Martha: Well, thank you
for the lift. With any luck, my car will be out of the garage tomorrow.
Lois: Oh, bummer. I love being your chauffeur. We can
chat, and I get to spend a little quality time with my new best friend.
Martha: I'm proud of you, Lois. Living in your own apartment,
buying a brand-new car -- you've really grown up.
Lois: Oh, let's not get carried away. The car's my safety net.
When I screw up and lose my job and apartment, I'm gonna need somewhere
Martha: Thanks again.
Lois: See ya. Bye.
[ Squeaking ]
[ Shelby barking ]
[ Thunder crashes ]
Clark: Mom? Mom. Mom. Mom, wake up. Are you okay? Mom?
Martha: I -- I must have fainted. I-I haven't eaten anything
Clark: That sound, flash of light -- what was that?
Martha: What are you talking about?
Chloe: According to the weather bureau, at 10:35 last
night, other than a little rain, there was nothing over Smallville.
doesn't rule out heat lightning.
Chloe: [ Chuckling ] Nothing was reported. Clark, most people I know
are interested in the forecast, not the pastcast. What's going on?
Clark:: Last night I heard a sound, it sounded like thunder.
And then I saw a bright light. When I went outside, I found my mom
unconscious in the field.
Chloe: Oh, my god.
Clark: I thought she may have been struck by lightning.
Chloe: Is she all right?
Clark: Perfectly fine, like nothing happened. That's the weird
Chloe: Maybe she passed out.
she seen a doctor?
Clark: First thing this morning, but they couldn't find
anything wrong with her either.
Chloe: Then why are you so worried?
Clark: I just want to know where that sound and that light came
Chloe: Maybe someone was setting off fireworks in the field
next to you, or, you know, maybe your superhearing picked up a car
backfiring two counties away. What does it matter? Your mom's fine. You
don't have anything to worry about.
right, why do I feel like I'm getting the abridged version of this
Clark: I think Jor-El might have something to do with this.
Chloe: Your biological father?
Clark: When I died and he brought me back, he made a deal. He's
come back to collect.
Lois: Don't take this the wrong way, but after 800 pictures,
you don't get any prettier.
Lex: That's enough. Thanks, guys. How about a latte?
Lois: [ Sighs ] Don't you find this just a tad sleazy, holding
a campaign photo shoot where Martha Kent works? You might as well, I
don't know, go out to their farm and milk their cows.
Lex: [ Chuckles ] In case you don't know where your paycheck
comes from, I own The Talon.
Lois: What don't you own? I guess now you want to own the
Lex: Wow. Why are you so angry, Lois? What have I ever done to
Lois: You just remind me of a lot of those pseudo politicians I
grew up around. You know, men who bought their way into office. But do
you really think you can beat Jonathan Kent? There must be enough dirt
on you to create a land mass the size of Texas.
Lex: Please, grab a shovel and start digging. I have nothing to
me give you a little friendly advice. Bow out of the race before a pesky
little squirrel digs up one of your rotten acorns.
Lex: Well, thanks, Lois. You know, there's nothing more
valuable than the savvy political advice of a muffin-peddling college
dropout. Speaking of, do you have banana/blueberry today?
Milton: Many humans believe the earth was created in seven
days. I'm surprised it took you that long to trust me.
Clark: I want to know more about Jor-El.
Milton: What son doesn't want to learn more about his absentee
father? But, uh, like all great figures in history, he can only be
understood in the proper context. That's why we must start at the very
Clark: I don't have time, Professor. I'm worried. He's
done something to my mother.
Milton: Is your concern based on the bargain Jor-El made with
Clark: How do you know about that?
Milton: I know more than you can imagine.
been keeping an eye on you for months. Does your mother have any
markings on her skin?
Clark: No. Why, does that have something to do with Jor-El?
Milton: Oh, all in due time.
Clark: Wait, he's my father. I have the right to know
everything about him.
Milton: I agree. When you're ready.
Clark: I'm ready now!
Milton: Impatience is such a pathetic human trait. But I
suppose it's to be expected from someone raised by such a primitive
Clark: I happen to care a great deal about this primitive
race... a lot more than I do about Krypton.
Jonathan: A Kryptonian is teaching history at Central Kansas University?
Clark: I didn't believe it either until I saw him use his
powers. He can do everything I can.
Martha: You've seen meteor-infected people do all kinds of things. That
doesn't mean he's Kryptonian.
Clark: He calls me Kal-El, and he knows about Krypton.
Jonathan: Clark, I want you to steer clear of this fella.
Clark: I didn't have a choice.
