Superman and Lois (2021–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - Haywire - full transcript

While sitting in the stands at the high school football game, Lois and Chrissy spot fish out of water Morgan Edge conversing with Mayor Dean and Kyle Kushing, and the two see right through this insincere move to try to win over the town. Meanwhile, Clark agrees to help Lois out at a town hall meeting, but things get tense when he finds himself pulled in two different directions. Lastly, Jonathan is having mixed emotions about Jordan's newfound status.

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Previously on
Superman & Lois...

Let's just focus on
what we came here for. Family.

You've had
an ocular release of energy.

He almost hurt a bunch of kids.

My dad said
it was just a methane pocket.

Tag Harris broke his arm.

Is that your brother?

I hear Jordan's quite the football star.

That's what I'm talking about!

I am not going to let
Morgan Edge destroy this town.

This is one of the reasons
I was supposed to come to Smallville.



- He's going to crush you.
- Let him try.

You know what he is capable of.
Help me save your planet, Sam.

Maintain your course.

Ready.

On my mark.

Brake.

Now the Resurrection begins.

Yeah!

Yes, sir. Whoo, go, Crows!

Hey, I've been telling everybody

that when this proposal goes through
that we can revamp the field.

You know, put up a new scoreboard.

I mean, draw the big crowds
like when I used to play.

Yeah.



Oh, another fun fact
about these grandstands.

They've been around since, what, '48?

- Something like that?
- I think so, yeah.

That cheer coach is my wife.

Lana.

Yeah. She also works at your bank.

Big fan of all the changes you made,
by the way.

- She's an employee of mine?
- Yeah, sir.

Then I insist you join us for dinner.

That's not a bad idea.

He's got a lot of nerve coming here.
After totally trying to murder you.

I can't prove it, though.

The town votes tomorrow
on whether to grant him mining rights,

so he's visiting all the spots,

letting everyone see him
as this man of the people,

pretending like he's actually about
to pump money into this area.

Boy, they really pack 'em in here, huh?

Dad?

I know it's a surprise,
but it's Jon's home opener.

You never came to any of my games.

Is that Clark?

Let's go, defense. Let's go, pick it up!

Kent!

Yes, Coach?

No, not you. The other one.

Short Stack!

Yes, Coach?

Look, I need you right now.

I need you to get me that ball.

- You hear me?
- Yes, Coach.

- Yeah!
- Yes, Coach!

Hey, come on.

- Come on, just like practice.
- This is different than practice.

No, hey, you got this.

Okay? You can do it.

Just go.

Now entering the game,

number 24, Jordan Kent.

Come on. Red 92!

Set!

Hut!

Goal, goal! Goal!

Touchdown, Crows!

Something you wanna tell me?

All right, all right, all right!

But let's not get too cocky.

We made a lot of mental mistakes.
But as for tonight,

tonight's game ball goes to
Short Stack, Jordan Kent.

Come on now!

How could
you not tell me?

What, that he's good at football?

He's not!

The kid's a buck twenty soaking wet,
never played a down of tiddlywinks.

Now he's T-boning players
twice his size?

He has powers, and you didn't tell me.

It will probably never
even happen again.

Bottom line, he doesn't have powers.

We just wanna keep an eye on him.

That's why you moved to Smallville?

No! Well, yeah, sort of.

And now he's playing football? Mistake!

The Kent family needs
to fly under the radar.

My sons need to live their lives.

Dad, Clark and I can handle this.

Clark? How's he helping?
By coaching the team?

He's involved! Which is a hell of a lot
more than you ever were.

I don't like his priorities changing.

It's called being a father.

Oh, for God's sake. Enough!

You're right, it's enough.

Look, we appreciate your concern.

We really do.
But we know what we're doing.

Do you?

There's an armored nutjob on the loose
who wants you dead,

and your priority seems to be...

Coaching my sons, yes.

And there are nutjobs
who wanna kill me all the time.

You need to understand,
the military is terrified of you.

They note any change in routine.

I'm the one keeps them in check.

Yes, and we are grateful for that.

Moving out of Metropolis
raised a red flag.

Nobody's seen you in the skies.

Crime groups like Intergang are already
planning an uptick of activity.

The higher-ups want to transfer
high-risk inmates

out of Metropolis Penitentiary.

Why? Because if Superman's not around,
the site is more vulnerable to attack.

So, what, is he supposed
to babysit a prison?

Show of good faith?

Escort the transfer.

They're moving Thaddeus Killgrave,

the psycho genius
who got radicalized off hating you.

If anything goes wrong, I will be there.

But I'm not throwing away time with
my family for a "show of good faith."

