Doomed planet.
Servo cells are out. We're dropping.
Desperate scientists.
Approaching photosphere. Increase stabilizers.
Last hope.
Pressure index, 55 up.
Kindly couple.
Superman.
Gravity shields are failing, Dr. Quintum.
We're falling directly into the sun.
When we hit the convection zone, the temperature will reach 40 million degrees.
I'm not ready to die just yet.
Pity.
You killed your brother.
I did. That should be impossible.
I genetically engineered you myself.
Your code has been modified by a superior intellect.
Now I'm a biological time bomb. But...
I'm death, courtesy of Lex Luthor.
How big is it?
From where I'm standing, one can only hope it's proportional.
"Superman saves mission to the sun"?
We don't know that yet, Lois.
I always write Superman stories before they happen.
If you don't know how big the sun is, go away.
It's 333,000 times the size of the Earth.
I looked it up on my Superman signal watch.
Thanks, Jimmy.
It's like a hundred billion nuclear bombs exploding every second.
You working undercover on a story?
No, Why?
Lex Luthor told the world he'd reformed.
And despite our best efforts, the world believed him.
That's not exactly breaking news, chief.
No, but this is.
Luthor's been investing heavily in water rights.
Kent's boring story.
The devil's in the details, Lombard.
Luthor planned to cash in on a global water shortage...
...a shortage he intended to create by somehow tampering with the sun.
This is tomorrow's front page.
We finally got that son of a bitch.
I'm approaching critical mass.
Lex, I just got a call from Media Relations.
The Daily Planet's asking for a comment.
Fusion will occur in 30 seconds.
Are you talking to yourself again?
I'm remote-controlling a weapon.
The signal takes nine minutes to reach the sun.
I have to coordinate my transmissions perfectly.
The sun?
You were released from jail to work for your country, not on your own...
I know I promised not to waste my intellect on elaborate super deathtraps.
I know that.
Magnetic seals are decoupling. The ship's coming apart.
I'm approaching critical mass.
Somebody help us.
But I looked in the mirror one morning and realized something.
I'm getting older, and he isn't.
Something's gotta be done about that. Don't you think?
Fusion will occur in 30 seconds.
Not in here, it won't.
Quintum, blow the hatch.
Where's that shield coming from? It's Superman.
Somehow, he's extending his own bioelectric field.
It seems impossible.
But it isn't. You're lifting 200 quintillion tons.
Even allowing for the one-sixth normal gravity...
...here on my moon base, that's three times your record.
I feel like I could do more.
No doubt, but that's the heaviest apparatus known to man.
Add to that the new super-power you exhibited when you saved me...
...and it's obvious your body is changing radically.
Superman, I'm not sure how to tell you this.
Tell me straight.
Your trip to the sun overexposed your cells to solar radiation...
...more than even your body can metabolize.
I see it, like tiny fireworks beneath my skin.
Your cells are oversaturated with power.
They're bursting from within.
I'm dying.
I'm sorry, Superman.
If I hadn't tried to steal fire from the sun, none of this would have happened.
Don't apologize.
You couldn't have known. But he knew.
It was his plan all along.
Luthor used me to kill you.
We engineer new forms of humanity here for the eventual betterment of mankind.
You're our inspiration, Superman.
And I promise, we'll find a way to save you.
I need a favor, Dr. Quintum. Anything.
My condition. Don't tell anyone, not yet.
There are some things I have to do first.
Great Caesar's ghost!
"Wait," he says. "Exclusive interview," he says.
If Clark Kent doesn't show up in the next five seconds, he's fired.
Five, four, three...
...two, one.
Hold the presses... Oop!
Where the hell have you been, Kent?
Uh, working on my suntan?
Freeze. Hands above your head.
Lex Luthor, you are under arrest for attempted murder...
...and crimes against humanity.
By all means, boys, take me away.
He was smiling when they nabbed him.
Said something about friends in high places.
That does seem odd. The Court of International Justice...
...is talking about reinstating the electric chair just for him.
Do you ever think about death, Lois?
Don't be morbid, Smallville.
I'm so sorry.
Idiot. Your boyfriend's an idiot.
How dare you? And he's not my idiot.
Why, thanks, Lois.
I don't know where my self-esteem would be without you.
Alone, in front of the TV.
Come on, Clark.
Thanks for carrying all this stuff.
Lois, there was something I wanted to tell you.
If it's about the trial coverage, it can wait till tomorrow. I've gotta fly.
Lois, I have something to tell you.
You're Clark Kent?
I'm Clark Kent.
Sorry, Superman, but you've got to admit, that's very hard to believe.
All the years I spent trying to prove you were Superman...
You almost had me a couple of times.
...And you turn around and just tell me?
What happened to that big golden key you used to have?