Superman & Lois

- Previously on "Superman & Lois"...

Let's just focus on what 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.

- 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.

- You know what he is capable of.

Help me save your planet, Sam.

Maintain your course.

Ready.

On my mark. Brake!

Now the resurrection begins.

Hut!

Yeah!

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.

Yeah.

Oh, another fun fact about these grandstands--

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

Something like that? - I think so, yeah.

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.

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

Defense! -

He's got a lot of nerve coming here.

After totally trying to murder you?

I can't prove it, though.

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?

Set...

- - Hut!

- He got the ball! - Jordan, go!

Go! Go! Go!

Touchdown, Crows.

Let's go, Jordan!

Something you wanna tell me?

- 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!

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...

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.

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

- 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.

- I understand you're one of mine.

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.

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.

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,"