First aired September 22nd, 2004

Provided by Suzanne

Chloe: I don't even know where to start. I know you must have a million questions, but I don't know how many answers I can give you.  If you're watching this, it means I'm probably dead. You were always the one good thing in my life, and if I didn't tell you enough, I care about you more than you'll ever know. Please find out who did this, Clark. You're the only one who can.

Lois:  K-E-N-T. Kent. It's a farm. Do they even have addresses?  Mm-mm-mm. Look, the last super genius I had on the line told me to turn right on Route 31. Now I'm totally lost.  Oh, about a billion stalks of corn.  Aah!  That's just great.  Okay, if you smoke this, you are gonna spend the rest of the night hating yourself.  Aah!  Aah!  Oh, my God. Are you-- are you okay?  What's your name?

Clark: I don't know.

Lois: I need to get you to a hospital.

Clark:  I am fine.

Lois: You've just been hit by lightning, you're stark naked, and, uh, you don't even remember your own name. You have a fairly loose definition of "fine."  Look at his face...  I have a blanket in the trunk. Don't move. I'll be right back.

Clark: Wait.  Who are you?

Lois: Lois. Lois Lane.

Man:  Allah Ho Akbar! Allah Ho Akbar!

Lois: Try and keep up.

Clark: Why are we here?

Lois: To get you checked out.

Clark: I am fine.

Lois:  Do you know how many people are struck by lightning every year? Hardly any. You know how many survive? Even less. And the number who get picked up by lost drivers? Zero. So far, you're three for three, so how about a little less complaining and a little more forward motion.  Excuse me. Got a guy here who needs immediate attention.

Orderly:  Fill out these admission forms and include proof of insurance.

Lois: Slight problem. I don't know who he is and... neither does he. He's got amnesia, so I'm turning him over to you.  You can keep the blanket. 

Orderly: Whoa, whoa. Does this look like an animal shelter? Now, you have to stay with him until we find someone who can I.D. him. It's hospital policy. 

Lois: Look, I did the good Samaritan thing. But I can't be responsible for this guy.

Orderly: You already are. Now, I have to call a deputy to get your statement.

Lois: I think you might want to get him some clothes first. 

Lana: Merci.

Jason:  Oh, sorry. You're American, right?

Lana: Yes.

Jason: Great. Can I ask you a big favor?

Lana:  Sure... as long as it doesn't get me arrested.

Jason: No, I'm supposed to meet my, uh, my girlfriend here. Well, she's not really my girlfriend, even though we spend every waking moment together. See, we met two moths ago today on this exact street corner, and I bought her something to mark the occasion. I wanted to get your opinion.

Lana: All right.

Jason: Okay.

Lana: Well, I think that would probably be the last thing she would be expecting.

Jason: It doesn't really scream "romance" does it? But, see, the first time we met, I was driving by on my Vespa, and I clipped her. She thought I was gonna steal her purse so she kicked me off my bike. I messed up an old football injury and then she spent five hours with me at the hospital and we just clicked.

Lana: Well, it sounds like love at first crash.

Jason: Yeah. Well, for me it was anyway, but I'm just an impulsive kind of guy.

Lana: Well, how does she feel?

Jason: I don't know. She doesn't really talk about it. I think she, uh, I think she got hurt by somebody, but maybe she needs to talk about it.

Lana: Well, uh, nothing says "I love you" like a motorcycle helmet.

Jason: Yeah. It's for a weekend trip to Nice if she's... if she's interested.

Lana: If a guy did something that romantic for me, I think I'd have to kiss him.

Jason: Yeah?

Lana:  Yeah.  I'd love to go to Nice with you, Jason.

Jason: Happy anniversary, Lana.

Martha: "After breakfast, I wanted to talk about the dead man and guess how he come to be killed, but Jim didn't want to. He said it would fetch bad luck, and besides, he said, he might come back to haunt us."  "Huck Finn." Jonathan's favorite.

