Smallville s09e18 Episode Script

Charade

Previously on Smallville: I actually had another headline in mind.
"The Blur Murders Lois Lane.
" No! I know you're out there somewhere.
I've been keeping an eye on you.
I have to see you.
How do you feel about phone booths? Hello? CLARK This is the Red-Blue Blur.
I received your letter.
What I've really been wondering is, what is it you need? I need your help.
- But you can't tell anyone about it.
- I promise.
I wouldn't ask if it weren't a matter of life or death.
Welcome to Checkmate.
We've been blocked by a new player.
How do you get yourself into these things, Lane? Evening, sir.
Good to see you.
An honor, sir.
Hey.
The guy's inside, boss.
Says he'll only show it to you.
- Wants to collect the million-dollar reward.
Really? Hi, Ray.
Ladies.
Hey, doll face.
Hey, boss.
Ha, ha.
My old friend.
- It's been too long.
Ray, how you doing? Hey.
- Glad to have you back, Ray.
Oh, good to be back, darling.
Your coat, sir? Thanks, sweetie.
- Go right in.
Well, as your ex-district attorney I'd like to thank you all for joining me in celebrating the national treasure that is our American justice system.
You know, they kicked me out of office they charged me with attempted murder they even tried to put me away for life, and yet here I am.
So I understand you have something for me.
What about my million dollars? Don't test me, son.
Lois.
Clark? I told you to find the story not be the story.
One of you wanna tell me what happened? Let me guess.
You two had a lovers' spat? Clark and I don't spat.
There was no spatting.
Lois is saying we try not to let our personal lives get in the way of our jobs.
Well, you don't have to try anymore.
Because you're both fired.
Chloe.
Can you believe it? I'm early.
No, Lois, early is when you arrive at your destination by a set time not when you see it seven blocks away.
Uh-uh.
Nobody's raining on this girl's parade today.
Clark's taking me up to the roof tonight to do a little stargazing.
Okay.
That explains the 911 to the craigslist queen.
Long live the queen.
I can't believe you got one so fast.
I kind of noticed that Clark has this thing for telescopes.
Do you think he'll like it? I think he'll love it.
But what is it exactly about a telescope that merits 76 trombones and a big parade? Well, tonight's the night.
In the words of the general: "It's time to drop the L-bomb.
" What? You mean to tell me that you guys haven't volleyed the word yet? Among other significant relationship milestones.
I don't know.
Things used to be easier with Clark back when you'd wake up and the first thing you'd do is check for a text or an e-mail and it'd be there waiting for you.
Anyway, things have been different ever since we decided we could keep secrets from each other.
But that's all changing tonight.
Wait a minute.
Secrets? Changing? How? No more secrets.
It's time to take our baggage out of the closet.
I mean, if we L each other then nothing should come between us, right? Hey, do you ever check your voicemail? Somebody missed breakfast in bed with Oliver.
I'm not here to talk about my love life.
I'm here to talk about yours.
Can't we stick to a topic like aliens assimilating the Earth? This isn't about assimilating, Clark.
Zod has powers now.
And you told him all of your secrets.
This is not a good time to bring Lois in too.
- Lois? - Yeah.
She told me about your big date where you both come clean with everything.
I'm not gonna tell Lois anything.
I'm making Lois dinner tonight so she shares her secret.
She's been keeping something from me.
I didn't wanna spy on her.
It's been driving me crazy.
So you're gonna seduce it out of her? You're the reason all of this is happening.
I have not called her as the Blur in months.
The second that your back-in-black alter ego asked Lois to lie about the Blur was the day you asked her to lie to the person she loves, which is you.
And she did.
A relationship with secrets can never work.
- Look at you and Oliver.
Everything's out.
- Because we both understand our relationship comes second to a higher calling.
- Clark, you and Lois- - Don't have to be any different.
Now, if Lois was gonna trust me tonight, maybe it's time I trusted her.
Hey.
Did you already get my message? Yep.
So we're still on for tonight? Definitely.
What's in the box? A surprise.
It's gonna be a long day.
Yep.
How about a sneak preview? Sometimes I swear you have more than two hands.
Either that kiss altered my sense of time and space or this place is busier than usual.
It's a big news day.
It has something to do with our new editor.
Another editor? They should install a rotating door up there.
Our illustrious owner has spun some big wheel of fortune in the sky to see who'd be steering the ship this week.
Well, I guess I pulled the lucky number this week.
Franklin Stern.
And this live wire must be the lovely and charming Miss Lane, I presume.
Miss Lane is an acquired taste.
It's just that ever since Tess went away, we've gone through a lot of editors.
