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First aired October
Van: Plan on coming up for air?
Jake: I'm thirsty. Is that a crime?
Van: Come on, I'll give you a ride.
Jake: I'm waiting for someone.
Van: Lana Lang. Very original.
Jake: I hear she's single again.
Van: They post that on her official stalker website?
Jake: I'm not stalking her.
Van: No, you just have her entire schedule memorized for fun. That
girl's got so many guys tailing her she should qualify for secret service
Van: Very smooth. Maybe in about ten years you'll actually be able to get
a complete sentence out.
Jake: I'll catch you later.
Lana: Hello? Aah! Help! Help!
Pete: Looks like you got yourself a pinch hitter in the hero arena.
Clark: I don't know if I'd call him a hero, Pete. I'm just glad Lana's
Pete: Yeah, I know. Have you seen her?
Clark: I'm not exactly the person Lana wants to be around right now.
Adams: Keep it movin'.
Pete: I still can't believe Jake turned Swim Fan on Lana.
Chloe: Yeah, I didn't peg him as the poolside slasher type either. But I
don't think Jake Pollen was exactly like your average teenager.
Clark: Why would you say that?
Chloe: Other than the meteor rock labeled "freak" laid next to his body?
You remember that field trip we took down to Crater Lake, the one where I,
uh, dropped so gracefully my keys off of the pier?
Pete: Yeah. I thought you were gonna call the Navy S.E.A.L.s.
Clark: Jake fished them out for you.
Chloe: Right, and he was under water for six minutes. Now unless you're
David Blaine or a Himalayan yoga master, that's impossible.
Clark: Hey, what's with the list?
Chloe: Oh, just my hunches, you know, sort of anything that's off the
charts. It's kind of a purgatory before you graduate to the Wall of Weird.
Clark: You have a full file of Jake?
Chloe: Well, I started suspecting a while ago that he had amphibious
abilities due to the meteor rock exposure for a while.
Pete: You don't think you might be stretching with this one, Chloe?
Clark: I don't think Jake is the mysterious one. I mean, don't you think
it's a little strange? Rifle-wielding commando shows up right when Lana's
Chloe: If you want to help track down the enigmatic vigilante, I would be
willing to explore the Jake angle.
Clark: That would be assuming I actually had a job here.
Chloe: Yeah, it was never clear about whose choice it was for you to
Chloe: Look, Clark, I could say that I'm swamped with the Daily Planet
column, but the truth is it would just be really nice to have you back.
Lionel: All right, Doctor, I'll have Lex stop by for an examination by
the end of the week. All right. And, uh, Bob. Thanks. Lex.
Welcome back to LuthorCorp, son.
Lex: Feels like I never left.
Lionel: You'll have the office next to mine. You've got the river view.
Lex: I appreciate the gesture, but I'm not here to enjoy the scenery. I'm
here to generate profits.
Lionel: Lex, Lex, you already have the job.
Lionel: And now you've entered the executive branch, you need to fill out
some paperwork. Coffee?
Lex: I'm good.
Lex: Corporate life insurance?
Lionel: Standard for all upper-level employees.
Lex: Is 50 million dollars standard?
Lionel: Don't underestimate your own value, my son. You seem
reluctant, Lex. I don't understand.
Lex: It's hard not to consider the implications when your mortality has a
dollar sign attached to it.
Lionel: No, Lex, I'd hoped we'd move beyond this distrust reflex of
Lex: It's called common sense.
Lionel: No, no, you're a corporate asset, Lex. If something should
happen to you, the company needs to be compensated for its loss. All
right. If that's unacceptable to you, I understand. You can, uh, give your
security card to Nelson on your way out.
Clark: Hey, Lana. How you doing?
Lana: Hi. I haven't seen you in a while.
Clark: I thought it might be easier that way.
Lana: Easier on whom?
Clark: I didn't come here to upset you. I'm doing a story on Jake for the
Lana: That's great, Clark. What do you want to know?
Clark: Well, you told the police he had a friend with him when he
approached you, and I was wondering if you could point him out.
Lana: I think that's him.
Clark: Van McNulty. Thanks.
Lana: Glad I could be of help.
Lana: Is this on or off the record?
Clark: I'm sorry I haven't stopped by.
