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Airdate: April 23, 2002
Written by: Cameron Litvack
Directed by: Terrence O'Hara
Transcript by: Kerrplop


We see a woman sleeping in a hospital bed. Night. She is connected to a beeping heart monitor and she has an oxygen tube beneath her nose. A young man comes in and sits next to her bed. He has on a bracelet with a green jewel on it. The woman wakes up.

Tylerís Mom: Tyler. I missed you.

Tyler: I missed you too, Mom. Did you get my postcards?

Tylerís Mom: I didnít think youíd come.

She starts to cough.

Tyler: Iím getting the doctor.

Tylerís Mom: Wait, Tyler. I asked you to come home for a reason. I need you to help me. I want you to help me die, Tyler.

Tyler: Don't talk like that. You're gonna get well.

Tylerís Mom: I want to be buried back home in Smallville.

Tyler: You have to be strong, Mom!

Tylerís Mom: I canít fight this anymore. If you love me, you'll do this for me.

He walks to the door and slowly pulls it shut. He walks back to the bed and she nods at him. He takes the tube away from her nose and kisses her forehead.

Tyler: I love you, Mom.

Tylerís Mom: And I love you, Tyler.

He takes the pillow out from beneath her head and puts it over her face. The heart monitor speeds up and then flatlines. A nurse enters.

Nurse: Oh, my God! Security! Get me security now! Get away from her!

Tyler: She was in pain!

A guard enters.

Guard: Whatís going on?

Nurse: I think heís killed her!

The guard grabs Tyler by the shirt.

Tyler: Let go! Let go! Let go!!!

Tyler thrashes against the guard and finally gets out of his grip, falling back against a window. It breaks and he falls out of the hospital.

CUT TO a morgue where a coroner is examining Tylerís body.

Coroner: Tyler Randall, male Caucasian. Body has multiple fracture injuries consistent with a high fall of more than 20 feet. Subject's neck is broken just below the axis. What do we got here? Letís see. (He lifts the sheet near Tylerís wrist) Oh man, thatís gotta hurt. (We hear bones crack as he pushes Tylerís wrist back into place. He removes the bracelet and the green jewel remains embedded in Tylerís wrist) Subject has unknown rock fragment wedged between the brachial radialis and the flexors of the right forearm. (He starts pulling it out with a pair of tweezers) Come on, come on. (He gets it out) Possibly the result of impact. Okay, Tyler. Letís take a look under the hood.

The coroner pulls the sheet down uncovering Tylerís chest and starts up an electric saw. As heís gets closer, Tylerís eyes open and he grabs the coronerís arm, who then drops the saw. The coroner starts turning into gray ash, starting with his arm and coursing through the rest of his body, eventually collapsing into dust. Tyler sits up and gets off the bed.

(Opening credits)


Clark and Martha drive up to a building called Mobile Meals in the truck. Day. They get out of the truck.

Clark: Well, here we are.

Martha: Clark, Iím only asking for two hours. Iím sorry to cut into your busy social schedule.

Clark: Itís not that. I donít mind helping out for a good cause. Itís just all these people are--

Martha: Old and sick?

Clark: Itís just hard to deal with. Thereís nothing we can really do to help them.

Martha: Youíre right. You canít save them from old age and illness, but thatís not the point. Youíre saving them from loneliness. Donít forget the irises. (They start for the building.) You excited about the big fishing trip with your dad next weekend?

Clark: Mmm...

Martha: You didnít forget, did you?

Clark: How could I? Weíve been going every year since I was seven. Ten hours in a rowboat, swatting mosquitoes, looking for ripples in the water.

Martha: I thought you enjoyed fishing.

Clark: I did when I was younger.

Martha: Well, if you donít want to go you need to tell him.

Clark: I donít want to hurt his feelings.

Martha: He may not like it, but he needs to know.

A man comes out of the building.

Hank: Ah, Martha, Clark, Iíd like you to meet Tyler Randall, new volunteer.

Tyler comes out.

Martha: Hi.

Hank: I want you to show him the ropes.

He shakes Marthaís hand and we see that heís wearing gloves.

Tyler: Hank tells me you grow the best organic produce this side of Metropolis.

Clark: You just made a friend for life.

Martha: What brings you to Smallville?

Tyler: I came back to make funeral preparations. I recently lost my mother.

Martha: Oh, Iím sorry to hear that.

Tyler: What do you say we get to those deliveries.

