Smallville s09e08 Episode Script

I wish we had more time.
Earth to Lois.
It's like you've been on another planet for the last 15 minutes.
Easy, Armstrong.
This space case is buried in research.
I've got like two weeks' worth of work to catch up on.
It was sort of a last-minute vacation, wasn't it? Yeah, well, I've got a pretty tightly wound bolt reflex.
Is this about what happened? Are you turning red? Believe it or not, my ejector-seat malfunction wasn't totally about you.
We should talk about it.
When I wanna talk about it, I'll send up a smoke signal.
Excuse me.
Can you help me? I need a signature.
I've got a delivery out back and nobody's in yet.
Ho, ho, ho, merry Christmas to me.
- You want me to help you with this? - No.
Did I ever tell you that I used to unwrap my presents and rewrap them while my parents were sleeping? You know what, Lois, that doesn't surprise me at all.
- Just what I've always wanted.
- Is that-? I don't think it's powdered sugar, Smallville.
Lois Lane, Daily Planet.
Care to comment on what illegal activities got you trussed up like a turkey? I'm a cop.
We're all undercover cops.
Our sting went south.
Someone thought you were the real dealers.
Who could be responsible for such a super screwup? Hey, there's something on the building.
Who do you think did it? It's amazing.
That is the Blur.
Now, that's what I call a scoop.
The Blur doesn't call for weeks, now he's overnighting our boys in blue.
He's probably in the stratosphere because he doesn't have his go-to girl.
No way the botched save is a work of the Blur.
It's not his MO.
I'll admit sugar-coating is not his style but the 20-story calling card was unmistakable.
I'm beginning to lose faith in our resident hero.
You're breaking my heart.
I need a feature on the Blur's tactics - by the end of the day.
- You don't think this is big news? Turns out Adrian Pope, the organized-crime boss is on the street because of the Blur's blunder.
The DA is out for blood.
When is the DA not out for blood? He's just trying to cover up his dirty connections.
Listen, I am not your Blur girl on this one.
Just run with it.
Listen, just see this as an opportunity to investigate both sides of the story.
That would require a certain super someone to actually find five minutes to give me a call.
What's with the disguise? All my flannel is at the dry cleaners.
Go figure.
- Lois.
- Pst! Leave it alone, Inspector Gadget.
I have a top-secret interview for an exposé on the hush-hush.
So don't follow me.
Could you lose the notebook? I would prefer that all our meetings remain off the record.
Whatever makes you feel more comfortable, Lois.
Why don't you start by describing these dreams you've been having? Okay.
Well, they're as real as you and me right now.
More real, actually.
And despite some flashes of some serious NC-17 violence really, the situation involves clothes coming off.
You know, naked skin.
Skin on skin.
Just- Lots of skin.
So it's a sex dream with the coworker you mentioned before? Clark Kent? What is this, Nightline? All right, yes, I'm doing the virtual Kama Sutra with Clark Kent.
My desk is soft-core central.
Listen, Lois.
You came to me to explore the deeper meaning within these vivid dreams you've been having.
And all of this doesn't have to be taken literally.
A lack of clothing in a dream can signify the desire to uncover what's actually hidden.
You know, sometimes I do feel that Clark is hiding something.
It sounds crazy but the closer I get to him, the more I feel like he's going to disappear.
Could this have something to do with your three weeks of blocked memory? Maybe you're trying to protect yourself, Lois.
Didn't you say that the last time you opened up to someone your mysterious caller he vanished? I need a hero Till the end of the night He's gotta be strong Speak of the devil.
The Halley's comet of phone dating himself.
Sayonara, super stud.
You still have strong feelings for this mystery man.
Please.
Remember eight tracks and rotary phones? That's him.
Ancient history.
The fact you haven't gotten that news flash means I'm wasting my time with all of this head-shrink, mumbo-jumbo stuff.
Lois, you have projected so much onto this mystery caller.
Maybe you should focus on the man that's right in front of you.
I can't believe she's not picking up.