So you're going against my advice?

I don't work for you, Sam.

Fine.

New day in the Kent house.

Let me get my bag from the car,

stick around this weekend.

Maybe it'll be easier if I pitch in.

Hey, here comes the cover of Madden 21!

He doesn't even like football.

So what?

He evolved. It happens.

I used to get game balls.

Before my stupid million-to-one
exploding bonfire injury.

Did the doctor give you, like,
a timeline for getting that off?

Maybe in time for playoffs.

But we won't make playoffs
if our wide-out can't catch a ball!

What'd you say?

Relax, Wellnitz.

Your broke ass is busting on me.

Waitress.

Might want to have this guy pay first,

unless he's putting those
buffalo wings on layaway.

Hey!

Guys, guys, guys! Hey!

Come on, man, what are you doing?

- Relax.
- It's not worth it.

I understand you're one of mine.

You work in my bank?

Yes.

Well, with all due respect,

I've been there since
before your company acquired the branch.

And do you find the work satisfying?

I got into finance to help people.

And lately, it feels like
the only people

I'm helping are the shareholders.

Banking can be a harsh business.

And limiting to someone
with your potential.

I glanced at your file.

Graduated magna cum laude
from Stanhope College.

Wide variety of clubs,
extracurriculars, travel plans.

You could have done anything you wanted,
and yet you chose to come back here,

where your options were...
somewhat limited.

Smallville's home. I like it here.

Certainly. Perhaps we can find something
more worthy of your unique gifts.

If you want to make a real impact,
I can be a resource.

I pride myself in helping people
achieve their best selves.

This is savage.

Edge picked the mayor
to parrot his misinformation,

so I had to reply.

Yeah, but it reads
like a debate with a first-grader.

The mayor keeps saying jobs,

and then you fire off a list
of EPA infractions,

mortgage rate inflation scams,
a whole string of missing employees...

This is exactly why I hired you.

I even did my own copy editing.

- That part till needed some work.
- Where?

We're actually not open
at ten o'clock at night.

Your old contract, for your lawyer.

What are you talking about?

We're aware of the piece
you intend to publish tomorrow.

How could you know that?

Any such action would be
in breach of your previous contract,

as I'm sure your lawyer will explain.

I told you he would crush you.

It's okay.
Edge is just trying to scare us.

Yeah, well, it's totally working.

The Gazette can't afford to fight off
an army of Edge's lawyers.

- We don't even have a lawyer!
- But the vote is tomorrow.

I'm sorry, Lois.
But until this gets worked out,

I can't risk publishing
a word you write.

I can't believe this happened.

Stupid broken arm!

Stupid cast!

What is happening to me?

Red 57. Set, hut!

Oh, ho!

Takeaway! Can't get cocky.

It's a cardinal sin. Never celebrate
until you cross the goal line.

Okay, guy who runs at Mach 10.

Ah, ha, ha. Go!

Well, that's why he plays defense.

Hey, you okay?

Yeah.

Yeah, it's just hard.

It's like I'm on the bench
and then Jordan's got the game ball.

You know?

I don't know how that's really fair
to any of the players, to be honest.

Well, he's not taking
over the whole team.

There's room for you to step up.

Clark?

Gorgeous husband,
love of my life, really,

and my dear personal champion,
a tiny favor to ask.

Does it have anything to do
with your dad?

No, he's in national security mode.

It has to do with the assembly.

I was thinking that since
my article was shredded

and I can't technically speak out
about Morgan Edge,

the next best thing would be to have
Smallville's favorite son show up

and say some words on behalf of justice.

Okay, well, when you put it that way,
yeah, I'll be there.

Great. Now, if you'll excuse me,
I just found out Edge is at the mines.

You're gonna go confront him
after he sent a guy to attack you?

Look, Edge thinks he has me
up against the ropes.

If I show up out of nowhere,
knock him off balance,

maybe I pop something loose.

If you wait, I can go with you.

No, I got it. You have practice.

I can handle myself.

So much for Lois Lane's big exposé, huh?

Told you she had nothing on Edge.

You seem pretty smug,
rooting for an entitled billionaire.

I just want what's best for this town.

By now, it seems pretty clear to me

that that's Morgan Edge
bringing jobs in.

So what?
Just ignore the fact that he's a jerk?

Why is he a jerk?

'Cause he throws a little money around?

You didn't think it was awkward,
him cornering me,

asking me about my job,
promising opportunity?

He's our host.

He's just being friendly.

You didn't even ask
if I was uncomfortable.

Do you care?

It's not like he was flirting with you!

- Honey, I was right there.
- It's not about you.

