Smallville (2001–2011): Season 7, Episode 9 - Gemini - full transcript

As Christmas draws near, Lois receives a call from an anonymous man claiming that Chloe is attached to a bomb, and the only way he won't let it blow is if she reports the truth of Lex's ...

Anyway, what was I saying?

So you did bring me in here to work.

Right, work.

You need to stop blabbering to the world
that I'm writing the Lex Luthor expos?.

It's the biggest story of the year.

I-- I just thought we agreed
that our dating life would be off the record.

We're hiding in a storage closet.

What more do you want from me?

It didn't cross your mind
that inquiring minds might wonder...

...why a rookie basement dweller
is writing this story?

It has nothing to do with us.

Well , if I'm gonna keep our--

This a secret, I need to make sure...

...that the only part of my body
earning me stories is my reporter's nose.

I didn't give you the story.

Lex requested you.


Clark, hi.

It's your daily freak-out call .

Seriously , two weeks with no callback,
what's going on?

Lana said you smoothed everything out
before you went to the Fortress.

I'm tired of lying about you
being in Minnesota.

I'm getting really angry or really scared.

Hey, was that Clark?

He said that he'd fix our satellite
two weeks ago.

It still looks like Jack Frost
puked all over the TV.

Yeah, he's still in Minnesota
spending the holidays with Kara.

Well , when he returns
from those 10 ,000 frozen lakes...

...I would really like my Daily Show back.

In the meantime, happy holidays.

I had the print shop compile all my research
on LuthorCorp, so there you go.

A hundred and one ways
to make Lex Luthor squirm.

Thanks, coz.
You're actually my first legitimate source.

Thank me for convincing you
to break it off with Grant.

Now no one can say you didn't
land this one fair and square.


Did anyone lose their phone?


You've been ignoring me.

You got the wrong person here.
It's not my phone.

I know, but it's not easy
getting your attention, Lane.

You erased my e-mails .
You tossed my letters.

I'm trying to help you bring down
Lex Luthor.

Ah, hey, I appreciate that, but when
it comes to LuthorCorp conspiracies...

...a lot gets tossed in the crazy bin.

See if this gets me
to the top of the pile , Lane.

There's a bomb on your cousin.

If you try to get hel ..

...if you so much as whisper
a single word to anyone...

...Chloe dies.

Do I have your attention now?


When I suggested a dinner meeting, I was
hoping to consume calories, not burn them.

Technically, I should be stringing popcorn
at a Suicide Slums nursing home...

...but then I wouldn't have the pleasure
of beating you.

In that case, I'm afraid you've traded
one business event for another.

I want you to ask someone else
to write your expos?.

Lois has a mysterious way of diving for
a penny and coming up with the Holy Grail.

I appreciate your brotherly concern
but I don't have anything to hide.

Well , that's certainly
a cavalier approach... a murder accusation
and a public divorce.

Lois knows what she wants, Lex.

She'll get to you.

Or more importantly , get to you.

For someone who claims
to have broken it off with her... certainly sound concerned
by what she uncovers.

I'm not the one Lois has
a vendetta against.

I thought she would have learned
by now.

I always find a way to win in the end.

Slow down, Adrian.

I'm not exactly Mozart on the keyboard.

I got everything up to you being
an escaped clone from the LuthorCorp.

With a body aging on overdrive.

I'll be dead any day now.

You'd think Lex Luthor would have
kinks like that worked out.

I know, it sounds crazy,
but you need to believe me.

It doesn't matter what I believe.
I am printing this to protect my cousin.

Take it from a fellow Lex hater...

...the Planet won't print anything
without proof.

Just write the story.

In a couple of hours, every newspaper
in the country will be begging for it.

Come on.



You don't think I covered my bases?

Don't try anything cute.

Yeah, I wanna send a photographer....



Are you nuts? What are you doing?

I saw you staring at me.

Yeah? So? You're a babe.

Great. You're a terrorist and a pervert.

Deactivate the bomb.

Whoa, whoa. Bomb? What bomb?

Very funny.



Office America, how may I help you?

Oh, crap.

What the hell's going on?


I am so sorry.
I thought you were someone else.

You need some serious help , lady.

I'm getting security.


Pull yourself together, Lois.

Hey, man. I told you I was sorry.




I told you to shut your mouth.

Now, you're gonna walk out
and finish the story like nothing happened.

I'll clean up your mess.

You killed him.

And next time, it'll be Chloe.



Oh, my God.

You had me so worried.

Were you in your Fortress
this entire time?

Time is so different there.
I didn't realize how long I was gone for.

Did you find Kara?

There was nothing I could do.

I think it's time I accept the fact
that she's gone and move on.

Kind of a tall order these days.

Well , I'm back and you're here.

That's what matters now.

Clark, as much as I have missed you, I- -

I think maybe being apart
was good for us.

