First aired April
20th, 2005
Provided by
Suzanne
Proofread by Deanna
staring right back into space
a memory can't be erased
I know
because I tried
start to feel the emptiness
and everything I'm gonna miss
I know
all this time is passing by
I think it's time to just move on
when you come back down
if you land on your feet
I hope you find a way to make it back to me
when you come around
I'll be there for you
don't have to be alone
with what you're going through
start to breathe and fake a smile
it's all the same after a while
I know
that you are tired
carrying the ones you lost
a picture frame with all the thoughts
I know
you hold inside
I hope that you can find your way
back to the place that you belong
when you comeback down...
Chloe: You're all gonna pay. Now, that's what I calla
torch. Genius.
Lana: "Election of prom royalty" is an archaic and elitist ritual whose time has come and gone." Chloe Sullivan strikes again.
Chloe: What? Oh, please don't tell me I lost you to tiara fever, too.
Lana: No, but balloons and taffeta seem a little harmless compared to your usual targets.
Chloe:
Well, this is how I see it. Homecoming is for jocks, graduation
is for P.T.'s, and prom is the rite of passage that's for all of
us. It's supposed to be a culmination of four years of
memories. Why do we have to ruin it with the pinnacle of a
popularity contest?
Lana: 
So does that mean I order more
pizza for the Brad Pitt marathon?
Chloe: What, you're not going? What happened
with Jason?
Lana: Showing up with the coach that got fired for dating his
student -- that is an entrance I could live without. 
Chloe: Right.
Lana: Besides, after imagining
something for four years, I just don't think it could live up to
expectations.
Chloe: Well, not if you're part of the half-empty persuasion.
And the Lana I know wouldn't cop out like that. Come on, Lana, it's
gonna be so much fun. Lex even got Lifehouse to play for the seniors.
You can help me bring stag back in style.
Dawn: Excuse me. Coming
through.
Chloe: Smells like school spirit.
Dawn: Chloe, you may think bashing
a sacred school tradition 
in your tabloid rag is cool,
but I think it's disgusting.
Chloe: Lighten up, Dawn. You'll get your throne,
because this entire school is terrified of you and your vicious rumor
mill.
Dawn: Kill me now. You are such the hypocrat.
Chloe: Hypocr-- I'm sorry,
whatever it is that you're saying to me is getting lost in translation.
Dawn: Don't play stupid. The only reason your picture's on that wall is
because of your lame article.
Chloe: What picture? 
What wall?
Dawn: I would say, may the
best girl win. But I think we both know who that is, hmm? Laters.
Lana: So
apparently, I'm not the only one who enjoyed your article... your
highness. Good luck.
Lex: Who found her?
Guard: The gardener -- he
was digging a drainage ditch. The guy's pretty shaken up.
Lex: How long has she
been dead?
Guard: At least a day.
Jason: Lex...oh, my god.
Lex: Jason, what are you doing
here?
Jason: I came to talk to you about some reports, 
and then I saw security run out
of the mansion.
Guard: I found this, sir. We got an I.D.
Lex: Bridgette Crosby.
Jason: I
know that name. I've come across it several times in my research. She
works for Virgil Swann, the billionaire.
Lex: Look, this doesn't concern you.
Jason: If it has anything to do with the artifacts, it concerns me.
Lex: Edwards, Lyle, will you please escort Mr. Teague to his car?
Clark: Now, should I bow to
you when I see you, or...
Chloe: Cute. Very cute. What about boycotting the
vote didn't anyone understand?
Clark: Oh, they understand it perfectly. You
see, you are the boycott. I mean, think about it. For the last four
years, everybody's been trying to break out of the stereotype they've
been stuck in. You're the battle cry.
Chloe: Oh. The great Smallville High Prom
coup, huh? Clark, you didn't happen to have anything to do with this,
did you?
Clark: I may have spoken to a few people. 
Now, I know you're not gonna
let me storm this Bastille alone. So who is Smallville's most eligible
bachelor taking to Prom?
Clark: I was actually thinking of sitting this one
out.
Chloe: What? Oh, not you, too. Wait, let me guess. You spent four years
imagining what it would be like, and you just don't think it's gonna live
up to your expectations.
Clark: Something like that.
Chloe: So you're gonna let
me break out of my rut onstage, wearing a sash, while you're at home
playing the what if game for the 900th time.
Clark: I never said you were in
a rut.
