Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...a little business opportunity, and it is guaranteed to pay off bigtime...
...and half a dozen misdemeanors. I'm calling Lucy.
So am I. Try looking in a sewer.
There's one of you here already.
All right, no matter what the outcome...
Why are you here?
John. John, she lied. Kent's gone.
Lois?
- Who? - Just pull on it.
Don't worry, John. I called a couple of doctors I heard about.
Do you think there's any chance that we might...
I don't know if he has anybody to turn to for help.
But I'd feel a lot better if Rollie Vale wasn't still out there.
- LexCorp. - Which is out of business.
A fortune in electronics.
Don't worry, boys. I'll be back.
- What is it? - It's called kryptonite.
Let me show you.
...this is what our page one lead-in looks like presently.
Now I can really kick some butt.
You know, your boyfriend Johnny is not just a criminal.
I don't know what I'm gonna do, Mom.
You said the suspect didn't have weapons. So he did all this with his bare hands?
No. No. No, not at all. We probably have the wrong address.
I just want you to know that I'll never forget that.
Think he might have something to do with it?
According to this research, only two labs in Metropolis had dealings in robotics:
I don't need you anyway.
Well, the jerk was obsessed with robots.
Hey. I got an address for Rollie Vale.
I called for an ambulance.
Yes. May I help you?
I hope you don't think I'm antisocial, but I'll keep my distance.
- What'll it be, handsome? - Mrs. Vale?
Hello. I'm Inspector Lane, this is Inspector Kent.
...with that robot that robbed the jewelry store.
- Well, actually, you're a robot. - Cyborg! Cyborg! Robot.
You know, it seems I came up a bit short on my subscription money a few times.
...says I should let my top reporter prove to me why she's the best.
We all do.
Do you need some help?
Lucy!