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Ryan: How much will you give me for it?

Clerk: Fifty bucks.

Ryan: It's made out of gold.

Clerk: Who told you that?

Ryan: My mother.

Clerk: Tell her it's a fake.

Ryan: I can't. She's dead.

Clerk: Oh... I'll give you sixty bucks.

Man: So what's the deal?

Ryan: I told you I don't want to do this anymore.

Woman: Oh, this is our last job.

Ryan: Liar.

Man: We're all you got, kid. Now tell me the combination.

Ryan: 45-13-29.

Man: Good boy. Okay, you know the drill, right? Let's do this.

Woman: Get the bag. Let's go.

Ryan: Don't forget my angel.

Clerk: What's going on here? Hey! Who are you people?

Woman: No! Oh, my God! Is he dead?

Man: Let's go! Where's he going? Go! Ryan!

Martha: Oh, my God! Are you all right? Are you all right?

Ryan: I lost my shoe.

Martha: I'm taking you to the hospital. Come on.

Dr. Hardin: He checks out physically. Just scrapes and bruises.

Jonathan: Have you managed to contact his parents yet?

Dr. Hardin: Other than knowing his name, Ryan claims to have no memory.

Martha: Are you saying he has amnesia?

Dr. Hardin: True amnesia is extremely rare. It's most likely post-traumatic shock.] His memory will probably return within 24 to 48 hours.

Clark: What if it doesn't?

Dr. Hardin: Martha, Jonathan. It's unlikely all Ryan's cuts and bruises were caused by the accident.

Martha: You think he's been abused?

Dr. Hardin: He may not want to remember.

Martha: What will happen to him?

Dr. Hardin: We've called Child Services, but they're understaffed and can't come out until tomorrow at the earliest. So the only place for Ryan to stay is at the juvenile cell at the sheriff's station.

Martha: That's no place for a child.

Clark: Why can't he come home with us?

Martha: That's a great idea.

Jonathan: Can we do that?

Dr. Hardin: I'll have to make some calls, but I don't see why not. It'd be a big help to us and I'm sure Ryan would appreciate it.

Martha: Clark?

Ryan: It's me, Mrs. Kent.

Martha: Ryan, did you do all this?

Ryan: I hope you don't mind. I couldn't sleep.

Jonathan: Hey, what's the occasion?

Ryan: I wanted to make myself useful. Thanks for letting me stay here.

Jonathan: Hey, you can stay as long as you want. Maybe some of you will rub off on Clark.

Ryan: What does everybody want? Let me guess. Pancakes, with powdered sugar, not syrup.

Martha: How did you know that?

Ryan: I saw you eyeing them when you came in. Scrambled eggs, bacon, coffee with milk and a little bit of honey.

Jonathan: Well, that is some trick there, kiddo.

Clark: Hey, Mom.

Martha: Hey.

Clark: Going all out for the new kid, huh?

Jonathan: Actually, Clark, Ryan took care of all this himself.

Clark: You're making me look bad.

Ryan: What do you want for breakfast? Don't you want anything, Clark?

Clark: I'm just gonna have some pancakes.

Martha: Ryan, you okay?

Jonathan: Ryan, are you sure you don't remember anything about last night? You see, 'cause I still can't figure out why you were out on Route 90 at ten o'clock at night.

Ryan: I said I don't remember. I'm not hiding anything.

Clark: No one said you were, buddy.

Ryan: Guess your parents want me to leave now.

Clark: Why would you think that?

Ryan: Because they don't believe me.

Clark: We just want to help you get home.

Ryan: What if I don't have a home? What if you found out I did bad things? What would happen to me then?

Clark: Ryan, everything's gonna work out. I know it. You like comics?

Ryan: I like this one.

Clark: "Warrior Angel." Why him?

Ryan: Because he protects people who can't protect themselves. I like being around you, Clark. Its... peaceful.

Clark: Why don't you get your head out of that comic and play a little ball?

Ryan: I know what you're thinking. I really suck.

Clark: Nothing a little practice can't cure. Go ahead. Get your hand up. Keep your elbow straight. Just guide the ball with your fingers.

Ryan: Yeah!

Clark: He shoots, he scores! Nice!

Man: Excuse me.

