Clark: Good luck with that.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Man: If you're not a member
of the press society,
you won't be on my list.
Lois: Check again.
"Lois Lane." I've written a hundred stories for the Daily Planet.
I'm sure
you've heard of it.
Man:
It I've heard of.
You -- not so much.
Again, I'm sorry.
Lois:
Thank you.
Okay, obviously there's been
some sort of mistake.
It's not like I squeezed
into five-inch booted heels
for my health.
Man:
Miss lane,
there's simply nothing I can do.
Lois:
Actually, there is.
You can tell Edward R. Murrow
that he can kiss this cub
reporter's sweet little ass.
Chloe: Lois!
Lois:
[ Sighs ]
Chloe, thanks for coming.
The gargoyle at the gate was
letting in everyone but me.
Chloe:
Come on. My car's parked
around the corner.
Lois:
[ Sighs ]
That was the event
for journalistic achievement,
and Lois Lane
isn't even a "plus one."
Chloe:
Lois,
you're an amazing reporter.
Lois:
Uh, correction --
was an amazing reporter.
You're only as good
as your last story,
and I wrote mine
so long ago
it was practically
with a feather pen.
I need
that news splash --
the pregnant man
or an impeached president...
or, better yet,
a rendezvous with a superhero.
Chloe:
I thought you gave up
on the costumed crusaders
after The Red-Blue Blur
ignored your open letter
begging for an interview.
Lois:
Can you blame the guy?
What was I thinking?
If you want your first interview
with a rock star,
you don't start
with Springsteen.
Chloe:
[ Chuckles ]
I had idea
you we such a groupie
of the red, bold, and blue.
Lois:
Well, who isn't?
The man has reinvented
the American hero.
Think about it.
He saves people.
He's mysterious,
completely unavailable.
What part of that
doesn't scream "Lois Lane"?!
Chloe:
God, you seriously have a crush
on him, don't you?
Lois:
I respect his heroism,
professionally.
But even when I did
lower the bar
and tried to slum
a Green Arrow interview,
it turns out
Mr. Emerald Chaps
is another closet case
when it comes to publicity.
Chloe:
Lois, they wear costumes because
they don't want publicity.
Now, hurry up.
I'm parked illegally.
Lois:
Ugh. Hold on.
These heels are silent killers.
[ Inhales sharply ]
Chloe: No!
[ Man grunts ]
Man:
Just give me the keys.
[ Grunts ]
Ugh!
Ohh!
[ Engine turns over ]
[ Tires screech ]
This one's
for your friend. Ohh, g--
[ Breathing heavily ]
Man: Who the hell are you,
some sort of superhero?
Lois:
You bet I am.
Call me Stiletto.
Chloe:
I know, Davis.
I was sidetracked.
I'll be home in like 20 minutes.
You're still
in the basement, right?
Doctor: Miss Sullivan?
You took a pretty hard hit
to the head.
You should stick around
for observation.
Chloe:
I'm fine, thanks.
Doctor:
It's my professional advice
that --
Chloe:
I appreciate that,
but I do have to go.
Clark: Chloe,
is this what it takes
to get a call back from you
these days?
Are you okay?
Chloe:
Yeah, thanks for coming.
Sorry about being the invisible
best friend lately.
Clark:
Where have you been?
Chloe:
Um, Watchtower.
[ Chuckles ]
Just when I thought
I'd hit my fill
of, uh, high-maintenance men,
I take a job from Oliver.
Clark:
I thought
he was off the grid.
Chloe:
He's in Syria,
sort of incommunicado
with the rest of the world,
which is why I'm glad
you're here.
My laptop
was in my backseat
when the carjacker
peeled away.
I've been using it
to update my Watchtower
databases from home.
Clark:
Chloe,
those files contain details
nearly every operation.
Chloe:
Hence the panicky flare
with everything
I've been saying.
And before you bite my head off,
I admit --
I know -- I never
should have taken it home.
Clark:
Just tell me
it was encrypted.
Chloe:
But not un-hackable.
Clark:
Okay,
I'll find your computer.
Did you get a good look
at the mugger?
Chloe:
I got a good look at the asphalt
after he hit me.
But there was
another witness.
When I came to
in the ambulance,
Lois was raving about
some mysterious heroine
who swept in
an
d saved the day --
Stiletto?
Clark:
Must be some kind
of knife expert.
