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Honor
Honor is unstable and seldom the same; for she feeds upon opinion, and is as fickle as her food.
Charles Caleb Colton
English Cleric (1780-1832)

Lois and Jason collected their bags from the carousel and looked around for Clark. He had promised come pick them up, or at least call if something came up so he couldn’t. But there’d been no call, and Clark was nowhere to be seen.

She checked her phone again. “Come on, Clark, where are you?” she muttered to herself.

“Mommy,” Jason said, pointing to a television monitor at the far end of the concourse. Lois could barely make it out but it looked like it was running GNN and a jumbo jet was sitting in water somewhere. She hurried toward the monitor to see action more clearly, Jason in tow.

More people were realizing something was happening on the news and were beginning to crowd around the overhead monitor. Someone turned up the sound.

“… just moments ago, Air France’s flight 733 lost all power, forcing the crew to crash land the plane in the West River. As you can see behind me, Superman is already on the scene, helping rescue crews bring injured passengers to shore. We’ve been assured that all the passengers and crew have been evacuated from the plane and there are only minor injuries, thanks in part to Superman’s timely arrival…”

Lois sighed. If she hadn’t been officially on vacation, she would have been heading for the scene, preparing her questions, getting ready to dig in to find out why a jumbo jet had landed in the West River.

“Mommy, are we going to work or home?”

Work or home?

“Work,” Lois decided. Vacation or not, there was a story to cover.



Birds damaging jet engines was not usually news. Geese and other birds were frequently found near airports despite efforts to discourage them and being close to the airport meant that unlucky birds were occasionally sucked into equally unlucky jet engines. As expected, the birds died, but the affected engines rarely fared much better. Fortunately, commercial multiengine planes were engineered to be well able to make it back to the airport on only half power.

But Air France’s flight 733 out of Berkowitz International hadn’t been lucky, and neither had the flock of geese that had risen from the ground right in front of it. In an astronomically unlikely turn of events, the Airbus A330 had taken not one but two bird strikes, one in each of its Pratt and Whitney PW4000 engines, only minutes after take-off.

Clark heard the mayday call from the pilot and Superman was out the window of the side office he’d been working in almost before the pilot was finished declaring an emergency.

A quick scan of the airspace around Berkowitz showed that air traffic was too heavy to simply grab the plane and take it back to the airport. The other close-by airports were in similar straits and Metropolis was not noted for its wide open spaces.

The plane was gliding over the West River and Superman could tell the pilot was fighting to keep the plane in the air even without power. Miraculously, there was a clear area and the plane set down on the water, sending up white spumes as it slowed to a stop. The plane threatened to slew around into one of the ferry boats and Superman gently steadied the plane as he guided it closer to shore.

Nearby boats were already hurrying closer. The emergency doors over the wings opened and the plane’s crew directed the passengers out onto the wing where they could be reached by the boats for evacuation.

“Any injured?” Superman asked one of the crew who was helping people out of the downed plane and into boats.

“Just minor bumps and bruises,” she told him. “Nothing serious.”

It didn’t take long for Superman to get rescue crews out to the plane and the uninjured passengers off. The last people off the plane were the cockpit crew. Captain Pryzhak, the pilot, made sure everyone was off before he allowed Superman to take him to shore.

“Sorry I couldn’t get here sooner,” Superman apologized.

Pryzhak shook his head. “My ship, my responsibility,” he said. “But, uh, thanks for not letting our tail slam into that ferry. Might have been messy.”

“No problem. Glad to be of service,” Superman said. “That was some neat flying by the way. Not many people could have brought that bird down safely, at least not in the middle of the West River with both engines out.”

Pryzhak chuckled. “That’s why we have simulators, so we can practice before we need it.”

The passengers and crew were all safe and it would be up to the authorities to investigate the accident and deal with the plane although if his services were needed to speed up the process he’d certainly make himself available. Superman smiled and floated away, but before he could launch himself into the air, he spotted a pair of familiar figures on the shore.

He dropped down close to Lois who was deep in conversation with one of the flight attendants. Jason was ignoring the adults, watching the plane floating in the water instead. But his little face lit up when he caught sight of Superman coming to Earth.

“Ms. Lane, I thought you were on vacation,” Superman said, swallowing his grin. Lois simply couldn’t stop. Even when she was supposed to be taking time off, she was still hot on a story. He was actually a little surprised she hadn’t tried to dig into things in Smallville – not that there was a lot to find.

