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Santa...

gave me the wrong doll.

And I was so mad,

I sort of made all the Christmas lights
on our entire block go out.

That's when my parents first caught on
that I was...

different.

- Jesse.
- What?

That was not me.

You know, I don't know
why I came back here.

So Miss Goldilocks could put
a bull's eye on my freakish head.

Putting out cryptic ads
in alternative papers

and gathering us all in one spot.

Genius.

You made the choice
to come here on your own, Mary,

and I'm guessing it was for a reason.

Look, I'm not saying
I couldn't use a few friendly faces

when I'm lighting up the town...

literally.

But people don't want us to exist.

And turning us into poster kids
isn't gonna change that.

I think this group is the best thing
that's ever happened to me.

That's because you don't know
any better, Pocket Protector.

Just wait till they spark up
their torches and come after us.

At least if we're not alone,
we're not such easy targets.

Okay, everyone who came here tonight
took a really big step.

And that is the first step
towards changing

the way people
look at your special gifts.

Thank you for coming.

And if you forgot to sign in
when you got here,

can you please do so before you leave?

- I'll see you next week.
- Great meeting.

Uh, thanks again, Chloe.

Great.

Somebody save me

Let your warm hands
Break right through

Somebody save me

Don't care how you do it

Just stay, stay

Come on

I've been waiting for you

Just stay with me

I've made this whole world
Shine for you

Just stay, stay

Come on

You know, when I suggested we have
dinner-and-a-movie night,

I didn't exactly think a 3.99
Special Number 2 combo with cheese

and a droning police blotter
was what I would have in mind.

Not to mention the communication skills
of a paperweight.

I'm sorry?

Whoa, look who decided
to join the conversation.

Well, um, it all happened so fast,
it was like a blur.

You know what? I have paperwork to do
and you have the world to save,

so why don't we just call it a night?

We'll do this again, all right? Soon.

Right.

As soon as all the criminals
are behind bars

and there are no more accidents.

- Good night.
- Try not to stay up all night.

Silent alarm triggered
at the jewelry store on Main.

Robbery in progress.
Squads 17 to 33, please respond.

There isn't any more.
Please don't hurt me.

We have an alley disturbance

off Gregory behind the arcade.

Help.

- What else you got?
- That's all my money. I swear. Please.

I think he's lying.

All cars
to the Ace o' Clubs, 12th and Maryland.

Screams heard. No accounts from inside.
I repeat, all cars...

Help. Help.

Are you all right?

Okay.

- Somebody help.
- Okay.

Please help me.
He's not breathing.

Davis?

Davis, you probably shouldn't sit up.

- What... What happened?
- I was hoping you could tell me.

There's no sign of a bomb
or any kind of explosion.

- Did something attack these people?
- I don't know. I, uh...

- I was walking with take out.
- You don't remember coming in here?

The screams?

No.

Must have gotten a concussion.

Yeah. Yeah, I probably
took a pretty good blow.

But I'm fine now.

You're not fine. You're covered
in blood. You're obviously injured.

You need to go to the hospital.
Let them take care of you.

I can take care of myself.

It looks like
we were both too late.

Detective John Jones.

Metropolis Homicide?

I figured it was the best way for me
to help people without my powers.

I haven't forgot about them.
We're gonna find a way to get them back.

I've found a place for myself here.

- How'd you make detective so quickly?
- We all have our sources.

Mine happen to be far-reaching.

Now that you're working in Metropolis

and using your contacts
at the Daily Planet to help more people,

I wanted to be close by
in case you needed me.

What I needed was to get here sooner.

I should have been able
to save all these people.

According to the mysterious calls
we got at the station tonight,

I'm guessing you saved your share.
You can't save everyone, Clark.

The moment I believe that
is when I stop trying.

What have you heard
about what happened here tonight?

People are pointing fingers
at everything,

from a crazed lunatic
to a gang of murderers.

With lightning speed.

By the time I arrived here, whoever or
whatever attacked these people was gone.

Then you don't have any leads either.

Not yet.

