Smallville (2001–2011): Season 7, Episode 17 - Sleeper - full transcript

Jimmy is approached by a shady government agent, named Vanessa Weber, who thinks that Chloe is part of a terrorist sleeper cell and wants him to spy on her. However, Chloe is helping Clark try to find the missing Kara while running the Isis Foundation while Lana is still comatose. Elsewhere, Lex travels to Switzerland to a bank to try to retrieve the contents in a safety deposit box hoping to seek answers to the identity of the Traveler.








-Jimmy, look at all of this.

Actually, I have to bail.
I'm late for a meeting.

You can't start your morning
without the Wholesome Olsen.

"Wholesome Olsen"?

Egg white omelet, multigrain pancakes,
and something that looks like butter...

...but somehow isn't.


Come on, you can't reheat this stuff.

It's never as good
the second time around.

It isn't, is it?

I'm-- I' m sorry
I was so late coming home last night.


...I'm not trying to start
any wildfires here.

It's just that--

You know, I've been trying really hard
to put the spark back in our relationship.

You don't think I've been trying.

Look, Jimmy, I think it's just gonna take
a little bit of time... breathe the embers back to life.
-We could do a cartwheel...

...through a fountain of gasoline
and come out perfectly fine.

Are you not feeling this anymore?

Jimmy...'s just that after what happened
to Lana...

...I've had to help out
with the Isis Foundation.

I've been sunk knee-deep
in the meteor-infected...

...and between
contacting Lana's clients...

...and moving my stuff into the office,
I just--

Look, I' ll take you to lunch today, okay?

I'll make it up to you. I promise.







-What's with all these boxes?
-Now that I'm house-sitting Isis...

...Oliver thought it'd make a perfect bunker
to store his troops' equipment.

Having a gang of superheroes
is great in theory...

...but no one ever considers
the shipping costs.

Were you able to get the Veritas keys
from Lex?

I spent all night with Lana.

I know you wanna be with her...

...whatever Lex opens with those keys
will give him the power to control you.

The only thing important right now
is Lana.

Right, but if Lex knows
that you're the Traveler, game over.

There's no saving Lana.

There's no saving the day.
Hello, apocalypse.

I don't care about Lex.

Clark, Lana's still alive.
We're not giving up on her.

Then why haven't we found Brainiac?

If you think that breaking national security
laws is my idea of a good time....


I'm sorry, Chloe. I know you care
about Lana just as much as I do.

We're just running out of ground
to cover.

Maybe we need to look to the sky.

What about a satellite?
Like, NASA caliber.

Kara and Brainiac,
when they left the Daily Planet...

...there might be a satellite
that picked up their trail.

It is possible that the velocity of their flight
created some sort of ionic displacement... the outer atmosphere.

But hacking into government satellites
is light-years out of my league.

You can do it.

Maybe it's time for me to step up
to the majors.

Thanks, Chloe.

I wouldn't ask if it wasn't our last hope.

While I'm trying to access outer space
with an Intel processor...

...I think maybe you could contend with
the cosmos using the old -fashioned ways.

Dr. Swann intercepted
Jor-El's transmissions from Krypton.

Now, it's possible he sent something
about Brainiac.

I think it's time to sweep the dust off
of Dr. Swann's journal.


Please, ladies first.

I knew there were a few real gentlemen left
in this town.

Nice guy, nice hands.





...perfect for hacking
the NSA mainframe.

Excuse me?

Special Agent Vanessa Webber,
Department of Domestic Security.

I've been watching you.

Do what exactly ?

A few months ago... infiltrated
a classified government firewall : Starhawk.

Ring any bells?

Took us some time, but we traced
the federal offense to your computer.

Lady, that wasn't me. It was--

I'm not your James Bond.

I went to a Halloween party
as James Bond.

-Everyone thought I was the ma?tre d'.
-Relax, 007.

You're not our target. She is.

We believe that your girlfriend
is working for a terrorist sleeper cell.

JIMMY: I know the feds like to throw
the T-word around willy-nilly...

...but trust me,
Chloe, she's not dangerous.

Never starts as dangerous.

Starts as long hours at work...

...a few missed dates.

Then there's those mysterious
phone calls.

She's compromised government-run
power grids, cellular towers, DMV records--

Why are you talking to me?
Why don't you just ask her?

If she knows we're onto her,
we'll never know her endgame.

You have the one thing that we don't.

Her trust.

And unless you want to write love letters
from the federal pen...'s up to you to figure out
what it is she's after...

...and tell us before she pulls the trigger.

Trust me.

You're gonna need this.


Chloe Sullivan is not
who she says she is.

Hey. Lunch, right. Ah.

Today is so not my day
for remembering to eat.

It's no biggie. You probably just didn't
get the reminder text...

-...that I sent.
-Ah, my phone's been on silent.

Look, Jimmy, I'm sorry I've been
so blindsided by this career shift...

...and unpacking my entire life.

Well , that would explain
all the late nights.

Why didn't you say so?
I'm a pro with foam peanu--

No, no!



Just moving into Lana's office
is kind of a private thing.


