Previously on Lois & Clark:
Excuse me, is one of you Clark Kent?
Mayson Drake, deputy DA.
No matter what happens, I'll never lose Clark.
I love you.
You're not the only case I'm working on.
Mayson! No!
Resurrection.
Oh, my God.
Life is but a journey.
The road may be long...
...the road may be short.
In the case of Mayson Drake, it was tragically short.
Let us pray.
"Into your hands, Oh, Lord, we commend thy faithful servant, Mayson Drake.
Receive her into the arms of thy mercy...
...and to the blessed rest of everlasting peace. Amen."
You realize that getting rid of Mayson Drake solves only half our problems.
If that pill she got her hands on is found by the wrong people...
- We're looking for it, sir. - I don't want looking, I want finding.
Are you okay?
The last thing she said to me was...
..."resurrection."
What was she trying to tell me?
Maybe you'd like a few minutes alone.
I'll meet you at the car.
Clark! Clark!
Sorry, Mr. Gables.
- A little mistake with the original dosage. - "A little mistake"?
If Resurrection is to succeed...
...I can't afford any more dead friends waking up.
Now that's good. Watch out.
- Shut her down. - Hey! Wait. Stop.
- You got a problem, lady? - That body you just buried, it's still alive.
It opened its eyes and it looked at me.
No, I know what I saw. Stop!
Lady, they don't pay me enough for this aggravation.
- It's still alive. - Look...
...I got a work order to plant this guy in 29-B.
Now, unless I get a court order telling me not to, I'm planting him.
- But, Clark! - Lois. Lois, come on.
You probably just imagined it. Come on, think about this.
We've all been under a lot of stress lately. So let's just go back to the office, okay?
Come on, come on.
After death, it's not uncommon for a body to have involuntary movements, Lois.
Fine. Never happened.
Lois...
...my car is in the shop. Could I borrow your car tonight?
I met this incredible girl this morning...
This morning? At Mayson's funeral? That's so tacky.
It didn't start out that way. Honest. It just happened.
I thought Angela was the love of your life?
- Yesterday's news. - Well, that didn't take long.
I'm young. I'm single. I gotta keep my options open, Lois.
She left me for a guy with a Ferrari. Are you happy?
Can I borrow the car, please?
Tell you what. I'll lend you my car if you call Perpetual Pines...
...and find out who they just buried in plot 29-B.
Deal.
29-B?
How are you doing, son?
Clark?
Okay, I guess.
- How's the story coming? - Slow.
I can't seem to get a handle on it. I don't know what's wrong.
You need a couple of days off, you let me know. Okay?
Oh, there's a federal DEA agent coming down here this afternoon.
He's looking into Mayson's death. Maybe he can help you with your investigation.
Why's the DEA involved?
Oh, I don't know. Maybe they think it's Mob-related.
You know, Mayson had a lot of enemies in the Intergang.
I could get in her office, look at her files...
No, the police have got it cordoned off. Well, but then...
...when has a little police tape ever stopped you two, huh?
This shouldn't take long.
I could get into any door in this city.
I know, and that worries me.
Find some connection to Intergang, or what she meant...
...by "resurrection." It would be something she was working on recently.
Well, here's something she received the day before she died.
It's a file on somebody named Stanley Gables.
Anything on Intergang or resurrection?
- No. - Well, keep looking.
Well, how's this for recent?
It's still warm.
A meatball sandwich?
Molanaro's. Best in the city.
Go ahead, take a bite. They've got peppers that'll knock your socks off.
- Who are you? - The cleaning man. Who are you?
The cleaning woman. How's that for a coincidence?
We're all cleaners. Guess the agency overbooked.
You know...
...l'm a very sensitive guy. I just hate it when people lie to me.
But you don't mind lying yourself.
Touché.
But I've got the gun, so my lie takes precedence.
Unless you're Superman, I wouldn't recommend it.
Please, don't get the wrong impression.
I really am a fun guy.
You should see me at parties.
You know, you have the most incredible eyes.
Well, it's been real.
