All language subtitles for Superman.And.Lois.S01E04

- Previously
on "Superman & Lois"...

Let's just focus on what
we came here for: family.

- You had an ocular release
of energy.

- You almost hurt
a bunch of kids.

- My dad said it was just
a methane pocket.

Tag Harris broke his arm.
- Is that your brother?

- I hear Jordan's
quite the football star.

[overlapping chatter]

- That's what
I'm talking about!

- I am not going
to let Morgan Edge

destroy this town.
This is one of the reasons

I was supposed
to come to Smallville.

- He's going to crush you.
- Let him try.

[grunts]

- You know
what he is capable of.

Help me save your planet, Sam.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Maintain your course.

Ready.

On my mark. Brake!

Now the resurrection begins.

[crowd cheering]

- Hut!
[grunting]

- Yeah!
[cheers and applause]

Yes, sir!
Whoo! Go, Crows!

Hey, I've been
telling everybody

that when this proposal
goes through,

that we can revamp the field--

you know,
put up a new scoreboard.

I mean, draw the big crowds
like when I used to play.

[laughs]
Yeah.

Oh, another fun fact
about these grandstands--

they've been around since,
what, '48, Mayor?

Something like that?
- I think so, yeah.

cheerleaders: [chanting]
Let's go, Crows. D!

- That cheer coach
is my wife, Lana.

Yeah, she also works
at your bank.

A big fan of all the changes
you made, by the way.

- She's an employee of mine?
- Yes, sir.

- Then I insist
you join us for dinner.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- That's, uh--
that's not a bad idea.

cheerleaders: Defense!
- [scoffs]

He's got a lot of nerve
coming here.

After totally trying
to murder you?

- I can't prove it, though.

[players grunting]

The town votes tomorrow

on whether to grant him
mining rights,

so he's visiting all the spots,

letting everyone see him
as this man of the people,

pretending like
he's actually gonna

pump money into this area.

- Boy, they really
pack them in here, huh?

- Dad?

- I know it's a surprise,
but it's Jon's home opener.

- You never came
to any of my games.

- Is that Clark?

- All right, let's go. Defense.
Let's go. Pick it up.

- Kent!
- Yes, Coach?

- No, not you.
The other one.

Shortstack!
- Yes, Coach?

- Look, I need you right now.

I need you to get me that ball.

You hear me?
- Yes, Coach.

- Yeah!
- Yes, Coach.

- Hey. Come on.

Come on.
It's just like practice.

- This is different
than practice.

- No. Hey, you got this, okay?

You can do it.
Just go.

- Now entering the game,
number 24,

Jordan Kent.

- Let's go!

Who wants that ball?
[crowd cheering]

[overlapping chatter
and cheering]

- Set...

- [inhales]
- Hut!

[grunting]

[lively marching band music]

♪ ♪

- He got the ball!
- Jordan, go!

[overlapping chatter]

- Go! Go! Go!

♪ ♪

[whistle toots]

[hopeful music]

- Touchdown, Crows.

- Let's go, Jordan!
[cheering]

♪ ♪

- Something you wanna tell me?

[heroic music]

♪ ♪

[team cheering and whooping]

- All right!
All right! All right!

But let's not get too cocky.

We made a lot
of mental mistakes,

but as for tonight,

tonight's game ball goes to

Shortstack, Jordan Kent!

Come on now!

[team cheering]

[tense music]
- How could you not tell me?

- What?
That he's good at football?

- He's not.

The kid's a buck twenty
soaking wet,

never played a down
of tiddlywinks.

Now he's T-boning players
twice his size?

He has powers,
and you didn't tell me.

- All right, well,
it'll probably

never even happen again.

Bottom line,
he doesn't have powers.

We just wanna
keep an eye on him.

- That's why you moved
to Smallville?

- No--well, yeah, sort of.

- And now
he's playing football?

Mistake.

The Kent family needs
to fly under the radar.

- My sons need
to live their lives.

Dad,
Clark and I can handle this.

- Clark? How is he helping?
By coaching the team?

- He's involved,

which is a hell of a lot more
than you ever were.

- I don't like
his priorities changing.

- It's called being a father.

- Oh, for God's sake, enough...
[door clicks open and shut]

- You're right.

It's enough.

Look, we appreciate
your concern; we really do.

But we know what we're doing.
- Do you?