Doctor: Martha, I wanted to know if you thought about what we discussed.

Martha:  I'm not pulling the plug on my husband.

Doctor: It's been three months, and there's been no change.   Jonathan is brain dead. Your insurance is already capped out. You need to think about the future.

Martha:  My future is lying in that bed. I will not give up on him.

Lois: Okay, we need to stay in the room.

Clark: I'm not supposed to be here.

Lois: Yeah, well, that makes two of us.  Stay. Good.  I came to Smallville to investigate my cousin's death. Her name is Chloe Sullivan. Heard of her?  Of course you haven't.  Nicorette.  I've given up smoking. These are the only things that get me through the day. I started when I was 15. It's my father's fault. He said if he ever caught me smoking, he'd kill me, so in a fit of teenage rebellion, I started, then I couldn't stop. Now I've got a gum addiction.

Clark: You talk a lot.

Lois: Well, I'm just not very comfortable with uncomfortable silence, and you're not exactly keeping up with your end of the conversation.  45 minutes and still no doctor? You know, if this isn't an indictment of small town medicine, I don't know what is.  Whoa! Where are you going?

Clark: I'm leaving.

Lois:  Well, you're gonna have to go through me first.

Lois:  Hey!

Martha: Wait! Wait! Wait, Clark!

Lois: Okay, stop!  What was that?

Martha: It is you!  Oh, God! I thought I'd lost you forever!

Clark: Who are you?

Martha:  It's me, Mom.

Lois:  Don't take it personally. He doesn't even remember his own name.  Lois Lane. I found him lying in a field near Route 31.

Martha: Thank you for helping him.

Lois: I guess I'm a sucker for stray dogs and naked guys.  Okay, that didn't come out right. It's been a long night, and I am nicotine deprived.

Martha: Come on, sweetheart. Let's get you home.

Clark: I'm waiting for the sign.

Lois: I think you should have a doctor take a look at him. I'm starting to think the lightning fried his brain.

Martha: Um... Lois? I'm so grateful, but this is a family matter.

Lois: Okay. Here's me backing away.

Martha: I don't know what's going on, but you need to come home with me right now.  I can help you find the sign, but I need to get you out of here, okay? Come on.

Lois:  I passed amnesia boy off to his mother. I didn't catch her name.

Orderly: Yeah, Martha Kent. She's in here all the time.

Lois: Kent? As in Clark Kent?  Wait a minute! I have to talk to...  you.

Man: Heat too much for you, Mr. Luthor?

Lex: I don't want any record that I was here. Bury everything.

Man: We will be like footprints in the sand.

Dr. Vaughn:  You're two hours late.

Lex: I'm well aware of my tardiness, Doctor. But some things are worth the risk.

Dr. Vaughn: What's more important than your life?

Lex: The truth.

Dr. Vaughn: Your body survived a massive chemical onslaught that would've killed 99.9% of people. That in itself is a miracle.

Lex: Spare me the lecture.

Dr. Vaughn: I told you, if your blood isn't purified every 72 hours, your internal organs will start to shut down.

Dr. Vaughn: You're living on borrowed time, Lex. Stop trying to borrow more.

Clark:  What is this place?

Martha: Well, your dad calls it your fortress of solitude. It's where you come to think and look at the stars.  Well, here's some pictures. Maybe they'll jog your memory.

Clark: Who are these people?

Martha: People who love you. Do you remember anything about where you were before you showed up in that field?

Clark: I was in a place that felt like home.

Martha:  No, Clark. This is your home.

Clark: I recognize this man.

Martha:  Good. That's your dad. You're starting to remember.

Clark: He's not my father. He tried to prevent me from being reborn.

Martha: No, Clark. He loves you. He tried to save you from Jor-El.

Clark: Either way, he's dead.

Pilot: Better buckle up, Dr. Vaughn. We're about to hit some turbulence.

Lex: Oh, no!