Nurse: Yes?

Man: I'm looking for the boy from the paper. You know, the one who lost his memory.

Nurse: And you are?

Man: Private detective. I work for a couple who lost their son. Is Ryan still around?

Nurse: No. But if you just wait, I'll get Dr. Hardin. I know she'd like to speak with you.

Jonathan: That's a great sound isn't it?

Martha: Yeah, it is. Do you ever think we made the wrong decision not adopting another child? Maybe sharing his secret with a younger brother would have helped. He seems to really like Ryan.

Jonathan: I don't think he's the only one. You always had a soft spot for strays.

Martha: The last one turned out all right.

Lex: I thought you were still in Monaco.

Lionel: Ah, the backbone of surprise is fusing speed with secrecy.

Lex: Von Clausewitz, "On War." Isn't that a little 80s, Dad? Even for you?

Lionel: I never give my plant managers a heads-up before a spot inspection.

Lex: What could you possibly have to complain about now? The plant's doing well. LuthorCorp stock is up.

Lionel: I'm not here to complain, Lex. On the contrary, your performance lately has been... more than adequate.

Lex: That sounds dangerously like a compliment.

Lionel: I push you, Lex. I don't deny it. Greatness is a rarefied air one has to be taught to breathe. You know, Philip of Macedonia raised his son among lions to instill fearlessness in him.

Lex: Didn't he also try to impale the kid with a spear?

Lionel: In an aborted coup attempt, but history remembers that boy as Alexander the great.

Lex: You didn't come all this way to lecture me on Greek history again.

Lionel: No. I want you to come back to Metropolis where you will hold the position Special Advisor to the Chairman Emeritus. That would be me.

Lex: At least the title sounds important.

Lionel: It's more than a title, it's an opportunity. It's what you've been waiting for, ever since you came to Smallville.

Lex: I'll think about it.

Lionel: You want to keep me dangling so it looks like you're granting me a favor instead of receiving one? We don't need to play games, son.

Lex: Dad. Games are all we've got.

Chloe: Wow. You're like a modern-day Kaspar Hauser.

Ryan: Who's that?

Clark: Don't worry. Chloe's the queen of obscure and irrelevant references.

Chloe: He's a kid from the 19th century with amnesia. He showed up in a German town one day without a memory of who he was. All he could remember was his name. How's that for irrelevant?

Ryan: What happened to him?

Chloe: Well, his story spread throughout Europe and people came from all over to see if he was their missing child. Some people even thought he was the lost son of the Grand Duke.

Ryan: Did he ever find his parents?

Chloe: You know... Yeah, he did. Um, he found his parents and they lived happily ever after.

Ryan: Why didn't you just say he was murdered?

Chloe: How'd you... know that?

Clark: You know, why don't we take that picture?

Ryan: What picture? You're not putting me on that freak wall, are you?

Chloe: It's called the Wall of Weird, and no. This picture's just to check against missing persons. Okay, I'm gonna go download this. I'll be there in a sec.

Ryan: She likes you.

Clark: Yeah, we're friends.

Ryan: She wants to be more than just friends. I think she wants you to ask her to the prom.

Clark: Chloe? Yeah, right.

Ryan: No, really. She already picked out a dress. It's pink.

Clark: Ryan, you just met Chloe and she hates dresses and she's not exactly the prom type.

Ryan: Well, maybe she has a romantic side you never knew about.

Clark: Or maybe my mom hit you harder than I thought.

Chloe: Let's get a picture of my boys.

Lana: So, how does it feel having a little brother type figure in you life?

Clark: It's pretty cool.

Lana: I always dreamed of having a brother or sister. You know, someone to talk to, help fill the silence.

Clark: Someone you could totally trust and would always be there for you?

Lana: It's just how I see you, Clark.

Clark: Thanks.

Lex: "Warrior Angel." I'm a fan myself. You must be Ryan. I'm--

Ryan: Lex Luthor. Clark told me all about you.

Lex: You know, I have one of the--

Ryan: Original first-edition panels framed in your house.

Lex: How'd you know that?

Ryan: You're rich. That's what rich people do. Collect stuff.

Clark: I see you've met Ryan.

Lex: Apparently, we're both big "Warrior Angel" fans.