Jonathan: What do you mean? You always have a choice, son.
Clark: Dad, I wanted to learn more about Jor-El.
Jonathan: I'll tell you what you need to know -- every time
you've come in contact with a Kryptonian, they've been hell-bent on
death and destruction.
Martha: Jonathan, you can't judge an entire people by the acts
of a few. Clark is Kryptonian.
Jonathan: Kryptonian raised by human beings with strong values.
Clark, we --we don't have any idea who this professor really is.
Clark: He's done nothing but help so far. He told me the truth
about Lex. He saved Lana. He took the silver Kryptonite out of me.
Jonathan: But why, Clark? We have no idea what his motives really are.
[ Tea kettle whistling ]
Jonathan: I'll - I'll --
Martha: I'll get it, sweetheart.
[ Martha Gasps ]
Martha: I can't feel my hand. [ Gasps ] My shoulder's burning.
Clark: Dad, what'd the doctors say?
Jonathan: Well, they-- they don't know what it is, but they did
give us some antibiotics and said I should call if anything got worse.
So, come on.
Clark: They're just gonna let her come home?
Jonathan: Clark, the doctor said her vital signs are perfectly
Clark: Normal? I found her unconscious sin the middle of the
driveway. That's anything but normal.
Jonathan: Is there something you're not telling me, son?
Clark: I'm just worried about Mom.
Jonathan: Me, too. But don't worry, she's gonna be fine.
[ Chloe sighs ]
Lionel: Miss Sullivan.
Chloe: Mr. Luthor. What are you doing here?
Lionel: You have made it... to the major leagues.
Chloe: Thank you.
Lionel: [ Chuckles ] Very, very nice. You've done very well for
yourself. I am certain that, sooner than later, you're gonna be working
upstairs under the Tiffany lamps. A big story certainly would accelerate
the process. Not that, um... obituaries and uh, wedding announcements don't
inspire scintillating journalism.
Chloe: If you're trying to feed me some sort of self-promoting
fluff piece, I'm not interested.
Lionel: Uh, how does it go? You can put a tuxedo on the fiddler,
but he's still gonna play the same old tune.
Chloe: That's good. You should jot that down and add it to your
page-a-day calendar. I gotta go.
Lionel: Miss Sullivan, your creative passion will always be for
the bizarre and the inexplicable. That's why I think you're the perfect
reporter for this story.
Chloe: You have one minute. The clock is ticking.
Lionel: It, uh, seems there is, uh, someone at Central Kansas
University who has the astounding ability to run at virtually the speed
of light. Have you ever heard of such a thing?
Chloe: School is located in Smallville, meteor freak capital of
Lionel: This person can lift an automobile with one hand, can,
uh, create fire with the blink of an eye.
Chloe: It sounds like a bit of a stretch, even for me. Do you
have any proof?
Lionel: Well, if we had proof, there wouldn't be any need for
investigative reporting, now would there? The person's name is Milton
Fine. He is a professor of world history.
Chloe: Why did you come to me?
Lionel: Frankly... I didn't think Time Magazine would be
interested. Good day, Miss Sullivan.
Milton: What, are you shaking me down for lecture notes, or are
you ready to begin your independent study?
Clark: A mark showed up on my mom. The doctors don't know what
Milton: Describe it to me.
Clark: It's like a bruise, with veiny strands.
Milton: Did it start on her left shoulder?
Milton: [Sighs ] Your father tortured his dissidents on Krypton
the same exact way.
Milton: I don't suppose I can hide the truth from you any
longer. He was a violent dictator. He ruled over Krypton with an iron
grip of fear and intimidation. Anybody who spoke out against him was
locked away... even the great hero of the people... Zod.
[ Sighs ] Maybe if he hadn't been captured, Zod could've stopped your
father from eviscerating the planet.
Clark: My father destroyed Krypton?
Milton: Billions of people died. But he made sure his only son
survived... all so that one day you could conquer the human race... and
re-create Krypton on Earth.
Clark: Why should I believe you?
Milton: Believe what you will. My concern is for your mother's
health. I need to see her immediately.
Jonathan: All right, look, my--my wife needs medical attention.
You're obviously not a doctor, so why don't you make this easier on both
of us and just get out of my way.
Clark: Dad, the doctors couldn't help. At least let him take a
look at her.
Milton: It's been a day and a half since you fell unconscious?
Martha: Yes, exactly.
Jonathan: Clark, go out and get the truck.
I'm taking you back to the hospital, sweetheart. Come on.
Milton: The doctors can't treat her, Mr. Kent, trust me. If
they puncture her skin or use any medication, it could kill her
Jonathan: Why should I trust you?