Dr. Vaughn: Lex, no, wait! I'll get it for you! I'll get it for you! Sit down!

Martha: Clark!

Clark: Aah! I am Kal-El of Krypton.  It is time to fulfill my destiny.

Martha:  Destiny?!  That's Jor-El talking! He did this to you!  I want my son back! Give me my son back!

Clark: Clark Kent is dead.

Lana: Jason, stop it. We are in a church, and I have an art history project to finish.

Jason: Okay, my girlfriend invites me to some old crypt for some brass rubbing. I thought it was code for something else.

Lana: Mr. Teague, you have a dirty mind.

Jason: But I have a pure heart.  Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! Come on, I've already scoped out our victim.  Meet your art project. Countess Margaret Isabelle Theroux. It says here she was a warrior princess who kicked a lot of ass and broke a lot of hearts.

Lana:   Is that a direct translation?

Jason:  No, I just, I figured you guys have a lot in common, you know, you're both, uh, you're both strong, and, uh, you're both uncompromising, both beautiful.

Lana: We should get to work. The church closes in an hour.

Jason: Not me. I have a hot date to plan for tomorrow.  Somebody failed to mention it was their birthday.

Lana:  Who told you?

Jason: Sources at the highest level of government. [Lana looks at him skeptically.] All right, I slipped the admissions clerk 20 euros.

Lana: Look, Jason, I don't expect--

Jason: Stop talking. Start rubbing. By the way, festivities begin at 10 AM tomorrow at the Cafe de Fleurie.

Lana: All right.

Martha: No, it can't wait a couple of days. I need to speak with him now. Look, just tell him it's-it's regarding my son, Clark Kent. 

Lois: Hey.  I tried calling earlier, but I kept getting a busy signal. I don't know how you survive without call waiting. Where's Clark?

Martha:  Upstairs.

Lois: Great!

Martha: Um, sleeping.

Lois: Is that fresh coffee? I have been waiting for a cup all day.   I can't believe this is the town that Starbucks forgot.   I heard the only decent coffee shop in town closed down. The Falcon or something?

Martha: Uh, Lois, I-I really appreciate everything you did for Clark, and I don't mean to be rude, but--

Lois:  Look, I didn't come here fishing for thanks. I think Clark might know something about my cousin Chloe's death.

Martha:  I'm so sorry for your loss.

Lois: Yeah.  Were she and Clark ever an item?

Martha: Oh, I think for a minute, but--

Lois: It's funny, I never thought she'd fall for the farm boy type.

Martha: Trust me, that can happen to the best of us.

Lois: Not me. Give me a nerd with glasses any day of the week.

Martha: Clark has many sides.

Lois: Yeah, I've seen several of them already.  Speaking of Clark, do you think he'll be up any time soon?

Martha: I-I doubt it.

Lois: Right now, he is my only chance to get justice for Chloe. The FBI inquest closed last week. They've ruled the explosion an accident. I mean, how many gas leaks do you know of in safe houses?

Lois: And in two weeks, Lionel Luthor is going to walk free. And Chloe's death... it will have been for nothing.

Martha: I'll have Clark call you if he remembers anything.

Lois:  You know, Chloe said in her notes that you used to work for Lionel, and I'm trying to get in to see him, but he keeps refusing me. Any advice?

Martha:  Stay away. You don't want to get pulled into Lionel's web.

Lois: How did you escape unscathed?

Martha: I didn't.

Martha:  Goodbye, Lois.

Lois: Bye. 

Co-Pilot:  Check this out.

Pilot: What is it?  A bird? A plane? 

Bridgette: I'm afraid that the answers that you're searching for won't be found in this barn.  I'm Bridgette Crosby. Dr. Swann sent me.

Martha: You'll have to forgive me. I was--

Bridgette: You were expecting to speak with Dr. Swann personally.

Martha: The matter I need to discuss with him can't exactly be relayed through someone else.