Lana: Clark, I know we're not together anymore, but you don't need an
excuse to come see me.
Chloe: Hey, so we can rule out the Himalayan yoga masters. Check out what
my connection at the coroner's office gave me.
Chloe: You're not gonna see any of this in Jake's official autopsy
report. Believe it or not, they're gills.
Lana: That's disgusting.
Clark: Personally I find the gaping bullet wound more disturbing.
Lana: Okay, if that shooter hadn't shown up when he did, I'd be dead. So
forgive me if I don't have more sympathy for the gill boy who tried to drown
Clark: Jake was exposed to the meteor rocks. He didn't ask for them.
Lana: No, just like Greg Arkin didn't ask to become a bug boy and Tina
Greer didn't ask to become a bone morpher. Look, the fact is when they got
their powers they went psycho and tried to kill me. Tina even came back for
seconds. Chloe's been attacked by more of these people than me.
You remember Justin Gaines and Sean Kelvin.
Chloe: Yeah, one tried to psychically impale me with farm implements and
the other just wanted my body heat. Thanks for the memories.
Clark: I'm just saying a shot in the head is a little more extreme.
Lana: What about all the times that you've saved us from these people,
Clark? What makes you so different from this shooter?
Clark: For starters, I've never killed anyone.
Lana: Then how do you explain Tina Greer? The police found her body
impaled in the alley.
Clark: What happened to her she did to herself. I was protecting you.
Lana: Spoken like a true vigilante.
Lionel: Miss Sullivan, what a nice surprise. Have you brought me an
addendum to your report on Clark Kent?
Chloe: No, it's my final article for the Daily Planet. I'm turning
in my resignation today.
Lionel: Oh. Our agreement is terminated.
Chloe: I'm sorry, but Clark's friendship just means too much to me.
Lionel: I can't say it's unexpected, but it will be disappointing.
Chloe: I'm sorry, Mr. Luthor. I guess some people are just better at
leading double lives than others.
Lionel: You misunderstand me, Miss Sullivan.
Lionel: I'm not the one who's going to be disappointed. That'll be your
Chloe: What does he have to do with any of this?
Lionel: Well, I guess he wanted to surprise you. Your father just made a
sizable down payment on a new house overlooking the golf course.
Chloe: My dad still hasn't paid off the new water heater. I seriously
doubt he's moving us to Brat Flats.
Lionel: Well, it must be his way of celebrating his new promotion. When I
rewarded him for his hard work and his dedication to LuthorCorp, he was just
brimming with pride. He... Oh, he'd be devastated if he suddenly found
Chloe: You can't do this to him.
Lionel: Yes, I can. But I won't, which is why I think we are going to
enjoy a long and fruitful partnership, Miss Sullivan.
Clark: Van McNulty?
Clark: Clark Kent.
Clark: I'm, uh, sorry to hear about your friend Jake.
Van: Thanks. You know, he was always chasing girls, but I still can't
believe he attacked anybody. Police scanner. I just want to hear when they
catch Jake's killer.
Clark: I'm doing a story for the Torch. I was wondering if you could give
me some background on Jake.
Van: Everything I know is in the police report.
Clark: I've never seen so many medals before. Is that your dad? He must
be a real hero.
Van: He was. And he was a great father. We used to do everything
together. I'm gonna be late for class.
Chloe: Hey. Remember the rock that was tossed next to Jake's body with
the word "freak" written on it? It wasn't the first one the police found.
Chloe: Meet Leonard Wallace, a local mechanic gunned down two weeks ago.
Someone put a similar rock next to his body.
Clark: Why do you think he was killed?
Chloe: I can't be sure about that, but last month when my VW Bug was in
the shop, I swear I saw his arm reach for a wrench three feet under my car.
I started a file on him just in case he had some sort of stretching
abilities. But unlike Jake, Wallace never went psycho.
Clark: So Lana's mystery hero isn't out to save anyone. He's hunting
Chloe: Smallville's own version of a hate crime. But why?
Clark: Revenge. Van McNulty's father was a marine recruiter who was
killed by Tina Greer.
Chloe: Tina's dead, so he decides to go terminator on the rest.
Clark: Van's fighting his own personal war.
Pete: Clark, my definition of "hike" stopped two miles ago.