Clark: 'Cause he's Kryptonian. This could b ea Kryptonian
Clark: Mom! Mom?
Jonathan: What's happening?
Milton: She needs a meteor rock. Do you have a meteor rock?
Clark: Dad, in the closet!
Clark: It's on the top shelf!
Jonathan: I got it! Martha...
Milton: Hold it to her forehead.
Jonathan: Martha, Martha... breathe, Martha. It's me. It's me.
[ Martha gasping ]
Clark: It's working.
Milton: In this case, appearances are deceiving. There is no cure.
The meteor will only help ease her pain.
Milton: I'm sorry, Kal-El. Within a matter of hours, your Earth
mother will be dead. Where are you going?
Clark: I'm going to see Jor-El.
Milton: Don't. He'll only feed you more lies.
Clark: I don't care.
Jonathan: Hey, wait a minute. Are you telling me Jor-El is
responsible for this? What's going on, Clark?
Clark: When Jor-El brought me back to life, he warned me
someone close to me would have to die.
Jonathan: So he is going after your mother. And why didn't you
tell me about this before?
Clark: I didn't want you and Mom to worry.
Jonathan: Well, you're the only one that has a chance of stopping
this, so go on, do
Clark: I won't let him kill her.
Jor-El: Kal-El, why have you come?
Clark: Please! Do whatever you want to me! Leave my mother
Jor-El: I have caused your mother no harm.
Clark: No! Don't lie to me! If I would've known someone
close to me would die, I would've given up my life in a second!
Jor-El: It was you who chose to give up your powers and turn
your back on me.
Clark: Please let her live!
Jor-El: I am sorry, my son. The wheel of fate has already been
set in motion. Even you cannot alter destiny.
Lex: So, what am I looking at here?
Woman: It started 48 hours ago, and it's been continuing on and
Lex: What is it, a video glitch?
Woman: More like an electromagnetic tidal wave.
Lionel: Good afternoon, Lex.
Lex: Thank you. Dad, if you've come to dispense a dose of political
advice, save your breath.
Lionel: I know. I know, Lex. You have a cadre of
top-shelf professionals for that. I wonder... do they know about the
sorts of things you keep hidden behind closed doors?
Lex: Ooh, you must be referring to our deep, dark family secrets.
Don't worry, I won't embarrass you.
Lionel: I'm talking about what you keep in Warehouse 15.
Lex: If you want to fabricate stories to try to cripple my campaign,
you won't be the first. Just make it original.
Lionel: It's not your campaign I'm worried about, son.
your legacy. You don't want to end up a n eccentric like Howard Hughes,
remembered more for his 10-inch toenails than his contributions to
Lex: [ Chuckles ] I'm afraid you're the eccentric in the family, Dad.
Lionel: Yes, but I'm not the one running for public office.
Believe me, Lex, the electorate has little patience for candidates
obsessed with little green men. It's time to get your house in order, Lex.
[ Lex sighs ]
Martha: [ Shivers ] Where's my -- my smile? Hmm?
Clark: Are you okay, Mom? Can I get you anything?
Martha: Your father told me about Jor-El, Clark. I want you to
know, I'm more than ready to give up my life for the life of my child.
Clark: Don't talk like that, Mom.
Martha: You've given me so much happiness, Clark. I don't know
what I would've been without you.
[ Chuckles ]
Clark: Without me, none of this would have
Martha: Don't ever feel guilty about this. Do you hear me? I
wouldn't have it any other way. You're gonna be fine. Look at you.
You... you're a man now, Clark. A wonderful man. My... my job's done.
Clark: No, it's not, Mom. You can't say that. You have to fight
Martha: I love you, Clark. And just because I'm...gone... it
doesn't mean my love goes with me. I'll always be in your heart. Always.
Clark: I'm not gonna let you die.
[ Martha moans lightly ]
Clark: I won't let you.
Lois: I don't mean to stop the presses, but I have a favor,
Chloe: What else are cousins for? Shoot.
Lois: Well, you once mentioned that Lex Luthor spent a little
time in the cuckoo's nest. Why not write a little exposé on the mental
stability of the great bald hope of Kansas?
Chloe: I think that would make a great story, if I could find
any shred of evidence or a source that would actually talk.
Lois: Well, there has to be something.
Chloe: Oh, there's lots of sex, lies, and videotapes in Lex's
vault. Problem is, he sleeps with the key under his pillow. Why the
sudden urge to take down Lex?
Lois: I'm just sick and tired of rich powermongers who think
they can win an election with their checkbook.
to mention the fact that he called me a muffin peddler.
