Lucas: I see your two thousand...and raise you....fifteen hundred.
Man: Very lucky tonight. Who are you working with?
Lucas: Sorry, Dirk.
Lex: Come on!
Lucas: Who the hell are you?
Lex: Lucas...I'm your brother. Come on!
Clark: Wow, sure is peaceful in here this early in the morning.
Lana: I've never took you to be a coffee junkie, but I have the first
pot brewing if you want to wait a sec. Anything else I can get you?
Clark: Just a job.
Lana: I....here?
Clark: Well, if I'm gonna work, why not do it where all of my friends
are hanging out?
Lana: Don't... Take this the wrong way, but you don't have the best
track record when it comes to keeping appointments. But talk to Hank...I
hear they're hiring over at the hardware store.
Clark: Ouch.
Lana: Oh, guess that was kind of harsh.
Lionel: No.. No... No... It's a very important vote tomorrow. I'm not
moving the date to accommodate Dopkins's fetish for antique clocks. I
want him back from Prague now, Steven. Do you understand me?
Lex: Hello, Dad.
Lionel: Lex. To what do I owe the pleasure of this unexpected visit?
Lex: I thought you might be interested in meeting your youngest heir.
Lucas, this is your father.
Lucas: Mr. Luthor.
Lionel: Lucas... Lucas....son...
Lucas: At least, uh, biologically speaking, right? I see we, uh, both
share a passion for Asian weaponry. Huh. By the placement of the dragon,
it was to be worn on the right hip. A rare left-handed sword. But it's a
fake.
Lionel: That's a very keen observation.
Lex: Especially from someone you told me was dead. Imagine my surprise
to learn that Lucas was alive and well, living in Edge City. Come on,
Dad. You knew he was alive.
Lionel: Lucas. Tell my secretary to take you down to the executive
dining room. We'll join you shortly. My, uh, chef will fix you anything
your heart desires.
Lucas: Don't, uh...don't talk about me behind my back.
Lex: So the prodigal son returns.
Lionel: But, uh, unlike his envious brother in the gospel, it looks like
you have welcomed Lucas with open arms. What do you expect to get out of
it, Lex?
Lex: Just a new brother.
Lionel: One who's just turned 18, if I remember it correctly, and is now
entitled to claim his inheritance.
Lex: It was generous of you to set up your living trust so any heirs
would automatically get 10% of your LuthorCorp shares.
Lionel: It's the vital 10% you need to vote me out of power. Ha ha ha
ha! Is that why half my board has suddenly found a myriad of excuses for
not taking my calls? Oh my word, you're staging a coup. Careful, Lex.
There are parables of many kinds to be found in the good book. Selma,
get me my next call please.
Pete: Working at the Talon--could you be any more obvious?
Clark: What happened to the Pete Ross rule of proximity? If you wanna
get in the game, you've gotta get on the court.
Pete: Clark, Lana would be your boss. She's going to take out all of her
pent up frustrations of all the times you've ever let her down. You're
not going to be in the game. You're going to be in the locker room
cleaning the toilets.
Clark: I'm probably not going to get the job anyway.
Lex: Guys, I want you to meet somebody. This is Lucas, my brother.
Lucas: What's up guys?
Pete: Hey Lucas, you want to shoot some hoops?
Lucas: Yeah, sure.
Pete: Ah-haa... Here ya go!
Lex: I didn't mean to drop a bombshell on you.
Clark: I thought he was supposed to be, well...uh, dead.
Lex: Ah, just buried by my father. I've been looking for him for several
months.
Clark: Why didn't you say something?
Lex: Well, because I wasn't sure what I was going to find. I've got to
straighten something out with the bank. Lucas, we have to get going.
Clark: He, uh, you can hang out here if you want.
Clark: Give me a chance to get to know him a little bit.
Lucas: Uh, yeah, sure. Absolutely.
Lex: I'll be back in an hour.
Clark: Here ya go, Pete.
Lucas: So, uh, you and Lex seem close.
Pete: What, are you kidding? They're like brothers.
Clark: So, Lucas... Where did you grow up?
Lucas: All over.