Chloe: Yeah, but I am, and I'm not alone. You know, Clark, in a couple of
weeks, we're gonna graduate from this adolescent fantasy, and we're not
gonna have a rut to fall back into. The thing about expectations, Clark, is they're supposed to drive you to do
more with your life, not stop you from living it. Personally, I think
the future holds a lot more promise for you than you give it credit.
Dawn: So,
2:00 is tanning, 3:00 is nails, 4:00 is hair, and the limo picks us up at
6:00.
Harmony: If I were you, I'd be more concerned about 12:00.
Dawn: We don't need to
start that early.
Harmony: No, Dawn. 12:00. Is that your boyfriend crushing on a
freshman?
Dawn: She is so not making pep squad. First off, Wonder Bra, laters.
The Talon? Hi, can you say "mortified"? I mean, Prom is only 27 hours
away.
Billy: Yeah, about that. I'm not going.
Dawn: Don't be stupid. 
Billy: Dawn, it's over.
Dawn: What?
Billy: It
should've been over a long time ago. I'm not hanging around just so that
I can be a bow tie that matches your dress.
Dawn: You can't break up with
me the day before Prom.
Billy: It's over.
Dawn: Billy!
Girl: That's harsh.
Dawn: Forget it. He's
so yesterday's mystery meat. Okay. Massive re-strategy. I
can't go to Prom alone. I need my king. Get me a yearbook.
Dawn: I need me some of this!
Genius. Harmony, check out this profile. Okay, gorgeous, captain of the
football team, and single long enough that I'm not sloppy seconds.
Mm-hmm. Get me the digits for Clark Kent. Uh-huh... uh-huh.
Dawn: Aah! Stop! Please,
stop! Wait! Stop!
Martha: Holy crap. I'm Clark Kent's mom.
[ Ashlee Simpson's "La La" playing loudly ]
Clark: Mom? mom! What's going on?
[ Giggles ]
Martha: Hi...son.
Clark: What's for dinner?
Martha: Dinner? Oh, right. Here,
start with this. It's really yummy.
Clark: Are you feeling okay?
Martha: I'm great. I
was wanting to ask you, do you have a date for the Prom yet?
Clark: Mom, I told
you I'm not going to the prom.
Martha: What? You have to go!
Clark: Well, I kind of
wanted to go with Lana, but --
Martha: Lana Lang? 
You can't be serious. You two
are so last year. Clark, your Prom is the most memorable night of your
life. I am not going to let you miss it. You can take me.
Clark: Mom, you're
already going, remember, with Dad? You're chaperones.
Martha: Oh...yeah. Right.
Cool.
[ Sneezes ]
[ Sneezes ]
Lois: Oh, I swear, the dog knows I'm allergic. He follows me
around wherever I go. He's torturing me.
Martha: So...this is your little secret.
You're taking her to the Prom, aren't you?
Clark: Lois?
Lois: Mrs. Kent, a lot of
things are possible in this world, but there will be a man on Mars before Clark and I go to a Prom together.
Martha: So, what, you two just get together
and mack, but keep it on the down low 
in public?
Clark: Mom!
Lois: I don't mean to be
rude, Mrs. Kent, but, uh, did you crack open the cooking sherry?
Martha: Of
course not. I'm just super pumped about Prom. Well, I'm gonna go.
Clark: Mom,
maybe I should take you to the Talon tonight.
Martha: The Talon? Oh, right, I
work there. Uh, no, I can drive myself. Laters.
Lois: "Laters"?
Girl 1: I'm
psyched Billy dumped dawn. She was getting so stuck-up.
Girl 2: I heard he
already hooked up with Sue Ann Gardner.
Martha: Sue Ann Gardner is a big fat ho.
Lana: Mrs. Kent?
Martha: Oh. Hi, Lana. Shouldn't you be at school helping with the
decorations? The prom committee needs all the help they can get.
Lana: I'm not
gonna go to the prom.
Martha: Why, you think you're so above it all?
Lana: No, of
course not.
Martha: Oh, come on. 
Poor little orphan girl...
going off to your fancy French Art School, going out with a big college
guy...
Lana: I don't have to listen to this.
Martha: Hey.
Lana: Genius.
Clark: Lana, have you seen
my mom?
Lana: Forget about your mom, Clark. I have been meaning to ask you
something.
Clark: Yeah, sure, what is it?
Lana: Well, I know that it's kind of
last-minute, but I thought it'd be totally amazing if we went to Prom together.