There's an armored nutjob
on the loose

who wants you dead, and
your priority seems to be...

- Coaching my sons, yes.

And there are nutjobs who
wanna kill me all the time.

- You need to understand,

the military
is terrified of you.

They note any change
in routine.

I'm the one
keeps them in check.

- Yes,
and we are grateful for that.

- Moving out of Metropolis
raised a red flag.

Nobody's seen you in the skies.

Crime groups like Intergang

are already planning
an uptick of activity.

The higher-ups wanna transfer

high-risk inmates out
of Metropolis Penitentiary.

Why?

Because if Superman's
not around,

the site is more vulnerable
to attack.

- So what? Is he supposed
to babysit a prison?

- Show of good faith.

Escort the transfer.

They're moving
Thaddeus Killgrave,

the psycho genius who
got radicalized off hating you.

- If anything goes wrong,
I will be there,

but I'm not throwing away
time with my family

for a show of good faith.

- So you're going
against my advice?

- I don't work for you, Sam.

- Fine.

New day in the Kent house.

Let me get my bag from the car.

Stick around this weekend.

Maybe it'll be easier
if I pitch in.

[quiet, tense music]

♪ ♪

- Hey, here comes the cover
of "Madden 21"!

[all cheering]

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- ♪ You got a lot to give ♪

- He doesn't even
like football.

- So what?
He evolved.

It happens.

- I used to get game balls.

Before my stupid,

million-to-one
exploding bonfire injury.

- Did the doctor give you,
like, a timeline

for getting that off, or...

- Maybe in time for playoffs.

But we won't make playoffs

if our wideout
can't catch a ball.

- What'd you say?

- Oh, relax, Wellnitz.

- Your broke ass
is busting on me?

Waitress?

Might want
to have this guy pay first,

unless he's putting
those buffalo wings on layaway.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Guys. Guys. Guys.
Guys. Guys. Guys.

Hey, hey, hey.
- Come on, man.

What are you doing?
- Relax.

- Not worth it.

[smooth piano music playing]

- I understand
you're one of mine.

[chuckles]
You work at my bank.

- Ah, yes.

Well, you know,
with all due respect,

I've been there

since before your company
acquired the branch.

- And do you find the work
satisfying?

- I got into finance
to help people,

and lately, it feels like

the only people I'm helping
are the shareholders.

- Banking can be
a harsh business

and, uh...limiting

to someone with your potential.

I glanced at your file.

Graduated magna cum laude
from Stanhope College.

Wide variety of clubs,
extracurriculars, travel plans.

You could've done anything
you wanted,

and yet, you chose
to come back here

where your options were...

somewhat limited.

[smooth piano music playing]

- Smallville's home.

I like it here.
- Certainly.

Perhaps you can find something
more worthy

of your unique gifts.

If you want
to make a real impact,

I can be a resource.

[tense music]

I pride myself

in helping people achieve
their best selves.

♪ ♪

- This is savage.

- Edge picked the mayor
to parrot his misinformation,

so I had to reply.

- Yeah, but it reads like
a debate with a first grader.

The mayor keeps saying "jobs,"

and then you fire off
a list of EPA infractions,

mortgage rate inflation scams,

a whole string
of missing employees.

This is exactly
why I hired you.

- I even did
my own copyediting.

- Mm, that part
still needed some work.

- Where?
[bell dings]

- Uh, we're actually not open
at 10:00 at night.

- Your old contract.

For your lawyer.

♪ ♪

- What are you talking about?

- We're aware of the piece

you intend to publish tomorrow.

- How could you know that?

- Any such action
would be in breach

of your previous contract,

as I'm sure
your lawyer will explain.

I told you he would crush you.

- It's okay.

Edge is just trying
to scare us.

- Yeah, well,
it's totally working.

The "Gazette" can't afford
to fight off

an army of Edge's lawyers.

We don't even have a lawyer.

- But the vote is tomorrow.

- I'm sorry, Lois,
but until this gets worked out,

I can't risk publishing
a word you write.

- I can't believe
this happened.

Stupid broken arm.

[straining]
Stupid cast.

[groans]

[rattling]

[dark music]

[panting]

What is happening to me?

- Red, 57. Set, hut!

[marching band music]

[whooshes]

- Oh--
- Whoo! Takeaway.

Can't get cocky.
It's a cardinal sin.

