All language subtitles for Smallville.s02e05.Nocturne.web-dl.720p.ac3_2.0.rus.eng

Hello? Is someone there?

- Damn it, boy, what were you thinking?
- I'm sorry, Father. It won't happen again.

What is the one rule
we live by in this house?

Byron stays in the cellar.

And why is that?

Because Father knows
what's best for Byron.

How the hell did you get out?

I swear, you'd better give me
an answer right now, or I'm gonna...

I pried open the lock.

Get out again, boy, there will be
more than a tranquilizer in that gun.

The sentiment's nice...

...but the fact that you found this
in a graveyard seems a little Amityville.

I think it's romantic. I haven't
gotten a love letter since third grade.

- Seems like a lost art.
- Not true, not true.

This morning in trig, I intercepted
a note from a wrestler to a cheerleader.

It wasn't exactly poetic,
but he definitely got his point across.

- Who do you think wrote it?
- I have no idea.

Hey, guys.

- So, what's going on?
- Lana has a secret admirer.

- It's nothing.
- What do you mean, nothing?

What happened to romantic?

Just let the boy read it.

- It's a little mushy.
- I almost forgot.

Clark Kent, the man of steel.

I'll see you guys later.

- Bye.
- Bye.

If you ask me, it sounds more
like a stalker than a secret admirer.

- Thanks.
- No problem.

That's kind of personal.

Go ahead and read it. You'll probably
agree with Clark that it's sappy.

The imagery's a little naive, but the meter's
actually quite sophisticated.

Who wrote this?

Either an admirer or a psychopath,
depending on who you ask.

That had a little edge to it,
is everything all right?

Everyone's giving me a hard time about
the poem. I guess I'm just a little defensive.

Take me to you

Imprison me

For I never shall be free
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me

John Donne.
He's one of my favorites.

If I didn't know better,
I'd say I found your Achilles' heel.

I didn't realize you were so into poetry.

It's nice some people
appreciate artistic expression.

It kind of raises the bar for
any other contenders, doesn't it, Clark?

- I know things aren't great between us...
- I'm fine, Clark.

Lana, I want to apologize
for ragging on the poem.

Guess poetry's not for everybody.

I was just surprised that you would show
Pete and Chloe and not show it to me.

You can't expect me to share everything
if you're not going to be open with me.

Don't you think it's weird? This guy's
sneaking around watching you.

Come on, Clark. Tell me you've never
watched somebody from afar.

So as you can see, sir...

...or maybe not
actually see in your case...

...it was an honest mistake...

...and one that I promise won't ever happen
again as long as I'm working for you.

Thank you, Tad.

That was a very heartfelt, if
not interminably long-winded, apology.

And I'm going to help
you keep that promise.

Tad...

...your things will be mailed to you.

Are you letting me go?

Never lose that grasp of the obvious, Tad.
It's one of your strongest attributes.

That's the fourth one
you've devoured this month.

- Where you finding these people, Lex?
- Little schools, like Harvard and Yale.

I spent hours going over resumes,
looking for the perfect fit.

You mustn't be fooled by a resume, Lex.

You have to look into their eyes
to see if they're up to the challenge.

I need your eyes to look for me, son.

I see. So somehow the failure
of your assistants is my fault.

Forget the self-pity, Lex,
I wasn't criticizing. I was critiquing.

There's a difference.

And if I recall, I didn't
ask for help. You offered.

I'm glad to see your condition
hasn't softened your paternal side.

My condition has nothing to do with it.

You're not the master of your universe
anymore, and it's killing you.

Just get me an assistant
who meets my criteria.

- I don't think I would fit your criteria.
- Probably not, but nobody's perfect.

At the sound of the opening bell on the
stock exchange floor Monday morning...

...LuthorCorp stock adjusted dramatically
after weeks of speculation as to...

I couldn't listen to another word
of that droning either.

- Who is that?
- It's Martha Kent.

I hope I'm not disturbing you.

No, no. It's a welcome interruption.

I came by to pick up the produce check
from Lex. He usually leaves it out for me.

I'm afraid my presence here has thrown
Lex's regimented routine into a mild chaos.

Well, I'm sure he's happy to have you here,
even if he doesn't know how to say it.

Your assumption's very generous.

"The plummeting stock sent a ripple
through investment houses.

CEO Lionel Luthor attributed the drop
to this quarter's anticipated deficit."

It's a smoke screen, isn't it?

To make investors nervous so when
LuthorCorp posts less impressive gains...

...the stock will have already adjusted.
- I had no idea Martha Kent...

