Now, look. That was the plan...
- Important? - What I wanna see...
- Hey! Where are you going with that? - What?
This!
This marked the way to the hospitality suite. '76 Republican Convention.
Judas Priest, man.
Gerald Ford tripped over this. It's history.
You're right. You're absolutely right. It's history.
Chief, if you want me to help you spring-clean...
you've got to be willing to part with some stuff.
- Hey, let me tell you... - Chief, it's junk.
But it's my junk, okay?
This isn't exactly the best way to spend a Saturday night, so why don't you...
All right.
Let's keep going, okay? All right.
But I got to warn you, you touch that Elvis box...
and you're a dead man.
I have exactly 30 minutes before the opera.
Well, how was I supposed to know my source was going to be arrested.
I'll just have to rewrite my lead-in. I don't know.
Don't you guys have homes?
Good evening, Lois. Lex.
- What are you doing here? - Taxes.
- We're supposed to be at a movie. - We'll still make the late show, all right?
Lois, you're kind of dressed up for an evening at the office, aren't you?
We were supposed to go to Madame Butterfly.
I'll be 10 minutes.
Super Bowl '20, the Packs and the Bears.
Oh, boy, what a blowout!
Well, it's a party.
Good evening, Perry.
Good evening, we're just doing a little cleaning here.
It's cool.
Anybody want a pizza?
There you go. Fresh tomatoes, mushrooms, onions, and olives.
Goes on a salad, doesn't go on a pizza.
Elvira, Mistress of the Dark.
I don't know, chief. She looks pretty scary to me.
Scary? Jimmy, she's the reason why I've seen Godzilla...
115 times.
She is definitely a keeper.
Hi, everybody, this is...
- George. ... this is George.
What are you doing here?
Well, I was gonna show George here how we put a newspaper to bed, but...
it's a little crowded.
George. The observation deck at Metropolis Tower is still open. Let's go.
You know, I could have lived without hearing that, thank you.
What is going on here?
Don't worry, Willie. It's just us.
But you're not supposed to be here now.
Don't worry, Willie. Everything's fine. You just keep up the good work.
Yes, sir, Mr. White.
Hello.
Anybody there? All right, who cut me off?
System's down. I lost my story.
Better luck tomorrow. Shall we go?
If we leave now, we can still make the play.
What in the Sam Hill?
Nobody move!
The Daily Planet building is now ours.
So I suggest you cooperate and everything will go smoothly.
And in case you feel the need to contact the authorities or your friend Superman...
you can tell them I'm holding a small but dirty nuclear device.
And if I catch so much as a glimpse of a red cape...
this building and the gene pool of Metropolis will pay the price.
So relax.
By tomorrow morning, this will all be over. One way or another.
No telephones. Too high up to signal for help.
It could be morning before anybody even realizes something's wrong.
Yeah, well, that's what they're counting on.
But what on earth do they want with the Daily Planet?
What're they gonna do when they're done?
- We've got to find a way out of here. - We negotiate.
I've dealt with worse across a boardroom table.
- We find out what they want... - If I can just burn the wires...
leading to the bomb.
It's five against five. I say we can take them. I bet that bomb's not even real.
- Lead. - What did you say, Clark?
I mean, we can't take that chance, can we?
Clark, they're going to kill us.
- We don't know that. - We can identify them.
The safest thing for all of us to do is just wait.
What about Jimmy? Maybe Jimmy can save us.
Jimmy couldn't save baseball cards.
All right, stay calm, I'm calm.
I'm in here, and there are terrorists out there with a million guns.
Okay, I can handle this. No problem.
I got to get out of here.
I know this type of people. If we don't do something, we're dead.
We must take the offensive.
Luthor, he may be holding the lives of thousands of people in his hands.
Don't do anything to provoke him.
Well, now that we know what kind of stuff Mr. Kent is made of...
it's obvious we need someone with a cool head...
and keen judgment to take charge.
- You? - Well, who else?
I have a thousand people in my employ...
This is my ship. I'm the captain here.
Yeah. The Exxon Valdez.
I don't wanna hear anything from the peanut gallery.
Lex is right. We need a plan.
- Lois, it's too risky. - We're wasting time.
I'll create a diversion, you hit them with a chair.
Chief, sit down. You're having a heart attack.
Help us! He's having a heart attack!
We need a doctor. Do something.
He's going to die, and then where will you be?
On trial for murder, that's where.
9mm automatic.
