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Previously on "Superman & Lois"...

Let's just focus on what
we came here for: family.

You had an ocular release of energy.

You almost hurt a bunch of kids.

My dad said it was
just a methane pocket.

- Tag Harris broke his arm.
- Is that your brother?

I hear Jordan's quite the football star.

That's what I'm talking about!

I am not going to let Morgan Edge

destroy this town. This
is one of the reasons

I was supposed to come to Smallville.

- He's going to crush you.
- Let him try.

You know what he is capable of.

Help me save your planet, Sam.

_

Maintain your course.

Ready.

On my mark. Brake!

Now the resurrection begins.

Hut!

Yeah!

Yes, sir! Whoo! Go, Crows!

Hey, I've been telling everybody

that when this proposal goes through,

that we can revamp the field...

you know, put up a new scoreboard.

I mean, draw the big crowds
like when I used to play.

Yeah.

Oh, another fun fact
about these grandstands...

they've been around
since, what, '48, Mayor?

- Something like that?
- I think so, yeah.

Let's go, Crows. D!

That cheer coach is my wife, Lana.

Yeah, she also works at your bank.

A big fan of all the changes
you made, by the way.

- She's an employee of mine?
- Yes, sir.

Then I insist you join us for dinner.

That's, uh... that's not a bad idea.

Defense!

He's got a lot of nerve coming here.

After totally trying to murder you?

I can't prove it, though.

The town votes tomorrow

on whether to grant him mining rights,

so he's visiting all the spots,

letting everyone see him
as this man of the people,

pretending like he's actually gonna

pump money into this area.

Boy, they really pack them in here, huh?

Dad?

I know it's a surprise,
but it's Jon's home opener.

You never came to any of my games.

Is that Clark?

All right, let's go. Defense.
Let's go. Pick it up.

- Kent!
- Yes, Coach?

No, not you. The other one.

- Shortstack!
- Yes, Coach?

Look, I need you right now.

I need you to get me that ball.

- You hear me?
- Yes, Coach.

- Yeah!
- Yes, Coach.

Hey. Come on.

Come on. It's just like practice.

This is different than practice.

No. Hey, you got this, okay?

You can do it. Just go.

Now entering the game, number 24,

Jordan Kent.

Set...

Hut!

- He got the ball!
- Jordan, go!

Go! Go! Go!

Touchdown, Crows.

Let's go, Jordan!

Something you wanna tell me?

- Synced and corrected by Firefly -
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All right! All right! All right!

But let's not get too cocky.

We made a lot of mental mistakes,

but as for tonight,

tonight's game ball goes to

Shortstack, Jordan Kent!

Come on now!

How could you not tell me?

What? That he's good at football?

He's not.

The kid's a buck twenty soaking wet,

never played a down of tiddlywinks.

Now he's T-boning
players twice his size?

He has powers, and you didn't tell me.

All right, well, it'll probably

never even happen again.

Bottom line, he doesn't have powers.

We just wanna keep an eye on him.

That's why you moved to Smallville?

No... well, yeah, sort of.

And now he's playing football?

Mistake.

The Kent family needs
to fly under the radar.

My sons need to live their lives.

Dad, Clark and I can handle this.

Clark? How is he helping?
By coaching the team?

He's involved,

which is a hell of a lot
more than you ever were.

I don't like his priorities changing.

It's called being a father.

Oh, for God's sake, enough...

You're right.

It's enough.

Look, we appreciate your
concern; we really do.

- But we know what we're doing.
- Do you?

There's an armored nutjob on the loose

who wants you dead, and
your priority seems to be...

Coaching my sons, yes.

And there are nutjobs who
wanna kill me all the time.

You need to understand,

the military is terrified of you.

They note any change in routine.

I'm the one keeps them in check.

Yes, and we are grateful for that.

Moving out of Metropolis
raised a red flag.

Nobody's seen you in the skies.

Crime groups like Intergang

are already planning
an uptick of activity.

The higher-ups wanna transfer

high-risk inmates out of
Metropolis Penitentiary.

Why? Because if Superman's not around,

the site is more vulnerable to attack.

So what? Is he supposed
to babysit a prison?

Show of good faith.

Escort the transfer.

They're moving Thaddeus Killgrave,

the psycho genius who got
radicalized off hating you.

If anything goes wrong, I will be there,

but I'm not throwing away
time with my family

for a show of good faith.

So you're going against my advice?

