Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman s04e10 Episode Script

Who was the last person to see|Eric Press before he disappeared? His parents, Sunday night.
You'd think if it was a kidnapping they|would've got a ransom demand by now.
- The police don't have any leads?|- No.
Something tells me that hackers|aren't a high priority for them.
Hey, Jimmy, you're cyberguy.
|You ever heard of Eric Press? Eric Press, are you kidding? He's, like,|the Michael Jordan of hackers.
Last year, he tapped into the Pentagon|mainframe, pulled off the coolest prank.
It was childish, really immature.
|Frankly, I was appalled.
If he can break into the Pentagon,|he can break into anyone's.
That kind of access is pretty valuable.
- Hey, guys.
|- Hey, Ralph.
- Hey.
|- You hear what happened? Perry just got promoted.
- Get out.
|- Swear to God.
Corporate job.
|He's upstairs getting his stripes.
You're kidding.
When? This afternoon,|right after they let old man Rosen go.
- Circulation problems, apparently.
|- Heart? No, subscriptions are down 8 percent.
Well, great for Perry.
He deserves it.
Yeah.
Who's gonna replace him? Scuttlebutt is,|it's gonna be one of you two.
One of us? But we're not department heads.
|How is that possible? I've been asking myself the "same " I mean, I think either one of you|would make an excellent choice.
Should be interesting|on the marriage, though.
I'm gonna go see what I can find out.
"Wow" is right.
|What are we gonna do? - Do about what?|- About what Ralph said.
If one of us gets the job,|how are we gonna handle that? Aren't we jumping the gun? I mean, maybe they'll pick|somebody else.
Or maybe not.
I wouldn't want to see it|affect our relationship.
Look, if it'll make you feel any better,|I'll take myself out of the running.
- It's not important.
|- It's not that important to me either.
And besides,|you would make a great editor.
Me? No.
You're the one|with all the Kerth awards.
- Honey, you deserve it.
|- Oh, well, I don't know.
What does "deserve"|really mean, anyway? Can we make a pact? We'll be okay, no matter what? No matter what.
- I'm proud of you.
|- Perry congratulations.
We just heard.
We're so happy for you.
Thanks.
Everything's happening so fast,|my head's spinning around like an old 45.
- I'll bet.
|- Now, listen.
I gotta get back upstairs.
I'm still trying|to figure out what my new job is about.
But in the meantime, we gotta|keep the presses rolling down here.
And for that,|you all are gonna need an editor.
Now, this is just temporary,|mind you until we all have a chance to sit down|and sort through things.
That said, it|It was a difficult decision.
It was one of the most difficult|I've ever had to make.
So without further ado the new editor in chief|of the "Daily Planet " is Lois.
|- Yes! I mean, wow, wow, wow.
Printing will tell you they need copy|by 8 to make deadline.
But don't be afraid to switch|out your lead up until 10: 15.
- Right.
|- Lf you have to.
And don't let|the Sales people bully you.
You just remind them|we're a newspaper, not a bus bench.
- Ditto Classifieds.
|- Okay.
Oh, and watch your overtime sheets|Especially the Art Department.
- Or the bean counters will be|all over you faster than the King|can swallow a T-bone.
Got it, I think.
You're gonna make a terrific editor.
I better.
I learned from the best.
Oh, here.
Here.
|Let me get this out of the way.
- My wife, the boss.
|- I still can't believe it.
Now, listen.
You sure you two|are okay with this? I mean, I|I didn't want to ruffle any feathers.
Don't worry, we've already talked|about it.
Everything's fine.
Really.
You sure? Positive, chief.
In fact, I'm kind of looking forward|to sleeping with the boss.
All right, all right.
|I gotta get out of here.
Now, Clark, come on.
Let's let the lady do some work.
What story am I doing? Chief, can I get you a cup of coffee?|What do you need? Yeah, well, you know.
|I'll be back and "forth " picking up things,|checking in on Lois.
- I'll be around.
|- Okay.
Listen, Clark " I" would've picked both Lois and you|to run this deal.
- Problem is, it's a one-person job.
|- That's okay, chief.
I just want you to know, in every|category, you were neck and neck.
It finally came down to|who had more experience.
- That's the only way I could decide.
|- Believe me you made the right choice.
Well Boy, it's hard to believe after 30 years|in the newsroom " I" won't be hanging|my hat here anymore.
C.
K? You're okay, right?|With Lois and everything? Why does everybody|keep asking me? Of course.
Okay, good.
|Because I need your help, all right? See the girl over there|by the vending machines? Darlene, works in Research.
