Well, what do you think, Supe baby? Interesting?
- Your theory's quite impressive, Luthor. - Would you go to the viewing room?
But as for the rest, it's nothing but a sick fantasy.
Fantasy? No. No.
It's history. It's happening, Superman.
Miss Teschmacher!
- Yes, Lex? - Where's the rocket now?
It's going like a bat over the Grand Canyon. So is the other one.
The other one? There's two of them?
Yeah, Superman. Double jeopardy.
Even you, with your great speed, couldn't stop both of them.
While I, on the other hand, could stop them with my detonator.
Alright, Luthor. Where is it? Where's the detonator?
[GRUNTS]
You diseased maniac.
Did you really think you could hide it from me by encasing it in lead?
[GRUNTS]
- I'll mold this box into your prison bars. - Don't touch that.
I told you. It's kryptonite, Superman. A little souvenir from the old hometown.
I've spared no expense to make you feel right at home.
You were great in your day, Superman. But it just stands to reason...
...when it came time to cash in your chips...
...this old, diseased maniac...
...would be your banker.
Mind over muscle.
[EXHALES SHARPLY]
You don't even care where the other missile's headed, do you?
Certainly, I do. I know exactly where it's headed.
Hackensack, New Jersey.
[GROANS]
I have to leave you now. No hard feelings.
We all have our little faults. Mine's in California.
Lex, my mother lives in Hackensack.
Miss Teschmacher!
MAN [OVER RADIO]: Both birds uncontrolled.
Impossible to reset.
[RADIO CHATTER CONTINUES]
LEX: Otis.
Freeze.
[GASPS]
Miss Teschmacher.
Please, you can't...
You can't just stand there.
Shh.
You can't just stand there...
...and let innocent people, millions of innocent people, die.
- Maybe. - Please.
If it wasn't for my mother....
Please. Please help me to save them.