Man: Now I'm going to knock on the other wall. When you hear me, you knock on this wall.

Pete: What is she, crazy? Hey, get that candle and get your butt out of there!

Clark: I don't think she can hear you, Pete.

Chloe: Guys, hit the mute button okay?

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Lana: Hello? Who's there?

Girls: ...pocket full of posies. Ashes, ashes. We all fall down.

Emily: Would you like an apple? Lana? You're so big.

Lana: Aaah!

Emily: Why are you scared? Do you want to play with me?

Clark: Lana, what's going on?

Lana: I... I thought I... The lights went out and I guess the movie creeped me out and I just, I thought I saw--

Clark: Thought you saw what?

Lana: Nothing.

Clark: Let's get out of the dark. Are you sure you're okay?

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Emily: That's my favorite dress.

Lana: You're... you're not real.

Emily: I am too real.

Lana: No, you died.

Clark: Lana? Chloe's dad said you were up here. Lana, what is it?

Lana: Clark, I... It sounds so ridiculous.

Clark: You can tell me anything, Lana. You know that.

Lana: Clark, do you believe in ghosts?

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Lana: We used to come out here all the time. We'd make little boats out of flowers and float them downstream. They always sunk before they got around the bend.

Clark: Is this where she drowned?

Lana: It was raining, and the bridge was slippery. The next thing I knew...

Clark: It's okay.

Lana: The funny thing is, Emily always believed in ghosts. Whenever a candle flickered or a curtain rustled, she'd insist it was my mom trying to talk to me. As much as I wanted to believe her, I always knew it was make believe. Maybe this is her way of showing me that the dead really can communicate with us.

Clark: If she's a ghost, why do you think she waited so long to contact you?

Lana: I don't know.

Clark: There's got to be a rational explanation for this girl. Have you kept in contact with her parents?

Lana: No, they split up after the accident. I don't know where her mom is, but her dad moved to Grandville.

Clark: Maybe you're not the only one who's seen her.

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Mr. Dinsmore: Didn't you see the No Trespassing signs?

Lana: Mr. Dinsmore, it's--it's me. Lana Lang.

Mr. Dinsmore: Well, look at you. All grown up.

Lana: Mr. Dinsmore, this is-- this is gonna sound strange, but I think I saw Emily.

Mr. Dinsmore: What is this, some kind of sick joke?

Lana: I don't mean to upset you. It's just, I've seen her twice.

Clark: We figured if anybody else had seen her, it'd be you.

Mr. Dinsmore: Sure, I've seen her. Whenever I hear her favorite song or see a young girl jumping rope in the park. Losing a child is something a parent never gets over. Now if you'll excuse me.

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Woman: Mr. Luthor, I would think quick decision-making would be your forte.

Lex: That's why I made the quick decision to put Helen in charge of the wedding.

Woman: Well, I don't see her here, and we're three weeks away and counting. Hello?

Lionel: Ah, I knew you had your vices, son, but I didn't realize gluttony was one of them.

Lex: Well, I suppose if there's anyone who's an authority on the seven deadly sins, it's you, Dad.

Lionel: Mmm. Amaretto truffle. Could I have some water, please? The liqueur seems to be overpowering the butter. Thank you.

Lex: As much as I value your epicurean input, Dad, I'm curious. Why are you in Smallville?

Lionel: I wanted to give you my gift in person, since it's obvious by now that I won't be receiving a wedding invitation.

Lex: You offered the woman I love a hundred thousand dollars to leave me.

Lionel: I did you a favor, Lex. That was the ultimate test of loyalty and she passed with flying colors. You should be thanking me.

Lex: Thanking you?

Lionel: Mm.

Lex: Well, my thank you note must be lost in the mail along with your invitation.

Lionel: Go on. Open it.

Lex: A Caribbean honeymoon.

Lionel: Your own private island. I'll throw in the LuthorCorp jet as well.

Lex: Why?

Lionel: I just want you to be happy, Lex.

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Chloe: Uh, sorry, Clark. When you turned in your press pass you relinquished all of your computer privileges. I don't mean to be hall monitor, but it is school policy.

Clark: I'm trying to help Lana.

Chloe: Of course you are. What are you saving her from today?

Clark: She's being haunted by a girl who died six years ago.

Chloe: Okay, I'm piqued. Go on.

Clark: She thinks it's a ghost, but I'm not so sure. It's not like people haven't come back to life around here.

