Ugh!
Today's the day!
Yes! Clark, I know you told me
not to wake you up every morning with an update on how close we are
to our camping-slash Bigfoot-finding expedition,
but it's squatchin' time.
Oh, I guess you went jogging.
Without me.
A Flamebird response video? What?
You may have seen the video stream Flamebird making claims like this.
And to sum it up, on the remains of Sub Diego on the Pacific Sea floor
proves that Atlantis is real.
But I'm here to tell you, nah!
Like and subscribe to watch me do this to every Flamebird video ever.
Nah, nah. Oh, yeah, that's a nah.
What?
I waited so we could walk to work together.
Oh, I had some errands to run. Jimmy, I'm going for it today.
Going for our squatchin' trip?
No. I... I mean, that too.
But I'm going to tell Lois that I like her.
Yeah, buddy, I think she's picked up on that.
But I haven't said the words "I like you."
It's just been implied.
But, you know, she's been staring at me nonstop for the past day and--
Speaking of things that are today, the camping trip to find Bigfoot.
I packed the gear already.
So just meet me at the bus stop at 5:00 p.m.
Yeah. That train's going to crash.
Yeah, I'm going to be late. Cover me until I get in.
Thanks.
Lois, it's squatchin' day.
Yeah, sure. I'm all packed.
Random question.
If I gave you a list of dates and times,
would you be able to corroborate Clark's whereabouts?
For instance, on August 3rd, he said he was going to get a bagel,
but he was gone for 20 minutes and then he came back without a bagel.
Also, have you noticed how often he steps out for bagels?
Is this hungry Lois calling?
Do you need a bagel?
No, no, I just... There's this thing I think might be true, but it's crazy.
But I'm 99% sure I'm right.
But before I do anything, I need to be 100% sure.
I have no idea what you're talking about, but I'm at the office.
Oh, good. I'm running a little late.
Can you cover for me? Thanks.
Wait! Remember to meet me at the bus stop at 5:00 p.m...
...for squatchin'.
All right, morning is not going how I envisioned,
but this is still going to be the best--
Scooped!
That's right. It's Steve Lombard,
the Daily Planet's star reporter.
Steve, I know who you are.
- Please do not-- - Think fast!
Anyhow, grab your camera and let's go.
I asked Perry for a photographer
for a special assignment, and you're it.
Get ready for the best day ever!
Y'all know the score.
Crush the alarms, grab the gold and I'll hit the safe.
- Anyone gives you trouble... - Heh.
Let's go.
He's here!
He's here. Go! Go! Go!
What?
Wait, you're--
Rory, help me!
All right, Clark, how do I get you to tell me you're Superman?
Ugh, come on. This isn't the mailroom.
Ugh!
Ugh, what is in this? Dumbbells?
Ugh. Steve.
Lois! Great. You're here.
Huh. Do you need a hand with that?
There's something I need to talk to you about.
Uh-huh?
I know. I mean, anything.
You can tell me anything.
I want to talk to you about...
- writing a story with me. - About Superman?
About the strange tech weapons that keep popping up in Metropolis.
I've got an idea for how to go about it too, um, uh...
Here, it's easier if I show you.
Is that a murder board?
I call it an investigation board.
But, uh, yes.
Livewire's harness, Intergang's weapons, Ivo's Parasite suit.
Livewire stole this tech and unleashed it onto our city.
But someone made these weapons.
I need to find out who that is
before more people get hurt.
And... And there's something weirdly familiar about the tech.
Familiar how?
I... I don't know.
I just know this is important.
And then I got this.
One of the Planet's old dispatch scanners.
Every time the tech weapons have shown up,
- they've nearly destroyed part of the city. - Hmm.
- So if we listen to the scanner-- - We'll hear any reports
of the weapons and can investigate.
And find out where they all really came from.
This is the story I want to pursue.
And I'd love your help.
Hey, I have an idea. Let's ask Superman about them.
I don't think he knows anything about them.
But we won't know until we talk to him.
Me, you and Superman in a room together.
At the same time.
"We"? Are you saying yes to writing this with me?
This is going to be great.
You're the best journalist I know.
I value your input. And this really matters to me.
People have been hurt by these weapons.
You've almost been hurt by them,
and I won't let that happen again
because I... I...
