Smallville (2001–2011): Season 1, Episode 13 - Kinetic - full transcript
After losing his college scholarship, a depressed Whitney falls in with a group of three former jocks from Smallville High who have tattoos made from kryptonite-laced paint that give them the power to walk through walls and commit various robberies around town. While Clark tries to track down the robbers, without getting physically close to them because of their tattoos, Chloe is seriously injured during a robbery of Lex's mansion when she is thrown out a window. Lex has his own plans to find the robbery trio when they steal an incriminating computer disk from his mansion. Also, Lana learns that Lex is the one who bought out the old movie theater and Nell's flower shop.
Leave it all on the floor!
- How much time we got?
- We've got fifteen minutes tops!
That's 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...
are there any more
projects going on at
LuthorCorp like Level 3?
Please, call me Lex.
Ok, Lex, are you gonna
answer my question?
- It's okay, Clark.
"Our critics are our friends.
They show us our faults."
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, boys, this is the big one!
- Yeah! Let's do it!
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?
Okay. The vault's in the wall
behind the bookcase.
- How do you know?
- I've got my sources.
- He was doing one of the housekeepers.
- Oh, yeah.
- We got five minutes, let's move it!
- Let's do it!
That's it, boys, come on. It's payday!
- Come on, let's go!
- I only got one arm.
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.
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?
Move it! Let's move it!
♪ Smallville: "Kinetic" ♪
Season 1 Episode 13
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 belabour 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?
It means you should
let me worry about it.
Now, why don't you go home
and get some rest?
Hey, Whitney, wait up.
Thought you're 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.
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.
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 just wish I could leave this
town and get away from the meteor rocks.
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?
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 channelling 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.
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.
But the fact is, 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.
Ten to one. 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 talking about?
You're skimming money
from your dad...
to fund a project in Smallville.
That concerns a new
methane treatment plant.
That's gonna put our
competitors out of business.
Methane plants don't need
- 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.
You have no idea who you're dealing with.
- 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.
Have you told Lana yet?
I am going to spend the rest of my life
in this store...
develop a bad heart at fifty like my dad,
and become just another "remember him?"
I'm never getting out of Smallville.
you got these sneaks in a twelve?
You got a problem, bro?
I'll go find this.
- aren't you Whitney Fordman?
I saw you throw 300 yards against
Topeka last year. That was a great game.
I heard you were tracked
for a full ride to Kansas State.
- It didn't work out. Size twelve, right?
- Yeah. Thanks, buddy.
Man. Well, I know all about that.
Senior year I got sacked, blew out
my knee, had to have four operations.
I had a dozen schools offer me
and then it all went away,
just like that.
So, what's your plan now?
Don't have one. Just don't want
to do this the rest of my life.
I hear you. Where's the future
in that, huh? Say...
we're having a party
at our place tonight.
Why don't you swing by.
I can't, I've got to close up.
Come by after. Knock back a brew.
Detox from this.
Come on, man, it'll be fun.
I am the god of quarters.
Let me give you the tour, bro.
- This place is awesome.
- Maybe we could bring you on, Fordman.
- Always use a talented guy.
- Why do you wanna help me?
Guys like us got to stick together.
I thought my life was over after football
didn't pan out.
It was just beginning.
it only gets better. Let me show you
where the real party is.
You ever been inked?
I'm not really into tattoos.
First one's on the house.
I don't know, man, they're kind of forever.
- You wanna eat with the big dogs?
- You got to step up to the bowl.
This is like nothing
you've ever seen before.
Make you feel like a new man,
swear to God.
Have a seat.
Just make sure
it doesn't say "Smallville."
- Hey! Hey, come on!
- Be the truck!
- Be the truck! Be the truck!
- You guys are crazy!
- Yeah, baby!
- Yeah! You got it!
Your dad called
and told me you were awake.
You're officially my first visitor.
How you feeling?
Like a million bucks, thrown in
the washing machine and set on spin.
- Everyone was real worried about you.
- Yeah, I noticed.
Looks like Nell's flower shop's
been stripped clean.
I especially like the ones from Lex.
They make me feel like I won
the Kentucky Derby.
They're beautiful, Clark.
They're my favourite.
I just wanna say I'm sorry.
Letting you get hurt.
Well, I am perturbed with you, Clark.
I'm also mad that you didn't put out
the Chicago Fire of 1871.
Or prevent the fall of the Roman Empire,
making you responsible for the Dark Ages.
Do you remember anything
about those guys?
There was one thing. The guy that
grabbed me had a tattoo on his forearm.
An octagon, maybe.
- What's going on, Clark?
- I don't know.
Let me do some digging.
Clark Kent, investigative reporter.
Has a nice ring to it.
- You get some rest.
- I'll try.
This theater means something
to a lot of people.
I spent every Saturday of my
childhood here, eighth row center.
When the lights went down
and the screen flickered on...
the problems outside these doors
It was like being transported
to a magical place.
That's a nice story, but why is it
so important to you really?