Martha: We can start with Mrs. Sykes. Sheíll be happy to see us.

Clark: Her dog Pepper on the other hand...

Martha: Oh, Pepperís not so bad

CUT TO Tyler, Martha, and Clark entering Mrs. Sykesí house. Pepper runs to the door barking.

Martha: Hi, Pepper, hi. How are you today? Pepper, this is Tyler.

Tyler reaches down to pet the dog and she growls.

Clark: Donít worry, sheís probably just hungry. Iíll get her something to eat. Come on, Pepper.

Martha: (To Tyler) A lot of our clients are elderly and housebound like Mrs. Sykes. (They enter the bedroom where Mrs. Sykes is lying in the bed) Good morning, Mrs. Sykes. How are you feeling today?

Mrs. Sykes: Terrible. Is that Clark? He looks different.

Martha: No, this is Tyler, our new driver.

She starts to open her bag.

Tyler: Let me. How about some lunch, Mrs. Sykes? (She inhales sharply, clutching her chest) Whatís wrong?

Mrs. Sykes: It hurts. My pills, get me my, get my...

Tyler hands her the pills and Clark enters.

Clark: Isnít there anything we can do for her?

Martha: I wish there were.

Tyler: (Offering a flower) One of Mrs. Kentís beautiful irises, for a beautiful lady.

Mrs. Sykes: Donít ever get old and sick, son. The world got no use for you.

Tyler: Iíll tell you what. Iíll bring you another iris tomorrow.

Mrs. Sykes: I like roses. White ones.

Tyler: Then white ones it is.

Mrs. Sykes: I like this one, Martha.


Lex enters his pool room. Day. Lionelís assistant Dominic is already there.

Dominic: Your fatherís very disappointed with you, Lex.

Lex: My fatherís disappointment is perennial. Only the circumstances change. What do you want, Dominic?

Dominic: An internal audit of your division has turned up accounting irregularities, and Iíve been authorized to come down and go through it in a thorough manner.

Lex: So this is payback for turning down my fatherís offer to join him in Metropolis.

Dominic: Lionel has been very tolerant of your excesses. But this time, you didnít spend the money on parties and sports cars and he wants to know where it went.

Lex: Do you know what my father gave me for my tenth birthday? A copy of ďThe Will to Power.Ē ďBehold the super man. Man is something to be overcome.Ē Sun Tzu, Machiavelli, Nietzsche. They were the voices that nurtured me after my mother died. My father made ever question a quiz, every choice a test. Second best was for losers, compassion for losers, trust no one. Those were the lessons I grew up.

Dominic: Iíll remember that if Iím every interviewed by the biography channel.

Lex: All Iím saying, Dominic, is try and remember who I was raised by. I try to deny it, but Iím still my fatherís son. Tread carefully.


Lana refills a womanís coffee in the Talon. Day.

Lana: There you go.

Woman: Thanks.

Lana walks away and we see Clark sitting at a table flipping through a fishing magazine. Lex enters.

Lex: Looks like a real page-turner.

Clark: My father and I have our annual fishing trip.

Lex: Of course you do. My father and I went on a fishing trip once.

Clark: Really? He doesnít seem like the fishing type.

Lex: Heís not. We were the bait. We flew to South Australia, went down in the cage, got up close and personal with a couple of great whites.

Clark: Sounds like a Kodak moment.

Lex: When youíre rich and untouchable like he is, you do things to make yourself feel alive.

Clark: Whyíd you go?

Lex: Because he didnít think I would. We never went on another father-son trip after that.

Clark: I wish my father would do something other than fishing.

Lex: What about a football game? Iíve got two extra tickets for the skybox at the Metropolis Sharks game next Sunday. Theyíre yours.

Clark: Thatíd be great. My fatherís been following the team all season. I wouldnít even have to twist his arm.

Lex: Problem solved.

He gets up and walks away. Clark sees Lana hang up the phone and start crying. He goes to her.

Clark: Lana, what is it?

Lana: That was-- that was Whitneyís mom. His dad just had another heart attack.


Jonathan is working with a blowtorch in the loft. Day. Dominic enters and taps him on the shoulder.

Jonathan: Donít you know it is not a good idea to sneak up on somebody with an acetylene torch?

Dominic: Iím sorry. My name's Dominic Senatori, I work for Lionel Luthor. Iím here in Smallville following up on a research project Lex Luthor recently instigated.