Better than a triple bypass. Am I right?
Yes, sir.
I feel a whole lot better already.
There will be no more tests of my patience.
Is that understood?
She understands, sir.
They're on the wrong floor. Schumak, go. Tell them it's down one.
Hold up, guys, wrong floor, down one.
Lois, if you ever try...
roping me into another deal like that...
the only writing you'll ever do is writing recipes...
for the food section.
There's not going to be a food section...
if we don't do something to stop them.
It was a good try...
but division among the ranks is a sure sign of weakness.
So I suggest we just put this little incident behind us...
concentrate on trying to learn their next move.
What do you mean?
They've seen our faces. We can't just let them go.
- You know what our instructions are. - I say that we kill them now.
You don't have any say. None of us do until the boss comes.
Clark. Hey, Kent.
What? Is everything all right?
That's just what I was about to ask you. You look kind of out of it.
I was just thinking.
You really believe that's a nuclear bomb?
Well, whatever's in that box, we can't take any chances.
We'll be fine.
I hear you can hardly feel a thing at ground zero.
You don't think they'd really blow themselves up, do you?
Terrorists believe that the value of life, even if it's their own...
isn't as important as their cause.
I don't think we need worst-case scenarios right now, Luthor.
The point is, it's up to us to stop them.
We need to stay alive any way we can.
What do you suggest? Just sit here, let them do what they want...
and wait for them to kill us?
No, but I have no choice.
If I go there and try to get to the bomb, they could kill any one of you.
And if that is a hair trigger under his finger...
it could go off before I could stop it, and I can't take that risk.
Clark, take it easy. You're not Superman.
I know.
- But if I was... - Superman would find a way to save us.
I know he would.
I know he will.
Wonder if they'll let us go to the bathroom?
- I have to go. - Okay, see you tomorrow.
- No, I mean, I have to go. - All of a sudden?
Just since you mentioned it, thank you very much.
They have to provide the means to maintain basic human needs.
I don't think anyone told them that.
Well, why don't you just ask Miss Congeniality out there if you can go...
to the ladies' room?
Or you can hold it, indefinitely.
Just a few seconds.
I have to go to the bathroom.
- What? - I have to go to the bathroom.
- Too bad. - You can't treat us like this.
I told you not to make trouble.
Evidently my bladder didn't hear you.
Take her. I'll watch them.
Come on.
Stay in there, Lois.
No second chances. That understood?
Fire? No, there's no fire.
No, no need to send a truck over. Must be a busted sprinkler head.
I'll check it out.
Yeah, pretty quiet night.
Thanks for checking.
We are now operating on the "buddy system. "
If anyone is missing, or tries something heroic...
your buddy dies.
Now that half of the blueprints are smeared...
get on the computer, see if you can print up a new set.
- What was that? - We're out.
Picked the lock with a paper clip I found on the floor.
Well, put it back on.
- Don't worry. - Jack, listen to me.
Don't you think I've gone over the possibilities already?
The timing, the position, the speed. I've calculated it all.
But even if I made it, they may kill you or one of the others.
And anything might make them trigger that bomb.
Even Superman wouldn't take that kind of chance right now.
I'm not gonna let you do it!
Guess Luthor was right about you.
Jack, it's a lot more complicated than that.
Guess we all can't be heroes.
"Jimmy?
"You wanna come into the office on Saturday night...
"help me spring-clean?"
"Gee, can I, chief?
"Cleaning out 20 years of your junk sure beats spending Saturday night...
"with a 20-year-old hand model. "
I'm such an idiot.
This is going to make an incredible story.
How many journalists get this kind of opportunity...
to be in the belly of the beast, part of the event...
not just a casual observer.
It's like being one of those guys in the Baghdad hotel.
So you don't share my enthusiasm. It doesn't mean you have to fall asleep.
Lex? Somebody help him.
He's really hurt.
Luthor. You okay?
The bullet passed through but he's losing a lot of blood.
- We've got to get that wound closed. - How?
Okay, I'm gonna need three teabags, an orange, a cup, and pack of gum.
For what?
It's a remedy that I learned from a Borneo medicine man...
- This is no time for voodoo. - We have no choice!
Open the teabags and combine the leaves.
Chew as many sticks of gum as you can. Squeeze orange juice into the cup.
- This is ridiculous. - Oils and tannin from the tea leaves...
combined with the peppermint from the gum and the ascorbic acid in the orange...
form a very potent healing mixture. There's no time, come on.