I was annoyed.

He made me uncomfortable
and you didn't even notice.

Is that where our marriage is at?

Okay, Lana, you want me
to get in the guy's face

because he dared to talk to you?

Come on.

I mean, I could have been
a jerk to your boss, too,

but then you would have
been pissed at that, right?

Wait, Lana, that came out wrong.

- Whatever. I need some air.
- Lana...

Miss Lane. Have you come
to take a tour of our facilities?

Yeah, after what happened
in New Carthage,

I would rather not follow you
into a dark tunnel.

Whatever could you be insinuating?

Look, I'm kind of bored
with the whole faux British accent,

billionaire at a football game
trying to fit in con job.

I can assure you, my accent is genuine.

- I was raised in...
- Oh, my God, who cares?

Let's just lay it all on the table.

First you changed my story,

then you sent some goon
who almost killed Sharon Powell.

Now you have your minion
threatening my career?

Let me tell you how this goes.

You sue me, I countersue.

Your records get opened up in discovery,

and that doesn't end well
for you or your brand name.

My, my!

You have thought this all through.

Why Smallville?

There's other towns, other mines.
Why are you going to all this trouble?

That's curious. I was about to ask
you the same question.

World-renowned journalist,

shortlisted for the Pulitzer, twice,

and you move here...

with your unemployed husband
and two adolescent boys.

Seems like there must be something here
that's very important to you.

Maybe I'll find out what that is.

Is that a threat?

Well, I could offer you
your old job back,

on condition you play by the rules.

But let's be honest,

you'll never work
at the Daily Planet again.

You're past your prime,

playing a high-stakes game
with a losing hand.

You should fold while you still can.

Actually, I have one more ace to play.

I'm bringing it with me
to the town assembly.

Maybe we can talk more then.

For now, I'm done with you,

unless this creep show
has anything to add.

I didn't think so.

It's like Groundhog Day.

See, it's plays like these that make me
wanna quit coaching altogether

and open up a pizzeria.

You think that's funny, Harris?

You know what,
you could've caught that pass

had you not gone to that keg party
and busted up your arm.

I hope that beer was worth it, genius.

You know, I was gonna let all of you all
go a little bit early today,

but I think
we need to work on our mental errors.

This game is 20% physical, 80% mental.

And as soon as we get in line with that,

we're gonna have more success
than this kind of stuff.

Repetition's the mother of skill.

This is General Lane.
I need your sitrep on Killgrave. Go.

Confirmed, General.
Prisoner is in transit.

Einstein saw time as an illusion.

One that gets us to wear a watch.

Do you happen to have the time?

Nice piece.

And analog.

Good for you.

Lot of people go digital.
They need to be spoon-fed.

Sad.

Society is spoiled rotten.

I think they need a wake-up call.

See, the thing is,
that's not chewing gum.

It's a temperature sensitive

synthetic polymer resin
I made in the sink of my prison cell.

Highly mercurial at an atomic level.

Combined
with the precise vibration of a...

ticking wrist watch.

Well...

Three, two, one.

Tag?

You all right?

Tag?

I'm fine.

Fine.

...until it gets soaked up
in our minds

that this kind of stuff
ain't gonna happen.

'Cause this is unacceptable.

You're better than that.

Metropolis Prison transport
under assault by unknown combatants.

Confirm prisoner Killgrave, Thaddeus R.

Highest possible threat level.

Bishop Six, Intergang
has attacked a prison transfer.

Bishop Six, respond.

Dad. Something's wrong.

A little help with my jacket?

Seriously.
Did you tell your dad on me?

What happened to your cast?

It was driving me crazy,
so I tore it off.

- Tag, I'm sorry. I really...
- Look, whatever.

My arm's killing me.

I can't practice anyway.

I'm out.

Bishop Six,
please respond. Priority Alpha.

- Dad...
- Killgrave has escaped.

- Something was not right about...
- Jon,

we'll talk about it later, okay?
I have a call. I gotta go.

Bishop Six,
we got a hit on Killgrave.

25 Beacon Court. Please divert.

See you soon, Big Blue.

Nothing on Killgrave yet.

But I'll keep searching till I find him.

Boys, I gotta head back
to the DOD for an emergency.

I want to say...

I'm sorry for the changes
you're having to endure.

Jordan,

I know that you're showing signs
of being special.

Not that big a deal, really.

Yeah. Come on, Grandpa, he's just
the same old barely-above-average kid.

All right, well, what I do know is
your dad is very special.

I didn't want you to know that,
yet here we are.

And given that your dad

is the most important force for good
in the entire world,

that means you have an obligation, too.

