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(Clark)
Faora?

 

It's not a good idea to advertise
you're from another planet.

 

You may feel more human
than Kryptonian.

 

This is who I am.

 

Just when
you're out in public,

 

it's better to keep those tags
hidden and play it safe.

 

How can you be safe when
someone destroyed our tower?

 

It could have been
brought down by anyone.

 

I don't even know
who to trust anymore.

 

I know how much that tower
meant to you, to all of you,

 

but you can't change
what happens in the past.

 

Zod told us
it was our salvation.

 

And he was wrong.

 

Trust me, the future will be
much brighter without it.

 

Only one thing
gives me hope.

 

You found my sister
and brought her back to me.

 

[ laughs ]
Kal-El!

 

Hey.
It's "Clark," remember?

 

You both need to call me
by my human name.

 

"Clark."
it just sounds so alien.

 

I came by
to check on you both.

 

I understand how difficult it
can be, adjusting to a new home.

 

Without our powers, adjusting
will be even more difficult.

 

Faora, we have nothing
to fear anymore.

 

He'll protect us.

 

[ siren wailing ]

 

Go.
They need you, too.

 

[ air whooshes ]

 

[ sighs ]

 

Sister,
don't get your hopes up.

 

He's in love
with a human.

 

Close up and meet me
across the street.

 

You can drown your sorrows
in one of their cappuccinos.

 

[ door closes ]

 

[ bell dings ]

 

[ sighs ]
Sorry! We're closed!

 

[ rattling ]

 

Hello?

 

[ snap ]

 

[ rattling ]

 

[ screams ]

 

[ labored breathing ]

 

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??I don't care how you do it ??

 

??just stay ??

 

??stay ??

 

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??I've been waiting for you ??

 

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[ cellphone chirps ]

 

(Clark) Lois.
[ beep ]

 

What are you up to?

 

Oh, you know,
just juggling deadlines

 

like I'm trying out
for Cirque du Soleil.

 

What about you?
[ chuckles ]

 

You look like you have a few
pins in the air yourself.

 

Just making sure
I don't drop any assignments.

 

Hello.

 

You know, since we started
seeing each other,

 

we never really...

 

see each other.

 

Maybe we should...

 

stop and smell the roses.

 

Well, I know where
we can find some --

 

across the street,
romantic café.

 

Mm.

 

I see a table for two
in our future.

 

[ chuckles ]

 

(Faora)
Clark.

 

Who's the femme fatale?

 

An assignment
that I can't put off.

 

Guess we should
just hit the "pause" button

 

on our rosy rendezvous.

 

Thanks.

 

I'm sorry.
It's fine.

 

No problem, Smallville.

 

Go win a pulitzer.

 

I thought we agreed --
The Daily Planet is off-limits.

 

I had no choice.

 

I didn't want to risk

 

Zod finding out
that I was contacting you.

 

[ sighs ]

 

He doesn't trust you,
Kal-El.

 

But I think...

 

you're the only person
that can find my sister.

 

Vala? What happened?

 

She's been kidnapped.

 

Well, judging by the grim look
on your face,

 

I'd say you're not here
for the peepshow.

 

Who died?

 

My billion-dollar dream...

 

for an energy-efficient
solar tower.

 

And given
what it's cost our company,

 

I want to know
why you're not grieving.

 

Um, because I think

 

we can come up with
a more fiscally responsible way

 

to, uh, make the future
brighter, greener.

 

Really?
Yeah.

 

Or maybe you're
not shedding any tears

 

because you're happy that
somebody torched that tower.

 

I hope you're not pointing
the finger at me,

 

because I think
the investigators concluded

 

that it was a, uh,
freak accident, right?

 

Isn't that convenient?

 

There was a time...

 

when I could stare into those
big brown eyes of yours...

 

and believe
anything you told me.

 

Those days are history.

 

Well, believe me or not...

 

I did what I did because you
were bleeding the company dry.

 

Well, I'm glad to see
that you suddenly care

 

about staying
in the black.

 

Oh, yeah.

 

Because my divisions

 

aren't the only ones
wrecking the bottom line.

 

I had breakfast this morning
with the CFO,

 

and he revealed that somebody
at one of your subsidiaries

 

is embezzling funds.

 

So I suggest that you find
the money drain.

 

Stop the leak.

 

[ papers rustle ]

 

[ bell dings ]

 

[ door closes ]

 

You're too late.
I'm taking care of this.

