Smallville s10e02 Episode Script

Previously on Smallville: - What would make you stay? - I'd stay for you.
Clark.
It's not what happened to you, is it? It's what happened to her.
- What was she? Your partner? - My wife.
Shayera and I were cursed by our enemies.
Destined to fall in love, only to watch each other die.
- We're not done.
- I will hunt you and I will find you.
- Do you understand? - You don't even know who I am.
- Aah! - Green Arrow.
With you, he has a purpose.
I wish I could have given him that.
And it kills me because you have everything right in front of you.
And you can't even see it.
So, what do you say, kid? Africa.
Perry White.
He's offered me a job at the foreign desk in Kenya.
I think you leaving Metropolis is the best thing for you right now.
Perry, it's Lane.
I really hope this story is worth it because my dream assignment is turning into And you know what, I really hope per diem covers the 11-hour camel ride.
And as for this newly unearthed tomb of Isis? All I see are some rocks and a couple of tents.
Call me.
Hello? Lois Lane, Daily Planet.
They were star-crossed lovers.
Guess you never know what fate has planned for you.
Chloe, where are you? I've left four messages.
Jor-El warned me some dark force is coming.
I need your help.
Check it out, page three.
Someone hit the big time.
Lois? No, it's Catherine.
But my friends call me Cat.
Cat Grant.
With a C.
Want a cookie? I baked them this morning.
Really gooey, so be careful.
I use twice the sugar.
Heh.
Um No relation to the woman on TV.
I get that a lot.
Clark Kent.
Welcome to Daily Planet.
Can I tell you how excited I am to be working at the Planet? After all those weeks at a small-town paper my words are finally going to have a real impact.
I'm sorry, you said weeks? Classic overachiever.
Got that from my granddaddy.
Back home, I basically owned the front page of the paper.
Now I can finally have an influence on millions of people.
Hero mania? I say hero menace.
Don't tell me these masked anarchy-loving vigilantes are out there to protect my kids.
Mm-hm.
Don't tell me some abomination who is too grotesque to show his face but vandalizes our town with the letter S is a hero.
What's the S stand for, huh? I'll tell you what, "Shame.
" HR doesn't allow us to listen to the radio during work hours.
Bummer.
I'll get you the podcast.
- Godfrey is so right about everything.
- Let's find you a permanent desk.
This belongs to someone on temporary leave.
Lois Lane? Heh.
She's the one who got this thing started.
Calling those costumed vigilantes heroes.
Please, like it's not totally obvious she's in love with the Blur.
Lois Lane is the best crime reporter this paper ever had.
There is a desk available over here by the copy machine.
Whoa, wait a minute, Mr.
Busy-Boots.
I don't think you get it.
I'm your new partner.
I got your message.
I have to say, it wasn't the call I was expecting.
- Chloe's gone.
- Heh.
You've been with her five months.
Things are on schedule.
It's not like that, she just disappeared.
No warning, no phone call, nothing.
Trust never was the golden rule for the kids in this clubhouse.
You'd just fit right in, then, wouldn't you? If you think I'm gonna sit around here, do nothing and wait like Clark's doing you don't know me very well at all.
- Low blow.
I'd say Clark's using every ounce of strength he has not to skip over the Azores and bring Lois home.
He respects Lois enough.
Maybe because Lois hasn't completely disappeared.
There's no digital record of Chloe Sullivan anywhere.
It's like she never existed.
The only one who could erase Chloe is Chloe.
Now, Tess.
Don't underestimate yourself.
Although, I do have to say, I thought the e-mail was a touch much.
"Oliver, I never thought I'd have to tell you how I feel about us because the smile on my lips when I looked at you pretty much said it all.
But now that you won't be seeing it any more I'll have to use words to tell you.
I've never loved anyone the way I've loved you.
And I never will again.
You will always be my brightest star.
My knight in shining leather.
My hero.
" Oliver, this might be difficult for you to face, but I didn't write this.
We both know Chloe did.
I did help her reset the system, though.
And in a bizarre way, she knew that I was the only one who would understand.
- Why'd she do this? - I just know it's what she wanted.
I trusted that she had a plan.
Maybe it's time you trust her too.
And I thought those Sex and the City girls had gaudy taste.
You might tell that to its owner, the goddess queen Isis.
She spent eternity searching for the cut-up pieces of her dead husband.
I can relate to that.
My relationship broke up into a zillion tiny pieces.
And I don't know how to put it all back together again.
So you're a bona fide Indiana Jones.
They fly you in to make sure these aren't lifted from some souvenir shop in Cairo? And that they're intact and well preserved.
In other words, hands off.