Never celebrate until
you cross a goal line.

- Okay, guy who runs
at Mach 10.

- [sarcastically] Oh, ha-ha.
Go.

Well.

Well, that's why
he plays defense.

Hey, you okay?

- Yeah.

Yeah, it's just--
it's just hard.

It's like, I'm on the bench,

and then
Jordan's got the game ball.

You know?
I...

I don't know how that's really
fair to any of the players,

to be honest.

- Well, he's not taking over
the whole team.

There's room for you
to step up.

- Clark?

Gorgeous husband,

love of my life, really,

and my dear, personal champion,

a tiny favor to ask.

- Does it have anything
to do with your dad?

- No. He's in
national security mode.

It has to do with the assembly.

I was thinking that since
my article was shredded

and I can't technically
speak out about Morgan Edge,

the next best thing would be to
have Smallville's favorite son

show up and say some words
on behalf of justice.

- Okay.

Well, when you put it that way,

yeah, I'll be there.
- Great.

Now if you'll excuse me,

I just found out
Edge is at the mines.

- Whoa,
you're gonna go confront him

after he sent a guy
to attack you?

- Look, Edge thinks he has me
up against the ropes.

If I show up out of nowhere,
knock him off balance,

maybe I'll pop something loose.

- If you wait,
I can go with you.

- No, I got it.
You have practice.

I can handle myself.

[engine revving]

- So much for Lois Lane's
big exposé, huh?

Told you
she had nothing on Edge.

- You seem pretty smug,

rooting for
an entitled billionaire.

- I just want what's best
for this town.

Right now, it seems
pretty clear to me

that that's Morgan Edge
bringing jobs in.

- So what? Just ignore the fact
that he's a jerk?

- Why is he a jerk, huh?

Because he throws
a little money around?

- You didn't think
it was awkward,

him cornering me?

Asking me about my job?
Promising opportunity?

- He was our host.
He was just being friendly.

- You didn't even ask
if I was uncomfortable.

I mean, do you care?

- It's not like
he was flirting with you.

Honey, I was right there.

- It's not about you.

I was annoyed.

He made me uncomfortable,

and you didn't even notice.

Is that
where our marriage is at?

- So okay, Lana, you want me
to get in the guy's face

because he dared
to talk to you?

- [scoffing] Oh, God.

- I mean, I could've been
a jerk to your boss too,

but then you would've been
pissed at that, right?

Hey, wait.
Lana, that came out wrong.

- Whatever.
I need some air.

- Lana...

[door slams shut]

♪ ♪

- Ms. Lane.

Have you come to take a tour
of our facilities?

- Yeah, after what happened
in New Carthage,

I would rather not follow you
into a dark tunnel.

- Whatever
could you be insinuating?

- Look, I'm kind of bored with
the whole "faux-British accent,

billionaire at a football game
trying to fit in" con job.

- I can assure you,
my accent is genuine.

I was raised in--
- Oh, my God. Who cares?

Let's just lay it out
on the table.

First, you changed my story.

Then, you sent some goon

who almost killed
Sharon Powell.

Now you have your minion
threatening my career?

Let me tell you how this goes.

You sue me, I countersue.

Your records get opened up
in discovery,

and that doesn't end well
for you or your brand name.

- My, my.

You have
thought this all through.

- Why Smallville?

There's other towns,
other mines.

Why are you going
to all this trouble?

- That's curious.

I was about to ask you
the same question.

World-renowned journalist,

short-listed
for the Pulitzer twice.

And you move here

with your unemployed husband

and two adolescent boys.

It seems like there
must be something here

that's very important to you.

Maybe I'll find out
what that is.

- Is that a threat?

- Well, I could offer you
your old job back,

on the condition
you play by the rules,

but let's be honest,

you'll never work
at the "Daily Planet" again.

You're past your prime,

playing a high-stakes game
with a losing hand.

You should fold
while you still can.

- Actually,
I have one more ace to play.

I'm bringing it with me
to the town assembly.

Maybe we can talk more then.

For now, I'm done with you,

unless this creep show
has anything to add.

I didn't think so.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- It's like Groundhog Day.

See, it's plays like these

that make me wanna
quit coaching altogether

and open up a pizzeria.

- [chuckles]

- Oh, you think
that's funny, Harris?

You know what?

You could've caught that pass

had you not gone
to that keg party

and busted up your arm.