Pete: Must be kind of weird not knowing your mom or your dad.
Lucas: No, not really. Parents always try to make you little versions of
them selves. When you grow up without those constraints, you're allowed
to become your own person.
Clark: It's an interesting theory. I don't think I buy it, though.
Lucas: All right. Let's, uh, let's take you and Lex, for example. If he
were raised by your parents and you were raised by Lionel, you wouldn't
grow up to be different people?
Clark: Well, I...
Lucas: Trust me, you'd be rich and miserable, and he'd be wearing
flannel. But if you were left totally alone, abandoned by your parents,
how do you think you'd turn out?
Clark: I'm not sure.
Lucas: It's when you find out what you're really made of. Are we going
to stand around and chit-chat all day, or are we going to play some
ball? Clark, let's see what you got.
Clark: Check it up.
Pete: Be cool, man. Hey, rocket man, we don't want anybody to get hurt.
Clark: All right.
Lucas: Aah! Sorry, man. No hard feelings right? It's just a game.
Clark: Right.
Lucas: Felt like you had a steel plate in there or something. Any chance
I could get a ride back to the mansion?
Pete: Yeah, I'll give you a lift.
Chloe: Hello, Lana.
Lana: Hey, uh, almond mocha with extra whip?
Chloe: Yeah, and can you add an extra jolt of caffeine please? I'm in my
post-lunch, pre-deadline coma.
Lana: Uh-huh
Chloe: Thank you.
Lana: Katrina, could you get me an almond latte please, with extra whip?
Thank you.
Chloe: Clark Kent applied for part time?
Lana: Yeah.
Chloe: And he didn't put me as a reference? What's up with that?
Lana: It doesn't matter. I'm not going to hire him anyway.
Chloe: Why not?
Lana: Well, you work with him at the Torch. Isn't it strange,
supervising your friend?
Chloe: Are you kidding? Bossing around Clark is the highlight of my day!
Besides, he always comes through, even if it is in his own special Clark
time.
Lana: Yeah, that's kind of what I'm worried about.
Chloe: Lana, you and I both know that Clark can do this job. What's the
real reason you don't want him here?
Lana: I.....
Chloe: Yeah, that's what I thought.
Lex: I just spent the last two hours at the bank.
Lex: Any idea why my accounts would be frozen?
Lionel: You know Lex, I'm tired of your constant attempts at mutiny.
Lex: Yeah, well, you didn't leave me too many options. It was either
that or the plank.
Lionel: It wasn't wise of you, son, to wager all your assets as
collateral against LexCorp when you took out your loan. You see, now
that your company is a LuthorCorp property, everything you own belongs
to me. I want you out of the mansion.
Lex swallows hard and stares at Lionel in disbelief.
Lex: Come on, Dad. Isn't this a little futile? Lucas and I will be back
home after we vote you out.
Lucas: Don't be so sure about that, Lex.
Lionel: Lucas and I had a very interesting father and son chat. Long
overdue. It may be hard for you to imagine, Lex, but some sons don't
ever question their allegiance to family.
Lex: You are being incredibly naive if you think you can trust him.
Lucas: Something you pick up at the tables, Lex. You size up your
options. You never know when you might have to change your strategy
mid-hand.
Lionel: Well, Lex, looks like you loose.
Clark: I'll get it. Hey, Lex.
Lex: Clark, I'm sorry to bother you.
Clark: No problem. Is everything all right?
Lex: No, it's not.
Martha: Lex, what is it?
Lex: According to my father, I'm uh, no longer a Luthor. He's left me
with nothing, not even a place to live. So, I, uh, was wondering....
Lex: If, uh....I could stay with you for a while?
Martha: You're up early... Even for you.
Jonathan: Ah, I couldn't sleep.
Martha: Would that have anything to do with our new houseguest?
Jonathan: Hmm. Can you blame me?
Martha: We can't turn our backs on Lex now.
Jonathan: Oh, believe me, I have no intention of turning my back on Lex.
Clark: Morning.
Martha: Good morning.
Clark: Anyone seen Lex?