I know Egyptians were big on the afterlife, but burying your pet bird? Someone needs therapy.
That is the sun god, Ra, bringer of light and life.
He was revered.
- He has the head of a parakeet.
- It's a falcon.
Potato, "potato.
" So why was this hawk guy so important? It's said each day he traveled across the sky and the underworld to be born again at sunrise.
A god reborn with the sun.
Thank you, Ati.
I have to admit, this assignment? A little out of my strike zone.
I mean, I was raised by a very grounded four-star general who believed in what you can see, touch, blow up.
Things that can be explained.
It's just you can live your whole life without any proof of something like a god or whatever and then one day, you look up and realize the guy sitting across from you is Ra.
You think the guy sitting across from you is an ancient sun god? No, of course not.
But what if he were? One minute you know you know what you know the next, you don't know anything but wanna know everything.
What is the world like for him? Does he feel pain? How does he heal? When does he sleep? Does he even sleep? This is gonna require something stronger than tea.
How can he stand driving in a car when they move so much slower than he does? That would drive me crazy.
Maybe you should just ask Clark.
Now, why don't you sit down before you drive me crazy? Safety first.
My granddaddy always told me seatbelts save lives.
Oh, my gosh, Clark.
We almost died.
Hi.
No, no, don't tell him that it's me.
He'll just get upset.
Look, I'm not gonna be able to make the pickup tonight.
I'll call as soon as I can.
Okay, gotta go.
You wanna tell me what you got caught up in? I mean, someone did just try to kill you.
Heh.
I was valedictorian.
I mean, trust me, nobody wants to kill a valedictorian.
Well, maybe they got you mixed up with someone else.
Would you listen to yourself? You sound an awful lot like Lois Lane.
A conspiracy around every corner, always railing against the normal people.
- Normal? - Like you and me.
It must've been hard listening to Lois' justifications for these alternative values and lifestyles.
Lifestyles? Heh.
Oh, don't act like some good, corn-fed boy next door like he was gonna tell me these vigilantes are part of the natural plan.
It'd be one thing if they actually had remorse or wanted to change.
But they have no moral center.
Easy to say when they can't defend themselves.
They can.
They could come out into the light so we could see them.
They just choose not to.
You know, Godfrey says Look, stop.
I found something.
The police found a bullet in the engine block.
Oh, my God.
Why would anyone wanna kill me? We should get you someplace safe.
My friends won't mind if you stay at their apartment.
No one'll be looking for you in Smallville.
Don't move.
My self-defense teacher said: "Never stop moving unless you're dead.
" Oh, my gosh.
It's you.
Oh, just get it over with.
I should've known you creeps were following me after your bomb backfired.
You call yourself a hero, but you're just an arrow for hire.
Trust me, I'm not doing this for the money.
Face it, Robin Hood, you and your boys do this for no one but yourselves.
I'm not a criminal, lady.
Yeah, that's what they all say.
But I've got eyewitness testimony and photos to back it up that a group of you have been torturing people by the brewery at the docks.
- Unh.
- Give me that.
See? This is exactly what I'm talking about.
All you had to do was ask.
Cat Grant isn't who she says she is.
I knew you two would have a lot in common.
Her real name is Mary Louise Shroger.
That's not the only secret she's keeping.
Face it, Clark, you're not gonna like anyone sitting in Lois' chair.
Why don't you take a coffee break, run to the Sahara, and bring her back? Lois left for a reason.
If I care for her, I'll respect that.
How progressive of you.
If you really believe it.
Look, the point is, something weird is going on with Cat.
She's making suspicious phone calls.
And this morning, she almost got blown up in her car.
The explosion was caused by a bullet lodged perfectly in the combustion chamber.
It's engraved.
The only letters visible are A-R-N-T.
Cat Grant.
I think I've seen this work before.
Let's hope I'm wrong.
You know who did this? If it's the op I'm thinking of, it was a top target of Checkmate.
One of the few they never got and one of the even fewer they feared.
I see why.
Number three on Interpol's most wanted, top five on FBI and CIA.
Strikes targets with surgical precision and assassinates all witnesses.
What's his name? Checkmate never could ID him.
They just called him Deadshot.
You failed to mention what exactly I was dealing with.
I don't make it a practice of letting my targets walk away.
That was just a test.
Had to make sure we were after the right guy.
You should've told me.
I thought we were supposed to be on the same team.
You should be thanking me.
I just handed you the hit of a lifetime.
Why would I thank you for something fate gave me? Somewhere out there, we all got a bullet with our name on it.
Clark.
I thought you were one of those so-called heroes.
Thank God it's only you.
