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Previously on Smallville...

A darkness has come to Earth.

I've been trying to draw it towards me, so I can stop it.

- Jor-El should have come to me. - He said you're not ready.

I think the Omega's a sign of corruption.

A mark that the darkness has fully taken over someone.

Every time it looked like

the world would be consumed by hatred and darkness,

another force arose, to send the darkness back.

What if one of us were to get infected?

Once it gets in, I don't think there's a way out.

The constellation in the Veritas journal

cross-translates with Carter's notes as the Bow of Orion.

He saw this guy Orion use it

the last time he kicked Darkseid's ass haltway across the universe.

It's my job to go find it.

Gold meteor rock?

What does it do to him?

It could take away his powers. For good.

- Hello, Granny. - They call her Granny Goodness.

You clear their minds, preparing the way for Lord Darkseid.

Lois?

Sorry that I'm late. I got the final offer on the farm.

Ow! Son of a bitch.

Listen, I, uh... I know that you've been overwhelmed lately.

- Challenged. - Right.

Well, with the wedding planning and the new promotion,

you've hardly left the office.

I had everything covered.

And then we lost our crab cakes.

Crab cakes?

Exactly. But they are the beginning of a much larger conspiracy.

It's only a conspiracy if you think someone's hiding something from you.

Yes, and right now you are. So go jump in the river.

The river?

The river. Clark, your size 14s are standing

on a school, a church and a high-rise.

What does a map of Metropolis have to do with our hors d'oeuvres?

The catering company that was covering our blessed event

went under in the blink of an eye.

Bought out by something called Marionette Ventures?

Well, naturally, I got a little bit upset.

So when I called to file a complaint with the Chamber of Commerce...

And you realized it wasn't the only local company bought out recently.

Exactly.

Lois, it's just a sign of the times.

Then why did all the former owners suddenly skip town?

I'm sorry, Clark,

but I have to slay this monster of a story before the wedding.

Okay, well, there's only one thing left on my wedding list

that you can help me check off.

Well, we booked the chapel, bought the rings,

and the League is on patrol to protect the city while you're MIA,

and everybody is currently converging on the rehearsal dinner.

What could we possibly have left to do?

I told your father about the wedding, but I didn't tell mine.

Wow.

So, how does one ask for permission to marry on Krypton?

The last time that Kara was in town, she told me, in Kryptonian culture,

the head of the house has to approve all life unions.

Life unions?

Will you stop being so romantic?

Kal-El, my son, you have returned.

Jor-El,

I come here today as a Kryptonian, as a member of your house,

and your son.

In honor of our home,

I'm here to declare my desire to start a life bond with this woman...

Lois Lane.

Lois Lane,

do you truly intend to initiate a life union with my son?

I do.

Your pledge is observed.

If your lives are to be joined, then you must both understand.

Lois.

Jor-El, what the hell are you doing?

Please.

Give me my powers back!

Lois, can you hear me?

Are you okay?

Lois, are you okay?

I'm more than okay.

I'm super.

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

I'm starting to regret not packing my intergalactic dictionary about now.

No way these are Celtic.

No. They're Apokoliptian.

You're Clark's cousin, Kara, right?

Yeah.

How long you been here? I gotta get you out.

No, wait.

It'll kill you.

Right.

Okay.

There's gotta be some way to turn off this death ray from hell.

How did Watchtower find me?

I haven't checked in for weeks.

I hate to break it to you, but, uh, I'm not part of a search party.

I just came here...

to find...

The Bow of Orion.

Yeah.

What do you know about it?

You're looking for it, without Clark?

So are you, apparently.

I have my reasons.

So do I.

Mine have to do with protecting Clark.

Who are you here to save?

Right now you're topping my list.

You say you can read this stuff?

It's a prophecy about the return of Darkseid written by the hunter himself.

When I touched Orion's symbol, this trap was sprung.

You say this is a prophecy.

Yes.

One that heralds the end of the world.

Naturally.

What's the rest of it say? Can you read anything else?

That a balance must exist between light and darkness,

and to wield the bow's power and save the world,

hands must first right the scale's two sides.

"Hands must first right the scale's two sides."

This guy Orion was so concerned about balancing everything out,

maybe we just need to add to one side of the scale.

No. I considered that.

But the Omega is a symbol of darkness, of the enemy.

So I've heard.

I'm just thinking that if I touch it, maybe a balance will be struck.

Or we could be stuck down here for centuries.

Your call.

Clark trusts you.