Don't waste his time.

Try to think about the fact
that when your dad gets distracted,

lives are at stake. Understood?

Yes, sir.

Then act accordingly.

For the record,
that was a hell of a hit last night.

What do you think? You want
to go to Wellnitz's party or what?

Worried about Tag?

Yeah.

- Let me text Sarah for a ride.
- All right.

Now, Morgan Edge
made a lot of promises.

But the fact is,
he kept every single one of them.

So I say, what are we waiting for?

Let's sign this motion
and get those mines going.

Yeah?

This is so one-sided it's pathetic.

Did Clark ever respond?

He must be busy.

Assisting coaching the football team?

He does a lot on the farm.

Oh.

Okay.

Well, I think I'm gonna go
try and rally the troops.

Or like, even find a troop.

Hey, it's Clark.
Leave a message.

Hey, where are you?

You're literally my last shot
at presenting my side of this.

You know, I would do it myself,

but I'm trying not to get bankrupted
in a lawsuit. Hurry.

Hey, Lois.

Are you okay?

No, actually, I'm kind of a sore loser.

Do you wanna grab a drink tonight?

I mean, no kids. No husbands.

Just a girls' night out.
I promise you it'll be fun.

All in favor of granting Edge Intercorp
exclusive rights to the Shuster mines?

- Yea!
- Yea!

All opposed?

Nay!

Motion approved.

What time do you wanna meet?

Babe, I am so, so sorry
I missed the vote.

I know. It's okay.

No, it's not.

And you're covering.

Don't superspy on my pulse rate
or whatever you do.

- You clench your jaw when you're mad.
- I'm not mad.

Well, you should be. I said I was gonna
be there and I wasn't.

Clark, can we not do this right now?
I am not in the mood.

I just want to apologize,
and I want you to know that I...

Babe, I don't need an excuse.

I know you have an excuse.
You're Superman.

- Lois...
- Okay, fine, I'm mad.

And I know it's irrational

because I understand
that there were lives at stake.

But this was so important to me.

And we lost the vote, by the way.
And now I'm feeling guilty

for wanting you to do something
you said you would do.

When we started dating,
I knew what I was getting into.

And I don't get mad about you
missing date nights or anniversaries

or family dinners
because of some idiot with a nuke.

But lately, with everything
that's going on with the boys,

and my dad constantly in your ear,

it feels like I'm really far down
on your list of priorities.

Is that honestly how you feel?

Right now, in this moment
that I might regret tomorrow,

yeah, I do.

That's my lift.

Lana asked me out for a drink,
and I need one.

What's up, Kent?

Hey.

Welcome to Wellnitz's lake house.

- Please don't feed the animals.
- Yo, Tag.

- Tag. Yo.
- Hey.

Arm's better?

- Arm's all better, baby.
- What's up, man?

Tagmeister's back.

So it just healed liked that or what?

Who knows? And who cares?
Have a beer, Kent.

It's a party!

You heard the man.

Hey.

Is Tag, like... Is he all right?
Is he on drugs or...

No, that's more Wellnitz's territory.

- Hey!
- Hey!

- You met Denise?
- Hi, Denise.

My dad played free safety
for Smallville,

so he wouldn't, like, shut up about you
after the game.

It was only one good hit, really.

- Aw.
- Humble pie.

A girl compliments you like that,
you say, "Hell, yeah!"

You know,

we miss you so much in cheer.

Well, you know, I just needed more time
for drugs and alcohol.

- Nice of you to show up.
- I came as a courtesy.

You wanna talk about courtesy?

How about showing me
the courtesy of doing your job?

I don't really think of it
as a job, General.

It's more of a call to responsibility.
Something you and I have in common.

So, since I'm here,

how about we figure this out together?

What is it with men?
How everything's about action.

Like, "Here, let me fix this"

and "Let me explain this to you"
and "Let's just gloss over that."

Is it a DNA thing?

I think we need some shots.

Yeah.

I'm not complaining,
I'm just verbalizing.

I know that the good outweighs the bad.

I mean, you get it.
You married a firefighter,

who clearly adores you,
even though he hates me.

He respects you for speaking your mind.

I mean, that's all he wants
anyone to say about him.

What about you guys? Are you good?

We're going on 16 years of marriage.

We have our moments.

I clearly disagree with him about Edge,

but I do respect
how much he loves this place.

Yeah.

You and Clark are obviously great.

I don't know. Sometimes it feels like

the older we get and
the more we take on,

the more the...

romance and the marriage
gets lost in the shuffle.

Let me tell you something.

Clark is my oldest friend.

I've known him
for as long as I can remember.

