Martha: Clark. I thought you went to the hardware store with your
father.
Clark: Yeah, we were on our way. Then Dad remembered he had the part he
needed in the barn so... What are you doing down here, anyway?
Martha: I-I came down to get some, uh, peaches for dessert. I'll be
right up.
Clark: Okay.
Jonathan: Well, that ought to do it.
Martha: That was fast.
Clark: I offered Dad a bit of spot welding, but he said it'd only slow
him down.
Jonathan: Son, as hard as it is for you to believe, even your abilities
are no substitute for a three-quarter inch copper washer.
Martha: Well, it sounds like the two of you deserve a nice cold glass of
lemonade.
Clark: Mom, you all right?
Jonathan: Martha!
Clark: Dad, she's not breathing. Mom? Mom!
Jonathan: Martha?
Helen: The good news is we've managed to stabilize her and she's
breathing on her own.
Jonathan: I just don't understand. She was working outside all morning.
She seemed fine. How could something come over her so quickly?
Helen: My first guess is we're dealing with some sort of toxin. I'll
have a better idea after we finish her blood work.
Jonathan: All right. I'm gonna stay right here.
Helen: I'll have an orderly bring you some coffee.
Jonathan: Thank you.
Clark: She's going to be okay.
Jonathan: I know that son. I also know that she wouldn't want us both
out here standing guard.
Clark: I'm not leaving.
Jonathan: Clark, your mother had a whole list of things she needed to
get done for the fundraiser. You know how important the food bank is to
her.
Clark: All right. But as soon as I'm finished, I'm coming back to camp
out with you.
Jonathan nods and Clark leaves.
Lana: Clark, hey, I thought your mom was bringing over the prizes for
the raffle.
Clark: She was, but she came down with something this morning. My dad's
at the hospital with her.
Lana: Hospital? It sounds serious.
Pete: Do they have any idea what's wrong?
Clark: We're still waiting on some test results.
Chloe: Well, they have to know something. I mean, what were her
symptoms?
Clark: What is this, an interview?
Clark: She stopped breathing, okay?
Lana: You know, this whole event was your mom's idea. Maybe you should
just postpone until she's back on her feet.
Clark: No, I appreciate the thought, Lana, but she's going to be okay
and she'd be really
disappointed if we cancelled.
Chloe: Clark, I didn't mean to just--
Clark: It's okay, Chloe. I'm gonna get back to the hospital.
Helen: Mr. Kent?
Helen: I know we've already gone over this, but I'm going to ask you one
more time. Has Martha been exposed to any unusual substances over the
last few days?
Jonathan: No, no. Nothing she hasn't been around before. What is this
about?
Helen: I've been going over Martha's blood cultures and her symptoms
indicate an acute toxic reaction, but I can't identify the source.
Jonathan: But you can-- you can do something for her, right?
Helen: I've sent her blood samples to Metropolis for further testing.
But I have to be honest with you, I'm concerned. For both Martha and the
health of her baby.
Jonathan: Baby?
Helen: You didn't know?
Jonathan: There must be some... kind of a mistake. The doctor said that
she could never have a baby.
Helen: I asked your GP to fax over Martha's medical records. There's no
mistake.
Lex: I saw Mr. Kent in the hall. He looked worried. Is everything all
right?
Helen: We're doing everything we can.
Lex: Johns Hopkins. Good school.
Helen: Go ahead. Read it.
Lex: They're offering you a 3-year research fellowship. I'm impressed.
Helen: It's an opportunity to do pure research at one of the best
hospitals in the country.
Lex: As opposed to the rural pleasures of Smallville Medical?
Helen: Lex, I like my work here, but research has always been my first
love. So... What do you think?
Lex: Trust me. There's nothing worse than a missed opportunity.
Neil: Dr. Bryce? I'm Dr. Neil Moore. We're here about Martha Kent.
Lex: I'll let you get back to work.
Lex leaves the office.
Clark: A baby?
Jonathan: Yeah, yeah she didn't tell me anything about it.
Clark: Why would she keep it a secret?
Jonathan: I don't know.
Helen: Mr. Kent. This is Dr. Moore with the Disease Control Agency.
Neil: Mr. Kent.