Clark: Us? Lana, what about Jason?
Lana: Clark, it's you I want to go
with. Don't you want to go with me?
Clark: Well, I mean, I...
Lana: Awesome, it's a
date. I've gotta get back to the school and help set up. They're lost
without me. 
Laters.
Clark: Mom... Mom, are you all
right?
Martha: For the life of me, I can't remember how I got here.
Lana: Looking
great, guys. That's perfect, but remember to use enough tape, okay? Too
much is always better than not enough.
[ Gasps ]
Lana: Gimme that. Harmony, this is supposed to be cotton candy
pink. Why is it sea foam green?
Harmony: Nice Dawn Stiles impersonation.
Girl: Yeah,
you have the queen bitch control freak down pat.
Lana: What's that supposed to
mean?
Harmony: Where is Dawn, anyway?
Girl: I have no clue, and honestly, we'll get way
more done without her ordering us around.
Billy: So I'll see you guys tomorrow? 
Lana: You worked up quite a sweat.
Billy: Hey, Lana, I didn't expect to see you decorating for the Prom.
Lana: Well,
maybe there's more to me than meets the eye. Heard you got over Dawn Stiles pretty quick.
Billy: I couldn't stand to spend another second with her.
I mean her voice, it's a little too nails on a chalkboard, you know
what I mean?
Lana: No, I don't know what you mean! But I have an idea. Why
don't you go clean up, and then we can hang out and get to know each
other better?
Billy: Be right back.
Clark: Chloe. Have you seen Lana?
Chloe: The only people
here are the school spirit club spreading their Prom-aganda. Why?
Clark: There's
something going on. My mom started to act strange. It's like she's
channeling some inner teenager, now Lana's not acting like herself. 
Chloe: Well, if you think she is
here decorating for the prom, that definitely falls under altered states.
Billy: Lana, What are you doing in here?
Lana: Nobody breaks up with Dawn Stiles.
Billy: Aah!
[ Clark super speeds away ]
Chloe: Clark?
Clark: Lana, What's going on?
Lana: I don't
know.
Clark: Lana, you were just in there.
Lana: I don't even know how I got to
school.
Chloe: That was Clark. He's at the hospital. Billy's gonna
make a full recovery.
Lana: Good. Clark said he saw me come out of that locker
room. Do you think I could've done anything when I was blacked out? Why
would I ever hurt Billy Durden?
Chloe: You wouldn't. But Dawn Stiles would.
Lana: Dawn? The girl most likely to be Prom Queen?
Chloe: People were saying that you
were acting freakishly like her, and Clark's mom was acting very Dawn-ish
before she came back on-line at The Talon.
Lana: That's the last thing I
remember before blacking out, talking to Martha Kent in the Talon.
Chloe: And Mrs. Kent says the last thing she remembers is driving along route 54.
That's where they found Dawn's body, at the bottom of Carlton Gorge - the
mother load of all meteor rock.
Lana: Oh, my god.
Chloe: They have her in the
emergency room. She's in a deep coma. 
Lana: So you think that her spirit was
somehow able to take over Martha and then transfer into me?
Chloe: Well, we are
in Smallville, and, I mean, what would the Senior Prom be without a
body-snatching Prom Queen?
Clark: Lana, are you okay?
Lana: Yeah, I just feel really
horrible. I have no idea what I did.
Clark: Well, you didn't do anything. You
were inhabited by Dawn Stiles.
Chloe: And the question is, now that we have the
old Lana back, where's the new Dawn?
Harmony: How is she?
Clark: Well, she's
barely hanging on. She's got massive head injuries, and she's
severely disfigured.
Harmony: Disfigured? No, it couldn't be. My face was so
perfect. Eww...gross.
Nurse: Uh, you're not allowed in here.
Harmony: Really.
Lana: I'm terrified to even
think what else I could've said or done during that last hour.
Clark: So you
don't remember what you said to me at The Talon today?
Lana: Oh, no. What'd I
say?
Clark: You just, um, asked me to Prom.
Lana: Oh. Really?
Clark: It wasn't you, though,
right? It was Dawn.
Woman: Code blue, room 256. Code blue, room
256.
Nurse: Excuse me, are you friends of Dawn's?
Clark: Yes, what happened?
Nurse: There's
nothing they can do. I'm afraid she passed on. I'm sure she didn't
suffer. I'm sorry.
Lex: Find anything interesting?
Jason: Yeah, as a matter
of fact, I did. 