I had some time to think,
to evaluate my priorities.

I'm dropping my fixation on Lex
and all of his projects.

I had some time
to do some thinking myself .

I may know a way for us to get back
on the same page.

I need you to show me everything
you have on Lex.

We'll get him together.

This isn't exactly hot chocolate
on the boardwalk .

What are we doing here?

What I drove you to do.

If this is some attempt at a guilt trip...

...I haven't been watching Lex for weeks.

Lana, it's time I face what I did to you.

What you did?

What I didn't do.

Let you open up
about how much Lex hurt you.

I wanted you to just move on,
forget it ever happened, but you couldn't.

So you hid your feelings
and you hid your research.

You must have known I felt responsible for
everything Lex did while you were with him.

Everything he did to you
while you were protecting me.

Lex is the villain here, not you.

I know, that's what I'm saying.

Lex needs to be put behind bars, Lana.

You were right.

I think you hold the key.


Or what's left of it.

That vial, I must have destroyed it
when I wrecked Lex's lab.

Before you showed up, he was talking
about some alien invasion.

Do you think that this has something
to do with it?

Lana, if this is alien technology,
you didn't destroy it.

Lana, what is it?

If you really want to partner with me
on this...

...then I think it's time you see everything
that I found on Project Scion.

Any outgoing?

Yeah, right here.

Come on, lady.

Oh, thanks.

Hey, so good news.
Clark is back from the Twin Cities... I'm just gonna drop off my rewrite
and head over and say hello.


Great, cool.

So I'll , uh, send him your warmest?

I'm sorry, I'm just busy prepping
the interview.

-You sure everything's all right?
-Yeah, just peachy.

See you later.

If we're taking Lex head-on,
there's no point in sugarcoating it.

I think Scion might be more alive
than we thought.

Lex doesn't know you found it?

Not so much an "it" as a "her."

While you were gone, Casey Brock,
a LuthorCorp lab tech working on Scion...

...was found half -conscious in an alley.

She was exhibiting
random incoherent speech patterns...

...and was suffering
from toxic levels of metal poisoning.

So you had her quarantined.

What other choice did I have?

When I heard about Casey's symptoms...

...I had my contacts at the Isis Foundation
have her transferred down here.

So this-- This isn't exactly official.

It is extreme.

But if she had something to do
with Scion...

...I couldn't have other patients exposed
to whatever was in her bloodstream.

What do you mean "was"?

Overnight, the metal content in her body
dropped dramatically.

My team could find hardly any trace
of zinc, magnesium or iron.

So whatever it was siphoned
her body's natural minerals and moved on.


She's been doing that
since she was admitted.

No one understands what she's saying.

I'm not surprised.

She's speaking Kryptonian.

-Oh, uh....

You know what,
I'll just grab the next one.

Don't be ridiculous,
there's plenty of room.

Yeah, you know, the thing is
is that I'm going the other way.

We're in the basement.

Travel options are kind of limited.

Oh. Right.


-You going to the Christmas party later?

I think I'm gonna pull my Scrooge card
on this one and stay home.

I heard Susan from HR
is bringing mistletoe tonight.

I know. I'm all about
the amusement factor.

If I remember correctly ,
there was mistletoe last year.

Didn't seem to stop you.

Yeah, well , that was different.
I mean, I already had my sights set on...

Oh, my God.



We're stuck.

With a bomb.


Any civil servant....

Gotta say, much cuter in person.


Draw attention to yourself ...

...and I'll decorate that elevator
with your cousin.

Where's my story?

Now, I haven't read C-4 for Dummies...

...but I'm guessing that if we're babysitting
a bomb, it'll be somewhere in this pile .

-This is, uh--
-Not supposed to be in there.

Jimmy, I seriously doubt
my Secret Santa planted a--

Oh, wow.

I have the worst Secret Santa ever.

It's all in there.

"LuthorCorp's First Functioning Clone."

Something tells me you wouldn't go this far
if it weren't the truth.

My body won't hold out much longer.

I'll be dead by Christmas.

You celebrate Christmas, Lane?


We used to send out
the Christmas portrait every year.

Me in an ugly sweater.

My mom with her fake smile .

My dad...

...missing his football game.

Then you must know how it feels
when one of them is in danger.


You'd think.

After I escaped from LuthorCorp,
I went looking for them.

My parents, my Christmas memories.

It's all a fiction some scientist
downloaded into my brain.

Yet I remember them like they're real.

And come tomorrow morning's early edition,
the world will know what Lex did to you.

Now, please, let my cousin go.

The deal was I write the story,
you give me Chloe.

Not quite.

You need to force Lex
to confess what he's done.

Don't make me remind you
what's at stake.

If you can hear me,
we're in the center elevator... the Daily Planet with a bomb.

-Hurry please, Clark.