Looks like you picked up
the latest pastime around here.

I'm just trying to corroborate
my new theory.

Metropolis' very own mystery hero.

See, I've puzzled together
a couple of reports

of a sneaky good Samaritan
popping up over the city

the past couple weeks.

Is that right?
Sounds like an urban myth.

Well, truth has got to start somewhere.

If your Citizen X does exist,
he sure didn't come through tonight.

Oh, I wouldn't give him too many
demerits on his hero badge, Clark.

You can't get the city-savior title

by letting innocent people die
on your shift.

Are you stealing evidence
from crime scenes much lately?

No. I'm gonna return it.

But it may have recorded
what happened inside the club tonight.

Well, let's take a look.

Thanks.

Happy birthday.

Whoever did this is beyond steroids.

Hey, you missed the sodas and cookies,

but maybe next week, you can lead
the session with a rousing Kent tale.

Thanks, Chloe.

Sitting around with a bunch of strangers
singing "Kumbaya"

isn't my idea of self-help.

Oh, what's with the 'tude?

There was a brutal attack
at the Ace o' Clubs tonight. It was...

special.

So naturally, that means
it must be someone from here?

Metropolis police don't exactly keep
a list of all the Krypto-perps so I...

- Chloe, I need your help.
- Doing what?

Randomly pointing fingers?

Chloe, you've run the stats before.
Chances are, they're not all innocent.

I can't believe that you, of all people,

would throw someone in a lineup
just because they're different.

I let whoever did this
slip through my fingers.

I was right there.

This person attacks again,
it'll be on my hands.

Clark, I've learned to navigate

your field of guilty landmines
better than anyone,

but these kids trust me.

I don't know what you expect me to say.

Triage 2 is low on supplies.
I'm taking inventory.

Let's see what we got here.

Can you tell me
where I can find Davis Bloome?

- Yeah, that's him right there.
- Davis. Thanks.

- Yeah, that's me. What can I do for you?
- Jimmy Olsen.

As in Chloe's Jimmy?

She's mentioned you a few times.

I hope you don't mind me
surprising you like this.

No. It's no problem.
Uh, is this about Chloe?

Yeah, I've just been
going through her PDA,

checking up on who
she's been hanging out with.

No, no, no, I'm just...

I'm just kidding. I'm not some psycho.

Yeah, you never can tell these days.
So...

So I'm just trying to get a scoop
on this club massacre.

We've heard all sorts of stories
about this killer,

the best that he's a monster
with bony eyelids.

Yeah, I gave my statement to the police.
I don't know anything.

You know how to drive, don't you?

Look, I just want to ride along.

I figure ambulances
are first on the scene.

Maybe we'll beat everyone
to the next one.

Trust me, you do not wanna
ride shotgun on my watch.

You don't want to be
the first guy there.

It's not something you wanna see,
given the choice.

Come on. Can't you do a favor for a bro?

Okay...

then how about for Chloe?

Meet me downstairs at 8:00.

Thank you.

They all have meteor powers.

- Where'd you get this list?
- I memorized it off Chloe's desk.

I didn't realize photographic memory
was among your abilities.

More like speed-reading,
but let's not split hairs.

She couldn't just give you a copy?

Chloe and I don't exactly
see eye-to-eye on this one.

What about your mouthy cohort?

She hasn't poked her nose
into this one either.

She's on assignment, which is code
for a monster-truck rally in Lubbock.

And I assume your emerald ally
and his superfriends

are still on hiatus, which leaves you...

Solo. I get it.
Is there a point to all this?

Obsession.

When someone's life is on the line
with every decision you make,

it's hard for anything else
to seem important.

Because nothing else is.

Careful, Clark.

Even when you save someone,
there are consequences.

I thought you'd be happy.

I'm finally embracing my destiny,
out there making a difference.

Except for last night,
when I dropped the ball.

We need to find out
if anyone on that list

was responsible
for the attack at the bar.

It wasn't just one incident.

There have been at least five other
similar murders in the last few months.

I know, I read up on it.

