All language subtitles for smallville.s07e02 Kara

Lois, you've had a
near-death experience.

You should be resting.

What are we doing out here?

I'm going to find out what Lex is up to.

Clark, you, on the other hand,
are not required to attend.

After what
happened to Lana,

why don't you take
up Chloe's offer...

and hang out with her at the Talon?

It's dangerous out here.

And it seems that keeping
you out of trouble

has become a bad habit of mine.
Besides,

it gives me a good opportunity
to say goodbye.

You can't break up
with me, Clark.

We're not even a couple.

Lois, I'm leaving Smallville...

after Lana's funeral.

Wow, didn't see that coming.

Where are you running away to?

Up north.
There's something I need to do.

Well, what about the farm?

You can't just let the
corn die on the vine.

My neighbor Ben Hubbard,
he's gonna run things for a while.

What's wrong, Lois?

I thought you'd be happy
to get rid of me.

Are you kidding?
Who am I gonna pick on?

I'm sure you'll find someone.

Now, which direction did you
enter the dam from?

Southeast. Follow me.

What is that?

Holy crap, this is amazing.

Check this out, Clark.

Oh, my god.

What do you think it is?

Lois, it's probably just some
sort of experimental airplane.

Then why aren't there any windows?

And those symbols...

They aren't like any
airline logos I've ever seen.

If you ask me,
we're looking at a real live spaceship.

Come on, Lois. You
and I both know

that they don't
really exist.

And based on this algae, it looks like
it's been underwater for a while.

Lois?

That's what happens
when you touch my stuff.

Go get your girlfriend
and don't ever come back.

♪ Smallville: "Kara" ♪
Season 7 Episode 2

I'm serious.
You need to go to the hospital.

What? For this little bump?

My head has been bonked a lot
harder than that.

- Where's my laptop?
- What happened to you guys?

You are gonna want to
lock me in the loony bin

when I tell you this,
but Clark and I...

just saw a spaceship.

Lois' imagination has finally
kicked into overdrive.

It was probably just some sort of
styrofoam prop for a school play.

Right. That makes sense, actually.

Okay, but the world
I live in...

school props don't knock
people unconscious.

I'm thinking maybe a force field.

How many times do I
have to tell you, Lois?

You slipped in the mud,

you hit your head on a rock.

I was the one who helped
you to your feet.

Why do you think I've
got mud all over me?

I know what I saw, Smallville,

and once I change out
of these clothes,

I'm going straight
to The Inquisitor.

My editor is gonna flip.

Tell me she's
just seeing things.

It's what she
didn't see, Chloe.

A Kryptonian girl with blond
hair and a bad attitude.

She moved so fast that Lois
didn't even know what hit her.

A Kryptonian attacked Lois?

Yeah, right before
she came after me.

Chloe, not only is she as strong as I am...

she can fly.

Whoa.

Sounds like we got ourselves
a true-blue Supergirl.

Well, define super.

Nearly every Kryptonian
I've come across

has turned into a
cold-blooded killer.

Yeah. What is it with you people?

Are you the only half-decent
member of your Kryptonian race?

Listen, I got to go back to the dam.
If you can...

Wow, a lot of painkillers for someone
who's not feeling any pain.

It's just a little headache.

By the time I get back
to The Inquisitor,

I'll be good as gold.

You've lost consciousness.

You could very well
have a concussion.

Well, I'll let you
know if I'm seeing

double when I'm
typing my story.

You know, Lois, no. I'm sorry.

But after everything we've
just been through together,

I'm not letting you put
yourself in danger.

I'm taking you
to the hospital.

- Okay.
- Okay.

But 10 minutes, and I'm gone.
I don't have time...

to just sit around all
day in a waiting room...

Well, I'm glad someone has
something to smile about.

Well, this smile means that
you've been cleared of all charges.

You're a free man, Mr. Luthor.

- On what grounds?
- They caught the killer.

A disgruntled employee from
your tunnel-construction crew...

claimed he got cancer
from the chemicals down there.

He blew up my wife to get back at me?

That's what he said in his confession.

Come on. Let's get out of this cage.

I'll buy you a big, juicy porterhouse.

He didn't do it.

Lex, they found his
fingerprints at the scene.

He confessed to the crime.