Bridgette: I can understand your hesitancy, discussing Kal-El with a complete stranger.

Martha:  Dr. Swann promised Clark that no one else knew.

Bridgette:  He promised that your son's secret would not leave the confines of the foundation and it hasn't.

Martha: This was a mistake. I never should've called. I wish that Clark hadn't contacted Dr. Swann in the first place.

Bridgette: Your son's destiny was set in motion long before their paths crossed.

Martha: You don't know anything about my son!

Bridgette:  You're right. You're right, I don't. But I do know what it's like to love someone whose calling is greater than your own. 

Martha:  You and Dr. Swann?

Bridgette:  In a different lifetime.  Martha, I can help you if you'll let me. Now, where's your son?

Martha: I don't know.  He flew. He flew away.

Bridgette:  So he's-- He has completely embraced his Kryptonian destiny.

Martha: Do you know what that destiny is?

Bridgette: No, but the symbol burned into your field three months ago? That's the Kryptonian symbol for "Crusade."

Martha: I don't know what Jor-El did to him, but I know deep down that Clark is still in there.

Bridgette: Martha, the only challenge to a father's will... is a mother's love.

Martha: I... I can't possibly face Clark alone.

Bridgette: You don't have to. Look.  It's black kryptonite. You're his only hope.

Lex:  Wow, Dad, you are in great shape.

Lionel:  Lex, I've been reading about you. Interesting article.  You know, they, uh, they dubbed Mussolini a savior. And look what happened to him.

Lex: Dad if you want to blame someone for LuthorCorp's woes, why don't you look in the mirror?  A CEO on trial for murder usually erodes consumer confidence.

Lionel: Yeah... To go gallivanting around the world on a fool's errand ain't gonna win any points with shareholders either.  I'm in a cage, Lex. I'm not dead.  Think I haven't been keeping tabs on you?

Lex: Then how'd you do it?

Lionel: Do what?

Lex: Break into my jet at 20,000 feet?

Lionel: You look pale, Lex. Are you all right?

Lex:  Where is it?

Lionel: Honestly, Lex, I have no idea what you're talking about.

Lex: Then perhaps I can refresh your memory. Three relics hidden around the world by scientifically advanced ancient cultures. Legend has it that when united, they point the way to a treasury of knowledge that puts the Library of Alexandria to shame.

Lionel: You're chasing a fairytale, Lex.

Lex: A fairytale you believed in enough to finance six expeditions over the last two years.

Lionel: I funded several educational digs through the LuthorCorp Foundation. So?

Lex: So. So they all focused on sites that unearthed the same symbols, those on the cave wall.  You think those artifacts can save your life, Dad?

Lionel: I don't have time for foolishness, Lex. I'm about to stand trial for murder.  And when I'm cleared, those responsible for putting me here will certainly feel my wrath.

Lex: Like Chloe did.

Lionel: Chloe Sullivan was killed in a tragic accident. She didn't deserve to die.

Lex: But I did? Is that why you poisoned my brandy?

Lionel:  Oh, what kind of a monster do you think I am? Blowing up houses, poisoning brandy?!

Lex: I lay there for ten minutes before the paramedics came, Dad! Ten minutes. They said that dosage would kill an ordinary man, but apparently I'm not ordinary.

Lionel: No you're not. You're my son.

Lex:  God help me.  You shouldn't wound what you can't kill, Dad.

Jason:  What's going on? You were supposed to meet me at 10. It's now 12. Are you okay?

Lana tries unsuccessfully to brush her hair out of her face. Her hand shakes and she is out of breath.

Lana:  Yeah, I don't know how I got here. I must've passed out. I'll meet you downstairs.

Clark: You shouldn't have come here, Martha Kent.  Ah!

Martha: Clark. If you're still in there... I love you.

Kal-El:  No!!!

Clark: Mom!

Martha: Clark!

Clark: Mom?

Kal-El: Humanity has made you weak

Martha: Clark!!!