You're gonna be just fine.
You'll be a little bit dizzy, but you're gonna be okay.
Come on, is it ready?
This might burn a little bit.
Just one more.
I'll be damned.
It really works.
Clark, thank you.
- What was that? - An earthquake?
I told you to wait for my instructions.
- I'm still studying the plans. - I don't think so.
They must be using that machinery we saw them bring in here.
Yeah, but why? Why would they want to do something to destroy the Daily Planet?
I don't think they want to destroy the Planet, chief.
I think they're looking for something.
There's nothing there.
Get that thing working again!
There's no way. There's too much water damage.
Move!
I guess they didn't find it.
That's it. A machine breaks and we just give up?
I have no blueprints.
Dragonetti's office isn't what we thought it was.
What am I supposed to do?
Dragonetti?
Dragon what?
They said Dragonetti.
What do you do, read lips now?
- Well, as a matter of fact... - Dragonetti.
I'll be damned. I haven't heard that name in years.
- You know him, chief? - I know of him.
Pino "Pretty Face" Dragonetti.
He was one of the fiercest gangsters in the Prohibition era.
He was as shrewd as he was handsome.
Dragonetti actually built this place.
Well, he and a few other high-profile gangsters.
They hid behind a dummy corporation to launder their gin money...
into the real estate market.
This was the headquarters, long before the Daily Planet was here, of course.
They even had a speakeasy down in the basement where the cafeteria is.
Dragonetti, I'll be damned.
Cigars, cigarettes, Tiparillos?
- Toots, what do you got? - Whatever you like, boss.
Good evening, Mr. Dragonetti. How are you?
- What we got here tonight, Jimmy? - Well, we got the mayor's son...
beautiful actress from the coast, Lt. Moore is up at the bar...
and Bill Robertson and Lily are waiting for you at your table.
I can see.
Lieutenant. How're you doing?
Pretty Face.
Enjoying yourself?
As always, my friend.
About that little trouble you had with your trucks down there...
at the Hobbs River precinct.
It's all taken care of.
Who says you can't find a good cop?
Didn't realize your share of the business entitled you...
to fifty percent of my personal assets.
- Pino, I missed you. - I can see that.
Go on. Beat it. We got business.
Your business is my business, you big lug.
Go on, beat it.
- So, what's the big deal? - It's Murphy.
He's making a play for our action down by the wharf.
That so?
Gentlemen.
What a lovely establishment you have here.
You got a lot of nerve, Murphy.
- Yeah, but not a lot of brains. - Murphy, listen to me very carefully.
I got the wharf locked up.
I said the system's locked up.
Now, who can get me online with the computer?
I can help you.
- What file do you need? - That's not your concern.
Just get me onto the Metro-Comp database.
Metro-Comp? That's the old system. We updated it three years ago.
He won't know how to use it. You'll have to take me.
Be careful.
Don't worry.
Somebody's got to find out what they're doing here.
Come on.
- Sit down! - I prefer to...
Sit!
Give me your access code.
What access code?
How could you let her go in there?
It wasn't exactly my plan.
If anything happens to her, you'll... What's he doing to her?
I spent the last eight months preparing for this night...
if you don't give me the correct access code, I'm gonna...
- Superman. - I'm coming.
"Superman" is my access code.
- I'm going in there. - No, she's fine.
She's fine.
The file name is D-P-B-L-P-R-N-T.
D- P-B-L-P-R-N-T.
- Daily Planet Blueprint? - Just call it up.
You must be interested in architecture.
I've always found this building particularly fascinating, myself.
- There it is. Bring it up. - Yes, sir.
Daily Planet blueprint.
Find the floor below us.
I think that's the advertising department.
Thinking of placing a personal?
Now show me the plans to this floor.
Okay, stop. Now overlay the current blueprint.
Bring the equipment up here.
What could possibly be here in the Daily Planet newsroom...
that would be worth risking your lives and the lives of everyone in Metropolis?
What else has man sought after...
without pity or remorse since the dawn of time?
- Inner peace? - Cold, hard cash.
- Now print me out those plans. - Sure.
- They come out over there. - Fine. Do it.
Since I've already been so helpful...
how about giving me an exclusive interview?
We'll discuss the future later, Miss Lane.
- How's your shoulder? - Oh, please. No false sympathy, Mr. Kent.
You'd be bleeding to death if it wasn't for him.
- Is that true? - Don't ask me if I'd do it again.
