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Jonathan: Son of a gun!

Martha: What else? Oh, don't use the upstairs bathroom. It's backed up. I have to snake the pipes.

Clark: Where's the leftover pizza?

Martha: Fridge, second shelf. You can nuke the chili for dinner. Clark? Some clue you actually heard me.

Clark: Upstairs bathroom off limits, after nuking the chili dinner.

Martha: Glad to see your hearing hasn't changed.

Jonathan: Clark! Can I get a hand out here please?

Jonathan: Hey. Son, would you, uh...

Clark: Sure.

Jonathan: Thanks.] Truck picked one heck of a day to snap an exhaust hanger.

Martha: Okay, I left the number of our hotel on the nightstand. I think that's everything.

Jonathan: That ought to do it. I'm definitely raising your allowance.

Martha: If you need anything--

Clark: Call. Mom, it's a couple of nights in Metropolis. I'll be fine.

Jonathan: I'm sure he'll be fine. And soon, madam, so shall we be.

Clark: Oh, I almost forgot. Sorry. Happy anniversary.

Martha: Sweetheart. Bye-bye.

Jonathan: Clark, thanks for the card. Hey, think fast.

Mother: Good night, little one. Shh.

Man: Don't worry. Daddy's gonna get better.

Mother: Hello? Is someone there? It's okay, honey. It's just thunder.

Earl: Will!

Will: Earl? What are you doing here?

Earl: I need to see Lionel Luthor. I know he's here.

Will: Sorry, man. You know I can't let you in here.

Earl: They did something to me at his plant in Smallville.

Will: Earl, see that’s the talk that got yourself canned, all right? Now, if you got a problem, get some help.

Earl: I tried, they can't do anything. It's getting worse. Please, let me in.

Will: Earl, don't make me call security, all right? Just go home and dry off. What the hell? Earl? What the hell are you doing Earl?!

Earl: If I don't get an answer, I'm gonna die.

Will: No, no, no, we gotta get you to a doctor.

Earl: They can't do anything. Nobody can. Will? Will?

Pete: What are you gonna do now that you're officially home alone?

Clark: I was thinking of having a few people over.

Chloe: Do my ears deceive me or is Clark Kent actually suggesting a party?

Clark: A small gathering. You guys, a few other people, maybe even Lana.

Chloe: With or without her possible action-figure boyfriend?

Clark: 8 o'clock. And remember, the key word is 'small.'

Chloe: Small?

Chloe: So, this is what you call a small gathering, right?

Clark: Do you even recognize half these people? Hey, watch the glass!

Boy: Dude, I think I'm gonna hurl. Thanks.

Lana: Pretty cool party.

Clark: Lana, thanks. It's kind of impromptu. I figure sometimes you just have to kick back and blow off some steam.

Lana: If I had a hundred people trashing my house, I'd be a little freaked out.

Clark: After the first few dishes, you kind of get used to it.

Lana: I don't think I'd be brave enough to risk it.

Clark: I don't know, Lana. I bet you're braver than you think. So you're flying solo tonight?

Lana: You mean what am I doing here without Whitney? I am capable of enjoying myself without him. You're full of surprises tonight, Clark.

Clark: Tell me about it.

Pete: Clark, man, how cool is this?

Clark: Pete, why didn't you just call the cops? It would have been a lot easier.

Pete: Hey, I can't claim credit. It wasn't my idea.

Lex: It was mine. Call it a party gift. I hope you like it.

Clark: It's great, just...

Lex: Don't worry about the police, it's covered. I know this kind of party can make or break a reputation and I wanted to make sure yours was a hit. I hear you're taking a tour of my plant tomorrow.

Chloe: It's a class field trip.

Lex: What'd you do wrong?

Clark: It's that bad, huh?

Girl: Sorry I took so long. Someone overflowed the bathroom.

Clark: I'm officially dead.

Martha: There's no answer.

Jonathan: Oh he's fine, he’s fine. We have to trust him, Martha.

Martha: I do, but I still worry.

