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Lex: You know it belonged to Alexander the Great? They said the design symbolizes strength and courage.

Clark: I can't exactly see myself going into battle with that on my chest.

Lex: Darker times call for darker methods. His opponents thought he was invincible.

Clark: I didn't know you were such a history buff.

Lex: I'm not. I'm just interested in people who ruled the world before they were thirty.

Lana: Don't worry, Lex. You still have a few years to go.

Clark: Lana, I didn't know you were going to be here.

Lana: Didn't Lex tell you?

Lex: Must've slipped my mind. Why don't I leave you two alone?

Lana: Having fun?

Clark: Yeah, well, I'm feeling a bit underdressed.

Lana: If it makes you feel any better, Whitney is just as uncomfortable.

Clark: Whitney came too?

Lana: Why don't you join us? I'm going to go yank Nell away from the jewelry exhibit so we can eat.

Clark: Yeah, sure.

Lex: Clark, where are you going?

Clark: I'm going to get some...air.

Lex: You know, you're never going to get her if you keep running away from your enemy.

Clark: Whitney's not my enemy.

Lex: Yes he is, Clark, and the sooner you realize that, the sooner you'll find a way to win Lana. Just remember, keep your friends close and the quarterback closer.

Victoria: Always the hopeless romantic, Lex.

Lex: Victoria?

Victoria: I'm sorry. Am I interrupting?

Lex: Clark Kent, this is Victoria Hardwick, a very old friend.

Clark: Hi. How close are you going to keep her?

Lex: I'll catch up with you later, Clark.

Lex: Want a private tour?

Victoria: I thought you'd never ask.

Sam Phelan: You see this? I'm the only reason you're not in a cage right now. Now you get into the IA and you get me those files.

Man: What, is one of them yours?

Phelan: You got twenty-four hours to get creative. Start thinking.

Clark: Well, welcome to Metropolis. More or less.

Clark: Dad, let me help you.

Jonathan: Don't break a sweat.

Martha: So, night owl, how was Metropolis.?

Clark: Fine.

Martha: Come on. A reception at the Metropolis Museum and it was just "fine?"

Clark: The museum was amazing. It's just...

Jonathan: It's just what?

Clark: Something happened. It could have been worse. I stopped the bus before anyone was hurt.

Martha: Clark, are you all right?

Clark: I'm fine.

Jonathan: What if somebody had seen you do it?

Clark: Dad, everyone was still in the museum.

Martha: I think it's fine. There's no mention of any witnesses in the paper.

Clark: Look, I better get to school.

Jonathan: Hey, Clark. Look, I am real proud of what you did.

Martha: We both are.

Phelan: Did you bring them?

Man in car: You know I'm not supposed to do this.

Phelan: And I'm not the one with a DUI on my record. You wouldn't believe how many rent-a-cops forget to fill out the previous criminal record section on their job apps.

Lex: So what do you think of Smallville?

Victoria: It reminds me of the village where my grandparents live in Wales. Very quaint, very safe, and the last place I expected to find Lex Luthor.

Lex: My father plans to bring me back to Metropolis in a few years.

Victoria: He's lying.

Lex: I know.

Victoria: You deserve something better.

Lex: And you've crossed the pond to tell me what that is.

Victoria: Catching up with an old friend isn't reason enough?

Lex: As much as I'd like to flatter myself, the daughters of multi-national industrialists usually don't fly around the world to rekindle old flames. Neither do executive vice presidents.

Victoria: Then you've heard.

Lex: That you're working for your father? I keep up. How is Sir Harry?

Victoria: Distant, inaccessible, and rich. I believe you know the type.

Lex: What's he want with me?

Victoria: He understands you may have certain negative feelings towards your father.

Lex: Sir Harry has always had an incredible grasp of the obvious.

Victoria: He was hoping those feelings might work to our mutual advantage. He'd like you to reconsider your position with LuthorCorp.

Lex: So he sent you here as an incentive.

Victoria: I've missed you, Lex.

Lex: I'm touched. Do you have a proposal?

Victoria: First I think I'd like something else.

Clark: Another scathing editorial?

Chloe: Is there any other kind?

Lana: Clark, what happened to you last night?

Clark: I wasn't feeling well. I guess I'm not much of a city guy.

Chloe: You can take the boy off the farm, but you can't take the farm out of the boy.

Principal

Kwan: Is this your idea of a joke? Concerned parents have been calling all morning.

Chloe: Well, what have you been telling them?