Martha: Clark...  Clark?

Clark: It's me, Mom. I'm back.

Martha: Oh, Clark.

Clark: What'd the doctor say?

Jonathan: Well, she said that your father is a walking, breathing miracle.  And that's thanks to you.

Clark: The real hero's Mom. If it wasn't for her, I'd still be Kal-El.

Jonathan: Son... do you remember anything that happened after you got pulled into that wall?

Clark: I just remember the last couple of days. Even that's a little jumbled.

Jonathan: Clark, your mother tells me you... can fly?

Clark: Kal-El can fly. Clark Kent is still earthbound.

Jonathan: How did that feel?

Clark: Amazing. And scary... because if I can do that, maybe I'm capable of anything.

Martha: You are.

Clark: No, that's you, Mom. 'Cause I don't know if I would've had the strength to hold on for three months not knowing where I was and if Dad would pull through.

Martha: Well, my father used to tell me that life asks of you what it thinks you can handle. There were days when I thought it had asked too much. But then I would think about this family and all the things we've endured and the good things ahead of us. And I found the strength to keep going because... I knew the three of us would be together again.

Lionel: You're not Martha Kent.

Lois:  Would you have seen me if they said it was Lois Lane?

Lionel: Lois Lane. Yes.  You're Chloe Sullivan's cousin.  What a loss.  You bite your nails. Bad girl. But getting through the door doesn't mean I'll talk to you.  Guard? 

Lois: I don't believe that safe house explosion was an accident.

Lionel: Of course you don't. You believe I'm responsible.

Lois: No. A stunt like that is... thuggish and obvious. It smacks of desperation. All the things you aren't.

Lionel: All right, Miss Lane, you have my attention. What's your theory?

Lois:  I don't have one.

Lionel:  Then why are you here?

Lois:  Because I wanted to look into the face of the son of a bitch who's responsible for my cousin's death.  You may not have blown her up, but you're the reason she's gone.

Lionel: Before you begin to anoint her for sainthood, let's get some of the facts straight, all right? The simple truth is, I made her an offer. She took it. I kept my end of the bargain. She didn't. She's dead as a result of her own actions. I had nothing to do with it. And the next time you come at me with accusations, try to have a little more than righteous indignation.  Zoo hours are over, Miss Lane. Good day.

Lois: You know...   It must kill you that somebody has given you this gift. And you don't know who, and you don't know why, but without Chloe's testimony, you're probably gonna walk out of here a free man.   Or are you being set up? 

Lois: I have a confession to make. I didn't go to your funeral. I hate funerals.  Dad says everybody does, but it's a way of paying tribute to a life well-led.  I hate myself for being weak. I just knew that the moment I came here, it would make it real. I promise I'll find out who did this to you. Even if I have to do it alone.

Clark: You're not alone.

Lois: A fact you could've shared before you were breathing down my neck.

Clark: I'm sorry, Lois, I didn't know you were out here. 

Lois: I'm glad to see we've moved beyond the "clothing optional" stage of our relationship. I'm surprised you even remember who I am.

Clark: Chloe's cousin.  Nicorette addiction, can't stand uncomfortable silences.

Lois: I guess this means your synapses are all firing again.

Clark: Look, I can't explain my actions over the past few days. But Chloe was my best friend. You're not the only one who misses her. 

Lois: I'm just the only one doing something about it.

Clark: I get the feeling you like to do things yourself.

Lois: My dad raised me to be independent and self-sufficient.

Clark:  That would be one way to describe you.

Lois: You know, the only think I like about you at the moment is your mom. You can't possibly be as weird as I think you are with a mom that cool.

Clark:  Look, why don't you let me help you find out who did this to Chloe? Come on, you can stay at our house while you're in town. It beats living out of your car.

Lois:  Thanks. But you should know I don't pay attention to curfews and I never make my bed. I'll give you some time alone. 

Clark: Lois!

Clark: Chloe's still alive.

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