I suppose that's enough for me.

Hey.

You okay?

Yeah.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

Just took an extra hand to balance it, that's all.

Let's go get what we came for.

- Lois... - This is awesome.

- Hey... - I love you.

Lois, I don't think Jor-El did what he did

so you could get ahead at the office.

Clark, we were able to cover our deadlines for the wedding day

the day after the wedding day, the day after the day after the wedding day.

Look, I know it's hard not to go all four-alarm-fire on this thing,

but Jor-El's intentions might have been good.

You can't honestly believe that.

By taking away my powers, he's made me vulnerable, and you...

Like 800% more awesome than yesterday?

Okay, maybe 700% more.

Maybe Jor-El wanted me to know what it felt like to be you.

I'm not so sure, Lois. In his own warped way,

I think he's trying to tell us something about our relationship.

We're as bulletproof as your... my skin.

I'm not worried about us.

I'm not, either. But him manipulating me is one thing.

Him bringing you into this... Whatever it is...

Clark,

I know that you feel like you've been let down,

but we still don't know what his motive is

and he did say that you'd get your powers back at sunset.

There's a lot of time left in the day for things to go wrong before 6:58.

Okay, why don't we take this gift at face value

and just be open to all possibilities?

Huh. Speaking of.

Yes. I have been wasting all my time worrying about the businesses

that sold out to Marionette Ventures and not what they had in common.

A little blue line.

It's a boundary for the underground reservoir.

It provides all the drinking water in Metropolis.

Yes, and along with all the building purchases...

come the water rights.

There's only one business that Marionette hasn't purchased

that's located above the aquifer.

And if they're able to purchase the one last holdout,

they'll control all the water rights in the city.

I think it's time we pay a visit to this holdout.

It's time for a good, old-fashioned, super-powered stakeout.

Maybe Jor-El wanted to teach us a little something about patience.

Well, if he did, then you're about to fail.

I'm driving.

Hey.

Nothing suspicious to report from this end.

Right.

Lois, I thought you said you were going to get Parmesan.

A guy actually brought a gun to a knife fight.

- At the condiment stand? - No.

In Wisconsin.

Well, the TV behind the counter had a news report from the Great Lakes

about the hostage thing, and I couldn't resist lending a hand.

I brought you a souvenir.

Then, on my way back down through the heartland, there was this flood,

- so I had to use my freeze breath... - Arctic breath?

...to stop it.

Also, I have a whole new appreciation for your jacket-and-boots thing.

The number of heels that I have broken superstretching my legs today

is out of control.

I'm happy that you have a newfound appreciation for my wardrobe,

but today of all days, I need you to be more careful.

Well, I'm almost 50% certain

that the Burgundy Blur pulled it all off without a hitch.

That's weird. It's the middle of the day.

Looks like our store owner's closing up shop in a hurry.

This is when I would use my super-hearing...

to listen in on the Marionette boys to see how they operate.

Right, and a big part of that is the squinty head tilt, yes?

Apparently.

Okay.

Whoa.

Just take a deep breath and try to focus on one thing.

Okay.

Besides everything?

Help, please! Someone, come quick.

Someone just cried for help.

- Where? - I don't know.

- It's a kitchen fire. - Oh, my God. Call 911.

And they're dialing 911.

147th and Graham.

147th and Graham. I could be there in a flash.

There's a fire station a few blocks from there. What else?

Oh, no. A car accident. It sounds real bad.

- Oh, my God! - I can't just ignore this.

Keep listening.

Okay, they're exchanging information. Everything's okay.

Good.

Are you okay?

Clark, you have to ignore all these people

crying out for help, in pain, every time?

I don't ignore them,

but I do have to prioritize who needs help and how soon.

- Like an ER doctor, right? - Sure.

I'm just not sure I can handle the whole emotional triage of it all.

It's a lot to take on, but right now, just focus on the clothing store, okay?

Get away from me!

Get out of here!

I hear an ugly argument in there, and it's not about fashion.

That's my cue.

I work out.

- Courtney. - Stargirl?

Wow.

It says here the bow is in the inner sanctum.

So, let me get this straight. Whoever wields the Bow of Orion

can use it to vanquish darkness. Is that what you're saying?

According to the prophecy, yeah.

Well, that's me.

Think about it. A bow, right? The medium is the message.

You never told me why you were seeking it.

Promise you won't tell anyone, but I'm trying to change my fate.

The Bow of Orion is the key. It worked for him, right?