Chloe: Even though it goes against my natural slant towards all things Wall of Weird, I think there's another explanation for this. Look, Lana's been through a lot in her life. Maybe this haunting is a way she's dealing with it through her subconscious.

Clark: You think she's seeing things that aren't there?

Chloe: No, I think to her they're very real.

Clark: She's not crazy.

Chloe: I wasn't saying she's crazy. All I'm saying is there's a lot of things about Lana you don't know. I mean you don't hear her crying in her room at three o'clock in the morning. What you see is just a mask.

Clark: Why are you telling me this?

Chloe: Because she talks to you. Now regardless of what's going on between us, she's still my friend.

Clark: Chloe. Thanks.

Chloe: Lock up when you're done?

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Emily: Ring around the rosies, pockets full of posies. Ashes, ashes. We all fall down.

Mr. Dinsmore: Sweetheart, I've been looking all over for you.

Emily: Everything's different.

Mr. Dinsmore: What do you mean?

Emily: Where are all the bunnies?

Mr. Dinsmore: Honey, we can talk about that when we get home, okay?

Emily: This is our home, Daddy.

Mr. Dinsmore: Not anymore, sweetheart. Our home's in Grandville.

Emily: I don't understand. Lana said I died.

Mr. Dinsmore: Lana doesn't know what she's talking about.

Emily: Yes, she does. She's my best friend.

Mr. Dinsmore: Emily. Get in the car.

Emily: No. I'm not going. I don't want to be locked up anymore. I want to be a normal girl. I want to play with Lana!

Mr. Dinsmore: You have to listen to me, Emily. You are never to see Lana Lang again. Do you understand?

Emily: You can't tell me what to do. I'll do whatever I want!

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Pete: Clark, couldn't the bone yard visit have waited till after the rain stopped?

Clark: It's the only way to disprove the zombie theory.

Pete: Yeah. Well, if this Emily girl really is a ghost I really don't think she'd appreciate you scoping out her coffin.

Clark: Pete. Here it is. "Emily Eve Dinsmore. Loving Child, Blessed Angel." The body hasn't been touched.

Pete: Where'd she g-- --o? Clark?

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Lana: Aaah!

Emily: Let me in, Lana! I know why you're scared of me. I saw my grave. But I'm not dead, Lana.

Lana: Who... who are you?

Emily: I'm Emily, silly.

Lana: What do you want from me?

Emily: My daddy said I can't see you anymore. Did you do something bad?

Clark: Lana.

Lana: She's here.

Clark: Where?

Lana: I swear, Clark, sh-she was right here.

Clark: Lana, it's okay. I believe you. Emily's not a ghost. I saw her in the graveyard.
That's where I found this.

Lana: Her father gave it to her 'cause she wanted a necklace like mine. But it can't be Emily. She couldn't still be 10 years old.

Clark: I don't know who it is, but I think I know she's able to just appear out of nowhere. I think she moves faster than we can see her.

Lana: How?

Clark: I'm not sure, but hey. At least we know you're not losing your mind.

Lana: Thanks, Clark.

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Lex: Back from Metropolis so soon? Awfully long drive for quality healthcare.

Lionel: You're tailing me, Lex? I hope not. It's a bit obsessive, don't you think?

Lex: No, I just heard you were here. I wanted to make sure you're okay.

Lionel: I came to visit a former employee who's just been admitted. Unfortunately, he's still unconscious.

Lex: He must've been an exceptional worker to merit a visit from the CEO.

Lionel: I like to think that I treat everyone at LuthorCorp as part of the family.

Lex: Well, that would explain the lack of loyalty.

Lionel: Have you become so cynical that you read ill will into my good intentions?

Lex: I'm just wondering why you're spending so much time in Smallville lately. That's all.

Lionel: You may not believe me, I'm sure you won't, but I've always tried to be a good father to you, son. I worry about you, son. These obsessive paranoid tendencies... The danger with indulging them is that you lose perspective and you turn your back on what truly matters. Lex? Coming?

Emily: He's sleeping. I tried to wake him up. He needs to take care of me. I have nowhere to go.

Lex: What's your name?

Emily: Emily. He's my daddy.

Lex: I think our daddies are friends. Mine was just in here.

Emily: He's a bad man.

Lex: Did he do something to your daddy?

Emily: He took the bunnies away.