I don't care what kind
of evidence there is.

The man did not
murder my wife.

- As your attorney...
- As my attorney,

I want you to set up a meeting
with this disgruntled employee.

- I want to hear it from him.
- What's the point?

I'm not sure Lana's dead.

Move along, sir.
This is a crime scene.

Lex, I thought you'd
be sharpening

your shiv behind
bars by now.

Someone else confessed.

Once again, a Luthor
snake manages

to slither away from
the grip of justice.

How much did you have to pay this poor guy?

I didn't pay him anything.

Apparently, my father did
before he disappeared.

The man who confessed
happens to be dying of cancer.

He wanted his family taken care of.

It doesn't matter what
legal sleight of hand

you pulled this time, Lex.

- It's not bringing Lana back.
- What if she isn't dead, Chloe?

Lex, you're already free.

You don't need to
keep coming up

with more convoluted
conspiracy theories.

As you probably know, before Lana "died,"

she managed to steal highly
classified research from me.

Lana's remains have
all been positively

I.D.'d down to every
last strand of DNA.

I'm well aware of the DNA evidence.

Look, Chloe, you're Lana's best friend.

If she told anyone about
her plan, it would be you.

Tell me, Chloe.

Tell me everything you know.

Here's everything I know, Lex.

You need some serious psychiatry.

Hey, are you all right?

Uh, yeah, I'm fine.

But you know, your little
Kryptonian gal pal

is been showing up all
over Lowell county.

Have you seen her since
she went all space-shuttle?

No, but I found her victims...

Two dead park rangers
right where her ship used to be.

I need to find her
before she hurts someone else.

Well, I-I think she's
still grounded,

considering these 911
calls coming in.

Three different preschools
called and reported some...

blond woman storming in,
scaring the children.

Where was she last seen?

Can't catch me!

What's your name?

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

Cody.

What about you?
What's your name?

Whatever you're doing,
it stops now.

You again.
You following me?

Humans can't move that fast.
Who are you?

Doesn't matter. I'm not gonna
let you kill one more person.

I haven't killed anyone.
At least not yet.

But you're starting to tempt me.

You want to tell me
what you're doing on Earth?

You can trust me.

Looking for a small boy.

I've searched everywhere with no luck.

This boy have a name?

Kal-El.

Lois, a story about a
spaceship is not gonna

send your career into
the stratosphere.

It'll embarrass you.

It's the truth, Chloe.
I saw it with my own eyes.

Lois, you don't know what you saw.

Besides, I'm still trying to resuscitate
my credibility...

after writing about the Smallville
believe-it-or-not set.

We are talking about
an alien invasion.

Two men are dead.

You know if you were
there, you'd be

clacking away on the
keyboard as we speak.

Not now. The Daily Planet
just hired a new

editor wonder boy from
the Star City Post.

And spaceships are not the stuff
of good first impressions.

Did I hear someone say spaceship?

Didn't anyone teach you
that eavesdropping is rude?

Eavesdropping is my livelihood.

Grant Gabriel, your new editor.

Actually, she doesn't work here. I do.

- I'm Chloe...
- Anne Sullivan,

former editor
of the Smallville High Torch,

taking Met U. Journalism classes
by night while writing...

filler stories
sandwiched between sofa ads by day.

Tell me about your close encounter.

Can't share a trade secret.

I work for your rival,
The Inquisitor.

Our rival?

This is the Daily Planet,

read in virtually ever country
across the globe. We have no rival.

That's true.

Besides, The Planet wouldn't publish
a story like that anyway.

See, that's the kind
of old-guard thinking...

that's putting newspapers in the
crapper all around this country.

Since when is truth
in journalism old guard?

Well, she says it's true.
I believe her.

I'll tell you what.

You deliver me your
spaceship story,

a story that will
sell papers,

And you've got yourself a job here.

- Are you serious?
- Do I sound like I'm joking?

You can't be Kal-El.

He's a sweet, chubby baby who
laughed when you tickled his feet.

- You knew me on Krypton?
- Yeah. I used to watch over you.

I don't understand.

I mean, I left the
planet right after you.

We were on the
same trajectory.

Your ship...

It seemed to be underwater
for a long time.

