Smallville (2001–2011): Season 1, Episode 17 - Reaper - full transcript

While visiting his sick mother in the hospital, Tyler Randall is requested to commit euthanasia at her request. The nurse witness the attempt, and the security guard tries to arrest Tyler. He falls from the sixth floor and dies. When the pathologist removes a green stone from the meteor-rock bracelet from his wrist, Tyler returns to life, but he has a lethal touch, turning people to dust by mere touch. He decides to help terminal people to die, becoming "The Reaper". Tyler's path crosses with Clark's when he gets a job as a flower delivery person for invalid people on a 'good Samaritan' run that Clark is volunteering at, in which Tyler targets Whitney's father who's dying from a heart condition. Meanwhile, Lex gets a visit from Dominic Senatori, an associate of his father's, to investigate Lex's financial situation and learns about the investigation into Clark Kent, where he informs Jonathan about Lex's curiosity in Clark and his suspected 'abilities.' Also, Lex tries to help Clark mend fences with him and Jonathan, as well as try to set up Clark with Lana so Clark can have another chance with her, and so Lana can get over Whitney who grows more depressed over his father's worsening condition.


- I missed you.
- Missed you too, Mom.

Did you get my postcards?

I didn't think you'd come.

- I'm getting the doctor.
- Wait, Tyler.

I asked you to come home
for a reason.

I need you to help me.

I want you to help me die, Tyler.

Don't talk like that,
you're gonna get well.

I want to be buried back home,
in Smallville.

You have to be strong, Mom.

I can't fight this anymore.

If you love me, you'll do this for me.

I love you, Mom.

And I love you, Tyler.

Oh, my God, security!
Get me security now!

Get away from her!

- She was in pain!
- What's going on?

I think he killed her.

Let go! Let go! Let go!

Tyler Randall, male Caucasian.
Body has multiple fracture injuries...

consistent with a high fall
of more than 20 feet.

Subject's neck is broken
just below the axis.

What've we got here? Let's see.

Man, that's gotta hurt.

Subject has unknown rock fragment...

wedged between the brachioradialis
and the flexors of the right forearm.

Come on, come on.

Possibly the result of impact.

Okay, Tyler, let's take a look
under the hood.

♪ Smallville: "Reaper" ♪
Season 01 Episode 17

Well, here we are.

Clark, I'm only
asking for two hours!

I'm sorry to cut into your
busy social schedule.

It's not that. I don't mind helping
out for a good cause...

- it's just all these people are...
- Old and sick?

It's just hard
to deal with.

There's nothing we
can do to help them.

You're right, you can't save them
from old age and illness...

but that's not the point.
You're saving them from loneliness.

Don't forget the irises.

You excited about the big fishing trip
with your dad next weekend?

You didn't forget, did you?

How could I? We've been
going every year since I was 7.

Ten hours in a rowboat, swatting mosquitoes,
looking for ripples in the water.

- I thought you enjoyed fishing.
- I did when I was younger.

Well, if you don't want to go,
you need to tell him.

I don't want to
hurt his feelings.

He may not like it,
but he needs to know.

Martha, Clark, I'd like you to meet
Tyler Randall, new volunteer.

- I want you to show him the ropes.
- Hi.

Hank tells me you go the best
organic produce this side of Metropolis.

- You just made a friend for life.
- So, what brings you to Smallville?

I came back to make funeral
preparations. I recently lost my mother.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

Why don't we get to the deliveries?

We can start with Mrs. Sikes.
She'll be happy to see us.

- Her dog Pepper, on the other hand...
- Pepper's not so bad.

Hi, Pepper, hi! How are you today?
Pepper, this is Tyler.

Don't worry, she's probably hungry.

I'll get her something to eat.

A lot of our clients are elderly
and housebound, like Mrs. Sikes.

Good morning, Mrs. Sikes.
How are you feeling today?


- Is that Clark? He looks different.
- No, this is Tyler, our new driver.

Let me.

How about some lunch, Mrs. Sikes?

- What's wrong?
- It hurts.

- My pills, give me my, get my...
- Isn't there anything we can do for her?

I wish there were.