You know, you should really get yourself a bulletproof vest like me.
We all think we're made of steel but we're just made of marshmallows.
Cat, are you all right? Well, I was just attacked by Green Arrow.
I mean, this is all part of that vigilante agenda.
And why would he wanna hurt you? The last thing they want is an Honest Abe reporter like me working at the Planet, exposing the truth about them.
If you're really about the truth, then why did you lie to me? You seem to be hiding a few secrets of your own.
No idea what you're talking about.
Why did you change your name? That's Adam, my son.
He's with his grandparents until this all blows over.
His dad and I went out for almost two years.
I thought I'd found my Prince Charming.
Little did I know, they don't exist.
You just have to be patient.
I thought I'd found somebody who could make me happy.
Really? You think you'll get back together? I used to.
But now I'm not sure.
Oh.
It's funny, when doing what you think is right for someone it can feel so wrong.
How about you and this guy? Well, Clark, not every guy is as nice as you.
I had to get Adam away from him.
I'm sorry.
Does he know where you are? I changed my name so he couldn't find us.
You know, I had so much I was fighting for.
Trying to change the world.
Now I have to hide behind the power of the pen and a new name.
Making sure nobody knows who's behind the words I'm printing.
Kind of like the vigilantes.
Must have been scary escaping from him.
All I know is I protected my son.
You know, the world may never see me as some big hero.
But maybe someday my son will.
I have to go.
What about Green Arrow and those freaks who tried to blow me up? - They know where I am.
- Stay here, you'll be safe.
I'll be back, I promise.
It feels like somehow I was destined to be with Clark but his destiny is so much bigger.
The last thing that I would ever want is be the one thing that holds him back or stands in the way.
What if you're the thing that might help him be the person you know he can be? What if you're the one who makes his burden easier to bear? Do you think that's why he sent you? To make sure I was safe? He worries about you.
He still thinks you don't know about his powers.
See, that's another reason for me to be here.
When it comes to secrets, I'm not exactly Mata Hari.
I could blow it all for him.
With every great relationship, Lois, comes a great burden.
And the strength to carry it.
Okay.
Well, I better get my beauty sleep.
All this dry heat.
Lois.
I'd like you to have something.
It was given to me by my wife.
It's a story about two star-crossed lovers.
Prince Khufu and Shayera were murdered by an evil man.
But their love was so strong, they were bonded for all eternity.
Lifetime after lifetime, they were reborn to find their one true love only to lose each other in death again.
That's a terrible story.
I like it.
If you're into the whole Egyptian Groundhog Day thing.
After many years, Khufu grew tired of always waiting to find his beloved.
So he traveled the world seeking other women, trying to forget Shayera.
Unable to rid her from his heart, he returned home, resigned to his fate.
No sooner did he arrive at the palace when he saw her.
She was there all along but he didn't recognize her because the time wasn't right.
He needed to wait because it made their love stronger.
And their kiss that much sweeter.
Try that again and the next thing kissing your lips will be my fist.
I had LuthorCorp's people up all night taking apart that slug from Cat's car.
I appreciate that.
Thanks.
I'm not asking for your thanks, Clark.
Just your trust.
- You need me.
- You said this was urgent.
After the lab techs pulled apart the bullet and reassembled it they found this.
The target is me.
Guess our assassin never was after Hello Kitty.
This guy doesn't know that car explosions and bullets don't hurt me.
It's possible he was just testing you, to see what you're made of.
Why hasn't he come after me again? Maybe he didn't realize how difficult of a target you are.
This guy never gives up, and he gets every detail right.
There must be more to his plan.
If he knows you're faster than his bullets the only place to aim is at someone he knows you'll save and maybe you'll be there to Act as a shield.
It's Cat.
I have to get back to Smallville.
Too late.
Our kitten reporter is already on the move.
Pack up Adam's things and have him ready.
Someone's after me and he may know about us.
I liked you better as a blond.
Why are you doing this to me? I didn't do anything.
Funny thing about fate, you can't outrun it.
Either it's your day or it's not, sweet pea.
Please, no.
My son he's just 2 years old.
I'm all he's got.
Trust me he'll get over you.
Three or four years, he won't even remember your face.
People about to die always think that that special loved one won't be able to go on without them.
But the truth is that person will just find someone else to love.
Everyone is replaceable.
I used to think everyone could be saved, even those superhero freaks.
But now I realize some people are just born dead.
- Aah! - Hey.
Clark? That was so brave.
Are you okay? I'm fine.
Thanks to my bulletproof vest.
Don't leave home without it, Clark Kent.
You can never be too safe.
