling into place.

Do you know how people look at me?

'With awe.'

I was born for this.

Born for it?

I put all this in your hands.

And as for Lois Lane..

Just remember our goal.

To drive a wedge between Lois and Clark.

Of course, but the added dividend is..

Well, she claimed to be angry with me last night

but, I don't know

there was something else in her eyes.

Stop it!

Stop it.

I don't know why you're so upset.

'We're both going to have'

exactly what we... want.

I need to get back to the "Daily Planet."

Pull the car around.

Well, Lex Luthor Jr. doesn't drive himself now, does he?

- Did Hanson do his job? - Paul Flemming is dead.

He arranged the payments to the men who built Vixen

who are also dead.

That chapter is closed.

So now will you give Hanson the antidote?

- There is no antidote. - Oh, marvelous.

Can we convince Hanson to stay on?

He's handy to have around.

Of course, what else would he do

get a sideshow job at a carnival?

I swore you'd regret holding out on me..

...and, Mr. Luthor.

None of us will get exactly what we want.

I heard there was another strangulation.

- Do the police have any leads? - Uh, no. But, Leslie...

I'll be glad to brainstorm with you and Clark if you'd like.

I'm planning on working here late tonight, anyway.

Let's brainstorm about something else, shall we?

Like..

...oh, what you and Clark talked about today.

Clark? Uh, well, let's see.

I, I asked him how things went with Massey.

Anything else?

Oh. You mean our little incident.

Did you mention that to him?

I felt it was the right thing to do.

Oh, so you begged me not to say anything to Clark

about that little incident.

And yet, at your first opportunity

you marched right up to him

and announced that you hit on me.

Lois, you have every reason to be angry, but hear me out.

Oh? Oh, well, this ought to be good.

I've only known you and Clark for a week or so

but I can tell you have an incredible bond.

I just assumed that you would've told Clark what happened.

I... felt I needed to speak to him.

Face to face, man to man.

I acted completely inappropriately.

Can you find it in your heart to give me one more chance?

I don't know.

I'm sure everything will be fine.

Clark is a very understanding person.

Uh-huh.

I don't understand.

Leslie said that-that you put him in his place.

Which means that he was out of place.

So exactly which place was he in?

Well, he kind of made a pass at me.

Kind of made a pass at you?

Clark, there's no reason to be mad.

Look, I don't know whether I need to be mad or not.

I still don't know what happened.

It was nothing.

It was obviously something.

Something that Leslie felt so guilty about

that he had to clear his conscience

the second he saw me.

Yeah, so I heard.

Which brings us right back to the question

of why you didn't tell me.

I tried to tell you earlier what happened

which was that nothing happened

but because Leslie inexplicably came running to you

with that nothing, it then became something.

So it is something.

Look, he was drinking, and he made a mistake.

For which he is totally humiliated and apologetic.

And he didn't want this infinitesimal incident

to affect your working relationship.

Well, newsflash. It has.

Which is why he didn't wanna tell you in the first place.

Well, then, so why did he?

Because he thought I already had.

What? I-I'm sorry, Jimmy. What?

Yeah. Okay. Thanks.

It seems that one name popped up out of the cross-reference

'you wanted on all those Caribbean Imports companies.'

Walter O'Neill.

Walter O'Neill, the industrialist?

Yeah. Jimmy has a whole stack of information at the Planet.

Maybe I should go take a look at it.

Okay.

I guess I'll just hang here and see

what I can get on the computer.

Yeah.

So Caribbean Imports was designed

as a shell company for Walter O'Neill.

And once I found that out, I dug into O'Neill's corporation

and I came across this.

Dr. Edward Hanson.

'He worked in the chemical division'

'for O'Neill Incorporated.'

A few months ago, he was involved in a lab accident.

What does this have to do with our investigation?

A lab assistant told the police that Hanson was exposed

to radical isotope bombardment

causing him to lose molecular density

turning him into some kind of ghost-like figure.

Ghost? Or a shadow.

Just like the one that Superman saw in Flemming's office.

So this shadow killer used to work for Walter O'Neill.

You think he still does?

Uh, I'm, I'm nearsighted.

' "Bayview Finance."'

"Metropolis Waste Disposal."

"Armstrong Capitol Group."

- Where? - Uh, I'm just...

I'm thinking out loud.

' "Luckaby Enterprises."'

Pull up everything you can on Luckaby Enterprises.

Okay.

- Hello. - Hi.

Listen, uh, we got hold of a photo

of this Walter O'Neill.

'Turns out he was the owner of Caribbean Enterprises.'

So he was the guy writing the checks for Vixen.

It shows a whole list of companies

that he was targeting for acquisition

'which brings us to Luckaby.'