One of Mrs. Kent's beautiful irises.
For a beautiful lady.

Don't ever get old and sick, son.

The world got no use for you.

I'll tell you what.

I'll bring you another iris tomorrow.

I like roses. White ones.

White ones it is.

I like this one, Martha.

Your father's very disappointed
with you, Lex.

My father's disappointment is perennial,
only the circumstances change.

What do you want, Dominic?

An internal audit of your division has
turned up accounting irregularities.

And I've been authorized to come down
and go through it in a thorough manner.

So this is payback for turning down my
father's offer to join him in Metropolis.

Lionel has been very tolerant
of your excesses.

But this time you didn't spend
the money on parties and sports cars.

He wants to know where it went.

Do you know what my father gave me
for my 10th birthday?

A copy of The Will to Power.

"Behold the superman.
Man is something to be overcome."

Sun Tzu, Machiavelli, Nietzsche...

they were the voices that
nurtured me after my mother died.

My father made every question a quiz.
Every choice a test.

Second best was for losers.
Compassion, for the weak. Trust no one.

Those are the lessons I grew up with.

I'll remember that if I'm ever
interviewed by the Biography Channel.

All I'm saying, Dominic, is try
and remember who I was raised by.

I try to deny it,
but I'm still my father's son.

Tread carefully.

- Here you go.
- Thanks.

Looks like a real page-turner.

My father and I have
our annual fishing trip.

Of course you do. My father
and I went on a fishing trip once.

- He doesn't seem like the fishing type.
- He's not. We were the bait.

We flew to South Australia...

got up-close and personal
with a couple of great whites.

Sounds like a real Kodak moment.

When you're rich and
untouchable like him...

you do things to make
yourself feel alive.

Why'd you go?

Because he didn't think I would. We
never went on another father-son trip.

I wish my father would do something
other than fishing.

How about a football game?

I've got two tickets for the skybox at
the Metropolis Sharks game Sunday.

They're yours.

That'd be great. My father's followed
the team all season.

- I wouldn't even have to twist his arm.
- Problem solved.

Lana, what is it?

That was Whitney's mom,
his dad just had another heart attack.

Whoa, whoa!

It is not a good idea to sneak up on
somebody with an acetylene torch.

I'm sorry. My name's Dominic Senatori,
I work for Lionel Luthor.

I'm here following up on a research
project Lex Luthor recently instigated.

If you don't mind, I've got
a lot of work to do around here.

There was an incident involving your
son and Lex's Porsche and a bridge.

Lex has spent a considerable amount of
time and capital researching the crash...

and I was wondering
if you knew why.

Look, the truth is, Lex Luthor
was driving like a maniac.

His car went off the bridge
into the water...

my son jumped in, risked his life to
save him, that's the end of the story.

You wouldn't know why he
commissioned an in-depth profile...

into you and your family.

I have no idea.

Fair enough, Mr. Kent.
Thanks for your time.

Just out of curiosity, what were
Lex's findings on the crash?

Whitney, is that you?

It's Clark Kent, Mr. Fordman.


Well, where's Whitney?
I haven't seen my son yet.

Don't worry, he'll be here soon.

- Where is Whitney?
- I don't know.

His mom said he'd be here.

Clark, how's Whitney's dad?

- He's hanging in there.
- That's good.

- You remember this?
- It's my first fishing rod.

You used to practice casting
it out in the paddock all day.

- I remember.
- In fact...

I remember I used to have to pry it
out of your hands to get you to go to bed.

Dad, what would you say if we could
be sitting in the deluxe box...

next Sunday watching
the Metropolis Sharks?

I'd say the Milk River's
changed quite a bit.

Think about it.

No worms, no cold mornings,
no eating canned peaches.

Wait a minute. Did Lex Luthor
arrange all this for us?

Clark, this morning I had a surprise
visit from one of Lionel Luthor's people.

Did you know Lex Luthor was having us
investigated after the bridge accident?

Yeah, but Lex said that was all
in our past. He promised.

- You knew and you didn't tell me?
- Because I knew you'd react like this.

I thought we had an understanding.

How am I to protect you
if you won't give me the facts?

- I don't need protection.
- When it comes to your secret you do.

