This is where i belong.
Watchtower is officially online.
There is something about being around you
that seems to calm the murderer inside me.
I want you to stay with me.
Without a doubt, i'm officially a true believer
in this red-and-blue superdude.
I won't stop until i land
the first worldwide interview.
Good luck with that.
If you're not a member of the press society,
you won't be on my list.
Check again. "Lois lane."
I've written a hundred stories for the daily planet.
I'm sure you've heard of it.
It i've heard of. You ... not so much.
Again, i'm sorry.
Thank you.
Okay, obviously there's been some sort of mistake.
It's not like i squeezed into five-inch booted heels
for my health.
Miss lane, there's simply nothing i can do.
Actually, there is.
You can tell edward r. Murrow
that he can kiss this cub reporter's sweet little ass.
Chloe, thanks for coming.
The gargoyle at the gate was letting in everyone but me.
Come on. My car's parked around the corner.
That was the event for journalistic achievement,
and lois lane isn't even a "plus one."
Lois, you're an amazing reporter.
Uh, correction ... was an amazing reporter.
You're only as good as your last story,
and i wrote mine so long ago
it was practically with a feather pen.
I need that news splash ...
the pregnant man or an impeached president...
or, better yet, a rendezvous with a superhero.
I thought you gave up on the costumed crusaders
after the red-blue blur ignored your open letter
begging for an interview.
Can you blame the guy? What was i thinking?
If you want your first interview with a rock star,
you don't start with springsteen.
I had no idea
you were such a groupie of the red, bold, and blue.
Well, who isn't?
The man has reinvented the american hero.
Think about it.
He saves people.
He's mysterious, completely unavailable.
What part of that doesn't scream "lois lane"?!
God, you seriously have a crush on him, don't you?
I respect his heroism, professionally.
But even when i did lower the bar
and tried to slum a green arrow interview,
it turns out mr. Emerald chaps
is another closet case when it comes to publicity.
Lois, they wear costumes because they don't want publicity.
Now, hurry up. I'm parked illegally.
Hold on. These heels are silent killers.
No!
Just give me the keys.
This one's for your friend.
Ohh, g...
who the hell are you, some sort of superhero?
You bet i am.
Call me stiletto.
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I know, davis. I was sidetracked. I'll be home in like 20 minutes.
You're still in the basement, right?
- Good. - Miss sullivan?
You took a pretty hard hit to the head.
- You should stick around for observation. - I'm fine, thanks.
It's my professional advice that ...
i appreciate that, but i do have to go.
Chloe, is this what it takes to get a call back from you these days?
- Are you okay? - Yeah, thanks for coming.
Sorry about being the invisible best friend lately.
Where have you been?
Um, watchtower.
Just when i thought i'd hit my fill
of, uh, high-maintenance men, i take a job from oliver.
- I thought he was off the grid. - He's in syria,
sort of incommunicado with the rest of the world,
which is why i'm glad you're here.
My laptop was in my backseat when the carjacker peeled away.
I've been using it to update my watchtower databases from home.
Chloe, those files contain details of nearly every operation.
Hence the panicky flare with everything i've been saying.
And before you bite my head off, i admit ...
i know ... i never should have taken it home.
Just tell me it was encrypted.
But not un-hackable.
Okay, i'll find your computer.
Did you get a good look at the mugger?
I got a good look at the asphalt after he hit me.
But there was another witness.
When i came to in the ambulance,
lois was raving about some mysterious heroine
who swept in and saved the day ... stiletto?
Must be some kind of knife expert.
Where is lois, anyway?
There may be a new superhero in town.
Where do you think she is?
Page 10!
Why don't you just bury my stiletto sighting
with the classifieds while you're at it?
The next time you pull me from a press-society banquet,
at least get me a story with a picture.
Something tells me stilleto's got a bad case of camera shy.
She's not posing for a head shot.
Get her in action on the street.
Sure, no problem.
I'll just ask to see her schedule of upcoming saves.
Wh... did i misjudge you, lane?
I thought your game was all about the power of persuasion.
Get the picture!
Chloe told me about the attack.
She said you mentioned someone named stiletto?
Patience, smallville.
Tomorrow you can drool over her with the rest of the world.
I'm fine, by the way. Thanks for asking.
????
?????
it's not every day that a superhero
entrusts me with her phone number.
She gave you her number?
Sorry. My eyes only, smallville.
Lois, this carjacker took chloe's computer.
It has all her isis client information on it.
If this stiletto was the last person to see this guy,
i need to talk to her.
Look, if you want to help chloe,
why don't you go downtown
and talk to the thug they did catch?
Maybe stiletto left enough teeth in his mouth
for him to rat out his buddy.