You must have crash-landed
during the meteor shower

into the reservoir.

When the dam broke, it finally
brought you to the surface.

How long was I in suspended animation?

18 years.

My imbedded learning programs
covered a lot of scenarios, but this...

clearly wasn't one of them.

Kara, why are you searching for me?

My father, Zor-El,
told me to find you.

That was my mission.

Zor-El?

Zor-El and Jor-El are brothers.

Then that makes us...

cousins.

Jor-El never mentioned your dad.

He and his brother never talked.

Why?

The house of El has a
lot of family secrets

that nobody ever discussed.

As humans would say, we were...

dysfunctional.

I'm sure you have a
lot of questions,

but right now we need
to find my ship.

I'd do it myself, but
those green rocks...

they keep weakening me.

And trust me...
you want to stay away from them.

If you're around them too long,
they can kill you.

Kill me?

Zor-El told me that the yellow sun
would give me abilities...

beyond my wildest dreams, but...

he definitely never mentioned
any fatal weaknesses.

It's because
he didn't know.

The green rocks, they're
called Kryptonite...

radioactive pieces
of our home world.

How did pieces of Krypton
travel 23 galaxies?

You don't know what happened
after you left.

Well, I know we were
in the midst of

a global civil war
led by general Zod.

Zor-El told me that Krypton's
salvation was on Earth...

and that you and I were the key.

I hope we're not too late.

Kara, Krypton is gone.

What do you mean, "gone"?

It exploded.

You and I are the only survivors.

No.

Planets don't just explode, Kal-El.

Ours did.

I'm sorry.

No. This yellow sun has
fried your brain cells.

Come on. Help me find my ship.
We can hide it here on your farm.

Your ship's missing.

If it's missing, then humans took it.

Kal-El, if anyone but me
tries to open that ship,

It will activate
the self-destruct sequence.

Define self-destruct.

I think you call it something like a...

nuclear explosion.

There was no sign of alien life
near that site - None whatsoever.

Open it.

Surface temperature rising steadily.

Begin extraction protocol.
Prepare to evacuate now.

We don't have a lot of time, people.

Lane, I had a feeling you worked fast,

but I didn't know
you were a lightning bolt.

- You got pages for me?
- Actually, I need to talk to you about that.

I'm not interested in talk.
I want to read.

Look, Chloe Sullivan
should write this story.

She's already
on your staff.

And let's face it, she can
write circles around me.

I know she's family, Lane,
but Chloe Sullivan's lost her mojo.

Now she's just another
run-of-the-mill hack

giving herself carpal tunnel...

covering city hall
and Fourth-of-July parades.

Look, my cousin's
feelings mean a lot

more to me than some
stupid article.

Your cousin's feelings?
How sweet.

Let me tell you something, Lane.

Newspapers don't have feelings.
They have stories,

and stories are what pay
the bills around here.

You think I'm being honored
by the publishers guild tonight

because I'm Mahatma Gandhi?

Because I give a damn about feelings?

No. I break stories any way, any how.

Well, you're gonna have to break
this one with someone else.

This isn't about your cousin.

This so-called flying-saucer story...
It's all smoke and mirrors.

You're using some high moral ground
to bail out of a sinking ship.

This ship is far from sunk, bow tie.

I happen to have
a contact in the

Air Force who supplied
me with these.

They're satellite photos
showing a caravan of trucks...

driving from the dam
to a grain silo in Granville.

Does that look like
smoke and mirrors to you?

No. It looks like passion,

and it's what separates you
from the rest of the pack.

This is the fork in your road, Lane.

In a dozen years, you'll either be
Lois Lane,

star reporter whose name is

synonymous with
the Daily Planet,

or Lois fill-in-the-blank,

married to an insurance adjuster
in the sticks...

With four kids and 40 extra pounds.

You won't be able to look in a newspaper...

because it will always remind
you of what could have been.

Which road sounds better to you?

What do you have for me?

We applied voice-recognition software...

and, using our satellites,
cast a net over

every landline and
cellphone on the globe.

I don't care how wide your net is.

If you don't find Lana, it's not
worth the string it's made of.

We have a map, sir.
She's in Asia.

- Where?
- China.

Our GPS puts her just a few
miles from central Shanghai.

Prepare the jet for takeoff.