Freeze the girl out, she's gonna give you a cold shoulder.
After what happened with Corben, I stopped calling for her own protection.
I'm sorry, this is a really bad time for your PR queen to go MIA.
She's the only one who can tell the truth.
The Blur's not responsible for the failed drug bust or the crime boss getting away.
You need to get to work on some spin-doctor magic.
Whoever is posing as the Blur is a genius at marketing and self-promotion.
He's co-opted your brand.
I'm not a brand.
The Blur has a blog? And you Twitter and you're on Facebook where you have 10,000 friends, by the way.
You've come quite a long way since being scarecrowed in high school.
Why go through so much trouble to discredit me? Now, here's the hitch.
I think he's actually trying to help you.
I discovered five messy but successful saves obviously not done by you.
And whether this person means well or not, they need to be stopped before someone gets hurt.
Pull over by the power station.
Nice and easy.
These ladies and I have a date with destiny.
Gun it.
Go! Unh! Ahh.
- We did it.
- Did you see that guy's face? - Pretty slick, Z.
- Way to go aggro, J.
Once the police see this, they'll be off our backs for your cops-in-a-box idea.
Hey, they were undercover.
Think we should tie him up? He's out cold.
Let's just get some shots to upload.
Okay.
What are you doing? You're in the shot.
This is evidence.
Gotta give props to the man.
Come on, Zan.
Let's fly.
Whoa.
Two hours to get here with the monorail down.
Chalk another one up to the blundering Blur.
He may have stopped a diamond heist but his blackout has crippled Metropolis.
And the scavengers have already started circling.
No city can function District Attorney Ray Sacks.
My pet research project.
Since when is a veteran DA newsworthy? Since his Christmas card roster reads like a Sopranos hit list.
I call him "Saxophone.
" He loves to blow his own horn.
Susan, I'm not here because I'm running for mayor.
I'm here because it's a travesty this city has been brought to its knees by the Blur.
But you can't deny the benefits the Blur I can't help but think there's more to this story than people are seeing.
I think it's pretty obvious.
The Blur is hitting a quarter-life crisis or his ego has gotten really supersized.
And you're sure he didn't try to call you and explain himself? He called.
I didn't pick up.
Since when did you become the Blur's big defender? He doesn't deserve the silent treatment just because he's been out there saving people.
Of course you would say that, Clark.
You're a guy.
The Blur can't expect me to be his beck-and-call girl after weeks of no contact.
That's a frequency test.
Stand by.
Line check.
I spy with my little eye a potential witness.
- I totally tanked this one.
- Don't be so hard on yourself.
- You're not the one who lost her phone.
- You sure you don't have it? I must have dropped it back at the power plant.
I know I sort of pulled you into this but maybe we're just not hero material.
- It's you, J.
- What? This can't be good.
What if someone's already on to us? What do we do? Time to motor.
- Powers activate.
- Powers activate.
Whoa.
What the-? Where are we? How did we even get here? - It had to have been the Blur.
- No.
Come on, Z, no way.
Think about it.
Who else could have stopped us? - This is the Blur's lair.
- He doesn't have a lair.
I'm telling you, this tech is definitely off the grid.
Wait until I tweet everybody about this.
That's not gonna happen.
Welcome to Watchtower.
If you chat one word about what you see in here I will vaporize your Twitter accounts, Facebook pages every trace of your virtual existence will be obliterated.
Holy hacking.
You can do that? - Our tweets are totally sealed.
- Code of silence.
All the way.
So who are you? Oh, it's the Blur's sidekick.
We don't know that.
Not exactly.
I'm doing pro bono for the Blur and keeping an eye on you two.
Wait.
You're not gonna hand us over to the cops? We just wanted to help, fuel the Blur's legend.
Okay, about the helping.
Right idea, wrong execution.
I've been where you guys are.
I get it.
You're just mega-fans who really wanna make a difference.
But you are single-handedly destroying what the Blur stands for.
We know we've made some mistakes.