I don't work for you, Sam.

Fine.

New day in the Kent house.

Let me get my bag from the car.

Stick around this weekend.

Maybe it'll be easier if I pitch in.

Hey, here comes the
cover of "Madden 21"!

♪ You got a lot to give ♪

He doesn't even like football.

So what? He evolved.

It happens.

I used to get game balls.

Before my stupid,

million-to-one exploding bonfire injury.

Did the doctor give
you, like, a timeline

for getting that off, or...

Maybe in time for playoffs.

But we won't make playoffs

if our wideout can't catch a ball.

What'd you say?

Oh, relax, Wellnitz.

Your broke ass is busting on me?

Waitress?

Might want to have this guy pay first,

unless he's putting those
buffalo wings on layaway.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Guys. Guys. Guys. Guys. Guys. Guys.

- Hey, hey, hey.
- Come on, man.

- What are you doing?
- Relax.

Not worth it.

I understand you're one of mine.

You work at my bank.

Ah, yes.

Well, you know, with all due respect,

I've been there

since before your company
acquired the branch.

And do you find the work satisfying?

I got into finance to help people,

and lately, it feels like

the only people I'm helping
are the shareholders.

Banking can be a harsh business

and, uh... limiting

to someone with your potential.

I glanced at your file.

Graduated magna cum laude
from Stanhope College.

Wide variety of clubs,
extracurriculars, travel plans.

You could've done anything you wanted,

and yet, you chose to come back here

where your options were...

somewhat limited.

Smallville's home.

- I like it here.
- Certainly.

Perhaps you can find
something more worthy

of your unique gifts.

If you want to make a real impact,

I can be a resource.

I pride myself

in helping people
achieve their best selves.

- This is savage.
- _

Edge picked the mayor to
parrot his misinformation,

so I had to reply.

Yeah, but it reads like a
debate with a first grader.

The mayor keeps saying "jobs",

and then you fire off a
list of EPA infractions,

mortgage rate inflation scams,

a whole string of missing employees.

This is exactly why I hired you.

I even did my own copyediting.

Mm, that part still needed some work.

Where?

Uh, we're actually not
open at 10:00 at night.

Your old contract.

For your lawyer.

What are you talking about?

We're aware of the piece

you intend to publish tomorrow.

How could you know that?

Any such action would be in breach

of your previous contract,

as I'm sure your lawyer will explain.

I told you he would crush you.

It's okay.

Edge is just trying to scare us.

Yeah, well, it's totally working.

The "Gazette" can't afford to fight off

an army of Edge's lawyers.

We don't even have a lawyer.

But the vote is tomorrow.

I'm sorry, Lois, but until
this gets worked out,

I can't risk publishing
a word you write.

I can't believe this happened.

_

Stupid broken arm.

Stupid cast.

What is happening to me?

Red, 57. Set, hut!

- Oh...
- Whoo! Takeaway.

Can't get cocky. It's a cardinal sin.

Never celebrate until
you cross a goal line.

Okay, guy who runs at Mach 10.

Oh, ha-ha. Go.

Well.

Well, that's why he plays defense.

Hey, you okay?

Yeah.

Yeah, it's just... it's just hard.

It's like, I'm on the bench,

and then Jordan's got the game ball.

You know? I...

I don't know how that's really
fair to any of the players,

to be honest.

Well, he's not taking
over the whole team.

There's room for you to step up.

Clark?

Gorgeous husband,

love of my life, really,

and my dear, personal champion,

a tiny favor to ask.

Does it have anything
to do with your dad?

No. He's in national security mode.

It has to do with the assembly.

I was thinking that since
my article was shredded

and I can't technically speak
out about Morgan Edge,

the next best thing would be to
have Smallville's favorite son

show up and say some
words on behalf of justice.

Okay.

Well, when you put it that way,

- yeah, I'll be there.
- Great.

Now if you'll excuse me,

I just found out Edge is at the mines.

Whoa, you're gonna go confront him

after he sent a guy to attack you?

Look, Edge thinks he has
me up against the ropes.

If I show up out of nowhere,
knock him off balance,

maybe I'll pop something loose.

If you wait, I can go with you.

No, I got it. You have practice.

I can handle myself.

_

So much for Lois Lane's
big exposé, huh?

Told you she had nothing on Edge.

You seem pretty smug,

rooting for an entitled billionaire.

I just want what's best for this town.