I care about you...
Lois.
And I, uh...
I wanted to ask--
All units, reports of a runaway bus
- on Main Street. - Oh, I forgot all about my bagel in the kitchen.
I'll be right back.
All units, disregard.
Superman stopped the bus.
- Where were we? - All units,
- there's a mugging on 47th. - Cream cheese!
Disregard previous request. Superman has it under control.
Okay, new plan.
Hmm.
Okay, the school of Steve is in session.
And lesson numero uno is that you've got to be prepared
for the real life of a reporter.
It's not all glitzy galas.
A lot of it is hitting the pavement.
The mean streets.
The dark side of the city.
Oh-ho! I got shivers. Take notes.
Oh, uh, uh-huh.
You know, you remind me of me at your age.
Plus, you're clearly the Steve of your group.
What do you mean, I'm the Steve?
I am not the Steve.
Uh, I know a Steve when I see one.
Always on the outskirts. Never really part of the main group.
A lone wolf.
I am not a lone wolf.
It's Kent, Olsen and Lane, journalism pals for life! We're a team.
Oh, my mistake.
So, uh, where were your other halves this morning?
They... They had things to do and something about bagels.
But I've got their backs and they have mine.
Because they listen to what you say.
Well, Lois thinks my ideas are weird, but--
Which she tells you, because there's no secrets among the three of you.
Hmm.
You're a Steve.
No!
Bruh, being a Steve is great.
We're mavericks, making our own rules.
Then living by those rules, which I call the Steve code.
You actually wrote them down?
Why is "never skip leg day" on here three times?
Lesson numero dos, protege. Don't question the Steve code.
- I am not-- - Oh, we're here. Give me a sec.
Clark, I don't know where you are,
but I need you to call me with a fake emergency and get me out of this.
Or answer me at all.
Uh, let's set up here and get to work.
Ugh, this day could not get any worse.
So what am I shooting?
Coverage of the stadium? A practice?
Oh, no, no, no. You're filming me.
Steve! Steve! Steve! Steve!
Uh-huh, okay.
Aliens. Mothman.
The Loch Ness monster,
and that one psychic starfish in Germany,
- Flamebird says it's all real. - Huh?
But I say, nah!
What?
Disregard backup request. - Huh?
Sinkhole is under control, thanks to Superman.
Ugh, this is never going to work.
Reports of suspicious people at McGuinness Luxe Garage.
Hmm.
- Be warned, armed with strange tech weapons. - Hmm.
Stay safe.
Hold it...
right... there.
Uh, Ms. Lane, you can't be here.
There's a robbery in progress.
Heard about the break-in over the scanner
because my good friend is working on a story
about the tech, and I came here to help him.
You know Clark Kent, don't you?
Oh, that young man who works with you and Mr. Olsen?
He's quiet, but thoughtful, upstanding. I like him.
Yep, that's him.
Anyhow, Clark really wanted to talk to you and track down this tech.
So until Clark can show up and ask you questions himself,
I'm not letting you out of my sight.
Superman!
He's already here. Hit 'em and run.
Unh!
Aah!
Watch out!
Superman, are you okay?
Uh, I'm fine. Just, uh...
Come on, come on.
Why does it need more time?
Her gloves aren't working.
I'm sorry, Superman.
Please don't kidnap me like the others.
What?
You're Nah?
You're the guy who's been trolling me?
Wait, you're Flamebird?
Great minds, bruh.
Except you're wrong about aliens.
This is why I'm the mentor and you're the student.
Now get my good side.
I had to do voice-over
for the first vids 'cause I didn't have a camera guy.
Honestly, today is working out even better than I had hoped.
So let me get this straight.
You dragged me out here to blow off work for your video stream?
I thought we had a real assignment.
Does Mr. White know about this?
Like you kids do what Perry tells you.
Besides, this is great.
Just me and my protege.
Two lone wolves making videos.
I'm not like you!
Me, Clark, Lois, we're best friends.
The Three Amigos, the Three Musketeers.
And when you called them to help you get out of working with me,
did they answer you, young D'Artagnan?
I'm not just a handsome face, you know. I notice things.
Look, you guys are tight now, but life goes on.
Things change and people get left behind.
Take it from me.
That's not what is happening here.
