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["Mercy" playing over speakers]

I love you

but I gotta stay true...

[Indistinct chatter]

[Camera clicking]

I'm beggin' please
stop playin' games

I don't know what this is
but you got me good

just like you knew you would

I don't know what you...

[Squeaking]

[Man grunts]

[Case humming]

[Beeping]

[Opening theme song playing]

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

[Chuckles]

- Jimmy, look at all of this.
- Oj?

Actually, I have to bail.
I'm late for a meeting.

Well, you can't start your morning
without the wholesome Olsen.

[Laughs] "Wholesome Olsen"?

Egg white omelet, multigrain pancakes,
and something that looks like butter,

but somehow isn't.

[Chuckles]

Come on, you can't reheat this stuff.

It's never as good
the second time around.

It isn't, is it?

I'm... I'm sorry
I was so late coming home last night.

Look_.

[Chuckles] I'm not trying to start
any wildfires here.

It's just that...

You know, I've been trying really hard

to put the spark back
in our relationship.

You don't think I've been trying.

Look, Jimmy, I think it's just gonna
take a little bit of time

to breathe the embers back to life.

Chloe, we could do a cartwheel

through a fountain of gasoline
and come out perfectly fine.

Are... are you not feeling this anymore?

Jimmy...

It's just that
after what happened to Lana,

I've had to help out
with the Isis foundation.

I've been sunk knee-deep
in the meteor-infected,

and between
contacting all of Lana's clients

and moving my stuff
into the office, I just...

Look, I'll take you
to lunch today, okay?

I'll make it up to you. I promise.

Sure.

Okay.

Bye.

Bye.

[Beeping]

[Typing]

What's with all these boxes?

Now that I'm house-sitting Isis,

Oliver thought
it'd make a perfect bunker

to store all of his troops' equipment.

You know, having a gang of superheroes
is great in theory,

but no one ever considers
the shipping costs.

Were you able to get
the veritas keys from Lex?

[Sighs] I spent all night with Lana.

Clark, I know you wanna be with her,

but whatever Lex opens with those keys
will give him the power to control you.

The only thing important right now
is Lana.

Right, but if Lex knows
that you're the traveler, game over.

There's no saving Lana.

There's no saving the day.
Hello, apocalypse.

I don't care about Lex.

Clark, Lana's still alive.
We're not giving up on her.

Then why haven't we found brainiac?

If you think
that breaking national security laws

is my idea of a good time...

[Sighs]

I'm sorry, Chloe. I know you care
about Lana just as much as I do.

We're just running out
of ground to cover.

Maybe we need to look to the sky.

What about a satellite?
Like, NASA caliber.

Kara and brainiac,
when they left the daily planet,

there might be a satellite
that picked up their trail.

It is possible that the velocity
of their flight

created some sort of ionic displacement

in the outer atmosphere.

[Sighs] But hacking
into government satellites

is light-years out of my league.

You can do it.

Maybe it's time for me to step up
to the majors.

Thanks, Chloe.

I wouldn't ask
if it wasn't our last hope.

Okay. While I'm trying to access
outer space with an intel processor,

I think maybe you could contend with
the cosmos using the old-fashioned ways.

Dr. Swann intercepted

all of jor—el's transmissions
from Krypton.

Now, it's possible he sent something
about brainiac.

I think it's time to sweep the dust off
of Dr. Swann'sjournal.

[Gunfire and shouting over speakers]

Please, ladies first.

I knew there were a few
real gentlemen left in this town.

Nice guy, nice hands.

[Scoffs]

- These?
- Sure.

Strong...

Agile...

Perfect for hacking the NSA mainframe.

Excuse me?

Special agent Vanessa Webber,
department of domestic security.

I've been watching you.

Do what exactly?

A few months ago...

You infiltrated a classified
government firewall: Starhawk.

Ring any bells?

Took us some time, but we traced
the federal offense to your computer.

Lady, that wasn't me. It was...

Look, I'm not your James Bond.

Iwent to a Halloween party
once as James Bond.

- Everyone thought I was the maitre d'.
- Relax, 007.

You're not our target. She is.

We have reason to believe
that your girlfriend

is working for a terrorist sleeper cell.

Look, I know the feds like to throw
the "t" word around Willy-nilly,

but trust me, Chloe,
she's not dangerous.

Never starts as dangerous.

Starts as long hours at work...

A few missed dates.

Then there's those mysterious
phone calls.

She's compromised
government-run power grids,

cellular towers, dmv records...

Why are you talking to me?
Why don't you just ask her?

