Smallville

Ambush

Our "Eyes on the Ground" report target is in Smallville, sir.

Right on schedule.

So, what are you in the mood for?

Oh, I'm in the mood.

Just not for breakfast.

Lois...

The bedroom's upstairs.

Mm-hmm.

But the porch swing -- it's out there.

Target is on the move.

He's heading for the Kent Farm.

Target closing in on farmhouse.

Daddy. General Lane.

And Lucy.

Happy Turkey Day, sis.

The whole Lane family's together for the holidays.

- sync, corrected by elderman --

You don't have to be nervous, Lois.

Your dad just wants to spend time with you.

Oh, I think he's more interested in doing recon

on the man dating his daughter.

So, hopefully someone's monogrammed jacket has vanished in a blur.

I took care of it. Look, your dad's met me before.

Before we were a couple, Clark.

None of my other boyfriends

have ever survived The General's assault.

I'll be fine.

"Fine"?

Fine won't pass inspection.

You have to be perfect.

It is important to me that my dad likes you.

And it's important to me that you are happy.

There's nothing to worry about.

Except maybe if he finds out that you're a superhero.

My dad hates superheroes.

Hey.

Ah, that's a good cup of coffee.

Make yourself at home, daddy.

Your sister's still upstairs unpacking.

She could be all day.

It's good to see you, sir.

Mm.

So...

...Nothing much has changed around here.

Your mother still own the place?

It is in her name, but I --

I see.

You live in your mother's house.

And you work in a basement. Is that correct?

Well, it is the bullpen at The Daily Planet.

I work side-by-side with Lois.

Ah.

She seems to write more articles than you.

What exactly do you do with your time, Clark?

Oh, hey.

Daddy, uh, Clark and I work together a lot.

He just gives me the byline sometimes.

That's just how sweet he is.

Oh.

We look after each other. Good.

Because if Lois is gonna be spending any time around here,

I've had a look around, and there's a few things

that are gonna have to be brought up to code.

Like scrubbing the bathroom tile with a toothbrush?

That's number 17 on the list.

You're not kidding.

No, I never do...

Though I feel a little uncomfortable

inspecting the enemy camp.

Your mother is my major opposition in the Senate.

Oh. Does this mean you're finally running for office, daddy?

Uh, no, sweetheart.

I'm the Senior Military Adviser on a new bill --

the Vigilante Registration Act.

And by "vigilante," you mean...

Vigilantes -- weekend warriors in masks

who run around inciting Anarchy.

Well, I don't think they incite Anarchy.

They stop crime, protect people.

And they commit acts of terrorism.

Like the R.A.O. Tower in Metropolis,

blown to kingdom come.

No evidence of explosives. You want to know why?

Because one of them superfreaks did it.

Hmm. You know what?

Since we are pretending this is a holiday,

what say we make it official and take a furlough from work?

Clark, do you know who the real heroes of the world are?

The men and women of our Armed Forces.

They have to enlist,

go through background checks, training,

through our rules,

be held accountable for their actions.

People start believing in these so-called superheroes,

pretty soon the superheroes form cells,

start taking the law into their own hands.

No, I will not let them compromise our national security.

Mnh-mnh.

Lois, what do you think?

I think we need some veggies with our starches.

Baked or mashed?

Whatever The General would like, of course.

You know, when you need first aid,

you expect it to be in the first place you look.

It's over here.

Look at this --

new chairs, you got a whole new set-up going on.

You know, when I said you could move in,

I didn't think you'd actually move in.

Take off your shirt.

Like I haven't seen it all before.

Looks like you had a rough night.

Yeah.

Somewhere between chasing the bad guy

and dodging the press,

I ran into someone who literally had an ax to grind.

That sounds like some serious overtime.

But if I remember correctly,

your cure-all was two raw eggs in a Belgian beer, hmm?

Yeah, let me tell you something, Tess.

I can do this whole 9:00-to-5:00 thing with you, all right?

But I draw the line at Happy Hour.

How did you say you hurt yourself again?

It's just your typical ax-wielding maniac.

Scratched the surface.

Something's happening beneath the surface.

Your skin is reacting to the iodine.

That's a subdermal tattoo.

Oliver, I've seen this before.

This is the signal for the Suicide Squad.

The Suicide Squad, huh?

That's a hell of a name.

They're a hell of a team.

When I was working for Amanda Waller at Checkmate,

there were certain dirty jobs that a government Agent

just couldn't do -- not even us.

And Waller would send in the squad.

They were led by Rick Flag.

But they all died when Checkmate was attacked.

Wait a second. Wait a second.

I know this guy.

This guy tied me to a chair, he beat me to a pulp,

and then he wanted to kiss and make up.

I knew he got under my skin, but come on.

Wait. Flag survived?

He's recruiting a whole new squad.

I politely declined.

If he tagged you, he's tracking you.

Something tells me I'm not the only one.

We interrupt this scheduled program for breaking news.

A fire has broken out at a refinery in Smallville,

and Firefighters are rapidly losing ground against the blaze.

Clark should see this.

Remind him what a real hero is.

Hey. Hey.

They were out of cranberries.

The store must've had a fire sale, huh, Clark?

Where's Clark?

He...Went upstairs.

Leave you holding the bags?

What happened to being a gentleman, hmm?

Update on the refinery blaze.

The fire is out, thanks to The Blur.

Hmm.

Leave it to The Blur to turn a fire into a photo op.

Found the cranberries. They were in the...Truck.

Where were they, honey, under the hood?

Hmm.

I thought you said that Clark...

Went upstairs.

Yeah. He was upstairs... Outside.

Checking the chimney.

Thanks.

Excuse me.

It's not a good time.

You're where?

I'll be right there.

Lois, I need to go chop some wood!

Get me a work-up on Clark Kent --

Kilo Echo November Tango.

He's hiding something.

That's exactly what I was afraid of.

Flag's tracking me, too?

Which is a bit surprising,

considering your impermeable skin.

He must've used Blue Kryptonite.

Oliver, we have to figure out why he's tracking us.

Yeah, Tess is working on that back at Watchtower, which...

I appreciate the help,

but she's running around there like she owns the building.

If it wasn't for her,

we wouldn't know about these tattoos.

We wouldn't even be on Flag's trail.

You got to go.

What, the window? What are we, 16?

Now.

Lucy.

Did I hear you talking to someone up here, Clark?

No.