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But what good is a vow if everything gets blown away? What good was my letter?
I'm going to pass this letter on to all the leaders of the world. I promise you. For it is they , and not I, that represent the people of Earth.
Well, I don't understand.
I'm sorry.
Would you mind taking a walk with me?
Absolutely!
Would you mind waiting for me in the visitor's gallery?
Nno...I mean...you bet.
Awesome!
Jeremy, I need you to tell the people of the world what you see.
I'll try. . .
Well . . . I see the ocean currents. . . and the rain . . . and mountains and rivers. . . but . . .
Go on . . .
But you can't tell where one country begins and another ends. You can't see any borders. It's just . . . one world.
Good. If you can see it, and I can see it, maybe some day everyone will see it.
Close the curtains. The sun is hurting my eyes.
Of course it is. Do you know what the sun is? Why it's just one huge nuclear bomb. A bomb with enough radiation to incinerate an average man like . . . that.
But Superman isn't an average man.
And what am I? A Shriner? No, If you'll join forces with me, together we can make the world safe for war profits again.
Boys, old Lex has a secret recipe in this dish . . . call it a genetic stew. You help me place it on one of your missiles and I promise you . . . if Superman throws it into the sun, he'll get the biggest surprise of his life. I'll be able to introduce Superman to his first nightmare . . . a Nuclear Man!
And this socalled . . . Nuclear Man. . . of yours can defeat Superman?
Do people die in Italian Operas? Gentlemen, if all goes to plan Nuclear Man will return from the sun with power awesome enough to do what none before him has ever been able to . . . pierce Superman's skin. He'll be mortal, he'll get sick . . . and we'll dance on his grave.
And what do we get out of it?
If my plan works, gentlemen, I'll just take a tiny commission . . . something . . .appropriate. . . a number with a lot of zeros after it.
Lex, we all appreciate how you've supported us lately and . . . uh . . . in recognition of your hard work we've decided to increase your commission to 12 percent.
Gee guys, that's swell of you. But . . . I've got another idea.
Regardez. Voila Monsieur David Warfield.
That tycoon who owns all those sleazy tabloids?
Au contraire, mon ami! He owns all those sleazy tabloids and the Daily Planet!
No Paris?
I don't think we're being treated fairly, Lois. And I'm going to tell Miss Warfield.
Clark . . . wait!
The President is about to speak. I don't think it's going to be good news.
You always overreact, Clark. How terrible can it be?
Oh, probably just a picture request. I'll take care of it if you want, Lois.
I don't think 'fan mail' fits this letter. Read it, Clark.
'Are you or are you not part of a plot to weaken our national defense?'
It's her father's grey matter that's weakened if you ask me. How can I ask Superman such a dumb question.
Politely?
. . . Please leave your message at the beep.
Clark, it's Lois. This is the fourth message. I've left. . . Where are you ?
It's just a bad flu, really. How did you know . . .
You haven't been at work . . . you didn't call the office . . . you didn't even call me. How could you not call back?
Superman? Has something happened to him?
Everyone's saying he's . . . dead. But I know that isn't true. I feel it in my heart. I think he just needs help.
You know him so well. But I'm sure he'll manage . . . wherever he is.
It must have been a super effort to get out of bed, Clark.
Well, I'm feeling a lot better . . . almost chipper . . . . . . and all because I had a visit from a very good nurse.
It's brilliant. Daddy thinks so, too. You'll write a new series 'Metropolis After Hours.'
I really don't think . . .
But you're perfect for it. You're young, you're single, you're successful...
And I'm usually in bed by tenthirty.
That's just it! You don't have to flaunt it. You're no slave to fashion ... although ...
They make my eyes itch.
Don't worry. I won't make you do it alone. I know all the right places. I'm a member at all the right clubs . . . We'll start tonight at the grand opening of the Metro Club! It's a date!
You're late. Very late.
Gosh, I'm sorry, we better get in line.
Oh, Clark, you're so delightfully primitive.
I've never been in a place like this before.
This is Metropolis after hours! This is what you'll be writing about. C'mon, let's dance.
Don't tell me. You learned to dance at church socials.
Actually, I had a crash course from my mother the night before my prom.
My prom was so boring. We all flew to Paris the next day to recover . . . Sometimes my whole life seems boring. I thing maybe I should just give everything away and go live among the poor people. Then I remember how smashing I look in sable . . . oh, it's all so confusing. You think I'm silly, don't you?
No ... Metropolis is a confusing place. Back in Smallville my hometown everything was more simple. People would sacrifice everything just to lend a helping hand.
That's not what we were taught. 'Look out for number one' that's daddy's golden rule ... he always ends up with the gold.
Oh . . . no, there's no one back home.
What about here?
Well, my career takes up a lot of my time.
Don't tell me you're waiting for lightning to strike. Wideeyed romantics are an endangered species.
That sounds kind of pessimistic.
No, realistic. There's no magic in the world. Girls just don't get swept off their feet anymore.
I feel kind of lightheaded . . .
Don't worry, I've got you.
Maybe I should sit this one out.
Don't give up. This is a perfect subject for your series on young Metropolis. Now let's get those knees up!
Now you try, Clark. We'll start you off with 60 pounds.
If you say so. Here goes.
He's a jerk. I never noticed it before. Seems like a lot of people I know are jerks . . . . . . Maybe you think the same thing about me. That's why you keep avoiding me.
I'm not avoiding you. I've been very busy and . . . I like you . . . I really do.
Then prove it. Lois is doing an interview with Superman about his peace mission . . .
Yes, I know. I'm sure it will be a great story.
I'll just invite them both to my hotel suite and we'll have high tea. It's very chic.
Gee, I don't think . . .
Come early. The view is so romantic from my balcony.
Hello, Lacy. Can anybody break a twenty? The cabbie didn't have any change.
. . . Let me get my purse.
Shouldn't you pay the cabbie?
Oh . . . Right. . . I'll be back in a flash.
I missed you. It wasn't any fun up there with just Lois and Superman. They're so boring. Let's go do something wild!
But they're expecting us. It wouldn't be polite.
Oh . . . my . . .
Clark. . . !
Hi. Is dinner ready? I'm famished.
Let's sit down. They walk to the table. LOIS calls out to the balcony.
Gee, I'm really sorry.
No mind, it's only antique Irish linen.
Daddy's offered me jobs at some of his other companies. But, I've been thinking maybe I'll take some time off. I'm going to find a place like Smallville, in the country. Maybe a farm . . . see what the slow lane is like.
I'm sorry to see you go.
You don't have to be polite, Clark. I've got a pretty good idea of how you feel about me.
I'm not so sure you do.