If she knows that we're onto her,
we'll never know her endgame.

You have the one thing that we don't.

Her trust.

And unless you want
to write love letters

from the federal pen...

It's up to you to figure out
what it is she's after...

And tell us before
she pulls the trigger.

Trust me.

You're gonna need this.

[Case clicks]

Chloe Sullivan is not
who she says she is.

Hey. Lunch, right. Ah.

Today is so not my day
for remembering to eat.

[Chuckles] It's no biggie. You probably
just didn't get the reminder text, uh,

that I sent.

Ah, my phone's been on silent.

Look, Jimmy, I'm sorry I've been
so blindsided by this career shift,

and unpacking my entire life.

Well, that would explain
all the late nights.

Why didn't you say something?
I'm a pro when it comes to foam peanu...

No, no!

Sorry. Uh...

Just moving into Lana's office
is kind of a private thing.

Yeah.

I'm starting to sense that.

[Cell phone chiming]

Oh. Sorry, I gotta take this.

I heard that text loud and clear.

My ears are practically
ringing over here.

[Cell phone beeps]

It's my building manager.

He wants to talk
to me about... the rent.

Right now, actually.

- And this can't wait till after lunch?
- No, I'm sorry, Jimmy.

I gotta run.

Okay?

Sir.

Take my suitcase to the limo.
I'll be down shortly.

Sir, I'm afraid there's been a problem
with your travel plans.

If it's weather, we'll power through it.

Zeus' right hand couldn't muster a storm
that would keep me from Zurich.

It's not the gods
I'm worried about, sir.

It's the government.

What are you talking about?

All the faa will tell me
is that you've been red-flagged.

I ran it up to the highest level.

Then aim higher.

[Rattling]

Sweet.

[Beeping]

[Computer beeping]

See, miss domestic security?
There's nothing here.

[Beeping]

Holy.

What are you up to, Chloe?

Hey.

I came as soon as I got your message.
What's going on?

You need to read this.

Clark, you know I can't read Kryptonian.

- What am I looking at?
- That page wasn't there before.

Okay, this entry didn't just magically

Rita Skeeter itself
into Swann's journal.

Look, I know it sounds crazy,

but these are the only transmissions
Jor-El sent to earth before I got here.

There's no way I missed a single page.

Trust me, it wasn't there till now.

You do realize that your greatest power

is your ability to win me over
with just one look,

no matter how ridiculous
you sound, right?

- Can you translate it?
- No.

Even Swann said these transmissions
were distorted and incomplete.

Oh, okay, Clark.
Now, that look kills me.

This transmission says,
"save Lana at fortress."

Lana?

As in lang? That's impossible.

I mean, that passage
was written in 1989.

Lana would have been barely... three.

Why would Jor-El send
an sos out for her?

I think it's time I ask him myself.

Wait a minute, Clark.
This could be a trick.

Your birth father tried to turn you
into a Popsicle,

so you'd outlive everyone here on earth.

He's not exactly
your best ally right now.

The next time I hold Lana's hand,

I wanna tell her I did everything
I could to save her.

If that means going up against Jor-El,
then so be it.

Hey, c.K.

Jimmy, listen, I was just on my way out.

Yeah, I only had to stop twice
for directions

to get here, half a tank
of gas, but it's not important.

You know, it can wait.

No. What's going on?

[Sighs]

You know I wouldn't come to you
if I didn't think that you could help.

I have this...

Friend who's keeping this really,
really big secret.

I mean, it's kind of humongous.

How did you find out about this secret?

Well, I can't say that
I wasn't a little suspicious.

It's hard to be around someone
with crazy skills

like this and not think something's up.

So I... did a little digging.

And what I found, ok,
to be honest with you...

It's freaking me out.

I don't know where you're getting
your information, but I can explain.

That a person that I thought I knew
isn't who she says she is.

- She?
- Yeah.

I mean, name me one good reason
to lie to somebody

that you supposedly care about.

To protect them.

If you look at the relationship
you have with this friend,

do you really need to know
everything about her?

Or is knowing what's truly in her heart
enough to know you can trust her?

Jor-ei!

Jor-El, you mentioned Lana
in your last transmission.

Tell me how to save her.

[Kara, distorted] Clark!

Kara.

[Kara] Please help me.

Jor-El, what have you done to Kara?

Why are you doing this?

[Kara speaking indistinctly]

Kara, I can't hear you!

[Kara, distorted]
I sent the transmission.

Help me. Help me save you, Kal-El.

Brainiac wants to kill you.

Where are you?