How do we make up for what we've done? You just wait for the right moment.
You'll know.
So the Blur trusts you, right? I mean, how do you always know the right thing to do? You don't.
And neither does he.
But you stick around a hero long enough and you get your share at saving him.
Sometimes even from himself.
Oh, man.
I don't know how old-school journalists broke a story without breaking somebody's neck.
Yeah.
All right.
I will never take you for granted again.
I swear.
I need a hero I'm holding out for a hero Till the end of the night I suppose you were the one who gave us that reboot.
In a way, the city going dark was my fault.
Least I could do was put things right.
Just because you threw a few switches doesn't make up for your bonehead moves.
Lois I wasn't the one behind the saves.
The Blur has an imposter nipping at his heels? How did you let that happen? It's not that simple.
They were just misguided fans.
I'm not turning them over to the DA.
Without proof, nobody's gonna buy the "misguided fans" angle.
You're risking a lot to protect some feckless meteor freaks.
Maybe.
But doesn't everyone deserve a second chance? Oh, you wanna go there? Let me tell you about second chances, buddy.
There's a way you treat a woman.
It's called respect.
How did you end up on the street? For a long time now we've only had each other, so Nobody really bought us as transfer students from Sweden.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
That taps into cell phone frequencies.
Just don't touch anything, okay? Sorry.
- Just because you're some fancy hero- - Lois, I tried.
There is no "try," Skywalker.
You have super-powers.
Why don't you pick up a phone? Lois you're just gonna have to do something you've had trouble with lately.
You're gonna have to trust me.
Smallville.
Last night was a whirlwind of happy endings as Metropolis' Blur worked overtime to bring the city out of the darkness and into the light.
Lois.
I didn't realize you were filling in for the paperboy.
Ahem.
You look pretty chipper.
Busy night? My story about the Blur made it above the fold.
I think he'd be pretty happy that I included his side of the story.
- So you finally heard from him.
- Yeah.
Anyway, I've been thinking a lot about my carbon footprint and I figured, you know, we could start carpooling.
I thought, you know, the ride would give us a chance to get past the whole "kiss and run" of it all and get to know each other better.
Better? You tell me the color of your underwear every day.
What else is there to know? I hope you didn't misunderstand all my Blur-bashing I did yesterday.
Deep down, I never doubted him.
I'm sure he'd be happy to learn that your faith in the Blur never wavered.
Of course, he never explained why he didn't call me back.
Lois, what's going on? Okay, look I woke up this morning and I saw things clearly for the first time.
In breaking news Metropolis' DA has called out the Blur.
No one has the right to take the law into their own hands.
Not you, not me, not even the Blur.
Now, because of the damage he has caused this city I am asking the Blur to come out of the shadows to stop this vigilante behavior, and agree to work hand-in-hand with our law enforcement.
Now, I will be holding a press conference later this afternoon.
At that time, I will ask the Blur to show himself and to take responsibility for his actions.
Big news day.
I'll have to take a rain check on the carpooling.
Okay.
Dr.
Evans- I'm going to save you a lot of time and money, okay? It's all your parents' fault.
Marjorie? Oh, she had to take off.
Family issues.
You think you're good at this head-shrinking stuff but thanks to you, my head is about to explode and I don't know what to do.
I focused on the man in my dreams and now I found out that my mysterious caller and Clark are the same person.
- The same? - Unbelievable.
Up until today, he couldn't lie his way out of a speeding ticket and now can hold down an alter ego? Lois, take a step back.
What do you think is more likely? That your mysterious caller and Clark are the same man or that you're trying to make them one person in order to create your dream man? Okay.
They're not that different.
My mysterious caller is brave and selfless.
And so is Clark in his own way.
I can't believe how difficult this must have been for him to carry his secret all this time.
I just wanna tell him that it doesn't matter to me.
But maybe coming clean isn't the best idea either.
Right now Clark has this really big decision to make.
And more than anything I just wanna help.
But I'm not sure how.
Ha Wait, I know what I have to do.