 

I've made sure the police
know nothing about it,

 

and I've cleared up
before the owner arrives.

 

Why don't you go back
to saving humans, Kal-El?

 

I'm here to find Vala.

 

Well, I don't want
your help.

 

If you hadn't demanded
we assimilate,

 

Vala wouldn't be in danger.

 

You can't blame me
for her abduction.

 

You are to blame --

 

for sending everyone
away from me.

 

[ scoffs ]

 

No, you wanted to drive a wedge
between me and my people.

 

And now Vala and the others
are gone.

 

"the others"?
Yeah.

 

Two other Kandorians
are missing...

 

taken the same way,

 

their crest left behind
as a warning to us all.

 

Someone is hunting us.

 

And we can't defend
ourselves

 

because you will not give us
our powers.

 

I told you before,
I can't just give them to you!

 

And you've made sure
to seal our fate

 

by burning down my tower!

 

Police may have written this off
as an accident,

 

but you and I both
know the truth.

 

At least have the courage
to admit what you've done.

 

What I did was right.

 

For the humans!

 

For everyone!
The Kandorians won't see it that way.

 

You'll never tell them,
because you don't know

 

which ones have turned
against you already.

 

And the fact
that that tower's down

 

leaves you weaker
than ever.

 

Think of me what you will,

 

but know that,
because of your actions,

 

our people's blood
is on your hands.

 

[ sniffs ]

 

[ bell dings, door slams ]

 

[ air hisses ]

 

[ breathing heavily ]

 

[ gasps ]
[ machinery cranking ]

 

Ohh! No!

 

[ sobbing ] please.
Please let me out. Please!

 

Oh, I don't want you
contaminating anything, alien.

 

I'm not what you think I am.
I'm not.

 

Oh, I know who you are.

 

I thought all of you

 

had vanished
off the face of the earth.

 

But when I spotted you and
the others living among us,

 

pretending to be humans,
I realized...

 

you want to colonize
our planet.

 

No, no, no, you're wrong,
you're wrong, you're wrong.

 

I'm -- I'm human.
I'm the same as you.

 

Stop lying.

 

I'm gathering
undeniable proof.

 

I'm gonna share it
with the rest of the world.

 

And when
they learn the truth,

 

all of you will be hunted down
and exterminated!

 

[ machinery cranking ]

 

[ gasps ]

 

Oh, God.

 

No!

 

[ sobbing ]
No! No!

 

Stop! Stop!

 

Please! No!

 

Please! No! No!

 

[ door opens ]

 

Just the interruption
I was hoping for.

 

[ music volume increases,
rock music playing ]

 

I like where
this is going, Romeo,

 

But you might want to
put on some softer music.

 

This is not a booty call.

 

I think Tess Mercer
might be listening.

 

She's up to something,
and it involves you.

 

She came by my office today

 

with evidence that someone's
been siphoning money

 

from my company.

 

You're stealing from me.

 

It's not like that.
Right.

 

A lot of women
have used me for my money.

 

I never expected it
from you.

 

I wasn't stealing
from you, Oliver.

 

I was borrowing the cash.

 

I'm buying insurance
for the entire planet.

 

[ air whooshes ]

 

Have you found my sister?

 

Not yet.
But I haven't given up.

 

Now, Zod told me that
three Kandorians were abducted.

 

Is that true?

 

What was Vala's connection
to the other two?

 

They're what you call
cybernetic engineers.

 

Together
they were performing...

 

tests to get our powers.

 

Perhaps these tests are
to blame for her abduction.

 

You can tell me.

 

They were experimenting
on humans.

 

[ soft accordion music playing ]

 

[ sighs ]

 

Pinot noir. For one.

 

[ chuckles softly ]

 

[ sighs ]

 

Miss Lane.

 

I'm Dr. Bernard Chisholm.

 

Forgive me
for being so forward,

 

but I have a news story
that I think you should hear.

 

Sorry, doc,
you just got me on a night

 

when work is the last thing
I want to think about.

 

It'll make your career.

 

Aliens are living among us.

 

Okay.

 

Tell you what, pal --

 

the next time that you want
to get a hot tip to a reporter,

 

just...

 

try an envelope
and a 44-cent stamp.

 

Okay?

 

I did.
Dozens of times, in fact.

 

Well, considering
your story's alien angle,

 

those letters probably never
made it off the wacko pile.