I'm starting to sense that.


Sorry, I gotta take this.

JIMMY: I heard that text loud and clear.
My ears are practically ringing over here.


It's my building manager.

He wants to talk to me about the rent.

Right now, actually.

-And this can't wait till after lunch?
-No, I'm sorry, Jimmy.

I gotta run.



Take my suitcase to the limo.
I'll be down shortly.

I'm afraid there's a problem
with your travel plans.

If it's weather, we'll power through it.

Zeus' right hand couldn't muster a storm
that would keep me from Zurich.

It's not the gods I'm worried about, sir.

It's the government.

What are you talking about?

All the FAA will tell me
is that you've been red-flagged.

I ran it up to the highest level.

Then aim higher.





See, Miss Domestic Security?
There's nothing here.


What are you up to, Chloe?


I came as soon as I got your message.
What's going on?

-You need to read this.
-Clark, I can't read Kryptonian.

-What am I looking at?
-That page wasn't there before.

Okay, this entry didn't just magically
Rita Skeeter itself into Swann's journal.

Look, I know it sounds crazy...

...but these are the only transmissions
Jor-El sent to Earth before I got here.

There's no way I missed a single page.

Trust me, it wasn't there till now.

You realize your greatest superpower is
your ability to win me over with one look... matter how ridiculous you sound,

-Can you translate it?

Even Swann said these transmissions
were distorted and incomplete.

Okay, Clark. Now, that look kills me.

This transmission says,
"Save Lana at Fortress."


As in Lang? That's impossible.

I mean, that passage
was written in 1989.

Lana would have been barely 3.

Why would Jor-El send an SOS out
for her?

I think it's time I ask him myself.

Wait a minute, Clark.
This could be a trick.

Your birth father tried to turn you
into a popsicle... you'd outlive everyone on Earth.

He's not exactly your best ally
right now.

Next time I hold Lana's hand...

...I wanna tell her I did everything
I could to save her.

If that means going up against Jor-El ,
then so be it.

Hey, C.K.

Jimmy, listen, I was just on my way out.

Yeah, I had to stop twice for directions
to get here, half a tank of gas...

...but it's not important. It can wait.

No. What's going on?


I wouldn't come to you
if I didn't think that you could help.

I have this...

...friend who's keeping this really,
really big secret.

I mean, it's kind of humongous.

How did you find out about this secret?

Well , I can't say
that I wasn't a little suspicious.

It's hard to be around someone with skills
like this and not think that something's up.

So I did a little digging.

And what I found, C.K.,
to be honest with you...'s freaking me out.

I don't know where you get
your information, but I can explain.

That a person that I thought I knew
isn't who she says she is.


I mean, name me one good reason to lie to
somebody that you supposedly care about.

To protect them.

Look at the relationship you have
with this friend.

Do you really need to know everything
about her?

Or is knowing what's truly in her heart
enough to know you can trust her?

Jor-El !

Jor-El , you mentioned Lana
in your last transmission.


Tell me how to save her.



Please help me.

Jor-El , what have you done to Kara?

Why are you doing this?


Kara, I can't hear you!

I sent the transmission.

Help me. Help me save you, Kal-El.

Brainiac wants to kill you.

Where are you?

I went back.


I'm on--

I'm on Krypton.







Definitely not.

All right, let's see if we can find
another way into this building.

Oh, the Ace of Clubs.



Hey, Clark, I know that being
in the Fortress...

...means you're technically out
of cell phone range...

...but I found a satellite
that has a possible read on Brainiac.

Now, it's connected to the city satellite
center, so I can't hack in...

...but I do, however,
think I found another way in.




Oh, my God.

Who's playing Big Brother on me?


Why are you spying on me?

Hey, Chloe.

I think I really screwed up.

Big time.

-Can you call me back?
-You don't wanna do that.

Breathe a word to Chloe... are both facing charges
of federal treason.

I searched Chloe's office.

-There's nothing suspicious going on.
-Drop it.

The spyware that you installed in Chloe's
office traced her recent computer activity.

She has a plan,
and it's going down tonight.

-This can't be happening.
-I need you to man up right now.

Any minute, I'm guessing, Chloe's going to
invite you to a bar called the Ace of Clubs.

She'd be too conspicuous
to show up on her own.

Wear it. There's a fiber-optic camera
inside so I can keep an eye on you.

So we can watch my girlfriend drink
cosmos till she finds her inner Shakira?

It's a secure building.
The club is her only way in.

Watch her like a hawk.

Find out what her target is
and get it before she does.


Piece of cake.


You look beautiful, by the way.

Thanks, handsome.

I have to admit I'm surprised
you could pencil in an event like this...

-...with being so busy and all.
-I know.

And aren't we lucky you were able
to find a tux to rent on such short notice?


Um, would you mind getting me a drink?

Sure, no problem.


-Yeah? Yeah.
-Two glasses of champagne.

Here you go.


Here you go.

Thank you.


-May I have this dance?
-Actually, I don't tango.

Maybe the Olsen?s not quite
so wholesome after all.

I'm just getting started.