“Not everyday a plane lands in the West River,” Lois responded. She thanked the flight attendant for her time and put her recorder in her pants pocket. “Besides, my husband seems to have gotten caught on something and couldn’t pick us up at the airport.”

“And the plane was on the way home?” Superman asked. This time he didn’t bother to hide his smile as she looked around to see if anyone was watching them.

“I missed you last night,” she murmured, placing a hand on the raised crest on his chest.

“The situation in Latislan and Podansk isn’t getting any better,” Superman said. “I’ll tell you more tonight.”

“Maybe I don’t want to wait,” Lois said, moving closer. It was a dangerous move, being so close in public. Publically Lois Lane was married to Clark Kent although the tabloids still occasionally published speculations that Lois and Superman were still an item. It wasn’t smart to feed that fire.

He extended his hearing. No one seemed interested in them although with all the cameras clicking away at the plane he might not catch that one was pointed at them. Lois placed her hand in his and handed him a locker key.

“The luggage is still at the airport,” she murmured. “Yours is still at your mom’s.”

He leaned close to her ear. “I’ll pick it up in a little bit.”

There was an odd hitch of breath somewhere in the crowd. He swung his head around to see who it was but the crowd of sight-seers around the plane was too thick. It was impossible to pick out which individual had made that sound.

“What’s wrong?” Lois asked.

“I’m not sure but I think someone was watching us,” he said.

“Who?”

“I don’t know,” he said. He didn’t tell her that there had been something oddly familiar about the sound, that maybe he knew the person who had been watching. “I have to go.”



A pair of diamond hard eyes watched as Superman lifted off, watched as Lois Lane collected her son and headed for the street. The pictures of Lane with Superman were in the little digital video camera she’d bought at the airport gift shop – video that would show that the honorable and upright Superman had an interest in a married woman. And that married woman returned that interest. The hand on his chest, the sly handing over of a key – those were not the acts of a friend but of a lover planning a tryst behind her husband’s back.

She flipped open her cell phone and placed a call to someone she knew at the National Inquisitor. Money wasn't the object – although she was sure the Inquisitor would pay well for proof that Superman and Lois Lane weren’t just ‘friends’. No, the object was the Truth – Superman was not the vaunted incorruptible hero everyone thought he was and Lois Lane was a two-timing floozy that didn’t deserve what she had.

And with any luck, by tomorrow the world would know it as well.



“You’re awfully quiet this morning,” Lois commented as they drove to the Daily Planet.

“I can’t shake the feeling we were being watched yesterday,” Clark admitted. “Plus there’s the whole thing with Latislan and Podansk. I can’t help feeling they’re being pushed into this.”

“Haven’t they agreed to allow Superman mediate for them again?” Lois asked. That had been on GNN earlier in the morning. In fact Kasparov and Navance were scheduled to come to Metropolis for the meetings.

“That’s not going to mean much if we can’t get a handle on what’s really happening,” Clark reminded her.

“Did Richard’s notes help at all?”

“Yeah, and WayneTech is sending me some stuff as well,” Clark told her. “In the meantime, Superman has to keep them from blowing each other off the map.”

“Can he do it?” Lois asked.

“I don’t know,” Clark admitted.

They dropped Jason off at the new daycare center on the third floor and made their way to the elevators that would take them to the newsroom floor. In the elevator Lois started to get the feeling that people were avoiding looking at her. She checked herself over. Her blouse was properly buttoned and since she was wearing trousers her slip couldn’t be showing.

“Do I have something stuck in my teeth?” she whispered to her husband.

He looked her over and shook his head, frowning. She was comforted by the fact that he had noticed something wrong, too. It wasn’t just her imagination.

Lois opened the door to the newsroom and walked in, Clark trailing behind her as was his habit. The newsroom was buzzing as usual but then the noise stopped as if a switch had been thrown. Several of her co-workers glanced her way then hurriedly busied themselves with their phones or computers.

“Okay, what’s going on?” Lois muttered.

“I have no idea,” Clark murmured back as they headed for their desks.

Jimmy swiveled in his chair. “You guys haven't seen this morning's National Inquisitor have you?”

“Why would we?” Lois asked.