Right now, it seems pretty clear to me

that that's Morgan
Edge bringing jobs in.

So what? Just ignore the
fact that he's a jerk?

Why is he a jerk, huh?

Because he throws a little money around?

You didn't think it was awkward,

him cornering me?

Asking me about my job?
Promising opportunity?

He was our host. He was
just being friendly.

You didn't even ask
if I was uncomfortable.

I mean, do you care?

It's not like he was flirting with you.

Honey, I was right there.

It's not about you.

I was annoyed.

He made me uncomfortable,

and you didn't even notice.

Is that where our marriage is at?

So okay, Lana, you want
me to get in the guy's face

because he dared to talk to you?

Oh, God.

I mean, I could've been
a jerk to your boss too,

but then you would've been
pissed at that, right?

Hey, wait. Lana, that came out wrong.

Whatever. I need some air.

Lana...

Ms. Lane.

Have you come to take
a tour of our facilities?

Yeah, after what happened
in New Carthage,

I would rather not follow
you into a dark tunnel.

Whatever could you be insinuating?

Look, I'm kind of bored with
the whole "faux-British accent,

billionaire at a football game
trying to fit in" con job.

I can assure you, my accent is genuine.

- I was raised in...
- Oh, my God. Who cares?

Let's just lay it out on the table.

First, you changed my story.

Then, you sent some goon

who almost killed Sharon Powell.

Now you have your minion
threatening my career?

Let me tell you how this goes.

You sue me, I countersue.

Your records get opened up in discovery,

and that doesn't end well
for you or your brand name.

My, my.

You have thought this all through.

Why Smallville?

There's other towns, other mines.

Why are you going to all this trouble?

That's curious. I was about
to ask you the same question.

World-renowned journalist,

short-listed for the Pulitzer twice.

And you move here

with your unemployed husband

and two adolescent boys.

It seems like there must
be something here

that's very important to you.

Maybe I'll find out what that is.

Is that a threat?

Well, I could offer you
your old job back,

on the condition you play by the rules,

but let's be honest,

you'll never work at
the "Daily Planet" again.

You're past your prime,

playing a high-stakes game
with a losing hand.

You should fold while you still can.

Actually, I have one more ace to play.

I'm bringing it with me
to the town assembly.

Maybe we can talk more then.

For now, I'm done with you,

unless this creep show
has anything to add.

I didn't think so.

_

It's like Groundhog Day.

See, it's plays like these

that make me wanna
quit coaching altogether

and open up a pizzeria.

Oh, you think that's funny, Harris?

You know what? You
could've caught that pass

had you not gone to that keg party

and busted up your arm.

I hope that beer was worth it, genius.

You know, I was gonna
let all of you all go

a little bit early today,

but I think we need to work
on our mental errors.

This game is 20% physical,

80% mental,

and as soon as we get in line with that,

we're gonna have more success
than this kind of stuff!

Repetition's the mother of skill!

This is General Lane.

I need your sitrep on Killgrave. Go.

Confirm, General.
Prisoner is in transit.

Einstein saw time

as an illusion,

one that gets us to wear a watch.

Do you happen to have the time?

Nice piece.

And analog.

Good for you.

A lot of people go digital.

They need to be spoon-fed.

Sad.

Society is spoiled rotten.

I think they need a wake-up call.

See, the thing is,
that's not chewing gum.

It's a temperature-sensitive
synthetic polymer resin

I made in the sink of my prison cell.

Highly mercurial at an atomic level.

Combined with the precise vibration

of a... ticking wristwatch,

well,

three, two,

one.

Tag, you all right?

Tag?

I'm fine! I'm fine.

It's gonna get soaked up in our minds

that this kind of stuff
ain't gonna happen,

'cause this is unacceptable!

You're better than that!

Metropolis prison transport

under assault by unknown combatants.

Confirm prisoner. Killgrave, Thaddeus R.

Highest possible threat level.

Bishop Six, Intergang has
attacked the prison transfer.

Bishop Six, respond.

Dad, something's wrong.

A little help with my jacket?

Seriously? Did you tell your dad on me?

What happened to your cast?

It was driving me crazy, so I...

tore it off.

- Tag, I'm sorry...
- Look, whatever.

My arm's killing me.

Can't practice anyway. I'm out.

Bishop Six, please respond.
Priority: alpha.

- Dad...
- Killgrave has escaped.

- Something was not right...
- Jon, Jon.

