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Ladies and gentlemen

 

a Cybertronics,
self sustaining heart.

 

The subject is prepped
for the upgrade.

 

Okay, my blurry,
butt-kicking friend.

 

You were right.

 

Tess of the uber-villains
is up to no good.

 

She is hoarding more
meteor rock here

 

than there probably is
in all of Smallville.

 

And something tells me the
reason is behind that curtain.

 

Hank?

 

I don't think so.

 

Tell that to the
bean counters in H.R.

 

They didn't want to chip in to buy
extra letters to spell "Henrietta."

 

How did she get in here?

 

Inform the boss
the upgrade has been compromised.

 

Get rid of her.

 

Get off of me!

 

He's gone. He's gone.

 

Lockdown! Now!

 

Oh, God.

 

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How'd you get in here?

 

How did i get in here?

 

It must have been some night.

 

Yeah, I was chasing
down a red-hot lead and then

 

hit a dead end.

 

Lois, what happened to you?

 

You know, I was just...

 

I was trying too
hard to open up my...

 

"The Hangover" DVD,

 

with dad's swiss army knife.

 

He was sure I wouldn't
put it to good use.

 

Want to kiss it better, soldier?

 

What's going on?
You've been AWOL for over a week.

 

I know we agreed a little
mystery between us would be good,

 

but I'm worried about you.

 

Come on. I think it'd be a good idea if
there was nothing between us.

 

I think that can be arranged.

 

I'm sorry, Smallville.
It's Randall.

 

It could be the
story of the century.

 

I can't risk a potential "coulda,
shoulda, woulda."

 

It's okay. I wouldn't want you to
miss out on something big.

 

Really, really bad timing,
but I won't hold it against you.

 

Have you found the information
on Mercer I requested?

 

Yeah, she's running a secret
underground facility at 4th and Lincoln,

 

where she's testing some
red form of meteor rocks.

 

But score one for the "obvious" column.
I think that you already knew that,

 

since you saved me from
an early obituary, right?

 

Yeah.

 

What is she experimenting on?

 

You know what? Listen, if this isn't a
matter of life and death,

 

I really... I have to go.

 

I got to hand it to you,
bright eyes.

 

You sure have a way
of finding trouble.

 

Said the man who swatted me
around like a tether ball

 

on our last arena challenge.

 

I just wanted to get you home.

 

I didn't mean for you to see me.

 

Wait. Get me home?

 

When I woke up on the lab table,
they had altered me.

 

And my mind my mind
is almost normal.

 

It is. It is.

 

Except for this.
This upgrade here.

 

- It's here. Look.
- Upgrade?

 

John, who did this to you?

 

Her scientists did.

 

I heard them saying something about

 

slamming a chip

 

in the back so they could control
everything that I do.

 

But then you...

 

you helped me escape before -
before they could.

 

John, what's happening?
John, look at me.

 

My heart is gonna stop

 

if I don't find a
meteor rock and refuel.

 

Thank you.

 

Okay. Vector 10 1/2 feet north.

 

Have I sunk Lois' battleship?

 

I can see 50
feet in every direction.

 

There's no reason why Lois
would be standing in this spot

 

for two hours last night.

 

Not that I want to wade

 

into the salty ocean of amour
that is Lois and Clark,

 

but if you two are playing "Mr.
& Mrs. Smith" now,

 

don't you think there might
be a sight trust issue?

 

I'm worried she's holding
something back from me

 

it's kind of different when the
control's on the other foot.

 

You know, Lois trusts you.

 

Now you need to trust her.

 

- I do.
- Right.

 

And that's why you had
me lojack her key chain?

 

I just checked the time code,
if we could rocket back a few hours,

 

you would be standing
on Lois' shoulders.

 

Clark Kent at the keyboard?

 

Have I been downsized in
the bureaucratic world of supeheroes?

 

I just got tired of waiting for you.

 

Snap.

 

Someone woke up on the
wrong side of the planet.

 

More like the wrong side of Lois. That
will never happen again. Check this out.

 

What exactly caught
your better-than-bionic eye this time?

 

It's Tess.

 

It was her underground lab
that Lois was snooping around in.