-Whoa! Ah!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

You waste your one phone call on Clark?

I didn't realize we had so few flares.

Regardless, you call Clark
before you dial 911 ?

What's he gonna do?
Dismantle the bomb with his hair?

Lois snuck me a note
which means that she's under surveillance... whoever's orchestrating this.

Now, how would it look if a SWAT parade
trampled through the bullpen?

Smile at the nice people .

See, no one suspects a thing.

You have your bag?


My finger is on the detonator.

No confession, your cousin dies.
Try to warn them, your cousin dies.

Let's go see the boss.

CLARK: Everything Casey has been rambling
turns out to be a hex code.

-A pattern of Kryptonian zeroes and ones.

Chloe once used a program to find a pattern
in Kryptonian symbols Lionel was scribbling.

Maybe she can translate this one.

Not if she's not here.

Here she is.

Right on time.

Mr. Luthor, you know Lois Lane.

Well , it certainly has been a while ,
hasn't it?

I haven't seen Ms. Lane since I caught her
breaking into my office.

Yeah, long time.

-Shall we?

Big story. Ahem. Exciting.

Maybe you should
just ask your questions.

Right, questions.

Ask him about Project Gemini.

Mr. Luthor, perhaps we could start
by discussing Project Gemini.

Excuse me?

My sources tell me you run
some kind of an ant farm...

...except instead of ants, it's humans...

-...and instead of a farm, it's a lab.

Not that you're renowned
for your eloquence, Lois...

...but I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Human cloning.

The replication of a DNA sequence...

...produced from
a single identical ancestor.

My mistake.

I didn't realize you'd be pitching me
a Hollywood movie.

Is this how you run your paper,
Mr. Gabriel?

Tell him who he's talking to.

Adrian sends his best.

Should that name mean something?

Now, reach in your briefcase.

Oh, my God.

Aim it at Grant and get the truth.

It's time for the truth, Lex.

Lie again...

...Grant Gabriel dies.

Lois, put down the gun.

Just answer the question.

-Lane, what the hell are you doing?
-Getting the truth.

Lex, there's no time.

Why does Adrian have a memory
for a life that doesn't exist?

I don't know who Adrian is.

Well , I wrote a story.

He grew up outside Philly.

Played point guard for Homestead High.

Got his first job on the obituary beat
at the Liberty Times.

That is where he first got noticed
as the editor in Alaska.

First in sports, then--


What are you doing?

Someone was pulling her strings.

I took her out of the equation.

So she wouldn't hear the truth?

Those were my memories, Lex.

You're the editor of a major newspaper.

That information is everywhere.

ADRIAN: What about the time my mom
got me a red-and-green dirt bike...

...for my seventh birthday?

I rode that thing everywhere.

-Thought I could pedal- -
-Until the chain wore out.

That's the one.

I saw your picture in the paper
and realized we had a lot in common.

-Who the hell are you?
-Lex, let him talk .

How do you have my memories?

Because Lex made me.

And when I didn't work...

...he made you.

What's he talking about, Lex?

Congratulations, Grant.
You're the perfect clone.

He's insane.

You're me?

Same DNA.

Same back story.

The only difference is that you worked
and I didn't.

Lionel giving me up for adoption.

-My Harvard degree.
-Harvard degree.

-The paper.
-The paper.

It's all lies.

Am I even your brother?


Who died when Lex was 1 2.

You created me in a test tube...

...kept me like some pet,
so you could have a brother?

-Is that why you couldn't get rid of me?
-You're not my brother!

You're a mistake.




Oh, my God.

-Help ! Help !
-Help ! Help us! Help !

JIMMY: Help us! Help !
CHLOE: Help ! Help !

It's no use. If someone could've heard us,
they would've by now.

Jimmy, I don't think
we're gonna make it.


I'm not gonna cart my baggage
through the afterlife.

There's something I have to share
with you.

Though I always imagined this
playing out to a Kelly Clarkson song...

...not some "Jingle Bells" Muzak.

-Chloe, time is sort of the essence here.
-Right, okay.

I didn't pull away from our relationship...

...because there was
anything wrong with us.

I mean, we were--
Well , at least, you were perfect.

It was just me. I'm-- I'm different.

I'm a meteor freak.

Some feedback would be awesome
right now.


If we're going out with no regrets.

Straight to her voice mail.

Oh, my God. Clark, look at this.





Move it, Holy field .

I need to find Chloe.

Security just pulled her from the elevator.

Unfortunately , your puppeteer, Adrian,
managed to escape.

What about Grant?

He went to find you a medic,
but I see you bounced back just fine.

Wish I could say the same thing
about your career.

After the little ditty Adrian inspired...

...I'm exposing your morbid science fair
to the world .


With what evidence?

The word of some Belle Reve runaway?

Look, not that it matters,
but you're no longer writing my expos?.


You'll have to take that up with my boss.