When you get older,
you'll understand my apprehension...

- about the Luthor family.
- Stop treating me like a kid.

I'm not 7 anymore,
I'm not casting lines in the paddock.

I don't even like fishing, the only reason
I do it is because it makes you happy!

That didn't come out right.

No, son, I think it did.



I brought you a white rose.

You've lived so long with pain. Sometimes
don't you wish it would just end?

Oh, yes.

I can't go on, not like this.

It'll all be over soon.

I promise.

Where's Dad?

He wanted to get an early start,
said he had a lot of work to do today.

He's avoiding me, isn't he?

I'm not gonna play referee.
You two need to work this out.

We will. First we'll have a week
of uncomfortable silence...

then we'll talk about something
trivial. And then we'll move on.

Avoiding it and hoping the problem
goes away isn't dealing with it.

- You know how stubborn he can be.
- I know how stubborn you both can be.

I don't want you to drift apart...

- like he did with his father.
- I thought they were close.

They were, but they kept things
from each other.

When your grandfather passed away...

there was a lot your dad didn't
get to tell him, a lot he regrets.

I just don't want to see
history repeat itself.

Chloe, I just got your note. I can't
believe it. I just saw Mrs. Sikes yesterday.

- I know. I'm sorry, Clark.
- What happened?

The official story is, there was a fire.
But all they found were her ashes.

- And the unofficial?
- Spontaneous combustion.

She thinks the old lady
just burst into flames.

"October 1978. Joyce Maslow was
dancing in Elizabeth, New Jersey...

when flames burst from her head
and back, enveloping her.

In seconds she was a human torch,
consumed before her horrified boyfriend."

- You don't have to look so happy.
- I'm not happy, I'm intrigued.

Which means you're still
gonna look into it.

- Am I that transparent?
- Yes.

Mr. Kent?

- Clark isn't here.
- Actually, I came to see you.

I was wondering if you're planning
on coming to the game next Sunday.

I'm going fishing, Lex,
I don't know what my son is doing.

- The tickets were meant as a gift.
- I'm sure your intentions were noble.

That's not fair. You don't understand
how I regard Clark and your family.

Yes I do, I understand perfectly well.

We're just the pawns in your eternal
chess game with your dad.

- Do you have a family photo?
- Yeah, I've got lots of family photos.

The only picture of my father and me
appears in the LuthorCorp annual report.

Is this the part where I'm supposed
to feel sorry for you?

No, I just want you to understand...

if I'm guilty of anything
regarding your family, it's envy.

If you're so envious of my family,
then why do you feel the need...

to investigate it behind my back?

I wanted to know what happened
the day of the accident.

I had a theory and it was false.
I was totally up-front with Clark about it.

That's what this is about.

- Clark wasn't up-front with you.
- He's a good kid.

- I don't want that to change.
- Neither do I.

You know...

from the day I first met Clark,
all you've ever seen is the name Luthor.

Well, so far you haven't given
me a reason to see anything else.

See that Kansas State game last week?

What are you doing here, Clark?
Lana send you?

I told her you'd see it coming
a mile away.

Hey, I'm not angry.

So, you've come to find out
why the heartless son...

hasn't gone by the hospital
to visit his dying father.

Something like that.

I remember how my dad used to say
how he'd be there the day...

I threw my first pass for the Sharks.

- He said it so often, I actually believed it.
- He still could.

My father was the strongest man
I ever knew.

He lettered in three sports at State.

When I see him there
in the hospital so weak...

it kills me because
that's not my father.

Whatever you do,
for a long time to come...

your father is gonna be there
to support you.

I'll only have a memory of my dad.

And I don't want that memory to be...

of that sick man laying there
in the hospital.

Now I get it.

It's just... I'd take the man over
the memory any day of the week.

Clark, I've been looking all over for you.
Look what I found in the Daily Planet.

- "Body Disappears From Morgue"?
- Yeah, but look at the photo.

The coroner's body
was disintegrated into ash.

Just like Mrs. Sikes.

I don't know, but it would be nice
to check out that house for ourselves.

You know this is a crime scene.


Well, there's no other sign
of fire damage anywhere.

