Clark: Well, apparently there's enough acid in them to act as a battery.
Chloe: How very "Survivor" of you. What are you going to call it? A
Clockwork Orange?
Pete: Don't you wish you were the first one to say that?
Clark: Sure, you can use our outlet.
Cyrus: Thanks.
Pete: What's up with that guy?
Chloe: His name is Cyrus Krup. He transferred in a couple of weeks ago.
They asked me to give him the new student propaganda tour, but he said
he wouldn't be here long enough to need it.
Clark: Maybe that's why he's trying so hard to win friends and influence
people.
Pete: Bye.
Chloe: Bye.
Student: What are you doing, man?
Guy: Hey. What are you doing?
Kyle: Hey, freak, why don't you jack in somewhere else? Gimme those!
Ooh, check it out, man. The loser's listening to a dial tone.
Cyrus: You don't have the mental capacity to comprehend that sound.
Kyle: Are you calling me stupid?
Cyrus: Let's just say you're not one of mankind's brightest lights.
Cyrus: Hey, don't damage my transmitter! Don't damage that!
Clark: Hey, guys. Why don't you just leave him alone?
Kyle: Stay out of it, Kent.
Cyrus: I don't want to hurt you, Kyle. Just give me my transmitter back.
Guy: Get out of here, freak.
Cyrus: I'm warning you.
Guy: Yeah! Oh no, he's crying. That's right. Go home to momma. 2: Bye.
Kyle: Poor baby!
Guy: Don't hurt the transmitter. Whoa!
Cyrus: Now leave me alone!
Clark: Hey.
Lana: Hey.
Clark: Tyson, I haven't seen you in a long time.
Lana: I finally got some time off from the Talon. I thought I'd take him
out for a good run. He hasn't been out much since, um, Whitney... Chloe
told me what happened at the electronics lab. Pretty wild.
Clark: It was definitely weird. It's like Cyrus is in his own world. He
takes teenage alienation to a whole new level.
Lana: Well, we all have our ways of escaping from our lives. I ride,
Chloe writes, and you... you do incredibly strenuous farm chores by
yourself.
Clark: Well, I guess you know my deepest and darkest secret now. Whoa,
boy.
Lana: He's been doing that a lot lately. I thought some air would do him
good.
Clark: Did you call the vet?
Lana: Yeah. Um, he doesn't know what’s wrong with him. Chalked it up to
old age.
Whitney's mom wants to sell him. She can't afford to stable him anymore.
Clark: Why don't you board him here?
Lana: Would your parents be okay with it?
Clark: I don't see why not. It is a farm, after all.
Lana: Thanks.
Helen: This is yesterday's paper. Why didn't you tell me about it?
Lex: Because I thought I bought up every copy in Smallville. Helen, I've
been living with this kind of thing my whole life. I'm sorry they've
come after you too. I know it's not fair. I was trying to protect you.
Helen: You can't, Lex. It's not just the paper. I mean, people have been
treating me differently ever since I started dating you. I've sacrificed
so much to get where I am.
Lex: And now your reputation is being trashed by rumor and innuendo? Is
that why you haven't moved in yet?
Helen: I already told you. My lease isn't up yet and I haven't had time
to pack.
Lex: Okay. I'll pay to break your lease, and, uh, I'll have movers at
your place in an hour. What's stopping you now?
Helen: I need to do this on my own schedule.
Lex: I want you to know that I completely believe in us. But if you want
to back out, I'll understand.
Helen: Can you make it two hours?
Chloe: Hey, Kent. I know your secret. Lana told me you're letting her
board Whitney's horse here.
Clark: Oh, yeah, that. Right.
Chloe: You made her year, you know.
Clark: Well, Tyson's really important to her. She didn't want another
part of her past just taken away.
Chloe: Mm-hmm. And she'll be here every day. Just like old times.
Clark: Chloe, there's nothing romantic about mucking out horse stalls.
Chloe: Ew, Clark.
Clark: Hey, I see the electronics lab is still closed.
Chloe: Yeah, the fire marshals are investigating Cyrus's pyrotechnics.
Did you know that Principal Reynolds suspended him and he confiscated
his science project?
Clark: Do you have any idea how he did it?
Chloe: It could've been a trick. Or it could be meteor rock inspired. Or
he could be an alien.
Clark: Alien? Why would you say that?
Chloe: Rumors from his old school. He went to junior high in Grandville,
and he told some kids there that he was extraterrestrial. Needless to
say, they sent him to a distant corner in the social galaxy.
Clark: He didn't do anything... super, did he?