 

What's with the thermo-radioactive
scan of North America?

 

She's storing meteor
rock around the country.

 

She's gonna pay for it.

 

Clark, wait.

 

As much as I would love to
have Tess out of our lives,

 

you can't take her down for this.

 

You're connecting the
dots in the wrong order.

 

These deposits don't belong to Tess.

 

Tess is the only one who knows
what Kryptonite can do to me.

 

Except... for me...

 

and Oliver.

 

You and Oliver betrayed me.

 

It sounds worse than it actually.

 

You're stockpiling weapons around
the world that can kill me.

 

- Not you... Kryptonians.
- I'm Kryptonian!

 

The weapons are just insurance.

 

In case what?
In case I turned on you?

 

God, I was such a fool to think
that you could ever understand me.

 

You think you're better than Tess.

 

At least she didn't pretend
to be on my side all those years.

 

Clark, why don't you hear my side?

 

What if some day
there was ever a war?

 

There is a war, Chloe, right now.

 

And you're about to lose it.

 

Stay away.

 

Stay back, Lois.

 

Glad to see you're looking so good.

 

Thanks.

 

You look... pretty good, too.

 

I meant, you know, strong.

 

I mean... healthy, alive.

 

Maybe we should get
out of here before

 

The Blur decides to light this
place up like a Christmas tree.

 

The Blur did this to you?

 

Yeah, I don't know how he found me.

 

Maybe he wasn't here for you.

 

Maybe he was following
a well-meaning source.

 

And you did kind of go
"phantom of the boiler room"

 

last time you entered stage right.

 

Last time I checked,
this was private property.

 

Looks like Tess Mercer's skeleton is
finally crawling out of the closet.

 

Speaking of being hidden in the closet,
how's Oliver doing these days?

 

Don't worry your pretty
little head about that.

 

And by "head," I mean the one

 

that the secret government
agency Checkmate is wanting to lob off.

 

That must really suck to be
on the outs of your own walls.

 

I'm guessing you'd know.

 

Since you're not cuddling up to
your own cyberscreens,

 

I'm venturing that Clark has finally
uncovered your Kryptonite arsenal.

 

This is the last place I sent him.

 

I should have known Clark took
a walk down the ruby-red road.

 

That explains his
lack of "edit" button.

 

I thought Clark was only
affected by green meteor.

 

What's the red do?

 

Basically it turns him into
the bad boy every girl dreams of...

 

in her nightmares.

 

And why should I care?

 

Clark's made it clear that he's
not my knight in shining armor,

 

which is why I made my own
all-purpose bodyguard.

 

Believe it or not, Tess,
this isn't all about you.

 

Sooner or later, Clark will out himself
and your merry band of Kryptonians.

 

If the world gets wind
of their existence,

 

there's no turning back.

 

Right, but you can protect your alien
pet project if you help me find Clark.

 

"Irony...

 

The cleaning baptism
that redeems the soul."

 

Kierkegaard.

 

You have to enjoy the paradox.

 

The only thing on their planet
that can harm us is a piece of our own.

 

You lied about having powers.

 

How'd you get them?

 

From you.

 

From your blood.

 

When you saved me.

 

It's contradictory, isn't it?

 

But then again, you are the
greatest contradiction of all,

 

dedicating your life
to the greater good

 

and at the same time deceiving
those you love the most.

 

I'm the one who's been deceived.

 

Come, come, Kal-El.

 

You have become far too calculating

 

to play the naive farm boy anymore.

 

Your closest friends fear you

 

because they will never understand you.
And how could they?

 

You need me.

 

Who else in your world has
ever truly been your equal?

 

I have no equal.

 

You really can't see it, can you?

 

A modern-day messiah

 

whose symbol is worshiped by
the mere mortals at his feet,

 

a God who rips decisions
out of the hands of fate.

 

Now there is a real threat
out there to both of us.

 

And with your map of the
Kryptonite arsenals,

 

we can take out any defense
they have against us.

 

Nothing can stop us.

 

Now the question is...

 

Who will you join?

 

Your friends?

 

Your friends,
who have stockpiled weapons

 

around the world to kill you?