You might want to dial back on that
"spontaneous combustion" skepticism.

- No barking.
- Wasn't planning on it.

- Pepper.
- Who's Pepper?

Mrs. Sikes' dog.

She turned into a barking
machine anytime somebody came over.

Pepper? Come here, girl.

Well, Animal Shelter probably
came and got her.

- Oh, no.
- Don't tell me that's Pepper.

What happened
may have been combustion...

but I have a feeling
it wasn't spontaneous.

- Well, afternoon, Martha.
- Hi.

I didn't know that you
were volunteering today.

Dropping off some produce,
didn't want it to go to waste.

- Let me give you a hand with that.
- I've got it. Just close that for me.

All right. I'll be in the office
if you need me.

Tyler! What are you doing here?

Here, let me help you with this.

Mrs. Sikes. That was you.

- Martha, you okay?
- Hank, call the Sheriff.

What's going on here?
Hold it right there.

Hank, no!


Get away from her.

Clark, don't touch him!

Clark, are you okay?

Son, your mom is... She's resting.

She's pretty shaken up but
I think she's gonna be fine.

Police are looking everywhere for Tyler.

- I don't think they're gonna stop him.
- Why?

Because I saw his heart.
It wasn't beating.

Clark, that doesn't make any sense.
How can he walk around if he's dead?

How can he turn people to ash?

When he touched my face, I felt like
the life was being drained out of me.

- Clark, you sure that you...
- Yeah.




Clark, I heard what happened
at Mobile Meals. Is your mom all right?

- Yeah.
- Can't believe Tyler would hurt anybody.

- He seemed so nice.
- If you run into him...

whatever you do,
don't let him touch you.

Long story, just trust me.

Whitney phoned. He wanted
to get together later and talk.

That's great.

I don't know what you said,
but thank you.

Gotta go.

Hi, Lana.

Clark, glad I ran into you. I need
to talk to you about the Sharks game.

- Is your dad coming?
- I'm not sure.

Funny. When I asked him,
he was pretty adamant he wasn't going.

I'm rescinding the offer.
Go fishing with your dad.

- Lex, you don't have to do that.
- I know.

But your dad wants
to spend some time with you.

It's not something
I want to come between.

He's just trying to give you
something my father never gave me.

- What's that?
- Limitations.

All my father ever told me was "Don't
get caught. Don't cause a scandal."

That's not love, that's public relations.

You have no idea how lucky you are.

When my father dies,
kings will come to his funeral.

But when yours does,
his friends will come.

Nell told me she saw
you come out here.


I just realized that in all the time
we've known each other...

- I've never been here before.
- It's okay, Whitney.

No, it's not.

It's just, the thought of losing
my parents was so awful...

I didn't want to think about it.

That's why you need
to talk to your father.

Go see him, Whitney. Make the best
of the time he has left.

Thanks, Lana.

I'm gonna go to the hospital.

- Do you want me to walk you home?
- Think I'm gonna stay.

Haven't been out here in a while.



It's all right, I won't hurt you.

I don't want to hurt anyone, Lana.
I only want to bring them peace.

I heard your friend talking.
His father must be in terrible pain.

I can help your friend.

Then there's the discrepancy between
the purchasing and shipping records.

Stop. I know my father authorized this,
but enough bean-counting for one day.

Thirty-year-old single malt.

Also bought with my father's money.
Make sure you jot that down.

Let's be frank, Dominic. My father
sent you here to spy on me because...

he's afraid of how well I'm doing.

This was my last chance to prove
myself and he just assumed I'd fail.

Now he has to revise
his definition of me.

I'm not just his screw-up son anymore.

Now I'm competition.

My father only knows one way
of dealing with competition.

There are some things better left
between patient and therapist, Lex.

You know, in ancient Persia...

the kings would kill a messenger who
brought them news they didn't like.

In modern times, a sword in the chest
might seem a little extreme...

something more subtle
would be in order.

Enjoying your drink?

That's disgusting.

I should have mentioned the "May not
be suitable for all ages" disclaimer.

- Your friend Tyler's been busy.
- What do you mean?

He tried to kill his mother, rose from
the dead, and escaped from the morgue.

