Smallville

Previously on Smallville...

Lois.

Lois Lane?

She's the one who got this whole thing started.

Calling those costume vigilantes heroes?

And I thought those "Sex and The City" girls had gaudy taste.

You might tell that to its owner,

the Goddess Queen Isis.

She spent eternity searching for the cut-up pieces

of her dead husband.

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

Of course.

Unless you're disappointed I'm not blonder.

Cat.

She's no Lois Lane.

People have these so-called vigilantes all wrong.

I am Green Arrow.

I'm sorry.

For everything I've done that's destroyed your trust.

You betrayed me, Tess.

What's your name?

I'm Alexander.

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

Yeah, uh, so, I'm not really sure about the spotlight.

You know, to me it seems a little...

Necessary. I want everyone to see you

the moment you start down from the skylight.

You want me to zip-line in?

Oh, it will make the gala.

We'll set you up with a wire and harness.

Imagine their faces as you come flying in --

daring, invincible.

The fans will love you.

Yeah, all right. Yeah, yeah, no, I like it.

But I'm not gonna need the wire.

I'll just go ahead and use my grappling gun for that.

Our insurance doesn't cover that,

which reminds me -- do you have a helmet?

Uh...

Okay, no harness, no helmet.

So after our guys finish moving everything

over to the exhibit hall,

we'll set up a platform next to the sarcophagus,

which is where... You'll land.

And then the Green Arrow Girls will come out.

"Green Arrow Girls." Really?

Billionaire by day and hero by night.

Oliver, you're better than Christmas.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

"Isis...

A tale of eternal love."

That's quite a title you chose.

You know, my love life may not be

in the same shape it was when I started funding this project,

but, uh, I still believe in the story.

And you're hoping that wherever she may be,

some feisty little blonde is gonna get the message.

Excuse me.

If only you still were the same guy that Chloe fell for

and not a caricature of him.

What are you up to, Oliver?

This city has embraced me.

I'm trying to give something back.

Groupie love isn't real love, Oliver.

You used to know that.

Do you even know what real love looks like anymore?

Oliver, we have a, uh, very serious problem.

The, uh, Amulet of Isis, is, uh, missing.

What a shame.

But what do they say, Oliver?

The show must go on.

Well, as far as I'm concerned,

the thief will get what they deserved.

According to legend, the necklace is cursed.

Whatever soul dares possess it will be condemned

to spend all of eternity in Hell.

Clark, you don't have to hide the truth any longer.

I know your secret.

And I get why you didn't tell me for so long.

But the fact is,

knowing you're The Blur just makes me love you even more.

And I sound like a bad soap opera.

You know what I need?

I need a good headline -- something -- something snappy,

something like...

"Hey, Clark,

you were Blur-rific."

Damn it!

Really?

"Hey, Clark...

Do you remember when The Blur and I kissed?"

"How could I, Lois? I wasn't there."

"But you were.

Because I could tell it was you from the kiss."

"Does it change the way you feel about me?"

When I realized that the man I loved and the hero I admired

were the same person,

it was like everything just...Fit into place.

I'm -- I'm gonna start with coffee and doughnuts.

Carpe diem, Lois.

You can do this.

And by tomorrow,

you will be living in a brand-new world.

Concerned look. Stoic silence.

What are you wearing, anyway?

I'm telling Lois my secret.

Okay, that's officially

the biggest news I've heard all day.

Why now?

I saw the future... Recently.

Okay, now, that's officially

the biggest news I've heard all day.

You know you sound crazy when you talk like that, right?

In the future, Lois already knew about me.

What I didn't see was how I told her or when.

My instincts have always been to keep my secret,

but then I see five minutes of a future

that seems too good to be true, and --

so you came over here hoping that I would

try to talk you out of telling her, right?

No.

Maybe.

Well, I hate to break it to you, but I say "go for it."

Coming out was the best thing I ever did.

I can finally be myself around here.

And it turns out, people actually like the real me.

That's an understatement.

Look at this.

"For breakfast after a long night keeping us safe."

This is the sweetest thing.

Ohh. And...

...My new favorite cereal.

And they sent spoons.

If I remember correctly,

you coming out to Lois did not have a happy ending.

You told Lois the truth, and she dumped you.

That -- we broke up.

All right?

Look, Lois and I were never really meant to be together.

Clark, she loves you.

That makes you a lucky man.

Take it from me --

living without love is not really living.

It's just sort of...

Existing.

The question you have to ask yourself...

Is what are you willing to risk for love?

Morning, Lois.

Clark.

Doughnut?

You choose first.

There...Are so many choices.

Lois, I've been meaning -- I have a confession to --

uh...

Oh.

What were you gonna say, Clark?

Hi, hi.

Hope I'm not interrupting anything.

Hey.

Oh, doughnuts.

No, no.

Wow.

You Metropolis girls do have your own sense of...

You should see what's underneath the jacket.

Oliver asked me to cover the gala at the museum.

It's themed.

Oh, did you not get an invitation?

Tsk. Sucks.

Won't this be the greatest,

working together again?

Our names looked terrific side by side on that byline.

I mean, it's like we were meant to be partners, Clark.

You're the Popeye to my Olive.

The Mickey to my Minnie.

The sick to my stomach.

A source confirmed the museum is missing a valuable artifact

from its new exhibit. I...

I thought we'd check out LuthorCorp's loading dock.

That's where this Amulet was supposed to arrive.

Hey, I've seen this fashion faux pas before --

when I was in Egypt.

I appreciate the, uh, offer,

but I'm already booked... On a personal interview.

The roof.

Well, it looks like you're gonna be playing

in that Saharan sandbox by yourself.

Don't get burnt.

If there was ever a time for my lucky lipstick.

So much for leaving Egypt behind.

Wow, you look beautiful.

Did you get that necklace for the gala?

It's so, um... Egyptian.

I must locate the treasures of Isis.

You mean the article that Cat's working on.

Where is this Cat now?

She's probably on her way to the LuthorCorp loading dock.

And I know that it goes against every bone in your body

not to chase down a lead, Lois,