Jonathan: Look, Dominic, if you donít mind, I got a lot of work to do around here, okay?

Dominic: There was an incident involving your son and Lexís Porsche and a bridge. Lex has spent a considerable amount of time and capital researching the crash, and I was wondering if you knew why.

Jonathan: Look, the truth is Lex Luthor was driving like a maniac. His car went off the bridge into the water. My son jumped in, risked his life to save him. Thatís the end of the story.

Dominic: And you wouldnít know why he commissioned an in-depth profile into you and your family?

Jonathan: I have no idea.

Dominic: Fair enough, Mr. Kent. Thank you for your time.

Jonathan: Uh, just out of curiosity, what were Lexís findings on the crash?

Dominic leaves without answering.

Act 1 Scene 5

Clark and Lana enter Whitneyís fatherís hospital room. Day.

Father: Whitney, is that you?

Lana: Itís Clark Kent, Mr. Fordman.

Father: Oh, Lana. Well, whereís Whitney? I havenít seen my son yet?

Lana: Donít worry. Heíll be here soon.

Clark: (Quietly) Where is Whitney?

Lana: I donít know. His mom said heíd be here.


Jonathan is adjusting a fishing reel in the dining room. Night. An open tackle box is on the table in front of him. Clark enters.

Jonathan: Clark, howís Whitneyís dad?

Clark: Heís hanging in there.

Jonathan: Thatís good. (He holds up a rod) You remember this?

Clark: Itís my first fishing rod.

Jonathan: You used to practice casting it out in the paddock all day.

Clark: I remember.

Jonathan: In fact, I remember that I used to have to pry it out of your hands just to get you to go to bed at night.

Clark: Dad, what would you say if we could be sitting in a deluxe box next Sunday watching the Metropolis Sharks?

Jonathan: Iíd say the Milk Riverís changed quite a bit.

Clark: Think about it. No worms, no cold mornings, no eating canned peaches.

Jonathan: Wait a minute. Did Lex Luthor arrange all this for us? (Clark doesn't answer) Clark, this morning, I had a surprise visit from one of Lionel Luthorís people. Did you know that your buddy Lex Luthor was having us investigated after the bridge accident?

Clark: Yeah, but Lex said it was all in our past. He promised.

Jonathan: You knew and you didnít tell me?

Clark: Because I knew youíd react like this.

Jonathan: I thought we had an understanding. How am I supposed to protect you if you wonít give me all the facts?

Clark: I donít always need your protection.

Jonathan: When it comes to your secret, you bet you do. Maybe when you get a little older you'll understand my apprehension about the Luthor family.

Clark: Stop treating me like a kid! I'm not seven years old anymore! I'm not casting lines in the paddock. I donít even like fishing! The only reason I do it is because it makes you happy! (He pauses) Dad, that-- that didnít come out right.

Jonathan: No, son, I think it did.

He exits.

Act 1 Scene 7

Mrs. Sykes is asleep in her bed. Night. We hear a door open and Pepper starts to bark.

Mrs. Sykes: Pepper? (A hand reaches for Pepper and Mrs. Sykes hears her whimper and the become silent) Pepper!

Tyler enters her room.

Tyler: I brought you a white rose. (She starts to cough and he give her a glass of water) Youíve lived so long with pain. Sometimes, donít you whish it would just end?

Mrs. Sykes: Oh, yes. I canít go on. Not like this.

Tyler: (He takes off one of his gloves) Itíll all be over soon. I promise.

Tyler touches her hand and she turns to ash and crumbles.

Fade to black.


Clark comes down the stairs and joins Martha in the kitchen. Day.

Clark: Whereís Dad?

Martha: He wanted to get an early start, said he had a lot of work to do today.

Clark: Heís avoiding me, isn't he?

Martha: Iím not gonna play referee. You two need to work this out.

Clark: We will. First, weíll have a week of uncomfortable silence, and then weíll start talking about something trivial, and then weíll move on.

Martha: Avoiding it and hoping the problem goes away isnít dealing with it.

Clark: What can I do? You know how stubborn he can be.

Martha: I know how stubborn you both can be. I donít want to see you two drift apart like he did with his father.

Clark: I thought they were close.

Martha: They were, but they kept things from each other. When your grandfather passed away, there was a lot your dad didnít get to tell him, a lot he regrets. I just donít want to see history repeat itself.


Clark meets Pete and Chloe outside the school. Day.