Rye whiskey, double.
Right away, mr. Manheim.
Hey, ugly.
The boss wants to see you, and he doesn't look very happy.
I bet he's not ... mr. Businessman.
Hey, uh, real quick ...
sorry.
Look, uh, i-i know i just started,
but i was wondering if i could, uh,
get an advance on today's pay?
Yeah.
Just had some...
stuff...come up.
I'll talk to ricky.
But this is the last time.
I was hoping, at the very least,
a.j. Was arrested for a dolce & gabbana.
Somebody clocked us.
We had to get out of there, mr. Milano.
Bruno, i'm trying to pull us out of the streets.
We finally cracked the metallic tint
with those green rocks from smallville.
We can make all the money in the world,
and you're out there snatching purses.
It's not about the door prize.
It's about reminding people
we're the ones who own this town,
not some cape-wearing circus freaks.
Yeah.
Between the gash on your mug and a.j.'s shiner,
you two clowns are real intimidating.
How can you just sit back
and let these vigilantes take over the streets,
our streets?!
Enough!
We are done with petty street crime!
We are a business now!
Yeah, you're ...
you're right, boss.
Maybe it's time for bruno manheim
to climb that corporate ladder.
Next we say good night to the wannabe heroes,
starting with stiletto.
That one's personal.
Lois, come on! I can't be late for work!
What are you doing?
Picking up your rebound.
I'm, uh ... i'm really flattered,
but i just broke up with chloe.
No.
I mean rebound your career.
Nothing numbs the pain of a breakup
like good, old-fashioned work.
Look, i'm not here to be saved.
You mentioned 100 bucks.
Now, what do you want me to shoot?
Metropolis' newest superhero.
Incoming.
Meet...
stiletto.
I was gonna sew an "s" into the chest.
Is that tacky?
You're not serious.
Well, not about the whole
"cleaning up the streets" part, obviously.
But...
...i sort of quoted stiletto in one of my articles,
and my editor said that i need a photo to get a page one.
Well, i guess i didn't see the giant asterisk
above "lois lane's rules to reporting"
that said "or just make it up."
Hey, unlike you,
some of us haven't gotten our up-close-and-personal
with the red-blue blur yet.
Now.
You know, look,
i know that you're dying for a story with the guy,
but he doesn't talk to anybody.
No offense, but...
why's he gonna talk to you?
Exactly.
The red-blue blur might not talk to me at first,
but a fellow superhero like stiletto
might just get his attention long enough
to pitch the writing prowess of the great lois lane.
Ready?
Hey, well, good luck with that.
Last i checked, he's kind of invisible.
But crime in this city isn't.
And when that police scanner goes off,
the red-blue blur is never far behind.
E-mail those photos to my editor.
I'm off to talk to a real hero.
Chloe, it turns out lois' superfriend
may be our only hope in getting your laptop back.
According to met p.d., stiletto's takedown posted bail
before they ever got him behind bars.
Well, i haven't been able to find any more leads
on stiletto's whereabouts,
but you might want to take a look at this.
"Blur etto"?
You know you've made it when you have your own fansite.
And it looks like your fans
are doing a little matchmaking.
"No one understands a hero's life of solitude better
than a fellow cape"?
"These two lonely hearts belong together."
Who thinks this stuff up?
Are they that far off the mark?
Look, chloe,
romance is the last thing on my mind right now.
I know, but let's face it.
You thought you found your superpowered soul mate in lana,
and i haven't heard you say a word about her since she left.
That's because i have you.
Come on, clark.
I know i haven't been the most reliable sidekick lately,
and oliver and his gang are m.i.a.
Having someone on speed dial
who knows what it's like to lead a double life
might not be such a bad thing.
My double life and i are just fine.
I'd rather focus on finding stiletto
and getting your computer back.
Okay.
But bold as she may be,
i seriously doubt we're gonna be able to call her out
by putting a spike heel over a klieg light.
Isn't it almost your bedtime, smallville?
Just finishing up some work while i'm still motivated.
Slow night.
I'm good if you want to go.
If the red-blue blur calls,
i'll be sure to patch him through.
Oh, that's right,
because your idea of being a hero
is making sure there's still paper in the fax machine.
Just doing my job.
Well, you're wasting your midnight oil
because, between the two of us,
the editor is only counting the empty coffee cups
on my desk.
And that's because you're in the big leagues
and i'm still just a copy boy?
No, because you're doing way better than anyone expected!
Woman: attention, downtown unit ...
silent alarm at riverside jewelry
on fifth and water, handle code 1038.
Well, i better go feed shelby.
I should hit the gym.
I know i'm late.
I, uh, i got caught up in a little project.
Are you taking pictures of the sunset, bar boy?