And don't forget, check out Molanaro's, when you're not so tied up.
Guess he was never a Boy Scout.
His eyes were beady. Beady and shifty.
I wouldn't say shifty exactly.
They were soft and warm.
They were beady. Thin lips, hard-set jaw.
I don't think hard. I think chiseled...
...and his lips, they did this cute little thing where they curled up when he smiled.
Who's that supposed to be, Pinocchio?
Hey, I'm an editorial cartoonist.
You want a portrait, get a camera.
Lois. Clark.
In my office now.
Agent Scardino, this is Lois Lane and Clark Kent.
- You? - You?
- Small world. - You all know each other?
Agent Scardino?
Oh, please. Call me Daniel.
- Do you always leave by the window? - I left my macaroni salad on the roof.
Why didn't you identify yourself?
What, and spoil all our fun?
I don't remember you or Miss Lane here whipping out any press credentials either.
Obviously, I've missed something here. Is there a problem?
There is if Agent Scardino is Washington's idea of solving Mayson's murder.
Washington had nothing to do with this. In fact, they suggested I keep my distance.
They have this crazy idea I'm some kind of loose cannon.
I wonder where they would get such a crazy idea like that.
If you're not here officially, why are you here?
Because I know who designed the bomb that killed Mayson Drake.
A con by the name of Sean Macarthy.
That guy who was responsible for that series of drug-related bombings in '89?
The same. I lost someone very close to me in one of those bombings.
I thought Macarthy died in prison three weeks ago.
So they say. Hit on the DA says otherwise.
I know Macarthy's m.o. Like the back of my hand.
I was the one that put him in prison.
Somehow, he's out there again.
So your idea of solving Mayson's murder is looking for a dead man?
Yeah, I guess you could say that.
So if you come across any information that might help...
...l'd appreciate you letting me know.
I'm staying at the Bristol.
Please, don't take this the wrong way, but are those eyelashes real?
Of course they're real.
Boy, they're pretty.
Agent Scardino, let me show you the way out over here.
Just show him to a window, chief. I'm sure he'll climb out.
Can you believe that guy?
Who does he think he is, Mel Gibson?
- I don't know. I think he's kind of cute. - Give me a break.
So, what are you looking for?
Sean Macarthy's obituary, since he's the only lead we have.
Here it is. He died of natural causes. He's survived by his mother...
...Colleen Macarthy.
That's a picture of Sean when he was 10.
We took that the day before he blew up the garage.
Look at those dimples.
He was such a cute little boy.
You know, Sean was actually responsible for me taking up needlepoint.
When he went to prison, I had to figure out some way to support myself.
Now I sell these at swap meets.
Now, that's the last picture ever taken of Sean...
...two weeks before he died.
Isn't he adorable?
Mrs. Macarthy, did Sean have any friends?
Only one that I know of.
They were pen pals.
- They wrote to each other? - Heavens, no.
They met in the pen.
You know, I think that he might've mentioned him...
...in one of these letters that he wrote me from prison.
Tea's ready.
I'll be right back.
Have a look.
This one was sent the day before he died.
"This is probably the last letter I will be writing you from prison.
If you don't hear from me, don't worry, just know that I'm in a far better place."
Sounds like a man who knew he was gonna die.
Lois, I'm gonna go wash up real quick. Excuse me.
I'm gonna wash up.
Superman, what happened?
I was in the area when I spotted this. It would've burned this entire house down.
Oh, my. We're very grateful to you, Superman. Would you like a cookie?
No, thank you, ma'am. I'm watching my calories.
Bye-bye, now.
My, he's quite a big boy.
- What happened? - Somebody tried to burn down the house.
But that sexy Superman fella was in the area and he saved us.
I'm a bit weak in the knees.
I think I better go lie down for a while.
Would you mind if we kept these for a few days?
Be my guest. They'd be safer with you.
How's your seaweed, sir?
Disgusting.
Oh, I know, sir. But you do need your iodine and B6.
Listen to this, Albie.