Clark: Chloe! I just got your note. I canít believe it. I just saw Mrs. Sykes yesterday.

Chloe: I know. Iím sorry, Clark.

Clark: What happened?

Chloe: Well, the official story is that there was some sort of a fire, but all they found were her ashes.

Clark: And the unofficial?

Chloe: Spontaneous combustion.

Pete: She thinks the old lady just burst into flames.

Chloe: (Reading from a paper) ďOctober, 1978. Joyce Maslow was dancing in a disco in Elizabeth, New Jersey when flames burst from her head and back enveloping her. In seconds, she was a human torch, consumed before the eyes of her horrified boyfriend.Ē

Clark: You donít have to look so happy about it.

Chloe: Iím not happy, Iím intrigued.

Pete: Which means youíre still gonna look into it.

Chloe: Am I that transparent?

Clark & Pete: Yes.


Jonathan is dropping bales of hay from the upper level of the loft. Day. Lex enters.

Lex: Mr. Kent?

Jonathan: Clark isnít here.

Lex: Actually, I came to see you. I was wondering if you were planning on coming to the game next Sunday.

Jonathan: Iím going fishing, Lex. I donít know what my son is doing.

Lex: The tickets were meant as a gift.

Jonathan: Yeah, Iím sure your intentions were entirely noble.

Lex: Thatís not fair. I donít think you understand how I regard Clark and your family.

Jonathan: Yes, I do. I understand perfectly well. Weíre just the pawns in your eternal chess game with your dad.

Lex: Do you have a family photo?

Jonathan: Yeah, I got lots of family photos, Lex.

Lex: The only picture of my father and me appears in the LuthorCorp annual report.

Jonathan: Is this the part where Iím supposed to feel sorry for you?

Lex: No. I just want you to understand if Iím guilty of anything regarding your family, itís envy.

Jonathan: Well, if youíre so envious of my family, then why do you feel the need to investigate it behind my back?

Lex: I wanted to know what happened out on that bridge the day of the accident. I had a theory and it turned out to be false. I was totally upfront with Clark about it. Thatís what this is about. Clark wasnít upfront with you.

Jonathan: Heís a good kid, Lex. I donít want that to change.

Lex: Neither do I. You know, from the day I first met Clark, all youíve ever seen is the name Luthor.

Jonathan: Well, so far, you havenít given me a reason to see anything else.


Whitney is shooting hoops outside the school. Day. Clark approaches.

Clark: You see that Kansas State game last week?

Whitney: What are you doing here, Clark? Did Lana send you?

Clark: I told her youíd see it coming a mile away.

Whitney: Hey, Iím not angry. So, heís come to find out why the heartless son hasnít gone by the hospital to visit his dying father.

Clark: Something like that.

Whitney: I remember how my dad used to say how he was gonna be there the day I threw my first pass for the Sharks. He said it so often, I actually believed it would happen.

Clark: It still could.

Whitney: My father is the strongest man I ever knew. He lettered in three sports at State. When I see him there in the hospital so weak, it kills me because thatís not my father. Whatever you do for a long time to come, your father is gonna be there to support you. Iíll only have a memory of my dad, and I donít want that memory to be of that sick man laying there in the hospital.

Clark: No, I get it. Itís just, Iíd take the man over the memory any day of the week.

Clark walks away and Chloe sees him.

Chloe: Clark, Iíve been looking all over for you. Look what I found in the Daily Planet.

Hands him a paper.

Clark: ďBody Disappears From Metropolis MorgueĒ?

Chloe: Yeah, but look at the photo. The coronerís body was disintegrated into ash.

Clark: Just like Mrs. Sykes.

Chloe: I donít know, but it sure would be nice to check out that house for ourselves.

Clark nods.

CUT TO Clark and Chloe in Mrs. Sykesí bedroom. Chloe takes pictures of the bed which has some remaining ash on it.

Clark: You know, this is a crime scene.

Chloe: So? Well, thereís no other sign of fire damage anywhere, so you might want to dial back on that spontaneous combustion skepticism.

Clark: No barking.

Chloe: I wasnít planning on it.

Clark: Pepper.

Chloe: Whoís Pepper?

Clark: Mrs. Sykesí dog. She turned into a barking machine anytime someone came over. Pepper? Come here, girl!

Chloe: Well, animal shelter probably came and got her.

Clark looks around. He looks through a drape with x-ray vision and sees a pile of ash under it. He goes to look.