“Or the Dirt Digger?” Jimmy asked.

“Of course not,” Clark answered for her. “Jimmy, uh, what's going on around here?”

Jimmy lifted up a copy of the National Inquisitor. On the frontpage was a photo of Superman apparently nuzzling Lois Lane’s neck. A close-up of their hands revealed that a key was changing hands. The headline read ‘Hero and Reporter – Keys to a Tryst?’

“Oh my God, you were right, Clark,” Lois murmured. “Someone was there.”

“You mean this isn’t a fake?” Jimmy asked.

“No, but it isn’t what it looks like either,” Lois said.

“It looks like somebody wasn't thinking with their brains,” Jimmy said. Lois was surprised at the asperity in his voice.

Perry opened the door to his office. “Lane, Kent. In my office.”

With mounting trepidation, Lois and Clark headed for Perry’s office. It was never good to be called into the E-in-C’s office first thing in the morning, especially when the blinds were drawn.

“Chief, first of all, it’s not...” Lois began. Then she realized Perry wasn't alone. Sitting in one of the chairs opposite Perry’s desk was a tall dark-haired man in an expensive business suit – Bruce Wayne.

“Don’t even try,” Perry warned her. “That said, this thing's already blown up beyond all reason. Now, the Planet hasn't taken an official position yet – but I can't sit on my hands much longer. The fellows upstairs…” He nodded in Wayne’s direction. “… are breathing down my neck to get this mess cleaned up ASAP.” He glowered at her. “So, what do you want me to do? What do we print?”

Lois shared an uneasy look with her husband. “I have absolutely...” she began.

“... no idea,” Clark completed.

“Maybe a statement from Superman?” Bruce suggested. “Explain what was really happening when that video was taken.”

“Explain what?” Clark asked. “That they weren’t setting up an assignation, but Lois was asking Superman to pick up her luggage from the airport? Please, tell me which one sounds better?”

“Since you put it that way…” Bruce said with a chuckle. “But what about the witnesses who allegedly saw Lois checking into a hotel and Superman landing on the balcony of her room?”

“They’re lying,” Lois stated. “Why would I check into a hotel when I have a perfectly good house where I was with my husband?”

“Do you have any witnesses?” Perry asked. “Pizza delivery, anything?”

Lois shook her head. “After Jason and I left here I went to the grocery store and then home. Clark got home maybe an hour after I did. We had dinner and watched a DVD. What we did after that is nobody else’s business.”

Perry sighed. “Okay. Here’s what we’re going to do. Until Superman feels he can make a statement, the Planet is not going to dignify those rags by spreading their accusations. But kids, you really need to be more careful.”

“What we need to do is find out who took the video and gave it to the Inquisitor,” Bruce said. “There’s no attribution on the video or the photos taken from it and I’m reasonably certain a legitimate source would want credit if only so they could get on the interview circuit. So, who would gain from destroying Superman’s wholesome image?”

Lois shook her head. “That could be anybody. Someone who wants to interfere with the peace talks, some nut job…”

“Um, the publisher of the Inquisitor?” Clark added.

“Randolph Goode?” Bruce asked. “The King of Sleaze?”

“Well, um, yeah,” Clark said. “He was trying to clean up his personal image. Before Superman left for Krypton, Goode was in contention for the Metropolis Man of the Year Award.  He lost out to Superman mostly because Superman had successfully negotiated the treaty between Podansk and Latislan. Goode wasn't exactly a graceful loser about it. He actually made threats. But, um, there’s also the possibility that Superman isn’t the real target.”

“But a smear campaign against me isn’t going to gain anybody very much,” Lois pointed out. “I can certainly ride it out.”

“Unless it escalates,” Bruce said. “And if someone really is out to get Superman, or Lois Lane, it will escalate.”

There was a knock on the door then Jimmy peeked his head in. “It’s all over the talk shows. And everybody, and his sister, is claiming to have seen Lois and Superman together, including Lois’s housekeeper and Jason’s nanny.”

“But I’ve never had a housekeeper or a nanny,” Lois protested.

“Thanks, Olsen,” Perry said. He turned back to Lois and Clark. “I’d say this was escalating. Fast.”

“I’ll get my people to look into that video and the alleged witnesses,” Bruce said. “With any luck, we can prove that the eyewitness accounts are part of an orchestrated smear campaign and things will die down fast.”