Jonathan: Yeah, he's out in the barn. Well, he got up at the crack of
dawn, and insisted on doing some chores to earn his keep while he's
here.
Clark: Oh, you've got him mucking out the stalls already, huh?
Jonathan: Ha ha. Yes.
Clark: You're enjoying this, aren't you?
Jonathan: Yeah. Hey, son.... All kidding aside, I don't want you to
forget that he did investigate you for a year. And remember what's in
the storm cellar.
Clark: Dad, I trust Lex.
Jonathan: Clark, I don't want him left alone on this farm.
Clark: Well, I was going to give you some tips, but it looks like you
have everything under control.
Lex: My family had a ranch in Montana. I used to go there in the summers
with my mom.
Clark: Sounds like fun.
Lex: We would work right alongside the ranch hands. Everyone did their
fair share. It was the only time I felt, uh, normal.
Clark: Did you ever go back?
Lex: After my mother died, my father sold the property. I guess you
could say he was never a, uh, man of the people.
Clark: Let me give you a hand with that.
Lex: Thanks Clark, but I'd like to prove to your father once and for all
that some Luthors pull their own weight.
Lionel: Lucas? We've got to talk.
Lucas: Sure Dad, what's up?
Lionel: What's "up" is that you have yet to sign over your shares to me
as we'd agreed. Please, turn that off.
Lionel: Lucas, please turn that off. Now!
Lucas: Let's see....what's wrong with this picture? Hmm. I trick Lex, I
play along with your little game, and you offer me, what, 10 million
dollars to walk away?
Lionel: I'd say it's a little more lucrative than your card scams.
Lucas: Hmm. Well, Dad, the deal sounded really good at the time but that
is until I realized what a Luthor goes for these days. You see, I went
through the LuthorCorp financials, and it turns out I'm worth five times
what you're offering me, and that only takes into account what you
report to Uncle Sam.
Lionel: Don't be getting delusions of grandeur, my boy.
Lucas: Tell me something, Dad.
Lionel: What?
Lucas: Why didn't you try and find me before I was 12?
Lionel: Because you're mother lied to me. She told me you died as a
baby.
Lucas: But I'm still not worth your time.
Lionel: I took care of you the best way I knew how, Lucas.
Lucas: Huh. At arm's length, with a checkbook.
Lionel: There were scenarios.... Lucas, now it's your turn to live up to
our agreement. Please. Just sign. Please, son.
Lucas: Okay. Okay, Dad. You might want to, uh, have your lawyers look
over that.
Lionel: No, I trust that everything is in order.
Lucas: Dad.
Lionel: Lucas? AAHHH! What the hell are you doing! You could have killed
me!
Lucas: We both know you saw that ball coming.
Lionel: You're way out of line, son.
Lucas: When a blind man pours a drink, he holds his finger on the inside
of the rim so he can feel when the glass is full. You didn't do that.
And just now, you couldn't hide your reaction to my lack of signature.
Lionel: What do you want, Lucas?
Lucas: Lex is the past. I am the future.
Clark: Lana. I got your message. What's up?
Lana: Oh, I just wanted to let you know that I filled that position.
Clark: Great. You didn't have to consult me about it.
Lana: Uh, yeah I did. Congratulations, Clark. You got the job.
Clark: Really? What made you change your mind?
Lana: A glowing recommendation from the editor of the Torch. So the
job's yours if you still want it.
Clark: Of course. Are you sure about this?
Lana: No. But I remember Lex believed in me when I wanted to start this
place. We all need someone to take a chance on us. So, when can you
start?
Lucas: Don't you think you should check with the boss first?
Clark: Lana, this is Lucas. Lex's brother.
Lana: Uh, Lex never mentioned he had a brother.
Lucas: Well, I wasn't exactly on his Christmas card list. Uh, I like the
whole Egyptian/Assyrian vibe. It's clear you've put a lot of time and
effort into this place.
Lana: Uh, yeah, yeah, so did Lex.
Lucas: Well, Lex is, uh, he's not exactly in the picture anymore.
Clark: Lionel threw Lex out of the mansion.
Lucas: How's he doing down on the farm, Clark?
Clark: He's doing great. He's a survivor.