Jonathan: Dis-- I-I'm sorry, but what does that have to do with my wife?
Helen: The disease control agency gets called in whenever it's a matter
of public safety. The Metropolis labs sent them Martha's blood work.
Neil: I don't mean to alarm you, Mr. Kent, but your wife's condition is
caused by some unknown toxin. We're here to find it and identify it.
Clark: Could someone else come down with this?
Neil: Frankly, son, we can't know that until we find the source. We need
to backtrack Mrs. Kent's movements over the last couple of days.
Jonathan: Yeah, um, she hasn't left the farm since the weekend. She's
been on the phone doing her fundraising.
Neil: Then that's where we need to start.
Jonathan: Start what?
Neil: Searching your property for the source of the poison. We have to
search the house, the outbuildings, anything Mrs. Kent might have come
in contact with.
Jonathan: Clark... the ship.
Clark: Pete, are you sure the ship will be safe in your shed?
Pete: Yeah, we'll put it between the old Betamax and my dad's Pong game.
Indiana Jones couldn't find it down there.
Clark: Yeah.
Pete: Clark! Clark, what are you doing?!
Clark: Pete! Pete, are you okay?
Pete: Yeah, I'm fine. What happened to you?
Clark: I'm not sure.
Pete: Come on, let's get out of here. Come on, let's get this thing back
on the road. Clark, come on, stop fooling around. I've seen you bench
press a tractor-trailer. Let's go.
Clark: I'm trying. I can't do this, Pete.
Pete: Clark, X-Files alert.
Clark: That's the DCA team.
Pete: We've got to get this thing back on the road.
Clark: Find anything yet?
Jonathan: No, not yet. Please tell me you got the ship out of there.
Clark: Yeah, it's at Pete's. It's safe. Dad, when I was driving, my
vision suddenly blurred. I lost control of the truck.
Jonathan: You and Pete are all right, aren't you?
Clark: Yeah. But for a moment, I lost all my strength.
Man: Dr. Moore.
Neil: Go ahead.
Man: I'm getting a hit in the storm cellar. I'm registering a positive
for organic particulate matter. Looks like someone was digging around
and kicked up some sort of irradiated spore.
Neil: Get a surface sample, 10 centimeters and 50 centimeters.
Neil: Mr. Kent, we found this in a tin buried inside your storm cellar.
Have you ever seen it before?
Jonathan: No.
Neil: Has Mrs. Kent been down in that cellar recently?
Jonathan: Not that I know of. We usually keep it locked.
Clark: Actually, Dad, she was down there this morning.
Neil: This is Moore. I want a cleanup team to sterilize every inch of
that storm cellar.
Clark: Dad, I don't get it. We've been searching for that key for
months. How'd it end up in the storm cellar?
Jonathan: When I went to fix the leak under the sink I noticed the flour
jar was there. Your mother must have moved it when we went to the
hardware store.
Clark: Why didn't she tell us she had it?
Jonathan: She must have her reasons, Clark. Right now I'm more concerned
about her health.
Clark: Me too. What do you think those spores are?
Jonathan: I don't know, but whatever they are, you were exposed to them
too. Maybe that's why you lost your strength.
Clark: No, Dad, I just had a glitch. I'm fine. You don't have to worry
about me. We need to think about Mom.
Jonathan: Sweetheart? How are you feeling?
Martha: I should have told you about the baby. I'm so sorry.
Jonathan: Why didn't you tell me?
Martha: I was worried if I said it out loud it would go away.
Jonathan: Martha, how is it even possible?
Martha: The day of the tornado, when Nixon opened Clark's ship,
something strange happened. There was a blinding light, and I felt a
surge of energy go through my body.
Jonathan: Are you saying you think the ship has the power to heal?
Martha: The ship made it possible for me to get pregnant.
Jonathan: However it happened, Martha, it's a miracle. Uh... they found
the key in the storm cellar. Why did you hide it from us?
Martha: I knew it was wrong, but... I was afraid if Clark opened the
ship and found out the truth about his origins, he... he would want to
leave us.
Jonathan: Martha, Martha, that's not going to happen.
Lana: Clark.
Clark: Hey, Lana.
Lana: I just wanted to make sure you were okay.
Clark: It's weird how random memories can just pop into your head, huh?
