Smallville

Previously on "smallville"...

- Lex deserved to die. - Are you listening to yourself?

Oliver killed Lex Luthor. You're not one of us anymore.

You're making a big mistake.

Maybe I'm selfish.

I can't share you with the rest of the world.

You may be on some death-wish fast track,

but I could really use a little dose of hero about now.

You know that you're meant for more than this. This isn't you.

"My name is Oliver Queen, and I am..."

We have to get these people out of here now.

Oliver's standing on a land mine.

How'd you know the pressure plate wasn't real?

I didn't.

Is there any part of the person I used to know still there?

Maybe not. I took a look in the mirror, and you were right.

I've been running away from myself for a long time now.

But now I know who I really am.

Now, that's the face of a guy who's down on his luck.

I think my luck's about ready to turn around.

I don't remember seeing you earlier.

Maybe not. But I've seen you before.

Your type.

And what type is that exactly?

The player who can't find a game to satisfy him.

I'll admit I've lost a certain lust for life...

but luckily not other things.

Then play a game with me.

I'm all in.

It's not exactly the kind of game I had in mind.

You can only choose one.

You're not joining me?

Trips are more fun when they're for two.

This is just for you.

I promise, it'll be worth it.

Of course, you do have a choice.

But...

what do you have to lose?

Absolutely nothing.

What the hell?

What the hell is...

Smallville 905

Synchro: Flolo

Text Edits: VeRdiKT

About time you got home.

Shelby's great and all, but the conversation. A little one-sided.

Shouldn't you be riding a mechanical bull somewhere? It is Friday night.

Correction. It's movie night.

I hope you like sharks.

We're gonna start with my favorite one.

You have your hands full with all your laundry.

Maybe we should make movie night another weekend.

It's called "multitasking." You should try it sometime.

I hope I have enough detergent.

How do you even have anything left to wear?

Most guys wouldn't complain if I suddenly found myself shirtless.

Poor Clark. Here.

FYI... that did not just happen.

Come on!

It is called "Smallville" for a reason.

What else do you possibly have to do tonight?

It'll be fun.

Stop! Stop it!

You know what we need? Some popcorn.

Don't forget the extra butter.

Please!

See? We're already having fun.

Can anyone hear me?!

Come on... think.

Just think.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

The last time I trust a woman with a dragon tattoo.

You got to be kidding me.

It's a hell of a game you're playing, Winslow!

If the Toyman wants to play, you're gonna have to come out here

and face me like a man.

Winslow Schott isn't responsible, Mr. Queen.

Care to guess again?

Enough. This ends now!

If that's what you want,

just say the safe word and the game will stop.

What the hell are you talking about? I didn't get a safe word.

Because you didn't ask.

If you don't care enough to learn the rules,

you can't complain about the game continuing.

Who is this?!

I'll give you a hint.

Tell me, Mr. Queen, who did you destroy?

"Destroy."

I've ruined a lot of lives.

I better keep this simple.

Here's a yes-or-no question.

Have you had your rabies shot?

Are you like this at the movie theater, too?

These concession runs are really sweet,

but you're up and down more often than the Cubs' batting lineup.

It's all the onscreen suspense. I guess it makes me hungry.

What'd I miss?

There was this thing about a boat.

And then just lots of dum-dum-dum-dum,

dah-dum da-da da-da-da-da dum.

All right. You show up with every shark movie known to man

and 11 loads of laundry when I've seen you take socks to the dry cleaner.

Are you okay?

I'm fine.

Why wouldn't I be fine?

I'm totally not fine. Even if it is stupid.

But it's not stupid.

It's Oliver's birthday today,

and we always go out for beer pong on our birthdays.

But today is about to become yesterday in t-minus...

negative minutes.

It's over. He totally missed it.

How does a guy with nine phone numbers not return a phone call?

Probably just celebrating with someone else.

Tall, dark, and single.

Go figure.

Do you know something?

You would tell me if you did, right?

I'm sure Oliver's just fine.

But paying him a visit wouldn't hurt.

Great idea. Anchors up, captain. Let's go.

- It's Oliver. I really need your help. - We're sorry,

but your call cannot be completed as dialed.

- Come on! - You come on, Mr. Queen.

Did you really think it would be that easy?

Who the hell is this?

Just the woman I'm looking for.

I know exactly how you feel.

Don't make a scene.

The people who set the game in motion are here.

If they realize you're here, they'll kill you.

- And why should I trust you? - Trust your instincts.

When the chips are down, they're all you have.

All in?

Wait.

I don't even know your name.

It's Victoria! We don't have time for this!

We're gonna make time.

Now, you tell me who's behind the game!

I work for some nasty guys. They don't exactly have an H.R. Department.

It's my job to knock their targets out.

If you hadn't taken that pill, they would have killed me.

I'm gonna help you out of this, okay? Look at me.

In order to do that, I need to know what these people want with me.

- You understand? - I wish I knew. People hire them.

They never tell me the client's identity or end game.

Hell, I guess you're the only one that can answer that question.

Who did you hurt so badly that they'd want to see you dead?

Pick a name.

My personal wars have left a serious casualty list 'cause...

I kind of always figured it was easier for me to hurt the people I cared about

than to stick around long enough knowing

eventually I'd end up disappointing them anyway.

They found us!

Come on.

Listen to me. Look at me.

Let me go.

This is the only way I'll be free.

You listen to me. You got to fight, okay?

You got to hang on. Look at me.

Hands up!

No, wait a minute. You got the wrong guy, okay?

- Get up, now! - Listen to me!

You got the wrong guy!

Pants on, birthday boy. Party train's arrived.

I think people would prefer "knock" over "pants on."

We've already checked his jet and his apartment.

Unless he's under the couch.

Looks like his party train already left the station.

Without me on board?

Doubtful.

Why don't you let me take you home?

Why would Oliver want to relive the night someone tried to hindenburg him?

We should respect his privacy.

I can't imagine what he was going through just standing there.

He looks like he didn't even know the bomb got defused.

But then why is he...

Oh, my God.

He didn't know.

Oliver tried to kill himself.

Come on.

And you knew.

How could you keep something this serious from me?

I was trying to protect him.

From who? His friends?

Wait.

I didn't think he wanted anyone to know.

I'm not just anyone.

You lied to me.

You lied right to my face.

You said everything was fine.

Nothing about this... is fine.

Let me get this straight.

You've no I.D., no witnesses, and no alibi.

Why should I let a murderer walk free?

The people she works for... They came after us, okay?

- They shot her. - Gentlemen.