Superman: Doomsday

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Just look at him.

So sleek, so powerful...

...so beautiful.

Like some great

golden god made flesh.

Of course, any sensible god

would demand absolute obedience...

...in return for his favor.

But, no, our Man of Steel

protects us and keeps us...

...with no strings attached.

And the people, hmm...

...they practically

worship him anyway.

Enjoy your reign

while you may, Superman.

For as surely as night follows day...

...there comes a time

when even gods must die.

I don't care how many weeks

you spent on that story, Lane.

The Daily Planet is not about

to attack a charity organization.

You know Lex Luthor couldn't care less

about the homeless, chief.

It's a front to siphon money

back to LexCorp...

...so he can fund the manufacture

of high-tech arms...

...to sell on the black market.

Allegedly.

Look, how many exposs do I have to write

before Metropolis wakes up...

...and sees through

Luthor's philanthropy shtick?

As many as it takes.

But it helps to have a smoking gun.

You sure you're not

on LexCorp's payroll, chief?

You've been mighty soft

on the prince of darkness lately.

Excuse me for not wanting

to be sued for libel, again.

Well, LexCorp's going down...

...whether it's me

or Superman who does it.

If it's Superman, that makes it news,

and I'll be happy to print it.

Kent, shouldn't you be

on your way to the airport?

I always make my flight, chief.

Just packing the last of my things.

Well, don't forget to write.

Sure thing, Perry.

Articles, Kent, articles.

That's what foreign correspondents do.

Perry's really broken up

about you leaving.

Ah, he'll miss me

when I'm gone, Jimmy.

Well, I'm off to Afghanistan, Lois.

Happy trails, Smallville.

Guess I'll be seeing you.

Don't step on any landmines.

Two miles below Earth's surface.

Even Superman can't see us here.

Luthor's sure to be happy about that.

- Heat's fricking unbearable.

- Yeah, forget Luthor and his happiness.

"I shall invent a new energy source...

...by harnessing radiation

emitted from the Earth's core. "

And rake in billions while we drown

in our own sweat.

Don't be surprised if he asks us

to dig straight to hell.

We're halfway there already.

"Insert a diode catheter

into Satan's rectum...

...run a feed back to LexCorp,

and crank up the juice. "

"Keep Metropolis' power grids

burning bright until the end of time. "

Whoa! Dr. Murphy.

- What is it?

- I'm no scientist.

You tell me.

Lex.

Oh.

Get this to Biochem, hand-carry only.

Keep it off the interlink.

I know the drill, Lex.

What is it, the cure for cancer?

Muscular dystrophy.

I can cure every known case

with a simple inoculation.

Have Swan find a way

to slow it to a crawl...

...turn it into

a lifetime treatment program.

Right now, it's a mere

$300-billion windfall.

And you need it

to be a perennial, got it.

But Swan's working the AIDS thing.

Oh, right.

What about Schaffenberger?

- Bird flu.

- Mm.

Guess Jerry's kids

will have to wait their turn.

Now, Mercy,

what have you got for me?

Project Applecore.

They've hit the mother lode.

Have you cured cancer yet, Kal-El?

I can design a machine

that receives faint transmissions...

...from the distant future,

sculpt a miniature sun...

...from dwarf-star matter...

...but I can't find a way to keep

human cells from metastasizing.

I wish I could help humankind by doing

more than just being its resident strongman.

One thing I've learned since arriving

in Metropolis is that those in power...

...don't always have

the people's interests at heart.

As much as I love dishing

on evil bald-headed freaks...

...I thought we came here

to get away from it all.

You wouldn't have a blow-dryer?

We'll need to get you

a larger travel bag, Lois.

I wouldn't need so many warm baths

if our weekend getaway was Palm Springs.

The Antarctic camouflages Kryptonian

crystal-tech far better than cacti.

But next time you catch a chill,

give a holler, I'll warm you.

You wouldn't use your heat vision

on me, would you, Superman?

- No, just the x-ray.

- You're bad.

Um, maybe we could find

a robot-free zone?

That's it, Mr. Luthor.

- Definitely a spacecraft.

- Of alien origin.

Vintage?

- We're deep.

- Before Christ deep.

That's a conservative estimate.

Last time aliens fell to Earth,

we got Superman.

This time, whatever's

in that tin can will belong to me...

...lock, stock and barrel.

What happened?

We have a puncture.

How are we supposed

to understand him?

It's a warning.

Aah!

Clear out! Clear out!

Use the rays of the laser.

If an alien race possessed

the technology to trap that thing...

...and use Earth as their personal toilet,

they did so for one reason.

They couldn't kill it.

You know, I've been thinking...

- Hmm?

- About Clark.

Kent? While you're snuggling

with me?

I think I'm jealous.

Smallville's going on assignment

in a dangerous part of the world.

They say I'm brave,

but I'm bulletproof.

Ordinary men and women

who put their lives on the line...

...they're the real heroes.

I just find it interesting that

the more intimate you and I become...

...the more distant

Clark becomes, literally.

Superman, I wanna know everything

there is to know about you...

...like your real name.

Hmm. It's Kal-El.

Your other real name.

Biscuit.

Biscuit.

Mother...

Aaarggh!

That monster's trail of destruction will

lead the authorities right to my doorstep.

Relax, Lex. Applecore may have been illegal,

but it was completely under the radar.

See that it stays that way.

Scorch Earth if you have to.

LexCorp was never there.

Look, I know who you are.

Why can't you just tell me?

Lois, I care about you

more than anyone else on Earth.

To reveal my secret identity

would compromise your safety.

Please. My safety was compromised

the moment I met you.

How many times

have you had to rescue me?

Rhetorical.

I haven't told you my identity for the

same reason we haven't gone public...

...with our relationship,

why we come here to be alone.

Well, try reading a gossip column.

Practically all of Metropolis

thinks we're dating anyway.

You're clinging to keep one last part

of you separate from us...

...and the only reason I can fathom

is that for an alien...

...you've developed a very human,

very male fear of commitment.

We've been together for six months.

It'd be nice if I could start calling you

something other than Superman.

He also goes by Kal-El.

- Shut up.

Well, that was some first fight.

Be nice if it was our last.

Maybe you're right. Maybe it is time

you got to know the real me.

Kal-El.

- This isn't a good time.

You are needed in Metropolis.

It is a matter of terrific urgency.

I have isolated a match

via interstellar records...

...from your father's archives.

The subject in question

was biologically engineered...

...to be the ultimate soldier.

Precise, clinical, unstoppable.

But its creators came to realize...

...that it could not distinguish

between friend and foe.

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