Clark: We have to get evidence for the police. He used to come here all
the time with his dad. It'll just take a minute.
Pete: Yeah, that's what you said when we broke into his locker. And his
car and his house.
Clark: Jake was killed by a hunting rifle.
Pete: Like you can't find one of those in the back window of every truck
Pete: Now, this place needs some serious Lemon Pledge. All right, Clark,
that's enough. Let's go. There's nothing here.
Clark: He was pretty tight with his dad.
Pete: Clark, the last time I checked, there's no offense in father and
Clark: Pete, there's a serious arsenal in here.
Pete: Clark, it's a hunting cabin. What do you expect?
Pete: Whoa. What's Lex Luthor's picture doing there?
Clark: Pete, call the sheriff.
Clark: Lex, get down! Someone's trying to kill him! Get him inside!
Van: You're one of them. I saw you catch that slug. It was in your
hand. What are you, some kind of bulletproof freak? What's wrong? Does
this stuff make you sick or something? Look at you. How about a nice
big bite of meteor rock? How's that feel?
Lex: It's all right, it's all right. Clark. How did you know
someone was gonna try to kill me?
Clark: It's the same person who shot Lana's attacker.
Lex: What would he want with me?
Clark: Look, I know this is gonna sound bizarre, but this kid Van-- He's
convinced that the meteor rocks in Smallville have altered certain people.
Lex: What do you mean by altered?
Clark: He thinks they've developed different abilities than the rest of
us, and he's hunting them. Lex, he had a hit list. They found it in his
cabin, and you're on it.
Lex: Clark, the only abilities I have are playing the market and falling
for the wrong women.
Clark: He's obviously crazy.
Lex: There must be some reason he picked me.
Chloe: Think about it, Clark. Lex survived the meteor shower, a
near-fatal car accident, and a plane crash. Even he doesn't have enough
money to afford a guardian angel with that much clout. Check this out.
Lex's medical records show that he has a white blood cell count that is off
the charts. I mean, it's more than enough to raise an eyebrow.
Clark: You've been keeping a file on Lex, too. Chloe, didn't you
learn your lesson about keeping your secret files?
Chloe: They're my own private notes. Since when is curiosity a crime?
Clark: Since someone took your database and turned it into a personal hit
list. Van had a printout of the same file on his bulletin board.
Chloe: [Quietly.] Van helped network half these computers. He must've
cracked my password. Oh, God, Clark. This is all my fault.
Clark: Chloe, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to blame you. It's not like you
pulled the trigger.
Chloe: No, I just loaded the gun and pointed it in the right direction.
Lionel: Where is he? Lex. Thank God you're all right. You're
now covered by my personal security.
Lex: I appreciate the gesture, Dad, but I'm not about to let some
adolescent assassin disrupt my life.
Lionel: Don't take that cavalier attitude, Lex.
Lex: I wouldn't worry about it, Dad. I'm insured now.
Lionel: Not yet. There's some difficulty getting you underwritten by
Lloyd's of London.
Lex: On what grounds?
Lionel: Your tendency to attract near-death experiences has made you too
great a liability.
Lex: I would think surviving would count for something.
Lionel: You're right. I'll get it straightened out. Don't worry.
Lex: Dad. Before the meteor shower, was I ever sick?
Lionel: When you were a child, you, uh, had asthma, but, uh, other than
that no. Nothing serious.
Lex: Don't you find it, uh, a little strange that I've never been sick a
day in my life since?
Lionel: What's all this about, Lex, hmm?
Lex: Nothing. I obviously inherited strong genes.
Clark: Sheriff Adams, have you found Van yet?
Adams: Yeah, we're keeping an eye out, but there's no reason to think
he's come back to Smallville.
Clark: I think there is. Take a look at this.
Clark: One of these people will be Van's next target.
Adams: Are we in the psychic business now, Mr. Kent?
Clark: Just look at the first three names.
Adams: Where'd you get this?
Clark: A friend of mine who believes that these people are linked to a
certain, um, phenomenon in Smallville.
Adams: A phenomenon, huh? It's a little out of my jurisdiction.
Clark: Well, you don't have to believe it's true. Van McNulty does, and
these people are in a lot of danger.
Adams: It can't hurt to be cautious.