This is a nice tele-macro zoom.
Used to be a...journalist, didn't you?
What are you doing here?
Now, this is interesting.
Blondie looks a lot different when she's sweating.
Adorable.
Give me my camera back.
What's going on here?
Do you know her?
Her? Yeah.
No. That's just a fluke.
Where is she?
You having a hard time hearing me?
I said, "where is she?"
Where's stiletto?
I have no idea.
Look, i don't know where she is.
What is wrong with you?
It's like you want me to kill you.
Who's the hero now?
Way to go. Now he's out.
Ah, he's worthless.
But it seems everyone is in on stiletto.
Get ricky to hack into that stolen laptop.
In the meantime,
i want you to go right to the source.
Let's see what else we can squeeze out of blondie.
Wonderful. Very stealth, lois.
Next time, i call myself "nike."
He beat me here.
Hello?
Are you here?
Are you the stiletto?
Can i just say it's an honor?
Who's lois?
I'm stiletto.
I should get back to my cave.
Lois, you could have a bag over your head,
and i'd still know it's you.
Go figure. I want the red-blue blur.
I get the exact opposite.
What do you think you're doing?
What are you doing?
You're supposed to be feeding shelby.
Seriously, is there any woman in your life
you haven't stood up?
I saw the way you looked at that scanner,
and i know how much you want this superhero story.
So i came here to make sure you were okay.
You're obviously not if you're impersonating the stiletto.
Okay, first off,
it's just "stiletto."
There's no "the."
And second, i'm not impersonating anyone.
I am stiletto.
You made up a fake hero so you could write her story?
Yeah.
Stiletto's only the beginning, clark.
These heels could kick open some major doors for me.
What if stiletto could help me land a one-on-one
with the red-blue blur?
Oh, this blur,
he avoids reporters for a reason.
What would you say to him no one else already has?
I wouldn't say anything, clark. I'd listen.
What if he's not looking for a best friend?
Superpowered or not, every fred needs a barney.
Unless it's based on a lie.
Besides, it could be dangerous.
Eventually you'll find yourself in a situation
you can't stiletto yourself out of.
Stiletto kicked ass last night.
You should have seen the guy i sent downtown.
I couldn't ... by the time i got there,
some attorney named moynihan already got him off
before i could talk to him about chloe's car.
Chris moynihan?
He represents ron milano.
The biggest crime boss in metropolis.
Then let's go save the world.
I'm in the market for a sidekick anyway.
Just don't slow me down.
I'll find milano on my own.
You're gonna do everything you can
to make sure your stiletto story doesn't get published.
Did you know your transmission slips a bit in third?
What are you doing here?
What do you know about stiletto?
Stiletto? I don't know who you're talking about.
Let me go!
No!
You do not want to lie to me.
I swear to god i don't know who stiletto is.
I never saw her.
Okay, sweetheart, but if you do,
i'd like to leave a message.
Hello to you, too. Expecting freddy krueger?
What are you doing here?
I thought you were tracking down stiletto.
Well, the story broke a proverbial heel.
It's not happening.
Oh. Bummer.
Oh, well. I mean, it is friday night.
There's bound to be a tequila shooter
out on this town with your name on it.
Why don't you go out, you know, have fun?
I'm not actually here to hang,
but 10-4 on the loud-and-clear un-vitation.
Jimmy's not answering his phone,
and i was just wondering if perhaps you knew ...
where my ex was?
I thought that's what facebook updates were for.
Why are you even looking for him?
I needed his help photographing something,
and now i need his help burning the evidence.
Fine. You know what?
Surprise!
I'm stiletto.
Oh, my god, you did this for a story,
didn't you?
Okay.
Clark's diatribe is still ringing in my ears.
I don't need it in surround sound.
I get it.
I messed up.
Like you've never gotten in over your head?
Actually, lois, um...
...can i tell you something?
Sure.
Jimmy should be at the ace of clubs.
I really need to remove him from my facebook friends,
don't i?
Yeah.
Thanks, chlo.
And...
thank you for understanding.
Anytime, lois.
Hey, bruno, check this out.
I just unlocked a whole mess of files.
Who the hell are these guys?
How the hell did you get back here?
Do you know who you're talking to?
Do you know who i am?
You want to mess with me? You want to mess with me?
You want to push me? You want to push me, punk?
Oh, my god.
Hey, come on, bruno! Back up, man!
You're gonna kill him!
Seriously?
Clark kent of the daily planet.
Looks like you reporters think you got a little story here.
Oh, that's it.
Wow, that's far.
If you want, i can tell you how it ends.
Come on, lois.
That worked.
Stiletto has no idea what she just stepped in.
Hang in there. You're gonna be just fine.