Jonathan: I know. Metropolis, do you miss it?

Martha: Sometimes.

Jonathan: Yeah?

Martha: But I didn't move to Smallville for action and glamour. I moved because a certain man told me we'd never be rich or travel the world, but he'd always love me. How could I pass up an offer like that?

Whitney:

Whitney: Hey.

Lana: Whitney, what are you doing here?

Whitney: Looking for you. Why didn't you tell me you were coming here?

Lana: It was kind of last minute. I didn't realize I needed your permission.

Whitney: Lana, can we talk outside?

Whitney: Lana, what's going on?

Lana: I told you when we got back together that I needed some breathing room.

Whitney: So you sneak off to a party without me?

Lana: I didn't sneak. I walked. And why are you mad at me? Is it because it's Clark's party? I'm starting to get the feeling you don't trust me.

Chloe: We'll clean it up tomorrow--

Lana: Clark! You better get out here.

Whitney: Kent, get up here. Got him!

Clark: Earl! Hey, back off I know him. Earl, what are you-- what are you doing here?

Earl: I came to see your dad. He's the only one I can trust.

Clark: He's out of town. Hey, what's wrong with you? Call an ambulance!

Chloe: This guy should be in a detox center.

Clark: He's not on drugs, Chloe.

Chloe: Then why was he shaking like a junkie?

Clark: Look, Earl worked on the farm for six seasons. I spent 12 hours a day with the guy out in the fields. He even tried to teach me how to play guitar. He said it was a good way to impress women.

Chloe: Yeah, we're all a sucker for a guy with a 6-string. How come I've never heard you play?

Clark: I kept snapping the guitar strings. I think Earl got sick of replacing them.

Chloe: You know, just because you spend a lot of time with someone doesn't mean you know their darkest secrets.

Clark: He was like family.

Chloe: Then why did he leave?

Clark: He took a job at the LuthorCorp plant. It was full-time and the pay was better.

Cop #1: Where can we find Earl Jenkins?

Nurse: Exam room 3, down the hall.

Clark: Excuse me. I'm a friend of Earl's. Is he in some kind of trouble?

Cop: Oh yeah.

Man: We need some help in here! --------

Cop: What the hell?

Clark: Earl!

Chloe: Are you okay? ---------

Clark: Hi. You're home early.

Martha: We called six times last night, spoke with six different people, none of whom knew who you were.

Clark: It was supposed to be an intimate occasion.

Jonathan: Clark, where have you been?

Clark: The hospital.

Martha: That's it. I'm never leaving home again.

Jonathan: Who got hurt?

Clark: Nobody. But I found Earl Jenkins hiding in the loft. He was looking for you, dad. He's all messed up.

Jonathan: What's the matter with Earl?

Clark: I don't know but he's wanted for murder.

Jonathan: Earl? What did he have to say for himself?

Clark: I couldn't get close.

Jonathan: How come, the police?

Clark: No. Because when I got near him, I got sick. It was weird. I mean, every time I stood next to him, it got worse. It's kind of like...

Martha: Like what?

Clark: It's kind of like the way I feel around meteor fragments.

Jonathan: What's wrong with him?

Doctor: Well to be honest, I don't have the faintest idea. It's amazing his body's been able to survive the seizures this long. Here, take a look at the x-rays. It looks like he's got some sort of mineral poisoning but it's not from any mineral I've seen before.

Clark: Is that why he's shaking so hard?

Doctor: Tiny fragments are embedded under his skin. His body is slowly trying to push them out.

Jonathan: How did they get in there?

Doctor: He claims there was an explosion at the LuthorCorp plant six months ago.

Jonathan: I don't remember hearing anything about that.

Doctor: That's because it didn't happen. I pulled the plant's safety records, I checked with OSHA and the EPA.

Jonathan: Doc, can I go in and talk to him by myself?

Doctor: Better hurry up. Metropolis P.D. will be here any minute to transfer him back to the city.

Jonathan: Thanks.

Clark: I want to go with you.