We went|out once, I didn't want to go out twice.
Now every time I turn around,|there she is.
Ever see "Fatal Attraction?" Come on, Jimmy.
Her?|She looks so sweet.
|- No.
There's something wrong with her.
I got dead roses delivered|at my place, okay? - Lf you order me to do something|- "Three-alarm fire.
" she'll get the hint and go away.
- I gotta go.
Sorry.
|- But Yeah.
Yeah.
Okay.
I'll get right on that|for you, Mr.
Kent.
The computers!|They're making the system overload.
Superman, thank God.
- What happened?|- The computers have gone haywire.
They opened the safety valves|on the hydrogen tanks.
People are still inside.
|It could blow any second.
Look at Superman.
What a showoff.
I hate him.
I wish I could just blow him up.
Wait, I am going to blow him up.
That's why we're here.
Right, Eric? Okay, blue boy let's see just how invulnerable|you really are.
You okay? Superman.
- Are you okay?|- Yeah.
It's a good thing|no one else was inside there, though.
I can't even tell|if the blast affected him.
I don't know how to work this stuff.
|You're the computer whiz.
You do it.
- You kidnapped me, Ethan.
|- So? So I'm your brother.
|You can't kidnap your brother.
I used to tie you up when we|were little.
What's the difference? The difference is you're forcing me|to help you kill Superman.
Need I remind you, little brother that he silenced the single|greatest voice who ever spoke? Our childhood hero, Lex Luthor.
Lex died, like, a year ago.
You're just getting around to this? It took me that long|to find Superman's Achilles' "heel " the chink in his impenetrable armor.
And now, thanks to you we know what that is.
Wait a minute, I only hacked into|STAR Labs' computer as a prank.
Nevertheless, you got the key to|Superman's confidential medical "files " and with them,|we know the key to his powers lies in his vast energy reserves.
What did you say? He's like a|One big battery, right? - Yes, but|- So all we have to do is find a way to drain that battery|and make him vulnerable.
And then, when Superman is dead " we" won't be remembered|as some spoiled rich kids.
Like Brutus, and Booth,|and Oswald before us the names Ethan and Eric Press|will live in infamy.
- You're sick.
|- I take after Dad's side.
You don't have a chance, Ethan.
Even a blast that big hardly put a dent|in Superman's bioelectric aura.
So it did affect him.
Barely.
Look.
This monitor|shows his bioelectrical strength.
It dipped for a nanosecond.
It's gonna take a radical force|to really drain him.
Even then you'll need|an incredibly powerful weapon to take advantage of it|before he rejuvenates.
No problem.
You tapped into the Pentagon once.
|You can do it again.
- Jimmy, can you do something for me?|- Anything, name it.
Get a list of the last outgoing calls from|Press' modem line, as soon as possible.
- Gladly.
|- Thanks.
Annie, how's your|subway hijacking story going? Fine.
I snagged|an interview with the suspect at 3.
- Shouldn't have trouble making deadline.
|- Good.
Harry, your lead? The O'Connor murder.
|I got a tip the wife is gonna confess.
- I ought to have copy for you by 6.
|- Perfect.
Ralph? I think we're talking column one.
Everything I got says the mayor's|definitely having an affair.
- Sounds more like tabloid page one.
|- Agreed.
Except for His Honor's pillow talk spills|the beans on some major corruption.
- I'm waiting for my source to confirm it.
|- Okay, keep me posted.
Clark, are you any further along|on that missing hacker story? - Further along?|- Have any new leads? Well, nothing concrete " but" I think I'm close.
That lab explosion yesterday|looks like it was caused by someone tapping|into the computers.
Could be him.
- Can you prove a connection?|- Jimmy's working on a thing that might.
So there's no story there? Again, not yet.
|I just need some time to break it.
Good.
Can I talk to you outside for a second? Be right back.
- Lois, what are you doing?|- What do you mean? If I didn't know any better, I'd say|you were trying to kill my story in there.
Wait a minute,|you are killing my story.
Sorry, but I don't have a choice.
You don't know the pressure I'm under|to generate stories.
It takes time to build good stories, Lois.
|You know that better than anyone.
Miss Lane, excuse me,|but Copy Department's on line 25.
- Be right there.
|- You thought there was a story before.
That's true, when I had one story|to worry about.
Now I have 50.
- They said it's really important.
|- Okay.
Let's talk about this later.
|In the meantime I wanna team you up|with Ralph, okay? Ralph? Lois, you gotta be kidding.