Oh, my god.
Dial 911.
Why did you do that, clark?
You didn't need to be some kind of hero.
You have to get me out of here.
Okay. Okay.
The medics are on their way.
You're gonna be fine.
Nothing like a double-frosted bear claw
to ease the pain of a flesh wound, right?
Oh, and i, uh, didn't know whether you wanted your copies
single-sided or double,
so i did both, and then i thought,
"hmm, three-holed or no-holed?"
And i didn't know, so i did both,
which is why there's...so many.
Lois, you didn't have to do all this.
But thank you.
Looks like you got your cover story after all.
I guess.
You guess?
The last time your name was above the fold,
you held a champagne toast.
Is there something about this article
that's still bothering you?
Fine, i admit it.
Sometimes the lois "fast" lane ambition
ramps into cruise control and gets away from me.
Those mob guys would still be on the street
if you hadn't come to my rescue.
Your rescue.
Yeah, right.
You're the one with the...
smallville, if you hadn't been there to...
you're welcome, lois.
I hope this means
that stiletto's hanging up her heels for good.
Gladly.
Those heels were giving my blisters blisters.
Besides, if manheim had better aim,
you'd be dead.
And it was really sweet of you to, you know,
throw yourself in there,
but i never should have put you in danger.
It's not like you save lives for a living.
No, there's only one red-blue blur.
Honestly, i don't envy the guy.
After walking a mile in stiletto's shoes,
i was reminded that i am not cut out
for that life of solitude.
I didn't know there was room for introspection
underneath that costume.
Look who got grazed by a funny bullet.
You weren't gonna eat this, were you?
Hey, man.
Didn't think i'd be hearing from you again.
Yeah, well, let's just get this over with, okay?
You're the one that said he was strapped for cash.
Well, i guess things change.
Hey, clark! Thank you.
I never thought it would feel so good
to be reunited with a bunch of silicone microchips.
I grabbed it before the police arrived.
So hopefully manheim wasn't able to pull any files off it.
Well, rest assured,
tony soprano jr. Is my last close call.
I am done traveling with all of my techno treasures
in one basket.
Are you expecting company?
Uh, no.
Turns out that my body's natural reaction to stress
is to bake undigestible amounts of food.
Really?
After all the near-apocalypses we've been through,
i've never seen more than a chocolate-chip cookie
come out of that oven.
Are you okay?
It's ...
i mean, you almost died yesterday...
for my computer.
Chloe, you made an honest mistake.
I'm fine.
I know you better than that.
This is not about a computer.
What's wrong?
Nothing.
Really, i'm fine.
Look, i apologize for being a little off my game lately.
It's just that after my divorce
and brainiac
and now playing watchtower to a bunch of needy superheroes,
i forget that i need to be all smiles all the time.
Chloe, no one expects you to bounce back
from everything you've been through.
I just want you to know i'm here for you if you need me.
I know.
But right now i really just need a little bit of space...
not a supersave, okay?
When am i gonna learn that a wild-goose chase
for a story usually ends with a rotten egg?
Hello?
Is this lois lane, the reporter?
Who wants to know?
This is the red-blue blur.
Yeah, right.
How do i know you're not some deep throat wannabe
with a lot of time on his creepy hands?
Look down.
I received your letter, miss lane.
Call me lois ... if you want.
And while we're at it,
do you want to weigh in
on the whole "red-blue blur" thing?
Because it's kind of a mouthful on this end.
I think there's probably a better name out there,
and if there's anyone who can find it,
it's you, miss lane.
I'll put my best men on it.
And by "men," i mean me
because i work in the basement
and employ pretty much no one,
unless you count my intern.
I'm sorry. I'm rambling.
You're nervous.
Can you read my mind?
Who am i kidding?
It's saturday night, and i hightailed it down here
because i have one obsession right now, and it's you.
And when you didn't respond to my skywriting,
i just ...
it was a nice one, by the way.
Between you and me,
i could use a little work on that subtle thing.
You know there's nothing wrong
with taking your job seriously.
There is when you don't know who you'd be without it.
Something tells me you know yourself
better than you think.
Lois, you're a great reporter ...
all on your own.
You don't need a hero or some gimmick
to make a headline.
Thanks.
My editor would kill me, but...
i don't want this story.
What i've really been wondering is...
what is it that you need?
I mean, you've dedicated your life
to a city full of strangers.
And i'm not saying that i know what it's like
to be a hero, but...
even the fastest blur in the world
can't outrun loneliness.
I guess what i'm saying is...
...if you ever want to talk ...
totally off the record ...
i'm only a phone call away.
I'll keep that in mind.
And, lois...
when i'm ready to tell the world my secret,
you'll be the first to know.