I hope that beer
was worth it, genius.

You know, I was gonna let
all of you all go

a little bit early today,

but I think we need
to work on our mental errors.

This game is 20% physical,

80% mental,

and as soon as we get
in line with that,

we're gonna have more success
than this kind of stuff!

Repetition's
the mother of skill!

[dark music]

♪ ♪

- This is General Lane.

I need your sitrep
on Killgrave. Go.

♪ ♪

- Einstein saw time

as an illusion,

one that gets us
to wear a watch.

Do you happen to have the time?

Nice piece.

And analog.

Good for you.

A lot of people go digital.

They need to be spoon-fed.

[clicks tongue] Sad.

Society is spoiled rotten.

I think they need
a wake-up call.

See, the thing is,
that's not chewing gum.

It's a temperature-sensitive
synthetic polymer resin

I made in the sink
of my prison cell.

Highly mercurial
at an atomic level.

Combined with
the precise vibration

of a...ticking wristwatch,

well,

three, two,

one.

[door slams]
- [panting]

[stall rattling]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Tag, you all right?

Tag?

- [panting] I'm fine! I'm fine.

[dark music]

- It's gonna get soaked up
in our minds

that this kind of stuff
ain't gonna happen,

'cause this is unacceptable!

You're better than that!

- Metropolis prison transport

under assault
by unknown combatants.

- Confirm prisoner.
Killgrave, Thaddeus R.

Highest possible threat level.

Bishop Six, Intergang has
attacked the prison transfer.

Bishop Six, respond.

- Dad, something's wrong.

[sinister music]

[goons shouting]

♪ ♪

- A little help with my jacket?

- Seriously?
Did you tell your dad on me?

- What happened to your cast?

- It was driving me crazy,
so I...

tore it off.

- Tag, I'm sorry--
- Look, whatever.

My arm's killing me.

[sighs]

Can't practice anyway.
I'm out.

- Bishop Six, please respond.
Priority: alpha.

- Dad...
- Killgrave has escaped.

- Something was not right--
- Jon, Jon.

We'll talk about it later,
okay?

I have a call.
I gotta go.

[whoosh]

[whispered murmuring]

[siren wailing]

- Bishop Six,
we got a hit on Killgrave.

25 Beacon Court.
Please divert.

[whooshes]

[device beeping]

[suspenseful music]

[device continues beeping]

♪ ♪

[device whirs, plays recording]
- See you soon, Big Blue.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Nothing on Killgrave yet,

but I'll keep searching
till I find him.

- Boys, I gotta head back
to the DOD for an emergency.

I wanna say,

I'm sorry for the changes
you're having to endure.

Jordan, I know that you're
showing signs of being special.

- Not that big a deal, really.

- Yeah. Yeah, come on, Grandpa.

He's just the same old
barely-above-average kid.

- All right, well,

what I do know is
your dad is very special.

I didn't want you to know that,
yet here we are.

And given that your dad is the
most important force for good

in the entire world,

that means you have
an obligation too.

Don't waste his time.

Try to think about the fact

that when your dad
gets distracted,

lives are at stake.

Understood?

- Yes.
- Sure.

- Then act accordingly.

And for the record,

helluva hit last night.

[chuckles]
- What do you think?

You wanna go to
Wellnitz's party, or what?

- You worried about Tag?

- Yeah.

- Let me text Sarah for a ride.
- All right.

- And Morgan Edge made
a lot of promises.

And the fact is,

he kept every single one
of them.

So I say,
what are we waiting for, hmm?

[people murmuring approvingly]
Let's sign this motion

and get those mines going!

Yeah?
[cheers and applause]

- This is so one-sided,
it's pathetic.

Did Clark ever respond?
- He must be busy.

- Assistant coaching
the football team?

- He does a lot on the farm.

- Oh.

Okay.

Well, I think I'm gonna go try
and rally the troops.

Or, like, even find a troop.

- Hey, it's Clark.
Leave a message.

- Hey. Where are you?

You're literally my last shot

at presenting my side of this.

You know I would do it myself,

but I'm trying not to get
bankrupted in a lawsuit.

Hurry.

♪ ♪

- Hey, Lois.

Are you okay?

- No, actually.
I'm kind of a sore loser.

- Do you wanna
grab a drink tonight?