Chloe: Like start fire with his eyes? Mnh-mnh. But he did make it a
habit of running away. The last time, the cops found him in the middle
of a field butt naked. Cyrus was pointing to the sky saying "They're
coming to take me home." That incident landed him in a mental
institution.
Clark: You don't think he's really an alien, do you?
Chloe: No. But wouldn't it be awesome if he was, though?
Clark: Yeah, it'd be the story of the century, wouldn't it.
Chloe: This isn't about Pulitzers, Clark. I mean, can you imagine being
from another planet? The experiences you could share?
Clark: It wouldn't freak you out?
Chloe: Compared to most people, I think aliens would be a step up.
Clark: Cyrus.
Cyrus: What are you doing here, Clark?
Clark: I heard about your suspension today. I wanted to make sure you
were okay.
Cyrus: High school is irrelevant. It just gives me more time to
concentrate on my work.
Clark: Uh, where's your parents?
Cyrus: Foster parents. They work late. They don't bother me as long as
they get their monthly check. Is this interrogation over?
Clark: I heard about the rumor from your old school.
Cyrus: That I'm an alien. You've come to see if it's true.
Clark: I have an open mind.
Cyrus: If I showed you any of my other special powers, would that
appease you? Go away, Clark. You're just like all the others. I won't be
ridiculed by your kind anymore.
Clark: I'm not here to make fun of you or to get you in trouble.
Cyrus: Then what do you want?
Clark: The truth. I promise I won't tell anyone.
Cyrus: I input these coordinates into my transmitter, send a signal to
my planet.
Clark: How do you know the coordinates are correct?
Cyrus: I used to have these weird dreams. That's when they were given to
me.
Clark: Why? What'd they do to you?
Cyrus: They tried to make me believe I was crazy, that I was really one
of you.
Clark: Cyrus, I want to believe you. What kind of proof do you have?
Cyrus: Whatever proof I had was destroyed the day of the meteor shower.
That's when I arrived on earth. An elderly couple found me on the
outskirts of town and raised me. After they died, I bounced around
between foster parents but... I kept trying to get back here.
Clark: Why?
Cyrus: Smallville's ground zero for the signal. I have to be here so my
real parents can take me home.
Jonathan: Martha? Martha, are you down he-- Sweetheart, is anything
wrong?
Martha: I'm just thinking of Clark traveling millions of miles through
space, how the ship protected him. And what it did for me.
Jonathan: The ship has given us two miracles.
Martha: I hope you're right.
Jonathan: Martha, what is it?
Martha: I'm not sure. I'm... I'm scared. I'm having these terrible
headaches and mood swings and my sleeping patterns are all upside down.
Jonathan: Martha, Dr. Baker said that you're perfectly healthy and that
your pregnancy is absolutely normal.
Martha: Except for the way I was able to conceive. I want Helen Bryce to
examine me, just to make sure.
Jonathan: No.
Martha: I trust her. She's seen Clark's blood. She knows that something
brought me back, and she hasn't sent anyone knocking at our door,
pressing us for answers.
Jonathan: Dr. Helen Bryce is intimately involved with Lex Luthor. If you
need a second opinion, you can get it from any other doctor but Helen
Bryce.
Martha: Why not?
Jonathan: Because I don't want our family's secrets becoming pillow
talk.
Lex: I never figured you for having an identity crisis, Clark.
Clark: It's for a friend.
Lex: Haven't heard that one before. What's your friend's problem?
Napoleon or Messiah complex?
Clark: Actually he thinks he's an alien.
Lex: So that proves he isn't. Come on, Clark, if you were really an
alien would you go
around telling people about it?
Clark: Probably not.
Lex: Let me guess. Your friend, he's a little odd. Spends a lot of time
alone, thinks no one understands him. I just described myself in high
school. It's a classic outsider profile. I'd say he's just trying to get
attention. You believe there are aliens among us, Clark?
Clark: I just want to help him.
Lex: Give me his name. I can talk to some people.
Clark: I promised to keep it private. He's trying to avoid any more
doctors.
Lex: By the way, I have to congratulate you. Offering to board Whitney's
horse. That was a masterful stroke.
Clark: I didn't do anything. She needed a place for her horse, and I
offered it.
Lex: Mm, so did I. But she turned me down. I told her she can keep him
in the mansion stables free of charge. I guess she was holding out for
the right offer.
Jonathan: Clark.
Clark: Dad, what's going on?
Jonathan: I don't know, son. We got Tyson out of the trailer just fine,
and then Lana was walking him in the paddock and he collapsed. She's
pretty upset. Why don't you stay with her? I'll call the vet.
