Smallville

Sorry about the heels.

I need the inches.

I'm not sure this is such a good idea.

Look, either R.A.O. Incorporated

is throwing a Valentine's Day party

for their workers behind this wall

or they are running double shifts on a Saturday night -

a total union violation.

Lois, I'm sure someone

is keeping an eye on this situation.

Bingo.

They are moving more tech equipment

into that building than NASA.

And if they're skulking around in the middle of the night,

they are definitely hiding something.

Nice teddy. Next time, buy her a silk one.

She's not 6 years old.

You know, Lois, I think we should drop this story.

You sound like you want it all to yourself.

Wait. Is there something about that tower

that you're not telling me?

No.

It's Valentine's day.

We should be out having dinner together, by candlelight.

Clark, Valentine's day is just a smarmy Hallmark holiday

engineered by corporate executives

to convince people to spend hard-earned money

on dead flowers and overpriced meals...

...but not you two.

Lois, you're kind of overreacting, even for you.

History has proven that if I embrace V-day

in any romantic way at all,

it always ends in disaster.

Valentine for the lady?

No, thank you. She doesn't really -

Actually - what? I didn't have any dinner.

Happy Valentine's day.

Whoa.

Easy with the pixie dust there, Tinker Bell.

Looks like it's too late to follow that story anyway.

It's never too early for nachos,

and it's never too late for hard-hitting journalism.

Lois, maybe we should put our relationship before our work,

just for tonight and -

Hold hands?

You could come a-courtin' on your horse and buggy.

All we need is a chaperone.

Sounds mighty traditional.

And what's wrong with that?

With all of our crossed text messages lately,

I thought maybe sometimes...

I want...

us to have a more traditional relationship.

Lane.

The R.A.O. has scheduled a ribbon-cutting

at the solar tower in two days.

I'm gonna need the exposé now.

Two days.

Lois, maybe I should check on those building permits

that you were talking about.

You wanted to avoid

the whole Valentine's-day-thing thing, right?

Anything for your career, sweetie.

Lane?

Here's the scoop, buddy.

A traditional woman does not spend her time in the office

when she can be at home taking care of her man.

I quit.

Hey.

I was gonna ask you

for the lowdown on your v-day with Lois,

but something about you being here with me

tells me it didn't go over so well.

Do you have the passports and I.D. cards ready?

Or we could get right down to business.

All the materials you would ever need

to escape your life and start a new one.

Thanks, Chloe. You're a life-saver.

If by that you mean

sweet on the outside and empty in the middle,

that's pretty much exactly how I feel right now.

I realize you're not on board

with me helping the Kandorians.

Yeah, well, you know how it is.

You find out that one of them skewers you to death

in the post-apocalyptic future, you kind of lose interest.

Yeah, well, I know it seems like

I may have overlooked some of their mistakes.

Mistakes? By "mistakes" do you mean them building a tower

so they can give themselves powers to take over the world?

I want to lead them to a better place.

The tower will be completed in two days.

Granted, they haven't got the satellites up and running

to change the atmosphere, but come on, Clark.

We both know one of them killed your father.

Look, maybe it would just be safer

if we sent the Kandorians to the Phantom Zone.

I know that you're saying that

because you want to protect people,

but right now, I want you to focus on watching my back.

Leave the rest of The Planet to me.

Clark.

I will protect you...

no matter what it takes.

Faora.

Alia.

I have the papers.

It's your new life.

You'll have your own identities.

I misjudged you, Kal-El.

I was born into the military.

I never had a choice to live as a civilian.

We can't repay you.

Tell me who killed my father.

I know that Zod took him from Tess.

And was he the last one to see Jor-El alive?

I know you want justice, but be careful.

Zod has a lot of loyal followers,

and if you go after him, there will be war.

Hey, sweetie pie!

Welcome home.

Lois, what's going on?

I moved in.

But don't worry, I'm camped out into the guest room

until we get engaged.

Engaged?

Move over, Betty Crocker.

I have got this cooking thing down.

How's your pot roast?

Oh, it's delicious.

Wonderful.

It was really sweet of you to do all of this.

Well, I am just so proud of you for bringing home the bacon.

The least I can do is cook it up in a pan.

And, well...

never let you forget that you're the man.

Lois, did something happen?

You just seem so cheerful, I...

Well, you said you wanted a more traditional relationship,

And you were very persuasive.

What if I miss the old Lois?

Too late.

I... quit my job at The Planet.

You did what?

Yeah.

Now, instead of being chained to a desk all day,

I get to be your ball and chain.

Lois, you can't quit reporting.

That job is your life.

And now my life is with you,

for better or for worse,

for richer or for poorer.

Lois, what are you talking about?

You're absolutely right.

What kind of adjective is "poorer"?

Somebody is gonna need an editor...

...for their vows.

Right.

You know, Lois, there's something at the office

that I need to... investigate.

All right, Mr. Cold Feet.

I'll keep the home fires burning.

Rain check on talking about the big event for now.

You better make an honest woman out of me, Clark Kent.

Security!

I'm afraid they're otherwise engaged.

Ah - no.

I like you just where you are.

Then maybe you'd like to join me.

You're already in bed with someone else.

Kal-El.

Wrong choice of bedfellows.

I'm moments away from completing my tower.

I thought you needed the Book of RAU to finish it.

We found another way.

And it seems your satellite systems

are lagging behind schedule.

We're onlining the safety tests now.

I'll handle that, thank you.

Only I can run them.

Well, now that I've got your fingerprints,

I can access all of the networking data without you.

Cheers.

You're digging your own grave.

Then, you better make sure

there's room in there for both of us.

You neglected to tell me

that Kal-El was supplying new identities to my people.

They're no more your people than they are his.

And eventually, he will be their leader.

Now, don't underestimate their loyalty to me.

But they don't see you as the savior that he is.

There's blood on your hands.

You're tainted - a reminder of their past.

He's the promise for their future.

It's what you've always wanted, isn't it -

Help give my people their powers

so they can save your doomed planet?

Hand over the reins to Kal-El and then what?

Hmm?