“But that may take a few days,” Clark pointed out. “We may not have that long.” He nodded to the television monitor on the credenza. On the screen was a grim-looking Brock Thompson, GNN’s senior news anchor, sitting at his desk. Perry grabbed the remote and turned up the volume.

“It appears at this hour,” Thompson was saying, “that the leaders of Latislan and Podansk have called off the peace talks, claiming that Superman can no longer be trusted. War appears inevitable now...”

“We need to figure out who’s pushing those buttons and fast,” Clark said grimly, turning to Bruce. “What about the research I asked about?”

“I have it, and some other stuff I found that might be pertinent,” Bruce said. “Let me make some phone calls and I’ll be right back with you.”

With that dismissal, Lois left Perry’s office to head back to her desk as Clark headed to the little office he was working out of.

The noise level in the newsroom still wasn’t where is usually was. Lois chose to ignore the dour looks in her direction as she settled in at her desk and booted up her computer. She’d been the subject of dour looks before – when Richard announced their engagement and the wags decided Lois was nothing more than a gold-digger after the boss’s innocent nephew since her career was on the skids following Superman’s disappearance. The fact that none of it was true didn’t matter. It was the perception that that was important. She’d also gotten disapproving looks when she came back to work after Jason was born. She had come back to work and brought her baby with her.

Perry had no objections to the arrangement. Jason stayed in Richard’s nearly sound-proof office under his daddy’s watchful eye. The objections came from people who didn’t even know her or Richard. Who would have thought that, in the Twenty-First Century, there were still people who objected to a woman breast-feeding her own child in a private office?

She and Richard had survived the glowering looks and muttered remarks then. She and Clark would survive them now.



“What have you got for me?” Clark asked when Bruce opened the door. The billionaire carefully closed the door behind him. Clark sat back and watched as Bruce lowered the blinds then attached several small devices to the glass of the windows and door. He did the same for the windows on the outside wall.

“That good, huh?” Clark asked.

“Considering everything, I think discretion is the better part of valor,” Bruce explained. He opened his briefcase and pulled out several files which he dropped on the cluttered desk. “Your hunch about Mardon may have been correct. He’s been living in Latislan, showed up there about three months before the weather started going wonky.”

Clark opened the top file and skimmed through it. “He’s not working for the Latislan government?”

“I was a little surprised by that too,” Bruce admitted.

Clark read the file more closely, although still at super-human speed. Mark Mardon was on the payroll of a company called Cyclone Recovery which did clean up work after environmental ‘incidents’ such as hurricanes, tornadoes, and floods. Clark knew they were already on the scene in Latislan, cleaning up government facilities damaged due to the dam breaks. He also knew from his own research that Cyclone had a reputation for getting to the scene almost before the winds had died down. In some cases, Cyclone was on the scene before government services even arrived.

Clark shook his head. “This is getting crazier by the minute. Mark Mardon, escaped convict, is getting paid by the company contracted to do the clean up in Latislan?”

“Cyclone Recovery is already in the area,” Bruce reminded him. “And the area is far more politically unstable than it has been in years. But who owns Cyclone Recovery?”

Clark went back to the file. Cyclone’s parent company was Treadstone Investments, founded by Timothy Schenko. Schenko had been reputed to be one of the Soviet’s top researchers in weather manipulation until he defected to the U.S. in the 70’s and dropped out of sight for ten years. Another sheet, heavily blacked out, described a CIA project called Operation Lightning Strike whose purpose was to find ways of controlling weather for strategic purposes. Schenko’s name was mentioned as one of the researchers. The operation was shut down in the 80’s, apparently for political reasons. Another sheet detailed Schenko’s personal life. Clark skipped over that for the time being.

“So Schenko gets let go by the CIA and starts his own company,” Clark said. “Did pretty well by the looks of it. But it still doesn’t answer why they took on Mardon.”

“No, it doesn’t,” Bruce admitted. “But want to hear a theory?”

Clark shrugged. “Sure.”

“The CIA would have forbidden Schenko from continuing his research. But I don’t think he stopped. My people are doing more digging but there was a spate of bad, really bad, typhoons in the Nineties. Remember?”

“I was in two of them,” Clark said.

Bruce nodded. “My people tell me that those storms didn’t evolve along normal patterns and there was speculation even then that they’d been ‘helped’ along.”