"Brilliant scientist invents new diet pill."
I suppose STAR Labs will give him, what, a blue ribbon and a new car?
All they gave me was a pink slip.
- For one little mistake. - Hey, I didn't make a mistake, they did.
Oh, absolutely, sir. It's just that you did mention to me that STAR Labs...
...hadn't authorized the experiment you were working on.
You don't achieve greatness by playing by the rules!
With all due respect, sir, I don't know if the four technicians...
...who died of the Alpha virus would feel the same.
What about my pain, huh?
Every day, this virus eats away another piece of me.
So don't think I don't know about sacrifice.
Mr. Gables, I don't wish to upset you any further...
...but we did run into a little snag with the letters.
Tell me they were destroyed.
No.
Superman showed up.
- I'm hyperventilating, Albie. - Please, Mr. Gables...
...the stress is very bad for you.
Why don't we just rethink the whole idea.
I tried the legal system and it failed me.
The people of Metropolis have spoken...
...and now they're gonna suffer the same way I am.
I thought that it was STAR Labs that you wanted to hurt.
You mean, you want to kill everybody in Metropolis?
If I just wanted to destroy STAR Labs, Albie...
...I would've burned it to the ground.
I wouldn't have invented the Resurrection pill...
...and gathered the three best criminals in the world.
Which reminds me, we have work to do.
- You needed something, Mr. Gables? - Yes, Mr. Macarthy, I do.
- Lois? - It's open, Clark.
I picked up some books from the library.
Bartlett's Quotations, Jung's Collective Unconscious, Tolstoy.
Anything with any reference to resurrection.
- Hope you're hungry. - Get anything from the letters?
No, not yet. But I'm only halfway through them.
You probably haven't eaten all day.
Here, I made these.
Too much curry. I knew it.
Do you want some wine?
Lois, is there any reason why we're not getting down to work here?
Actually, there is.
I wanted to ask you something.
I need to know if I'm yesterday's news.
- What? - You know. Stale, old.
I mean, it's been a week since our first date and our first kiss.
You haven't said a word about it. It's like it never happened.
Lois, I'm sorry if it feels like I've been ignoring you lately, but...
Just a second.
- Hi. - Agent Scardino.
- Call me Daniel. May I come in? - Well...
Sorry to drop in like this, but I was thinking...
...maybe if we start working together...
Look who's here. If it isn't the man with the smoldering eyes.
What are you talking about?
Mayson's diary.
Pretty steamy stuff. Read like an Emily Brontė novel.
You read Emily Brontė?
Well, what can I say. I'm a hopeless romantic.
Rumaki. My favorite.
Too much curry.
It's perfect. I like it spicy.
Anyway, Kent. She wrote some really passionate purple prose, mainly about you.
And you said you were just friends. You holding out on me, Kent?
Well, Clark was probably the only person in Metropolis...
...that didn't know that Mayson was madly in love with him.
Who's holding out on who, Scardino? You took the diary.
I'm willing to share.
You work with me, I'll work with you.
Now, what have you got for me?
Well, the last word Mayson said before she died was, "Resurrection."
The last entry in her diary was:
"Resurrection equals Macarthy" with a question mark.
- Daily Planet, how may I direct your call? - Hi, Clark.
- Where you been? - Checking on Wild Man Scardino.
Turns out that he's been on probation more than any other DEA agent.
Anything else?
Yeah, he's also their most decorated agent.
- Still reading Macarthy's letters? - Yeah.
I've been thinking about this last letter he wrote...
...about being in a better place.
What if he wasn't talking about the hereafter.
What if he was just talking about a better place outside the prison walls.
So you're saying you think he faked his own death?
- Dan says that the bomb... - Wait. Wait. I'm sorry. Now it's "Dan"?
What is with you? What is so bad about him?
What is so good about him?
A lot of things.
Okay, he's a little different.
Anyway, he said that the bomb that killed Mayson...
...could only have been built by Macarthy.
- Lf that's true... - Okay, I'll play along.
So maybe we should pay Macarthy's pen pal a visit.