 

I can prove my claims.

 

I've captured
some of them.

 

They're under lock and key

 

at a safe location
outside the city.

 

Come with me, Miss Lane.

 

I'll show you.
Help me spread the word.

 

Together we'll defend
the human race.

 

You're very convincing.

 

I just need to call my editor

 

and let him know that
I'm following a hot lead.

 

[ sighs ]
Damn cellphone.

 

Never a signal
when you need one.

 

Just --
I'm gonna try out there.

 

Just stay here, okay?

 

Don't go anywhere.

 

[ door opens ]

 

[ telephone ringing ]

 

(Operator)
911. What's your emergency?

 

[ gun cocks ]

 

Never mind. False alarm.

 

I'd hoped you'd enlist
to fight our war,

 

but I guess
you'll have to be drafted.

 

This blood
confirms my suspicions.

 

These things are alien.

 

Now, I've kept copious notes
about my findings.

 

If I try to share them,
they'll be dismissed.

 

If they come from
a legitimate news source,

 

the public will listen.

 

And that's where
you come in.

 

Listen, Agent Mulder.
[ chuckles ]

 

I will write
your "X-files" exposé.

 

But I'm telling you...

 

no one will believe it.

 

They will when they receive
the body parts I've harvested.

 

I'm sending samples to medical
experts all over the world.

 

When they see the proof,
they'll come.

 

Cryogenically preserved specimen
waiting for them.

 

Okay, uh, uh, buddy...

 

you just went
from creepy critter

 

to full-blown nutjob.

 

You need to get that girl
out of that ziplock

 

and turn off
the deep freeze now.

 

You're not appreciating

 

the magnitude of my discovery,
Miss Lane.

 

It's an alien!

 

[ sighs ]

 

Look what they did to me.

 

Oh, my God.

 

The last thing that I remember,
I died of a heart attack.

 

But they brought me
back to life.

 

Then they...

 

implanted these...

 

into my brain.

 

Wait.

 

You are doing this to her
because she saved your life?

 

You should be thanking her,

 

not turning her
into a popsicle!

 

That thing
didn't save me!

 

When I died...

 

I was at peace.

 

But then,
whatever they did,

 

it's like
I can't shut off my brain.

 

You know, it --
I can't stop thinking.

 

And I have thoughts
that a person should never have.

 

The invasion has begun,
Miss Lane,

 

and it's our job
to save mankind.

 

The nurse said the medical examiner
will be with us any minute.

 

How many people did Vala
and the others work on?

 

All I know is they stole
the cadavers from the morgue

 

to perform their tests.

 

When the tests failed,
they left the bodies behind

 

for the authorities
to find.

 

They didn't kill anyone.

 

That doesn't make it
right.

 

These people didn't agree
to be guinea pigs

 

in your quest for power.

 

Dead or alive, Zod should
never have allowed it.

 

Zod didn't know.

 

Given the way I've seen him
command his troops,

 

I find that hard
to believe.

 

You've only known the man
a few short weeks.

 

You have no right
to pass judgment on him.

 

Let's just say I know him
better than you think.

 

Really?

 

Were you by his side
in the Argo Valley,

 

where he almost died
defending us all?

 

He ran behind
enemy lines alone

 

to carry a young cadet
to safety...

 

withstood laser scars
and shrapnel wounds

 

to bring her back home.

 

That cadet was me.

 

And if it wasn't for Zod,
I wouldn't be alive today.

 

He's always been a hero,

 

ready to give his life
to protect his people.

 

Like the way
he protected my father?

 

Regardless
of their differences,

 

I know, in his heart,

 

Zod always considered Jor-El
one of his truest friends.

 

I guess that's a side of Zod
I never knew existed.

 

You may think you have
insight into Zod, Kal-El,

 

but I assure you...

 

you don't really know
the man.

 

(Zod)
Hey, four eyes.

 

Help out a visually impaired
compadre, hmm?

 

What can I do
for you, Magoo?

 

[ laughs ]
Well...

 

I have been
writing an article

 

on extraterrestrial
conspiracy theorists --

 

people who believe
aliens roam the earth,

 

that kind of thing.

 

And, um, I've checked
with the police,

 

local FBI,
and internet groups,

 

and I haven't found
what I'm looking for yet,

 

so, um...

 

I figured if anyone wanted

 

to tell the world
they'd seen little green men,

 

they might contact us.