Chloe: Oh, so, basically, he hurt your feelings.
Lois: Well, sort of. But that's beside the point. Come
on, you have to have something on that little hard drive of yours.
Chloe: Actually, Clark's professor at CKU was doing some
investigating on Luthorcorp.
Lois: Clark's professor?
Chloe: Yeah, he's, um...writing a book. I actually followed him
to a Luthorcorp warehouse downtown.
Lois: And what did you see?
Chloe: Nothing. Thanks to a little thing called security, I
couldn't get anywhere near it.
Lois: Well, now you have your trusty sidekick along for the
Chloe: Let's go.
[ Rock music blaring ]
Lois: Maybe you can help me. I'm trying to find the
highway, and I am completely lost.
Man: Hold on, I got a map.
Man: You know, this is a really nice car.
Lois: Yeah, it is, isn't it? You know, you can't fully
appreciate a car like this unless you sit in it.
Lois: Come on. Yeah.
Lois: Just for a minute. Go ahead.
Lois: Ready for this?
Lois: It's amazing.
If you look there, there's all sorts of really cool buttons. Um, okay,
you have a pop-up thingy. Have a look. Yeah, you can put things like, I don't
know... breath mints, and, uh... ...all sorts of stuff. ...Put a coffee
Man: How's the stereo?
Lois: It's fantastic. Turn it up. And, yeah, uh, well...
Man: You know, I really got to get back to work.
Lois: [ Chuckles nervously ] Right. Okay. [ Chuckles ] I love a man in uniform .
Man #1: Hey! How'd you get in here? Attention, cobra-niner.
Man #1: This is three-four-niner. Come in.
Man #2: We have a security breach.
Lois: Hey! Ow!
[ Tires screech ]
Chloe: Thank you, Miss Andretti. Let's go.
[ Tires screech ]
Clark: There's got to be a way to save my mom. There must
be. I'll do anything.
Milton: There is one option, but I wouldn't recommend it.
Clark: What is it?
Milton: [ Sighs ] No matter how malevolent he is, Jor-El still represents
your only connection with your past.
Clark: Just tell me what it is.
Milton: The only
way to save your mother is to destroy the fortress. Jor- El's will is
controlling her virus through the crystals. If you bring down his
fortress, you will save your mother from his grip.
Clark: All he's ever done is
try to ruin my life.
Milton: Sadly, that was his legacy on Krypton, as well.
want him gone.
Jonathan: If anyone is strong enough to get through this... it's
can't give up. You can't give up.
[ Knock on door ]
Jonathan: I'll be right back.
Chloe: Mr. Kent, I'm so sorry, but I
have to find Clark.
Jonathan: He's not here, Chloe.
Chloe: He's not with his professor, is
Jonathan: Uh, yeah, they went to the cave.
Chloe: I've got to get to him. Okay, Milton Fine is not your ordinary PhD.
Jonathan: We know all about him. He's trying to help
[ Martha breathing shallowly ]
Chloe: I don't know how helpful he's actually gonna be.
Clark: I'll tear
this place down, piece by piece. Just tell me where to start.
Milton: Right here.
Stab it into the console. It'll trigger a self-destruct mechanism, and
Jor-El, and his fortress, will be forever gone.
Clark: What is it?
Milton: It was created to defeat your father, but Zod was a man
of peace. He would only use it as a last resort. There was never a
Clark: There is now. You will
never hurt my family again.
[ Glass shatters ]
[ Rumbling ]
Milton: I couldn't have done it without you. You're the only
one who could affect the fortress. Now that you've accomplished your task,
you're nothing more than a petty annoyance.
Clark: The meteor rock. You're not
even Kryptonian, are you?
Milton: I was created by a Kryptonian, but I'm a whole
[ Clark Groans ]
Milton: You are free, General Zod!
Milton: The one true Kryptonian.
Finally he will rid this febrile planet of the scourge of humans, and
create Krypton here on Earth.
Clark: Everything you said to me was a lie! You
weren't talking about Jor-El. You really were talking about Zod! Jor-El
didn't infect my mother, did he? You did!
think that you would sacrifice your Kryptonian heritage for a single homo sapien. You
are a pitiful disgrace. Goodbye, Kal-El. Welcome to our new home, General
Chloe: Clark? Clark!
[ Rumbling continues ]
[ Clark groans ]
[ Crashes ]
Clark: Chloe... Ugh!
[ Clanks ]
[ Martha gasps ] Oh, my God! [ Laughs ]
Jonathan: It's gone.
