Previously on Lois and Clark:
Ladies and gentlemen. I'm the new owner of the Daily Planet.
I promise no interference, only a few minor modifications.
For the first time in 219 years, there will be no edition of the Daily Planet.
I have been in love with you for a long time.
Mrs. Cox, Lois Lane. Mrs. Cox is my personal assistant.
Is that kryptonite in your pocket...
or are you glad to see me?
Will you marry me?
Yes, Lex.
I will marry you.
Elegant, every inch a marvel.
Hello?
- Mr. White. - Clark.
Yes, sir. How are you? You sound tan.
Well, you tell me. I get up around 9:00. Take a walk on the beach.
I get back, Alice has breakfast ready for me.
The weather's perfect, never changes.
Haven't been run down by a cab since I got here.
- You're miserable. - Completely.
How's the novel coming?
Well, not so good.
I've been spending my time trying to figure out...
what really happened at the Planet.
Yep, you and me both. Anything interesting?
Not that I can prove, yet.
Actually, the reason I'm calling is... Have you heard from Jimmy?
He called about a week ago. Sounded fine.
His telephone is disconnected.
I went by his apartment, the landlord said he's been thrown out...
because he couldn't pay the rent.
Blast that kid. Why didn't he tell me?
- I'm gonna start an all-out search for him. - You need any help?
I think I can manage, Chief.
Damn it, Kent, tell me you need my help.
- I need your help. - See, I thought so.
I'll take the first flight out in the morning.
I'll meet you at your place.
- That's great, Chief. I'll see you then. - Good, see you then.
You see, this is right, but this is wrong.
I want the doors on the master bedroom balcony to be sliders...
because French doors make the room look too small.
Lex, the master bedroom is 3,000 square feet.
That's twice as big as my whole apartment.
And what about this exercise area?
Should we move that back down to the ground floor?
No, I think that's right.
It'll be great to get up and see that stair climber...
staring me in the face saying, "Now, Lois, now. "
No, darling, that'll be my line.
- Thank you for understanding. - What?
About me wanting to wait until our wedding night.
I just want it to be special.
It will be.
Lex, could we run through your schedule for tomorrow?
Of course. Please come in, Mrs. Cox.
You'll notice the Series "K" field test is set for 3:45 p. m.
Excellent.
Mr. Luthor?
McDonis in Chicago.
Forgive me. I'll take it in the library.
So, what's Series "K"?
Something we've been working on. The details are confidential.
- Lex and I don't have any secrets. - Really?
Mrs. Cox, is there a Mr. Cox?
He died.
I'm so sorry.
Don't be, I'm not.
Anything else?
Nothing I can't handle.
Good. Thank you, Mrs. Cox. That'll be all for now.
- I don't like that woman. - Why?
She's the best assistant I've ever...
- Lois, if you're unhappy, she is... - No, really, it's fine.
What is it? What's the matter?
My mother's coming in, the wedding preparations...
I know, but what else?
I was wondering how everybody was. I haven't talked to Perry, Jimmy, or Cat...
Clark.
...or Clark in weeks.
All right, so why don't you give them a call?
I think I will.
Have you heard from Jack?
I don't understand that boy. Against my advice...
he fires one of the best criminal lawyers and hires a woman out of law school.
- I tried. - I'll talk to him.
I doubt that it'll do any good.
Have we decided on the 12-car garage...
or the 15?
No cover, no minimum. All girls, all the time.
Girls, girls, and more girls. Seven! Count them.
Seven revolving stages for your viewing pleasure.
How much?
Jack?
You out?
Sort of.
It's no big deal. It's not Alcatraz, it's juvy hall.
- You are in a lot of trouble, pal. - You should talk. Nice gig.
- It's all I can get. - Where you staying?
I got a room at the Y. It's not that bad.
- Want a roommate? - Jack, why did you break out?
I overheard some stuff. They brought in a new kid last week.
He's bragging how he and his brother pulled this frame-up...
planting incriminating evidence in some guy's crib.
- So? - I was the framee.
He was talking about me and the explosives they found in my place...
after the fire at the Planet.
I have to clear my name, Jimmy.
And it's not going to happen for me on the inside. I need help.
- Hello. - Hi, it's me.