Jonathan: No. Listen, you said that you felt sick when you got around him, right? Now I'm guessing that whatever he was exposed to, it's got something to do with the meteor rocks and I don't want you passing out around here. That'd bring us a whole other set of problems.

Earl: Jonathan. Am I glad to see you.

Jonathan: Hey, look.

Earl: Clark, can you hear me? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to--

Clark: I'm fine, don't worry about it.

Jonathan: All right, Earl. What's going on? I can't believe that you'd want to kill anybody.

Earl: It was an accident. I was trying to see Lionel Luthor.

Jonathan: Why?

Earl: Find out what they were using on Level 3.

Jonathan: Earl, you're not making any sense.

Earl: When I got that job at the Smallville plant, I was assigned to clean Level 3. They were doing these hush-hush crop experiments, a new kind of fertilizer supposed to make corn grow twice as fast. There was something in the fertilizer that was unstable. There was a huge explosion. I was cleaning at the time, and this stuff... it got under my skin. And the next thing I know, they shut it all down and I was transferred to Metropolis. Then, two months ago, the jitters started.

Jonathan: Did you see a doctor?

Earl: I must have seen 50. But nobody could tell me what was wrong. They needed to know what I was exposed to. But when I went back to the plant, they told me that Level 3 didn't exist. That it never had. I got to find out what they were using. That's why I need your help. You gotta get me out of here.

Jonathan: Earl, you're wanted for murder.

Earl: No, you don't understand. I can't control it. I'm running out of time. The jitters are getting worse. It's already cost me my job, my marriage, my baby. I gotta get back into that plant or I'm gonna die. Help me.

Jonathan: You get some rest, Earl.

Clark: Do you think he's telling the truth?

Jonathan: I have no idea.

Clark: I've got a field trip to the LuthorCorp plant this afternoon. Maybe I could take a look around.

Jonathan: I know that you're worried about Earl, but he's got more trouble than he can handle. I don't  even know if he's in his right mind, so please don't... don't do anything.

Little Girl: Mommy, I don't want to go to the doctor's. They're gonna give me a shot.

Mother: They're not going to give you a shot.

Girl: That's what you said last time. Mommy!

Gabe: Hello, everybody. I'm Gabe Sullivan, plant manager and proud father. Hi, sweetheart.

Chloe: Hi, Dad.

Gabe: Welcome to LuthorCorp, where we give a crap.

Chloe: Okay, somebody kill me now.

Gabe: A little fertilizer humor there. All right, before we go inside, I need you to remove all your cell phones, pagers, jewelry. Anything that jangles, dangles, or rings needs to go in these plastic trays right here. All right, any other questions? Yes?

Clark: I heard there was a third level to the plant. Is that true?

Gabe: Yeah, yeah. That's where we do the alien autopsies. I think we better get started.

Chloe: Don't encourage him.

Gabe: This way, everybody. All right, people. let's stay together.

Earl: No, no, no! This can't be. This can't be. This can't be. This can't be happening! Where is it? Where is it?! Where's the elevator?!

Gabe: Watch out for these babies. 262 degrees. They get hot. This is it. The plant's mission control. 100,000 tons of animal waste is processed here every year. Trust me, the results can be pretty explosive. So if any of you had beans for lunch, I'm going to have to ask you to leave.

Chloe: Among his peers he's considered witty.

Pete: Mm-hmm. Where's Clark?

Gabe: What the heck? Excuse me.

Earl: Don't move! Take me to Level 3. Now!

Jonathan: We need to find out if they're all right. When we send our kids on a field trip, we'd like to believe that they're going to be safe. If you can't do it, then we need to do it!

Lex: Let these two in. Just these two.

Jonathan: All right, what's going on here?

Lex: There's a lunatic inside demanding to be taken to some place called Level 3. We've managed to evacuate the plant, but he's taken the students hostage.

Martha: Is anyone hurt?

Lex: Not yet.

Jonathan: What's his name?

Lex: Earl Jenkins.

