Smallville

Previously on Smallville:

I think Lex has a piece of the spaceship.

Are you sure?

Roger Nixon. I'm a journalist and I'd like to write a story about you.

Whitney's going off to join the Marines.

If you're gonna take me on, son, you'll have to bring your game up to a different level.

- Promise me Saturday night's gonna be great. - It'll be a night you won't forget.

There's a whole lot more to your friend Clark Kent.

You better pray you're not wrong.

You're not my enemy, you're my son.

I believe the term is, "Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war."

- Lana's there. - Don't worry, I'm sure she's home now.

I'm gonna tell the entire world about your son.

Jonathan, look!

Help me.

He knows everything. I will not let him destroy this family.

- Please! - No!

Jonathan!

Clark!

No!

And now, the season premiere of Smallville.

Ah!

Lex!

I'm your father!

Son!

Dad!

Dad! No!

Nixon!

- Give me the camera! - Get the hell away from me!

Lana?

Lana.

> Somebody save me &.

J Let your warm hands break right through it &

> Somebody save me &.

J I don't care how you do it &

8 Just stay, stay & -8 Stay with me &.

J; Come on, I've been waiting for you J.

J To stay with me &.

J I made this whole world shine for you J.

J Stay, stay &.

J ComeonJ

- -

I need help!

I need a doctor here!

- I need help. Now. - What have we got?

Pupils are responsive.

Respiration appears normal.

Got a good pulse.

She's gonna be all right. Can you tell me her name?

Mom! Dad!

Mom? Mom! Mom!

- Mom, you okay? - Clark! Clark.

We have to find your father. He was out when the tornado hit.

- I'm gonna get you to a hospital. - No, listen to me.

- That reporter was in the cellar. - Nixon?

He videotaped the ship. He's gonna expose your secret.

- Your father chased him into the storm. - I've gotta find them.

Mom? Where's the ship?

There's swelling in his vertebrae

causing partial loss of nerve control in his legs.

His spleen is ruptured,

and he's sustained severe trauma to his optic nerve.

I want a medevac to Metropolis General. I want a team of specialists.

Your father's critical. Moving him is not an option.

- This isn't just any patient. - I know who Lionel Luthor is.

- I cannot give him any special treatment. - That's not what I meant.

He's my father. Do everything you can for him.

Lex.

Lex.

Yeah, Dad, I'm here.

Don't worry.

I'll fly in specialists from Metropolis to personally supervise your case.

I saw it...

in your eyes, son,

what you were thinking.

Life would be so easy

if I was out of your way.

Dad, I'm sorry.

Dad!

- Dad! - He hasn't been back to the house!

Did you call the sheriff? The hospital?

- The phones are down. - Dad grew up in tornado country.

- The first thing he'd do is take shelter. - I don't know if he was thinking straight.

I've never seen your father that angry.

He said he wasn't gonna let Nixon destroy our family.

Do you think he...?

No, he would never do that.

Oh, no! I won't say anything about your son, I swear to God!

Please! Don't kill me!

Oh, God.

- God. I thought you were gonna kill me. - Yeah, you would think that.

- Hey, Dorothy, back from Oz? - Chloe.

What are you doing? Shouldn't you be in bed?

I'm okay. The doctor says it's just a mild concussion.

Besides, a lot of people need this bed a lot more than I do.

Well, I'm just glad you're okay. What happened?

Well, um, I was driving back after dropping Whitney off, when the wind picked up.

This mailbox slammed against my windshield, and I went off the road.

That's when I saw the twisters.

Before I knew it, the truck was being sucked up.

You walked away with a bump. That's amazing, even by Smallville standards.

- No, it's impossible. - What?

Nothing. The next thing I knew, I was waking up here.

So you clicked your heels, said, "There's no place like home," and ended up here.

Apparently Clark brought me in.

- Clark? - Yeah, have you seen him?

Not since he vanished from the dance. I spent three hours looking for him.

Guess the Spring Formal was kind of a bust, huh?

Yeah, well, at least now I know where he disappeared to.

If it's any consolation, you guys looked great together.

It's not, but thanks.

Dad?

Clark, I ran into your mother at the hospital. She told me about your dad.

Checked every acre of this place, I gotta head for the woods.

Clark.

My father was injured in the twister. He's in pretty bad shape.

- I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do? - It's in the doctor's hands now.

During the storm, my father was trapped beneath a column.

If I hadn't pulled him out, he would've died.

Before I did, I hesitated.

I was thinking that maybe my life would be better off if I just left him to die.

- You saved him, that's what's important. - No.

My father won't see it that way.

Forgiveness is not in his emotional lexicon.

If anything, he'll probably see my saving him as a sign of weakness.

What are you gonna do?

Help my friend find his dad.

You got another flashlight?

- Dad! - Mr. Kent!

Mr. Kent!

Dad!

- Do you know whose car that is? - No.

I think we can cover more ground if we split up.

Yeah.

- I'll meet you back here in a half-hour. - Okay.

Great.

What are you doing?

Looking for my cell phone.

It's our only hope.

The greatest story in human history, and I'm not gonna get a chance to write it.

Clark is not a story, he's my son.

And I'm not gonna let you sabotage his life while you make yourself famous.

Is that why you chased me? What were you planning on doing, Kent?

Were you gonna bludgeon me and bury me in a shallow grave?

You were trespassing on my property, and you tried to kill my son in that truck.

You have the most amazing being on Earth doing chores on your farm.

Why are you hiding him? Tell the world and let them see for themselves.

I think I should leave that up to him for when he's older.

Well, when do you suppose that'll be? Draft age? Drinking age?

When he's ready.

Why don't you stop playing the protector and admit the truth.

You kept him because you couldn't have children of your own.

We kept him because he is our son and we love him.

He's not your son, you deluded hick!

He's not even human.

You can kill me for saying this, but you know I'm right.

You're just a small man whose son's destiny is too big for you to comprehend.

Clark doesn't belong to you. He belongs to the world.

Hello? Lex?

- Nixon? - 1, 1, -

Where the hell are you?

You stupid son of a bitch! I thought you wanted to get out of here!

I did want out of here, till I realized you were in bed with Lex Luthor.

And I'd rather rot down here than watch the two of you destroy my son"s life!

Nixon, you still there?

Just calling the fire department SO we can get a rescue team out here.

No, you weren't. I heard you trying to talk to Roger Nixon.

He was at the farm today. He was with dad when the tornado hit.

Clark, I didn't know Nixon was involved in this.

Why should I believe you? You already lied about knowing him once.

That's the second time you've hesitated today.

Maybe what my dad said about you is true.

Clark, wait.

- You're tired and upset. - Don't try to turn this around on me!

Are you really here to find my dad, or to find Nixon?

- Do you even have to ask? - I don't have time for this.

- I've gotta find my dad. - Clark!

Dad!

I'll talk to the Red Cross people,

see if they have any new information about your father.

Clark.

- Any luck? - We looked all night.

The search-and-rescue team combed the farm but didn't find anything.

I don't know what to do, he's been missing for over 12 hours.

You'll find him, Clark. I know it.

Thanks.

- I thought you'd be home recuperating. - I wanted to help.

You know, a lot of people helped me out after the meteor shower. Meant a lot.

I'm just glad you're okay.

Um, so how did you find me?

I was lucky, I guess. You were in a field next to the road.

You must have been thrown free from the truck.

Is that really what happened?

Yeah.

Why?

I just keep seeing something that doesn't make any sense.

The truck was caught up in the tornado, and you...

You just...

Clark.

No new word.