I already made an appointment. The guy's name is Big Buster Williams.
You'd better take a look at these. The camera at the police impound...
...caught this guy, poking around the remains of Mayson's car.
He ran off before they could catch him, though.
This is the guy I saw buried alive at Mayson's funeral.
It does look like him.
I mean, how you described him to look. But we saw the coffin buried. I don't get it.
I don't either.
But if he's interested in Mayson's car, so am I.
Officer Highland to the Police Impound Office.
What do you think we're looking for?
I don't know.
Officer Caplan, bay three.
Lois, could you hand me a nail file?
Why do men always assume that women have nail files with them?
I'm sorry. But do you have a nail file?
Actually, I do.
But only because it's part of my pocket knife.
Officer Frank, please call squad commander.
Sergeant Lever, report to bay two.
Hey, what made you think to look in there?
The French Connection.
It was Mayson's favorite movie.
Really?
Nice work.
See the basement?
STAR Labs has a subzero chamber there.
That's where they store the virus.
So how do we get to it?
There's an air vent that leads directly to the chamber.
Exactly what makes this virus so special?
It's airborne. It's lethal.
And there's no cure.
Anyone who comes in contact with it will die a very painful death.
Except for us, of course.
Of course. You'll be wearing protective masks.
This air vent is pretty narrow.
- Nobody in this room is gonna fit. - That's right.
We're still missing one member of our team.
Your old cellmate.
You mean Buster?
Albie's gonna take a little trip today.
Sir, are you sure there isn't any other way we can get even with Metropolis?
Getting cold feet, Albie?
No.
No, no, sir. No. It's just...
Well, exposing everyone to a lethal virus seems...
...I don't know, a little severe.
Nobody cared about my life!
I did.
Oh, yes.
Yes, you did.
Big deal.
Did Professor Hamilton say how long it's gonna take to analyze that pill?
We should have the results sometime this afternoon.
How do I look?
Appropriately cheap.
Just let me do most of the talking.
You usually do.
Excuse me. We're here to see Buster Williams.
Hey, Buster, you got another visitor.
That's Big Buster Williams.
Hey, Buster. Macarthy was right.
You're the best-looking guy in the joint.
Hi, I'm Angel. Macarthy's old lady. This is my brother, Spike.
That's some killer outfit.
Yeah? Thanks.
Macarthy never told me he had a doll.
Well, you know him. He never talked much.
You kidding? Motor Mouth Macarthy?
So...
...did he send you to fill me in on the job?
The job?
You want a glass of water or something?
No thanks, Spike.
I'm okay.
He's dead.
I guess that really is a killer outfit.
Oh, my God.
Lois.
I got that info you want on that guy buried in plot 29-B.
Diego Martinez, serving 20 years for bank robbery.
He's an expert at getting past security systems, except the last time.
It says that he was in good health and died suddenly. Cause unknown.
There wasn't an autopsy. The prison infirmary says...
...they send the bodies directly out to the cemeteries.
What's that?
The report on that pill we found in Mayson's car.
It's a form of synthetic barbiturate that can:
"Induce a temporary state of suspended animation."
Why would somebody wanna kill Mayson over this?
Clark, this is gonna sound kind of out there.
But what if Mayson found out somebody was using this pill...
...to get criminals out of prison by making it appear as if they died.
That is out there...
...but it's also a great way to break out. Who would look for you if you were dead?
But the cemetery would have to be in on it.
I'm feeling a sudden urge to plan a funeral.
Who would want to spend eternity in that?
Someone who had their eyes closed.
So sorry to keep you waiting.
I am Mr. Sunshine.
Please, accept my condolences at this difficult time.
Was the dear departed a relative?
- My uncle. - My aunt.
He...
He was a cross-dresser.
At the time of his death, we weren't sure what he...
She was.
I see.
We have questions. Could we go to your office?
I carry my office with me.
This way we don't waste any valuable ground.
When you're a cemetery, use of space is very important.
Now, I have only three words to say: Location, location, location.