I mean, no kids, no husbands.
[gavel bangs]

Just a girls' night out.
I promise you it'll be fun.

[gavel bangs]

- All in favor of granting
Edge EnerCorp

exclusive rights
to the Shuster Mines?

all: Yay.

- All opposed?

- Nay!

- Motion approved.

[cheers and applause]

- What time do you wanna meet?

[solemn music]

♪ ♪

- Babe, I'm so, so sorry
I missed the vote.

- I know. It's okay.

- No, it's not.
And you're covering.

- Don't super-spy on my
pulse rate or whatever you do.

- You clench your jaw
when you're mad.

- I'm not mad.
- Well, you should be.

I said I was gonna be there,
and I wasn't.

- Clark, can we not do this
right now?

I'm not in the mood.
- I just want to apologize.

And I want you to know that I--
- Babe, I don't need an excuse.

I know you have an excuse.
You're Superman.

- Lois.
- Okay, fine. I'm mad!

And I know it's irrational
because I understand

that there were lives at stake,

but this was so important
to me.

And we lost the vote,
by the way,

and now I'm feeling guilty

for wanting you to do something
you said you would do.

[sighs]

[soft music]

When we started dating,
I knew what I was getting into.

And I don't get mad
about you missing date nights

or anniversaries
or family dinners

because of some idiot
with a nuke,

but lately, with everything
that's going on with the boys

and my dad constantly
in your ear,

it feels like
I'm really far down

on your list of priorities.

- Is that honestly
how you feel?

- Right now, in this moment
that I might regret tomorrow,

yeah, I do.

[engine approaches]

That's my Lyft.

Lana asked me out for a drink,
and I need one.

♪ ♪

[overlapping chatter,
music playing from speakers]

- Yo, what's up, Kent?
- Hey.

- Welcome to Wellnitz's
lake house.

Please don't feed the animals.
- Yo, Tag!

Tag, hey. Yo.
- Hey.

- Arm's better?
- Arm's all better, baby.

- Sup, Kent?
- I got a buzz.

The Tagmeister's back!
- No way.

So it just healed
like that, or what?

- Who knows and who cares?
Have a beer, Kent.

It's a party!
- You heard the man.

- Hey.

Is Tag, like--is he all right?
Is he on drugs, or...

- No, that's more
Wellnitz's territory.

- Oh.
- [laughs]

- Hey!
- You met Denise?

- Hi, Denise.
- Oh, hey.

Um, no, my dad played
free safety for Smallville,

so he wouldn't, like, shut up
about you after the game.

- It was only one good hit,
really.

- Humble pie.

If a girl compliments you
like that,

you say, "Hell yeah."

- You know,

we miss you so much at cheer.

- Well, you know,
I just needed more time

for...drugs and alcohol.

[whoosh]

- Nice of you to show up.
- I came as a courtesy.

- You wanna talk
about courtesy?

How about showing me
the courtesy of doing your job?

- I don't really think of it
as a job, General.

It's more of a call
to responsibility.

It's something you and I
have in common.

So since I'm here,

how about we figure this out
together, hmm?

- What is it with men?
How everything's about action?

Like, "Here, let me fix this,
and let me explain this to you,

and let's just--
let's just gloss over that."

- [laughs]

- Is it a DNA thing?
- [laughs]

I think we need some shots.

[both laugh]

- I'm not complaining.
I'm just verbalizing.

I know that the good
outweighs the bad.

I mean, you get it.

You married a firefighter
who clearly adores you,

even though he hates me.

- He respects you
for speaking your mind.

I mean, that's all he wants
anyone to say about him.

- What about you guys?
Are you good?

- We're going on
16 years of marriage.

We have our moments.

- I clearly disagree with him
about Edge,

but I do respect
how much he loves this place.

- Yeah.

You and Clark
are obviously great.

- [chuckles]
I don't know.

Sometimes it feels like
the older we get,

the more we take on,
the more the...

romance and the marriage
gets lost in the shuffle.

- Let me tell you something.

Clark is my oldest friend.

I've known him for
as long as I can remember.

And yes, we dated
in high school

until he up and vanished.

And then I find out
he moved to Metropolis,

and I was like, "Wait, what?

Clark in the city?"

He comes back to visit,
and he's a whole new guy.

Confident, self-assured,

stands up straight,
razor sharp.

It didn't take long
for me to figure it out.