Well, not for long.
The board just launched a global search for the next editor-in-chief.
I intend to make their decision very easy.
And you decided to start your campaign by downsizing the desk inventory? Miss Lane I have been reading through the personnel files to identify any red flags and I understand you two are entangled in an inter-office relationship? - Heh.
No.
- No, sir.
Yeah.
Right.
Well, for whatever reason you're both spending so much time out of the office trying to reel in the big fish you're not delivering the daily catch.
To be fair, we've both turned in some pretty big stories.
Here's a bigger one.
Our fair city's disgraced DA, Ray Sacks just had his life sentence reversed.
He gets out of prison today.
Only one of these stays on the desk at the end of the day.
May the best reporter win.
Oliver gave you keys to his office.
He must trust you with just about all of his secrets.
Tess.
I thought you were supposed to be underground? If you're having a hard time finding your way there, I'm sure I could help.
So we're over the temporary truce and straight back to fire at will.
Okay.
Just remember, Chloe, that out there, I might be MIA, but in here I'm still CEO.
Where is Oliver? Out of town.
I was curious how you two got into each other's orbit.
Mutual friends.
Which I understand you could use help finding considering the fact you have to go to outer space to look for them.
The Kandorians? You'll see, Chloe, they're better as allies than enemies.
Clark gets that.
Why don't you and Oliver? Clark optimistically thinks that Zod will be happy wearing an apron and slinging coffees.
We don't.
Especially now that he has powers.
We? As in you and Green Arrow? Chloe, I get what you see in your heroes but what do they see in you? I could ask Zod the same about you, but I guess I don't have to anymore.
I've been watching you two and it seems like Zod hasn't been home for dinner for quite a while.
Be careful, Miss Mercer.
At this rate, you're gonna run out of people to betray.
What's worse? They freed the DA that threw me off the roof or our editor threw us in the ring to wrestle for the desk? Don't worry.
If we land a big enough story, we can save both our jobs.
In order to reverse his sentence Sacks must still have powerful friends down at city hall.
According to the blogs, he's having a welcome home party at Maxwell's.
Crime kingpins like to keep out outsiders.
It'd be easier to crash the White House than it would be to sneak into that party.
We have till the end of the day to get this done.
We'd cover more ground if we split the work.
That's a good idea.
Can't wait for tonight.
Hey, it's me, Lois.
Guess you're out.
It's strange to think I can leave a message for the Blur.
Not "strange" weird.
It's hard to picture the Blur screening his calls.
Not that you'd screen my calls but- Me again.
Got cut off.
That's not a lot of time for a message.
That beep comes at you pretty fast.
Then again, you are the Blur.
I'm sure you'd like it fast, but I- Here's the deal.
I'm on a story about our deadly ex-DA.
Normally, I'd be working with my partner but I wanna keep him safe, secure, and as far from Sacks and his murderous mob as I can.
Clark's not bulletproof but you are.
Be my wingman? Lois will find a way to see Sacks before the party.
- Chloe, I have to find him first.
- I get it, Clark.
I'm spending a small fortune of Oliver's money to update security at Watchtower.
Plus I have a satellite trained on your fortress now that Zod knows your zip code.
I understand the instinct to protect the ones you love.
Half of being in a relationship with Lois is protecting her from herself.
Actually, she's not the only one Sacks is gunning for right now.
He's offering a million-dollar reward for anyone who can supply an image of the Blur.
Again, what's with this guy and his obsession with the Blur? It has something to do with the fact you disgraced him and threw him in prison.
Since he's been out, I have a hard time tracking him down.
Sacks is all about the VIP treatment.
Maybe he's got a favorite bar or restaurant.
Someplace that he would wanna go to after being locked down for eight months.
Ha.
Our paroled prosecutor does have a favorite haunt but it isn't exactly five-star.
Mr.
Sacks.
Lois Lane from the Daily Planet.
You may remember me from the roof of the Daily Planet.
Oh, yes.
Yes, I remember you.
You have a nasty habit of always landing on your feet, don't you? And now I need to land a story.
So who let you out of your cage? Since I'm the one that you sent skydiving without a parachute I figure I'm at least owed a quote.
You have too much faith in the Blur, Lane to think you can meet with me like this alone.
My editor knows where I am.
Hurt me, and you'll be back behind bars before this pizza cools off.
Oh, I won't hurt you, no.
He will.
And this time, they won't find me guilty because they'll never find your body.
It's him.
Come on.
Go, go.
Wait.
Thank you for saving my bacon.
I'd be two strips of pain on the pavement if you hadn't gotten my call.