Lucas: Well, I hope that he can survive on nothing, because anything
that was his is now mine, including this place.
Lana: You should know that Lex wasn't my boss. He was my partner.
Lucas: Oh, even better.
Clark: Ahem.
Chloe: Hey. I didn't know the Talon delivered.
Clark: I decided to make an exception.
Chloe: I assume you got the job, then.
Clark: Apparently, the editor of the Torch put me over the top.
Chloe: So how does it feel to be a minimum wage earner?
Clark: Great. But there seems to be some personnel changes over at the
Talon.
Chloe: Are you talking about Lucas Luthor?
Clark: Yeah, how'd you know?
Chloe: Are you kidding? The prodigal Luthor son returns, and to top it
all off, the new heir has taken over the castle. I mean, that's the
story that could land you a byline on the front page of the Daily
Planet.
Clark: I just--I don't trust Lucas. I think he's hiding something.
Chloe: Come on Clark, cut the guy a break. He's had a really tough life.
He bounced from foster home to foster home. I mean, he never got
adopted.
Clark: Well, when you were looking at his past, you didn't find anything
weird at all.
Chloe: Um, just the source.
Lex: Metropolis United Charities.
Clark: Chloe said Lucas's file didn't even exist two weeks ago.
Suddenly, there it is.
Lex: Like somebody wanted him to be found. Of course, the detectives I
hired failed to mention where they got their information
Clark: Do you think your father knew about Lucas all along?
Lex: Do you even have to ask? Lucas was in on this from the beginning.
Clark: If your father was hiding Lucas why would he suddenly let you
find him?
Lex: Because ever since he took LexCorp, he knows I've been looking for
an opportunity to get back at him. He co-opted Lucas before I could.
While I've been playing checkers, my father's been playing chess.
Lex: Wow. Hey, I love what you've done with the place. Is this newest
scam, huh--corporate titan in training?
Lucas: Unlike you, Lex, I don't live in my father's shadow. My
training's over. What can I do for you.
Lex: Feeling pretty good about yourself right now, aren't you? I got to
admit, you and my father played me brilliantly. Just out of idle
curiosity, when did he contact you?
Lucas: Three weeks ago. He told me who he was, said you were looking for
me. Wanted to use me for some corporate raid. Let's face it Lex. I'm the
son he wants.
Lex: Careful Lucas. You're showing your hand. Come on. What is it you're
really after, huh? His affection? You really believe if you stick
around, he's going to love you? Trust me. You don't know him at all.
Lucas: Get out, Lex. You lost.
Lex: I found you because he wanted me to. High school kids can track you
down.
Lucas: You mean your friend Clark Kent?
Lex: I bet a lot of people are out looking for you. Like your friends
from Edge City.
Lucas: Oh, wow, Lex, is that a threat?
Lex: You know, Lucas, the Luthor gene pool is a shark tank, and our
father's just chummed the waters. Good luck.
Waitress: There you go.
Lana: Thank you.
Lucas: Where's Clark?
Lana: Good question.
Clark: Lana, sorry I'm late.
Lana: Yeah, don't worry about it. You can make it up by taking these
lattes to table three.
Lucas: Huh. I want you to fire him.
Clark: Fire me? For what?
Lucas: You were half an hour late to work. What were you doing, helping
Lex dig up more dirt about me?
Lana: Lucas, I am not going to fire Clark.
Lucas: Okay. Then I'll fire you too.
Lana: Check our partnership agreement. You can't do that. Lex made sure
of it.
Lucas: Lex is history, and so is this place. You can count on it.
Clark: Lucas wait, you can't do this!
Lucas: Get it through your head, Clark! I'm a Luthor, I can do anything
I want!
Clark: If you want me to quit, I will! Just leave Lana alone!
Lucas: Too late.
Clark: Are you Okay?
Lucas: Dad.
Lionel: Lucas. I heard about last night. Well, you wouldn't be a Luthor
if somebody wasn't trying to kill you. Hahaha. It didn't hurt that Clark
Kent was there.
Lucas: I don't how he reacted so quickly.
Lionel: Well, Clark is a very special young man. Did you recognize the
shooter?