 

Or the one man who weighs
the same decisions,

 

struggles with the same dilemmas...

 

And who just saved your life?

 

I appreciate you trying to help,

 

but I've got it from here,
all right?

 

You get yourself into enough trouble
without me leading you to more.

 

I promised I'd get you to the
military base in South Dakota.

 

So, what are you,
my personal bodyguard?

 

My dad assured me Dr.
Vale is the best guy around.

 

So whether you like it or not,
you're stuck with me.

 

As nice as that sounds,

 

I could have Tess Mercer's
entire defense division

 

- descending on me at any minute.
- Exactly.

 

So when you're free and clear

 

and planting your homestead
spike in the badlands

 

then I'll send you the sayonara.

 

Let me help you with that.

 

That's so kind of you.

 

For someone so reticent
about joining forces,

 

you've certainly wasted no time in
destroying Chloe's Kryptonite stock hold.

 

I'm sure there's some quote
about betrayal stinging the most

 

when it's from someone you trust.

 

Your father could
have rattled it off.

 

- You remind me of him.
- Yeah. I'd rather not hear it.

 

I didn't get the chance
to know him like you did.

 

Don't get me wrong.
We used to fight...

 

until all hours of the night.

 

So, what? He was stubborn, like me?

 

Yeah.

 

But that never meant that
I didn't respect him.

 

You must have had a friend
that you had a connection with,

 

like you were opposite
sides of the same soul.

 

Yeah. Once. A long time ago.

 

You no longer have to be worried about
people envying you.

 

Or fearing you...

 

because you have a family now,
a family who understands.

 

Good.

 

Maybe it's time to live a little.

 

It's quite a view.

 

Everything seems so
clear from up here.

 

I'm asking myself why it
took me so long to see it.

 

Sometimes it just takes somebody
to share your perspective.

 

If only your father could see us.

 

He can.

 

How would you like to say hello
to your old friend Jor-El?

 

But first...

 

let's give the people of
Seattle a little surprise.

 

My ops found our soldier
of fortune on a bus.

 

Any luck with your problem child?

 

How often does it snow in Seattle?

 

Not a great time for a game
of Trivial Pursuit, Chloe.

 

No. Seriously, Tess.

 

Seattle just had a fluke snowstorm
with the temperature at 64 degrees.

 

I got it.
Thank God for blogging.

 

They saw something vaulting towards
the space needle six minutes ago.

 

Guess who's coming for dinner,
together...

 

with powers.

 

But you already knew that,
didn't you?

 

What I don't know is why
the sudden bromance.

 

Welcome home, brother.

 

He isn't exactly rolling out
the welcome mat, is he?

 

- Nothing's working...
- which figures.

 

As soon as I embrace my heritage,
you vanish.

 

Given what you told me about my role

 

in the last days of Krypton,
I'm not surprised.

 

He can't blame you for
something you haven't done yet.

 

It took you almost a
year to warm up to me.

 

I wouldn't expect my
discerning old friend

 

to give me any more latitude.
It's all right.

 

I've learned everything I
need from this thing anyway.

 

Don't be too quick to dismiss what
Jor-El has to offer you, Kal-El.

 

Trust me. I can live without constant
lectures and mind games.

 

How about the answers to
everything in the universe?

 

Give me a break.

 

I was a skeptic, too.

 

On Krypton, our children are raised

 

to revere the red sun God, Rao.

 

Unlike your civilizations,

 

superstition has no
place in our beliefs.

 

Religion is science,

 

not some... mystical
questioning of it.

 

Your father left our bible,
the book of Rao, on this Earth.

 

And what with all of this and
the knowledge in that book,

 

Kal-El, there is no limit
to what we can achieve.

 

I lost the GPS feed.

 

Where'd you send him?

 

On a hunch.

 

How not surprised am
I to see you here.

 

By the way, this is the
least-secret secret lab

 

I've ever been in...

 

Twice.

 

I am so sorry to
disappoint you, Lois.

 

But I doubt that the government

 

is going to want their
covert defense programs

 

on the front page of The
Daily Planet. So if you could just...

 

I saw what you did to Corben.

 

I was on the bus when you sent me
on a tranq trip to Mount Rushmore.