We'll talk about it later, okay?

I have a call. I gotta go.

Bishop Six, we got a hit on Killgrave.

25 Beacon Court. Please divert.

See you soon, Big Blue.

Nothing on Killgrave yet,

but I'll keep searching till I find him.

Boys, I gotta head back to
the DOD for an emergency.

I wanna say,

I'm sorry for the changes
you're having to endure.

Jordan, I know that you're
showing signs of being special.

Not that big a deal, really.

Yeah. Yeah, come on, Grandpa.

He's just the same old
barely-above-average kid.

All right, well,

what I do know is your
dad is very special.

I didn't want you to know
that, yet here we are.

And given that your dad is the
most important force for good

in the entire world,

that means you have an obligation too.

Don't waste his time.

Try to think about the fact

that when your dad gets distracted,

lives are at stake.

Understood?

- Yes.
- Sure.

Then act accordingly.

And for the record,

helluva hit last night.

What do you think?

You wanna go to
Wellnitz's party, or what?

You worried about Tag?

Yeah.

- Let me text Sarah for a ride.
- All right.

And Morgan Edge made a lot of promises.

And the fact is,

he kept every single one of them.

So I say, what are we waiting for, hmm?

Let's sign this motion

and get those mines going!

Yeah?

This is so one-sided, it's pathetic.

- Did Clark ever respond?
- He must be busy.

Assistant coaching the football team?

He does a lot on the farm.

Oh.

Okay.

Well, I think I'm gonna go
try and rally the troops.

Or, like, even find a troop.

Hey, it's Clark. Leave a message.

Hey. Where are you?

You're literally my last shot

at presenting my side of this.

You know I would do it myself,

but I'm trying not to get
bankrupted in a lawsuit.

Hurry.

Hey, Lois.

Are you okay?

No, actually. I'm kind of a sore loser.

Do you wanna grab a drink tonight?

I mean, no kids, no husbands.

Just a girls' night out.
I promise you it'll be fun.

All in favor of granting Edge EnerCorp

exclusive rights to the Shuster Mines?

Yay.

All opposed?

Nay!

Motion approved.

What time do you wanna meet?

Babe, I'm so, so sorry
I missed the vote.

I know. It's okay.

No, it's not. And you're covering.

Don't super-spy on my pulse
rate or whatever you do.

You clench your jaw when you're mad.

- I'm not mad.
- Well, you should be.

I said I was gonna be
there, and I wasn't.

Clark, can we not do this right now?

- I'm not in the mood.
- I just want to apologize.

- And I want you to know that I...
- Babe, I don't need an excuse.

I know you have an excuse.
You're Superman.

- Lois.
- Okay, fine. I'm mad!

And I know it's irrational
because I understand

that there were lives at stake,

but this was so important to me.

And we lost the vote, by the way,

and now I'm feeling guilty

for wanting you to do something
you said you would do.

When we started dating, I
knew what I was getting into.

And I don't get mad about
you missing date nights

or anniversaries or family dinners

because of some idiot with a nuke,

but lately, with everything
that's going on with the boys

and my dad constantly in your ear,

it feels like I'm really far down

on your list of priorities.

Is that honestly how you feel?

Right now, in this moment
that I might regret tomorrow,

yeah, I do.

That's my Lyft.

Lana asked me out for
a drink, and I need one.

- Yo, what's up, Kent?
- Hey.

Welcome to Wellnitz's lake house.

- Please don't feed the animals.
- Yo, Tag!

- Tag, hey. Yo.
- Hey.

- Arm's better?
- Arm's all better, baby.

- Sup, Kent?
- I got a buzz.

- The Tagmeister's back!
- No way.

So it just healed like that, or what?

Who knows and who cares?
Have a beer, Kent.

- It's a party!
- You heard the man.

Hey.

Is Tag, like... is he all right?
Is he on drugs, or...

No, that's more Wellnitz's territory.

Oh.

- Hey!
- You met Denise?

- Hi, Denise.
- Oh, hey.

Um, no, my dad played
free safety for Smallville,

so he wouldn't, like, shut up
about you after the game.

It was only one good hit, really.

Humble pie.

If a girl compliments you like that,

you say, "Hell yeah".

You know,

we miss you so much at cheer.

Well, you know, I just needed more time

for... drugs and alcohol.

- Nice of you to show up.
- I came as a courtesy.

You wanna talk about courtesy?