My parents met here. I guess I'm just
looking for something to hold on to.
I'm supposed to preserve this monument
to Lana Lang's sentimental memories.
That's not what I meant.
You're a teenager, Lana.
Mercurial doesn't do you justice.
Thought you might understand.
Clearly I was mistaken.
This is business, Lana.
All these stores are becoming office
spaces. This town needs a parking garage.
So you're going ahead with your plans.
You haven't given me
any reason to change my mind.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have a pressing matter to attend to.
Whitney, you have a minute?
I'm kind of busy.
Remember the guy who came in
yesterday, looking for shoes?
- No. A lot of guys come in here.
- Whitney, this is serious.
Take it easy.
- Where'd you get that tattoo?
- Mind your own business.
Look, did those guys give it to you?
Whitney, they're bad news.
You spend your time trying to steal Lana.
Now, you wanna become my Boy Scout.
That's not true.
It's tough seeing yourself the way
others see you, isn't it, Kent?
- Stay away from those guys.
- You're not my father, Kent.
Now, get the hell out of here.
Hey. Nell said you called.
- Have you seen Whitney today?
- Yeah. I asked him what was going on.
He said he was out with some
new friends, blowing off steam.
When I tried to press him,
he got angry, so I backed off.
It's hard watching people you love suffer
and there's nothing you can do to help.
Lana, I don't know if I'm supposed to tell
you this, but Whitney lost his scholarship.
Why didn't he tell me?
He was so close to his dream, and then
to just have it taken away like that.
Must hurt like hell.
Thanks for telling me.
You're a good friend.
I raided the Torch. I think these
are Whitney's new friends.
Wade Mahaney and Scott Bowman.
Class of '96.
- Who are these guys?
- They were Whitney, six years ago.
Athletes, lettered in football, baseball,
basketball. They ruled the school.
- What happened?
- Well, according to the Ledger...
Wade got injured
and Scott started using drugs.
They watched their futures vanish.
- Do you think Whitney's in trouble?
- I don't know.
I tried to talk to him,
but he wouldn't listen to me.
He thinks that scholarship
is his only way out of here.
I wish he'd see himself the way I do.
There's more to him than football.
- He's lucky to have you.
Big influence I am.
Can't seem to convince anybody
to do anything today.
Are you talking about the Talon?
I met with Lex, tried to make my case,
but he totally shot me down.
He said I hadn't given him
a good enough business reason.
Sounds kind of harsh.
But I think the thing that makes me
maddest, is that he's right.
Maybe it wasn't a rejection,
maybe it was a challenge.
- My first challenge is helping Whitney.
- Let me work on that.
Clark, why are you doing this?
Not that I don't appreciate it.
I couldn't stop what happened to Chloe.
There's a chance for Whitney.
You got a taste.
You wanna find out
what it's all about, bro?
Yeah. Sure, I'm in.
Glad you could make it, Luthor.
Go inside. You'll find
a walk-in meat locker.
- How did you...?
- Open the case, Lex.
- I want the disk first.
- The money, Lex.
Give us the money!
- What's going on?
- Shut up.
It's empty. He screwed us!
- If I brought the money, I'd never get out.
- Big mistake, rich boy.
I phase through your neck, I kill you.
- We want the damn money!
- Stop it!
- Give us the money!
- You never said we'd do this!
I said, shut up!
Stop it, you're killing him!
Wade, time is almost up, we got to blow!
Next time, bring the money!
Come on, rookie.
What got into you, bro?
What were you thinking?
- He wasn't thinking!
- I didn't sign on to kill anyone.
Oh, is that it, Fordman?
- You trying to quit?
- I'm not saying that. It's just...
Luthor doesn't seem like the kind of guy
that would pay up and then walk away.
Don't worry about Luthor,
I put the fear of God in him!
It's gonna be our biggest payday yet!
All right, all right,
all right, that's enough.
- Just had a case of jitters, didn't you?
- He's gonna screw everything up!
- Look at us, bro, we are burning up!
We can't just keep tatting up. We need
fresh blood to keep this dream alive.
Now go get a brew and chill out.
I went out on a limb for you just now.
Don't let me down again.
And don't sweat Luthor.
As soon as he ponies
up the cash,
I get the feeling think that he's
for a very long time.
All right, Lex...
what were you doing with those guys?
They were blackmailing me, Clark.
I went there to make a drop.
You're wondering if your father's
been right about me all along, aren't you?
They stole a computer disk
that contains confidential information.
- What was on it?
- Nothing illegal...
but it's not something
I want in the public domain.
That's why you didn't want
the police involved.
Clark, I told you I'd handle it.
Question is, what were you doing there?
I was following Whitney.
He's been hanging with those guys.
I wanted to help.
Is this because of Chloe?
Clark, you can't save the world.
All you'll end up with is
a messiah complex and a lot of enemies.
I saved you, didn't I?
That turned out all right.
What's your next move?
They're gonna learn
that it doesn't pay to rob Lex Luthor.
What about Whitney?
