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Unlisted number, Shall we proceed?
Well...flashlight?
I think you'll be able to remember it. I doubt you'll misquote me.
If I do, you can punish me. Fly me to Bermuda and just lave me there for two weeks. This is fantastic! I wish Clark were here.
Who's Clark? One of your colleagues?
Not exactly. He's kind of a rewrite man. Actually, he's a bit dull, if you know what I mean.
Oh, I've got to get some matches. My cigarette.
I'd appreciate it if you didn't smoke.
Oh. Well, where do we start?
Ask, You're the girl reporter.
Okay. Let's start with these strange powers of yours.
You think they're strange?
I didn't mean that in any pejorative way.
I guess they are a little odd.
Well, I mean it's not everybody that can deliver an air mail letter without putting a stamp on it.
I wouldn't do that. It's against the law.
Oh.
The reason I can fly is because my molecular structure is so constituted that I have a lighter density under Earth's gravitational force.
It must feel great.
It's not bad.
How old are you?
Thirtyfive.
How much do you weigh?
195 pounds.
What about this XRay vision of yours?
What about it?
Can you really see through anything?
Uhhuh.
Is it true you're impervious to pain?
Yes. Although I can get a headache just like anyone.
Do bullets really bounce off you?
Only when somebody shoots them at me.
What color underwear am I wearing?
Pink.
Can you actually fly faster than the speed of sound?
Sure.
Do you like pink?
Very much.
Where do you hail from?
Well, I was born on a planet your scientists don't know too much about. It's in the Xeno Galaxy. Or it was. It was called Krypton. That's KRYP...
Here's the story on that East 19th Street murder spree. Page one with a banner headline seems about right to me.
It does, huh? Clark Kent, I'd like you to meet Lois Lane.
Lois, take Kent there and introduce him around
Okay, but...why? No offense.
Lois, the kickback story...
Nine to five it's a Pulitzer Prize, I know.
I was going to say that there's only one 'p' in subpoena. What the hell did you major in at Radcliffe? Middle English? Nice job on the teamster's update, Kent.
If one of you can get that I mean, I want the real Superman. Who is he? Where's he from? What's his favorite ball team? What's up?
He is. Usually.
Whoever comes up with that will make Woodward and Bernstein look like Abbot and Costello.
I don't know what to say. Look, I I just
Enjoyed it?
I guess I got carried away
My son, I foresaw this. I knew
No! You couldn't imagine
How good it felt!
How good it felt
....to feel yourself. Very well. You are revealed to the world. But still you must keep your secret identity. First of all, you will need it as an escape valve. You cannot be special twentyeight hours a day
Twentyfour.
Or twentyfour as it is in Earth time. Furthermore, if you will reveal yourself, your enemies will have a way of getting at you where you are vulnerable: by hurting the people you care for. Ah, this Earth...this world you live in, KalEl... Resist its temptations, its rewards, especially its political system.
There are none of them any good anyway.
And it is forbidden for you to interfere with human history. All you can do, KalEl, even now that you have...found yourself...is help them to evolve. Set an example. Show them they must strive towards the light. And... remember us...
It's the only logical conclusion. If he remains here, he'll be as dead as...
as we will be.
Lara, please...
But why Earth, JorEl. They're practically animals.
They are primitive, Lara, but they are not animals.
A million years behind us. JorEl, he's only a baby.
Their atmosphere will sustain him. He will look like one of them.
He'll be weightless.
Yes, true. But on other worlds there would be other problems heat, cold, no life, no life support systems...No, Lara, believe me; Earth is the least of evils. On Earth, his lighter gravity will render him almost weightless that can't be helped. But with his denser molecular structure, he will also be strong. He will be fast, He will be virtually invulnerable.
He will be odd, different.
Well, physiologically, he... won't quite fit.
You've been doing some research in the archives.
I want to know what my child is going to face.
Then you have on of those 'feelings.' It was called: 'love.'
It's a ...baby.
What's your name, boy?
Don't just stand there gapin' Jonathan. Can't you see he's cold?
Well gotta change that tire if were gonna get home.
All of us.
The good lord works in mysterious ways.
He sure as heck does that.
All these years, happy as we've been, how I prayed and prayed He'd see fit to give us a child. And just when I finally accepted my bitter lot... No one must ever know.
Folks'll ask question.
We'll say he's a child to my cousin in North Dakota, and just now orphaned. Poor thing.
Guess I'd better hitch up the rig and come back to get that...that thing he was settin' in. What do you make of that thing? Martha? You listening?
I was thinkin' what to call him. I was thinkin' I had an uncle who was a fine man, you recall him? The Church Sexton
Who? Clark? I never cared two hoots for that fella. Jonathan Jr. That's got a ring to it.
We don't want a child called 'Junior,' ain't that so, Clark? Why sure it is.
Got all A's this year. Teacher said he's the best 5th grader in the
Don't brag now, Jonathan.
Oh, dear. That isn't what I
What your mother means, Clark, is that she don't want folks to think you're special.
I bless the day you came to us, son. You know that. But some people wouldn't understand.
What're you writing, Lois?
an Ode to Spring. are there one or two "T's" in bloodletting?
Two.
'And the people on the street, the little man who runs the corner newsstand, the old lady sunning herself on the stoop the kids playing stick ball none of them will ever forget the night of senseless bloodletting that turned a friendly block part into a nightmare.'
Boy!