My buddy Chad works weekends for the
M.E. He zip-filed the toxicology report.

Besides that fatal amount
of painkillers...

they found fragments of an unknown
green stone embedded in his skin.

Meteor rocks.

Then why aren't all Smallville's
dead bodies rising from the grave?

The combo of painkillers and meteor
rocks caused Tyler to pull a "Thriller."

Didn't you say Tyler
tried to kill his mother?

Tried and failed. His mother
recovered enough to be sent home.

- Clark, I just left Tyler in the graveyard.
- Are you okay?

He heard Whitney talking about his
father, he said he could bring him peace.

Did you call the police?

Where are you going?

Don't look at me,
he does that all the time.

- Dad?
- He can't hear you.

- Who are you?
- I've come to help your father. And you.

I can end your pain.

I know what you're feeling...

how much it hurts.

But I can make it all go away.

Tyler, don't!

I heard your friend, Clark. Seeing his
father like this is tearing him apart.

- I can give them peace.
- It's not your decision.

You're wrong. I have to help him.

You're not taking away their pain.

You're stealing Whitney's
last chance to be with his father.

You can't stop me, Clark.

No one can.

Don't you see?
It's better this way.

I know, I could see it
in my mother's eyes.

Your mother's alive.

She recovered after that
night in Metropolis.

They brought her
home to Smallville.

- I thought...
- She's alive, Tyler.

Let me take you to her.

It's a miracle.

It's life. As long as
we have that, there's still hope.

She seems so peaceful.

I thought that I was brought back
to relieve the suffering of others.

But it was my pain all along.

- What have I done?
- Tyler.

I just want it all to be over.


Interesting choice of location
for a meeting, Lex.

Why didn't you come up
to the penthouse?

I was making a garbage delivery,
I didn't want to tarnish the marble.

I'm not in the mood to joust, Lex.

I was hoping you'd
explain Dominic's visit.

My auditors discovered unaccounted
expenditures coming out of Smallville.

- I thought it prudent to investigate.
- Come on, Dad.

I've squandered more in a weekend. You
didn't sic your auditors on me then.

No, we're talking corporate finances,
Lex, not your pocket money.

It bothers you, doesn't it?

That I'm not dependent on you anymore.

That I've made friends in Smallville,
people I trust.

Don't be ridiculous, Lex.
I'm happy you're doing well.

No, you're not. You're afraid
I won't need you anymore.

You'll always be my son.

And you will always need me, Lex.

Aren't you going to ask about Dominic?

He hasn't checked in
for hours, has he?

Unusual for a man
of his predictable nature.

Go ahead...

pop the trunk.

Ah, Lex, what has he done,
what has he done?

You want to ask an accounting question,
Dad? Call me.

The next time one of your drones
bothers the Kents...

he'll be lucky to catch a ride
home with the spare.


Well done.

Now playing quarterback
for your Metropolis Sharks...

number 12, Whitney Fordman!

Down, set, hut!

Hut, hut, hut!


- You all right, Dad?
- Never better.

That's a really nice thing
you've done for the Fordmans.

Thanks, Mr. Kent.
That means a lot coming from you.

I just want you to know, I closed
the book on that day at the bridge.

Why'd you investigate it
in the first place?

That day was a miracle.

Haven't you ever wanted to find out
why things like that happen?


I just accept the fact that they do.

You don't need an explanation
for everything, Lex.

How did he get the Metropolis Sharks
to do it?

When your father owns the team,
it's easier to pull some strings.

It's strange, all this time
I never thought Lex even liked Whitney.

And then he goes and arranges all this.

I think Lex feels
he's become part of our lives.

I'd like to believe that.

You asked him, didn't you?

Being friends with Lex Luthor can be
complicated, but it has advantages.

- What was that for?
- Just being you.

- Dad, I'm sorry. What I said, it...
- Clark...

the fishing trips, they never
had anything to do with fishing.

It was just that I wanted
to spend some time with my son.

My dad and I, we saw each other
every day but we never really talked.

I just don't want history
to repeat itself.

That makes two of us.

Dad, I know how we can catch
more fish this year.

What, new lures?

X-ray vision.