The intrepid cub reporter stealthily worked his way...
through the dark maze of tunnels...
knowing that certain death lurked around every corner.
But he pressed on. He was their only hope.
His name was Olsen. Jimmy Olsen.
This is good.
You've got a lot of nerve, Miss Lane.
Not good judgment, but a lot of nerve.
I'm beginning to think you were right about our uninvited guests.
I found it. They're bringing the equipment back up.
But time is definitely a factor, so go there and help.
Okay, what about them?
Anyone tries anything, shoot to kill.
Anyone.
What did you do in there?
He had me pull up the architectural plans for the Daily Planet.
They're looking for money.
I stole this from him.
- A diagram of these offices. - Yes. With a very familiar name.
Dragonetti, you double-crossing son-of-a...
Bill.
Why would Pino want to double-cross you? You're partners.
Word on the street is you're dealing with Murphy.
So, what? You believe the word on the street over mine?
- No. - There.
Friends again, you silly boys?
Look, maybe it's time I cashed out...
took my share and said good-bye to this town and this life.
I don't think so, Billy boy.
Half of what's in that vault is rightfully mine.
Yeah, but if I do that, then the whole operation's worth half as much.
Sorry. You're in for a penny, you're in for a pound.
Am I right, dear Lily?
Just remember...
it takes two keys to open the vault, and I got one of them.
Do you think Dragonetti's vault is still in the building?
Well, I always thought it was a tall tale...
like that mess Geraldo got himself into that time.
But maybe there's something to it.
- Willie. - Willie.
He's still making his rounds. He'll save us. He's a security guard.
- Willie is an octogenarian. - He has a gun.
Lois, he's got a hernia.
Got to get to him before they do, he can go for help.
And how do you propose we do that?
Be back before they know I'm gone.
- I can't let him go alone. - Be careful, Clark.
What did you do, fly up here?
I was trying not to make any noise. Come on.
Willie.
Mr. Kent.
- What are you doing up here? - Willie, we need your help.
Okay, give me a hand.
I think I found the best way in.
- Schumak. Check the prisoners. - Right.
- What's going on? - We're getting tired.
We're sleeping in shifts.
You got a problem with that?
No.
No problem.
It would be better for us if you all went to sleep.
And to think they wanted me to get rid of Elvira.
All right. I'll get the cops.
But you boys get on back down there before they find out because...
- you don't know what they might do. - Thanks, Willie. We're counting on you.
The southwest corner here matches the old blueprint...
I know it's money they want.
All I need is five minutes alone with this leader, I'll make a deal.
I don't think they'll go for it, Lex.
They won't trust you. They already have a bird in the hand.
It's worth a try.
As soon as the kid and Kent get back, I'll begin to negotiate. It's only money.
- It's a lot of money. - Yeah. So what's it worth?
It can't buy blue sky. It can't buy a perfect beach.
It can't buy brown eyes.
The northwest corner has been moved, it's probably a new addition...
Lex. Lois. Look at this.
- We're saved. Cat! - No.
Don't draw their attention to her.
Come here.
This could be in the front view.
All right.
- You know what? It's right here. - Okay.
Come here!
If I'm still alive on Monday morning, she won't be.
Did you hear something?
Yes. Faintly.
What happened?
Why, he missed.
- You sure you're all right? - I'm fine. Come on.
Hey, Clark.
Luthor was wrong about you.
Thanks. Come on.
Did you find Willie?
Help is on its way. What have they been doing?
They're futzing around with some of those fancy tools.
Come on, I'll give you a hand.
No. They're not doing what I think they're doing?
Not my Elvis box!
Come on, pull.
Well, it looks like they found Dragonetti's vault.
It's been there all the time.
Right under the chief's nose.
All right, go ahead.
All right, which door is it going to be?
Door number one!
Nope.
That's a dead end...
for the tenth time.
All right. I am the man, I am the man.
You are the man.
As you can see, we found what we were looking for.
Dragonetti's vault.
I'll double the money in that safe if you release us unharmed.
From what I've heard, I'd be better off out there...
with the cops on my tail than you, Mr. Luthor.
- We're close. - Good.
I think it's only fitting that after all the trouble he's gone to...
I allow the mastermind of this plan to do the actual unveiling.
Don't you all agree?
I knew he wasn't smart enough to figure this out on his own.
Besides, I think you'll enjoy meeting him.
We're ready for you, sir.
Jimmy?
Willie?