When I was in second grade, I was afraid to go to school because I
thought my mom would disappear while I was gone and never come back. I
wouldn't even get on the bus in the morning until she promised she'd be
there when I got home. Sure enough, every day, there she was when I
walked in the door.
Lana: Don't worry, Clark. In a few days, you'll walk through that door
and your mom will be there again. Clark? Are you okay? Clark.
Lana: Clark! Clark.
Helen: What happened?
Jonathan: Uh, Lana, would you-- would you excuse us, please?
Lana: Yeah.
Jonathan: Clark was exposed to the same toxin his mother was.
Helen: You should've called an ambulance. We need to inform the DCA
immediately.
Jonathan: I'm sorry, I can't let you do that.
Helen: Why the hell not?
Jonathan: Look, I need you to promise me that you won't tell anybody
about this, and I mean anybody.
Helen: Mr. Kent, I take my doctor/patient confidentiality very
seriously. But Clark needs proper care
Jonathan: Doctor, Clark isn't exactly what you'd call a normal boy.
Helen: I need to get a blood sample.
Jonathan: Listen, Dr. Bryce, you can't do that.
Helen: Is this some sort of religious thing?
Jonathan: No, I mean literally, you can't do that. You can't take that
sample to a lab.
Helen: Mr. Kent, I am trying to help your son, but I can't do that
unless you tell me what's going on.
Jonathan: You need to promise me that you will do the lab work on this
blood yourself. If you do the blood work yourself, I think you'll
understand why you can't tell anyone about Clark.
Helen: Oh, my God. Lex.
Lex: I came by to see how Mrs. Kent was doing. I saw the DCA. It must be
serious.
Helen: You know I'm not allowed to discuss my patients.
Lex: The Kents are like family to me, more than my own.
Helen: I know, and I would tell you everything if I could.
Lex: I understand. I just wish there was something I could do to help.
Helen: Unfortunately, modern medicine doesn't always have the answers.
Lex: I guess that's the attraction of a research fellowship. A chance to
help unlock the
mysteries of science.
Helen: I better get back to work.
Lex: Helen... Johns Hopkins will be lucky to have you.
Chloe: Hi, Mr. Kent, um, Lana told me what happened. Is Clark okay?
Jonathan: Uh, yeah, he's um, he's just resting on the-- on the couch.
I'll be sure and tell him you stopped by to say hello.
Chloe: Actually, I'm sorry. I must be more annoying than a door-to-door
salesman, but I was wondering if I could just sit with him for a while.
Jonathan: Uh, yeah, yes. Chloe, I'm sorry, yeah, uh, sure. Go on in.
I'll-- I'll wait upstairs.
Chloe: Okay, thanks. Hi, Clark. Well, this is gonna make quite a story.
"Clark Kent ends record-breaking perfect attendance streak." Sorry. I'm
doing it again. I just-- I've never seen you sick before, and it just
got me thinking, you know? What if something did happen to you? And I-I
never got to... So in yet another classic maneuver to avoid emotional
intimacy, I wrote my feelings down so that I could read them to you,
thereby eliminating embarrassing eye contact.
Chloe: "I want to let you in on a secret. I'm not who you think I am. In
fact, my disguise is so thin, I'm surprised you haven't seen right
through me. I'm the girl of your dreams masquerading as your best
friend. Sometimes I want to rip off this facade like I did at the Spring
Formal, but I can't because you'll get scared and you'll run away again.
So I decided that it's better to live with a lie than expose my true
feelings. "This is so much easier when you're unconscious. “My dad told
me there are two types of girls. The ones you grow out of and the ones
you grow into. I really hope I'm the latter. I may not be the one you
love today, but I'll let you go for now, hoping one day you'll fly back
to me because I think you're worth the wait." Clark?
Clark: Lana?
Clark: Dad.
Jonathan: Clark, you shouldn't be up.
Clark: Where are you going?
Jonathan: I'm going to Pete's to get the ship.
Clark: Now? How's Mom? Dad?
Jonathan: Clark, Helen says that your mother probably won't make it
through the night. And now you, too.
Clark: You-- you can't think about me. We gotta help Mom.
Jonathan: I'm not gonna lose my family, not without a fight. Now, if it
takes another miracle, I just have to go out and find one.