Clark: Oh, no.

Chloe: Oh, donít tell me thatís Pepper. Yuck.

Clark picks up a dog tag with Pepperís name on it and Chloe takes a picture. Clark notices the white rose next to the bed.

Clark: What happened may have been combustion, but I have a feeling it wasnít spontaneous.


Martha drives up to Mobile Meals. Day. Hank comes out as she starts unloading the truck.

Hank: Well, afternoon, Martha.

Martha: Hi.

Hank: I didnít know that you were volunteering today.

Martha: Oh, just dropping off some extra produce. Didnít want it to go to waste.

Hank: Well, here, let me give you a hand with that.

Martha: Oh, thatís okay. I got it. Just close that for me.

Hank: (Closes the trunk) All right. Iíll be in the office if you need me.

Martha: Okay. (Martha enters the warehouse with the crate of produce. She turns a corner and Tyler pops up in front of her, startling her) Oh, Tyler! What are you doing here?

Tyler: Here, let me help you with this.

Tyler: touches the crate and all the produce turns to ash.)

Martha: Mrs. Sykes... that was you.

Hank: (From outside) Martha? You okay?

Martha: Hank, call the sheriff.

Hank: Whatís going on here? (Tyler starts to run away) Hold it right there!

Martha: Hank, donít!

Hank grabs Tylerís arms when he gets to the door, and turns into ash. Martha backs away.

CUT TO Clark running up outside. He looks through the building with x-ray vision and sees Martha backing away from Tyler.

Clark: Mom! (He super speeds inside) Get away from her!

Martha: Clark, donít touch him! (Tyler touches Clarkís face, making it a grayish color. Clark throws him at a stack of boxes and his face returns to normal) Clark, are you okay?

Clark touches his face, confused.

Fade to black.


Clark is in the loft doing his homework. Day. Jonathan enters.

Jonathan: Son, your mom is, uh, sheís resting. Sheís pretty shaken up, but I think sheís gonna be fine. The police are looking everywhere for Tyler.

Clark: I donít think theyíre gonna stop him.

Jonathan: Why?

Clark: Because I saw his heart. It wasnít beating.

Jonathan: Clark, thatí doesnít make any sense. How can... how can he walk around if heís dead?

Clark: How can he turn people to ash? When he touched my face, I felt like the life was being drained out of me.

Jonathan: (Reaching for Clarkís face) Clark, are you sure that youíre--

Clark: (Backs away) Yeah. (They share an uncomfortable silence and Jonathan gets up to leave) Dad?

Jonathan: Yeah?

Clark: Nothing.

Jonathan leaves.

Act 3 Scene 2

Clark enters the Talon and goes to the bar where Lana is working. Day.

Lana: Clark. I hard what happened at Mobile Meals. Is your mom all right?

Clark: Yeah.

Lana: I canít believe Tyler would hurt anybody. He seemed so nice.

Clark: If you run into him, whatever you do, donít let him touch you. Long story, just trust me.

Lana: Whitney phoned. He wanted to get together later and talk.

Clark: Thatís great.

Lana: I donít know what you said, but thank you. Gotta go.

Lana leaves as Lex enters.

Lex: Clark, Iím glad I ran into you. I need to talk to you about the Sharks game. Is your dad coming?

Clark: Iím not sure.

Lex: Funny, when I asked him, he was pretty adamant he wasnít gong. Iím rescinding the offer. Go fishing with your dad.

Clark: Lex, you donít have to do that.

Lex: I know. But your dad just wants to spend some time with you. Itís not something I want to come between. In his own way, heís just trying to give you something my father never gave me.

Clark: Whatís that?

Lex: Limitations. All my father ever told me was ďDonít get caught. Donít cause a scandal.Ē Thatís not love, thatís public relations. You have no idea how lucky you are. When my father dies, kings will come to his funeral, but when yours does, his friends will come. (Lex exits)

Act 3 Scene 3

Lana enters the cemetery. Night. Whitney is standing next to the Langsí graves.

Lana: Nell told me she saw you come out here.

Whitney: Yeah. I just realized that in all the time weíve known each other, I've never been here before.

Lana: Itís okay, Whitney.

Whitney: No, itís not. Itís just the thought of losing my parents was so awful. I didnít want to think about it.

Lana: Thatís why you need to talk to your father. Go see him, Whitney. Make the best of the time you have left. (They hug.)