Thanks, doc.
You're a gem.
There's gotta be something to this therapy stuff.
Clark.
Hey.
The Twittering twosome have sung their last song.
As we speak, they're in Watchtower and taking down the Blur's blog.
Have you seen today's news? Don't tell me you're taking that blowhard seriously.
You know he's just gunning for the mayor's office.
You are, aren't you? Clark, why? The last time you had a coming-out party, it was a disaster.
What changed? I've changed.
I'm wearing my father's shield now.
I've worked hard to give people hope something that they can believe in, that will inspire them.
I am the shield.
I know you wanna honor your father, Clark but if you sacrifice yourself, there is no shield.
I won't do nothing while the DA drags down my father's crest and everything it stands for.
That's exactly what you have to do.
I'm sorry.
This guy's gonna call you a menace and a coward and probably a threat to the city and you have to let people believe his lies.
Your father lives on through you, not your shield.
Ladies and gentlemen District Attorney Sacks.
Good afternoon.
Thank you all for joining me.
If you're out there, Blur come.
Come join me at this very podium and take your place as a role model in this great city of ours.
A true hero would not hide.
He would show himself and take responsibility for the mistakes he's made.
Out of my way.
Excuse me.
Move it or lose it.
No, it's all right.
Let her up.
Zip it, counselor.
I'm Lois Lane from the Daily Planet and I'm here to tell you that I know the Blur.
It's okay.
It's okay.
The DA says that a true hero would come forward.
Well, the Blur can't.
It's because he knows that the best way for him to protect you and me is to steer clear of all of this political hoopla and remain the one thing that you and I need most a light in the darkness.
A symbol for us to believe in when all other hope is lost.
I've looked into the Blur's heart and I can tell you that his intentions are good.
Let the Blur be the hero he needs to be.
When you said you had looked into the Blur's heart I had no idea how close a relationship you had.
Not that it's any of your business.
Oh, the safety of this city is always my business, young lady.
Now tell me the true identity of the Blur and I'll overlook your annoying antics.
You talk a good game, counselor but you don't believe a word of it.
All your shady backroom deals with organized crime have just come home to roost.
for my exposé: "Shady Sacks sucks the city dry.
" Well, well, well.
I actually had another headline in mind.
And you're standing right on top of it.
"The Blur murders Lois Lane.
" Has a nice ring, doesn't it? Nobody will ever believe you.
Honey, when the Blur decided not to come forward he put the ball back in my court.
I can make him whoever I want him to be.
It just takes a little doubt.
You don't give people enough credit.
Why would the Blur suddenly turn into a murderer? Because you just announced in front of millions of people that you are the only person who knows his true identity.
Unh! Unh! Oh! You're the one who's hiding in the shadows, not the Blur, you coward.
Unfortunately, that's not a story you're gonna get to write.
Unh! All right, let's get out of here.
Oh! Hey, Clark, you gotta see this.
And grab a camera.
I'll have to call you back.
Hey, there's a woman hanging from the building.
Help! Somebody! Lois.
Lois? Hold on, I'm coming.
Clark.
Help me.
- Lois? - Clark.
Grab my hand.
I can't.
All right, hold on.
Uh! Come on, stretch.
You can reach.
It's too far.
Aah! Lois! Hey, J.
So, what's going on? The Blur's in even deeper and it's all our fault.
- Then what are we waiting for? - We can't ditch Chloe.
We promised her we'd lay low till this all blows over.
She said sometimes you need to save a hero, even from himself.
Dad always used to say we're stronger when we stick together.
- Powers activate.
- Powers activate.
Lois, hold on.
Let me go.
That's insane, Lois.
You can't reveal yourself to the cameras.
You mean too much to the city.
To the world.
Clark I know you've been living two lives and having to lie to me about it every day.
Lois, you're not making any sense.
It's gonna be okay.
Just hold on.
I've always known, deep down, that you were a hero.
Lois! What? All right, let's go.
Lois.
You're alive.
Thank you.