Yes, sir.

Those doors would have opened
if you'd have just waited.

We don't have time to wait
for ancient technology.

Between the two of us,
we can cover more ground.

Of course, it would help
if you could defy gravity.

Explain to me again
why you can't fly.

I'm not sure.

I guess the humans are right, Kal-El.

Girls do mature faster than boys.

It's Clark, remember?

Just start walking.
Don't look back.

I should have known
you were Clark's cousin

from all the primary colors.

Do you know where
my ship is?

Kal-El's getting
me nowhere.

It's Clark.

We've checked every Luthorcorp
facility in the area.

Do you have any leads?

Unfortunately, not too
many extraterrestrial

vehicles are actually
registered at the DMV.

I have nothing.

I told you coming here
was a waste of time.

She's just a human.

A human who's smarter
than both of us combined.

Look, I'm sorry, Clark,
but this new editor

is breathing down my neck.

He wants
some big, splashy story,

and all I could come
up with is the sudden

loss of AM/FM radio
in Granville.

I'm out of here. I'll
just do a flyover

and start X-raying
every single building.

Kara, wait.

Your ship... does it emit
any sort of frequency?

Well, yeah. If it's opened,
there's an alarm.

Could that alarm be disrupting
the AM/FM radios?

Kal-El, if that alarm's
been triggered,

I'm the only one who can disarm it.

What are we doing up here?
Time's running out.

Look, you cover the grounds.
I'll get the bird's-eye view.

What does your ship sound like?

What?

If your ship is emitting an alarm,

then you can hear it, even if it's
miles away. It's one of our abilities.

You have to focus.
Block everything else out.

Just try.

- All I hear is the wind.
- Close your eyes. It might help.

Try to focus.
I know you can do it.

Just try to listen
to all the sounds around you.

Make it stop.

Make it stop.

- Oh, make it stop.
- Listen. Listen.

I know it's loud at first,
but you have to focus, okay?

Eliminate the sounds one by one
until all you can hear is your ship.

Kal-El,
I-I can hear it.

Then you can find it.

I knew those roadblocks
I slipped past

weren't there for just
a chemical spill.

They evacuated the area because
of what's down here underground.

And judging by that funky sound...

and the megawatt light show,

something is going on behind that door,
and it's not Laserium.

Oh, my god.

It's official.

I found the Holy Grail.

Are you okay?

My ship... It's gone.

What are we gonna do?

That's the last time
you'll ever touch me.

Do you really think
I could just let you walk away?

What are you going to do, Lex...

kill me?

That's the last time
you'll ever touch me.

Do you really think
I could just let you walk away?

What are you
going to do, Lex...

kill me?

That's the last time
you'll ever touch me.

Do you really think
I could just let you walk away?

What are you
going to do, Lex?

I'm impressed.

I did learn from the master.

As soon as I heard
you'd freed yourself,

I laid out the
breadcrumbs...

and waited for the wolf to come knocking.

Tell me, Lex.

How were you planning
on getting your revenge?

Lana, if I wanted revenge,

we wouldn't be having
this conversation.

I've come here to beg
for your forgiveness.

With a gun pointed at your head,
you'll say anything, won't you?

The things I did to you
were beyond inexcusable.

I don't blame you
for wanting to ruin my life.

I probably would have done
the same thing...

only not as elegantly.

I always knew you were smart, Lana.

I didn't know you were brilliant...

using my own science against me.

It wasn't science, Lex.

It was your own psychosis.

You cloned me.

Not exactly.

Model 503 was never alive.

That's why you were able
to wheel it out of my lab...

and place it in your driver's seat.

By the time the car exploded,

you were safe and sound
while model 503,

with your DNA, was
being blown to bits.

It was perfect.

As far as the world's concerned,

Lana Luthor is dead and buried.

And a dead woman
can't be convicted of murder.

You'll never hurt
another person again, Lex.

I don't want to.

Don't come any closer.

I want to give you a better target.

After all the pain I've put you
through, I deserve to die.

Please, Lana.
Pull the trigger.

I promise you
the world will be a better place. Do it.

Kill me.

If you want to come back
to Smallville, you'll be safe.

I'll take care of everything.

You can live your life however you want.