 

Seems the town's
full of UFO nuts.

 

Be right back.
Ah, why, thank you.

 

[ hinges creak ]

 

Kryptonite weapons?

 

This is what you've been
spending all of my money on --

 

something
that could kill Clark?

 

They're to protect all of us,
including Clark,

 

from Zod and all those
other Kandorians.

 

I don't understand.

 

I thought you were
helping set them all up

 

with licenses
and passports.

 

All the I.D.s I gave Clark

 

have computer tracking chips
in them.

 

I want to keep an eye on the
visitors from another planet.

 

Welcome to
"1984: The Sullivan edition."

 

Look, Ollie, I'm sorry, okay?
But I didn't have a choice.

 

Our friend's moral compass

 

has gotten us lost
more than once.

 

I'm not okay with just sitting
back and trusting Clark again.

 

[ camera shutter clicking ]

 

[ metal clattering ]

 

Look, Chisholm, if you're
trying to freak me out,

 

you've already won
the scream award.

 

There's no need for an encore!

 

[ muffled scream ]
Shh.

 

Shh.

 

[ breathing heavily ]
Zod.

 

How did you end up in my
nightmare on psycho street?

 

I'm with the FBI.

 

We've been watching Chisholm
for a while.

 

Where are the others?

 

There's only one person
left alive.

 

She's over there.

 

Here.

 

[ grunts ]

 

[ gasps ]
Vala.

 

What has this monster
done to you?

 

[ machinery powering down ]

 

(Lois)
Chisholm!

 

[ gunshot ]

 

[ Lois screams ]

 

(Dr. Chisholm)
Stop wasting time!

 

I have a deadline
to meet.

 

Agent Zod! Come on!

 

Wake up!
Listen to my voice.

 

Come on.

 

[ groaning ]

 

Y-you're alive.

 

I'm glad to see
that you are, too, g-man.

 

What do you say
we take a look?

 

Okay.

 

[ groans ]

 

Okay.

 

We're just... gonna
put some pressure on it,

 

and everything will be as good
as gold in no time, all right?

 

[ coughs ]

 

Chisholm will be back.

 

Don't worry.

 

I won't leave until
your FBI backup gets here.

 

Why would you do that?
You don't know me.

 

It's what Clark would do.

 

[ gulps ]

 

Lois...

 

backup isn't coming.

 

So you need
to help that girl.

 

[ coughs ]

 

And you need
to get out of here.

 

You save yourself.

 

Go! [ gasps ]

 

[ groans ]

 

I-I don't think I should
be talking to reporters

 

about hospital business.

 

I need this job.

 

Dr. Flores, we already know

 

that the bodies were taken
from the morgue last September.

 

I just need to know
if they were recovered.

 

Well, all.

 

except, uh...

 

this one.

 

John Corben?

 

Now you guys have to go.

 

Are there any witnesses --

 

someone who could identify
the people responsible

 

for stealing the bodies?

 

[ clears throat ]
I have no idea.

 

You'd have to ask the attending M.E.
who was here at the time.

 

And when does he get in?

 

Dr. Chisholm was forced
to take a leave of absence.

 

Psychiatric reasons.

 

You're gonna have to be
more specific than that.

 

I've said
all I'm gonna say.

 

Fine.

 

Then I'll have to make up the rest
and quote you as the source,

 

'cause that's what
reporters do

 

when they don't have
all the details.

 

[ scoffs ]

 

Okay.

 

Chisholm said he caught the body
snatchers here in the morgue,

 

but he was
so freaked out by it

 

that he had a heart attack
and died.

 

Then he claimed that
they brought him back to life

 

because they were
extraterrestrials,

 

Told everybody they experimented
on his brain.

 

Give me a way
to get in touch with him,

 

and I promise I won't mention
you in the article once.

 

Deal.

 

[ paper rustles ]

 

Here's his contact info.

 

But if he's talking
to aliens,

 

I doubt he'll want
to talk to you.

 

[ air hissing ]

 

Where'd she go?!

 

You're one of them.

 

It's worse
than I ever thought.

 

You aliens...

 

are everywhere.

 

You've infiltrated our world!

 

But you will not win.

 

You don't belong on this planet.

 

Your invasion stops now.

 

[ grunts ]

 

[ air whooshes ]

 

[ whirring ]

 

[ air whooshes ]

 

[ electricity crackling ]

 

[ air hissing ]

 

[ shivering ]

 

You're gonna be
all right.