What call? You have no idea what it means that you trusted me enough to let me help you these past weeks.
I have never felt such a sense of purpose in my entire life.
Whatever you need, you can count on me.
Payday.
That million's mine.
I got a picture of the Blur.
What you've got is two choices.
You either trash that photo or I throw you in the trash.
Lois, stop.
- Who are you calling? - It's not important.
No, that's the Blur, isn't it? Why would you think that? And what are you even doing here? Lois, you told me that you stopped talking to the Blur.
All those secrets that you've been keeping from me, it's him, isn't it? Okay, this is between the Blur and me.
That's all I can tell you.
Lois, do you even know who you're really talking to? Okay, what's going on here? Clark, you don't need to be jealous.
No, I'm not.
I just- Lois I need to know who that is.
You did not just ask me that.
Is this about the story? You want me to give up the Blur just to save our job? Lois, I'm trying to save you.
Don't- Don't you think you might have too much blind faith? Because if he trusted me, he'd show himself? Is that it? Lois Okay, I need you to listen to me.
No, Clark.
I am sure he is dying to tell me.
But how could anyone who cares about me put me in that kind of position? If I knew his true identity then every lowlife with high hopes of hurting him would come after me and he would never put me in that kind of danger to get a secret off his back.
That's why I trust him.
I take it your search for Sacks didn't go well.
I found Sacks, but I may have just lost Lois or at least her trust.
Oh, no.
I know that look.
What happened? I did this to myself, Chloe.
I asked Lois to keep her calls with the Blur a secret and she did even from me.
Now someone is calling her, pretending to be the Blur.
Why? Who would wanna Blur a mile in your shoes? I don't know.
Checkmate, Zod, Tess.
They've all been circling my secret.
I stole her phone to see who she was calling.
She's already deleted the list.
As much as I don't want to, I have to say it's impressive how committed Lois is to protecting the Blur.
From me.
Yeah, talk about a Kafkaesque nightmare.
I almost ended it and told her everything till she reminded me why I can never put her in that kind of danger.
I need to find whoever's lying to Lois using my identity.
She said she had something to tell him.
And you want Watchtower to trace the call.
Got it.
I would've called you on my cell, but I can't find it.
Someone photographed you on their phone and they're about to sell it to Ray Sacks.
I don't know when you'll get this.
I'll blitz his bash and try to run interference.
You need to get there as soon as you can.
Hey, where's the surprise? What? I don't know.
It was supposed to be here Piece of cake.
They kicked me out of office they charged me with attempted murder they even tried to put me away for life, and yet here I am.
So I understand you have something for me.
What about my million dollars? Don't test me, son.
Lois? Clark? Oops.
Sorry about your million dollars.
Oh, that's okay, kid.
We don't need that picture.
We just need you.
Three years of selfless service to this paper and the new editor on the block fires me.
- Not just you.
- One of us would have kept their job if you hadn't been so obsessed with unmasking the Blur.
I don't know how you found out about that photo, but crashing Sacks' party? How many hurdles are you willing to jump to expose the person I'm trying to protect? You jumped out of a cake and you slugged me.
It was just a distraction.
I had to do something extreme to destroy that dangerous picture, no thanks to you.
- Lois- - No, save it.
You have it in for the Blur.
Whatever you're gonna tell me isn't gonna make a difference.
I'm seeing a whole other side of you, Clark, and for the first time I'm not a fan of the view.
I take it this is the official invitation to join you, the Black King.
Your work on this operation has proven to be surprisingly invaluable.
They have all witnessed the Blur.
Pieces of his identity have been locked within their minds.
They simply need to be assembled.
And you're extracting their memories with this whole Jedi mind-control thing.
Very impressive interrogation skills.
Listen, Mr.
Lord, I am no friend of the Blur but why are you after him? You are aware, Sacks, that metahumans exist on the planet.
I assume this Checkmate agency wants to use them to protect and serve? That's the White Queen's plan.
Waller barks orders from behind a desk.
I work in the real world a world that needs the rule of law.
Anything outside the natural order is unpredictable.
Now, correct me if I'm wrong.
You have powers.
You're one of them.
Which is exactly why I know how dangerous they can be and why I plan on eliminating them.
Chloe, when did you find this? - Can't you get a clearer picture? - Whoa, Clark.
Okay, one at a time.
I was following Lois in case she found Sacks before you did.
I got the security footage from a camera 60 floors up.
Now, unfortunately, zoom technology isn't exactly on par with x-ray vision.
Where was Lois taken? I don't know.
I lost the car right after it went into Rombauer Tunnel.