Where is Lois, anyway?
Chloe:
[ Chuckles ]
[ Chuckles ]
There may be a new superhero
in town.
Where do you think
she is?
Lois: Page 10!
Why don't you just bury
my Stiletto sighting
with the classifieds
while you're at it?
Editor: The next time you pull me
from a press-society banquet,
at least get me a story
with a picture.
Lois:
Something tells me Stiletto's
got a bad case of camera shy.
She's not posing
for a head shot.
Editor:
Get her in action
on the street.
Lois:
Sure, no problem.
I'll just ask to see
her schedule of upcoming saves.
Editor:
Wh-- did I misjudge you,
Lane?
I thought your game was all
about the power of persuasion.
Get the picture!
Clark: Lois.
Chloe told me
about the attack.
She said you mentioned someone
named Stiletto?
Lois:
[ Sighs ]
Ence Smallville.
Tomorrow you can drool over her
with the rest of the world.
I'm fine, by the way.
Thanks for asking. It's not every day
that a superhero
entrusts me
with her phone number.
Clark:
She gave you her number?
Lois:
Sorry.
My eyes only, Smallville.
Clark:
Lois, this carjacker
took Chloe's computer.
It has all her Isis
client information on it.
If this Stiletto was the last
person to see this guy, I need to talk to her.
Lois:
Look,
if you want to help Chloe,
why don't you go downtown
and talk to the thug
they did catch?
Maybe Stiletto left enough teeth in his mouth
for him to rat out
his buddy.
Bruno:
[ Sniffing ]
Rye whiskey, double.
Right away, Mr. Manheim.
Hey, ugly.
The boss wants to see you,
and he doesn't look very happy.
[ Sighs heavily ]
I bet he's not --
Mr. Businessman.
Jimmy: Hey, uh, real quick --
sorry.
[ Exhales
sharply ]
look, uh,
I-I know I just started,
but I was wondering
if I could, uh,
get an advance
on today's pay?
Yeah.
Just had some...
stuff...Come up.
I'll talk to Ricky.
But this is
the last time.
Jimmy:
[ Sighs ]
[ Sniffs ]
I was hoping,
at the very least,
A.J. was arrested
for a Dolce & Gabbana.
Somebody clocked us.
We had to get out of there, Mr. Milano.
Ron: Bruno, I'm trying to pull us out
of the streets.
We finally cracked
the metallic tint
with those green rocks
from Smallville.
We can make all the money
in the world,
and you're out there
snatching purses.
Bruno:
It's not
about the door prize.
It's about
reminding people
we're the ones
who own this town,
not some cape-wearing
circus freaks.
Ron: Yeah.
Between the gash on your mug
and A.J.'s shiner,
you two clowns
are real intimidating.
How can you
just sit back
and let these vigilantes
take over the streets,
our
streets?!
Ron: Enough!
We are done
with petty street crime!
We are a business now!
Bruno: Yeah, you're --
you're right, boss.
Maybe it's time
for Bruno Manheim
to climb
that corporate ladder.
[ Silenced gunshot ]
[ Breathes deeply ]
Next we say good night
to the wannabe heroes,
starting with Stiletto.
That one's personal.
Jimmy: Lois?
[ Sighs ] Lois, come
I cat be late for wo
what are you doing?
Lois:
Picking up your rebound.
Jimmy:
Lois.
I'm, uh --
I'm really flattered,
but I just broke up
with Chloe.
Lois:
Ew. No.
I mean
rebound your career.
Nothing numbs the pain
of a breakup
like good,
old-fashioned work.
Jimmy:
Look,
I'm not here to be saved.
You mentioned 100 bucks.
Now, what do you
want me to shoot?
Lois:
[ Sighs heavily ]
Metropolis'
newest superhero.
Incoming.
Meet...
Stiletto.
I was gonna sew an "S"
into the chest.
Is that tacky?
Jimmy:
Lois...
you're not serious.
Lois:
Well,
not about the whole
"cleaning up the streets" part,
obviously.
But...
...I sort of quoted Stiletto
in one of my articles,
and my editor said that I need
a photo to get a page one.
Jimmy:
Well, I guess I didn't see
the ant
asterisk
above "Lois Lane's Rules
to Reporting"
that said
"or just make it up."
Lois:
Hey, unlike you,
some of us haven't gotten
our up-close-and-personal
with
The Red-Blue Blur yet.