Hi. How are you?
Terrific. You?
Great.
So, how's the rest of the gang?
Perry's actually coming out to stay with me for a few days.
We're a little worried about Jimmy.
He moved out of his apartment.
He's okay?
I mean, you'd think if he was in trouble he would call me or you.
- Wouldn't he? - Yeah, I'm sure he would.
How is your new job?
You know, settling in.
You?
I'm busy, exploring my options.
- I'm sure you'll find something. - Yeah.
Well, it's kind of late.
I guess I'm gonna go to bed.
Me, too.
- Clark? - Yes?
I miss you.
I miss you too, Lois.
Good night.
- Chief! - Hey, Clark.
It's so good to see you.
It's good to be back, even if it is just for a couple of days.
Thank you. Appreciate it.
So, what did you tell Alice?
Son, I've been married 25 years.
And if there's one thing I've learned...
it's: Don't lie to your wife.
So, what did you tell Alice?
I told her I was going fishing.
- No word from Jimmy? - Not a thing.
Boy, I wonder where that kid is?
He's right behind you, Chief.
- How are you doing? - Good. Good to see you.
How are you? Where you been?
Well, it's a long story, but first things first. You got anything to eat?
- Yeah. Canadian bacon, right? - You remembered.
Yeah, I'd like to order two large pizzas to be delivered, please.
C.K.
I think you'd better make that three pizzas.
Pete was his name. Pete Black and his brother, John.
Know anything about who hired them?
Just that it was someone important and they got paid a ton of money.
He called him "The Boss. "
All right, Jimmy, Jack.
I want you to find out where we can contact this John Black character.
And, Clark, get me whatever you can on anyone called The Boss.
I'm gonna start digging into some of the Daily Planet finances.
Just like old times.
You two might as well bunk here with me.
What about me?
You're going back to Juvenile Detention Center.
- We'll figure out some way to tell them... - I can't.
Pete Black just didn't happen to get sent to juvy.
He was put there to look for me.
Maybe it's time to call in the big guns.
The police?
No, Lois.
No, Chief. She's too busy getting ready for her wedding.
Excuse me for a sec. I left some clothes in the dryer.
Superman, thank you for coming but it's a false alarm.
The security system's just gone crazy all of a sudden.
- Sorry to take up your time like this. - No problem at all.
Superman. You okay, Superman?
Yeah, I'm okay.
We have the genuine article, Lex. Works like a charm.
I thought it was destroyed, too, Mom.
Then I remembered the chunk supposedly sent to the university for testing.
Yeah, the piece that disappeared.
The key's under the mat, Chief.
I will be careful, Mom. I promise. Yeah, bye.
How in the world did you know I was out there?
- Here, let me take this for you. - Thank you, how you doing?
Good. How'd it go?
Every single member of the Daily Planet's old board of directors...
has been ducking me.
I finally did get a hold of a transcript of the session where they...
agreed to sell the paper to Luthor.
But my instinct tells me they're hiding something from me.
- What I need is some leverage. - I just hope we're not too late.
- The wedding's coming up pretty fast. - Two days.
Maybe it doesn't even matter what we find.
Maybe Luthor is what she wants.
Here all this time, I thought we were trying to save the Daily Planet.
We are, Chief. I just...
I'm just playing with you, son.
You know, women are a little like trout.
You get them on a line, you tug a little bit too hard, they're gonna go free.
You just gotta hope that fate and the currents...
drift them your way.
You still got a couple of days.
Yeah. You're right, Chief. Let's get to work.
Just about every criminal element in Metropolis...
pays protection money to a shadowy character they call The Boss.
Most of them have no idea who he is, those who might are too terrified to talk.
There was additional insurance on the Daily Planet building...
through a subsidiary of Lex Corp called Lexell Investments.
I found John Black. Now all we have to do is set the guy up.
The Planet board originally voted not to sell to Lex Luthor.
Then suddenly they all changed their minds.
They are all also driving new Ferraris.
If Luthor first manipulated the board to sell the Planet to him...
and then burned it down to collect the insurance...
what if The Boss is actually Lex Luthor?
- Okay, good. - Exactly, that's what I thought.
- All right, let's just keep at it. - See you back at the apartment.