- This has to be Sacks.
- I did some digging.
Right around the time our devious DA walked all his new little prison friends were transferred off the grid.
Chloe, I know these guys.
I put every one of them behind bars.
All violent offenders.
The only person who can authorize their transfer is the governor.
Who did you say threw Sacks' little welcome home mobster ball? Some tycoon named Maxwell Lord.
Three guesses who the largest contributor to the governor's re-election fund was.
With that kind of influence, Lord has serious strings he can pull.
If Maxwell Lord wants the Blur, that's exactly who he'll get.
You should see Lord's setup downstairs.
This guy is a major player.
And he has just given me the key to the city.
Checkmate.
You're fighting it.
You know him, don't you? Get away from her.
Ah.
I see we're past formal introductions.
Stop.
One wrong step and I'll eviscerate every last thought in her head.
You're using their memories to learn my identity.
- Let them go.
They don't know who I am.
- True.
They've only seen glimpses of your face, nothing more.
You've been careful.
Except for this one.
Even unconscious, her mind protects memories of you.
Maybe she doesn't have any.
Or maybe the connection between you two is stronger.
Stronger than the fear that binds you with the others.
Stronger because of love.
You're here.
I can't know who you are.
I'd give anything to see your face to know your name.
But you can't protect us if we know who you are.
I understand that now.
Go.
Sorry, Max.
Little change of itinerary.
So it's true.
The Red Queen does exist.
The upside to unemployment is you don't have to pick out a tie every morning.
You're beating yourself up, aren't you? Oh, which me? The Blur Lois would die to protect or the boyfriend Lois is protecting him from? Don't be so hard on yourself, Clark.
Not everyone with a press pass is moonlighting as the city's greatest superhero.
And the whole phone-rooftop-Blur thing at least give yourself points for trying to be as honest as you could with Lois.
I guess if half of me has Lois' trust and the other half gets the rest of her, it all works out in some weird way.
There's only one problem with that.
One of those halves has to say goodbye.
I finished tracing the number of our rogue Blur to RAO Industries.
It was Zod.
Everything he said about brotherhood, it was all a lie.
Of course he's the one who's been using Lois.
I know you wanna take your anger out on Zod.
But you and I know there's something you have to take care of first.
Until you can tell Lois that you are the one and only Blur anyone with a voice modulator and a calling plan can pretend to be you.
I know what I have to do.
Hello? CLARK [IN DISTORTED VOICE Lois, thank you for coming.
Well, when the Blur leaves a handwritten message, you better believe I'm there.
Chalk it up to the curiosity of a recently unemployed reporter but since we've been doing this cell-to-cell why are we back to doing this old-school? I wanted to have this conversation in a place that meant something to us.
Oh.
Sounds awfully official.
But, hey, you're the boss.
So, what's my next impossible mission? There won't be one, Lois.
I'm sorry.
This is our last conversation.
Last conversation today or for a while? If you have to go back on another hiatus, I understand.
I'll be there.
As in, our last talk forever.
No.
Our relationship put you at risk.
I know we would do anything to protect each other.
What if one day I'm too late? But you don't understand.
I don't care about the risk.
When I'm working with you, I'm doing something good something right.
You don't need me for that.
But I do need you.
I didn't realize it until it was too late but this is the most important part of my life.
There must be some other part that means more to you.
When I'm with you, it's about more than what I want who I want.
It is something that is bigger than me.
I wish things could be different, Lois.
This is the only way I can protect you.
I won't call again.
If anyone calls claiming to be me don't believe them.
No matter what they say or what happens, you can't trust them.
No, please.
I will be watching over you.
I promise.
Goodbye, Lois.
Goodbye.
I'm glad you still came up after what we talked about on the street.
It's beautiful, Clark.
Thank you.
What is it, Lois? You know you can tell me anything.
Can I? Then why did I lie to you? We both agreed we would keep some things to ourselves.
I have been talking to the Blur, Clark.
Doing things for him, sharing things with him that I couldn't share with you.
It was probably just the reporter blood in you, right? It was more than that.
But we I talked to him and it's over.
He doesn't want me in his life anymore.
Well, there's someone standing right here who still does.
It's okay.
You don't have to be okay with it, Clark.
It's not right for me to ask that of you, Clark.
He meant a lot to you, didn't he? It's not like this, with you.
I wish you could understand what it felt like to have this A calling.
A duty to people in the world.
It made my feelings for you and everything else seem Selfish.
Like there's a world out there that needs you but if you take anything from it it's at someone else's expense.
Lois, I do understand.
How? I guess, with him gone, the question is am I enough?