Now.
[ Camera shutter clicks ]
Jimmy:
You know, look,
I know that you're dying
for a story with the guy,
but he doesn't talk
to anybody.
No offense, but...
why's he gonna talk
to you?
Lois:
Exactly.
The Red-Blue Blur
might not talk
to me at first,
but a fellow superhero
like Stiletto
might just get his attention
long enough
to pitch the writing prowess
of the great Lois Lane.
Ready?
Jimmy:
[ Exhales sharply ]
[ Mera shutter clicking ]
Jimmy:
Hey, well,
good luck with that.
Last I checked,
he's kind of invisible.
Lois:
But crime
in this city isn't.
And when that police scanner
goes off,
The Red-Blue Blur
is never far behind.
E-mail those photos
to my editor.
I'm off to talk
to a real hero.
Clark: Chloe, it turns out Lois' superfriend
may be our only hope
in getting your laptop back.
According to met P.D.,
Stiletto's
take posted bail
before they ever got him
behind bars.
Chloe:
Well, I haven't been able
to find any more leads
on Stiletto's
whereabouts,
but you might want to take
a look at this.
[ Keys clacking ]
Clark:
"Bluretto"?
[ Computer beeps ]
Chloe:
you know you've made it
when you have your own fansite.
And it looks like
your fans
are doing
a little matchmaking.
"No one understands a hero's
life of solitude better
than a fellow cape"?
[ Chuckles ]
"These two lonely hearts
belong together."
Who thinks
this stuff up?
Chloe:
Are they that far
off the mark?
Clark:
Look, Chloe,
romance is the last thing
on my mind right now.
Chloe:
I know,
but
let's face it,
you thought you found your
superpowered soul mate in Lana,
and I haven't heard you say
a word about her since she left.
Clark:
That's because
I have you.
Chloe:
[ Chuckles ]
Come on, Clark.
I know I haven't been the most
reliable sidekick lately,
and Oliver and his gang
are M.I.A.
Having someone on speed dial
who knows what it's like
to lead a double life
might not be
such a bad thing.
Clark:
My double life and I
are just fine.
I'd rather focus on finding Stiletto
and getting
your computer back.
Chloe:
Okay.
But bold as she may be,
I seriously doubt we're gonna be
able to call her out
by putting a spike heel
over a klieg light.
[ Keys clacking ]
[ Static, police-radio chatter ]
Lois:
Isn't it almost your bedtime, Smallville?
Clark:
Just finishing up some work
while I'm still motivated.
Lois:
[ Sighs ]
Slow night.
Clark:
I'm good
if you want to go.
If The Red-Blue Blur
calls,
I'll be sure
to patch him through.
Lois:
Oh, that's right,
because your idea
of being a hero
is making sure there's still
paper in the fax machine.
Clark:
Just doing my job.
Lois:
Well, you're wasting
your midnight oil
because,
between the two of us,
the editor is only counting
the empty coffee cups
on my desk.
Clark:
And that's because
you're in the big leagues
and I'm still just
a copy boy?
Lois:
No, because you're doing way
better than anyone expected!
Woman: Attention,
downtown unit --
silent alarm
at Riverside Jewelry
on Fifth and Water,
handle code 1038.
Clark:
Well,
I better go feed Shelby.
Lois:
[ Exhales sharply ]
I should hit the gym.
[ Air whooshes ]
Jimmy:
I know I'm late.
I, uh, I got caught up
in a little project.
Are you taking pictures
of the sunset, bar boy?
Jimmy:
[ Chuckling ] This is a ce tele-macro zoom.
[ Chuckles
]
Used to be a...journalist,
didn't you?
What are you doing here?
Now, this is interesting.
Blondie looks a lot different
when she's sweating.
[ Both chuckle ]
Adorable.
Jimmy:
Give me my camera back.
Unh-unh-unh.
[ Camera beeps
]
what's going on here?
Do you know her?
Jimmy:
Her?
Yeah.
No.
That's just a fluke.
[ Exhales sharply ]
Where is she?
You having a hard time
hearing me?
[ Chuckles ]
I said,
"Where is she?"
[ Breathing heavily ]
Where's Stiletto?
Jimmy:
I have no idea.
Look, I don't know
where she is.
What is wrong
with you?
It's like you want me
to kill you.