Need a lift, big boy?
- Present from Luthor? - I borrowed it.
Well, then I guess you owe him one, don't you?
Clark, come on, get in. Please?
What do you want, Lois?
I want you to come to my wedding.
- I can't. - Why not?
I just... I can't.
You hate him that much? Or is it me you hate now?
I could never hate you, Lois.
But I'm not gonna sit and watch you walk down the aisle with that...
What? Thief, gangster, psychopath, murderer?
Maybe all of the above.
Can't you see what is happening?
You are driving us farther and farther apart.
I'm not the one doing the driving, Lois. You are.
And if you're so sure Lex is filled with good intentions...
you might wanna ask him about Lexell Investments...
and the extra insurance policy they took out on the Daily Planet.
A policy that may have made it very easy to rebuild the paper.
You're an investigative reporter, Lois. Investigate.
Modern surveillance technology is such a beautiful thing, don't you think?
If the Borgias had had it, they'd still be running Italy.
Shall I take the necessary precautions?
A billion for your thoughts.
Sold. You know, I was just thinking how everything is falling into line.
I made the Daily Planet vulnerable for takeover.
I bought it and I destroyed it.
I broke Lois Lane from her comfortable routine...
and made a few bucks in the process.
And when these highly insulting accusations of Mr. Kent prove false...
it should drive the final wedge between Lois and her old life.
Part 1 of your plan is complete.
Time for Part 2: To conclude our business with Superman.
- Is everything complete? - Yes.
Good. Why don't you put in a call to Mr. Kent?
Tell him I'd appreciate it very much if he'd contact Superman on my behalf.
I'd like a word with the Man of Steel concerning Lois Lane.
Not quite ready.
Come in. Don't be shy.
They say that civilization was invented so that men could cooperate...
in the making of wine.
- What do you want, Luthor? - A favor.
A favor? From me? You must be joking.
No, but wait, hear me out. Lois Lane, my fiancée...
should be deliriously happy at the prospect...
of our forthcoming wedding. But unfortunately, she's not.
She misses her friends at the Daily Planet...
particularly Clark Kent.
- So? - So you and Clark are friends.
He was able to bring you here.
I'm not following, Luthor.
I would like you to use your influence to convince Clark...
to attend our wedding. Of course, you are invited, too.
You live in a fantasy world, Luthor.
Neither Clark nor I will ever do anything to support your marriage to Lois.
I see.
Well, then I suppose I have no further use for you.
Bars won't hold me, Luthor.
I think they will.
I live in a fantasy world?
Perhaps my fantasy...
is about to come true.
- It's about time. - Where's C.K.?
I don't know. He should've been here by now.
Crayfish étouffée, anyone?
Actually, we just ate.
Well, you'll eat again. You don't wanna miss this.
See, I use the sweet paprika, not the regular. And cayenne, plenty of it.
But the real secret is in the apple juice.
Just a half a cup.
Okay, let's get this table set.
- What did you get? - Plenty.
This John Black character will do just about anything he's paid to do.
Break in, plant explosives, you name it. Just like he did for this woman, Mrs. Cox...
in the case of our young Jack here.
This is beautiful. We'll get that tape down to Inspector Henderson...
first thing in the morning along with a statement from Jack.
Looks like you're off the hook, buddy boy. Congratulations.
Thanks. I've got something, too.
Mr. Simon Truesdale, former board member of the Daily Planet...
has had a sudden attack of conscience.
He is now willing to admit he received a "substantial cash inducement"...
to support the sale of the Planet to Luthor.
Any particular reason for this sudden attack of conscience?
It may have something to do with a video tape which he hopes...
his wife never receives.
Poor woman.
Not after the divorce settlement.
- What about you, Chief? - Well, now.
Lexell Investments did have additional insurance on the Daily Planet building.
How much?
About twice what it would take to repair it.
Lex Luthor walked away with a cool $75 million.
- Then that's the motive. He's nailed. - What are we waiting for?
Clark. Sit down. Let's eat.
You know, this is all wonderful, of course, but...
the problem is it's still not gonna bring back the Planet.
Well, you see...
Elvis' first recording session with Sam Phillips...
didn't turn out too well.
