Smallville

Previously on Smallville...

I sent you to Earth for a purpose, Kal-El.

You've learned a lot from your time in Smallville.

Your father would be proud.

It would be tragic

if the DDS decided Chloe was a threat to national security after all.

Will you marry me?

Don't move!

Chloe Sullivan, you're under arrest.

Jimmy, get Clark!

I need you.

But the world needs you more. Please, don't come after me.

Just because I'm leaving doesn't mean you have to stay.

Got your application right here.

That's never gonna happen.

This isn't the end of the story, Clark. This is just the beginning.

I can heal people.

What the hell are you?

Kal-El, you must save yourself,

or your destiny will fall into the hands of another man.

The last few teams have all disappeared.

We leave now.

You hold the future of the entire planet in your hands. I'm here to take it back.

Lex, don't!

I'm sorry, but it has to end this way.

And now, the season premiere of Smallville.

Who's Regan?

What have you been doing all this time, building showmen?

Who do you think you are? This site is off-limits.

Tess Mercer. My access is unrestricted.

Per Lex's written instructions,

You're nothing but an obscure regional VP.

You actually believe you're qualified?

Lex believes it.

And that's all that matters.

I want a complete inventory of everything you found.

Footprints, snowmobile tracks, any sign of an escape.

Escape?

Trust me, Lex Luthor did not meet his end on some dwindling icecap.

Sonar's picking something up.

Six-point-four meters deep.

- What is it? - Not sure.

But based on the imaging, could very well be human remains.

There's a reason the cowboys won the West.

Playing with bows and arrows can only get you so far.

- Nice toss for a fish out of water. - Thanks.

You gonna keep stroking each other or are we gonna find Clark?

Looks like they found something in that trench. Check it out.

Oh, no.

Clark, where are you?

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

You missed a spot.

And the floors, they've lost their sheen.

You're not getting lazy, are you?

I didn't realize Lex's secretarial staff

could spot a speck of dust from across the room.

I'm as much a secretary as you are a French maid.

I've been so looking forward to meeting the intrepid reporter, Lois Lane.

So you like to play dress-up?

If you're not a secretary, who are you?

Lex's 4 p.m. booty call?

I realize Mr. Luthor gave you quite a bit of journalistic rope

knowing you'd eventually hang yourself.

Me, on the other hand...

I'm a little less patient.

I'm not here as a reporter.

I'm here to find my cousin, Chloe Sullivan.

I doubt she's hiding under the furniture.

Lex had her arrested by the Department of Domestic Security.

But the DDS claims to have no record of her.

I want access to Lex's phone records from the day he made the call.

I want that agent's name.

Mr. Luthor is a firm believer in truth and justice, Miss Lane.

You can rest assured, if he had your cousin arrested, she was guilty.

The only thing Chloe's been guilty of is standing up for what she believes in.

Miss Mercer?

Please escort Miss Lane out.

- Yes, ma'am. - Hands off.

By the way, next time?

You might wanna try microfiber.

Works wonders.

I'll keep that in mind.

Pattern?

Take your time with this one. It's especially difficult.

Barn, tiger, car, hammer, tree, building, cup, phone,

toaster, house, doll, football, book, umbrella, bench, paperclip.

And the logarithm?

The seventh image moves forward by the power of four, every six cycles.

- My God. - Okay, so I'm smarter than the average.

But that doesn't mean the government

has the right to treat me like their own private guinea pig.

- You're special, Chloe. - No, I'm not.

All I am is a halfway decent hacker

who took a wrong turn down the information superhighway.

A hacker whose cognitive thinking just beat our fastest supercomputer.

It's hard to believe that such a dramatic increase in intelligence

could occur practically overnight.

All right, I have told you a thousand times, it just happened.

I passed out and when I woke up, I was different.

Okay. Let's do another.

I have a better idea.

How about no more games or puzzles

until I have something called a court date

and a little friend called a lawyer?

Chloe, we've gone over this.

Have you looked at a map recently?

This is America. I know my rights.

That was the day that you gave up those rights.

- You committed an act of treason. - I'm not a spy.

I don't deserve to be held in some low-rent Gitmo wannabe.

You can stay here and use your ability to give back to your country,

and walk in 12 months.

Or you can go to court, get convicted,

and rot in a federal prison for 20 years.

That's your choice.

I ran his photo through every surveillance camera

north of 60 degrees latitude.

Face recognition hasn't come up with a single hit.

Every dock and coastline east of the Siberian Sea to the Baffin Bay,

they're Clark Kent-free zones.

It's like he just disappeared.

Well, that leaves us with Chloe's hard drive,

which is full of a lot of fun facts, but not one lead on Clark.

Oliver, we've searched practically everywhere.

I think it's time to accept the fact that maybe something happened to him.

No. No, you don't understand. Clark's not like us.

It's gonna take a Hell of a lot more than

a little snow and ice to bring him down.

Victor and Bart have been covering the entire southern hemisphere.

They haven't found anything.

What makes you think we will?

Clark would never give up on us.

We're not giving up on him.

- -

You.

Johnny Appleseed.

No coffee break.

Let me make a phone call.

I told you, when you pay me back.

I'll get you your money.

I can get you whatever you want if you let me make the call.

I need to let people know that I'm okay.

Why don't you send them message by carrier pigeon?

- You try that again, Johnny Appleseed... -

I'll be not so nice.

What's the news from your elves at the North Pole?

Satellites picked up an encoded communication signal

from the group that attacked us.

Well, they're not the only ones that are good at concealing information.

Don't you remember your little journey up north on the LuthorCorp jet

right before Lex disappeared?

I honored Mr. Luthor's request for absolute discretion.

Have you been searching for Lex

or are you just covering your own tracks?

I did my homework on you.

Girl who taught herself to read in a Louisiana swamp house,

got into Harvard at 15, goes deep-sea diving in her spare time.

But I don't give a damn about any of it.

Nobody questions my loyalty.

If I ever discovered that someone withheld information

that could help me find Lex,

I'd be forced to respond accordingly.

Are you threatening me?

Just giving you an opportunity to keep your job.

I suggest you find Lex or you will be summarily terminated.

Look, I'm all for helping my country,

but what kind of secret government mission

could an out-of-work newspaper hack pull off?

You're gonna help us catch a few bad guys, Chloe.

By playing Sudoku?

These are scrambled transmissions

that a group of terrorists use to communicate.

Not one of our computers has been able to figure out the algorithm.

And you are our best shot.

Let's do this.

Good. We're looking for three cell phone numbers

hidden within the code.

Four, two, nine, five, five, five, Zero, one, six, nine.

Target position acquired.