- But this means... - Help is not on its way.
Willie, how could you do this? I mean...
I recommended you for the job, man.
Would you have recommended me if you knew I had a prison record?
Willie, just because you did something bad in the past...
it doesn't mean you have to turn to a life of crime in your sunset years.
I just got out 10 months ago.
Well, you couldn't have done anything as bad as armed robbery or kidnapping.
Murder one.
- You killed someone? - Of course not.
Don't be ridiculous. I couldn't hurt a fly.
Well, then what were you in jail for?
Dragonetti? You wanted to see me?
No, I did. I couldn't stand it anymore. I couldn't be away from you.
I'm gonna get us out of here, Lily, I swear.
There's $30 million here, and half of it's mine, fair and square.
Let's wait till he gets here.
Dragonetti?
Fair and square? No. There's no such thing as fair and square.
Murphy?
I realized this is becoming a one-man operation.
You two conveniently complied.
You think you can get rid of me so easily...
Lt. Moore.
Arrest this man for the murder of Mr. Murphy.
I'm gonna need these guns as evidence.
I suppose you wrestled that one away from him.
Yeah, that's right.
- You won't get away with it... - Don't even think about it, son.
Lily.
Tell him what really happened.
It's just like Pino said. You killed him.
There's a sucker born every minute.
Not you, Lily...
anyone but you.
I lost a lifetime because of Dragonetti.
And I swore if I ever got out, I'd come back for what belonged to me.
Dragonetti got his due, though.
He was gunned down six weeks after I went to prison.
Willie, they're gonna send you back to jail for what you've done to us.
But you weren't supposed to be here.
And you. You broke your promise. You said no guns.
I lied. About a lot of things.
- What do you think you're doing? - Sorry, pops.
You're a liability.
But I'm the one who told you about the vault in the first place.
And I'll always remember you fondly for it.
We've got to make a clean getaway...
and you're not exactly at your physical peak.
- Hey, we're in. - Good. Load the bags.
What about us?
Remy. I've begun to come around to your way of thinking.
We'll meet you at the chopper.
They're all yours.
Except her.
We may need a hostage if anything goes wrong.
You can't just kill them!
You'd be surprised what you can do for $30 million.
Get them up. Come on. Let's go.
Hold him.
What's going on? Where are the lights?
Are you guys okay? Where's C.K.?
- I don't know. - Kent.
Here, let's go. Leave her.
- Where's the chopper? - I don't know!
- Neuberg. - He can't even drive a car.
- Then who took it? - Superman.
Back inside. Come on.
Down to the garage. We'll take the van.
- Superman, we're up here! - Shut up, before I push the button.
Hang on, Lois.
Schumak?
Blackman?
I told you, it's Superman.
And I told you that unless I make it out of here...
with the money, the whole damn city goes!
- What are you doing? - Helping you.
Go back.
- I'm going. And I'm taking you all with me! - No!
Jack, quick, call the police. Go!
No!
I knew you'd come.
There are two tied up in the west stairwell and two near the roof.
- Take care of him. - Okay, let's go.
Other women catch bouquets. I catch bombs.
I guess that's what makes you so special, Lois.
Here. I'll take care of this.
Hey, guys, we've got a wounded man over here.
Lois. Are you all right?
Lex, I'm fine.
Well. That was a date to remember.
- We even got to spend the night together. - Well, yeah.
- Never knew you were that kind of girl. - I'm just full of surprises.
- Are you all right? - Thank you. I'm fine.
- Amazing night. - Yeah, pretty unbelievable.
I guess you could say that.
I mean, if I ever told anybody about it, they'd probably think I was crazy, right?
Probably.
You know, you still owe me a movie.
- Next weekend. I promise. - You're on.
All right.
I told you Superman wouldn't let us down.
I'm sure he always had his eye on us.
Just another Saturday night in Metropolis.
Yeah.
You know, it's times like these I think maybe...
I should just get a regular boring job.
Settle down with a guy that sells insurance and have two-point-four kids.
Nah!
Well...
I guess I should ride with Lex.
Lois.
Be careful with Lex. You don't know him like I do.
Yeah, well, I guess it needed a lift anyway, huh?
Delivery, Miss Lane.
Send yourself flowers again, Lois?
What a weekend! Now, I know he may not look like it...
but underneath that mild-mannered facade, George is a wild man!
I spent most of the weekend in handcuffs.
So, what did you guys do this weekend?
Sorry I asked.
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