 

[ groans ]

 

Zod?

 

You're gonna get
what you wanted.

 

I'll never see the sun rise
on your planet again.

 

My father's last wish
was to save your life.

 

That's what I'd expect
from Jor-El.

 

Don't speak.

 

We need to get you
to a hospital.

 

[ gasps ]
Kal-El.

 

You...

 

can't save me.

 

[ grunts ]

 

Zod?

 

Zod?!

 

Unh!

 

[ breathing heavily ]

 

Welcome back.

 

You said
they were in there.

 

Ms. Mercer,
I-I showed you the pictures.

 

Those crates were in this
container, hundreds of them.

 

They're not there now.

 

You wanted
a higher pay grade, Lenkov.

 

Prove to me
you're worth it.

 

Whatever they're spending
that money on, you find it!

 

Figured Tess was up to something
when she gave me the tip

 

about all the money
that you, um, "borrowed,"

 

So I moved
your stockpile.

 

So, what other dirty
little tricks do you think

 

the amazing Mercer
has up her sleeve?

 

It's too soon to tell.

 

Clark saw a future
that we want to run away from.

 

Said Tess
saw the same future.

 

Maybe she wants
to take us there.

 

Which is why we need those
weapons now more than ever.

 

Where'd you put them?

 

They're in a safe place.

 

Are you keeping me in the dark
because I lied to you?

 

Well, you know, Chloe,

 

you can't have a set of rules
for yourself

 

and then a whole nother set
of rules for everyone else.

 

Clark's in a Kandorian
family now,

 

and I don't want
to let his loyalties

 

lead us into another
doomsday scenario.

 

Neither do I.

 

So do you really think we
should tell Clark everything?

 

Absolutely.

 

But only when
the time is right.

 

[ elevator bell dings ]

 

Lab, please.

 

I need a blood sample analyzed.

 

[ elevator bell dings ]

 

Lois, what are you
doing here?

 

The first thing
the doctor said

 

when you got released from
Met Gen was to take it easy.

 

No time, Smallville.

 

I got Randall
to let me pen

 

my "Silence of the Lambs"
remake.

 

The bummer is, the support cast
didn't show up to set.

 

Our icy ingenue
refused treatment at Met Gen

 

and left no contact info.

 

Maybe she wanted to see
her own physician.

 

What about Zod?

 

Both the FBI field office
and D.C. Headquarters

 

say they have no record
of him.

 

Of course.

 

It's because
Zod works deep cover.

 

The FBI would never even admit
that he works there.

 

It's top-secret. That's why I
didn't tell you that he was an agent.

 

That's the thing
about heroes.

 

No matter how brightly
you shine the light on them,

 

they always want to
stay in the shadows.

 

But still, something
doesn't quite add up.

 

You're hiding something,
Smallville.

 

Some other earth-shattering
detail about Zod?

 

You want full disclosure?
Great.

 

It's a two-way street.

 

You're gonna have to tell me
what you're hiding in your desk drawer.

 

Ahh.

 

Touché, Mr. Kent.

 

Why don't we both just agree

 

that a little mystery
is good for the romance?

 

[ cellphone chirps ]

 

[ cellphone rings ]

 

You first.

 

[ beep ]

 

Lois, I should, um --

 

Follow up
on an assignment?

 

Yeah.
See you on the front pages.

 

I trust Lois is well.

 

Thanks to you.
She told me what happened.

 

You saved her.

 

Ah.

 

Well, she did a great job
of protecting me, too.

 

I can see
why you care for her.

 

How are you feeling?

 

Like a changed man.

 

When your enemy
becomes your savior,

 

your paradigm shifts.

 

Kal-El...

 

How did you know that
your blood would cure me?

 

I didn't.

 

It must have healed you because
you're Kryptonian, like me.

 

[ groans ]

 

You're still in pain?

 

[ groans ]

 

Even though you healed
my wounds, I was shot.

 

And unlike you,
I'm not made of steel.

 

You'll be better than new
in no time.

 

I am better...

 

because I was wrong
about you.

 

You do care
about the Kandorians.

 

And when you saved my life,

 

I realized that I...

 

I can trust you.

 

And together we'll make sure

 

that our people can call earth
their new home.

 

[ groans ]

 

[ siren wailing ]

 

[ air whooshes ]

 

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