Only after he found the strength to turn away from the darkness...

even though that meant turning away from his father.

Orion is Darkseid's son.

Yes. He was raised by someone who believes in spreading the light

instead of the darkness his birth father had created.

And eventually, he swore to serve that light instead.

Bingo.

Look at that.

It looks like another one of Orion's tests to see if we're worthy.

If this is about balancing light and darkness,

it's gonna require two shots to open the door, one from each symbol.

Which also means they have to hit it at exactly the same time.

Sort of like a bank shot.

It's easier than it looks. Just point and shoot, really.

- Okay. - You got it.

Yeah.

You really trust me to do this?

Well, it's like you said,

if Clark trusts you, that's enough for me.

Now.

Nice shooting, partner.

Thanks.

Kara, are you all right? What's wrong? Is this another trap?

It's Jor-El.

I have to leave.

You have to retrieve the bow and deliver it to Clark.

I'm trusting you now.

Jor-El.

Why would you call me back when I almost had the bow?

The bow is Kal-El's destiny, not yours.

You told me to protect Kal-El.

Why would you interfere

when I was so close to finishing what you told me to do?

I believe you care about Kal-El and wish to help him,

but ultimately, this battle must be his.

That is why I've called you here, to make a choice.

A choice?

There are two paths laid out before you, Kara.

You can leave Earth now and allow Kal-El to embrace his destiny,

or you can stay and help him, risking the future of this planet.

Kal-El and I have fought Darkseid together before.

You involved Kal-El against my wishes.

He was too weak then, and he was almost overcome by darkness.

You have grown strong.

Your will is no longer at the mercy of my command.

You will need that strength to forge your own path.

It is in your hands to choose.

You want me to just walk away?

Kara, your own destiny is written.

It is in another place and time.

But this is Kal-El's battle, and he must fight it alone.

Even though a time will come when he turns away from me,

in the end, he will make the right decision.

He is ready. This is his time.

He's the only family I have left.

I have to at least warn him.

Sometimes, the greatest sacrifice a person can make

is to give up what they hold most dear.

Microscan initiated.

What is it?

From the scans I've done,

it's a diode that emits a frequency into the brain stem,

inhibiting higher motor functioning, leaving the wearer open to suggestion.

Wait. So it was controlling me?

You were a puppet.

What I wanna know is, who's behind Marionette Ventures?

John Jones and I looked into that company.

We know who the shareholders are.

Dark Archer, Roulette, Metallo, and some dude named Manta?

That must have been why he was targeted,

but we never figured out what they were up to.

They're buying land above the city's aquifer.

They're on the verge of controlling all of Metropolis's water.

Well, that makes sense. They charge big money for every drop,

and then the city is at their mercy.

Microscan complete.

Anomaly detected.

Is that who I think it is?

Winslow Schott.

Toyman.

When in doubt, I say go straight to the source.

Naughty, naughty.

Someone still hasn't learned to play nice.

I'll give you a time-out, except, you've already been put in one.

Well, well, well.

Lois Lane.

How on earth did such a mild-mannered, ladylike reporter like yourself

get clearance to visit a deadly catch like me?

Well, I used to be deadly.

I confess, recently I've mended my mischievous ways. Haven't you heard?

You can pretend all you like,

but I know that you've been collecting an evil posse of pen pals

with handles like "Roulette" and "Dark Archer"

to do your dirty work on the outside.

What I haven't figured out, if that's the case,

why are you still playing telephone from the Stryker Island day spa?

People tend to underestimate you when they think they're in control.

The guards give me certain liberties.

Sorry. Your calling plan has been revoked.

And I should warn you that the Blur and his team are well aware

of the little present you planted on one of their own.

Looks like the Blur has given you a sparkly token of his affection.

My love life has nothing to do with the Blur.

- Oh, really? - Mmm-hmm.

Then you may not have heard of the Blur's first love.

She was willing to sacrifice everything for her bulletproof beau.

How heartbreaking.

The tragic tale of one...

Lana Lang...

and Clark Kent.

I don't know what's in the water you've been drinking...

but you are lost at sea if you think Clark Kent is connected to the Blur.

You've got quite the poker face, Miss Lane.

And I certainly hope you're right.

Because at this very moment,

my team of villains are closing in on the Blur.

What a shame it would be for the blushing bride

to be wearing a black veil on her special day.

Unless...

What's your game, Toyman?

You give me the phone back,

and wear this...

stylish steel accessory.