Lucas: His name is Dirk. I did some business with him back in Edge City.
Lionel: Interesting euphemism.
Lucas: You don't, uh, sound too surprised Dad.
Lionel: Well, where do you think you are--Walton Mountain? Come on
Lucas, think a minute. You walk in here, you take everything that
belongs to Lex. You think he's just going to give up without a fight?
Lucas: You know, it's funny, because Lex said you wanted me out of the
picture.
Lionel: Of course he did. But you're my son.
Lucas: Why should I believe you, Dad? Hmm?
Lionel: Lucas, look--
Lucas: You wanted me out of your life. You even tried to buy me off. Why
the sudden change of heart?
Lionel: It was a test. You just stood up to me. You turned the tables,
showed me your strength. That's what it takes to win. Lex doesn't have
that. Why do you think he's afraid of you? Lucas just nods slightly in
understanding.
Chloe: Hey, Clark.
Clark: Chloe. What did you find out?
Chloe: So they caught Lucas's shooter outside Metropolis. His name is
Dirk Lee. They tracked him down with the license plate number that you
gave them.
Clark: Did he tell the police who tipped him off?
Chloe: Not exactly. Somewhere between the booking and the holding cell,
Dirk mysteriously keeled over and died.
Clark: Someone didn't want him to talk.
Chloe: Yeah, someone who had enough power to kill him in the middle of a
police station. Know of anyone that comes to mind?
Clark: You've got to cover for me, okay?
Chloe: No. No, Clark. I drink coffee. I do not serve it! Clark!
Lex: Mr. Kent. I just wanted to say thank you for everything you and
your family have done for me.
Jonathan: You going somewhere, Lex?
Lex: Well, I need to talk to my brother, and you know what they say
about fish and houseguests after three days.
Jonathan: You're welcome back anytime.
Lex: That's nice of you to say.
Jonathan: Look, I gave you every single crappy farm job I could think
of. But you did 'em all. You didn't complain. Not once.
Jonathan: You would have made one hell of a farmer. Sure.
Lex: Lucas. What are you doing?
Lucas: Finishing what you started.
Lionel: Who is that?
Clark: It's Clark Kent.
Lionel: Clark. Oh, Clark. I'm sorry. I meant to call and thank you for
saving Lucas. Your, uh, rescues are becoming a bit of a Luthor family
tradition.
Clark: I understand they caught the shooter in Metropolis.
Lionel: Yes, I heard that.
Clark: So I can assume you've also heard that he died while in police
custody?
Lionel: Oh. That's unfortunate. But, um, it happens.
Clark: Just awfully convenient, isn't it? Kind of like how Lex was able
to track down Lucas.
Lionel: Ha.Ha. I think you've inherited your father's paranoia.
Clark: We're not talking about my family, Mr. Luthor. We're talking
about yours.
Lionel's cell phone begins to ring, and he reaches in his pocket for it.
Lionel: Good night, Clark. Send my regards to your mother? Yeah. What?
Lucas, where are you? All right, all right. I'll take the, uh, chopper.
I'll be there in half an hour.
Lionel: My office. Don't do anything rash. You understand me?
Lionel: Lucas?
Lucas: Glad you could make it.
Lionel: What the hell are you doing?
Lex: Come on, Dad, this is exactly what you wanted. Pitted us against
each other, and we played into your Cain and Abel fantasy just like you
knew we would.
Lionel: Put the gun down, Lucas. Put it down.
Lex: How do you know he's got a gun? You twisted son of a bitch!
Lionel: Boys, calm down. Calm--
Lucas: You're the one who told me I needed to finish what I started.
Well, as long as Lex is around, I'll always have to fight for my place
in this family.
Lionel: Lucas, you are not going to shoot your brother.
Lucas: You're right. You are.
Lionel: What do you expect to achieve, Lucas? Tell me.
Lex: Isn't it obvious, Dad? Once we're both out of the picture, young
Lucas here inherits everything.
Lucas: Pull the trigger.
Lionel: Think, Lucas, just think....
Lex: Lucas. Think this through. I'm not your enemy, Lucas.