Whitney: Thanks, Lana. Iím, uh, I'm gonna go to the hospital. Do you want me to walk you home?

Lana: I think Iím gonna stay. I havenít been out here in a while.

Whitney: Okay.

He kisses her on the forehead and leaves. Lana kneels next to her parentsí graves for a moment, then gets up to leave. She hears rustling.

Lana: Whitney?

She gasps as she nearly runs into Tyler.

Tyler: Itís all right. I wonít hurt you. I donít want to hurt anyone, Lana. I only want to bring them peace. I heard your friend talking. His father must be in terrible pain. I can help your friend.

She hears a branch snap and turns around, and when she turns back, heís gone. She runs out of the cemetery.

Act 3 Scene 4

Lex pours two glass of whiskey in his study. Night. Dominic is at the computer.

Dominic: Then, thereís a discrepancy between the purchasing and shipping records.

Lex: Stop. I know my father authorized this investigation, but enough bean-counting for one day. (Handing Dominic a glass) 30-year-old, single-malt. Also bought with my fatherís money. Make sure you jot that down. (Dominic takes a sip) Letís be frank, Dominic. My father sent you here to spy on me because heís afraid of how well Iím doing. This was my last chance to prove myself and he just assumed Iíd fail. Now he has to revise his definition of me. Iím not just his screw-up son anymore. Now I'm competition. And my father only knows one way of dealing with competition.

Dominic: There are some things better left between patient and therapist, Lex.

Lex: You know, in ancient Persia, the kings would kill a messenger who brought them news they didnít like. In modern times, a sword in the chest might seem a little extreme. Something more subtle would be in order. Enjoying your drink?


Pete, Chloe, and Clark at the Torch. Night. They look at pictures of Tyler from the autopsy on the computer. The picture of his hand bent backwards comes up.

Pete: Oh, thatís disgusting!

Chloe: I guess I should have mentioned the ďmay not be suitable for all agesĒ disclaimer. Your friend Tylerís been busy.

Clark: What do you mean busy?

Chloe: I mean he tried to kill his mother, rose from the dead, and escaped from the morgue busy. My buddy Chad works weekends for the M.E. He zip-filed the toxicology report. Besides the fatal amount of pain killers, they also found fragments of an unknown green stone embedded in his skin.

Pete: Meteor rocks.

Chloe: Yep.

Clark: If thatís the case, why arenít all the dead bodies in Smallville rising from their graves?

Chloe: I think itís the lethal combo of pain killers and meteor rocks that caused Tyler to pull a ďThriller.Ē

Clark: Wait a minute. Didnít you say Tyler tried to kill his mother?

Chloe: Tried and failed. His mother recovered enough to be sent home.

Lana enters.

Lana: Clark, I just left Tyler in the graveyard.

Clark: Are you okay?

Lana: He heard Whitney talking about his father. He said that he could bring him peace.

Clark: Did you call the police?

Lana nods and Clark leaves.

Lana: Where are you going?

She looks at Chloe and Pete.

Chloe: Donít look at me. He does that all the time.


Whitney enters his fatherís hospital room. Night. He doesnít see Tyler already in the room behind him.

Whitney: Dad...

Tyler: He canít hear you.

Whitney: Who are you?

Tyler: Iíve come to help your father... and you. (He walks toward the bed and Whitney grabs his shirt.)

Whitney: Hey!

Tyler throws Whitney back where he hits his had on the sink, knocking him unconscious.

Tyler: (To Whitneyís father) I can end your pain. I know what youíre feeling, how much it hurts. But I can make it all go away.

Tyler takes off his gloves.

Fade to black.


Clark super speeds into the hospital and goes into Whitneyís fatherís room. Night. Tyler is still next to the bed, about to touch Whitneyís father.

Clark: Tyler, donít!

Clark super speeds to Tyler and throws him at the wall.

Tyler: I heard you friend, Clark. Seeing his father like this is tearing him apart. I can give them both peace.

Clark: Itís not your decision, Tyler.

Tyler: Youíre wrong. I have to help him.

Tyler walks toward the bed and Clark throws him out the door.)

Clark: Youíre not taking away their pain. Youíre stealing Whitneyís last chance to be with his father.

Tyler: You canít stop me, Clark. No one can. Donít you see? Itís better this way. I know, I could see it in my motherís eyes.

Clark: Your motherís alive. She recovered after that night in Metropolis. They brought her home to Smallville.