Lex: You've crossed the line, Jason.
I take my privacy very seriously.
Jason: And I take murder very seriously. It
says here you sent an e-mail to Bridgette Crosby.
Lex: I never denied I knew
her.
Jason: Confirming a meeting between the two of you here at the Luthor
mansion on the same morning she was found face-down in the dirt.
Lex: Well, Ms. Crosby never showed up for that meeting.
Jason: You mentioned an item in
your e-mail. I assume you're talking about an artifact. What were you
gonna do, you were gonna buy it from her, or were you gonna take it with
force?
Lex: I don't need to explain myself to you, Jason.
Jason: No, but you're
gonna have to explain it to the police.
Lex: Look, I have no interest being in
the middle of a murder investigation I had nothing to do with, not to
mention the media circus that comes with it.
Jason: There was a dead body found
on your property, Lex. It's kinda hard to ignore.
Lex: Trust me, I'm not. 
Jason: Who are you trying to protect? You? Your father?
Lex: Burying bodies in the backyard isn't exactly a hobby of
mine, Jason.
Jason: Yeah, well, covering up a homicide isn't exactly a hobby of
mine. I think I'll go have a chat with the sheriff.
Lois: I just went to see
the allergist. This says I owe $200.
Man: Actually, it's $215, including lab
fees.
Lois: But all they did was stick a bunch of needles in my back and make
me really itchy. What's that all about?
Man: Well, they need to find out what
you're allergic to.
Lois: I know what I'm allergic to. He's got four legs and
drools. What I need is a prescription. Please. A dog's life depends on
it.
Nurse: Miss, Maybe I can help you.
Clark: Hey, you guys look great.
Jonathan: Clark,
the only reason we agreed to be chaperones was because of you.
Clark: I
know. It's a little backwards. My parents are going to the Prom, and I'm
staying home to wait up for them.
Jonathan: Son, when you're older, we don't want
you to have to look back on high school and regret not going to the Prom.
Clark: Dad, I'm not sure that standing by the punch bowl and watching bad
dancing is a memory I'm gonna cherish.
Jonathan: I wouldn't be so sure about that, Clark. I'll bring the truck around.
Martha: I think I know why you're not going
tonight.
Clark: When I was a freshman, I remember standing outside and watching
the seniors going into Prom. The guys in their tuxes and the girls in
their dresses. I guess I always thought that that would be Lana and me.
Martha: Oh, Clark... things don't always end up the way you picture them, but
sometimes they can end up even better if you give them a chance. If you change your mind, I put
your tux by the door.
Clark: You rented me a tux?
Martha: Just in
case.
Clark: Mom...
Lois: Well? How do
I look?
Clark: Looks
like you’re going to the Prom.
Lois: I am. And you’re taking me! I’m not going to let you sit
around moping all night while your parents go out and do the Electric Boogaloo all night. It’s gonna be fun.
Clark: No, I’m not going.
Lois: Massive re-strategy.
You’re going to your senior Prom whether you like it or not. End of
discussion. Put on your tux.
Clark: Lois, wasn’t this not in
the realm of possibilities?
Lois: Anything is possible,
Clark. Anything.
Jason: Over here, Sheriff. Wait a second. The body was
right here. It was right next to this rock. They must have just built
this gazebo.
Adams: Well, according to the
county records, the gazebo has been here since before the Luthors even
heard of Smallville.
Jason: Sheriff, I know what I
saw!
Adams: Uh-huh, the dead and
decaying body of one Bridgette Crosby. Mr. Teague, I’ll level with you. A good murder mystery is just the kind
of thing I could use right about now. The thing is, you can’t have a
murder without a victim, and see, this Bridgette Crosby, there’s no
record she ever existed.
Jason: This
is crazy. Of course she existed.
Adams: Well, every government
database from the IRS to the PTA happens to disagree with you. I even
went on one of those Google searches. It kept asking me if I meant
“Bing” Crosby.
Jason: The gardener. The
gardener found the body. Did you question him?
Adams: I questioned the entire
landscaping staff.
Jason: It’s Lex. He’s paid them
off or he’s intimidating them.
Adams: Or you’re yanking my
rope. Mr. Teague, the next time you say there’s been a killing, I
better see a stiff.
Jason: Hello, Mother? Oh, it’s done. Lex took care of the body just like we
wanted. Mm-hmm. I love you too.
Lois: Isn’t
this amazing? Oh, aren’t you so glad you came, Clark? We are gonna have
so much fun!