Clark: Not feeling too good?
Lana: I've seen him sick before, but never this bad.
Clark: There's help on the way.
Lana: I can't lose Tyson too.
Clark: He's gonna be fine, Lana. He's a fighter. Just like his owner.
Cyrus: How could you betray me? You told that Chloe girl my secret. She
wants to interview me.
Clark: Cyrus, what are you talking about?
Cyrus: They'll send me to another shrink. They could lock me away again.
Clark: This is not the time nor place to talk about this.
Cyrus: I never should've trusted you.
Lana: Clark.
Cyrus: What's wrong with him?
Clark: We don't know. The vet's on the way.
Cyrus: It's okay. You don't need all these people poking and prodding
you, boy. I'll make it better.
Lana: Hey. Hey.
Clark: Dad, I don't know why you're so skeptical about this.
Jonathan: Because, Clark, it's hard for me to believe that that kid
could heal a horse simply by touching it. I mean, it sounds like one of
those old revival meeting stories.
Clark: The vet couldn't believe it either, but he gave Tyson a clean
bill of health.
Martha: Cyrus wouldn't be the first person in Smallville to have unusual
abilities.
Clark: Except I don't think he's from Smallville. Look, this is going to
sound crazy, and I didn't believe it myself at first, but now I'm
starting to. I think there's a very strong possibility that Cyrus is
from Krypton.
Jonathan: Why would think that?
Clark: He said he was.
Jonathan: He said he was from Krypton?
Clark: Well, he didn't use the name exactly. But I didn't know what it
was called until Dr. Swann told me. But he said he came to earth during
the meteor shower. And there's more. Yesterday I saw him start a fire
with heat from his eyes.
Martha: What about strength or speed?
Clark: No, but--
Jonathan: Clark... Son, we know you want to believe this but, you don't
even have the ability to heal.
Clark: That doesn't prove anything. I didn't get heat vision till last
year. Maybe Cyrus and I won't develop the same abilities, or maybe
people on Krypton don't have the same abilities at all. We don't know
for sure. We've never met anyone else from there.
Martha: Sweetheart, Dr. Swann said you were the last survivor of your
planet.
Clark: What if Dr. Swann is wrong? Look, don't you see? If I'm right,
this means I'm not alone anymore.
Servant: Can I help you, ma'am?
Helen: I was looking for the solarium.
Servant: Ah, well that's in the south wing. I'll escort you.
Helen: You know, Lex gave me this master key. It's supposed to open
every door in the mansion, but I can't open that one.
Servant: That room is strictly off limits. The only person with a key is
Mr. Luthor. Shall we?
Kyle: Hey, Kent, where's your little buddy? You tell him payback's gonna
suck.
Chloe: Magic.
Clark: What?
Chloe: That was how Cyrus started the fire. The fire marshals found
strips of magnesium powder hidden behind the blackboard. All Cyrus had
to do was wait for the right moment, hit the detonator, and before you
can say "Presto"... Instant inferno.
Clark: I didn't see him use a detonator.
Chloe: Ah, but illusion is the art of misdirection, Clark. Trust me.
This kid is more David Blaine than he is Wall of Weird.
Clark: All right, well, that still doesn't explain how he cured Tyson.
Chloe: Yeah, I haven't figured that one out yet. But I'd be willing to
bet that he faked that one too somehow.
Clark: No, I was there. It was real.
Chloe: Okay, well, I'm not discounting the possibility that he may have
some magic healing power. But if he does, it's probably byproduct of
meteorite poisoning. He is no more extraterrestrial than you are.
Helen: When I saw your name on the chart, I thought there must be some
mistake. I haven't had a new patient since the Inquisitor hit the
stands.
Martha: People can be small-minded. I hope things work out for you.
Helen: Thank you, Mrs. Kent. So. According to the charts your O.B. sent
over, your pregnancy's been smooth sailing so far.
Martha: I don't know about that. Whatever we talk about is confidential,
right?
Helen: Of course.
Martha: You won't tell anyone, not even... significant others?
Helen: You're worried I'll tell Lex?
Martha: Jonathan. He doesn't know I'm here.
Helen: I can assure you, everything in this office stays between you and
me. Mrs. Kent, does your being here have anything to do with Clark's
unusual blood work or your miraculous recovery? Because I'll be honest
with you, I still don't understand what I saw that day. Martha, if you
really want me to help, you've got to be completely honest with me. For
your safety. And the baby's.
Clark: Lex? What are you doing here?