Tyler: I thought--

Clark: Sheís alive, Tyler. Let me take you to her.

CUT TO Tyler and Clark entering Tylerís motherís bedroom where she is sleeping.

Tyler: Itís a miracle.

Clark: Itís life. As long as we have that, thereís still hope.

Tyler: She seems so peaceful. I thought that I was brought back to relieve the suffering of others, but it was my pain all along. What have I done?

Clark: Tyler...

Tyler: I just want it all to be over.

Tyler touches his hands together and turns into ash.

Clark: Tyler!

Clark goes to Tyler, but itís too late.


Lex stands by his car in an alley in Metropolis. Day. Lionel dries up and gets out of his car.

Lionel: Interesting choice of location for a meeting, Lex. Why didnít you just come up to the penthouse?

Lex: I was making a garbage delivery. I didnít want to tarnish the marble.

Lionel: Iím not in the mood to joust, Lex.

Lex: I was hoping you might explain Dominic's visit.

Lionel: My auditors discovered a number of unaccounted expenditures coming out of the Smallville plant. I thought it prudent to investigate.

Lex: Come on, Dad. I squandered more than a weekend in Hong Kong. You didnít sic your adding machines on me then.

Lionel: Weíre talking corporate finances, Lex, not your pocket money.

Lex: It bothers you, doesnít it? That I'm not dependent on your anymore, that Iíve made friends in Smallville, people I can trust.

Lionel: Donít be ridiculous, Lex. Iím happy youíre doing well.

Lex: No, youíre not. Youíre afraid I wonít need you anymore.

Lionel: Youíll always be my son... and you will always need me, Lex.

Lionel turns to go.

Lex: Arenít you going to ask about Dominic? He hasnít checked in for hours, has he? Unusual for a man of his tediously predictable nature. (He tosses his key ring to Lionel) Go ahead. Pop the trunk.

Lionel: Lex. What has he done? What has he done?

The trunk opens and Dominic is in it with tape over his mouth. Lex rips the tape off.

Dominic: Ah!

Lex: You want to ask an accounting question, Dad? Call me. And the next time one of your drones bother the Kents, heíll be lucky to catch a ride home with the spare.

Lex starts to leave.

Lionel: Lex... (Lex turns around) Well done.

Lex walks away.


A football stadium. Night. The players come together around the ball.

Announcer: Now playing quarterback for your Metropolis Sharks, Number 12, Whitney Fordman!

Whitney: Down!

Another player: Set! Hike! Hut! Hut! Hut!

The play starts. Whitney takes the ball and throws it to another Shark, who catches it. We see Whitneyís parents watching on the sideline. Whitneyís father is in a wheelchair.

Father: Yes!

A whistle blows and Whitney takes off his helmet and goes to his father.

Whitney: You all right, Dad?

Father: Never better.

Lex watches from the empty bleachers and Jonathan joins him.

Jonathan: Thatís a really nice thing youíve done for the Fordmans.

Lex: Thanks, Mr. Kent. That means a lot coming from you. I just want you to know I closed the book on that day at the bridge.

Jonathan: Whyíd you investigate it in the first place?

Lex: That day was a miracle. Havenít you ever wanted to find out why things like that happen?

Jonathan: No. I just accept the fact that they do. You donít need an explanation for everything, Lex.

CUT TO Clark and Lana watching the game lower on the bleachers.

Lana: Howíd he get the Metropolis Sharks to do it?

Clark: When your father owns the team, I think itís easier to pull some strings.

Lana: Itís strange. All this time, I thought Lex never even liked Whitney, and then he goes and arranges all this.

Clark: I think Lex feels heís become part of our lives.

Lana: Iíd like to believe that. You asked him, didnít you?

Clark: Being friends with Lex Luthor can be complicated, but it has advantages. (Lana kisses his cheek) What was that for?

Lana: Just being you.

Lana walks away and Clark goes up to join Jonathan.

Clark: Dad, Iím sorry. What I said, it--

Jonathan: Clark. The fishing trips, they never had anything to do with fishing. It was just that I wanted to spend some time with my son. My dad and I, we saw each other every day, but we never really talked. I just donít want history to repeat itself.

Clark: That makes two of us. (They hug) Hey, Dad, I know how we can catch more fish this year.

Jonathan: What, new lures?

Clark: X-ray vision. (Jonathan laughs.)


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