Jonathan: I know Earl Jenkins. He used to work for us.

Lex: Well, what's he doing in my plant?

Jonathan: Well, he claims that LuthorCorp is doing some crop experiments on some secret Level 3 and that's what made him sick. He's convinced that it's the only place he can get a cure.

Lex: Then we've got a serious problem, because there is no Level 3.

Martha: Where's Clark?

Gabe: I swear, I don't know anything about Level 3.

Earl: You're lying.

Clark: He's not lying! I found these blueprints. There is no Level 3.

Earl: Every night, I go down to Level 2, I follow the red pipes down that long hallway, I go to the door, I open it, and I take the elevator down to Level 3! You're just like everybody else. Now you get over there and you sit down!

Martha: Who's that?

Lex: My father.

SWAT agent: Mr. Luthor, we have a hostage situation.

Lionel: I was briefed on my way down. Lex! How did you allow this to happen?

Lex: I didn't allow anything.

Lionel: Then how did this man get inside?

Lex: I think--

Lionel: You think? Why don't you know, Lex?

Jonathan: Can we focus on what's important? We got innocent kids in there.

Lex: This is Jonathan Kent.

Lionel: It's been a long time, but I never forget a face.

Lex: Kent's son is inside and they know the gunman personally.

Lionel: What's your assessment of this lunatic?

Jonathan: He's sick, he's desperate, and he blames your plant for his condition.

Lionel: This Level 3 nonsense?

Lex: I've assured everyone there is no Level 3. That is the truth, isn't it?

Lionel: Of course it is.

Jonathan: People's lives are at stake, including my son's. What are you going to do about it?

Lionel: I'm going to let SWAT do their job. When he makes a mistake, they'll move in.

Martha: What about the kids? You need to get on the phone and talk to him!

Lionel: Mrs. Kent, I understand how you feel. I want everyone to walk out of there alive too, but I do not negotiate with terrorists.

Martha: He's not a terrorist! He's sick and he needs help! If you won't talk to him, then Jonathan will!

Lex: You're not the one he blames. Is he, Dad?

Lionel: Gabe, its Luthor.

Gabe: Lionel Luthor.

Earl: Speaker. Mr. Luthor, I've finally got your attention, haven't I?

Lionel: Earl, why don't you come out? We've got a lot to talk about.

Earl: Just tell me what you were using down on Level 3.

Lionel: You're sick Earl. Let everyone go. We'll get you help.

Clark: Earl.

Earl: Oh no. See what you made me do? See what you made me... See what you made me do?

Lex: Way to go, Dad. I see you haven't lost your touch.

Earl: Your methane gas-valve just broke. The whole place is gonna go up.

Whitney: We need to do something.

Clark: I don't think that's a good idea.

Whitney: That man's nuts. He's not listening to the cops and that methane gas is gonna blow.

Lana: Whitney, I don't want you to get hurt.

Whitney: I'm not putting my life in that man's hands. Two of us can take him. How about it, Clark?

Clark: I can't.

Lana: It's okay. Whitney.

Earl: Luthor, I trusted you. You told me you were trying to help people. Hey, what are you doing?!

Lana: Whitney!

Earl: It's all your fault, Luthor.

SWAT agent: We got shots fired, one hostage down. Full alert.

Lionel: What was that boy thinking?

Jonathan: He wasn't. He's a teenager who's been waiting for someone out here to take the initiative. Look, you've got a hostage situation, a potential bomb in there. Somebody's gotta do something.

Lex: You're right. I'm going in.

Lionel: Don't be foolhardy. This is not time for mock-heroics.

Lex: You said this is my plant. It's my call.

Lionel: I won't allow it, Lex.

Lex: Don't ever do that again. Tell him Lex Luthor's coming to see him.

SWAT agent: I wouldn't advise that, sir.

Lex: Make the call.

Earl: What kind of man sends his own kid to do his dirty work?

Lana: He needs a doctor.

Lex: What are we gonna do about these kids, Earl?

