Smallville

Lois, you've had a near-death experience. You should be resting.

What are we doing out here?

I'm going to find out what Lex is up to.

Clark, you, on the other hand, are not required to attend.

After what happened to Lana, why don't you take up Chloe's offer...

and hang out with her at the Talon?

It's dangerous out here.

And it seems that keeping you out of trouble has become a bad habit of mine. Besides,

it gives me a good opportunity to say goodbye.

You can't break up with me, Clark. We're not even a couple.

Lois, I'm leaving Smallville...

after Lana's funeral.

Wow, didn't see that coming.

Where are you running away to?

Up north. There's something I need to do.

Well, what about the farm? You can't just let the corn die on the vine.

My neighbor Ben Hubbard, he's gonna run things for a while.

What's wrong, Lois? I thought you'd be happy to get rid of me.

Are you kidding? Who am I gonna pick on?

I'm sure you'll find someone.

Now, which direction did you enter the dam from?

Southeast. Follow me.

What is that?

Holy crap, this is amazing.

Check this out, Clark.

Oh, my god.

What do you think it is?

Lois, it's probably just some sort of experimental airplane.

Then why aren't there any windows?

And those symbols -

They aren't like any airline logos I've ever seen.

If you ask me, we're looking at a real live spaceship.

Come on, Lois. You and I both know that they don't really exist.

And based on this algae, it looks like it's been underwater for a while.

Lois?

That's what happens when you touch my stuff.

Go get your girlfriend and don't ever come back.

I'm serious. You need to go to the hospital.

What? For this little bump? My head has been bonked a lot harder than that.

- Where's my laptop? - What happened to you guys?

You are gonna want to lock me in the loony bin when I tell you this, but Clark and I...

just saw a spaceship.

Lois' imagination has finally kicked into overdrive.

It was probably just some sort of styrofoam prop for a school play.

Right. That makes sense, actually.

Okay, but the world I live in - school props don't knock people unconscious.

I'm thinking maybe a force field.

How many times do I have to tell you, Lois? You slipped in the mud,

you hit your head on a rock.

I was the one who helped you to your feet. Why do you think I've got mud all over me?

I know what I saw, Smallville,

and once I change out of these clothes, I'm going straight to The Inquisitor.

My editor is gonna flip.

- Tell me she's just seeing things. - It's what she didn't see, Chloe.

A kryptonian girl with blond hair and a bad attitude.

She moved so fast that Lois didn't even know what hit her.

- A kryptonian attacked Lois? - Yeah, right before she came after me.

Chloe, not only is she as strong as I am...

she can fly.

Whoa.

Sounds like we got ourselves a true-blue supergirl.

Well, define super.

Nearly every kryptonian I've come across has turned into a cold-blooded killer.

Yeah. What is it with you people?

Are you the only half-decent member of your kryptonian race?

Listen, I got to go back to the dam. If you can -

Wow, a lot of painkillers for someone who's not feeling any pain.

It's just a little headache.

By the time I get back to The Inquisitor, I'll be good as gold.

You've lost consciousness. You could very well have a concussion.

Well, I'll let you know if I'm seeing double when I'm typing my story.

You know, Lois, no. I'm sorry.

But after everything we've just been through together,

I'm not letting you put yourself in danger. I'm taking you to the hospital.

- Okay - Okay.

But 10 minutes, and I'm gone. I don't have time...

to just sit around all day in a waiting room...

Well, I'm glad someone has something to smile about.

Well, this smile means that you've been cleared of all charges.

You're a free man, Mr. Luthor.

- On what grounds? - They caught the killer.

A disgruntled employee from your tunnel-construction crew...

claimed he got cancer from the chemicals down there.

He blew up my wife to get back at me?

That's what he said in his confession.

Come on. Let's get out of this cage.

I'll buy you a big, juicy porterhouse.

He didn't do it.

Lex, they found his fingerprints at the scene. He confessed to the crime.

I don't care what kind of evidence there is. The man did not murder my wife.

- As your attorney - - As my attorney,

I want you to set up a meeting with this disgruntled employee.

- I want to hear it from him. - What's the point?

I'm not sure Lana's dead.

Move along, sir. This is a crime scene.