[ Grunts ]
Who's the hero now?
Way to go.
Now he's out.
Bruno:
Ah, he's worthless.
But it seems everyone
is in on Stiletto.
Get Ricky to hack
into that stolen laptop.
In the meantime,
I want you to go
right to the source.
Let's see what else we can
squeeze out of blondie.
[ Alarm blaring ]
[ Material squeaking ]
Lois:
Wonderful.
Very stealth, Lois.
[ Inhales sharply ]
Ugh.
Next time, I call myself "Nike."
[ Sighs heavily ]
He beat me here.
Hello?
Are you here?
Clark: Are you The Stiletto?
Lois:
[ Exhales sharply ]
Can I just say
it's an honor?
Clark:
Lois?
Lois:
[ Exhales softly ]
[ British accent ]
Lois?
Who's Lois?
I'm Stiletto.
I should get back
to my cave.
Clark:
Lois, you could have a bag
over your head,
and I'd still
know it's you.
Lois:
[ Sighs ]
[ Normal voice ] Go figure.
I want The Red-Blue Blur.
I get the exact opposite.
Clark:
What do you think
you're doing?
Lois:
What are you doing?
You're supposed to be
feeding Shelby.
Seriously, is there any woman
in your life
you haven't stood up?
Clark:
I saw the way you looked
at that scanner,
and I know how much you want
this superhero story.
So I came here
to make sure you were okay.
You're obviously not if you're
impersonating The Stiletto.
Lois:
Okay, first off, it
's
just "Stiletto."
There's no "the."
And second,
I'm not impersonating anyone.
I am Stiletto.
Clark:
You made up a fake hero
so you could write her story?
Lois:
Yeah.
[ Siren wailing ]
Lois:
Stiletto's only the beginning, Clark.
These heels could kick open
some major doors for me. What if Stiletto could help me
land a one-on-one
with The Red-Blue Blur?
Clark:
Oh, this Blur,
he [Sighs]
He avoids reporters
for a reason.
What would you say to him
no one else
already has?
Lois:
I wouldn't say anything, Clark.
I'd listen.
Clark:
What if he's not looking
for a best friend?
Lois:
Superpowered or not,
every Fred needs a Barney.
Unless it's based
on a lie.
Clark:
Besides,
it could be dangerous.
Eventually you'll find yourself
in a situation
you can't Stiletto yourself
out of.
Lois:
Stiletto kicked ass
last night.
You should have seen the guy
I sent downtown.
Clark:
I couldn't --
by the time I got there,
attorney named
Moynihan
already got him off
before I could talk to him
about Chloe's car.
Lois:
Chris Moynihan?
He represents Ron Milano.
Clark:
The biggest crime boss
in Metropolis.
Lois:
Then let's go save
the world.
I'm in the market
for a sidekick anyway.
Just don't slow me down.
Clark:
I'll find Milano
on my own.
You're gonna do everything
you can
to make sure your Stiletto story
doesn't get published.
[ Gasps ]
[ Glass shatters ]
Did you know your transmission
slips a bit in third?
Chloe:
What are you doing here?
What do you know
about Stiletto?
Chloe:
Stiletto? I don't know
who you're talking about.
Let me go!
No!
Ugh!
[ Breathing heavily
]
you do not want
to lie to me.
Chloe:
I swear to God I don't know
who Stiletto is.
I never saw her.
Okay, sweetheart,
but if you do,
I'd like to leave
a message.
Chloe:
[ Gasping ]
[ Screaming ]
[ Creature growling ]
[ Screaming intensifies ]
[ Bones crunch,
screaming stops ]
Lois: Hello to you, too.
Expecting Freddy Krueger?
Chloe:
What are you doing here?
I thought you were
tracking down Stiletto.
Lois:
Well, the story broke
a proverbial heel.
It's not happening.
Chloe:
Oh. Bummer.
Oh, well.
I mean, it is Friday night.
There's bound to be
a tequila shooter
out on this town
with your name on it.
Lois:
Why don't you go out,
you
know, have fun
I'm not actually here
to hang,
but 10-4 on the loud-and-clear
un-vitation.
Chloe:
[ Sighs ]
Jimmy's not answering
his phone,
and I was just wondering
if perhaps you knew --
where my ex was?
Lois:
I thought that's what Facebook updates were for.
Why are you even
looking for him?