Lana: How's Lex doing?
Clark: Okay, I guess. It's not the first time he's been in the cross
Lana: Are they sure Van was the shooter?
Clark: I am. Lana, I know he saved your life, but I don't think
that was his intention.
Lana: No, it was just a happy accident.
Clark: I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way.
Lana: Clark, I really thought I was going to die.
Clark: You've been through worse.
Lana: Because you've been there to protect me, but I knew you weren't
coming this time, so when Van showed up I guess I was just relieved that
there were others like you out there.
Clark: He's not like me. You have to see him for what he is. He's a
killer. Lana, it's okay to be mad at people who tried to hurt you, but it's
not fair to take it out on everyone who's been affected by the meteors. It's
not their fault. No one asked to be different.
Lana: Life would just be so much better for everybody if the meteor
shower never happened.
Van: 197, 198, 199...
Clark: I've searched everywhere, from here to Metropolis. It's like Van
Jonathan: Well, Clark, he can't hide forever. Every police officer in the
state's looking for him. They'll find him.
Clark: I just hope he doesn't find his next target first. Dad, do
you think I'm like Van?
Jonathan: Well, I think you know my answer to that question, son. The
real question is do you think you're like Van?
Clark: It's just I've come into contact with a lot of kryptonite-infected
people and it never ends with us being friends and shaking hands. I gave
Lana this whole tolerance speech. I always assumed the worst about them too.
Jonathan: For all we know there could be lots of people out there who
have been infected who lead perfectly normal lives.
Clark: They're forced to live with their secret, just like me.
Jonathan: And they could be using their abilities for good, too. I'm
gonna get cleaned up.
Clark: Aaah! Aaah!
Jonathan: Clark? Clark!
Clark: Dad... ah... Dad...
Jonathan: Clark, I got you.
Jonathan: How's that coming, sweetheart?
Martha: I got it.
Jonathan: It's okay, son. It's okay. It's all right, Clark. Hang in
Martha: He's dying. The poison is spreading so fast.
Jonathan: Okay, Clark, I'm gonna... I'm gonna get it out.
Jonathan: Clark, Clark, you gotta stay still, son.
Martha: Hold on, baby, hold on. Dad's gonna get it.
Martha: He's not breathing!
Jonathan: All right. Hand me those.
Jonathan: Don't you give up on us now, son!
Martha: Jonathan, do you have it?
Jonathan: Martha, it's in there so far. Wait a second. I think I got it.
Martha: Hold on, baby, hold on, baby, he's got it.
Jonathan: Get that thing out of here. Clark, come on, son. Come on,
Van: Lana. It's me, Van. I'm the one who saved you.
Lana: Yeah, I know who you are.
Van: They've got the roads blocked off and they're casing my house and my
hunting cabin. I need you to help me get out of here.
Lana: Van, I think you should turn yourself in.
Van: To the police? They're useless. I mean, they should be protecting
us. I thought you'd understand. You owe me, Lana. I saved your life.
Lana: I know. But Lex didn't do anything to you. I'm sorry about
what happened to your father, but going after innocent people isn't gonna
bring him back.
Van: These freaks aren't people, Lana, okay, no matter how much they seem
like it! Look at Jake, all right? He was my best friend for three
years and I had no idea. And you're being fooled just like I was.
Lana: What do you mean?
Van: Clark Kent is one of them.
Lana: Why would you say that?
Van: Look, I know he seems perfectly normal, but I saw him catch a
bullet, Lana. In his bare hands. He was a freak just like the rest of them.
Lana: What do you mean "was"?
Van: Well, let's just say Clark Kent won't be able to hurt anyone now.
Lana: What did you do?
Van: I found his weakness. I made special bullets.
Lana: No, no...
Van: That freak got exactly what he deserved.
Lana: Clark is more human than you will ever be. Get someone to the
Kent Farm. Quick. Clark Kent's been murdered!
Van: You were in love with that disgusting mutant, weren't you? You
know, there's only one thing I hate worse than a freak, and that's a freak
Martha: He's coming to.
Jonathan: Hey. Clark, how you feeling, son?
Clark: A little woozy.
Martha: You need to lie down, take it slowly.
Clark: No, I need to find Van.
Jonathan: Clark, listen, just because your wound is healed doesn't mean
you don't need to rest.