I went back.

Clark.

I'm on...

- [Whooshing]
- I'm on Krypton.

Krypton.

[Typing]

[Chloe sighs]

Nope.

[Computer beeping]

Nope.

[Beeping]

[Sighs] Definitely not.

All right, let's see if we can find
another way into this building.

Oh, the ace of clubs.

Huh.

[Cell phone beeping]

Hey, Clark, I know that being
in the fortress

means you're technically
out of cell phone range,

but I found a satellite
that has a possible read on brainiac.

Now, it's connected
to the city satellite center,

so I can't hack in,

but I do, however,
think I found another way in.

[Cell phone beeps]

Okay.

[Computer beeping]

Oh, my god.

Who's playing big brother on me?

Jimmy?

Why are you spying on me?

Hey, Chloe.

I think I really screwed up.

Big time.

- Can you call me back?
- You don't wanna do that.

Breathe a word of this to Chloe,

and you are both facing charges
of federal treason.

Look, I searched Chloe's office
like you wanted me to.

- There's nothing suspicious going on.
- Drop it.

The spyware that you installed
in Chloe's office

traced her computer activity.

She has a plan,
and it's going down tonight.

- [Sighs] This can't be happening.
- I need you to man up right now.

Any minute, I'm guessing

Chloe's going to invite you
to a bar called the ace of clubs.

She'd be too conspicuous
to show up on her own.

Wear it. There's a fiber-optic camera
inside so I can keep an eye on you.

So we can both watch
my girlfriend drink cosmos

till she finds her inner Shakira?

It's a secure building.
The club is her only way in.

Watch her like a hawk.

Find out what her target is
and get it before she does.

Sure.

Piece of cake.

[Pop music playing over speakers]

[Jimmy] You look beautiful, by the way.

Thanks, handsome.

Though, I have to admit I'm surprised

you could pencil in an event like this
with being so busy and all.

I know.

And aren't we lucky you were able

to find a tux to rent
on such short notice?

[Cell phone chimes]

Um, would you mind getting me a drink?

Sure, no problem.

Hey.

- Yeah?
- Two glasses of champagne.

Yeah.

[Man] Here you go.

[Sighs]

Here you go.

Thank you.

["Dirty laundry" playing over speakers]

- May I have this dance?
- Actually, I don't tango.

I've got a bad boy
and that's all right with me

maybe the Olsen's not quite
so wholesome after all.

I'm just getting started.

And when he needs an alibi

he can use me all night

I'm just a bad girl
that's why we get along

won't make excuses
for anything I'm doing wrong

I I! Pull the trigger in a flash

watch out honey, step back

ooh, ooh

what's the fun in playing it safe?

Ooh, ooh

wouldn't you rather misbehave?

He can use me all night

ooh, ooh

what's the fun in playing it safe?

Ooh, ooh

I think I 'd rather misbehave

your way

- [song ends]
- [Scattered applause]

["Mercy" playing over speakers]

[Jimmy] Ahem.

[Clears throat]

Shoot, I forgot
to give the valet the keys.

I'll be right back.
Just wait here, okay?

Take as much time as you need.

[Woman speaks in foreign language]

[Console beeping]

[Keys clicking]

[Beeping]

[Typing]

[Beeping]

[Grunting]

[Beeping]

[Case humming]

[Beeping]

Foundit

[elevator dings]

Up with a twist?

You're drinking alone tonight.

[Device beeping]

What the hell is this?

Whatever Chloe was after,
I got to it before she did.

This is a list
of employee health benefits.

What?

That's impossible.

Oh, let me guess.
Twentieth floor, retinal-scan briefcase?

[Scoffs]

She's better than I thought.

That briefcase
is the daily mainframe backup.

She just happened to lure you
to the most useless file on the drive.

- Really?
- You blew it.

- Now I'm taking over my way.
- Hey!

If Chloe trusted you as much
as you seem to trust her,

she wouldn't get hurt.

Prison might actually do
your relationship some good.

[Typing]

[Computer beeping]

Oh, my god.

Chloe Sullivan, you're under arrest.

Chloe will never talk. You know that?

I wouldn't worry.

Agent Webber always leaves a few teeth.

[Grunting]

[Yelps]

Who are you working for?

I'm not a terrorist, okay?

I'm one of the good guys.

Good guys put their country
before themselves.

Who's your network contact?

[Grunts]

I don't have one.

[Grunts]

[Webber] Why did you access power grids

exactly where there just happened
to be unexplained energy surges?

Must be a plan behind it all.

Did you really think
it would all go unnoticed?