“Strategic weather control.”

“The conspiracy theorists blame the CIA. My bet is on Schenko. My gut also tells me that Mardon sold his brother’s research to Schenko. Schenko may have even made the first move in order to neutralize his strongest rival. I’m also betting that Schenko and Mardon have been using the area around the Latislan and Podansk as a testing ground to perfect their weather control techniques.”

“And then Superman comes back,” Clark mused. “What better way to keep him occupied than with a couple of busted dams? But why push them into a war that neither can win? That part makes no sense.”

“Who’s in the best position to step in if it spirals out of control?”

“I thought the Russians had sworn off their adventurism,” Clark said.

“And you’re more naïve than I thought if you believe that,” Bruce said. “We both know there’s untold wealth in natural resources in those mountains. And who’s going to object if the Russians step in to put a stop to a little war between two of their nuclear armed former satellites?”

“But why would Schenko want to help the Russians?”

“Why did Luthor try to destroy the world?” Bruce asked in return.

“Luthor was out of his mind.”

“And who’s to say Schenko and Mardon aren’t?”

“So, how do I fix it?” Clark asked. “Navance and Kasparov aren’t big Superman fans right now.”

“Hopefully by tomorrow we can announce we have proof the whole thing was a vicious hoax,” Bruce said. “But I do have to ask this. Has Lois pissed off anybody recently?”

“The people Lois pisses off wouldn’t settle for a smear campaign. They’re more the long walk off a short pier type. In fact, I was a little surprised when I came back and found she was still alive.”

Clark was expecting Bruce to at least chuckle. Instead the billionaire sighed and pulled a file from the bottom of the pile and dropped in front of Clark.

“I don’t know if he ever told her,” Bruce said.

Curious, Clark flipped open the file. Clipped to the papers inside was a photo of Richard White. Clark read through the documents once then shut the file with a snap.

“It doesn’t say what his last assignment was or why the NIA let him go,” Clark said quietly, trying not to let his surprise show. “They don’t normally let their field agents just walk away.”

Bruce sighed again and Clark had the feeling Bruce knew much more than what was in the file.

“I don’t have all the details, and what I do have is a little vague,” Bruce said after a long moment. “But White was supposed to be keeping an eye on the daughter of a foreign dignitary who was allegedly involved in some very unsavory stuff. The daughter was making noises about coming to the U.S. and there were hopes she’d bring evidence against her dad with her. Didn’t happen. She ended up dead along with Dad and there were rumors that it was ordered from way up in the NIA. In fact, there was a major housecleaning there just after White walked out on them. That was about six months before you took off.”

“What was the daughter’s name?”

“Margosha Yerikovna Kasparova, President Valerik Illyavitch Kasparov’s niece.”

“Oh crud,” Clark murmured. Richard had been involved in that? “Does Perry know?”

“You’ll have to ask him.”

“I thought Richard was one of the good guys,” Clark said mostly to himself. He had no idea how, or even if, he was going to tell Lois that her late fiancé had been a government agent.

“Nothing I’ve found suggests he wasn’t one of the good guys,” Bruce said. “He was trying to bring down SHADO, remember? And he kept Lois and Jason safe while you were gone. That counts for something.”



Lois looked longingly at the closed office door where Bruce and Clark were able to hide out from the unfolding disaster that seemed to be surrounding her.

On the nearest monitor, WGBS was running a promo for their syndicated Top Copy celebrity prime time news program.  On the screen was a clip from the now infamous ‘key video’ above the Top Copy banner. The closed captioning ran across the bottom of the screen, ‘Tonight on Top Copy: It seems Lois Lane isn't the only woman Superman has been seeing...’

Onscreen, the video was replaced by a picture of a pair of identical pneumatic blonde twins wearing Superman t-shirts. They were flashing bright smiles at the camera. ‘Meet the Texas Twins who claim Superman's cape has hung on their bed knob a time or two!’ scrolled across the screen.

Lois glowered, trying to ignore the snide comments coming from nearby desks.

“So, Lois,” Ralph said giving her a smarmy grim. “Looks like Kent just isn’t enough for you. So what’s it like, having Superman…”

“One more word from you, Ralph, and I won’t be responsible for my actions,” Lois warned sweetly.

“It was an innocent question,” Ralph protested.