The plot is everything.
I see.
Well, actually, I was interested in caskets.
Could you show me that one?
Well, those are the economy models...
...but if you insist.
Quite frankly, they offer very little moisture protection.
They're just slightly better than a sandwich bag.
What about that one?
Ah, our Happy Trails model.
An excellent choice.
One-hundred-percent moisture-proof and silk-lined.
Cotton tends to wrinkle so. Don't you agree?
I think we have to talk it over, but thank you very much.
Of course. Check around, kick a few handles.
And when you're ready to buy, we'll be here.
Looky-loos.
All three of the prisoner's funerals were paid for...
...by a man named Albie Swinson. I'll call Jimmy, see what he can find out.
I'll meet you at 29-B. If somebody is digging these guys up, maybe I can find evidence.
Lois, you okay?
Yeah, thanks to Agent Scardino.
Please, call me Daniel.
Lucky you were nearby.
- Yeah. - Yeah, how did you know?
That you'd be here?
I don't know. I guess we just think alike.
Well, I guess you don't need me.
Funny, I thought he'd be friendlier than that.
Yeah, I wonder what's with him.
Anyway, I should probably go find Clark.
Hold it. Someone just tried to kill you.
I think you've had enough cemeteries for a while, young lady.
"Young lady"? Haven't been called that since I went to the prom...
...and I didn't bring the car home.
I just saw Superman fly off. Are you okay?
I am perfectly fine.
Talk some sense into your partner. Someone tried to run her down. She needs protection.
- Do you want me to take you home? - No offense, but as a federal agent...
...l'm more qualified to offer protection.
- Scardino, no offense, but as her partner... - Hold it, both of you.
I am perfectly capable of protecting myself. Now I am going home alone.
Way to go, Kent.
Wait, wait, wait!
- Wait, wait! - Scardino?
Please call me Daniel.
What do you mean, breaking into my house?
Lois, as much as I fantasized about being in this position with you...
...you're crushing my legs.
Look, I'm sorry. I rang the bell, you didn't answer.
I was drying my hair. I just got out of the shower.
Yeah, I can see that.
I cannot believe I defended you to Clark. He was right. You are crazy.
I don't answer the doorbell, so you come from the roof?
I was worried about you, okay?
Sean Macarthy is an animal. For all I know he was trying to kill you.
Just what do the words, "I do not need you to protect me," mean to you?
Look, I already lost one woman I cared about to Macarthy.
It is not gonna happen again. You got it?
Who was she?
My partner, Jenna.
She was bright, sensitive.
A little mouthy sometimes, but then I'm not exactly a monk.
And Macarthy was the bomber?
Excuse me.
Clark? What are you doing here?
I know it's late. But I found out Albie Swinson...
...works for a man named Stanley Gables. Ring a bell?
Gables.
Yeah, that was the name on the file on Mayson's desk.
Oh, there's more. According to the prison sign-in sheet, Albie visited...
...Big Buster, Martinez and Macarthy on the days that each one of them "died."
- What do you think of that? - Fascinating.
And well told too. Of course, you're a writer, so you're good with words.
Agent Scardino just dropped by to chat about the case.
That must have been some chat for you to need to shower.
- See you later. - Clark.
I think you better go.
Okay.
But I'm not going far.
- Hello? - Miss Lane?
My name is Albie Swinson. You've gotta help me.
Albie Swinson?
Please, the toxins in his body are poisoning his mind.
He's going to kill innocent people.
Who, Gables?
I can't say any more on the telephone.
Meet me at Perpetual Pines, plot 29-B, in half an hour.
Oh, Albie, Albie. You disappoint me.
Hi, this is Clark. I'm not home. Please leave a message...
... and I will call you as soon as I can. Thanks.
Clark, where are you at 5 a.m.?
Okay, I don't have time to explain. Just meet me at Perpetual Pines.
Clark!
I thought I was the only one who came in with the roosters.
I had a lot of research to do on a guy named Stanley Gables, chief.
We think he might be tied in to Mayson's death.