Aah!

[Webber]
Don't even think about passing out.

Give me the taser.

Thought you could get away with it all?

[Chloe] Haven't you figured it out yet?

I'm not gonna tell you anything.

[Webber] You need
to make a choice right now.

What's more important?

The secret or your life?

[Gunfire and shouting over speakers]

[Sighs]

Turn this off.

[Yells]

[Both grunting]

[Exhales]

[Webber grunts]

Is that man enough for you?

[Panting]

- Chloe, hey, it's me.
- Jimmy.

You're still here.

I wish you'd let me
take you to the hospital.

I'm fine, really.

Chloe, you almost died.
Look, I think I deserve an explanation.

- Preferably the truth this time.
- The truth?

Why don't you just look at your files,
or should I say my files?

- You stole from me, Jimmy.
- Yeah, after being coerced by the feds.

I mean, did you really think
that I was a government agent?

Did you really think
I was a terrorist spy?

She didn't give me any choice.

Besides, what was I supposed to think?

You were sitting on enough classified
information to start a nuclear war.

[Scoffs] Jimmy, yeah, that was my plan,

nuke the whole thing
and just start over again.

Are you kidding me?

Why didn't you just come to me
like a normal boyfriend?

'Cause a normal boyfriend
doesn't get lied to every five minutes

by the girl that he thinks
that he's in love with.

All right, fine, I lied.

Is that what you wanna hear,
Jimmy? I'm sorry.

Is this the point where the sad song
comes on and we break up all over again?

Because I'm not gonna make it
that easy this time.

[Sighs] You know what?
The feds are gonna find us any moment,

and then I'll just spend the rest
of my life making license plates.

So you may as well just fire away.

Ask me whatever you want.

Do you want that more
than you want Clark?

By the way...

There's no one's coming after us.
I'm taking care of that.

How?

You have your secrets, and I have mine.

Deal?

Mr. Luthor.

Your box.

[Box clicks]

[Both grunting]

You aren't one of them.

The guy wanted me dead.

Find out who he is
and see if he's connected

to whatever I'm dealing with in Quebec.

[Door opens]

Busy?

Mr. Olsen...

I was expecting you.

I take it Chloe doesn't know
how desperate you are.

I mean, she would never let a friend
crawl across burning coals for my help.

You're a Luthor,

build and burn political ladders
for sport.

[Clears throat] What...
What I mean is that, uh...

[Sighs] Well, you have pull
with these people.

And I thought that maybe a string here
or a handshake there...

You can stop now.

I cleared Chloe's name

from that suspiciously high-ranking
government arrest warrant.

Special agent Webber has decided
to drop her investigation.

[Sighs]

Uh, thank you.

But...

There's not that many people
eating lunch on Lex Luthor's dime.

Why are you helping me?

No catch.

You see, Jimmy...

In light of recent events,

I'd like to think of my employees
as my family.

Families help each other.

And I know if I ever needed
something from you...

You'd be more than willing
to be there for me.

Yeah.

So Kara's trying to contact you
via the fortress from Krypton?

- I know.
- Krypton is the planet that exploded.

It sounds crazy.
Jor-El must have done something to her.

But Kara left with brainiac.

What does Jor-El
have to do with any of this?

I don't know.

But how else could her message
come through the fortress?

Clark, have you considered
the possibility

that Kara really is on Krypton,

and it's just a different time zone?

Like, the past.

You mean like time travel.

Check this out.

I followed the trajectory of two blurs
that started from the daily planet roof.

Now, it has to be Kara and brainiac.

What if the vortex
that they're flying through

is some kind of intergalactic
time portal?

I mean, look at this.

- Looks like a red star.
- Right, and next to it is a dot.

Which could be a planet. Krypton.

Now, this picture
was taken seconds later.

The vortex is closed,
and the red star is gone.

It's possible.

You're saying
Kara's actually on Krypton?

Well, Krypton 1989...

Give or take a few light-years.

That explains how her message

mysteriously appeared
in Swann's journal.

She sent it to him,
hoping that I'd read it.

It sounds more like a hail Mary pass.

Clark, if she sent those messages
to Swann and the fortress,

that means Kara's desperate
to get your attention.

When I was in the fortress,

Kara warned me that brainiac
was trying to kill me.

She must have meant the version of me
on Krypton 20 years ago

when you were a baby.

Clark, if you really are in trouble
on Krypton,

you better find a way
to get there soon or...

I'll have never existed.

Looks like it's finally time
for Kal-El to go home.

[Closing theme music playing]