You've got editorial at 5,|the printer's union rep at "5:30 " and Phil needs you to approve|an orthopedic chair.
- Orthopedic chair?|- Copy Department.
- Lois.
|- One second.
Hello? L I mean, Lane here.
No, I don't have my lead yet.
Well, you better prep the subway|as a backup.
Okay.
Thanks.
Did I eat lunch? Lois, you gotta slow down.
|Delegate.
- You can go at super speed for so long.
|- I know.
I just want to do a good job.
Perry put so much faith in me and I|just really, really don't want to blow it.
Honey.
Honey, you're not gonna|blow it.
It's not your style.
But this thing with me and Ralph?|That is just not gonna happen.
I know he's green.
But he might be onto something|and you can help.
Perry used to mix us up all the time|and you never objected to him.
Clark, you're the best reporter I've got.
I can't afford to not have you|on what might be the best story.
Please try to understand.
|I need your support.
Please? Hey, hey.
No currying favor|with the boss, Kent.
- What is it, Ralph?|- Staff meeting.
Are we through? - Oh, God.
Sorry, I forgot.
|- Honey, honey, what about dinner? - I'll just grab something here.
|- My parents are coming.
What? Oh, right.
Yes.
Okay.
No problem.
Put her there, partner.
- Are you Press?|- That's me.
You the one that contacted me? Actually, that was my brother.
He's|the one with the high level access.
Whatever.
Just so we're "clear " we're not having this conversation,|this weapon doesn't "exist " " and" I'm not really here.
I understand.
You're looking at the most|deadly weapon on Earth.
The Quantum Disbander a new and improved version|of the Quantum Disruptor.
It's lighter and more energy conscious|than its predecessor yet still more than capable|of long-range target annihilation.
May I? Mind if I ask|what you're gonna use that for? Actually " I'm" testing to see how much force it|requires to drain Superman's "reserves " which would, according to|my theory, render him vulnerable.
Which would, in turn create a brief window of opportunity|for me to be able to kill him.
And from everything you described,|this weapon sounds like it'll do the trick.
I forgot.
You're not really here.
Totally cool.
I can't believe how late I am.
|You think they'll know it's frozen? Hey, was I supposed to pick up|the dry cleaning or were you? Okay.
I'll get the door.
|You get the phone.
Hello? Yes, it is.
- Hi.
|- Hi, honey.
- Hope we're not late.
|- You guys are fine.
Lois is just on the phone.
Well, we've got to get|the early edition out somehow.
Can't we just rent a truck? - Is she running the newspaper now?|- Actually, yes, she is.
Just temporarily anyway.
Perry got promoted.
|She's the new editor.
Hey, that is great! - Isn't it?|- Yeah, yeah.
- I didn't know editing interested her.
|- Congratulations.
- At least, she never talked about it.
|- Yeah.
Just do it.
|You've got my approval.
Bye.
Sorry, delivery truck broke down.
Lois, we are so happy for you.
Thanks.
It's exciting.
Yeah.
Let's eat.
Sorry.
Just go ahead, start.
Lane here.
Look, son, if this is a bad time,|we could No, Dad.
Everything's just|a little bit crazy right now.
It's fine.
Oh, it's to be expected.
|It's perfectly understandable.
Yeah.
Okay, thanks.
Martha.
Oh, this looks delicious.
|Did you make it? I better get that.
It's your turn to watch her take off|on a moment's notice, huh? Hello? Hello? It'll take her a while|to get all this sorted out.
- I know, Mom.
|- Hang-up.
Let's eat.
- Reports say the east bridge|- What is it? has just given way.
- A bridge collapsed.
I'd better|- Oh, of course.
Go.
Sorry.
Excuse me.
- Lane here.
|- Let's eat.
Good morning.
What's so funny? Just getting coffee.
- Nothing, Miss Lane.
|- Morning.
Everybody's gonna look at you a little|differently now that you're the boss.
Even though you are exactly|the same you were yesterday.
- Oh, here.
Don't mind if I do.
|- Don't they have coffee upstairs? Oh, yeah, but they got that fancy|designer espresso junk.
Tastes like sludge.
Nothing like the taste|of good old newsroom java, huh? So how's it going? You doing okay? Let's just say I had no idea|how much you juggle every day.
You made it look so easy.
You didn't see me|when I first started.
Believe me, I was running around here|like a roof rooster.
- Really?|- Oh, Lois, I was a mess.
It's a ton of responsibility,|you're squeezed from every "angle " it all rests on your shoulders.