How about showing me the
courtesy of doing your job?

I don't really think
of it as a job, General.

It's more of a call to responsibility.

It's something you and I have in common.

So since I'm here,

how about we figure
this out together, hmm?

What is it with men? How
everything's about action?

Like, "Here, let me fix this,
and let me explain this to you,

and let's just... let's
just gloss over that".

Is it a DNA thing?

I think we need some shots.

I'm not complaining.
I'm just verbalizing.

I know that the good outweighs the bad.

I mean, you get it.

You married a firefighter
who clearly adores you,

even though he hates me.

He respects you for speaking your mind.

I mean, that's all he wants
anyone to say about him.

What about you guys? Are you good?

We're going on 16 years of marriage.

We have our moments.

I clearly disagree with him about Edge,

but I do respect how much
he loves this place.

Yeah.

You and Clark are obviously great.

I don't know.

Sometimes it feels
like the older we get,

the more we take on, the more the...

romance and the marriage
gets lost in the shuffle.

Let me tell you something.

Clark is my oldest friend.

I've known him for as
long as I can remember.

And yes, we dated in high school

until he up and vanished.

And then I find out
he moved to Metropolis,

and I was like, "Wait, what?

Clark in the city?"

He comes back to visit,
and he's a whole new guy.

Confident, self-assured,

stands up straight, razor sharp.

It didn't take long
for me to figure it out.

It was you.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

You brought out the best in him, Lois.

And that's not getting
lost in the shuffle.

I will cheers to that.

Burns away the...

Uh-huh.

Sting from the town hall defeat.

♪ Then I went to Johnny and spent a 50 ♪

♪ My lil' eat the [...] off the body ♪

I kind of feel bad for your brother.

He's been popular his whole life.

He'll be fine.

That's just it.

Popular kids like Jonathan

don't really know how
to function as outsiders.

I mean, he looks lost.

What would that make us?

You and I are very disaffected youth.

Wayward. Pretty punk rock.

I mean,

I rebelled against my
mom by quitting cheer,

and you and your whole football thing.

I actually kind of like
being on the team.

- Really?
- Yeah.

It's good to be good at something.

I haven't had any anxiety.

I like it here.

It feels like, for the
first time in a while,

I'm happy.

Maybe it's because

you got really lucky with
the company you keep.

Should we go save your brother?

Let's give him five minutes.
Maybe he can turn it around.

That seems totally fair.

I'm sorry. I'll... I'll fix it.

You can't afford a burger.

How are you gonna pay for
some nice-ass furniture?

- Huh? Huh?
- I'm sorry.

Hey, hey! What's going on?

Mind your own business, Kent.

What's going on?

I don't know. I...

I'll go check on him.

We got a hit.

Glenmorgan Square.

Where's Killgrave?

He just said to get you here.

For this sonic blaster to work,

I needed you in closer range.

Now pay attention.

Let me show you what this baby can do.

I've had a lot of time
to think about you,

obsessively tracking your patterns.

I noticed you haven't
been around Metropolis

quite as much.

But that's how I knew that the, um,

big shots would move me

to a more secure prison.

It seems like you're
obligated elsewhere.

That makes you distracted.

Vulnerable.

A weakling.

Tag, just hang on.

Tag. Tag, just breathe.

Just breathe. It's gonna be okay.

Hey, bro...

you need to get away!

You need to use the ELT, okay?

- I think I did this to him.
- What?

- What are you talking about?
- The bonfire, the party.

I think my heat vision
caused an explosion

- and it affected him somehow.
- Okay, well, look,

you can run that theory past
Bill Nye later, all right?

- Right now, we need Dad, Jordan.
- Remember what Grandpa said?

Dad's too busy saving the world.

Look, he's not the only
one that can do this.

Jon, trust me.

Jordan!

Just breathe. It's gonna be okay.

Where's the ELT?

Jon, you need to get out of here now.

We need Dad.

I need you to get up. Jordan!

Dad.

Killgrave's down. Come and get him.

And send medical units.
Bystanders on-site.

Tag.

Jordan. Jordan!

The air's thin up here.
It'll help calm you down.

You good?

Jordan,

what, uh,

what happened to Tag...

Don't try to tell me it wasn't my fault.

You saw the video.

My heat vision, it gave
Tag those powers...

No, that's not how it works.

- Yeah, you don't know that.
- You're right. I don't.

I don't know how or why
any of this is happening, okay?