Lex: I'm not the one who deliberately kept you in the foster care
system.
Lionel: You're not helping things, Lex.
Lex: Did you ever wonder why you were never adopted... If you were in
trouble how you always got bailed out at the last minute? Don't tell me
you thought you were just lucky? We're a social experiment. One son gets
everything, the other gets nothing.
Lionel: That's ludicrous. I would never do that.
Lex: Yeah you would. Just like you tipped off the shooter? Your friend
Dirk was on our father's payroll. Edge City was a setup.
Lucas: Shut up. You wanted to use me too.
Lex: Yes, I did, and for that I am truly sorry. But trust me, trying to
gain his love and respect is not worth it.
Lucas: Is it true? Is that what you did to me?
Lionel: We've got a lot to talk about, son.
Lucas: After you kill Lex. For once, I want the blood to be on your
hands.
Lucas: Time's up, Dad.
Lionel: No... I can't do it.
Lucas: That's just too bad.
Lionel: Lucas, please, don't. I will not kill my son. You psychotic
little bastard!
Lucas: It must be in the genes.
Lionel: It's blanks.
Lucas: This one too.
Lex: Checkmate.
Lex: Come on, Lucas.
Customers: Goodnight. Thank you.
Clark: Lana, I realize you're locking up, but I just need to explain--
Lana: It's not necessary. I understand.
Clark: You're not mad.
Lana: Somehow, when you let people down, you make it really hard for
them to be mad at you.
Clark: Lana, I just--
Lana: Clark, it just isn't-- So I guess that's it.
Clark: Yeah. Shortest career in the history of the coffee house
business.
Lana: Second shortest. Don't forget my one-day at the Beanery.
Clark: Hope this doesn't change things between us.
Lana: I don't see how things are ever going to change between us, Clark.
Lex: That can stay.
Men: Uh, yes sir.
Lionel: Lex?
Lionel: Glad to see that you're making yourself at home again, son.
Lex: I read your fascination piece of fiction in the Daily Planet.
Lionel: People love to read about triumph over adversity.
Lex: And your stock jumped five points.
Lionel: Ha ha ha ha!
Lex: How long have you been able to see?
Lionel: A few weeks.
Lex: Playing the handicapped card is low, even for you.
Lionel: But, uh, I was able to see more clearly than ever. It's amazing
what people try and get away with right in front of your eyes when they
think you can't see.
Lex: I can only imagine.
Lionel: All right, Lex. How are we going to repair this...rift between
us? Hmm?
Lex: You mean, how are you going to keep the whole Lucas affair quiet?
Lionel: I was, uh, thinking of giving you LexCorp back. Majority stake,
no strings attached.
Lex: Except for my silence.
Lionel: Well, I've always believed that family business should be kept
within the family.
Lex: And Lucas is under my protection now.
Lionel: You remember the fable of the frog and the scorpion, Lex?
Lex: Yeah, Dad. The, uh, frog helped the scorpion cross the river. The
scorpion repaid his kindness by stinging the frog.
Lionel: "Why did you do it?" asked the dying frog asked him. And the
scorpion replied, "Because it is my nature." Believe me Lex, your
brother will never change. I've watched him over the years. The boy's a
sociopath.
Lex: And I wonder which side of the family tree he got that from.
Goodnight, Dad. I'll be sure to give Lucas your love.
Clark: My mom told me you were going to come back and get the rest of
your stuff.
Lex: Surprisingly, my dad's had a change of heart.
Clark: I'm sorry that Lucas didn't turn out to be the brother you
wanted.
Lex: Considering his father, I'm surprised he's still alive at all.
Clark: Where is Lucas now?
Lex: Safe. But I'm going to have some work to do to regain his trust.
Clark: You will. You're not your father.
Lex: Sometimes, Clark, we're all held hostage by the will of our
fathers. The only difference is, your dad is a good man. All my father
does is push people away. Your dad opened his home to me, no questions
asked.
Clark: As long as I live, I don't think I'm ever going to understand
your family.
Lex: Neither will I. Just remember, my father may try and rule the
world, but yours will inherit the earth.
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