I'm flattered, Lois.
I wish I could have been the one to rescue you but I'm not that fast.
I took the elevator.
Even after all this you still can't tell me? Just stay here.
Next time you take on the DA of Metropolis remember to watch your step.
- But that was just- - Hope I made up for not calling.
Lois, who was that? The Blur.
Yeah, the DA is TKO.
- The Blur is back on top.
- This makes up for everything.
I have you to thank for that.
- Oh, my God.
- It's him.
I put my shield out there to inspire people to step up be their own heroes.
And you did.
We believe in you, Master B.
Don't believe in me, believe in the shield and what it represents.
Most importantly, believe in yourselves.
But we're not the hero, you are.
That depends on you.
Metropolis doesn't need more Blur fans.
It needs people who are willing to do exactly what you did today.
But you do need to be more careful.
Heroes don't get second chances.
And people need you to make life-and-death decisions every day.
There's no room for mistakes.
Ever? Not when the world is watching.
I am happy to see that you're alive, Lois after what I saw on the nightly news.
I never would have guessed that your mysterious caller was none other than Metropolis' famous Blur.
I can't believe I was so stupid.
I must have been crazy to look at Clark through Blur-colored glasses.
Lois, you are not crazy.
That's the point of therapy, to learn about yourself.
But just looking at the facts, what's easier to believe? That there was some phone glitch or that the farm guy who sits across from me every day is a super-powered hero? It's perfectly natural, Lois to project the heroics of the unattainable men you tend to fall for onto someone close to you.
It would be so much easier if they were the same person.
When I heard the Blur's voice again, something stirred inside of me.
But my thoughts they keep going back to Clark that scared guy who stepped out onto that ledge to save me.
Hey.
Cheers.
For earning another stripe today.
Where did you get that? The street vendor on the corner.
It also comes in T-shirts and key chains.
I had to be the first one on the block to get the superhero swag.
Next thing you know, your wonder twins will be a household name.
Thanks to the fog-and-dog duo, Sacks is on his way to the slammer.
With training, they may give the Blur some needed backup in the halls ofjustice.
I guess I have more backup than I thought.
How'd you pull off the whole "Blur impersonation" thing? Just your typical sleight-of-ear stuff.
Now you hear it, now you don't.
BLUR'S VOICE Hello, Lois.
Pay no attention to the blond behind the curtain.
Relax, Clark.
I'm not exactly the great and powerful Oz.
I just created a program where everything I type in here out comes Blur.
But how'd you know when to make the call and how'd you know what to say to convince Lois? I hacked into the security cameras on the rooftop.
And I've been monitoring all cell communication in Metropolis.
You've been eavesdropping on my personal calls with Lois, haven't you? Chloe, there's keeping a bird's-eye view and then there's playing Big Brother.
Easy on the dress-down, Clark, okay? If I hadn't, Lois would still be beating down the "Clark is a superhero" door.
And believe me, once the bloodhound Lois is at your door you'd better find a better way to disguise your superhero scent.
- Your eyes still closed? - This isn't what I had in mind when you said you wanted to meet in the copy room, but hey, I'm open.
You said I had a secret.
You were right.
I was dangling 100 stories above the pavement.
I think I get a free pass on that one.
Let's see what you've got.
I'm a bit nearsighted.
I've been trying not to wear them.
They're very Clark Kent.
I guess you're not the only one who's a little short-sighted.
It's just sometimes I feel like I see a whole other side of you - than anyone else.
- Lois? It's okay.
It's my hero complex to resolve.
I take the nicest guy that I know and I weigh him down with shining armor.
And it's not fair.
Nobody can be two different people.
I wish I could.
Is this your long-winded way of saying that you hate these? Personally, I don't mind the bump in your geek factor but, professionally, there are these newfangled things you can try.
They're called contacts.
It means a lot that you thought I had it in me.
Don't worry, Smallville I'll only call you "Four Eyes" every once in a while.
But just so you're clear on one thing.
Lois? Lois.