I mean, sure, Clark's trying out some new things,
and Lois has her "find Superman" stuff, but we're a team.
Are you sure about that, wolf cub?
Yes, you are wrong.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a Bigfoot to catch with my best friends.
Kidnapping?
What are you talking about?
I've got this, Superman.
Okay, listen up, bud.
I hate two things.
Secrets and liars.
So you're going to tell us everything you know about that tech
and what you meant about kidnapping,
or I let my flying friend here cut loose.
That's not happening.
Then I'll cut loose.
Ms. Lane, please don't threaten people. It's wrong.
Fine.
Tell us what you know or my friend here will worry excessively about your welfare.
Worry about...
Are you kidding me?
He's the one taking us all.
My crew, members of the Gazzo family, bag men, pickpockets.
Every single person who got tech weapons from that Livewire lady is gone.
We were trying to lift a ride to get out of town before he got us too.
I'm not "getting" anyone.
Why would you think that?
I saw you do it.
We were knocking over the pawn shop on 25th,
and then there was this blur and half my crew was gone.
Who else could move that fast?
But I'm not going down easy.
As long as she has that heatwave weapon, she's incredibly dangerous.
What do we do now?
First we have to go back to the Daily Planet.
Come on.
Two targets, headed in different directions.
What's the priority?
Superman can wait.
Get our tech back.
Roger that.
Okay. What do we do now?
Why did we have to come back here?
Because it's too dangerous for you to come with me.
Wait, you're leaving me behind?
I have to stop that woman before she burns down the city.
You told me before you don't know how your powers work.
Do you even know if you're fireproof?
And you still don't know who is kidnapping people.
I'm not letting you go.
I'm sorry, Lois, but I can't let you get hurt.
Stop!
Don't do this. Superman!
Superman! Clark!
You won't get me, Superman.
Huh?
I'm not letting you take me.
I'm not taking anyone. I just want to help.
I have visual on the final target and nemesis Omega.
Permission to engage.
Suit is operating at optimal efficiency.
Integrating the reclaimed tech has made it stronger.
General, there will never be a better time than this.
Permission granted.
Requesting support.
You'll have it.
Mmm.
Huh?
What?
Intergang's freeze ray?
But how?
Who are you?
Oh, that's easy, Superman.
We're the good guys.
Agent Wilson, contain it.
Power fluctuations are wildly off spec.
The enemy is weaker than anticipated.
This technology, these... These weapons, they're yours.
You're the ones kidnapping people.
He's got a super brain too.
Why are you doing this?
As if you don't know.
Drop the act, Superman.
There's no one here to swallow your lies.
You. Who are you?
I'm the one keeping the Earth safe.
Unh! Aah!
Hit him.
Wait. I don't understand--
Again.
No, I didn't--
Again.
Aah!
Again.
Aah!
- Ha! - No!
No.
You need to stop. People need help.
Wilson, take the shot.
No. Stand down, soldier.
General, we have an opportunity and we need to take it.
Not if it endangers civilians.
Remember why we're doing this.
And when everyone dies on the next zero day,
will they thank you
for sparing a handful now? Wilson--
Is this your operation, Mandy, or is it mine?
Hmm.
Wilson, retreat.
Be seeing you, Superman.
- Lois? - Clark!
I was so worried.
You're hurt.
Oh, that's from shaving.
But there's no need to be worried.
I just went home for a... To water plants.
Don't. Don't lie to me again.
What are you talking about?
I've spent all this time worrying about you
and this is how you're going to play it?
Play what?
Fine.
We'll do this the hard way.
Lois!
I knew it!
Lois, please let me explain.
You lied to me, Superman.
I didn't lie to you.
I just didn't tell you everything.
A secret is another type of lie.
Lois, you have no idea what's going on in this city right now.
Then tell me.
You hated Superman.
You said he was a liar
and you were going to find and publish all of his secrets.
My secrets.
I would never do that to you.
I had no idea it was you until after the gala.
How could you think that?
You jumped off a roof!
I don't know what to think.
You kept this from me and I'm your...
I don't know what we were going to be, but that's all over now.
It's Lois. Leave a message or text
if you've got a tip on Superman.
Hello. You've reached Clark Kent.
Leave a message after the--
Fine. Who needs them anyway?
Huh.
Aah!