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as much as this pains me to say I think the president should consider postponing his visit. |
I think I found the problem here. |
If you would just have general services send up a box of cotton swabs, that ought to do it. |
What? |
I can't hear you, say again. |
- Are you hearing anything I'm saying? |
- I'm hearing you. |
Now hear me. |
All systems are go. |
My men are trained for any eventuality. |
I heard from Bobby Bigmouth. |
What did he want, seconds? |
Said he had an address on The Prankster. |
The apartment he grew up in. |
But I checked it out. |
Now it's just a condemned building. |
Either Griffin's a very concerned voter or the president's in trouble. |
Clark, look. |
It's a map of today's motorcade. |
I guess we could notify Carrigan. |
What for? |
He and his men are trained for any eventuality, remember? |
You try and find Superman. |
Have him meet me at Professor Hamilton's ASAP. |
Sure. |
Okay. |
Since you told me the light he used was yellow I ground and tinted the lenses so that the yellow light instead of going to the motor cortex will be diverted to the inner and outer canthus. |
- What's that? |
- It's right in back of the canal of Schlemm. |
Do you really want to know? |
All I wanna know is, will they work? |
Not knowing the exact frequency of the light, I can't really promise. |
Victor, you're on. |
Roger that. |
Hey! |
You, get that thing out of here. |
- I'm trying. |
- We have a situation here. |
Some idiot just parked in the middle of the street. |
You're in big trouble, pal. |
Now move it. |
- We'll see. |
- It's now or never, son. |
Carrigan, look out, it's a trap! |
Well, well. |
Who looks like the idiot now? |
Come on. |
We got a president to kidnap. |
Yeah. |
There she is, Lois Lane. |
Just as frozen as she could be. |
Too bad she's not awake to see my greatest triumph. |
Well, maybe we could take her with us and I could explain it to her later? |
Victor, you did good this time, so I'm gonna let you have her. |
- I'm gonna let you have her. |
- Thank you so much... |
Business before pleasure. |
And that's a lovely face. |
Now, look. |
Here's what I'd like you to do. |
Just help me carry the president to the van. |
- Superman! |
Yes, I am. |
Sorry to ruin your plans, Griffin. |
But the president is safely tucked away. |
Just like you're gonna be. |
But... |
- ...how? |
- Look deep into my eyes. |
Contacts. |
I'm sorry, but that is really not fair. |
Neither is this. |
Just thought one good prank deserved another. |
My contacts. |
You knocked out my... |
I think turnabout's fair play. |
Come on, he deserved that. |
I should've had a daughter. |
This is unit 15, sector seven is secure. |
- What? |
- I repeat, sector seven is secure. |
I don't wanna tell you your job, sir. |
But if I were you, I would take this man into custody. |
I knew that. |
- I knew that. |
- All right, let's go. |
Move it. |
He's hitting me. |
Do I have the right to hit him back? |
Lois, you better get going. |
Don't wanna be late for your meeting with the president. |
That's right, my big moment. |
I still have no idea what I'm gonna ask him. |
What one question would you ask the president? |
I guess I'd ask him why he wouldn't give a great reporter like Lois Lane more than a five-minute interview. |
I gotta hand it to you, Lois. |
This is one terrific interview. |
You really pulled it off. |
Take a lesson. |
This is the mark of a seasoned reporter. |
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