 

You can't cover this up, Tess.

 

Sorry, Lo.

 

You take care of her,

 

and I'll clean the rest of this up
to make sure that no one will believe

 

Lois' trip down the rabbit hole.

 

How did he get in here?

 

I sure do like what
you've done with the place.

 

And I thought I got a
chilly welcome.

 

I don't blame you for frying me.

 

But someone who cares about
you sent me here to save you.

 

And I owe you one.

 

This is my lucky day to be saved.

 

Take it from someone
who's been there.

 

We don't always know
when we need saving.

 

You can thank me another time.

 

Zod.

 

God. Do you take lessons
in how to do that?

 

Isn't the appropriate response,
"thank God you're still alive.

 

Too bad you're wearing
clothes this time"?

 

Yes, that's it. The first part.

 

So, how did you get
away from Mercer?

 

It involved a secret cave,

 

action sequence out
of the Ice Capades and your best friend.

 

Maybe this makes up for everything.

 

Where'd you get that?

 

Souvenir from my own
little adventure.

 

The first time I saw you,

 

I never thought that you'd
end up being my hero.

 

Of course, I was hoping to escape
with a different heart.

 

You know, Lois,

 

you're the only one
that's been honest...

 

and loyal and brave.

 

That's a scary-high pedestal of
adjectives you just put me on.

 

You're the only one
that's given me a chance.

 

I mean, I can't ever
tell anyone else about me.

 

You're the only chance
that I have of living an honest.

 

Honest life.

 

If I were gonna disappear again,

 

I would want to disappear with you.

 

Me.

 

John, that means a lot.

 

But I'm with someone else.

 

It's a little on the squeaky side,

 

I probably won't pull back the curtain
and reveal our wild and crazy ride.

 

But...

 

he is it for me.

 

Sorry. I...

 

You have one of those words for now?

 

Maybe if this were another lifetime

 

yeah.

 

You know, I really...

 

hope that your guy knows
who you really are.

 

'Cause you are a real...

 

dame, Lois lane.

 

You're not that naive, are you?

 

If Kal-El and I can work together,
why wouldn't I try

 

because he doesn't have your
best interests at heart.

 

But you and I, we have a
commitment to each other.

 

You're not backing out me, are you?

 

I'm not the one that sent
a modern-day metal Nero to attack you.

 

No.

 

Not today.

 

You can't bet everything
we've worked for,

 

including the safety of your people,

 

on someone who's so quick
to switch allegiances.

 

I don't think you have any idea of
the power that lies within Kal-El.

 

I hope you're right.

 

'Cause you're losing
control of the Kandorians.

 

I discovered a secret rebellion.

 

A group of your people
have turned against you

 

and are looking to a new leader.

 

I didn't think it would be a good idea
to get the handyman to repair this.

 

If I had an apology on video,

 

it would have saved me a
lot of time this year.

 

I'd say I did my fair
share of trespassing, as well.

 

You mean the part where you were amassing
the only weapons that can kill me?

 

Yeah, that would be the part.

 

Maybe you were the one seeing
things clearly from the beginning.

 

There's something I didn't
tell you about the future.

 

Your Kryptonite armory was
the only thing that saved the world.

 

And me teaming up with Zod,

 

turning my back on you and Oliver,
that wasn't all the red Kryptonite.

 

Curious.

 

I think it was some sort of
wish-fulfillment thing for me.

 

If you wanted to redecorate the place,
all you had to do was ask.

 

It's just that seeing you and Lois
together, you're like sisters.

 

The two of you have an
understanding of each other,

 

a shorthand that I've never known.

 

We're family.

 

Something I don't
have much of anymore.

 

I mean, Zod and I, we've...

 

we've been on different sides.

 

We were raised in different worlds.

 

But somehow, through the
isolation and the burdens,

 

losing our home, trying to
manage in somebody else's,

 

he understands things about
me that nobody else can.

 

Chloe, he's the closest
thing to a brother that I may ever know.

 

Some of our brothers and
sisters have defected.

 

And I'm afraid we've been betrayed.

 

But we will prevail.

 

The time has come to
share in your birthright.