Shoot, I forgot to give the valet the keys.

I'll be right back.
Just wait here, okay?

Take as much time as you need.












Found it.


Up with a twist?

You're drinking alone tonight.


What the hell is this?

Whatever Chloe was after,
I got to it before she did.

This is a list of employee health benefits.


That's impossible.

Oh, let me guess.
Twentieth floor, retinal-scan briefcase?

She's better than I thought.

That briefcase
is the daily mainframe backup.

She just happened to lure you
to the most useless file on the drive.

-You blew it.

-Now I'm taking over my way.

If Chloe trusted you as much as you
seem to trust her, she wouldn't get hurt.

Prison might actually do
your relationship some good.



Oh, my God.

Chloe Sullivan, you're under arrest.

Chloe will never talk. You know that?

I wouldn't worry.

Agent Webber always leaves a few teeth.



Who are you working for?

I'm not a terrorist, okay?

I'm one of the good guys.

Good guys put their country
before themselves.

Who's your network contact?


I don't have one.



Why did you access power grids...

...exactly where there just happened
to be unexplained energy surges?

Must be a plan behind it all.

Did you really think
it would all go unnoticed?


Don't even think about passing out.

Give me the Taser.

Thought you could get away with it all ?

Haven't you figured it out yet?

I'm not gonna tell you anything.

You need to make a choice right now.

What's more important?

The secret or your life?



Turn this off.





Is that man enough for you?

-Chloe, hey, it's me.

You're still here.

-Let me take you to the hospital.
-I'm fine, really.

Chloe, you almost died.
I think I deserve an explanation.

-Preferably the truth this time.
-The truth?

Why don't you just look at your files,
or should I say my files?

-You stole from me, Jimmy.
-Yeah, after being coerced by the feds.

Did you really think
that I was a government agent?

Did you really think I was a terrorist spy?

She didn't give me any choice.

Besides, what was I supposed to think?

You were sitting on enough classified
information to start a nuclear war.

Jimmy, yeah, that was my plan...

...nuke the whole thing
and start over again.

Are you kidding me?

Why didn't you just come to me
like a normal boyfriend?

A normal boyfriend doesn't get lied to
by the girl that he thinks he's in love with.

All right, fine, I lied.

Is that what you wanna hear, Jimmy?
I'm sorry.

Is this the point where the sad song
comes on and we break up all over again?

Because I'm not gonna make it
that easy this time.

The feds are gonna find us
any moment...

...then I' ll spend my life
making license plates... you may as well just fire away.

Ask me whatever you want.

Do you want that more
than you want Clark?


By the way... one's coming after us.
I'm taking care of that.


You have your secrets, and I have mine.


Mr. Luthor.

Your box.



You aren't one of them.

The guy wanted me dead. Find out
who he is and see if he's connected... whatever I'm dealing with
in Quebec.



Mr. Olsen...

...I was expecting you.

I take it Chloe doesn't know
how desperate you are.

I mean, she would never let a friend crawl
across burning coals for my help.

You're a Luthor, build
and burn political ladders for sport.

What--? What I mean is that, uh--

You have pull with these people.

I thought that maybe a string here
or a handshake there--

You can stop now.

I cleared Chloe's name...

...from that suspiciously high-ranking
government arrest warrant.

Special Agent Webber has decided
to drop her investigation.


Uh, thank you.


...there's not that many people
eating lunch on Lex Luthor's dime.

Why are you helping me?

No catch.

You see, Jimmy... light of recent events, I' d like to think
of my employees as my new family.

Families help each other.

And I know if I ever needed
something from you...'d be more than willing
to be there for me.


So Kara's trying to contact you
via the Fortress from Krypton?

-I know--
-Wait, Krypton is the planet that exploded.

It sounds crazy.
Jor-El must have done something to her.

Kara left with Brainiac.

-What does Jor-El have to do with this?
-I don't know.

But how else could her message
come through the Fortress?

Clark, have you considered the possibility
that Kara really is on Krypton...

...and it's just a different time zone?

Like, the past.

You mean like time travel.

Check this out.

I followed the trajectory of two blurs
that started from the Daily Planet roof.

Now, it has to be Kara and Brainiac.

What if the vortex
that they're flying through... some kind of intergalactic
time portal?

I mean, look at this.

-Looks like a red star.
-Right, next to it is a dot.

Which could be a planet. Krypton.

This picture was taken seconds later.
The vortex is closed, the red star is gone.

It's possible.

You're saying Kara's actually on Krypton?

Well , Krypton 1989...

...give or take a few light-years.

That explains how her message mysteriously
appeared in Swann's journal.

She sent it to him,
hoping that I' d read it.

It sounds more like a Hail Mary pass.

Clark, if she sent those messages
to Swann and the Fortress...

...that means Kara's desperate
to get your attention.

When I was in the Fortress, Kara warned
me that Brainiac was trying to kill me.

She meant the version of me
on Krypton 20 years ago.

When you were a baby.

Clark, if you are in trouble on Krypton,
you better find a way to get there soon or--

I'll have never existed.

Looks like it's finally time
for Kal-El to go home.