All the victims died the same way,
internal bleeding.

All their bones were crushed.

And the killer gets away
without a trace.

I'll look into these.
But I was working on another angle.

One paramedic
has been the first to arrive

on several of the crime scenes.

The driver's name is Davis Bloome.

Chance meeting in a moldy basement
over a corpse.

Will the romance never end?

What are you doing here?

I wanted to see the coroner's
latest report on the victim.

She was a new member of my Isis group.

I'm sorry.

Yeah. I mean, she was afraid
of being targeted, and now...

- It wasn't your fault.
- She was there because of me.

And to top it all off,
there are trigger-happy people

who are convinced that one of my kids
is behind all of this.

And you? Checking for strep throat?

You don't have to worry, Chloe.

I don't think that
one of your clients did this.

I'd like to think so too...

but I still need to find a suspect.

Davis, what is it?

Um...

I'm afraid that I might be the killer.

Davis, I know that you are not
responsible for these killings.

Hey, I know you.
You save people every day.

What could make you think
that you were a brutal serial killer?

Look, Chloe, I've run the
self-denial mantra for weeks,

but how do you explain the blackouts?

How do you explain that I was
covered in blood? None of it was mine.

I want to believe that you're
right more than anyone, but...

Then it's just a matter
of finding the real killer.

You really don't believe
that it could be me, do you?

No.

Even though we just met?

You're really... leaping out
on a limb for me.

Well, if what they say is
true and fools do rush in,

then I have definitely earned the mantle
of village idiot on this one.

And then you just toss it all aside
with a healthy dose of self-deprecation.

Please don't make me a saint.

What?

Luck isn't part
of my daily routine, Chloe,

but I just... I feel like...

I feel like you were sent to me.

You are not a serial killer.

Look, Davis, when did
those blackouts start happening?

For as long as I could remember.

When I was a kid, I would go
a couple of months without a blackout,

but they're just...
They're getting so frequent.

Is that why you bounced
from foster home to foster home?

I've always felt like...

You know, like there was
this darkness inside me...

just fighting to get out.

So you close yourself off to everyone.

After all these years
of keeping this secret,

why are you telling me?

I think you know.

I've never met anyone like you.

Chloe.

But what if I'm right?
What if you're looking at a murderer?

Davis, there are a lots of people
who could have done these killings.

Well, we're gonna find who did.

I walked right by here last night.

It could have been any of us.

You think somebody's hunting us down?

Well, it wouldn't be the first time.

But so far, Mary's been the only victim
that's been...

a club member.

And after last night, we're all
at the top of their suspect list.

Look, I don't know what flag
you're waving,

but making them out to be all bad

is no better
than what people have done to you.

You don't know what it's like.

People don't look at you the same
once you tell them you're a freak.

Some of them do.

And turning against each other
is not gonna stop all this.

Look, I came here tonight because
I wanna help catch Mary's killer.

I thought that maybe some of you
may have seen something,

or you maybe might have known

why someone would have
wanted to attack Mary.

Because you think it's one of us.

- No, it's just that...
- Come on, Chloe.

Some cop's been showing up at our homes,

asking each of us if we know anything.

It's kind of a coincidence...

unless you gave him our names.

No.
I would never betray you guys like that.

Well, somebody did.

Clark.

Uh, Chloe told me about the girl
in her group. It's a messed up world.

You know, Davis, it took a lot to go
into that room full of screaming people.

Who knows what
you could have been running into?

Yeah, well, I suppose it should be
somewhat comforting that good gossip

- spreads just as fast as bad.
- So you didn't save those people.

Haven't we been over this?
I'm not some larger-than-life hero.

The truth is,
I don't know what happened.

But you do know more than
what you've told me, don't you?

I don't fish much, Clark,

so why don't you just tell me
what the hell you're after?

What are you doing with a file
stuffed full of morbid pictures

of murder victims?

You broke into my locker?

Collecting pictures of murder victims
is a pretty strange habit, isn't it?

Do you know how many murders
in this city go unsolved every year?