That was June '54. But, you see...
July, he was right back in the studio.
Started turning out his first couple of hits.
Tell me there's a point to this.
Elvis didn't give up, we won't either. You got it?
Yeah, I got it.
I hope you like it spicy.
A perfect evening. I don't think I've had better garlic chicken.
I think that Chef Andre deserves a raise.
And a magnificent production of Othello.
I particularly liked the black-and-white sets.
I thought they were inventive.
Did you know that Shakespeare didn't write Othello?
It turns out that it was actually written by Dr. Seuss.
- Am I boring you? - What?
Am I boring you?
No, of course not. I'm sorry.
I just keep thinking about that enormous stack of RSVPs on my desk.
Minus a few.
At least my mom's gonna be there.
You know, it's not just my family.
Not one of the people I thought I was closest to is coming.
I just wanted our wedding day to be something I could share...
with Clark and Perry and the others.
I promise that after the honeymoon all these old wounds will be healed.
You still haven't told me where we're going.
- No. - Not even a hint?
No. All right, one: Clothing is optional.
Lex, when the Planet was destroyed, you lost a lot of money, didn't you?
Luckily, I have broad shoulders and deep pockets.
But, I mean, it wasn't a total loss. You had insurance?
Sure. Several policies.
But unfortunately, not enough to warrant reconstruction.
Why the sudden concern?
Well, I can't help but think that...
you bought the Planet in the first place because of me.
I did.
Embarrassed to admit it, but I bought the Planet out of...
some lovesick attempt to bring us closer, to bring my life in tune with yours.
But ironically, it wasn't necessary. Here we are together.
We were meant to be together. It was fate.
We don't even have to change the monograms on our towels.
In here, Mr. White.
- Mr. Stern. - Come in, Mr. White.
- Please sit down. - Yes, sir.
I appreciate you seeing me at this late hour.
- May I call you Perry? - Sure.
I put in a 14-hour day. I always have.
If I show my face at home before 11 p. m., my wife calls the police.
- I'm sure you know what that's like. - Only too well.
Strange we've never met.
I'm very familiar with your work, of course.
- As I am with yours. - I miss reading the Daily Planet.
It has imitators, but no true successor.
Metropolis has lost an asset.
Well, those of us who worked there were proud to call it home.
And, well, that's the reason I've come.
I didn't think you were here looking for a fourth for bridge.
Now, Mr. Stern...
you own television and radio stations.
You have interests in book publishing.
Have you ever considered owning a newspaper?
Perry, correct me if I'm wrong. There is no newspaper.
The Daily Planet was a lot more than just steel girders and concrete.
It was people, it was ideas, principles. Those still exist.
There is a newspaper. We just don't have a place to print it.
Even if that were true, why would I want to own the Daily Planet?
I can't imagine anyone wanting anything else.
I'm sorry. My answer's no. I wish you luck, though, in finding some way to rebuild.
When you do, you have my subscription.
I appreciate it.
I just hate to see Lex Luthor win.
- What? - Lex Luthor.
We've gathered evidence that strongly suggests...
that he's behind the fall of the Daily Planet.
I'd just like to see the expression on his face when I...
I appreciate you seeing me, sir. Thank you.
And how are we feeling today?
Still feeling a little green around the gills, are we?
I, on the other hand, am feeling wonderful.
"She's beautiful, and therefore to be woo'd
"She is a woman, therefore to be won. "
Henry V.
I know it must be tough.
Lying there, seeing me all decked out like this.
On my way to marry Lois Lane...
while you lie there helplessly and suffer.
And tonight...
And tonight won't be just any night.
I love Lois, I do. I really do...
but she's just a little too independent. Don't you think?
- I'll take care of that. - Clark Kent knows where I am.
Yes, I'll have to kill him, too. But that reminds me, which one?
The red or the white? The red for passion and the white for purity.
Well, I agree. Definitely the red.
How strange.
How strange to hear you say my name...
and know that it may be for the last time.
But am I making a mistake?
Will the pain of losing the challenge that you represent...
be worse than the pain of constantly losing to you?
I'll be back when it's over.
Then you and I will have a nice little heart-to-heart.
Have a nice death.
Ten minutes, Mrs. Luthor.