Clark: Okay, Lois, you got me
here. You can stop laying it on.
Lois: I’m gonna go get some
punch.
Chloe: Come
on, Chloe. You can do this. Hey. Haven’t I seen you
here before?
Clark: Well, maybe this time we
won’t have any natural disasters.
Chloe: I’m really surprised
that you made it.
Clark: Yeah, well, remember all
those regrets we were talking about? I think not seeing you with a
crown on your head would be at the top of the list.
Chloe: I’m glad you’re here.
Lois: Clark! Clark! It’s called an escort for
a reason.
Chloe: And
you’re here. In pink. Why?
Lois: I came to, uh, cheer you
on, of course.
Woman: Excuse me, everybody!
Excuse me! Thanks, guys. If I could just get your attention for a moment.
Thank you. It is time for the big announcement.
Chloe: Okay, if by some weird
reason I win, the tiara burning party is at my house.
Lois: Let’s get closer. Come
on.
Woman: You voted and the
results are in. This year’s Smallville High Prom Queen is. Chloe Sullivan! Come on up here, Chloe!
Lois: Congratulations! What the hell am I doing
in a dress, and what the hell am I doing at your Prom?
Clark: Oh,
no.
Lois: Did you pin that on me?
Clark: I’ll explain later,
Lois.
Lois: A little close to the
boob, don’t you think?
Chloe: Oh, my gosh, you guys,
thank you so much! This is so totally awesome! I guess I could say I’ve
looked to the stars and wished for this moment ever since I was a
little girl. You can dream of standing here your whole life, but right
now, looking down on all of you, I just. This is just so totally genius! Thank you so much! Although, I just
have to say, that the
person who really deserves this honor is Dawn Stiles. No, seriously, you guys!
Seriously! She gave so much of herself, way more than Chloe Sullivan.
Students: Chloe! Chloe! Chloe!
Chloe! Chloe! Chloe! Chloe!
Chloe: Anyway, I promise this will be one night that I will always remember...
and you will never forget.
Lois: Okay,
Smallville. I clicked my heels together three times and nothing
happened. Better tell me what’s going on.
Clark: Dad? Dad, you okay?
Jonathan: Yeah. Chloe, she’s
not—she’s not acting like herself. She took off down the stairs. I-I’m
fine.
Clark: Dad, I need you to get
something for me.
Chloe: You’re
all gonna pay. Now, that’s what I call
a Torch. How did you do that?
Clark: I know it’s you, Dawn.
You don’t want to do this.
Chloe: All those years I kept
trying to be what everyone else wanted. And it turns out those losers
don’t even care. This was supposed to be the best night of my life and
they laughed at me!
Clark: Let Chloe go!
Chloe: I will. See, Clark, there’s a whole life after high school, and I can be
whoever I want. Clark?
Clark: The crown’s mine, bitch. Genius.
Jonathan: Dawn!
Clark: Seriously, Mr. Kent. You
can’t stop me.
Jonathan: That may be true. But
I can stop my son.
Clark: What are you doing? What
is that?
Jonathan: It’s time for you to
leave, Dawn!
Clark: Aah! Chloe! Are you okay?
Chloe: Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks.
Clark: I think you dropped
something. Congratulations, Chloe.
Clark: Listen, Lois.
Lois: Your parents filled me
in. Apparently some girl named Dawn was possessing me.
Clark: Yeah, well, that’s the
short version.
Lois: Yeah, well, that’s the
last time I’ll ever do my hair.
Clark: Look, I’m sorry you got
pulled into all of this.
Lois: Don’t worry about it. I
never quite made it to my senior Prom. But the punch could use a
little kick.
Clark: You know, I was thinking
since you did get all dressed up and you came here with me... you
should at least get a dance out of it.
Lois: Chivalry noted, but I’m
not the one you want to dance with, Clark. She is. Go. Hey.
You know, a year from now, this is all gonna seem like a lifetime ago. Chloe: That’s
funny because it feels like just yesterday when he deserted that
nervous freshman on the dance floor.
Lois: You’re headed for
Metropolis. You are destined to be a big shot reporter at the Daily
Planet. Do you really picture Clark Kent being able to keep up with
you?
Chloe: You know, Lois, I think
Clark might have a lot more to offer than you realize.
Lois: I wouldn’t bet on it.
Clark: May I have this dance?
Lana: I
thought you’d never ask.
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