Chloe:
I needed his help
photographing something,
and now I need his help
burning the evidence.
Lois:
Fine.
You know what?
Surprise!
I'm Stiletto.
Chloe:
Lois.
Oh, my God,
you did this for a story,
didn't you?
Lois:
[ Sighs ]
Okay.
Clark's diatribe is still
ringing in my ears.
I don't need it
in Surround Sound.
I get it.
I messed up.
Lois:
[ Sighs ]
You've never gotten in
over your head?
Chloe:
Actually, Lois, um...
...can I tell you
something?
Lois:
Sure.
Chloe:
Jimmy should be
at the Ace of Clubs.
[ Chuckles ]
I really need to remove him
from my Facebook friends,
don't I?
Lois:
Yeah.
Chloe:
[ Chuckles lightly ]
Lois:
Thanks, Chloe.
And...
thank you
for understanding.
Chloe:
Anytime, Lois.
[ Door closes ]
Ricky: Hey, Bruno,
check this out.
I just unlocked a whole mess
of files.
Who the hell
are these guys?
[ Groans ]
Ugh! [ Coughs ]
[ Breathing heavily ]
Jimmy?
[ Groans ]
Jimmy. Ugh!
[ Breathing heavily ]
How the hell
did you get back here?
[ Groaning ]
[ Fighting in distance ]
Bruno: Do you know
who you're talking to?
Do you know who I am?
You want to mess with me?
You want to mess with me?
You want to push me?
You want to push me, punk?
Ugh!
Oh, my God.
Ricky: Hey, come on, Bruno!
Back up, man!
You're gonna kill him!
Seriously? Ohh.
[ Breathing heavily ]
Clark Kent of the Daily Planet.
Looks like you reporters think
you got a little story here.
Oh, that's it.
[ Breathing heavily]
Wow, that's far.
If you want,
I can tell you how it ends.
Come on, Lois.
[ Glass shatters ]
Lois: Ugh!
That worked.
Jimmy.
Stiletto has no idea
what she just stepped in.
[ Groans ]
Lois
[ Gunshot ]
Clark!
[ Gun cocks ]
Lois:
Clark!
Hang in there.
You're gonna be just fine.
Oh, my god.
Dial 911.
Why did you do that, Clark?
You didn't need to be
some kind of hero.
Clark:
[ Straining ]
Lois..
you have to get me
out of here.
Lois:
[ Sobbing ]
Okay. Okay.
The medics
are on their way.
You're gonna be fine.
Clark:
[ Grunts softly ]
[ Exhales sharply ]
[
Breathes shakily ]
Lois:
[ Sobbing ]
Lois:
[ Exhales softly ]
Nothing like
a double-frosted bear claw
to ease the pain
of a flesh wound, right?
Oh, and I, uh, didn't know
whether you wanted your copies
single-sided or double,
so I did both,
and then I thought,
"Hmm, three-holed
or no-holed?"
And I didn't know,
so I did both,
which is why there's...so many.
Clark:
Lois, you didn't have
to do
all this.
But thank you.
[ Groaning ]
Looks like you got
your cover story after all.
Lois:
[ Chuckles ]
I guess.
Clark:
You guess?
The last time your name
was above the fold,
you held
a Champagne toast.
Is there something
about this article
that's still
bothering you?
Lois:
Fine, I admit it.
Sometimes
the Lois "Fast" Lane ambition
ramps into cruise control
and gets away from me.
Clark:
Those mob guys
would still be on the street
if you hadn't come
to my rescue.
Lois:
[ Chuckles ]
Your rescue.
Yeah, right.
You're the one
with the...
Smallville,
if you hadn't been there to...
Clark: You're welcome, Lois.
I hope this means
that Stiletto's hanging up
her heels for good.
Lois:
Gladly.
Those heels were giving
my blisters blisters.
Besides, if Manheim
had better aim,
you'd be dead.
And it was really sweet
of you to, you know,
throw yourself in there,
but I never should have put you
in danger.
It's not like you save lives
for a living.
Clark:
No, there's only one
Red-Blue Blur.
Lois:
[ Chuckles ]
Honestly,
I don't envy the guy.
After walking a mile
in Stiletto's shoes,
I was reminded
that I am not cut out
for that life
of solitude.
Clark:
I didn't know there was room
for introspection
underneath that costume.
Lois:
Wow. Look who got grazed
by a funny bullet.