Lex: What bunnies, Emily?

Emily: The ones in the back yard.

Lex: Maybe I should talk to your mommy. Is she here?

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Clark: Let's stay close.

Voice: You're my best friend. You're my best friend. You're my best friend.

Clark: This must be what you saw at the Talon.

Doll: You're my best friend. You're my best friend. You're my best friend.

Lana: Who needs human companionship when you can have a Gabby Abby? I remember this. I gave it to Emily for her ninth birthday. The last entry is from the day before she died. "I hope it doesn't rain tomorrow. Lana and I are going to the river. We're going to be best friends forever."

Clark: Lana.

Lana: Oh, my God. Aaah! Clark. Are you okay?

Clark: Yeah, I'm fine. Let's get out of here.

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Jonathan: I think you did the right thing, calling the police.

Martha: He was trying to clone his daughter?

Clark: He did more than try. We think he succeeded.

Jonathan: Well, whoever's funding him has sure got a heck of a lot of money.

Clark: Dinsmore even wanted her to have the same memories as Emily. That's why he gave her the diary.

Lana: That little girl must be so confused. All she wanted was a friend, and I just scared her away. I have to go find her.

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

Martha: Clark's right. Until we know more, why don't you stay here?

Adams: Mrs. Kent, Mr. Kent.

Jonathan: Hello, Sheriff

Adams: We followed up on your story.

Clark: You found the lab.

Adams: After we got your call, we went and checked it out. David Copperfield must've got there first.

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Emily: I saw them.

Clark: The people who took everything away?

Emily: The sleeping girls. Why are they like me?

Clark: Emily--

Emily: My daddy said I can't remember anything because I had an accident.

Clark: You don't remember anything because you didn't write that. A different Emily did.

Emily: She's the girl buried in the graveyard, isn't she?

Clark: Yeah. This is her story. But you have to write your own.

Emily: Why would my daddy lie to me?

Clark: He probably thought that telling you the truth would make you feel different. But there's nothing wrong with being different. I'm different too. It doesn't change who we are.

Emily: Yes, it does.

Clark: Lex, what are you doing here?

Lex: I could ask the same of you. I met Emily Dinsmore. You can't blame me for being a little intrigued after I found out she died six years ago.

Clark: So you don't know anything about the lab that was down here? They cloned Emily here. That's why your father's been refining meteor rocks.

Lex: What are you talking about?

Clark: There were jars of them right where you were standing.

Lex: Before Dinsmore left LuthorCorp, he was, uh, developing a technique to speed up cell growth. He claimed he could incubate a rabbit embryo to adulthood in a matter of days.

Clark: He's been using the meteor rocks as Miracle-Gro. That's why Emily looks like she's 10 years old already.

Lex: All ethics aside, it's an astonishing accomplishment.

Clark: Yeah, well, tell that to the little girl who doesn't know who she is.

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Emily: Lana? Lana? I brought you a picture.

Lana: Thanks. Emily, I want to talk to you.

Emily: Are you ready to go to the river?

Lana: Not today.

Emily: Don't you want to be my friend anymore?

Lana: Of course I do. But--

Emily: Come to the river. I'll race you. I want everything to be like before.

Lana: No. Emily, wait!

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Mr. Dinsmore: You're here about Emily, aren't you?

Lex: She's a remarkable girl.

Mr. Dinsmore: Did he find her?

Lex: Not yet. But knowing my father, he will. You know that Emily will never be safe in his care.

Mr. Dinsmore: I don't have many options.

Lex: I'm offering to protect her. You obviously loved her enough to create her. Don't you want her to have a normal life?

Mr. Dinsmore: Of course I do, but Emily's accelerated growth caused severe chromosomal damage. She has no conscience. She has no concept of right or wrong. She's dangerous.

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Clark: Lana?

Martha: Clark? What's wrong?

Clark: Where's Lana?

Martha: I thought she was in the living room doing her homework.

They go to the living room and Lana is not there. Clark picks up the picture Emily drew. It's a picture of two girls at a bridge over a river.

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Emily: ...full of posies. Ashes, ashes...

Lana: Emily, it's too slippery out here.

Emily: It's okay, Lana, we won't get in trouble.

Lana: You don't understand. We've already been out here once before.

Emily: Is that why daddy's mad at you?

Lana: It was raining and I fell into the water and you jumped in after me.

Emily: Because I'm your best friend?