Lex: I've always wanted to meet an alien. When I heard what happened
with Lana's horse, I realized this Cyrus must be the friend you
mentioned.
Clark: I thought you said he was just fantasizing.
Lex: After everything we found in the cave, I try and keep an open mind.
Take a look at this. See, I've always had a theory that the meteor
shower would've been a perfect cover for a spacecraft to land on earth.
Anyway, looks like we both wasted a trip. You want a ride?
Clark: No, I think I'll stay and wait.
Lex: Tell your friend I'd like to buy him a latte sometime. See you
later, Clark.
Cyrus: I don't trust your friend.
Clark: I know you faked the fire, Cyrus.
Cyrus: I don't deny it. Kyle and his intelligence-challenged comrades
have been harassing me since I got here.
Clark: Why didn't you use your powers?
Cyrus: I only have the power to heal. Not to harm.
Clark: Do you still claim that you cured that horse?
Cyrus: Believe whatever you want.
Clark: Did you draw these?
Cyrus: That's how I got to earth.
Clark: Where's the spaceship?
Cyrus: I don't know.
Clark: But you remember coming here.
Cyrus: Remember those dreams I told you about? I dream about my parents
too. And what it'll be like the day I go home.
Clark: I believe you, Cyrus.
Cyrus: You do? That makes you the first person who doesn't think I'm
crazy.
Clark: Wow. You built this? What is it?
Cyrus: My transmission tower.
Clark: How does it work?
Cyrus: At the appointed time, I'll send a signal and my parents will
come. They'll transport me up to their ship and then they'll take me
home.
Clark: You know, I can see how all this would be a little difficult to
explain to a group of psychiatrists.
Cyrus: I wish that were my only problem. I'm supposed to send a signal
at midnight tomorrow, but I don't have my transmitter. After the
incident in the electronics lab, Reynolds confiscated it.
Clark: Can't you build another one?
Cyrus: There isn't time. The conditions necessary for my departure only
occur once every 200 years. If I don't get that transmitter back, I'll
never get home. Please help me.
Clark looks up at the tower.
Clark: Come on.
Kyle: What are you losers doing?
Cyrus: If I were you, I'd get back in my truck and go home. Now!
Clark: Take it easy, Cyrus.
Cyrus: If you guys don't leave us alone you're gonna regret it!
Kyle: Save it, reject. We know how you faked that fire to make us look
like morons.
Guy: They're all laughing at us so we're gonna kick your ass.
Guy #2: Yeah, that's right.
Kyle: And this time you didn't have a chance to set up one of your
little tricks, did ya?
Cyrus: I'm warning you, Kyle. Leave me alone.
Kyle: My truck!
Guy: What's going on?
Guy #2: Come on, let's get out of here!
Cyrus: I warned you, now leave!
Clark: Way to go, Cyrus, you did it.
Cyrus: No, I didn't, Clark. You did.
Clark: That's crazy.
Cyrus: Now I know why you've been helping me, why you believe me.
Clark: Cyrus, I don't know what you're talking about.
Cyrus: You're an alien too.
Pete: I can't believe Cyrus knows your secret.
Clark: What was I supposed to do, Pete, beat up all those guys? Grab
Cyrus and run away at a thousand miles an hour? I didn't have much of a
choice.
Pete: Well, have you told your parents yet?
Clark: No. They'd just freak out.
Pete: They'd have a right to. I mean, how long until Cyrus tells
somebody. It's not like he's exactly stable.
Clark: No, he's not gonna tell anyone.
Pete: Clark, how do you know that?
Clark: Look at this. The coordinates that Cyrus gave me are for the same
solar system as Krypton.
Pete: Clark, dozens of astronomers have written about the meteor
showers. He could've just used their research.
Clark: Yeah, but first the drawings of the ships and now this? It's too
much of a coincidence. Maybe my parents weren't the only ones who saved
their child.
Pete: Well, if you really want to know, I could go up to him with a
piece of meteor rock.
Clark: No, it's called Kryptonite.
Pete: Kryptonite. Is that with a C or a K?
Lana: Clark, you up there?
Clark: K.
Lana: Cyrus was at the Talon when Child Protective Services took him
away.
Clark: What?
Lana: His foster parents said they couldn't handle him anymore, so
they're sending him to the Smallville Medical Center for assessment.
Cyrus: Clark, I don't want to be locked up again. You don't know what
it's like. The doctors, the tests...
Clark: What can I do?
Cyrus: If I'm not on that tower at midnight, I'm gonna be stranded on
this world forever.
Clark: We gotta get out of here.