Clark: How can I rest knowing that Van's out there with a hit list in his
Martha: Clark, this boy is not like the others. He has kryptonite
Jonathan: He already tried to kill you once, son. I'll not let you give
him a second chance.
Clark: I know what I'm up against now.
Adams: Mrs. Kent, is Clark all right?
Jonathan: Yeah, Clark's fine. Why, Sheriff?
Adams: Well, rumors of your death have been greatly exaggerated,
Adams: Are you sure everything's all right?
Jonathan: Oh yeah, it was a barbed wire accident.
Clark: What do you mean rumors of my death?
Adams: Dispatch received a call that you'd been murdered.
Clark: Who'd make a call like that?
Adams: Beats the heck out of me. I don't appreciate crank calls,
especially in the middle of a manhunt. All clear at the Kent Farm.
Voice on the radio: All right, Sheriff.
Adams: Over. Where's your son?
Clark: Van, I know you're listening. You didn't get me. If you want to
finish this, meet me where I saw your dad's picture. I'm on my way.
Van: I don't know how your boyfriend survived my first shot, but we're
gonna see how he handles a whole clip.
Van: You may have survived one bullet, but I'm not gonna make that
Clark: Lana. Let her go!
Van: Not until she sees once and for all that her lover boy is a freak
Van: I told you he was a freak.
Lana: You're a freak.
Lana: Clark, how did you--
Clark: It's all about dressing for the occasion.
Lana: What is that, lead?
Clark: You can rest a bit easier. Van McNulty's been taken into custody.
He's in the psychiatric ward.
Lex: I-I knew Van was misguided, but I'm not so sure he's insane.
Clark: What makes you say that?
Lex: Churchill once said "Out of intense complexities, intense
simplicities emerge." Maybe that kid was right about me.
Clark: Lex, he's a fanatic.
Lex: Oh, but Chloe Sullivan's not? How many times have I come face
to face with death and walked away without a scratch? I've practically lost
Clark: Weirder things have happened.
Lex: All this time I thought the reason I survived that Porsche accident
was because of you, Clark. Now I'm not so sure. See, I've always tried to
explain everything by looking outside myself. But maybe the truth lies
inside my own physiology. Maybe I am a freak.
Clark: Lana, is everything okay?
Lana: I thought we established that we didn't need a reason to come and
see each other.
Clark: I didn't get a chance to tell you, but you really kicked ass
Lana: Yeah, well, some hero I turned out to be. You still got shot.
You must be pretty sore.
Clark: It still stings a little.
Lana: You know, I, um, I believed Van for a minute when he told me you
Clark: Is that what he told you?
Lana: It was really comforting to hear. Suddenly everything made sense.
The tornado, all the times that you've been there... everything I can't
Clark: I wish the answer was that easy. But I wasn't infected by the
Lana: If you were. . .it would be okay.
Clark: I have to get back to work.
Lana: What I don't understand is you're willing to walk into bullets for
me, but you won't share what's going on inside. Clark, if you don't open up
to the people that love you, you'll always be alone. I can't believe you
want to spend your life like that.
Clark: I may not have a choice.
Lana: You always have a choice.
Lionel: You hit a glitch, Miss Sullivan? I know a very capable computer
technician who might have some familiarity with your setup.
Chloe: How could I be so idiotic? You donate the computers and then send
your experts in to set them up.
Lionel: Yeah, philanthropy. I've always prided myself on that.
Chloe: What about tampering with a high school student's personal
Lionel: I think you'll find your personal computer is on loan to the
school as the property of the LuthorCorp foundation.
Chloe: You are so low, you're subterranean. You know, Clark's files
aren't even on this hard drive. Do you really think I'd be that stupid?
Lionel: My interest doesn't end with Clark Kent. I'm intrigued by your
whole body of work. I'd hate to see your valuable research evaporate into
the ether, but I will not allow information that concerns my son to be made
available to anyone who can hack their way into your personal files.
Chloe: Mr. Luthor, I'm very sorry about what happened to Lex. These files
were never meant to be seen by anyone other than me.
Lionel: I warn you. If I ever catch you investigating a member of
my family again, a computer glitch will be the least of your problems.
Good night, Miss Sullivan.
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