They'll abort their mission and you'll save your fiancé's life.

How do I know I can trust you?

What kind of gamesman wouldn't follow his own rules?

Call off your dogs.

And don't worry,

I will keep our agreement

and call off the minions...

but...

I think I'll send you instead.

Kill the Blur.

"The only true power...

comes from within."

How deliciously selfish of you to want the bow

just so you can remove the stain we put on your soul.

No!

Thank you.

You see, those traps were designed to keep the prophets out.

Orion's bow was a light like the world will never see again.

It's been the one power Darkseid could not defeat.

I will find a way somehow to defeat you.

From the moment you were marked, you've been serving him.

But you're not like the rest of your brethren.

You've got real potential, and we've got bigger plans for you.

Don't worry, dear.

You won't remember any of this.

To my esteemed members of Marionette Enterprises, I bid you...

hello.

If you'd be so kind as to pass your mission folders to one another,

you'll find pertinent information on each of your targets.

Now, I know it might feel like cheating

to know what cards the other side is holding,

but we can ill afford to lose.

Not now, not when we are this close to bringing Metropolis to its knees

and getting what we deserve.

And with the help of our newest associate,

we'll finally take control of the Metropolis aquifer.

We will bleed theirpockets dry

until the parched populace is dancing for us like puppets on a string.

In fact, she's taking care of the Blur right now.

We are going to have so much fun.

Thanks, Courtney.

Stargirl's got us on the next ferry to Stryker's.

Good. I'll bring the truck around.

Lois has been in there too long without checking in.

How are you coming on disrupting those diodes?

Almost there.

Lois.

Toyman put a diode on her neck. How long until sunset?

You need to stall her. The sun's almost down.

Lois, Toyman thinks he can control you.

Don't let him. Don't...

Lois, you have to fight it.

Hold on, Clark, just a little bit longer, 20 seconds.

You're the most stubborn, iron-willed woman I've ever met.

Don't let him win.

I love you.

Clark.

Lois?

Clark, not yet. You don't have your powers back.

Lois? Answer me.

Lois, wake up.

It's okay.

Clark.

Oh, no, you can rest assured the Blur won't be a problem.

I've seen to it.

Back so soon, my pretty little plaything?

I'm flattered, Winslow.

But playtime's over.

What's to say I just don't tell the whole world who you really are?

Something tells me if you really wanted to,

you already would have.

But then,

we wouldn't be able to play anymore, would we?

No matter how many of you band together,

what games you decide to play,

I'll always be there to stop you.

Kal-El, I trust you found my gift to the both of you illuminating.

It wasn't a gift.

It was a trial.

And it wasn't about Lois appreciating what it was like to have my abilities,

or me realizing what it was like to be human.

It was about control.

Your trials are not a riddle, Kal-El.

They are stepping stones on a long path.

Path that I could blindly walk forever, but I understand now.

This whole time, it's been up to me to decide

when to take control of my own destiny.

The trials end when I'm ready for them to end.

Your journey is far from over.

But I can only be what the world needs, when I can finally admit that

I'm no longer just the son of Jor-El or Jonathan Kent.

And you knew the time would come

when neither of you could guide me anymore.

And that time...

is now.

Good-bye, Jor-El.

You all right?

You know, Clark, walking a mile in your shoes

is so different than I imagined it would be.

When you're just a reporter with a story,

the word hits the paper, the paper hits the stands,

and it's over.

But, for you,

it's never over, is it?

No.

I guess I tell myself

there will always be a balance of good and evil in the world,

but it's up to me to tip the scale.

I always knew

that you had a big heart.

I just never realized how strong it was.

Good luck, Clark.

I was so weak, Clark.

You know, the very moment that Toyman threatened you,

I put on that diode, and I let him control me...

because you are my greatest weakness.

And I'm afraid that I will be yours.

You're not my weakness.

You're my strength.

Okay?

And I'm sorry that Jor-El dragged you into one of my trials, but it's over.

Jor-El is as much a part of my past as the farm.

My destiny is marrying you,

and for us to create our own future together.

Come on. Everyone's waiting.

Clark, I'm sorry.

After today, I realized that...

us being together makes you vulnerable.

And I can't just sit and watch a movie and eat ice cream

when, at that very moment, you could be saving five people.

Clark, every moment of your life that I take for myself,

I am stealing from people who need saving.

Lois, what are you saying?

I'm...

What is this?

I'm sorry, Clark.

No.

I can't marry you.

I'm sorry.