Cyrus: Clark, come with me.
Clark: What are you talking about?
Cyrus: You're not meant for this earth any more than I am. I'll take you
back to your real home.
Clark: This is my real home. Everything I care about is on earth. Good
luck, Cyrus.
Cyrus: You give me hope for this world, Clark. I wish there were more
people like you here. I'll send you a postcard.
Helen: Lex, we need to have a talk.
Lex: Is this a closet space issue? Because I could use the walk-in
across the hall.
Helen: When you asked me to move in you gave me a key that opened every
door in the house. All except one.
Lex: You've been exploring.
Helen: At first I thought I could deal with it, but then the more I
think about it, the more is starts to bother me.
Lex: Helen, there's nothing of consequence in that room.
Helen: Then why is it locked?
Lex: Look, everyone needs a place where they can be alone, hear their
own thoughts. That's all that room is for me. You are welcome to make
your own space anywhere else in the mansion.
Helen: Lex, I wasn't looking for a roommate. I was looking for someone
to share my life with.
Lex: Helen--
Helen: You know, you need to figure out what kind of a relationship you
want. Because if this is gonna work, there can't be any locked doors
between us.
Chloe: Hey, Clark, Cyrus escaped from the medical center. The Child
Protective Services and the sheriff are searching for him everywhere.
Take a look at this.
Clark: Who are these people?
Chloe: John and Maggie Burnet and their son William. They disappeared
the day of the meteor shower. Rescue workers suspected that they were
vaporized when their farmhouse was hit, but no remains were ever found.
Pete: If their son survived, he'd be too young to remember what
happened.
Chloe: The older couple that adopted Cyrus lived half a mile away from
the Burnet house.
Clark: What are you saying?
Chloe: Clark, what we're saying is Cyrus is not an alien. He's an
orphan.
Kyle: Where you going, firestarter? You'd better get off there 'cause
this thing is coming down! What are you gonna do, fly away? Let's teach
this freak a lesson he won't forget. Come on, space boy!
Guy: Yeah, take him down!
Cyrus: No! Stop! You can't do this!
Cyrus: No! Not now! You'll ruin everything!
Kyle: Do it! Whoa! Faster! Come on!
Cyrus: Stop! No!
Kyle: Go! Go! Go!
Cyrus: Aaah! I-I gotta get back up there, Clark! My parents are coming!
Cyrus: That's ridiculous, Clark. My parents aren't human.
Guy: Hey! I think his neck's broken!
Clark: Cyrus, you can save him.
Cyrus: They're here! I can't, I'll be stranded on this world forever!
Clark: You have the power to heal.
Cyrus: Why do you care so much about these people?
Clark: Cyrus, don't let him die! We both know you're better than that.
Come on!
Cyrus: I missed it. I missed it...
Clark: Cyrus! Cyrus!
Voice: This is the Kansas State Police! If you require assistance,
please stay where you are. Emergency vehicles have been dispatched and
will arrive shortly.
Martha: Clark? Clark!
Clark: The doctors say that Cyrus had a complete mental breakdown. His
body's there, but his mind is gone. They don't know if he'll recover.
They transferred him to a special hospital in Metropolis.
Jonathan: Son, how do you think Cyrus was able to draw your ship?
Clark: His house was near where you guys found me. My guess, he was
outside and saw the ship land. The memory stayed with him and over time
he thought that past was his own.
Martha: We know how much you wanted to believe that there could be
somebody else out there like you.
Jonathan: What is it, Clark?
Clark: Why would Cyrus pass up what he believed was his only opportunity
to go home to save Kyle, the school bully?
Jonathan: Because he was a lot more like you than we ever thought.
Helen: What is all this?
Lex: Montaigne said obsession was the wellspring of genius and madness.
This is my obsession. I'm sure you can understand my reluctance to show
you this room. I thought you might decide I was a little... eccentric.
Helen: There's a lot here about the Kents.
Lex: Yeah. They're an interesting family. Don't you think?
Lana: Hey. Whatever Cyrus did to Tyson wasn't temporary. It's like he's
a colt again.
Clark: I'm glad some good came out of all this.
Lana: Yeah, Cyrus seemed really lonely.
Clark: Lana, what if Cyrus really could've proven he was an alien?
Lana: What do you mean?
Clark: I mean, how would you feel about him if he actually was from
another planet?
Lana: Well, um... I guess I'd try and keep an open mind.
Clark: You'd never feel completely comfortable with him, would you?
Lana: I have to admit, I'd be a little freaked out. Does that make me a
bad person?
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