And the worst part,|the job can be very isolating at times.
Lois, just give yourself some time.
You got the brass to do this job.
|Otherwise, I wouldn't have picked you.
How is your new job? Do you like it? What's not to like? More money, less hours.
Yeah, yeah.
Well, you know, I|I gotta get back upstairs.
Clark Kent.
- Thanks.
|- Here's what I got on the "mayor " to get you up to speed.
Interview notes, corroborating|witnesses, the works.
Want some? - No, thank you.
|- Suit yourself.
Let me know when you're caught up.
Some of the witnesses' statements|contradict each other.
The interview with the call girl? It almost reads like|she's setting him up.
Well, yeah,|but you read that stuff already? Speed-reading classes.
You said you had|incriminating photographs.
- Ralph, line two.
|- That's probably my source now.
Better let me talk to him alone.
|You know, he trusts me.
Just sit back and watch a real pro|go to work here.
Ralph here.
Yeah.
Yeah, I've been|waiting for your call.
What do you got? The rocket, it's overheating!|We can't shut it down! - "Everybody clear the area!"|- Just a sec.
Hey, where are you going? I forgot my wallet.
I'll be right back.
Hey.
Say hi to your mom for me,|will you? - Yeah, sure.
Okay.
|- "Ralph? Ralphie!" Have you seen C.
K? I've got|the phone records he asked me for.
- Phone records?|- Yeah, you know, on the hacker story.
He's not on that anymore.
|Just put them anywhere.
- Thanks, Jimmy.
|- You're the boss.
How long can a person wait? Let's get out of here! Forget it, let's get out of here! - What's wrong?|- We can't shut it down.
The computer's actually|forcing the engine to overheat.
- Can't you shut off the fuel supply?|- Only by fusing the internal pump.
Superman, we've got a|nuclear warhead in the silo.
- Lf this thing explodes|- I understand.
Go.
All right, the moment it blows, we crash|through the gate and we zap him.
What's he doing? He's fusing the fuel supply line.
How did he do that? - Wasn't supposed to be able to do that.
|- Yeah, but look how much it drained him.
- All right, that's it.
|- No, wait.
Wait.
Look, he's already restoring himself.
How is that possible? The sun recharges him,|it's the source of his powers.
So if we drain his powers|and we keep him out of the sun then that will be our opportunity|to kill him? Look, stop saying|"we" and "us," Ethan.
What am I doing? I'm out of here.
Eric.
Come on.
You wouldn't|kill your own brother.
Would you? You remember Sunday school?|Cain and Abel? I always liked Cain.
Sit down.
This sucks.
Hey, Jimmy, how you coming|on those phone records? You better talk to Lois about that.
She sort of told me|you weren't on the story any longer.
This is nuts.
- You got a minute, Lois?|- Oh, yeah.
Just checking the typesetting.
I just got back from watching Superman|save a test rocket from nearly exploding.
Is Superman all right? Yeah, he'll live.
But whoever caused it|tapped into their computer system.
It's got Eric Press'm.
o.
|Written all over it.
- Think it's tied to the lab explosion?|- Well, maybe, yeah.
Which means that this isn't some prank.
|He's up to something big.
Do you have any evidence|to support that? - No.
|- So you still can't prove a connection? Lois, there's a story here, I know it.
|I just have to find it.
Without hard facts,|there is no story, honey.
I'm sorry.
I can't believe it.
As a reporter,|you would never take that position.
As a reporter, no.
|But I'm talking as an editor.
If I'm wrong, I'll take the heat for it.
But I'm just trying|to do what's best for the paper.
And I'm trying to do|what's best for my "story " and for the people of Metropolis|who might actually buy the paper.
You're not the only one who fights|for truth, justice and the American way.
As I recall, I'm the person|that coined that phrase.
- Your point?|- My point is that without hard facts " I" can't have you on this.
- I'm assigning you to Ralph's story.
|- You don't need a reporter for that.
You need a hook and ladder.
He's|blowing smoke.
He doesn't have a story.
How do you think I look when everybody|sees you on a story that I took you off? - Like you're letting me follow my instinct.
|- Know what I think? You have a problem with the fact|that I'm the one wearing the tights.
Pants.
I mean, pants.
- That's ridiculous.
|- Really? Then why were you|moping around at dinner? How would you know?|You weren't even there half the time.
- You took off in the middle of it.
|- A bridge collapsed.
What do you want? - Well, I was dealing with my own crisis.
|- Yeah, I noticed.
See, I knew this was gonna affect us.