A man is measured
by the quality of his friends.
If the quarterback's with them,
he'll have to face the consequences.
We were supposed to meet at the Torch.
Yeah, well, Chloe called...
- and I told her what we were doing...
- So I insisted you guys come here.
- You should be resting.
- All this resting is driving me insane.
These so-called "health-care professionals"
just want me in bed eating Jell-O.
I need to do this, okay?
Don't cut me out of it, please?
So I was surfing the Net,
doing some research...
How'd you get online here?
Pete hijacked the phone line for me.
What have you got?
What if these guys are using meteorite
tattoos to speed up their metabolism?
I mean, their molecules
are literally moving at hyperspeed.
- That's how they go through solid objects?
- That's crazy.
Well, they're doing it.
It's like the ultimate rush.
But there's no way their bodies
can handle that kind of stress for long.
What are you saying will happen?
You take the ultimate rush,
you pay the ultimate price.
Nell, is that you?
I'm in trouble, Lana.
I messed up.
I trusted the wrong guys.
I let you down.
I just don't know what to do.
It's okay. It's okay.
After they get the money,
they're gonna kill Lex...
and probably me for betraying them.
- You did the right thing.
- Yeah, too little too late.
Where are they now?
Back at the loft, sleeping it off.
- Did you see the disk they stole from Lex?
But it's gotta be there.
I can sneak in and get it.
- It's dangerous. We should call the police.
- No cops.
- I'm already in enough trouble.
- Tell me where they are.
- I can get in and out before they wake.
- I can't let you go alone, Clark.
I got myself into this mess,
I gotta try and get myself out of it.
Empty. They must be out looking for me.
Well, let's find it before they come back.
It's not here.
It's gotta be here somewhere.
I got it.
You really screwed up, rookie.
Look, I don't know how you found
that disk, bro, but I need it back. Now.
Hurts, doesn't it? It feels like someone's
chewing up your insides.
I stay in long enough,
I could do some serious damage.
You're next, bro.
Keep moving, rookie.
I know what happened to your arm
in the bank vault.
We waited too long.
Didn't hurt. When I pulled out,
it was fused at the shoulder.
You can't keep doing this.
You're gonna die.
If you hadn't have screwed up
our retirement plan, we wouldn't have to!
you're gonna pay.
- How'd you find us?
- Lana called...
told me what you guys were doing.
You should've called me first.
- I've gotta find Whitney.
- Clark, wait.
I'm calling the police.
I thought you understood.
This was your chance to be on top again.
I thought my life was over when
I lost my scholarship, but I was wrong.
No. You were right, your life is over.
Remember your initiation, bro?
That's how you joined us.
Well, that's how you're gonna leave.
We're running out of time,
grab the remote.
Let him go.
The cops are on their way.
Think again, rookie.
There's only one way off this team.
Don't worry, I got you covered.
- Keep your hands up!
- Keep them up!
Up against the car!
What did you tell the police?
Those guys broke into my house. You two
figured it out, tried to be heroes...
- and got in over your heads.
- What about...?
Walking through walls part?
I don't think the cops could handle
that much truth.
Sorry about your disk.
I didn't come out here for that, Clark.
I came because my friend was in trouble.
Just remember, boys:
You keep my secret, and I'll keep yours.
And if you don't...
you'll find out you're not the only ones
who can reach through walls.
Move this vehicle.
We have to transport the suspects.
- Ah, the sweet smell of freedom.
- You were in the hospital, not Alcatraz.
You spend a week in there and you'd feel
like a prisoner too. Come on.
Bad food, lights out by nine and no cable?
I'm thinking about doing an exposé.
- How's Whitney, by the way?
- He's taking it one day at a time.
Good. All right, well, bye.
- Oh, sorry.
- Chloe, where are you going?
I'm gonna do some checking
with the police.
None of the tattoo ink
was found at the loft...
and Scott and Derek aren't
saying anything to anyone, so...
I smell a cover-up.
It's good to have you back.
Okay, here goes nothing.
It's a good plan.
Thanks for all your help. Wish me luck.
You don't need it.
Thanks for coming.
I was surprised by your call.
After our last meeting,
I didn't think I'd hear from you again.
This time I came prepared.
My business proposal.
Small towns across the country
have revived their downtowns...
returning them to the social centers
they once were. They didn't do this...
by building cookie-cutter malls
or parking garages.
They did it by restoring the great
buildings that were already there...
turning them into cafes,
You want to turn the Talon
into a cafe/bookstore?
It could also be a venue
for local bands and arthouse movies.
I found out you can
register the building...
as a historic landmark,
which gives you certain tax benefits.
Just don't ask me to explain them.
Who's gonna manage it?
Nell said she'd be interested.
And I can train with her after school,
and try running it myself in the summers.
How'd you come up with this?
Something Clark said.
He told me you like to challenge people.
Well, you've definitely risen
to the challenge.
So it's a deal?
I need to look over
everything but, yeah...
- it's a deal.
I think this could be the start
of a very interesting partnership.