My father's gone, presumed dead.
And as for me...

I would never, ever hurt you again.

I'm sorry, Lana.

Lois, when you're scaling
the wall of weird,

There aren't any mattresses
to break your fall.

To think I could have landed
a job at the Daily Planet.

What a joke.

I am no Chloe Sullivan and never will be.

Lane, I just read your story.
It's ridiculous.

But it was just her first draft,
Mr. Gabriel.

It's absurd how good it is.

Your prose leaps off the page
like a Bengal tiger. I was riveted.

So, you're actually
gonna run it?

Absolutely not. It's
utterly unprintable.

I don't care if every word of it is true.
I can't run a story...

about a ship from outer space
without a photo.

You got to learn, Lane.
Always carry a backup camera.

She's just starting out.
If you would just

give her a second chance...

You like water, Lane?

As much as the next girl.

Cause I'm giving you
a waterfront view.

This is your new desk right here,
right across from cousin Chloe.

Excuse me?

If you're lucky, Sullivan, some
of her passion will rub off on you,

Maybe put a little fire on that torch
you let burn out after high school.

Am I hearing things,
or did you just offer me a job?

Welcome to the Daily Planet,
Lois Lane.

You play your cards
right, you'll be

out of this basement quicker
than your cousin.

Nothing like a little family rivalry
to keep the bullpen hopping.

Kara?

You okay?

How did it happen?

Krypton, I mean.

I don't know.

I'd always heard whispers
of a doomsday scenario, but...

I never thought anyone
would actually do it.

We were supposed to be the most
advanced civilization in the galaxy.

One thing I've learned...

Is that evil exists in all cultures,

no matter how advanced they are.

Maybe if I had had my abilities
on Krypton, I could have saved it.

You saved a lot of people here today.

You should feel good about that.

It's different for you, Kal-El.

You don't have any memory of Krypton.

This has always been your home.

Well, then, be my memory.

Tell me about my family.

It's hazy from all those years
of sleep in the ship.

I do remember some.

I used to, uh, sneak away from
Kandor and come and see Lara.

She always made me smile.

You knew my mom?

The day she found out she was pregnant,

I'd never seen her so happy.

You were so cute.

You were her miracle baby.

And now she's gone.

My parents are gone,

The entire House of El.

I'll never see any of my family
ever again.

You're with family now.

Look, you can stay here with me
on the farm as long as you want.

You know, these humans
are not as bad as you think.

Thank you, Kal-El.

I mean, Clark.

I just wish I didn't feel
like such a failure.

I made my father a promise,
and I couldn't keep it.

Kara, that wasn't your fault.

We can't always be everything
our fathers expect us to be.

I know that firsthand.

The way he spoke of the crystal...

He told me to guard it with
my life, and now it's gone.

Wait, there's a crystal in that ship?

With all of my directives and the
power to help me along the way.

If that crystal fell into the wrong hands,

It could be disastrous.

Luckily, we don't
have to worry about that

since it was
destroyed with the ship.

No. That explosion wouldn't
scratch the crystal.

Only a Kryptonian can destroy it.

I've searched everywhere.

That crystal is gone.

The spacecraft was eviscerated,

but all is not lost.

Kal-El, my son,

you have finally chosen
to start your training.

A Kryptonian girl
showed up at my doorstep.

Her name is Kara.

Last time that happened,
you were behind it.

I know nothing of her arrival.

She says she was sent here
by her father, Zor-El.

You might remember him,
since he's your brother.

Care to tell me why you ignored
that branch of the family tree?

Whatever Zor-El wanted with you,

It was not for the greater good
of Krypton.

He could not be trusted,
and neither can his daughter.

You can't blame Kara
for the actions of her father.

She's not here to cause any harm.

That is an emotional, human reaction.

Be careful of your feelings, Kal-El.

They can betray you.

My feelings are part of who I am,
whether you like it or not.

Now, what about my training?

Your training starts with Kara.

Watch over her, Kal-El.

She poses a greater threat
than you believe.

Mr. Luthor.

I take it you found
who you were looking for.

There's someone else
I need you to locate.

This drawing isn't much to go on, sir.

It's all I have.

That woman saved my life.

Use whatever resources
are necessary to find her.

Is that clear?

Yes, sir.