Smallville

And I need you to understand that.

I need you to get behind that.

These illegal aliens are stealing our jobs.

They're dodging taxes.

And like so many others,

they're thumbing their noses in the face

of truth, justice, and the American way.

It's time to sign off now,

but a big thank-you to my loyal followers.

We're small, but we're loud.

This is Gordon Godfrey saying night, y'all.

Stand up for the American dream.

Aah!

You will not be saved.

Don't put your faith in this hero menace.

I wrote this book because I am afraid for our nation,

terrified for the innocent people of this country,

who are counting on these vigilantes

to lift them up out of the darkness --

out of the darkness and into the light.

But these pretenders live in shadows.

These creatures lurk in dark corners of our society.

They claim to uphold laws,

but they're anarchists plain and simple. 50 bucks says the crackpot

with The Blur in his bonnet

is just gunning for a little attention.

Lois.

Hey.

We all want safety.

Sorry about the lame letter. I'm lousy at goodbyes.

No, I just figured that something happened.

You mean something like "go to Africa, Lois"?

Well, I may, um -- maybe I said that, but I --

I thought you wanted me to take the job.

No. It --

well, it -- look, I knew

it was a big break for your career.

Right, well, um...

But now that you're back, are we, uh...Partners?

Of course...

Unless you're disappointed I'm not blonder?

Cat?

No, she's, uh --

misguided.

Misguided.

She's no Lois Lane.

Well, obviously.

She actually was supposed to meet me here.

We were gonna cover the signing.

Oh.

Strangest thing about Miss Grant --

she was, um, conveniently volunteered

to cover a dog-sled race in Alaska.

Look into your hearts.

We know who our real heroes are,

and they are not these faceless mutants,

these aberrations skulking in the shadows.

Their powers serve their secret vigilante agenda.

They're really into this guy, aren't they?

Well, I'm -- I'm sure The Blur knows

that he is just taking potshots to sell books.

Yeah.

And this guy's probably not even on The Blur's radar.

...Serving our country instead of himself.

And what about this Blur --

a freak,

a pariah so disfigured

he doesn't dare show his face?

Is this the kind of savior

you want your children believing in?

I say no!

On second thought,

this blustering blowhard just crossed the line.

Break out the marshmallows, Clark.

I'm gonna roast this turkey.

Wait, Lois.

No one. I say stop the menace.

Look at that.

Isn't that your cousin, Clark?

"The Maiden of Might"? Seriously?

Alliterate much?

I need to find Kara.

Bye-bye, Barbie dream desk.

Maybe someone figured out where she flew off to.

I can't believe I just said that out loud.

You must've been pretty surprised

by your cousin's superhero status.

Well, yeah. She didn't tell me about it.

She must've had a close encounter with a meteor rock.

Yeah, a meteor rock -- that's what happened.

She was infected the last time she was in town.

Well, why would she flaunt her special skills?

Coming out is a -- is a terrible, terrible move.

You saw those crowds, Clark,

all their doubts and mistrust.

Yeah, mutant vigilantes?

I can't believe people would turn on their heroes that fast.

But in the end, Lois, she did win them over.

You never know.

Maybe if The Blur was more honest

and showed his face like Kara,

people would be able to trust him.

Maybe Godfrey's book wouldn't get so much attention.

That's a horrible idea.

The Blur got it right,

and Kara could learn a thing or two from him.

By not staying in the shadows,

she not only puts herself in danger,

she puts you in danger, too.

She put me in danger?

I mean everyone around her.

All I'm saying is Uber Girl makes for a great headline,

and people will swarm her with love today

and crucify her tomorrow.

Think about it, Clark.

Your captivating cuz needs

to hide those baby blues behind some glasses

and go undercover

before a hero-hater like Godfrey turns his sights on her.

You're sweet.

You're sexy.

You're powerful.

You're the woman of tomorrow -- today.

Let's take a break.

Let's take five, guys.

It's been a long time, Kal-El.

I've missed you.

I miss you, too.

Surprise seeing you today.

How long have you been in town?

You didn't come to Earth to be

the first superpowered pin-up girl.

It's critical I get my image

around the city as quickly as possible.

You just have to trust me, Kal-El.

I'm doing this for you.

Kara, this doesn't feel like much of a favor.

I searched so long for my mother,

and then I never found her.

You and I are the last survivors of the House of El.

And after everything we've been through together,

I had to come back

to the one place in the Universe I have family.

Well, what you're doing right now flies in the face

of how I've chosen to live on this planet my whole life.

We both know that.

Now, if you really care about family,

tell me what you're doing here and stop avoiding the question.

I didn't want to hurt you.

Jor-El has given me a mission,

and getting my powers and image around the city

are a part of it.

He gave you a mission?

What did he say?

He's let you go, Kal-El.

I'm sorry.

He says you're no longer his son.

Not a bad read.

Would you care to comment on your embarrassing save

by a certain girl wonder?

Bless my soul, it's Lois Lane.

If you want a quote, you'll have to get in line.

You can save

your holier-than-thou, made-for-tv platitudes

and drown them in some Holy water, mister.

I have had enough of you

blindly taking potshots at Metropolis' heroes.

You call yourself a journalist,

but you're just a blind follower of these vigilantes.

One of these so-called vigilantes

just saved your skin.

She risked people's lives

in a ploy to undermine the message of my book.

She may fly,

but I have a feeling that blonde bimbo is no angel.

I have people investigating.

They're going to find something on her

and the other superpowered mutants.

How would you feel

if someone started poking around in your life?

I have nothing to hide.

But I do know one vigilante who does -- Green Arrow.

A connection of mine who has toyed with him

gave me evidence that the archer

is really a certain depraved playboy --

your ex-boyfriend, I believe.

His secret identity will be revealed

when I release the final chapter of my book online tomorrow.

Even his true believers' faith will be shaken.

Wow.

Mortal combat meets wood-chipper --

I like it.

Too bad you have more to worry about right now than a 2x4.

Ah, I'm glad to see that Africa

managed to survive the whole Lois Lane invasion.

Tell me, what brings little miss cut-and-run back to town?

- Destiny. - That old thing?

Mm-hmm. You know, you're not fooling anyone

racking up all these airline miles.