Kwan: What the EPA and other environmental groups said years ago. The meteor rocks are harmless.

Chloe: People have a right to know about the strange things that happen in this town.

Kwan: The Torch is a school paper. It's not your own personal tabloid.

Chloe: Are you censoring me?

Kwan: I'm requiring you to do your job, which is report on relevant school events. Sports, dances, clubs. I'm relieving you of your duties. The Torch is suspended until I can appoint a new editor.

Chloe: Okay, what just happened?

Pete: I think you were fired.

Clark: Chloe, I'm sure there's something we can do.

Lana: Let me talk to Kwan.

Chloe: Not to sound ungrateful or anything, but what do you think you can do?

Lana: I don't know, but let me give it a shot.

Phelan: Afternoon, Lex... or is it Mr. Luthor here in Smallville?

Lex: Phelan. Isn't Smallville a couple counties out of your jurisdiction?

Phelan: Well, I don't need jurisdiction to look up an old friend.

Lex: We were never friends. If you want to see me, call my office.

Phelan: When's it happen, Lex?

Lex: When does what happen?

Phelan: When do you turn on the people that help you? How many times did I pull you back from the edge? You'd be dead now if it wasn't for me.

Lex: You were on my father's payroll, his go-to guy in the department. You got paid to fix situations, so don't try and pretend it was anything else.

Phelan: You have a good life here, Lex. I'd sure hate to see that get compromised.

Lex: You can't touch me and you know it.

Phelan: I'm looking for a witness. I think he saw last night's accident outside the museum.

Lex: And this concerns me why? Sorry, I don't know who that is.

Phelan: Hmm. I'd have pegged you for buddies.

Lex: Guess you're losing your instinct. Maybe you should think about retiring.

Clark: Hello? Hello? Anybody home? Dad, is that you? Metropolis Police?

Phelan: Kid, I don't know what they've been feeding you, but that was pretty impressive.

Clark: Who are you?

Phelan: I am your new best friend, Clark.

Clark: How do you know my name?

Phelan: Oh, I asked around. That's the beauty of a small town. Everyone's just so eager to help. A far cry from Metropolis.

Clark: What do you want with me?

Phelan: Your help. You see, Clark, I'm in a battle that I can't afford to lose. Because if I do, the bad guys win. And you have this gift that I need.

Clark: I'll never help you.

Phelan: You have a secret you don't want the world to know about. I'm guessing that's why you didn't stick around for the TV cameras last night. You want to keep things that way, you'll do as I say. Drop by that overpriced coffee shop tomorrow afternoon and we'll talk about your future. Nice catch.

Jonathan: He just dropped the generator right on top of you?

Martha: How did he know it wouldn't kill you?

Clark: He saw me stop the bus last night.

Martha: Maybe we should call the police.

Clark: He is the police. I saw his badge, Metropolis P.D. Dad... look I'm sorry. I didn't mean for any of this to happen.

Jonathan: Clark, you didn't do anything wrong, okay?

Clark: He told me to meet him at the Beanery tomorrow.

Jonathan: I don't want you going anywhere near this guy. I'll talk to him and I'll find out what he wants.

Clark: Until then--

Jonathan: Until then, you live your life, you see your friends. And we're not gonna let this change us.

Lex: You look like you're carrying the weight of the world. Sorry if I surprised you, but there's really nowhere to knock.

Clark: It's okay. Thanks again for last night.

Lex: Your first visit to Metropolis and you're involved in a police investigation? That has to be some kind of record.

Clark: How'd you know about that?

Lex: The detective in charge came to see me first.

Clark: What'd he tell you?

Lex: Not much. Maybe that's what's bothering me.

Clark: What do you mean?

Lex: Metropolis police usually don't send detectives to investigate traffic accidents. So I made a call. Turns out the official investigation is already closed. Clark, you really don't want Sam Phelan in your life.

Clark: You know him?

Lex: Unfortunately. I had my share of legal problems when I was in Metropolis.

Clark: Serious?

Lex: Expensive. Phelan was the kind of officer my father felt we could turn to for help.

Clark: You're saying he's a dirty cop.

Lex: I'm saying he'll do whatever it takes to get the job done. Plant evidence, falsify reports, anything is fair game and if he's got something on you, Clark, he'll use it.

Clark: He just wanted to talk.

Lex: Then you've got nothing to worry about.

Phelan: Mr. Kent. Sam Phelan, Metropolis P.D. I figured you'd be the one to show.