[ Sighs ]
You weren't gonna eat this,
were you?
Man: Hey, man.
Didn't think I'd be hearing
from you again.
Jimmy: Yeah, well, let's just get this
over with, okay?
Man:
You're the one that said
he was strapped for cash.
Jimmy:
Well,
I guess things change.
[ Exhales sharply ]
[ Door opens ]
Chloe:
Hey, Clark!
Thank you.
I never thought
it would feel so good
to be reunited with a bunch
of silicone microchips.
Clark:
I grabbed it
before the police arrived.
So hopefully Manheim wasn't able
to pull any files off it.
Chloe:
Well, rest assured,
Tony Soprano, Jr.
Is my last close call.
I am done traveling
with all of my techno treasures
in one basket.
Clark:
Are you
expecting company?
Chloe:
Uh, no.
[
Chuckles ]
Turns out that my body's
natural reaction to stress
is to bake undigestible amounts
of food.
Clark:
Really?
After all the near-apocalypses
we've been through,
I've never seen more
than a chocolate-chip cookie
come out of that oven.
Are you okay?
Chloe:
It's --
I mean,
you almost died yesterday...
for my computer.
Clark:
[ Chuckles ]
Chloe,
you made an honest mistake.
I'm fine.
I know you better
than that.
This is not
about a computer.
What's wrong?
Chloe:
Nothing.
Really, I'm fine.
Look, I apologize for being
a little off my game lately.
It's just
that after my divorce
and Brainiac
and now playing Watchtower
to a bunch of needy superheroes,
I forget that I need to be
all smiles all the time.
Clark:
Chloe, no one expects you
to
bounce back from everything
you've been through.
I just want you to know I'm here
for you if you need me.
Chloe:
I know.
But right now I really just need
a little bit of space...
not a supersave, okay?
[ Chuckles weakly ]
[ Door open, closes ]
[ Vehicle departing ]
Lois:
When am I gonna learn
that a wild-goose chase
for a story usually ends
with a rotten egg?
[ Telephone ringing ]
Lois:
Hello?
Clark:
[ Mechanically altered voice ]
Is this Lois Lane, the reporter?
Lois:
Who wants to know?
Clark:
This is
The Red-Blue Blur.
Lois:
[ Scoffs ]
Yeah, right.
How do I know you're not
some deep throat wannabe
with a lot of time
on his creepy hands?
[ Air whooshes ]
Clark:
Look down.
[ Normal voice ] I received
your letter, Miss Lane.
Lois:
Call me Lois --
if you want.
And while we're at it,
do you want to weigh in
on the whole
"Red-Blue Blur" thing?
Because it's kind of a mouthful
on this end.
Clark:
I think there's probably
a better name out there,
and if there's anyone
who'll find
it,
it's you, Miss Lane.
Lois:
I'll put my best men
on it.
And by "men,"
I mean me
because I work
in the basement
and employ
pretty much no one,
unless you count
my intern.
I'm sorry. I'm rambling.
Clark:
[ Chuckles ]
You're nervous.
Lois:
Can you read my mind?
[ Scoffs ]
Who am I kidding?
It's Saturday night,
and I hightailed it down here
because I have one obsession
right now, and it's you.
And when you didn't respond
to my skywriting,
I just --
Clark:
[ Mechanically altered voice ]
it was a nice ony the
between you and me,
I could use a little work
on that subtle thing.
You know
there's nothing wrong
with taking your job
seriously.
Lois:
There is when you don't know
who you'd be without it.
Clark:
Something tells me
you know yourself
better than you think.
Lois,
you're a great reporter --
all on your own.
You don't need a hero
or some gimmick
to make a headline.
Lois:
Thanks.
My editor would kill me,
but...
I don't want this story.
What I've really been
wondering is...
what is it that you need?
I mean,
you've dedicated your life
to a city full
of strangers.
And I'm not saying
that I know what it's like
to be a hero, but...
even the fastest blur
in the world
can't outrun loneliness.
I guess
what I'm saying is...
...if you ever
want to talk --
totally
off the
record --
I'm only
a phone call away.
Clark:
I'll keep that in mind.
And, Lois...
when I'm ready to tell
the world my secret,
you'll be the first
to know.
[ Click, dial tone ]
[ Chuckles ]
the murderer inside.
I want you
to stay with me.