I show up, I take away the bodies,
case closed.

Maybe I wanna do more than just
clean up the mess after it's too late.

Now the whole city
refers to you as a hero, huh?

Maybe I'd have
an easier time believing all this

if there was proof that
that's actually what happened.

Okay, you know what?

I understand if you don't want to join
the knee-jerk ticker-tape parade,

but let me ask you a question.

Are you really up in my face
because you're trying to catch a killer,

or is it because you're trying
to hide something yourself?

Don't try to turn this around on me.

Why don't you take a second look
at those photos?

I'm not the only one
at these crime scenes.

There's another figure
in the background.

You seem to be
the city's own peeping Tom.

I'm a reporter. It's my job.

These photos were taken

before any press
could have made it to the scene.

So, uh, next time you feel anxious

to shine a light on things
that don't make sense...

you might wanna stay closer to home.

Sharpening your pitchfork?

If you're gonna lead a marauding posse,
you better come prepared.

Clark, you gave the police
the names of my Isis group?

How could you use your powers
to betray me like that?

I didn't mean to go around you,
Chloe, but you were so defensive...

Like I've been defensive of you?

Clark, you don't get how much of my life
I spend protecting your secret.

And if you ever had
enough courage to actually step forward,

like the rest of these kids did,

you would be the first one on that pyre.

How could you, of all people,
be the ring leader for this witch-hunt?

Chloe, you're taking the side
of people that you hardly know.

I would think after
eight years of friendship,

you might be able to give me
the benefit of the doubt.

That works both ways.

And your bonus features

don't give you the right
to trump anyone else's judgment.

Fine. We'll let the facts
speak for themselves.

These are the test results
that Davis was trying to hide from me.

Davis?

I was thinking,
with your Brainiac ability,

you might be able to
make sense of the results.

Oh, my God.

The skin under the victim's nails
is Davis'.

Davis?

Oh.

You ready to catch a killer?

Yeah.

So how often do you get a dispatch?

Depends on the night.

Some nights are busier than others.

I bet you see
a lot of horrible things, huh?

Uh.

All units in the area,

we have a 4-11 in progress.
Corner of Liberty and 8th.

- Uh, what's a 4-11?
- It's the reason you came along tonight.

Stay here.

Davis?

His ambulance number is 17.

I'm surprised
you haven't enrolled the services

of our friendly Martian on the force.

Jones can't help us
unless we have some hard proof.

We need more than a few pieces
of evidence to arrest someone.

Yeah, and the evidence you have
isn't exactly conclusive.

I mean, the victim could
have easily just reached up

and grabbed Davis
when he was trying to help them.

But I have to admit,
Davis would have the perfect setup.

I mean, he attacks the people

and then pretends to arrive
at the scene to save them?

I know it isn't easy.

What, my perpetual knack
for getting into lose-lose situations?

Got it. Davis' ambulance just stopped.

He answered a call a few minutes ago.

Help. I'm at Liberty and 8th.

Can anybody hear me?
It's some kind of monster.

Clark, that's Jimmy.

Clark.

What did you do with Jimmy?

Davis?

Jimmy?

Davis?

Davis.

Davis, are you all right?

- C.K.
- Jimmy, what's going on?

It could be anywhere.
It's some sort of shadow creature.

What?

Jimmy.

Jimmy. Jimmy.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

I'm good.

I lost perspective.

I can be a little stubborn.

And I hate to admit it,

but there was a part of me
that was really frustrated

that you trusted someone else
instead of me.

It's funny how that happens
when you go behind someone's back.

My obsession...

it pushed me past the line
with you, Chloe.

I'm really sorry.

But you were protecting a killer.

Yeah, well, then there's that.

I guess I just didn't understand how you
could hand over your trust so easily

to people you didn't know.

Three hundred and twenty-seven.

That's how many of the meteor infected
I've profiled since ninth grade.

And you know how many
I've actually saved?

None.

Wow.

I guess I've so busy
rescuing people from them,

I never looked at it from that angle.

It's not just the damsels in distress
that need saving, Clark.