Luckaby? As in Leslie Luckaby?

Oh, Clark, can't we just let this...

No, no, no, this has nothing to do

with Atlantic City.

Look, I-I'll explain it all when I get home later.

Here's a listing of Luckaby's corporate holdings.

Great.

Jimmy, why don't you call it a night?

Goodnight.

'We can go through all this as soon as I get home.'

Yeah.

I guess we do have a few things to talk about when you get home.

I know, the-the air needs clearing.

It's a little thick.

So when are you coming?

Clark?

Hello?

Huh. The line went dead.

Maybe you forgot to pay your phone bill.

Happens to me all the time.

What is going on around here?

No escape.

'You aren't going anywhere.'

You're the one that killed Dr. Martinelli and the others.

You're next. Then the son.

Son? Whose son?

The son of the man who knows Superman's identity.

'Hanson!'

You can't stop me.

Lois!

The light. He's afraid of the light.

He's gone.

His name was Hanson.

He worked for Walter O'Neill.

I found out the murdered CEOs were heads of companies

that O'Neill wanted to take over.

O'Neill used Vixen to kill them

and then Hanson to kill the people that built her.

We have to get to Leslie.

How is Leslie involved in all this?

As a potential victim.

His company was next on the takeover list.

I think he said he was working late at the Planet tonight.

Leslie.

It's W-Walter O'Neill. I think I killed him.

What happened?

He showed up and said he wanted to buy me out.

I told him he was crazy.

And he pulled out a gun and said either I sell

'or end up like the others.'

We struggled, and the next thing I knew..

...the gun went off.

I can't believe I actually killed a person.

A person who was trying to kill you.

But there were no witnesses.

You really believe that the police will believe me?

We have evidence that O'Neill was the one behind Vixen

and behind the deaths of the CEOs.

And the shadow killer and the other murders.

What would I do without the two of you?

Clark, I-I owe you an apology, I..

No. No. Look, we can talk about this later.

I must say it.

If I've been responsible for any misunderstandings

between you and Lois, I sincerely

sincerely regret it.

Like I said, we can talk about it later.

Thank you.

Thank you both.

What a day.

What a week.

Honey, I'm sorry I got a little... crazy

about the whole Leslie thing.

Well, I'm sorry that I drive men so wild it even became an issue.

Mmm.

Oh, I almost forgot to tell you.

- I, uh, saw Dr. Klein. - And?

And he's gonna run some tests and see if we're compatible.

- We're compatible. - Hmm. You know what I mean.

Wonder what's gonna happen to all of Walter O'Neill's

holdings now that he's dead.

Hmm, this list of companies he took over..

There's something so familiar about it.

Thank you.

Oh.

Lex owned some of those.

- Lex Luthor? - Well, yeah.

Once he showed me a whole diagram of his kingdom.

I'd say that's about half of it.

The other half was?

Transportation, utilities, phone company, broadcasting

at one point, even the Daily Planet.

Leslie Luckaby.

You still suspicious of him?

Let's just say he hasn't given me a reason not to be.

Honey, Jimmy ran a list of Leslie's other holdings.

Utilities, transportation, phone company, broadcasting..

The Daily Planet.

Put it all together and it's Lex's empire.

I mean, if Leslie should happen to scoop up

the other half from O'Neill..

...LexCorp could live again.

But Leslie wasn't trying to take over, O'Neill was.

Leslie was his next victim.

Maybe.

Wait a second.

In all the confusion, I almost forgot.

- What? - The shadow creature.

When it was attacking me, it said the next person

it was gonna kill was the son of the man

who knew Superman's identity.

Lex knew Superman's identity.

- Oh, Clark, this is silly. - Is it?

Well, Lex only had one son and he's gone.

Lois, we don't know how many sons Lex had.

All I know is some stranger shows up in Metropolis

poised to take over Lex Luthor's empire.

And from what you're telling me, he just might be.

Lex Luthor's son.

You're alive.

So I assume everything went according to plan.

It couldn't have gone better.

Lane and Kent found every piece of evidence we planted.

Even the damning reflection in the photo of O'Neill?

Clark was particularly proud of that piece of detection.

They're very good.

Good enough to lay everything at the feet of O'Neill.

When this hits the paper tomorrow

his entire empire will crumble.

And we'll be around to pick up the pieces.

If you listen closely, you can hear Lex

laughing from his grave.

If you listen closer..

...you can actually hear him speaking.

You restored the recording.

When have I ever failed you, master?

'After all these years'

'I was shocked but somewhat amused'

'to discover that Superman had been masquerading'

'as my other nemesis.'

'The beloved of my dear Lois'

'none other than Clark Kent.'