Well, I'll be sure to pick one up.
See, I don't need a masked hero to rescue me.
I've got a real flesh-and-blood one right here.
People need to see someone's heart to believe in them.
We need to be inspired by people who stand out in the light not people who shrink into the shadows.
We need a good old American hero in red, white and blue.
Or at least red and blue.
Did you miss me? You know, I got to say, we had something special.
You didn't crack on the first beating, you made me work for it.
Well, I'm glad it was good for you too.
Take it easy there, commando.
I'm just a guy over here with a bow and arrow.
You're wasting your talent, Queen.
You could make a real difference out there.
The tide is turning.
People are getting nervous about vigilantes roaming the streets taking the decisions and the glory out of the hands of the suits in power.
I'm not running for office.
I'm putting bad guys in jail.
It's gonna get tougher the longer you and your league stay half in, half out.
That's the beauty of my group.
Everybody thinks we're dead.
We could use you.
But this is your one and only offer.
You raise a good point.
On the other hand, you did just shoot me.
Where's Chloe Sullivan? Where is she? I'm sorry.
I can't hear you.
Where is Chloe Sullivan? It wasn't a kidnapping.
It was a trade.
- Trade for what? - You.
Heh.
You would've been proud of her.
She didn't crack.
She downed a cyanide pill just to save your life.
She's dead.
Oliver.
Chloe is, uh, gone.
What do you mean? Those people who were holding me at that old brewery, she She traded herself in so I could be free.
Who are these people? What do they want with Chloe? Just a group of people that call themselves crime fighters.
They think we should all remain hidden in the shadows.
They tried to torture her, Clark.
But she beat them at their own game.
She took a cyanide pill.
- No, Chloe wouldn't - And then she took this.
I found that at her apartment, had it tested and there's traces of a cyanide antidote in there.
She faked her own death.
She was planning to go.
She saw the future.
She put on Dr.
Fate's helmet trying to find you and said it was gonna be okay.
You just let her go? I had no idea she was leaving.
She put on the Fate helmet.
That should've told you.
I understand how much she means to you.
But she's been asking us to treat her as one of us.
She begged me to trust her and the decisions that she made.
If she put this much thought in leaving, she knew what she was doing.
I go out, I protect unfamiliar faces so they can go home and be with the people they care about.
And the one person that I should have been protecting the most I failed her.
We didn't choose this.
We know this is what we were born to do.
Playing the fate card? Is that what gets you through the day? You do nothing while these people we protect they paint us as vigilantes, Clark.
The woman that you love ran away.
You think I don't wanna get Lois and bring her back? They left us, Oliver.
With our lives, we can't blame them.
Well, what if we hadn't remained hidden? Huh? What if we didn't put our identities out there to be held hostage? Would this still be happening? Clark, I think we have to forge a new fate here.
We've lost way too much.
Something's gotta change.
Not even a hello? Rotting in jail ain't my idea of a good time.
Your draw.
You nailed your target.
Now let's get you out of here.
About time.
- I'm sorry, what's redneck for "bite me"? - Plastique.
Sir, our costumed counterparts are officially tagged and released.
As soon as we spring Wyatt Earp over here we can track their every move.
Let's give these boys a taste of what it's like to mess with the Suicide Squad.
Lois.
About last night, I'm sorry.
I guess I got a little too caught up in my story.
You forgot to mention the most important part.
It was an autobiography.
I found this in the book.
- Lois, surely you don't think that? - Let's just say I wasn't born yesterday.
You're not the only one of Clark's friends with a mysterious past.
Clark did say you were wise beyond your years.
I hope last night will remain between us.
I'm not sure Clark would forgive me if he knew.
Some leads are better left buried.
If you were here to babysit as a favor, what was with the heart-to-heart? Something tells me that story time wasn't exactly part of the agreement.
It's my wife.
I've been hearing her in my thoughts.
And last night, I had a vision of her.
When that happens, I know I'll be joining her soon in a new life.
But to do that, I must first leave this one.
Leave.
Like die? It's time I meet my destiny, Lois.
But before I go, I wanted you to meet yours.
He can't do it without you.
You're his Shayera.
Carter, I am not like you and Shayera and Clark.
My future is here in Africa.
Nietzsche believed we shouldn't live for the future, but for the present.
He thought that people who chased after some far-off future dream were really running away from their true destiny.
Well, Nietzsche can call me a chicken if he wants.
But he has never dated someone like Clark Kent.
It wouldn't have mattered.
To him, the true hero was the person who embraced the life that he or she was given and made it better.
He called that person Übermensch.
A superman.
Nietzsche believed that all of us could be one.
In our own way.