Clark: I didn't know you liked comic books.

Lex: A strange visitor from another planet who protects the weak. When I was young, he was my idol. Not to mention the fact he's bald. I have the whole collection.

Clark: Maybe I can bring Ryan by later and we can check it out.

Lex: Yeah.

Clark: Would you like that, buddy?

Ryan: Whatever.

Lex: Whatever.

Clark: That was kind of rude. Lex is my friend.

Ryan: Don't worry about him. He's going to leave. Lex's father offered him a new job.

Clark: You don't know Lex's father. He would never do that. You have to stop making up stories about people. I'll see you in a minute.

Clark: Ryan?

Lana: Ryan just took off out the back. He looked scared, Clark.

Clark: Ryan?

Ryan: Help! Help! Help!

Clark: You're safe now.

Lex: Clark. Where's your young sidekick?

Clark: Sleeping.

Lex: He thinks you're his big brother.

Clark: Yeah, well, I guess I am. Till tomorrow.

Lex: Kid's growing on ya.

Clark: You know how it is. Being an only child, no one else around. Don't you ever wish you had a sibling?

Lex: I have one, Clark.

Clark: Really? I didn't know.

Lex: When I was eleven, my mother got pregnant again. It was a total surprise. I'd never seen my father happier. The day Julian was born was the only time I felt like I was part of a real family.

Clark: What happened?

Lex: The morning of his baptism, my mother went to his nursery, found him in his crib. He had stopped breathing. My mother was never the same after that and my father got even more distant. I think he saw Julian as his second chance. A chance for him to have a son he could truly love.

Clark: I'm sorry.

Lex: It's in the past, Clark. We would have ended up hating each other anyway. My father would've seen to that. But I didn't come over to recount my family's tragic history. My father's offered me a chance to return to Metropolis.

Clark: Did you tell Ryan about that?

Lex: I haven't told anyone, Clark.

Clark: Well, that's what you always wanted.

Lex: I used to think it was. Now, I'm not so sure. I was a different person there, a different person around my father. He wants an answer tomorrow night. We're having dinner in Metropolis.

Clark: If anyone can choose who they want to be, Lex, it's you.

Jonathan: Knock, knock.

Lana: Mr. Kent. This is a surprise.

Jonathan: Yeah. Ryan's been doing chores with me all day, so I figured he deserved a break. I'd like a cup of coffee, give him whatever he wants, and if you can point me to the phone, I'll see if Martha wants anything.

Lana: All right. It's in the back.

Jonathan: All right. Enjoy.

Lana: So, how are you feeling today?

Ryan: Much better. Thanks.

Lana: Good.

Ryan: Do you think it's okay if friends have secrets?

Lana: Strange question. Why do you ask?

Ryan: Because I think Clark's hiding something from me.

Lana: Everybody has secrets, Ryan.

Ryan: Really? What's yours?

Lana: If I told you, then it wouldn't be a secret.

Ryan: I guess you're right.

Lana: Thanks, Skye. You're a lifesaver. Skye: You're welcome.

Lana: Why the frown?

Ryan: She's not a good person, Lana. You should fire her.

Lana: Ryan. Why would you say something like that?

Ryan: Because it's the truth.

Lana: How do you know?

Ryan: It's a secret.

Man: It looks like Ryan's found himself a new family. It's time to get back to work.

Woman: When do we get the kid?

Man: When we're ready.

Clark: My mom hit him somewhere around here. Thanks for helping with the clue hunt.

Chloe: And help solve the riddle of Ryan? It's my pleasure.

Clark: It really is a riddle. I'm starting to think he may not have amnesia.

Chloe: Clark, the kid adores you. Why would he lie?

Clark: Because he's running from somebody.

Chloe: I found something. We got comic books and Twizzlers. Something every growing boy needs.

Clark: What? That's where I would hide something.

Chloe: If you were a CIA operative. Who do you think it is?

Clark: I don't know. Mom? Aunt?

Chloe: The mystery deepens. I still can't figure out how he knew that Kaspar Hauser was murdered.

Clark: Well, you weren't exactly wearing a poker face. Ryan does say weird things. I mean, he even said that you wanted me to ask you to prom and that you'd already bought a dress. It's not pink is it?