Well, congratulations! First fight.
Honey So are you riding in with me? I'm supposed to meet|Ralph downtown.
We're supposedly meeting his source.
Good.
Yeah.
Well, bye.
Bye.
Morning, boss.
I hope you|don't mind me taking your old desk.
- Gotta be close to Kent now, you know.
|- Oh, yeah, sure.
No problem.
Better get going.
Don't wanna|keep my new partner waiting.
Excuse me.
Sorry, Miss Lane.
Hi.
Hi.
Martha, what a surprise.
|What are you doing here? I was in the neighborhood.
|I thought I could buy you coffee.
Oh, I'd love to.
|But I really can't leave now.
That's what I figured.
|Nonfat, no sugar, right? Dad, what are you doing here? I called the office.
|They said you were here.
Plain cake donuts, right? Yeah.
Believe me, honey,|after 40 years of marriage I can spot a fight coming|a mile away.
Good eye.
This one's a doozy too.
Let me guess.
|Can't sleep, can't concentrate.
- Got a big knot in your stomach?|- The size of an anvil.
And you're constantly fighting|the urge to apologize " even" though you don't think|you have anything to apologize for.
Am I getting warm here? I can't believe we're fighting like this.
I mean, it just seems|like it came out of nowhere.
I remember your mother's|and my first fight.
Total sucker punch.
|I never saw it coming.
Although I forget|what it was about now.
He bought a new truck without|even talking to me about it first.
We were newlyweds and he was used|to still making all his decisions alone.
- And you put a stop to that?|- Yes " but" we didn't talk to each other|for three days.
Worst five days of my life.
|Believe me, felt more like 55.
That's how I feel.
|But what am I supposed to do? I know Lois is under a lot of pressure|right now and she needs my support but in order to give it to her,|I have to ignore my instincts " and" I don't know if I can do that.
|I don't know that I should.
I can't help you out there, son.
But what you're going through|is just being married learning how to deal|with each other's shifting lives.
The problem is that, right now,|it feels like they're shifting apart.
We were a team,|doing everything together, and Now we're apart.
And it hurts me too,|but what am I supposed to do not do the best job I can? Of course not.
Because you're not partners right now|doesn't mean you're not still a team.
That's what makes you two|so special together.
You just need to give yourself some|time.
It's a big change for both of you.
Look, son, you can't expect|to figure it out overnight.
No chance of that happening.
Not if you don't talk to each other,|there isn't.
With everything you've been through,|you should know that better than anyone.
You're right.
You're right.
Thanks for the coffee.
You know, I've always wanted|what's right for my son.
Now I want the best|for my daughter too.
I'm not saying|that the bridge collapse isn't news.
It's just not column one, that's all.
I think we should do|the subway story.
I mean " it's" local news.
|We are a commuter paper.
Of course, no one asked me.
Lois? The subway.
No, it was all over|last night's Tv news.
Ancient history.
|What else do we have? We could go with the mayor story - " but" I don't|- Why did Clark ask you to run these? He was trying to connect up|the hacker's computer with the lab.
I think we had the mayor on his heels|the entire interview.
- He was tripping over his tongue.
|- "Rocket Propulsion Center emergency.
" - The Rocket Center.
|- Excuse me? Hey, Lois, what have you got? - STAR Labs.
|- What about it? Eric Press called STAR Labs' confidential|modem line the day before disappearing.
I'm sorry.
What does this have to do|with the front page? Can you tap into his home computer,|see what he wanted from STAR Labs? Yeah.
It's a piece of cake.
Once I'm in, all I have to do|is check his recently downloaded files.
This looks like|a job for Superman to me.
All right.
Remember, our timing|must be very precise.
Our window I thought we had this discussion, Eric.
No, wait, Ethan.
I can explain.
No, Ethan, not the typewriter! Afraid so.
Not the carriage return.
Knock it off! I've had it, Ethan.
I'm sick and tired of you beating me up|and telling me what to do.
No more! Okay, just put it down, Eric.
I swear to God, I'll shoot you.
I will.
Really? Okay, go ahead.
Shoot.
I dare you.
Don't tempt me.
Oh, but that's exactly|what I want to do.
Tempt you.
See exactly what you're made of.
|If you have the Press family spine " or" if you're still the runt of the litter|I could've offed any number of times.
Go ahead, be a man.
Pull the trigger.
Chicken.
Goodbye, Ethan.
I disarmed it.
You know, just in case.
Whoa, what's he doing with these? What is it? Dr.
Klein's classified medical files|on Superman.