Jonathan: What do you want with my son?

Phelan: We're both rational adults. Let's sit down--

Jonathan: I don't think a rational adult drops a generator on top of a teenage boy, do you?

Phelan: Well, we both know it wouldn't hurt him.

Jonathan: All right. What do you want?

Phelan: I just want Clark's help.

Jonathan: With what?

Phelan: Look around you, Mr. Kent. You know what you see? The veneer of safety. Now, people like me are sworn to protect that. I'm the guy standing between the criminals and respectable citizens like yourself. Now, Clark has... a gift and I would like to use his talents to further my cause.

Jonathan: I will not let you exploit my son.

Phelan: I've spent the morning going through the local police files. Clark's name comes up quite a bit.

Jonathan: Clark has never been in trouble a day in his life, Phelan.

Phelan: No arrests, but he's been around a lot of crime scenes. Now, maybe that's coincidence or maybe it's just his natural instinct to get involved.

Jonathan: Okay. I will give you whatever you want. You just stay away from my family.

Phelan: But I want your son.

Jonathan: No.

Phelan: I'll be in touch. Of course if you don't agree, I will tell the world what I know. Best case, Clark's under a microscope, worst case, he's a freak in a jar. Either way, his normal life is over.

Jonathan: Don't push me!

Phelan: Whoa! Easy there, Mr. Kent. We were just talking. You know, if I were you, I'd learn to keep that temper in check. That could get you in a lot of trouble.

Chloe: Hey, Clark. You okay?

Clark: Fine. Just doing a little research.

Chloe: Have you heard anything about Lana's meeting with Kwan?

Clark: Chloe, I'm sure it'll work out.

Lana: Hey.

Clark: So how'd it go?

Lana: Well, it's interesting.

Chloe: Bottom-line it. When can we send out the next issue?

Lana: Day after tomorrow.

Chloe: Cool.

Lana: Except, uh... um, Kwan made me the new editor.

Chloe: Okay uh - rewind. I need you to say that last part again.

Lana: After I made my case, Kwan said if I had that much passion, I should be in charge.

Chloe: I don't believe this!

Lana: Chloe, it's the only way he'd reopen the paper.

Chloe: So what, cheerleading's not enough? Maybe the editor of the school newspaper looks better on a college application.

Lana: That isn't it. I just figured you could ghostwrite until we got you reinstated.

Chloe: Okay, so then I would work for you?

Lana: The paper would still be yours.

Clark: Wait, wait. Chloe, think about it. It's not a bad idea.

Chloe: It figures you'd side with her.

Clark: I'm not taking anyone's side.

Chloe: Yeah right, Clark. You're completely objective in all things Lana.

Clark: I've gotta go.

Chloe: No, please, Clark stay! Take my desk!

Lana: Chloe, this isn't what you think.

Chloe: You know what the weirdest part is? For a millisecond I almost thought you were my friend.

Phelan: Get in, kid.

Clark: What do you want, Phelan?

Phelan: Well, your father came to see me. He seemed like a really good man, always putting his family first. Now if I were you, I'd start thinking like him.

Victoria: I see you've had a chance to read my father's proposal.

Lex: I didn't have to.

Victoria: Oh, so you've added mind reading to your many abilities.

Lex: I know why you're here, Victoria. Sir Harry wants to take over LuthorCorp and he needs my shares to do it. Your father didn't dream up this little plan, did he? Do you think if you take over LuthorCorp Daddy will finally give you the respect you deserve? He won't, Victoria.

Victoria: So what are you suggesting?

Lex: You came to play on my hatred of my father. Now I'm going to play on yours. Why take on company when you can take two?

Victoria: You know they'd probably kill us.

Lex: Probably. But that's what makes life interesting.

Clark: What are we doing here?

Phelan: You want to know the biggest obstacle to my job, Clark? It's not the perps, it's the bureaucracy. I mean, how am I supposed to fight crime with one hand tied behind my back?

Clark: I thought you said we were going after bad guys.

Phelan: Oh, we are. They're called Internal Affairs. In fact, the head of the IA division lives right up there on the fifth floor.

Clark: I'm not gonna hurt anybody!

Phelan: Relax. You're just gonna help me retrieve some files. You see, these IA types, they have a real trust problem. It turns out the deputy chief keeps all of his most sensitive case files at home. The man's got a safe. So you find it, you open it, and you bring me whatever's inside. You do this one thing for me, and I'll never trouble you again.

Clark: I know what you're about, Phelan. Lex Luthor told me.