Chloe: Uh... okay, I-I, you know, I was just looking at it. It's not like I actually bought it.

Clark: How would Ryan know that?

Chloe: I don't know. Maybe he's an alien or maybe he called Miss Cleo. You know, I don't know.

Ryan: Clark's the best thing that's ever happened to you, isn't he?

Martha: Yeah, he is.

Ryan: He makes up for not being able to have your own kids.

Martha: He does.

Ryan: Has he always been so strong?

Martha: What do you mean?

Ryan: The way he tore off the back panel of the garbage truck and saved me.

Martha: Don't be silly. He couldn't do that.

Ryan: If you say so. What's your greatest fear?

Martha: That I won't get this pie done by the time you have to leave. Why don't you go outside and shoot some hoops?

Clark: What are you doing down here?

Ryan: Clark... don't be mad.

Clark: How'd you know about this?

Ryan: I read about it in your mom's mind. I wanted to see it for myself.

Clark: Can you hear everything people think?

Ryan: Only what's on the surface, what they're thinking at that moment. Except for you. I can't read your mind. That's how I knew you were different. Now I know why.

Clark: I can't believe you'd do this.

Ryan: I'll never tell. You keep my secret, I'll keep yours.

Clark: It's not that simple.

Ryan: Sure it is. I know your dad's always worried that people are gonna find out. I can tell him when someone's getting close. I told you about Chloe. I can tell you about Lana. You want to know her secret?

Clark: No. No, Ryan. I don't.

Ryan: Why not? It's about you.

Clark: Look, you can't do this.

Ryan: You don't understand what it's like to be different. What it's like to have to hide so people don't think you're a freak. Everywhere I go, I hear people's thoughts. I can't block it out anymore.

Clark: Is this your mother?

Ryan: She died.

Clark: Why didn't you tell me?

Ryan: I was hoping I could start over with your family. They were so nice. I wanted them to adopt me like they did you. So I'd be safe.

Clark: Who's chasing you?

Ryan: My stepfather and his new wife. They've been using me, my abilities... to steal. I wanted to stop. They threatened me. They hit me. You have to protect me, Clark. You're the only one that can.

Ryan: I'll get it.

Woman: You say anything, and I'll kill them. You know I will. Ah, so you must be Ryan.

Jonathan: Can I help you?

Woman: Mr. Kent. Child Services. I'm here to pick up Ryan.

Jonathan: Well, you're a little early aren't you? We weren't expecting you for an hour.

Woman: We can't thank you enough for taking Ryan in.

Martha: It's our pleasure. He's welcome to stay longer.

Woman: Oh, I'm afraid that's impossible. I need to put him in foster care. That's the law.

Martha: Well, let's get your stuff.

Jonathan: Uh, we think Ryan might be running away from his stepfather so we alerted the police.

Woman: Don't worry, we'll keep him safe. Ready to go?

Martha: Oh, could he wait and say goodbye to our son Clark? He'll be home any minute.

Woman: Oh, I'm sorry.

Ryan: It's okay, Mrs. Kent. Just tell him thanks.

Martha: If you need anything just call us, okay?

Clark: Dad? What's wrong?

Jonathan: Child Services came and took Ryan away about 15 minutes ago.

Clark: What? Why didn't he wait for me? I wanted to say goodbye.

Jonathan: I don't know, son. They said they were in a hurry. I'm sorry.

Clark: On your way to Metropolis?

Lex: Yeah. The big dinner. I, uh, I wanted you to have something.

Clark: A sword?

Lex: It's a foil, Clark. Every hero should have one.

Clark: I guess this means you've decided you're leaving.

Lex: I haven't made up my mind one way or the other.

Clark: If you haven't made up your mind, why are you giving me a going-away present?

Lex: Keep that away from the kid.

Clark: He's already gone.

Lex: I'm sorry. I know how much you liked him.

Clark: For what it's worth, I hope you stay.

Lex: Driver. Hey, what's going on? Driver?

Woman: Inside. Come on! Get in.

Man: Mr. Luthor.

Lex: Ryan?

Man: Shut up! Okay, go! Go! Getting the account number to your trust fund was easy.