[ Both laugh ]
[Shelby barks ]
Martha: Hey, you.
Clark: Mom, you okay?
Martha: Yeah. It's amazing how wonderful a rain storm
smells when you think you'll never smell one again.
Clark: I can't imagine what it would be like if you were gone.
Martha: The hardest thing in life is losing the people you
love, but you'd learn to move on -- we all do.
Clark: It wouldn't be easy. Dad's given me so much, I
could never measure. But you're my heart, my soul.
Martha: Well, I... I don't plan on going anywhere for a long,
Chloe: You know, next time I head up North, I've got to remember to pack a parka.
How'd you get up there, anyway?
Chloe: [ Chuckles ] You left your key in the cave. Seriously,
got to be more careful. I mean, if I can get up there, anyone can.
Clark: You know, Professor Fine said that human beings were insignificant and
couldn't be depended on. He obviously didn't know you very well.
Chloe: Please. Robo-Professor knows as much about human nature as
R2-D2. What was he,
anyway? I mean, I saw him materialize from a bunch of nuts and bolts that
spilled out of the spaceship.
Clark: I guess he was some sort of
Kryptonian artificial intelligence.
Chloe: So what did he want with you?
Clark: He wanted
me to help him free a rebel Kryptonian named Zod. What I still don't
understand is how you got onto Fine's trail.
Chloe: You're not gonna like this very much.
Luthor gave me the lead.
Clark: Lionel? How'd he know about Fine?
Chloe: I have no clue.
But I hope he doesn't know about the spaceship. You know, Clark, you
should really get ahold of that thing before somebody else beats you to
Clark: There's a problem. I checked out that warehouse you told me about.
The ship's gone.
Chloe: Well, master of the shell game must have moved it.
Chloe: Or what?
Clark: Or I have a bigger problem than I thought.
[ Door opens ]
Lionel: Lex. Your message sounded urgent. You all right?
thought you were past your kleptomania stage, Dad, but I guess old habits
Lionel: If you are accusing me of some sort of thievery, I assure you,
son, I have no interest in your little baubles and trinkets.
Lex: You sure
seemed interested in what used to be in my warehouse. What'd you do --
pay off my security, bribe my scientists?
Lionel: You're telling me you, uh, misplaced your most prized possession? Oh,
Lex. Lex, how many times have I
told you? If you don't keep a watchful eye on the things you value, one
day they will disappear.
Lex: I want it back now!
Lionel: I wish I could oblige, but,
sadly, I had nothing to do with this unfortunate heist.
Lex: I don't know what
happened to you
meteor shower, Dad, but I think you're more connected to what was in that
warehouse than I ever realized.
Lionel: Please be careful, Lex. You're a fragile
man. I don't want to see you shattered again by your delusions...
[ Lionel plays three notes ]
Lois: Tell me you've managed to dig up at least a
speck of dirt on Lex. I'll take an unpaid parking ticket at this point.
told you, Lois, Lex keeps his dirty laundry in a cast-iron hamper.
I might have done this at first because of pride, but as I
started thinking about it, I started to worry, "What would Lex
with the power of public office?" You know, before we know it, he's gonna
try to rule the world.
Chloe: Well, if you're that worried about it, why don't
you do something?
Lois: I plan to, but the one thing I plan on not doing
poking around inside his warehouses. I can't believe after that
whole "Charlie's Angels" escapade, all you found in there was a bunch of
Chloe: It wasn't a complete waste of time.
Lois: No? What did we manage to
do besides put a scratch on my brand-new car?
Chloe: You got to experience the chills and thrills of journalism.
Lois: Thanks, but no thanks. I don't know how you do it, chasing story after story that only leads to dead ends. I'd
never be able to let go.
Chloe: That's usually how it starts.
Jonathan: Hey. I know how hard all this has been on you. How you holding up?
Clark: I just don't know how I
could be so gullible. I believed everything he said.
Jonathan: I would've done the
same thing, son. You were trying to save your mother. Luckily she's safe
now. I think the best thing we can do is just put all this behind us
move on with our lives, don't you?
Clark: I'm not so sure. Jor-El's warning is
still out there.
Jonathan: [ Sighs ] Clark... your mother's virus was caused by
Fine, not by Jor-El.
He hasn't done anything yet and... for all we know, he might never do
Clark: Dad, we both know that Jor-El's not the type to just let things
Jonathan: Clark, when it comes down to it, none of us are gonna be around forever.
Now, we can't dwell on that. I think the trick is to just live your
life to its fullest, make sure you spend as much time as you possibly
can... with the people you love.
Clark: You're right.
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