Phelan: Well, your friend Lex isn't exactly on the side of the angels. He's got his secrets just like you. It's apartment 517.

Clark: Hey, Phelan! Want your file? It's all yours.

Phelan: Did you call them? You're making a big mistake...

Clark: Morning, guys.

Martha: What time did you get in last night? I didn't hear you.

Clark: Uh... late. I was helping Lana at the Torch. I sort of lost track of time.

Jonathan: Clark, has um... has Phelan tried to contact you?

Clark: Dad, don't worry. I think he's out of our lives forever.

Jonathan: Ethan, Bob, what's going on?

Ethan: We got a warrant. It's a warrant to search your property, Jonathan.

Jonathan: A warrant? Come on in. What for?

Ethan: We got a tip from the Metropolis P.D.

Cop #3: You better come and take a look at this.

Ethan: Looks like he was shot in the heart. You want to explain to me what a dead body's doing in your barn, Jonathan?

Jonathan: I have no idea. I've never seen that man before.

Cop #3: Ethan, we found this hidden under the seat in the truck.

Jonathan: That is not my gun, and I have no idea how it got in my truck.

Ethan: I'm sorry, Jonathan, but we're gonna have to place you under arrest.

Clark: Dad...

Jonathan: It's all right. Call Bill Ross and have him meet me at the jail.

Clark: You're not taking him!

Jonathan: Clark. Clark! I need you to stay here and I need you to be strong.

Martha: I'll follow in the car.

Phelan: That's what you get for trying to be a hero, Clark. You're a pretty smart boy, but you forget. I've been doing this a long time.

Clark: Who's that man?

Phelan: Did you really think you could double cross me? Clark, my job is about scenarios. You never enter a crack house with one plan, you go in with ten! That's how you survive! The truth is, kid, you didn't leave me a lot of options!

Clark: I want my dad out of jail.

Phelan: You complicate my life, I'm gonna complicate yours!

Clark: Call them now and tell them what you did!

Phelan: What is it, Clark? You wanna kill me? You think that's the answer to your problems?

Clark: I want him out!

Phelan: Then we both want something. Only you have a lot more to lose. I don't want anymore surprises. I'm gonna let you think about last night. Stay close, I'll be in touch.

Lana: Clark, what are you doing here?

Clark: Hiding out.

Lana: I heard about your dad. I know it isn't true.

Clark: Thanks. How are you doing?

Lana: To be honest, I'm in way over my head. All I wanted to do is help Chloe out and now I feel like I've completely screwed up everything. I guess that's what you get when you try to be a hero.

Clark: I know the feeling. Do you ever think your aunt's life would be simpler if she hadn't adopted you?

Lana: Clark, what's going on?

Clark: It just seems like all I ever do is complicate my parents' lives.

Lana: You can't blame yourself for what's happening with your dad. Every family goes through rough times. When I was ten, I tried to run away to Metropolis. Nell found me at the bus stop. It was freezing. As she was driving me home, I asked her if she regretted adopting me. She stopped the car. I remember because it started snowing. She looked me in the eye and she said it was the best thing she had ever done. She didn't love me any less because I was adopted. She worried about me more.

Clark: I've gotta go.

Lana: Don't worry, Clark. It'll all work out.

Jonathan: Hi, son. Where's your mother?

Clark: The police are questioning her. I lied to you.

Jonathan: What do you mean?

Clark: I did see Phelan again.

Jonathan: When?

Clark: Last night. I went with him to Metropolis broke into an apartment, found a safe with confidential files.

Jonathan: Oh, Clark.

Clark: I didn't have a choice.

Jonathan: Well, I'm sure that's what he wanted you to think, but you always have a choice, son.

Clark: I was protecting you and mom.

Jonathan: You cannot protect your mother and I by lying to us. Come on!

Clark: Dad, there's more. Phelan came back after you were arrested. I got so angry that I grabbed him. And for a second, I wanted to... I wanted to kill him.

Jonathan: But you didn't, right?

Clark: Yeah, but I was close.

Jonathan: Believe me, son, I know all there is to know about losing your temper. But you can't afford to do it. This is Phelan's game, and he will play your fear and your anger but you cannot let him get to you.

Clark: I don't care. I won't let anybody hurt you and mom.

Jonathan: And he knows that. But once you cross that line, there's no going back.

Lex: Clark. I just heard about your dad. Is he all right?

Clark: He's hanging in there.