Lex: I don't know what you're talking about.

Man: Just tell me what it is, rich boy.

Lex: My father has it. I don't.

Ryan: He's lying.

Man: The password. Now. You got it?

Chloe: Hey, Zorro, what's with the sword?

Clark: It's a foil.

Chloe: I'm guessing it's a gift from out favorite millionaire playboy.

Clark: He's thinking of moving back to Metropolis.

Chloe: Well, I'm still here, Clark. I'm not going anywhere. Um, sources at the sheriff's office have given me a heads-up on Ryan's Step-dad.

Clark: You have sources?

Chloe: Yeah. A cute officer in traffic. I talk my way out of a speeding ticket. He told me I was plucky. Maybe I'll ask him to prom. Um, so Ryan's step-dad is a real catch. He's a career criminal.

Clark: This is Lex's limo driver.

Man: Give me the password. Don't make me ask again.

Ryan: It's Julian.

Clark: Lex? You okay?

Lex: Yeah, I think so.

Clark: Which way did they go?

Lex: Straight down Route 90. Clark, they've got Ryan. Get some help.

Man: Torch the limo, baby. Give me that. Julian, Julian. Give me the real password! Don't mess with me!

Ryan: I'm not gonna tell you!

Woman: I swear to God, I'll drop him right now!

Ryan: Once he gets the money, he's gonna kill you!

Man: Don't listen to him. He's talking trash to pull us apart. We're just about to hit the jackpot, baby. All we gotta do is trust each other.

Woman: You know, this kid has always freaked me out. But the one thing I'll say bout him is he never lied.

Man: You know what? That's true. He didn't. Ryan!

Janitor: Hey, kid, where are you going?

Ryan: Call the police!

Man: Ryan! You can't hide forever!

Man: You know, your mother really hated you! Couldn't stand having a freak for a son! Come to think of it, I wasn't that crazy about you either.

Ryan: Clark!

Clark: It's okay, buddy. You're safe now.

Clark: Hey, Lana.

Lana: Hey.

Clark: Ryan would like to say goodbye.

Lana: Where are you going?

Ryan: Edge City.

Clark: Chloe's research turned up an aunt who lives there. She's coming by this afternoon.

Lana: I wanted to thank you for your advice on Skye. You were right. She was stealing from the till.

Clark: Hey.

Ryan: Wow. Thank you.

Clark: I think you made his year. So, you recover yet?

Ryan: I don't know. But I'm definitely in love.

Clark: Join the club.

Lionel: Shouldn't you be packing?

Lex: I'm not going back to Metropolis.

Lionel: Come on, Lex. That's all you've wanted since I assigned you to what you so eloquently refer to as "the crap factory."

Lex: I know why you want me back. I'm driving you crazy, aren't I? I'm not clubbing till 6 A.M., not getting arrested. I'm on track. That's what scares you. You want me back where you can keep an eye on me.

Lionel: You're making a mistake, Lex.

Lex: You know what those emperors you're so fond of talking about were really afraid of? That their sons would become successful and return to Rome at the head of their own army.

Lionel: You think you can find your future in Smallville? I'm your future. Join me, Lex. Join me in Metropolis. How long have you been waiting to hear my say those words?

Lex: I've waited to hear other things from you for a lot longer. I'll return to Metropolis when I'm ready.

Lionel: At the head of an army?

Martha: We're really going to miss you, Ryan. It gets cold in Edge City, so I packed some of Clark's old jackets. Something for you to grow into.

Ryan: Thanks, Mrs. Kent.

Jonathan: You're welcome around here any time you want.

Ryan: I know what you're worried about, but don't be. I'll keep Clark's secret. I know what it's like to have to hide who you are from the world.

Martha: There she is.

Clark: Are you sure you're gonna be all right?

Ryan: She's a nice person. She's just as nervous as I am. Are you sure you don't want to know how Lana feels about you?

Clark: I prefer to find out on my own.

Ryan: Clark, be careful of Lex. I know you like him, but there's a lot of darkness he keeps from the world. I've seen it in his head.

Clark: I like to believe in people's best.

Ryan: I want you to have something.

Clark: I can't take those.

Ryan: I don't need them anymore. I have you.

Clark: See ya.

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