Check it out, it's It's the secret to|how all of his powers work.
- Why would he want that?|- I don't know.
But it can't be good for Superman,|that's for sure.
The lab explosion, the rocket.
What if those were just tests|to see if he? Oh, my God.
- Where's Clark?|- I don't wanna be a tattletale, but - Where is Clark?|- Whoa, he just disappeared again, okay? Said something about a rocket center|or something, I don't know.
Superman, it's happening again.
Only this time it's the nuclear warhead.
|In the silo.
- I'll fly it into space.
|- Wait, no.
It's pressure-sensitive.
As soon as you hit the stratosphere,|she'll blow.
- Where do you put nuclear waste?|- In the silo there's a mile-deep well.
If it's all the same to you,|I'd like to run for my life now.
See, Eric?|I told you he'd save the day.
You superheroes are so predictable.
Eric? As in Eric Press? - I never wanted anything to do with this.
|- Oh, stop groveling.
Anyway, you're wasting|your mea culpas on him.
He won't be around long enough|to exonerate you.
To wit Totally cool.
I wonder|if there's a video game in this.
Now, let's see|if you can handle a second blast.
- Did you hit him?|- I don't know.
I think so.
Over there! I think I got him.
You sure? Nope.
You boys have got|a lot of explaining to do.
Well, well.
Look at this, Eric.
It worked after all.
I'll give you credit, Supes.
Nuked, point-blank,|took all those blasts and look at you, still kicking.
Barely.
Bad news is that your super reserves|are tapped out " and" it's not exactly|sunny in here, is it? Amazing, isn't it? Of all the villains|who've wanted you "dead " I am gonna be the one to pull it off.
A spoiled dilettante|with too much time on my hands.
Lex would be so proud.
- No!|- Oh, yes.
- What are you doing here?|- I came to save you.
- Does this mean you're not mad anymore?|- Are you okay? I am now.
Great.
Wait till Dad|finds out about this.
He's gonna kill us.
Looks like our lead story to me.
- So no corrections?|- Wait, wait.
The byline should have|Lois' name on it too.
- After all, you did crack the case.
|- You "would've " - " if" I hadn't sat on evidence.
|- Maybe, maybe not.
The bottom line|is that we did it together.
Okay.
You're the boss.
Hey, chief,|what are you doing down here? Oh, I just thought I'd stop by,|see how things are going, you know.
God, I love the smell of ink|in the morning.
- But it's not morning.
|- Oh, hell, Jimmy.
I know that.
Just doesn't sound as good,|you know.
Well, we miss you.
- Look, Perry|- Lois.
- You go ahead.
|- You go ahead.
All right, look.
|I'm not gonna beat around the bush.
Truth is, I miss the newsroom|something awful.
I guess after being down here|for some 30-odd years, it's just - It's just a part of me.
|- Perry I don't want you to think I'm asking|you to step aside because I'm not.
It's just that,|after spending the last few days upstairs with those fancy suits,|sipping lattes and taking lunches well, I It's just not my style.
- Chief.
Chief, you should let Lois|- Now, here's what I propose.
Lois, you and I both|run the newspaper together.
Partners, editors in chief.
- What do you say?|- I say, I already have a partner.
Yeah, well, it I guess it was worth a shot.
You don't understand.
|I don't wanna be editor anymore.
No, I understand, it's just that "I " What? You can have your old job back,|as long as I can have mine.
I miss being a reporter as much|as you miss being in the newsroom.
Lois, are you sure? Positive.
You got a deal! Here.
Lois, I got a killer scoop.
|Guaranteed headline.
Oh, don't tell me, tell Perry.
|He's the editor.
What? Perry, swear to God,|you're really gonna love this.
Can we go home and talk? Sure.
- Hey, C.
K.
|- Oh, let me just grab my coat.
Check it out.
Looks like Darlene wasn't out to get me.
|I guess I was a little paranoid, huh? I think you've seen|too many movies, Jimmy.
Yeah.
Good night.
Hi.
Don't forget to lock|your doors at night.
Kind of scary, huh? How quickly things can fall apart.
I guess we were a little naive|to think that it wouldn't affect us.
I should have let you|run with the story all along, Clark.
Are you saying,|if you had to do it over again " that" you wouldn't kill my story? I'd kill it in a second.
If I were editor.
Being editor that's what I won't do over again.
- Are you sure about that?|- Totally.
I know where I belong.
|Where the action is.
And that would be? Usually with you.
Good.
Does this mean we've made up? Yeah.
Is anybody watching? No, why?