...had such keen business acumen.

I wonder if your talents aren't
being wasted on organic produce.

I'm going to take that as a compliment.

You should.

I bought you this. At the used bookstore.

Edgar Allan Poe.

You really know
how to pick them, Mother.

Well, I read a couple of pages.
I couldn't make heads or tails.

I'm surprised.

He writes about pain and suffering...

...and people being buried alive.

Byron, I know you're upset,
but things are better this way.

How can you let him do this to me?

You have put your father
through enough.

Just be glad things are back to normal.

Normal kids aren't hunted
by their fathers.

I don't want to hear another word.
You just stick to your books...

...and keep your mouth shut.

Everything will be fine.

What am I doing? This is crazy.

Wait! I got your other poem.

It was beautiful.

You really think so?

What's your name?

Byron.

- Like the poet?
- Like my great-uncle.

But there's nothing poetic about him.

Why do you leave me these poems?

Because you inspire me.

No, don't!

Get away from her!

Clark!

Oh, my God.

- Are you okay?
- Yes.

Fine.

I can't believe I passed out.

I'm sorry I scared you.

It's okay, Clark.

You were protecting a beautiful young lady.

It was chivalrous.

You're lucky to have a boyfriend
who cares so much about you.

Clark's just a friend.

An overprotective one.

If I could write the beauty of your eyes

And number all your graces

The age to come would say
"This poet lies

Such heavenly touches
Ne'er touched earthly faces"

That was beautiful.

Which poet wrote that?

Shakespeare.

I can't imagine being home-schooled
and never seeing anybody.

You don't miss what you never had.

Seems like you don't get out much.
Are your parents pretty strict?

They only want what's best for me.

Oh, my God.
That's our milk delivery.

- What time is it?
- Quarter to five.

If my parents wake up...

Do you want us to tell
your parents what happened?

No, I'll be fine.

Byron, hurry!

I warned you not to leave, boy.

No! No!

Byron!

- Go away!
- Come on!

I'd better not catch you
around my son again!

Get out before I shoot you
for trespassing!

- Lionel Luthor offered you a job?
- I was just as surprised as you are.

- What'd you tell him?
- That I wanted to discuss it with you.

You know I've been thinking
about going back to work for a while.

Why with him? You know
he's got an ulterior motive for everything.

I know all about Lionel Luthor,
but we could use the money.

And I could use
a bigger challenge in my life.

Oh, I understand. Farm life's gotten
a little too boring for you, hasn't it?

I didn't mean it like that.

This is a chance for me
to put my education to use.

Even at the risk of losing
our privacy here?

You don't trust me to make that call?

I want to do this.

Martha...

Clark?

Lana, you two been out all night?

No, it's not what you think.

We met this kid and we think
his parents are abusing him.

Mrs. Moore?

I'm sorry to disturb you,
but I'd like to speak to your son.

- I'm afraid that's not possible, sheriff.
- Where is he?

Clark, let the sheriff handle this, please.

He's not in any trouble.

Look, I don't know what the hell's
going on here, sheriff...

...but our son is dead.

He drowned out
in Crater Lake eight years ago.

We just met him last night.

My son says that you threatened him.

I've never seen
these kids before in my life.

Look, it's taken all these years
to get past this...

...and then you show up
and pull a prank like this.

What kind of parent would raise a child
to do a wicked thing like that?

We're awfully sorry.
Look, Jonathan, I think we should go.

- They're lying.
- We saw him go in that house.

- This is a very awkward situation.
- I know it is, Ethan.

But if that young man's in trouble,
we wouldn't want that on our conscience.

I'll get a warrant.

It looks like your tortured artist is
a member of the dead poets society.

The certificate of death was signed
by Dr. Emil Jenkins.

It's gotta be fake.

Not that I don't trust your judgment,
but could it be possible that goth boy is...?

I don't think a ghost could polish off
three pieces of cake and two cappuccinos.

I was just checking.
I mean, this is Smallville.

I ran Dr. Jenkins' name through the
computer and found something interesting.

Eight years ago, he supervised a medical
trial over at Metron Pharmaceuticals.

Let me guess, Byron was a participant.

Yeah, they were all kids who
had exhibited antisocial behavior.

But that doesn't sound like Byron,
he's so gentle.

Could it be that our new Shakespeare has
stirred the heart of our young Juliet?

It's nice to meet someone so honest,
I don't have to guess what they're thinking.

- We have to start looking for Byron.
- No, we should see what the sheriff finds.

Chopin? I always thought you found him
to be too sentimental.

No, Lex, I find that he
sometimes lacks subtlety.