Lex, I thought you'd be sharpening your shiv behind bars by now.

Someone else confessed.

Once again, a Luthor snake manages to slither away from the grip of justice.

How much did you have to pay this poor guy?

I didn't pay him anything.

Apparently, my father did before he disappeared.

The man who confessed happens to be dying of cancer.

He wanted his family taken care of.

It doesn't matter what legal sleight of hand you pulled this time, Lex.

- It's not bringing Lana back. - What if she isn't dead, Chloe?

Lex, you're already free.

You don't need to keep coming up with more convoluted conspiracy theories.

As you probably know, before Lana "died,"

she managed to steal highly classified research from me.

Lana's remains have all been positively I.D.'d down to every last strand of DNA.

I'm well aware of the DNA evidence.

Look, Chloe, you're Lana's best friend.

If she told anyone about her plan, it would be you.

Tell me, Chloe.

Tell me everything you know.

Here's everything I know, Lex.

You need some serious psychiatry.

Hey, are you all right?

Uh, yeah, I'm fine.

But you know, your little kryptonian gal pal is been showing up all over Lowell county.

Have you seen her since she went all space-shuttle?

No, but I found her victims -

Two dead park rangers right where her ship used to be.

I need to find her before she hurts someone else.

Well, I-I think she's still grounded, considering these 911 calls coming in.

Three different preschools called and reported some...

blond woman storming in, scaring the children.

Where was she last seen?

Can't catch me!

What's your name?

It's okay. I won't hurt you.

Cody.

What about you? What's your name?

Whatever you're doing, it stops now.

You again. You following me?

Humans can't move that fast. Who are you?

Doesn't matter. I'm not gonna let you kill one more person.

I haven't killed anyone. At least not yet.

But you're starting to tempt me.

You want to tell me what you're doing on Earth?

You can trust me.

Looking for a small boy.

I've searched everywhere with no luck.

This boy have a name?

Kal-El.

Lois, a story about a spaceship is not gonna send your career into the stratosphere.

It'll embarrass you.

It's the truth, Chloe. I saw it with my own eyes.

Lois, you don't know what you saw.

Besides, I'm still trying to resuscitate my credibility...

after writing about the Smallville believe-it-or-not set.

We are talking about an alien invasion. Two men are dead.

You know if you were there, you'd be clacking away on the keyboard as we speak.

Not now. The Daily Planet just hired a new editor wonder boy from the Star City Post.

And spaceships are not the stuff of good first impressions.

Did I hear someone say spaceship?

Didn't anyone teach you that eavesdropping is rude?

Eavesdropping is my livelihood.

Grant Gabriel, your new editor.

Actually, she doesn't work here. I do.

- I'm Chloe - - Anne Sullivan,

former editor of the Smallville High Torch,

taking Met U. Journalism classes by night while writing...

filler stories sandwiched between sofa ads by day.

Tell me about your close encounter.

Can't share a trade secret. I work for your rival, The Inquisitor.

Our rival?

This is the Daily Planet,

read in virtually ever country across the globe. We have no rival.

That's true.

Besides, The Planet wouldn't publish a story like that anyway.

See, that's the kind of old-guard thinking...

that's putting newspapers in the crapper all around this country.

Since when is truth in journalism old guard?

Well, she says it's true. I believe her.

I'll tell you what.

You deliver me your spaceship story, a story that will sell papers,

And you've got yourself a job here.

- Are you serious? - Do I sound like I'm joking?

You can't be Kal-El.

He's a sweet, chubby baby who laughed when you tickled his feet.

- You knew me on Krypton? - Yeah. I used to watch over you.

I don't understand.

I mean, I left the planet right after you. We were on the same trajectory.

Your ship -

It seemed to be underwater for a long time.

You must have crash-landed during the meteor shower into the reservoir.

When the dam broke, it finally brought you to the surface.

How long was I in suspended animation?

18 years.

My imbedded learning programs covered a lot of scenarios, but this...

clearly wasn't one of them.

Kara, why are you searching for me?

My father, Zor-El, told me to find you.

That was my mission.

Zor-El?

Zor-El and Jor-El are brothers.

Then that makes us...

cousins.

Jor-El never mentioned your dad.