You know, when I first thought that
you were one of the meteor-infected,

I would have done anything
to protect you.

But I guess that's what scares me.

I'm afraid that someday, you're gonna
put your trust in the wrong person.

Hey.

Been waiting long?

I don't know how to thank you
for believing in me

when I was up against the ropes.

We all need someone
to pitch a seat in our corner.

Yeah, I guess, but most of the time,

it's not a possible murder suspect
standing there.

Davis, you were scared and paranoid.
That's all.

Seriously, backing someone
who's actually innocent

isn't much of a sacrifice.

Besides, everything with you is so...

- So easy.
- Yeah, easy.

Have you ever felt that way
with anyone before?

Once.

With Jimmy.

No.

Look, Chloe, I'm not trying to get
between you and the rest of your life,

but, uh...

Davis, I help people.

That's what I do. You know, this doesn't
have to mean any more than that.

Yeah, but it does.

Did you help me because of
some personal code of ethics,

or was there more to it than that?

I shouldn't be here right now.

Why, because you feel guilty
about something?

No. And I'd like it to stay that way.

I think it's best
if I don't see you for a while.

Sorry.

How could I have been
so wrong about Davis?

This shadow guy confessed
to every killing in the last few weeks.

Sometimes what we
think is a good instinct

is just our mind trying to convince
ourself of what we wanna believe.

He may be in custody,
but that just means

there's another psycho out there
right around the corner.

I've been here working every night
and I still have to do more.

You can't allow yourself to get caught.

Combing through police blotters
at your desk every night?

Peeling back the sides of a bus
in broad daylight?

Speeding into a crowded bar?
You're so fixated on being a hero,

you're not paying attention
to who might be watching.

- Is this your idea of a pep talk?
- It's not my identity that's at risk.

Every day, I have to run
faster and faster interference

on these mysterious
Good Samaritan reports.

Well, that just means I'm doing my job.

Just have to make sure
no one sees my face.

Well, you can't be sure of that
unless you plan to put on a mask.

You're joking, right?

You are not
in Smallville anymore, Clark.

Metropolis has millions of people
walking the streets,

every one of them
watching for a miracle.

To change their lives,
to give them hope.

You are that miracle.

And it's just a matter of time
before someone discovers that.

I'll be more careful.

Hey, Clark.

Perfect. Officer, listen.

None for your fellow comrades... they
don't want to give me the time of day.

But you look like you're a
thinking-outside-the-box kind of guy.

Um...

There's, uh, a mystery hero
roaming the streets of Metropolis.

Scout's honor.

Out of nowhere, these tires
come floating through the air.

And this Mr. Shadow guy, he gets
knocked around like a ping-pong ball.

Slow down.

Olsen. James Olsen,
photographer, Daily Planet.

Well, James, uh, adrenaline
can play strange games with a person.

Ha, ha. Oh, no, no, he's... He's real.

I know it.

I hope you're right.
We could use the help.

And when you get some hard evidence,

I'll be more than glad
to continue this conversation.

Evening, Mr. Olsen.

Mr. Kent.

I'm gonna prove
that this guy exists, C.K.

He's out there.

You look a little uncomfortable.

- You're not a lawyer.
- I'll take that as a compliment.

Congratulations on your Page 1.

It's nice
to have your work recognized...

after so many years being
the good little boy in the shadows.

You have more admirers than you think.

My boss, Miss Mercer, has been gathering
a small group of talent, if you're game.

You've read my list of accomplishments.

I'm not really interested
in sharing top billing.

Cut the bravado.

You didn't commit all those murders.

You're just a copycat
looking for attention.

Cops haven't found this yet,

but we have security footage of you
at an arcade during one of the crimes.

It's a crime I'm sure you've studied

if you were looking
to mimic the real killer.

You remember the nun at Saint Vincent's,
crushed to death.

That surveillance time code
must have been wrong,

because that was me.

Really?

Then I suppose you can tell me
where her missing onyx crucifix is.

The one on the rosary.

You didn't kill her.