Clark: The ship. Do you think it can cure me and Mom?
Jonathan: I don't know, Clark. I'm just grasping at straws here. The
doctors can't help you, and your mother thinks the ship helped her get
pregnant. I don't know, maybe it's crazy.
Clark: The only way to get it to work is with that key.
Jonathan: I know that, son. I also know exactly where the DCA took
everything. I'm going there to get it right now.
Clark: I'll go with you.
Jonathan: No. I want you to stay right here. You're too sick. Go to bed,
son.
Guard: Hold it right there! On the ground now! Hands at your sides!
Jonathan: Clark!
Clark: Thought you could use a hand.
Jonathan: Come on. We gotta run, son! Come on!
Helen: Code blue, Room 117. Code blue.
Officer: Get out of the truck and put your hands up!
Martha: We'd like to find out the old-fashioned way.
Helen: Well, the important thing is that the baby's healthy. And so are
you. In medical terms it's nothing short of a miracle. Your family seems
to have a stockpile of them. I saw Clark's blood test and I saw Mrs.
Kent make an impossible recovery. If you know how that happened, you
should tell me.
Jonathan: Just like you said, Doc. It's a miracle.
Lex: Dr. Trenton, I appreciate you keeping me apprised of the situation.
Dr. Trenton: I shouldn't be doing this. If anyone finds out I'm giving
you a file on a patient, I could lose my job. Mrs. Kent was a very sick
woman. What's your interest in her?
Lex: She's a good friend of mine. That's all you need to know.
Lex: Hey.
Helen: Hey.
Lex: I ran into Clark in the hall. He said Martha's gonna be fine.
Congratulations, Doc.
Helen: I don't know how much I had to do with it.
Lex: Then how do you explain it? Right, I almost forgot. You, uh, can't
discuss your patients. I got you something.
Helen: A going-away present?
Lex: On the contrary. Open it. It's a key to the mansion. I want you to
move in.
Helen: Lex...
Lex: I would never want to stand in the way of your ambitions, Helen.
But I'd be the one missing an opportunity if I didn't tell you how much
I want you to stay.
They kiss. When they pull away, Helen looks at the key.
Lana: Attack of the killer mold spores?
Chloe: Yeah. I'll never look at blue cheese the same way again.
Lana: I couldn't bring myself to go back and visit Clark when he was
sick. Does that make me a horrible person?
Chloe: No.
Lana: I guess it just really scared me to see him like that.
Chloe: Me too.
Lana: Kind of makes you realize who's important in your life.
Chloe: Yeah. And who's important to Clark.
Lana: What do you mean?
Chloe: Nothing. I'm gonna head home and finish changing for the benefit.
Lana: Oh, are the programs ready?
Chloe: Yeah, they are. They're right behind the desk. I'll see you
there.
Lana: Thanks. "I want to let you in on a secret, Clark. I'm not who you
think I am. In fact, my disguise is so thin I'm surprised you haven't
seen right through me. I'm the girl of your dreams masquerading as your
best friend."
Clark: Pete, this is awesome.
Pete: Oh, Clark, hey. Good to see you among the living, man. Check it
out. It's the latest Talon mix.
Clark: Thanks, Pete. Hey, and, uh, thanks for your help with the police.
Pete: No problem. Although if I had a choice, I'd rather play D.J. than
decoy any day. So, um... the investigation over?
Clark: Yeah. I hope so. I'll catch up with you later.
Pete: Good seeing you, man.
Clark: Hey, Chloe. My dad said you came to visit when I was sick. That
was really sweet of you. Thanks.
Chloe: Sure. What are friends for? Um, I'm just gonna go buy a raffle
ticket before the drawing. I mean, what could be more poetically just?
Me winning a computer.
Lana: Clark.
Clark: Hey, Lana. This is a great party.
Lana: Your mom deserves a lot of the credit.
Clark: Is Chloe okay?
Lana: What happened to you really affected her. Me too. It was really
hard seeing you sick. Guess I somehow always thought of you as
invincible.
Clark: Now you think I'm just human.
Lana: I guess that's my way of saying that you mean a lot to me, Clark.
And I know it's not very eloquent... but I guess some people are just
better with words than others.
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