Lex: It's Phelan, isn't it? What's he got on you, Clark?

Clark: Just stay out of it, all right? Please.

Lex: Listen to me. You may think you know how a guy like Phelan works, but you'd be wrong.

Clark: Sounds like you're an expert.

Lex: I understand his world.

Clark: Yeah, he told me you have secrets.

Lex: There are parts of my life I'm not proud of, Clark. But I don't want to see you or your family hurt. Now let me help.

Clark: You can't Lex. I gotta handle this on my own.

Phelan: You busy, Clark?

Clark: What do you want from me?

Phelan: That's complicated. After last night, I've got Internal Affairs asking me more questions than I want to answer.

Clark: It's your problem.

Phelan: No, it's our problem. But our next bit of business is gonna be our last.

Clark: Look, I don't care. You can tell the whole world about me.

Phelan: Clark, you may not care about yourself, but think about your parents. Now, your father's in jail on a murder charge, and whether he beats it or not, he's gonna lose this farm just paying legal fees. I can still make all that go away. So what's it gonna be?

Clark: What are we doing here?

Phelan: Since I couldn't pick up my Internal Affairs records, I figured it was time to pick up my retirement package.

Clark: The breastplate. You want me to steal it for you.

Phelan: I don't give a damn about the breastplate. I just want the ten million dollars worth of jewels that are on it. Come on.

Clark: So we just gonna bust in?

Phelan: Not quite. See, Metropolis P.D. keeps blueprints on all high-security buildings in the city, so I know this place better than the architect. The security system all runs through this junction box. Open it up.

Clark: Is it alarmed?

Phelan: They only alarm things they think somebody could get through. Clark, I'm getting pretty bored with this. You want your old life back, you do it. Clark bends back the metal of the box.

Clark: Cameras are one thing. What about the guards?

Phelan: They're about to get real busy. Yeah, Metropolis Museum? You have two minutes to leave the building. There's a bomb outside.

Phelan: The cameras are all dead in Luthor Hall.

Phelan: Kid, show me the magic. Clark bends the bars apart and punches through the glass.

Phelan: We are gonna make a great team.

Clark: We'll never be a team. You might be able to explain the safe, but your fingerprints are all over that breastplate.

Phelan: You might be strong, but you're not bulletproof! What are you?!

Guard: Get down!

Lex: Phelan, where's Clark? I know he came with you. Just tell me what you had on him.

Phelan: G-go to hell, Luthor.

Jonathan: All the charges have been dropped with profuse apologies from the state and Metropolis Police Department.

Martha: Then it's finally over.

Jonathan: This time. Unfortunately there's more than one Phelan out there in the world.

Clark: What do we do next time?

Jonathan: I don't know, son. We're just gonna have to deal with it when the time comes.

Clark: Maybe I should stop using my gifts. That would solve all our problems.

Martha: No it wouldn't, Clark. Your gifts are who you are. You can't live in fear.

Jonathan: Although a little caution wouldn't hurt.

Martha: Clark, are you sure nobody saw you last night?

Clark: I'm positive, Mom.

Kwan: Miss Lang! What's this?

Lana: It's a news story.

Kwan: It's unacceptable.

Lana: Why? It covers all of your criteria. It deals with a student, a school-sponsored club, and there are no mutants in sight.

Kwan: Did you do this because you thought I'd reinstate Miss Sullivan?

Lana: I did this because it's the right thing to do. Chloe was born for this job.

Kwan: Although I do admire her passion, her reporting lacks accuracy.

Chloe: I can work on that.

Kwan: If you want your job back, Miss Sullivan, don't print what you can't prove. Do we have a deal?

Chloe: Yeah. Thank you, Principal Kwan.

Kwan: Don't thank me. Thank Miss Lang.

Lana: Congratulations. You deserve it.

Chloe: Thanks. Uh... you know. Lana, I'm sorry I flipped out on you the other day. I just... you know, the paper's kind of my identity and it's like the only thing that Clark and I do together and when I saw you here--

Lana: You thought I was trying to cut Clark out of your life?

Chloe: Nobody ever said I was rational.

Lana: I want to be friends with you, Chloe. But I don't want to stand between you and Clark.

Chloe: Oh no. Don't worry. There's nothing between us. We're just good friends. How about you?

Lana: Same thing. We're just friends.

Chloe: Good. I'm glad we got that out of the way. Now, let's see what you've messed up since I've been gone.

Victoria: Lex, are you gonna come to bed?

Lex: In a minute.

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