“Ralph, you and innocent is kinda like child porn,” Lois said. “The words don’t belong together and when they are, it’s illegal, immoral, and otherwise sickening.”

“Hey!” Ralph yelped as Lois backed her chair onto his foot.

“Lois, are you okay?” Clark asked, walking up to her desk. Ralph beat a hasty retreat.

“Well, considering I'm one notch below Cruella DeVille on the popularity scale,” Lois said, trying to keep the anger out of her voice. “And I’m being publically raked over the coals for something I didn’t even do, great.”

Clark just gave her one of his patented patient looks.

She sighed, sagging back into her chair. “Every where I turn it's cold stares and colder shoulders. It's like everybody's blaming me for bringing down their hero. Nobody’s even considering the idea that maybe it’s all a lie.”

“We’ll get through this,” Clark said softly. He leaned over and kissed her hair.

“I know we will,” Lois responded. “I just can’t believe how stupid the whole thing is. I just want to find somebody to punch out, or scream at, or just go home and pull the blankets over my head until it all blows over.”

Clark chuckled. “You know, technically we’re still on vacation. How about you take off, do something with Jason and I’ll meet you at home in a couple hours?”

“Sounds like a plan,” Lois said. “Nobody’s taking my calls today anyway.” It was just another miserable part of a miserable day. She’d tried calling her regular sources to see if they had anything for her but the only ones who had bothered to talk to her had only wanted to know about her relationship with Superman. It was galling. Worse, it was humiliating. Lois Lane didn’t do humiliating.

“Let Perry know I’m taking off, okay?” she told her husband as she turned off her computer and grabbed her purse. She gave him a quick kiss and started away from her desk.

“Going to meet the big guy?” Ralph called out.

Lois stopped and glared at him but Clark spoke up, “Um, Ralph, don’t make me regret saving you from that bomb any more than I already do.” Clark shifted as though uncomfortable with speaking out. “Besides,” he continued, “that’s my wife you’re talking about and if I’m not worried about her and Superman… Well, let’s just say that nobody else is entitled to an opinion.”

It was so rarely that Clark actually spoke up in the newsroom, it was like the world had stopped in utter shock. Lois was willing to swear that a pin hitting the floor would have been heard in the ensuing silence.

Clark leaned close to her. “Wait a minute and I’ll get my stuff,” he murmured. “How does a trip to the zoo grab you?”

“You don’t think we’ll be mobbed by sleaze hounds?” Lois whispered back.

“Not in Seattle,” he responded.

She grinned. “I’ll meet you down at the daycare center.”



Perry White looked out of his office window into the bullpen. This was his domain, his people, and he wasn't pleased that someone had seen fit to publically humiliate one of his best for simply showing affection for Metropolis’s resident alien, assuming that was even the case.

Maybe Lois and Superman had shown bad judgment for doing whatever in such a public venue, but that didn’t mean the Dirt Diggers of the world had the right to invade the privacy of individuals who had never been charged with a crime, never chosen to be in the public eye. Superman had never made any claims of wanting to be a celebrity. In fact he avoided the limelight as much as he could, considering how visible his uniform was and how public his activities were.

He watched Lois retreat from the newsroom, driven out by the thoughtless cruelty of jealous co-workers. He was going to have to warn Ralph again that harassing Lois, or Clark for that matter, was a good way to get hurt.

Perry hoped the issue would die down soon. The bullpen had enough drama on the average day. He didn’t need his best people adding to it.

Journalists were supposed to report the news, not be it.

Clark waved to him, making a sign that he was leaving with Lois. Perry nodded, giving his permission. Clark had already turned in a piece on the ongoing troubles in Eastern Europe and how Superman’s offer of assistance was being refused. With any luck, Lois would be back in her groove once the rags started leaving her alone.

Perry hoped Bruce Wayne would be able to discover what was really behind the smear campaign against Lois and Superman, but he had his doubts. What would a playboy, even one as bright and connected as Wayne seemed to be, know about investigative work?

He opened the door to his office. “Olsen, Harper! My office, now!”

Perry was heartened to see Jimmy and Polly hurrying towards him. He shut the door behind him.

“I have an assignment for the two of you…”

Sex, Lies & Videotape - Story by Dan Wilcox; Teleplay by Andrew Dettmann & Daniel Truly