And the truth is,

um...

I've honestly been
really jealous about all of it.

And I'm sorry about that,

but, Jordan, look, I do know this.

You would never hurt anyone. Ever.

So whatever happened,

it was an accident, okay?

It was an accident.

So where's Tag now?

He's with the doctors at the DOD.

And apparently, they're taking
really good care of him.

Did they say I did this to him?

I had a team analyze
that cell phone footage.

Your heat vision caused a blast,

but there was another
material present...

a yellow phosphorescence.

We think that may have triggered

the boy's meta-human development.

Can we see him?

Well, son, DOD protocols
are pretty strict.

24/7 monitoring, cover
stories, transferring.

What your grandpa's
trying to say is that

he's gonna go to a special school

for kids with these sorts of abilities.

Wait, there's a special school
for kids with powers?

- That's pretty cool.
- No, it's not.

How many of these kids are there?

That's classified, but let's just say...

Dad.

Look, guys, we have to
be clear on something.

Why did you wait so long to use the ELT?

Why didn't you call me
the minute you knew

something was wrong?

Look, I may have misspoke.

"Misspoke"?

You cannot tell the boys
not to come to me for help.

My point was to help them

see the life-and-death
stakes of your job.

My job is I'm their dad. That's my job.

You're not just their dad.

You're the most important
person in the world,

and now that they know
that, they need to respect

the obligation that comes with it.

I have to respect that obligation! Me.

And believe me, I live
with it every day.

- Then act like it.
- Stop!

Stop it!

This is the same toxic
"honor above all else" crap

you used to pull on me when I was a kid.

Lois, please. This isn't about us.

No, it's about you and
your parenting choices,

and how they sucked
then and they still suck,

and we're not gonna be
applying them to our boys.

I made a choice to dedicate
my life to the armed service.

You could have done both.

That's what Clark is doing,

and I see him struggle
with it every day,

so how dare you tell him
he can't be the father he is

'cause you never
bothered to give it a go.

You keep pushing us, you won't
be welcome here anymore.

Fine.

I'll get my things.

I have a long drive ahead of me.

Um...

and I'll get you yours
coming right now, baby.

And here we go.

This lovely little brontosaurus for you.

- Good morning.
- Hi, Mom.

Dad's making pancakes.

He hasn't burnt a single one yet.

- Don't jinx me.
- Yeah, he's on a roll.

Figured I'd let you
sleep in a little bit.

Thank you.

Dinosaur pancakes, huh?

Yeah, it's kind of
like my one specialty.

That's not true.

You got dinosaur pancakes

and you work your tail off

for people in your hometown.

Come here.

I'd say you have more
than a few specialties.

Careful now. That's starting
to sound like a compliment.

Crazier things have happened.

But why would Dad need
my help with the harvester?

Mom, can you stop being
an investigative reporter

for just one second, and...

I don't know,

be surprised?

- Madam.
- What is all this?

Well, I was thinking about
all of those date nights

that I've missed,

and I thought we could
play a little catch-up.

♪ What makes us smile ♪

♪ What brings us together ♪

You're in very good standing
with me right now.

If you play your cards right,

there may even be a
massage in it for you.

See, now you're just spoiling me.

Well, you deserve to be spoiled,

to know beyond any doubt

no matter what's going on

or what I'm up against,

this... my time with you...

is what gets me through everything else.

You're my first thought of the day.

You're my last thought at night.

And I love you.

You gotta be kidding me.

His timing is truly impeccable.

Yeah.

- Hey, Sam.
- Clark.

Sorry to intrude.

There's a situation in Malawi.

Not a priority yet,

but my guess is it
will be within the hour.

I was calling Lois so
she could fill you in

and you could decide for yourself

if you wanna get involved.

Is she there?

Uh, she just went to the restroom.

But I appreciate the heads-up.

I will let her know you called.

Go.

I'll be fast. I promise.

I'll be waiting.

Hey.

I love you too.

Lieutenant Rosetti, go secure.

Copy, General. Line is secure.

I have reason to believe
we may need to consider

a contingency plan.

I want you to open a new protocol.

Call it "Project 7734".

Right...

here.

If you'd be so kind.

We now own the rights to this land,

which holds enough X-Kryptonite
to resurrect an army.

Assuming we can find
enough willing candidates.

Oh, I'm not concerned.

As you know, I have an eye for talent.

Greg, move your head!

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