It was you.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

You brought out the best
in him, Lois.

And that's not getting lost
in the shuffle.

- I will cheers to that.

[both cough]
Burns away the...

- Uh-huh.

- Sting from
the town hall defeat.

- ♪ Then I went to Johnny
and spent a 50 ♪

♪ My lil'
eat the [...] off the body ♪

- I kind of feel bad
for your brother.

- He's been popular
his whole life.

He'll be fine.

- That's just it.

Popular kids like Jonathan

don't really know how
to function as outsiders.

I mean, he looks lost.

- What would that make us?

- You and I are
very disaffected youth.

Wayward. Pretty punk rock.

- [laughs]

- I mean,

I rebelled against my mom
by quitting cheer,

and you
and your whole football thing.

- I actually kind of like
being on the team.

- Really?
- Yeah.

It's good to be good
at something.

I haven't had any anxiety.

[sighs]
I like it here.

It feels like,
for the first time in a while,

I'm happy.

- Maybe it's because

you got really lucky
with the company you keep.

Should we go save your brother?

- Let's give him five minutes.
Maybe he can turn it around.

- That seems totally fair.

[knife clatters]
- [hisses]

[rattling]

[eerie music]

♪ ♪

I'm sorry.
I'll--I'll fix it.

- You can't afford a burger.

How are you gonna pay
for some nice-ass furniture?

Huh? Huh?
- I'm sorry.

- Hey, hey!
What's going on?

- Mind your own business, Kent.

[rattling]

[overlapping chatter]

- What's going on?

- I don't know.
I...

I'll go check on him.

- We got a hit.

[radio chatter]

Glenmorgan Square.

[whooshes]

- Where's Killgrave?

- He just said to get you here.

[high-pitched whirring]

- For this sonic blaster
to work,

I needed you in closer range.

Now pay attention.

Let me show you
what this baby can do.

[high-pitched whirring]

- [groans]

[high-pitched whirring]

- I've had a lot of time
to think about you,

obsessively tracking
your patterns.

I noticed you haven't been
around Metropolis

quite as much.

But that's how I knew
that the, um,

big shots would move me

to a more secure prison.

It seems like
you're obligated elsewhere.

That makes you distracted.

Vulnerable.

A weakling.

[intense music]

[high-pitched whirring]

[whooshes]
[high-pitched whirring]

[chuckles]

- [groaning]

- Tag, just hang on.

[rattling]

Tag. Tag, just breathe.

Just breathe.
It's gonna be okay.

- Hey, bro...

you need to get away!

- You need to use the ELT,
okay?

- I think I did this to him.
- What?

What are you talking about?
- The bonfire, the party.

I think my heat vision
caused an explosion

and it affected him somehow.
- Okay, well, look,

you can run that theory
past Bill Nye later, all right?

Right now, we need Dad, Jordan.
- Remember what Grandpa said?

Dad's too busy
saving the world.

Look, he's not the only one
that can do this.

Jon, trust me.

[loud ambient music]

♪ ♪

[dramatic musical sting]

- Jordan!

Just breathe.
It's gonna be okay.

- [groaning]

- Where's the ELT?

[high-pitched whirring]

- Jon, you need
to get out of here now.

- We need Dad.

I need you to get up. Jordan!

- [voice rattling]

- [echoing] Dad.

[heroic music]

♪ ♪

- Killgrave's down.
Come and get him.

And send medical units.
Bystanders on-site.

- Tag.

Jordan. Jordan!

[whooshes]

- The air's thin up here.
It'll help calm you down.

[music swells]

♪ ♪

- You good?

Jordan,

what, uh,

what happened to Tag...

- Don't try to tell me
it wasn't my fault.

You saw the video.

My heat vision,
it gave Tag those powers--

- No,
that's not how it works.

- Yeah, you don't know that.

- You're right. I don't.

I don't know how or why
any of this is happening, okay?

And the truth is,

um...

I've honestly been
really jealous about all of it.

And I'm sorry about that,

but, Jordan, look,
I do know this.

You would never hurt anyone.
Ever.

So whatever happened,

it was an accident, okay?

It was an accident.

- So where's Tag now?

- He's with the doctors
at the DOD.

- And apparently, they're
taking really good care of him.

- Did they say
I did this to him?

- I had a team analyze
that cell phone footage.