Mrs. Lex Luthor.
Lois Lane Luthor.
Lois Luthor Lane.
Lois Lane...
Kent.
Lois Lane.
Mom, what am I gonna do?
Honey, if you're not sure...
It's too late.
No, it's not. You do what your heart tells you to do.
You are a strange one, Clark Kent.
Am I?
Yeah, but I think I've got you figured out.
- Clark? - Just a sec, Lois, I...
Goodbye, Lois.
The Archbishop?
Yes, I'm sorry, the Pope had a prior engagement.
You look beautiful.
Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today...
in the sight of God and in the presence of these witnesses...
to join together this man and this woman in holy matrimony.
If anyone knows why this wedding should not take place...
let them speak now or forever hold their peace.
Do you, Lex, take this woman to be your wedded bride...
from this day forward, for richer, for poorer...
until death do you part?
I do.
And do you, Lois, take this man...
to be your wedded husband from this day forward...
for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health...
to love and to cherish until death do you part?
I can't.
Lex, they came!
Stop the wedding. You can't marry this man.
What, is there an echo in here? I just said that.
- What's the meaning of this? - Luthor, you're through.
We have all the evidence against you we need.
Evidence? Evidence for what?
This is a warrant for your arrest for arson and crimes too numerous to mention.
- You're out of your minds. - You have the right to remain silent.
You have the right to an attorney, if you can't afford one...
Shut up. I can afford a thousand attorneys.
I'll have your badge. I'll have your head for this.
Get me the Governor on the phone. Get me the President!
Get him on the phone!
Et tu, Mrs. Cox?
Lois, I'm sorry.
We'll take a rain check.
- Something's come up. - Let's go, pal.
You let go of me!
Don't worry, we'll get him. The building's sealed off.
This way, this way.
Honey, I know things haven't worked out the way you planned but...
Why? Because this is the way every girl dreams her wedding's gonna be?
Sorry, Superman, no time to chat.
I'll just take my pound of flesh and...
I've always been such a good judge of character.
Don't blame yourself. He fooled all of us.
- Not me. - I never trusted him.
Where's Clark?
Right here.
He's heading for the penthouse.
It's over, Luthor. Give it up.
Lex Luthor will not live in a cage!
Luthor, no!
Did you know this is the tallest building in Metropolis? Did you?
Top of the world.
I can't.
I wish they'd get it over with and tear this place down.
Yep, too many memories.
Most of them good.
There's a lesson to be learned in all of this.
Why am I not surprised?
Well, we should appreciate what we got when we got it.
I know I've said this before...
but I just hate that Luthor got his way in this one thing.
He didn't. Look!
What is that?
Great shades of Elvis!
We'll start on the building next week...
but first I thought we'd announce we're back in business.
I reconsidered your proposal.
And I agree with you, Mr. White. Metropolis does need the Daily Planet.
Besides, one more nail in Lex Luthor's coffin will suit me fine.
I do have some ideas about modernization.
- Modernization? - Yes, improvements, expansion.
Wanna see the plans?
Mr. Stern, just a doggone minute here.
Stern!
What do you mean by modernization?
I've never seen anything so beautiful in my entire life.
You never gave up on the Planet...
on your friends, on me.
I couldn't.
You just named probably everything in this world that's precious to me.
I don't think I've ever...
Will ever meet anyone quite like you.
- Lois. - Clark.
- No, let me go first. - No, not this time.
Lois, I'm sorry about a lot of things.
I wanted to bring Luthor down, but I never wanted to hurt you.
I shouldn't have said anything...
about the way I felt towards you.
It put you in an incredibly awkward position.
- No, Clark, I really... - No, the truth of the matter is, Lois...
it wasn't true.
I'm not in love with you.
You're not?
I would've said anything to stop you from marrying Luthor.
- Well, if that's how you feel... - I want the same thing you want.
For us to be friends. Partners.
Forever.
What did you wanna say?
Nothing. What you said... I'm just, that sort of...
Help! Somebody please help me!
Can you excuse me for a second? We can continue this later. I have to go.
Sure, why not? Go.
Run off and disappear like you always do when we're having a discussion.
Well, I guess everything's back to normal.
I'm not done with you either, big fella.
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