Superman IV: The Quest for Peace

Misha!

Listen carefully

my son.

By now, Kal-El

you are entering the atmosphere of the planet Earth.

I pray you have made a safe journey.

Your new home's yellow sun gives you great physical powers.

But it cannot console your spirit.

Placed aboard this vessel is an energy module

all that remains of a once-powerful civilization:

Krypton, your mother planet.

It is my last gift to you.

Once removed, the ship will grow cold and silent...

and you will be finally alone.

The power in the module can be used but once.

Use it wisely, my son.

Clark, you out here?

Clark Kent!

Hi, Mr. Hornsby. Over here.

- There you are. - How are you, sir?

- I'm fine. How are you? - Nice to see you.

- It's been a long time. - A long time.

I was tidying up for you to show it.

Did I mention there was an offer to buy, sight unseen?

I don't want to sell to a big developer.

The buyer has to want a farm, not a shopping center.

Now darn it, Clark, why are you so stubborn?

Today, nobody wants a farm.

You blink your eye and they'll all be gone. That's progress.

Oh, my gosh, look at this.

Oh, what a joker old Jonathan Kent was.

You know, I asked him what happened to the baby's crib.

And he said:

"Oh, little Clark must've had a bad dream and kicked it."

- I swear, Dad liked a good joke. - Yeah.

Maybe you'd like to keep these for your grandchildren.

Why, thank you very much, Clark.

Here, batter up.

- Oh, no... - Come on. We'll hit a few.

Watch out now, these will come in pretty fast.

You never could hit a curve ball!

My decision's final about the place. I'm holding out for a farmer.

You are?

You're just as obstinate as your father was.

I'm sorry, that's just the way it is.

Be careful when you get back to Metropolis.

It's a long way from where you were born.

Yes, sir. I never forget that, sir.

- Bye. - Bye, Clark.

What is that God-awful noise you're making?

Mozart, my low-forehead friend.

Even this wretched pit can't diminish true genius.

Life itself started in a murky pit like this.

A true genius like myself learns to seize the moment.

You're the first to know

that I now have plans to re-create life itself.

Luthor, start breaking a sweat or we'll throw you to the wolves.

Get them duds dirty.

- Move it, meathead. - Let's see you sweat.

What's that car doing here?! Stop that vehicle!

- Hey, stop! - Hold it there, son.

Where the hell is this and how do I get to Cedar City?

Ha, ha. You on the wrong side of the state.

- No chance. - Oh, no.

You got a fine, fine super-fine sound system here, son.

I guess you dudes never seen these Sensurround 100s?

Yeah, I seen one once in a magazine.

Well, heck. Come on, get in.

- Really? - Come on.

- You want to hear it, come on! - All right.

Hop in, Bubba. Let's give it a listen.

This is great!

Doors...

- What's going on? - Windows...

- Whoa! What's happening? - The top.

Seats!

Lordy! Lordy!

And away!

Y'all come back and see us!

Launch.

All right!

Did I do okay or what, Uncle Lex?

Lenny, you're the Dutch elm disease of my family tree.

But you did fine.

You gonna skip the country, Uncle Lex?

You pathetic product of the public schools, I've thought of nothing else...

since I've been incarcerated except one thing:

- Destroy Superman! - Destroy Superman!

Sorry.

Clark!

Help!

Help! Help!

Somebody get help!

Superman!

He's okay. He needs a doctor.

Superman!

Gentlemen, one moment. I want people to know that our subway

is the safest, most reliable public transit. Thank you.

Thanks.

You're late, Kent.

- Sorry, won't happen again. - Ha!

Where is everybody?

Boring.

Tedious.

- Hey, what's going on? - Abominable!

Regardez, voilà David Warfield.

David Warfield who owns those sleazy tabloids?

Au contraire. Who owns those sleazy tabloids and The Daily Planet.

Tedious.

You only read the pictures?

The fact is, Mr. White, that I only read the ledger.

A ledger the previous owners paid so little attention to

I bought the paper from them.

The Daily Planet hasn't made money in three years.

The name of the game is making money.

Ladies and gentlemen, my daughter, Lacy Warfield.

- Thanks, Daddy. - It's nice to meet you.

Mr. White, Lacy will be helping you.

Helping me? Helping me what?

Here are some mock copies of our new layout.

It's super. We can change the suit.

Excuse me, Mr. Warfield. The world isn't on the brink.

Isn't that headline irresponsible?

Maybe, but it'll sell a lot of newspapers.

Mr. White, don't do anything rash.

You won't turn this grand old lady into one of your bimbos...

May I point out that Daddy holds all of your contracts...

which you must honor.

- Excusez-moi, your spoiled-ness... - Why is Lois speaking French?

...I'm flying to Paris for the emergency Ministers' Conference...

Not so fast. All trips are canceled.

You mean my trip to Paris is canceled?

Mr. White, I want to see your books. Everyone get back to work.

This isn't fair. I'll speak to Miss Warfield.

- Me too. - Excuse me, Miss Warfield.

I speak for us all when I say we'll cooperate.

Thank you.

But a reporter's first allegiance is to the truth.

This city depends on us and we can't let them down.

Thank you.

Is he for real?

100 percent, and I like him that way.

- Oh, you have a thing for him. - For Clark?! No!

He's kind of cute.

Look, Miss Warfield

Clark is the oldest living Boy Scout, okay?

He's trustworthy, he's helpful

he's loyal, he's obedient, he...

I don't know how to say it.

I just don't think he'd be attracted to somebody like you.

Don't be silly. All men like me. I'm very, very rich!

Why aren't there air travel expenses for you, Mr. Kent?

I get airsick, mostly when it's bumpy.

Lois, get in here!

Lois, explain this column of figures.

- The president is coming on live. - Right now?

- It won't be good. - You always overreact.

- It won't be that terrible. - Hopefully very terrible.

Circulation will double with a crisis.

Because the summit has failed...

we have no choice but to strive to be second to none

in the nuclear arms race.

Therefore, I am announcing the following measures...

I know you're all upset by the crisis.

The best thing we can do is to try to think positively.

Now, is there anything we can do? Doesn't anyone have a suggestion?

All right, I'll make a suggestion.

Why don't we write to our congressman?

- That'll do a lot of good. - Somebody has to be an optimist.

Jeremy?

What can we do about the crisis?

He doesn't know what's going on.

I know who I'd write to who'd do some good.

- Who? Santa Claus? - No, Superman!

Superman, in our new exhibit...

donated a strand of his hair to the museum...

so we can have fun seeing how strong he really is.

Here you see a 1000-pound load

easily suspended by his single hair.

The museum will be closing soon, so we should hurry.

Know what I can do with a strand of his hair?

You could make a flying toupee.

That hair is Superman's genetic material.

The building blocks of his body.

With my genius and enough nuclear power to mutate the genes

I can create a being more powerful than him.

With total allegiance to me.

You better stand back. Keep your eye out.

- Miss Warfield, you want to see me? - Hi, Clark. Come in.

I've come up with a brilliant idea.

Oh, really?

Daddy thinks it's brilliant.

You'll write a series called "Metropolis After Hours."

Who, me? I...

It's wonderful. It's great, isn't it?

- I don't think I'm right for this. - You're perfect for it.

You're young, you're single, you're successful.

I'm usually in bed by 10:30.

That's just it, you don't flaunt it.

You're no slave to fashion. Although...