Your heat vision
caused a blast,

but there was
another material present--

a yellow phosphorescence.

We think that may have
triggered

the boy's
meta-human development.

- Can we see him?

- Well, son,

DOD protocols
are pretty strict.

24/7 monitoring,
cover stories, transferring.

- What your grandpa's
trying to say is that

he's gonna go
to a special school

for kids with
these sorts of abilities.

- Wait, there's a special
school for kids with powers?

That's pretty cool.
- No, it's not.

How many of these kids
are there?

- That's classified,
but let's just say--

- Dad.

- Look, guys, we have
to be clear on something.

Why did you wait so long
to use the ELT?

Why didn't you call me
the minute you knew

something was wrong?

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Look, I may have misspoke.

- "Misspoke"?

You cannot tell the boys
not to come to me for help.

- My point was to help them

see the life-and-death stakes
of your job.

- My job is I'm their dad.
That's my job.

- You're not just their dad.

You're the most important
person in the world,

and now that they know that,
they need to respect

the obligation
that comes with it.

- I have to respect
that obligation! Me.

And believe me,
I live with it every day.

- Then act like it.
- Stop!

Stop it!

This is the same toxic
"honor above all else" crap

you used to pull on me
when I was a kid.

- Lois, please.
This isn't about us.

- No, it's about you
and your parenting choices,

and how they sucked then
and they still suck,

and we're not gonna be
applying them to our boys.

- I made a choice to dedicate
my life to the armed service.

- You could have done both.

That's what Clark is doing,

and I see him struggle with it
every day,

so how dare you tell him
he can't be the father he is

'cause you never bothered
to give it a go.

You keep pushing us, you
won't be welcome here anymore.

- Fine.

I'll get my things.

I have a long drive
ahead of me.

- Um...

and I'll get you yours coming
right now, baby.

And here we go.

This lovely little
brontosaurus for you.

- Good morning.
- Hi, Mom.

Dad's making pancakes.

He hasn't burnt
a single one yet.

- Don't jinx me.
- Yeah, he's on a roll.

- Figured I'd let you sleep in
a little bit.

- Thank you.

Dinosaur pancakes, huh?

- Yeah, it's kind of like
my one specialty.

- That's not true.

You got dinosaur pancakes

and you work your tail off

for people in your hometown.

[chuckling] Come here.

I'd say you have more
than a few specialties.

- Careful now. That's starting
to sound like a compliment.

- Crazier things have happened.

[warm music]

♪ ♪

- But why would Dad need
my help with the harvester?

- Mom, can you stop being
an investigative reporter

for just one second, and...

I don't know,

be surprised?

[whimsical vocal music]

♪ ♪

- Madam.
- What is all this?

- Well, I was thinking
about all of those date nights

that I've missed,

and I thought we could play
a little catch-up.

♪ ♪

- ♪ What makes us smile ♪

♪ ♪

♪ What brings us together ♪

- You're in very good standing
with me right now.

- If you play your cards right,

there may even be a massage
in it for you.

- See, now you're
just spoiling me.

- Well, you deserve
to be spoiled,

to know beyond any doubt

no matter what's going on

or what I'm up against,

this--my time with you--

is what gets me
through everything else.

You're my first thought
of the day.

You're my last thought
at night.

And I love you.

[phone buzzing]

- You gotta be kidding me.

- His timing is
truly impeccable.

- Yeah.

- Hey, Sam.
- Clark.

Sorry to intrude.

There's a situation in Malawi.

Not a priority yet,

but my guess is
it will be within the hour.

I was calling Lois
so she could fill you in

and you could decide
for yourself

if you wanna get involved.

Is she there?

- Uh, she just went
to the restroom.

But I appreciate the heads-up.

I will let her know you called.

- Go.

- I'll be fast.
I promise.

- I'll be waiting.

Hey.

I love you too.

[whooshes]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Lieutenant Rosetti,
go secure.

- Copy, General.
Line is secure.

- I have reason to believe
we may need to consider

a contingency plan.

I want you
to open a new protocol.

Call it "Project 7734."

[tense music]

- Right...

here.

If you'd be so kind.

- [grunts, exhales]

- We now own the rights
to this land,

which holds enough X-Kryptonite
to resurrect an army.

- Assuming we can find
enough willing candidates.

- Oh, I'm not concerned.

As you know,
I have an eye for talent.

♪ ♪