Lana: Yes. And you kept swimming beside me, telling me I could make it, that I'd be fine. And when I looked back, you were too far away, and the current was too strong.

Emily: Did you save me?

Lana: No.

Emily: I thought you were my best friend.

Lana: If I could go back and change that day, I swear to you I would. I live every day knowing that it should have been me.

Emily: This time it will be.

Lana: Aaah!

Clark: Lana? Lana. Come on. Come on. Come on, please. Lana. Lana, it's okay. It's okay, it's me. It's all right, you're okay.

Lana: Clark... hold me.

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Lionel: All right, Lex, what's the crisis? One minute you want nothing to do with me, and
then I'm inundated with urgent messages.

Lex: How does it feel to play God, Dad?

Lionel: Oh, if I left in the middle of brunch with the governor to come here and listen--

Lex: I know you reopened Level 3.

Lionel: Ah, the ominous Level 3.

Lex: Instead of abandoning the project like you claimed, you simply dispersed the research into smaller, undetectable labs.

Lionel: How could you buy into such a myth, Lex?

Lex: Your connection with Dinsmore is more than a myth. You're genetically engineering human beings.

Lionel: Oh, Lex. Lex... extraterrestrials, secret labs? It's science fiction, son.
Lionel turns to leave.

Lex: I saw Emily Dinsmore with my own eyes.

Lionel: If you'd kept your mind on business and not been distracted, you might have noticed that the state has placed the conservatorship of the Kawatche caves under my control, effective today.

Lex: That's impossible. I was under contract for a full five years.

Lionel: Yes, that's what I told the governor. But apparently somehow, he's learned of a series of accidents and several unfortunate deaths that occurred under your watch. I'm sorry, son. It's just-- I've tried to teach you always keep a sharp eye on the ball.

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Clark: Smooth as silk. Good job, Dad.

Jonathan: Thanks. You realize, Clark, that this baby is going to be one lucky kid having you as an older brother. I mean that, Clark. Uh, just a-- just a second.

Clark: Lana.

Lana: Hi.

Jonathan: Lana, I heard Sheriff Adams is still looking for Emily, but I'm concerned about you. You doing okay?

Lana: I'm gonna be fine. Just worried about Emily after all she's been through.

Jonathan: Yeah.

Lana: I hope the police find her soon.

Clark: I'm sure they will.

Lana: Do you think I could borrow Clark for a couple of minutes, Mr. Kent?

Jonathan: Yeah, go ahead. I don't see why not.

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Clark: If this is the mysterious Lana, I like it. What is this all about?

Lana: Us, kind of. I just wanted to thank you for yesterday. There were a few minutes there when I really thought I might be losing it. But, um, you never doubted me. Not for a second. You always believe in me. Thanks a lot.

Clark: Lana, what is this all about?

Lana: It's just that sometimes I, um... I feel like you've created this perfect picture of who I am.

Clark: That's what I see.

Lana: This might sound silly... but I have this fear that-- that one day you'll finally get a good look at me and... I'm going to disappoint you. That you'll see that I'm not as strong or as good as you think I am. And I'm afraid that it'll change the way you feel about me.

Clark: Nothing could ever do that.

Lana: Maybe it's me that needs to start believing in you.

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Lionel: We'll do better next time.

Mr. Dinsmore: I assume this means I can continue the project.

Lionel: I, um, I don't think that would be a wise decision, Pete. You've jeopardized the research once already.

Mr. Dinsmore: You said you wanted a prototype.

Lionel: Yes, I did. And this phase has brought us closer to our goal. But, um,... I don't want you working on the project any longer. You're too emotionally involved.

Mr. Dinsmore: She's flawed. But she's my daughter.

Lionel: No. No, she's not. She's a poor approximation. This specimen is defective.

Mr. Dinsmore: You can't take her away from me. She's... my life.

Lionel: She's the property of LuthorCorp. Hello, Emily.

Emily: I don't like you.

Lionel: Oh. You know what I think, Emily? I think... I think we just got off on the wrong foot. Look at this. You want to hold him Emily? Go ahead.

Emily: Where is my daddy?

Lionel: You mustn't worry about him, Emily. I'm going to take very good care of you. You'll see. What do you think you should call your rabbit?

Emily: Bunny-Buns.

Lionel: Bunny-Buns. That's a beautiful name. Mm. This tea is good. May I have some more?

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