Earl: I never meant to hurt anybody. I tried talking to your father, but he wouldn't listen to me.

Lex: I know the feeling. Earl, you say that everybody's been lying to you. I'm gonna tell you the truth. My father doesn't care about you. He doesn't care about anybody in this room. Because if we all die, his P.R. firm will spin it, his insurance company will pay out, and you, Earl, will go down as the bad guy.

Earl: I'm not the bad guy. I'm just trying to get better.

Lex: How are you gonna get better by killing a bunch of kids? If you let everybody go, I'll take you to Level 3.

Earl: You stop lying.

Lex: Let them go, and I'll show you where it is. Earl, trust me. I'm a man of my word.

Earl: Get out. Get out. Get out! Everybody, get out!

Clark: Do you really know where it is?

Lex: Yeah. It's in his imagination. There is no Level 3, Clark. Now get out of here.

Earl: Clark.

SWAT agent: The kids are coming out.

Martha: Oh, Jonathan.

Jonathan: Come on, sweetheart. They'll come out over here.

SWAT agent: We need to bring down the fire doors. The gas levels are too high. Your son will be sealed inside. I'm sorry sir.

Lionel: Do it.

Pete: Clark, come on, man, we gotta go!

Clark: Don't worry about me!

Martha: Pete! Where's Clark?

Pete: He's back inside, Mrs. Kent. I tried to stop him. I'm sorry. I-I'm sorry.

Martha: You have to open the doors.

Lionel: They're safety locked and can't be opened until the gas levels have gone down.

Martha: My son is still in there.

Lionel: So is mine.

Earl: We're running out of time. All right. I've done my part. Now it's time for you to do yours.

Lex: Earl, there is no Level 3. It's all in your head.

Earl: I should have never trusted you. You Luthors are all the same.

Clark: Earl, I found Level 3! They built a wall in front of the elevator but it's still here.

Earl: Stop playing with me!

Lex: Get out of the building, Clark!

Clark: Earl, it's here. Don't you want to see it? I promise.

Earl: Come on. I want you to see the truth. Come on. Come on!

Lionel: Hold on.

SWAT agent: The gas pressure is beginning to drop.

Lionel: How did that happen?

SWAT agent: I have no idea.

Lex: I can't. Two buttons, two levels I'm sorry, all right? Earl: I told you it was here. Huh? Where is... where is everything? There used to be-- there was a field of corn with sprayers all over it. And every night they'd spray this green mist on it. What have you done with it?!

Lex: I don't know. They lied to me too, Earl. I had no idea this was here.

Clark: Earl. Let's go back upstairs and talk about this. Earl: It's all gone, Clark. How am I gonna get better if I don't know what poisoned me?

Lex: I didn't know about this place, Clark. You've got to believe me.

Clark: I believe you, Lex. 

Earl: He's lying. He's just like his father!

Lex: Clark! Oh, God!

Clark: Ah! Get to the elevator.

Lex: Clark, how did you pull us up?

Clark: I don't know. Adrenaline I guess.

Martha: I have never been so happy to see you in my life!

Lex: You lied to me.

Lionel: No, no I didn't. I said Level 3 wasn't on any plans. It wasn't. It's plausible deniability.

Lex: What were you doing down there?

Lionel: Doesn't matter. It was a failure, we closed the door and moved on.

Lex: You almost got me killed.

Lionel: No, you almost got yourself killed. It was your call, remember?

Reporter: Mr. Luthor!

Lionel: I'll handle this.

Reporter: Mr. Luthor, what can you tell us about Level 3?

Lionel: I think you're referring to a redundant storage area at the base of the plant. Mr. Jenkins is a very sick man who desperately needs medical attention--

Lex: That's why my father and I have pledged to find Mr. Jenkins the best medical care possible. He was a LuthorCorp employee and here at LuthorCorp, we always put family first. Isn't that right, Dad?

Reporter: Mr. Luthor, is it true the government is trying to shut you down?

Lionel: No, no, no. No more questions, please. My son has been through quite an ordeal today.

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