Smallville

Hold nothing back! Leave it all on the floor!

-How much time we got? -We've got fifteen minutes tops!

Just enough time to get in and out!

All right, let's do this thing!

Are you ready now, Clark?

Yeah. I forgot to press the record button. Sorry.

So, Mr. Luthor...

any more secret construction projects at LuthorCorp like Level 3?

Please, call me Lex.

-Lex, are you gonna answer my question? -Chloe.

-What? -It's okay, Clark.

"Our critics are our friends. They show us our faults."

Benjamin Franklin.

Excuse me, Mr. Luthor,

-your father's on the phone. -I need to get this.

I'll take it in the conservatory.

I look forward to resuming our verbal judo.

- All right, this is the big one! - Yeah! Let's do it!

Let's go!

I wonder if he's really taking a call or if he's just trying to avoid me?

Wow, that's really cool.

Do you think it's real?

Chloe?

Chloe.

Okay. The vault's in the wall behind the bookcase.

- How do you know? - I've got my sources.

- He was doing a housekeeper. - Oh, yeah.

- We got 5 minutes, let's move it! - Let's do it!

That's it, boys, come on. It's payday!

One minute!

- Come on, let's go! - I only got one arm.

Yeah!

Time's up! Let's move it! Let's go!

You can't just go snooping around someone's house.

Clark, it's a mansion. It's designed for snooping.

Okay, fine. We'll go and wait in the library for Lex to officially blow us off.

-I'll put the camera away. -Okay, I'm gonna go get my bag.

Hey, what's going on?

Chloe, run!

Move it! Let's move it!

Clark!

Chloe.

Clark!

Chloe!

Clark.

Don't worry, I brought in the best doctors from Metropolis.

-Is she gonna be all right? -Doctors aren't sure.

The fall was pretty bad. She broke her left arm and has a concussion.

They wanna make sure there's no brain swelling.

I should've gotten to her.

I don't mean to belabor the obvious, Clark, but this isn't your fault.

I just don't know what happened. One minute, the room is empty,

and then they appear out of thin air.

I mean, do the police have any leads?

They don't think I'm the first one that's been hit.

There have been over a dozen robberies all over the county.

This gang somehow gets in and out without busting a single lock.

They tried to hit the Smallville Savings & Loan.

I didn't hear about that.

Banks don't publicize attempted robberies, it's bad for their image.

If nothing was taken, how do they know they were robbed?

Apparently they tripped an alarm inside the vault.

Although, no one knows how they got in there.

And the stuff they stole from you. Can the police trace it?

I didn't report anything stolen, Clark.

-Why not? I saw them walk out with bags. -I don't care about that.

I just want to find the people who did this to Chloe.

When I do, I promise you, they will be dealt with accordingly.

-What does that mean? -You should let me worry about it.

Now, why don't you go home and get some rest?

Whitney.

Hey, Whitney, wait up.

Thought you were meeting me at the hospital.

I'm sorry, I forgot. How's Chloe?

Better, but not out of the woods yet.

That's the thing with this town. It'll always find a way to keep you down.

Whitney, what's wrong? Is it your dad?

No, it's nothing. I've just got to go do inventory.

See you.

Hi, Clark. What are you doing?

Trying to make myself useful.

Hey, son, we need firewood, not toothpicks.

I know what you guys are gonna say: It's not my fault.

-Lex already told me, so did Chloe's dad. -They're right, Clark. You did your best.

Chloe could've died.

Son, becoming an adult means learning difficult lessons,

one of which is you can't save everybody, no matter who you are.

You said you felt the effects of the meteor rocks.

Yeah, I just don't know where it was coming from.

Sometimes I wish I could leave this town and get away from the meteor rocks.

Hey, hey, hey.

I'm sure that you will. You'll get that chance.

But running away won't solve anything.

Don't hang around here feeling sorry for yourself.

Go. See what you can find out.

I had no idea I stored so much stuff in here.

-Will you hand me the tape, please? -Yeah.

I still can't believe you're selling this place, Nell.

I can't believe your sudden interest in the place.

My parents met here. This place means a lot to me.

I know, Lana,

but one screen can't compete with a multiplex. And the fact is...

I wanna be able to send you to any college you want.

Could you tell me who the buyer is?

Maybe I could talk to them. See if they'd be willing to renovate.

It's Lex Luthor.

Lex said the people who hit the mansion tried to rob this bank.

I've got three words for you: official police investigation.

The police haven't done a thing.

There have been 12 robberies in the past six months with the same freaky m.o.

No sign of entry, the jewels and the cash just vanished.

Except for this place. Lex says that they triggered an alarm inside the vault.

-The question is, how'd they get inside? -I don't know.

Now, stop channeling Chloe and come on.

Oh, no, not the Kent thousand-yard stare.

Clark! Come on, man.

I know you feel bad. I do too.

But we're not cops.

Nothing. Nada.

Not a single sidebar. A guy has got to miss a hundred grand in cash and jewels.

Not Luthor, bro.

There is no telling how much jack he's got stashed in that castle.

Cash, jewels, art, cars, you name it!

If we went downstairs, we would've found the money pit where he swims in,

-like that duck with the Irish accent. -Uncle Scrooge.

Yeah, yeah.

He was Scottish, not Irish.

We don't have enough time. This stuff doesn't last as long as it used to.

I know, I know.

I'm telling you, we need fresh blood.

-Yeah, but who can we trust? -I don't know.

I think I know why Luthor didn't file that robbery report.

Check this out.

The poster boy for Rogaine doesn't want anyone to know he's tapped into

his daddy's computer system.

Maybe then we pay Luthor Junior another visit, huh?

I think so.

I don't care.

If I wanted excuses, I'd call the police.

Yeah? Well, you're supposed to be the best private security firm in Metropolis.

How'd you get in here?

The same way we did last time, bro.

-I'm calling the police. -You didn't last time, and we know why.

We read the disk, Lex.

I don't know what are you're talking about.

You're skimming money from your dad to fund a project in Smallville.

That concerns a methane treatment plant. It'll put our competitors out of business.

Methane plants don't need particle accelerators.

-What do you want? -A million, cash.

If you try anything stupid, even if you think a stupid thought,

your disk is going to be uploaded to the Internet

for all the world and Big Daddy Lionel to see.

How do I reach you?

You don't. We reach you.

Now, turn around.

Wait there.

You have no idea who you're dealing with.

Hey, Whitney.

Whitney?

-Hey. -I'm picking up a microwave for my mom.

You can pick it up at the back counter.

Is everything okay?

I bet you think it's just great to live in Smallville your whole life.

-Take over the farm from dad. -I'm not sure that's the life for me.

-Sometimes you don't have a choice. -Whitney, you'll get out of here.

-You'll go further than anyone in town. -I lost my scholarship, Kent.

I'm sorry.

Have you told Lana yet?

I am going to spend the rest of my life in this store,

develop a bad heart at 50 like my dad, and become just another "remember him?"

I'm never getting out of Smallville.

Hey, man, you got these sneaks in a twelve?

Yeah.

You got a problem, bro?

No.