Sometimes.

I take it from your tone
you're angry with me.

What transgression
have I committed now?

I wasted yesterday
interviewing more prospects...

...only to find you've hired Mrs. Kent.

- What's your angle, Dad?
- Angle?

Martha Kent is a very capable woman.

Unshakable honesty like hers...

...it's hard to come by.

She just happens to be one of the few
pillars of this community who could...

...ingratiate a despised tycoon
to the citizens of Smallville.

I hadn't thought of it in those terms.

I suppose that is an unexpected benefit.

I don't know what your sudden interest is
in the Kents...

...but I want you to stay away from them.
They mean a lot to me.

And I wonder what they would think
of your trying to meddle in their affairs.

You think if you're a very good boy,
they'll welcome you into their family?

Well, it would certainly be a step up.

You know, Lex, Zeus had a son...

...an adopted son, who thought
he could find a home among mortals.

You know what happened
to the well-intentioned Prometheus?

His dad had him chained to a rock
and his liver was eaten by vultures. Why?

Prometheus was immortal, Lex.

No matter how much he wanted
to escape the world he was born into...

...the world of the gods, he
never could. It wasn't possible.

If I find out that you have any agenda
that could hurt the Kents...

...this amiable father-son detente
will come to an abrupt end.

What happened to waiting
for the sheriff?

I need to know if Byron's in here.

You're a regular Dr. Doolittle.

This place is like an NRA petting zoo.

There's something under this rug.

It's lead, that's why
I couldn't see through it.

That's good to know. You ought to think
about publishing an instruction manual.

Watch the door.

Byron, what did they do to you?

It's not what you think.

I have to get you out of here.

- How did you do that?
- Rusty lock. Come on!

Don't! Last time I went out
during the day, I hurt my dad!

No one deserves
to be locked up like this.

You don't understand!

Trust me, Byron.
I understand more than you know.

No!

Leave me alone!

Byron, you okay?

You should have listened to me.

What are you looking at?

- Byron, it's okay.
- Get away from me!

Pete?

Pete, I saw your mom downstairs,
are you all right?

Yeah.

The doctors say
it's a hairline fracture...

...which is ironic because it hurts
everywhere else except my hairline.

Oh, sweetie.

Being part of this family should come
with its own group health insurance.

I thought we agreed you were gonna
wait for Sheriff Ethan.

Dad, they had Byron locked in
the basement, chained to the wall.

When Clark carried him out,
he went Jekyll and Hyde on us.

- I tried to stop him.
- You tried?

How big of a change
are we talking about here?

You really shouldn't be here.

My husband is out looking for Byron,
but he'll be back soon.

My son feels responsible.

We want to help.

You just...

You can't imagine how hard it was
for both of us.

You probably think we're
horrible parents.

When I took Byron out into the light,
why did he change?

It was one of the side effects
of the drug.

He can't be out in the sun.

I wish we'd never gotten
involved in that mess.

They promised...

...that the drug
would make him better...

...would make him normal.

There's gotta be somebody somewhere
that can help your son.

We tried everything.

Dr. Jenkins watched six other boys die...

...trying to reverse the side effects.

They had Byron hooked up
to all those machines...

...like he was some sort of alien.

Is that why you faked
his death certificate?

We didn't know what to do.

Finally, we locked him
in the cellar.

He cried, for days.
He didn't understand...

...why we had to keep him down here.

We felt like the monsters.

If I get Byron out of the sun,
will he change back?

Yeah.

He's so strong now,
I don't know how anybody could do that.

I just got back from seeing Pete. He told
me what happened. Thanks for the call.

- Look, Lana, l...
- Why did you lie to me, Clark?

Byron's my friend, and I wanted to help.
You cut me out.

- I didn't want you to get hurt.
- Is that it, or don't you trust me?

- You haven't seen Byron, have you?
- No.

But if I had, you'd know already.
I'd have been honest with you.

Okay, I think I figured out why our would-be
Shakespeare went all pro-wrestler on you.

Jeez, is it just me,
or did it get cold in here?

What'd you find?

The drug that Byron was given during the
medical trials targeted his adrenal system.

It says they were looking for a cure.
We need to track down the company.

It's too late. Metron was shut down
before they even finished their research.

Why would they do that?

I don't know. Maybe Clark
should ask his mom's new boss.

Lionel Luthor owns Metron.

Just one of the many LuthorCorp
subsidiaries that promises a brighter future.

I'll talk to Lex.

I'd love to help you, but Pete just sent out
an SOS for his PlayStation 2, so good luck.