I am your boss.

Merry Christmas, Lois.

I just bought the Daily Planet.

If you wanna split early ,
I think today qualifies as on-the-job stress.

I was just finishing up.

But I'm glad you're here, actually.

About the kiss in the elevator.

I do this thing
when I think the world is ending.

And I grab the first guy I see...

...and sort of end up in a lip lock.


Yeah, me too.

I mean, girl, not guy. Obviously .

And obviously , there's Kara.


But this wasn't about her.

Chloe, more than goodbye was said
in that elevator.

I just-- I wish it didn't take
a near-death experience...

...for you to feel comfortable
telling me the truth.

I know. Trust me, Jimmy.

I've been struggling to tell you
about my meteor infection for so long.

What did I do to make you think that
I wouldn't accept you?

Nothing. I mean,
I guess I always knew that you would , it--

The real battle was accepting myself .

I hope this means that you have.


...can I assume that
that special ability has to do...

...with that super-sized brain
inside your head?

No. My nerd is all natural.

Oh, my God.

Can you fly ?

Here, Jimmy.

Just watch.

I didn't really think--

Where were you in ninth-grade rugby?

Believe me, no golden trophy
is worth these side effects.

-You okay?
-Yeah, I'm fine.

Can you just promise me...

...that we'll keep this between me,
you and my Neosporin?

I promise.

You're still the same Chloe.


The last of the acquisition documents.

Come midnight, the paper's yours.

Give me the names and bios
of everyone on staff.

It's time to get rid of our deadwood.


Congratulations on the Daily Planet.


One more piece of my life you can control,
starting with my creation.

I can't believe you let that lunatic
sneak his ideas into your head.

You're my brother.

No, Lex.

I'm an experiment.

Beneath all that arrogance,
your cracks are starting to show.

Did you really think
you could keep this a secret?

Or are you so desperate
to mean something to someone... was worth the risk?

You can't punish me
for wanting a family .

How am I supposed to feel?

Being the product of a man who's
destroyed everything he's ever touched.


You're different, Julian.

If I didn't love you,
you wouldn't be here.

I'm living proof
you've forgotten how to love.

But if you wanna play God... might wanna remember
his greatest gift.

Free will .

Let me live my life.


Oh, great. I'm fired, aren't I?

Well , luckily , I just finished putting
the bells and whistles on my r?sum?.

I would hire me in a second.

Lois, you're not fired.

Lex actually asks that you specifically
remain on the team.

Me? Great.

Can't wait to watch him dull
his shredder with my stories.

You wanna bury the truth,
buy the media.

But the fact that you showed up
on my doorstep...

...means somebody's ready
to spread good news.

Does this house call
mean we're coming out?

Actually, it means we're breaking up.


Today was just an example
of why it's not a good idea...

...for us to be together
and work together.

It's too complicated.

And I didn't even drag you to all the places
I usually ruin a relationship.

Well , when you do decide
to take that trip...

...he's a lucky guy.

Whoever he is, we sure as hell
aren't gonna work together.

So how are we gonna liquidate?

You'll take the elevator
and I'll take the stairs?

Don't be ridiculous, Lane.

I'll take the stairs.


I had to rev my geek into fifth
in order to crack that hex code.

Just think of it as a thank-you...

...for channeling your
inner Bruce Willis yesterday.

I'm sorry it took till the last second
for me to get there.

I don't know where I'd be without you.


Did I mention that I missed you?

So this pattern, it made sense?

Well , to me, not so much.
But to a computer, it's scripture.

The numbers represent an
error message...

...that high-tech systems encounter
when they can't boot up.

And it's repeating because
a computer keeps trying to start.

Exactly .

I think the sequence is learning
from its mistakes...

...and getting closer
to successfully loading.

That's not my favorite look.

Chloe, this started as metallic fluid
inside a vial.

It's now evolved
into technology that's willing to kill .

It's the Brain InterActive Construct.

Clark, you think that this is Milton Fine?

But you turned off General Zod's PDA...

...after he spread that computer virus
across the world .

If any part of him was left behind
to regenerate...

...then Fine can be out there.


Chloe, hey.

-I didn't know that you were--
-Just leaving.

Do you wanna stay?
I kind of overloaded on Danishes.

No, thanks.

Lois is actually
taking me out for breakfast.

She's deemed it National Chloe Sullivan Day
or something.

I'll call you.

-What's the occasion?
-Your safe return from the Fortress.

Christmas came early this year.

I've missed that smile .

Me too.

To be honest, Clark,
after everything I shared yesterday...

...I was worried that I'd scare you away.

But I've never felt closer.

I realized something when I was gone.

That feelings, good or bad,
they don't just disappear.

No matter who you are.

Are we still talking about Lex?

I'm talking about us.

Yesterday, when I saw you... was like I fell in love with you
all over again.