Gables? Gables. I know that name.
Wasn't that the fellow that used to work for STAR Labs?
One of their top chemists.
He created something called the Alpha virus.
Right. He had an accident in his lab, and that virus killed four people.
Yeah, apparently it wasn't authorized, so they fired him.
Then he sued, blaming STAR Labs for the accident.
Oh, yeah. I remember.
Jury didn't buy it. In fact, we ran an editorial praising the verdict.
You know, this guy just wouldn't take responsibility for his own mistakes.
- Something wrong? - I wanted to tell Lois to meet me...
...at Gables' house, but she's not answering.
Where could she be at this hour?
- Where's Albie? - Albie couldn't make it.
Guess I'll just have to go jogging alone this morning.
I don't think so.
Sorry.
Yeah. All right, there it is.
All right. Come on, let's do it.
- Come on. Let's go. - Ready?
Easy.
- Put it down easy, in these brackets. - Looks good.
Hey!
Hey, I'm alive in here! No!
Oh, my God.
Oh, man.
I must have really died because, Angel, this is heaven.
Casket transport in progress.
Gentlemen, I believe Buster is about to arrive.
Casket transport complete.
Man, this is heavy.
I thought you said Buster was a little guy.
Now, what are you doing in there?
Would you honestly believe anything I say?
No.
Miss Lane, I presume?
My man in the cemetery was baffled at your disappearance.
It was a unique escape plan, I give you that.
I could return the compliment.
Mr. Macarthy.
I believe love seats were made for two.
Well, gentlemen, our team is now complete.
- Hello, Kent. - Where's Lois?
She's in bed, like any normal person at 6 in the morning.
Hey, did you bring me a doughnut?
She's gone. And what are you doing here, anyway?
I slept on the fire escape. You know, in case she needed me.
She must have snuck out when I went down to the gas station to use the...
Yeah, that fine. What do you know about Stanley Gables?
Just what you said about him last night.
You don't think that Lois went down to see him by herself?
One thing you should know. She's very...
Bold. Headstrong. Unpredictable.
- To say the least. - Woman after my own heart.
Check camera two right there, will you?
Bad news. You got bugs.
Got to spray.
Looks pretty quiet to me.
Why don't you go around back, see if you can find an open door.
This one's open.
After you.
Security systems are down.
- Put the bomb right on the freezer lock. - Gotcha.
You're sure you know how to get to the subzero chamber?
Just be on the roof in five minutes.
- Where's Gables? - STAR Labs.
He's going to release the Alpha virus into the atmosphere.
I'm gonna try to find a phone and call the police.
Buster always delivers.
Everybody loves a good Stephen King novel.
Now the city's got to live one.
I don't usually hurt people on purpose, but for the killer of Mayson Drake...
...I might make an exception.
Don't go far.
There's nothing more you can do to me beyond what STAR Labs has already done.
Justice will be served.
It's not justice when innocent people are made to suffer for your mistakes.
Yes, it is.
Get away from me!
No!
No.
You should've died with your partner, Scardino.
Please, call him Daniel.
Quite a story, kids. I'd give my set of gold-plated Elvis spoons...
...to know what makes a guy like Gables tick.
Well, that's the way it is today. Everybody sees themself as a victim.
It's like nobody takes responsibility for their actions anymore.
Well, I, for one, take responsibility for mine. Right now, I got a paper to put to bed...
...so I can get out of here in time to have a little candlelight dinner with Alice.
Night, Perry.
- Night. - Night, chief.
So, Lois, you wanna go see a movie or something?
Yeah. That sounds nice.
Something funny.
Okay, I'll call and see what's playing.
Hi.
I just came by to thank you for what you did.
Oh, that's okay.
And also to ask you a question.
What would you say if I asked you out sometime?
Are you asking me out?
I didn't say that. I said, "What would you say if I did?"
I don't know.
Tell you what. The agency is keeping me around Metropolis for a while.
Why don't you think about what you might say...
...and we'll talk.
Well...
...looks like you have some choices to make.