- Where are you going?
- To look for Byron.

Wait, Lana. My dad, Mr. Moore and half
the sheriff's department are out searching.

- So I should just stay here and pour coffee?
- I'm saying you should be careful.

Byron's not the same guy.
If you see him, don't get too close.

Call someone.

Byron.

It's me, Lana.
I want to help you.

I was down there for eight years,
I'm not going back.

You could hurt people like this.
The Byron I met wouldn't want that.

I know who did this to you.
It was LuthorCorp.

Clark's talking to Luthor's son.
They can find a cure.

There is no cure!

- Byron, no!
- I want you!

They made me into someone
no one can love.

Not even you!

Another mark on the Luthor name.

My father's leaving me quite a legacy.

You might give your mom a heads up.

If she's gonna work for my father,
this is what she's getting into.

My mother can take care of herself, Lex.

Besides, I haven't seen her
this excited in a long time.

To tell you the truth, Clark,
I was a little surprised...

...considering my offers to ease
your family's financial situation...

...have been
met with a resounding no...

...it stung a little to see her name
on my father's payroll.

Well, to be honest, it wasn't exactly a
unanimous decision at the Kent household.

My father's the poster boy
for family strife.

I'm sorry it's spreading.

Look at it this way, Lex, at least
my father's not upset with you this time.

I'll look into Metron, see where my
father's hiding the proverbial bodies.

Now, I have to head over to the plant. Some
Luthors actually have to work for a living.

Wow, I didn't realize the traffic
in Smallville had gotten so bad.

It's my father.
I hope your mom likes helicopters.

My family doesn't fly much.

Trust me, that's about to change.

I'll talk to you later, Clark.

Watch your head.

All right!

- It's this one here.
- What?

This one.

First time in a helicopter, Martha?

I wasn't expecting a trip to Metropolis
on my first day.

All right, Bob, we're off!

Yes, sir.

- What's happening, Bob?
- I don't know!

What's happening?

Bob?

Oh, my God!

- What is it?
- We have to get out of here! Come on!

Martha!

- Luthor!
- Who the hell are you?

Oh, no!

You did this to me!

Did what?

What are you talking about?

I don't want to have to hurt you, Byron.

- We gotta get you out of the light.
- No! You can't stop me!

Clark!

Clark?

It's okay, Byron.

You're gonna be all right.

Clark.

Hey, I brought you some light reading.

They're a lost art form.

I don't remember our fight,
but I cannot believe I didn't hurt you.

Some people are just lucky.

- Hey, how's the wrist?
- It'll be better in a couple of days.

- I can't believe l...
- Hey, don't worry about it.

I know it wasn't you.

You were brave to come and find me.

A friend warned me to be careful.
I should have listened to him.

Let me see your hand.

- Dad, I heard what happened. Are you okay?
- I'm relatively unscathed...

...thanks to Martha and Clark.

Clark?

He's a rather extraordinary young man,
don't you think?

Hi, Lex. I spoke to the foundation...

...and they can transfer the funds
into the new account.

Seven hours on the clock, and you're
already laundering money for my father?

I'm convincing him to fund new research
into Byron Moore's condition. You okay?

I'm sure my father informed you
LuthorCorp is not in the charity business.

I did, I did.

Then I explained that he'll spend less
helping this boy live a normal life...

...than he would on advertising to restore
consumer confidence in LuthorCorp.

The papers will be here tomorrow
for you to sign.

- See you in the morning.
- All right.

Lex...

...I can feel your smirk from here.

Better watch it, Dad...

...or your new executive assistant
might start rearranging all your priorities.

You pulled one of your trademark
disappearing acts last night.

I figured you could use
some time alone with Byron.

Sonnets? Not exactly your usual reading.

Byron was really into them.
I thought maybe I could learn something.

What'd you think?

They really weren't for me.

An honest answer. I like that.

I'm sorry for not being straight with you
from the beginning.

It's okay.

When I confronted Byron,
I got so scared.

First person I thought of was you.

Really?

I thought, "If Clark was here,
he'd know what to do."

Thought I could save him.
I just ended up making things worse.

You were trying to help a friend,
there's no harm in that.

I hope Byron's gonna be okay.

It doesn't bother you that he's so...?

Different?

If you really like someone,
you accept every part of them.

But you can't do that until they're willing
to share every part with you.

I think people like Byron...

He keeps a part of himself hidden
so he doesn't scare people away.

If you want to get close to someone,
you have to take that risk.

What if the risk is too big to take?

Then you might miss out on something
that could be pretty amazing.