Yes, we dated in high school
until he up and vanished.

And then I find out

he moved to Metropolis,

and I was like,
"Wait, what? Clark in the city?"

He comes back to visit
and he's a whole new guy.

Confident, self-assured,
stands up straight and razor-sharp.

It didn't take long
for me to figure it out.

It was you.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

You brought out the best in him, Lois.

And that's not
getting lost in the shuffle.

I will cheers to that.

- Burns away the...
- Uh-huh.

...stain from the town hall defeat.

I kind of feel bad for your brother.

He's been popular his whole life.
He'll be fine.

That's just it.

Popular kids like Jonathan don't really
know how to function as outsiders.

I mean, he looks lost.

What would that make us?

You and I are very disaffected youth,
wayward.

Very punk rock.

I mean, I rebelled against my mom
by quitting cheer,

and you and your whole football thing.

I actually kind of like being
on the team.

Really?

Yeah.

It's good to be good at something.

Haven't had any anxiety.

I like it here.

Feels like for the first time
in a while, I'm happy.

Maybe it's because you got really lucky
with the company you keep.

Should we go save your brother?

Let's give him five minutes.
Maybe he can turn it around.

That seems totally fair.

I'm sorry. I'll fix it.

You can't afford a burger.

How are you gonna pay
for some nice-ass furniture?

Hey, what's going on?

Mind your own business, Kent.

What's going on?

I don't know.

I'll go check on him.

We got a hit.

Glenmorgan Square.

Where's Killgrave?

He just said to get you here.

For this sonic blaster to work,
I needed you in closer range.

Now, pay attention.

Let me show you what this baby can do.

I've had a lot of time
to think about you.

Obsessively tracking your patterns.

I noticed you haven't been around
Metropolis quite as much.

That's how I knew that the big shots
would move me to a more secure prison.

Seems like you're obligated elsewhere.

It makes you distracted, vulnerable.

A weakling.

Tag, just hang on.

Tag, just breathe.

Just breathe. It's gonna be okay.

I can't control it.

You need to get away.

You need to use the ELT, okay?

- I think I did this to him.
- What?

- What are you talking about?
- The bonfire, the party.

I think my heat vision
caused an explosion

and it affected him somehow.

Okay, well, look, you can run that
theory past Bill Nye later, all right?

Right now, we need Dad.

You remember what Grandpa said.
Dad's too busy saving the world.

Look, he's not the only one
that can do this.

Jon, trust me.

Jordan!

Just breathe. It's gonna be okay.

Where's the ELT?

Jordan, we need you
to get out of here, now!

We need Dad.

I need you to get up. Jordan!

Dad!

Killgrave's down. Come and get him.

And send medical units.
There's bystanders on the site.

Dad.

Jordan. Jordan!

The air's thin up here.
It'll help calm you down.

You good?

Jordan, what...

What happened to Tag...

Don't try to tell me
it wasn't my fault.

You saw the video. My heat vision,
it gave Tag those powers.

No, it's not how it works.

Yeah, you don't know that.

You're right, I don't know how or why
any of this is happening.

Okay?

And the truth is...

Uh...

I've honestly been really
jealous about all of it,

and I'm sorry about that.

But Jordan, look, I do know this.

You would never hurt anyone, ever.

So whatever happened,
it was an accident, okay?

It was an accident.

So, where's Tag now?

He's with the doctors at the DOD.

And apparently, they're taking
really good care of him.

Did they say I did this to him?

I had a team analyze
that cell phone footage.

Your heat vision caused a blast,
but there was another material present.

A yellow phosphorescence.

We think that may have triggered
the boy's meta-human development.

Can we see him?

Well, son, DOD protocols
are pretty strict.

There's 24/7 monitoring, cover stories,
transferring...

What your Grandpa is trying to say

is that he's gonna go to
a special school

for kids with these sorts of abilities.

Wait, there's a special school
for kids with powers?

That's pretty cool.

No, it's not.

How many of these kids are there?

That's classified, but let's just say...

Dad.

Look, guys, we have to be
clear on something.

Why did you wait so long to use the ELT?

Why didn't you call me the minute
you knew something was wrong?

Look, I may have misspoke.

"Misspoke"?

You cannot tell the boys
not to come to me for help.

My point was to help them see
the life-and-death stakes of your job.

My job is, I'm their dad.

- That's my job.
- You're not just their dad.

You're the most important
person in the world.

And now that they know that,

they need to respect
the obligation that comes with it.

I have to respect that obligation. Me!

And believe me,
I live with it every day.

- Then act like it.
- Stop!

Stop it.

This is the same toxic
"honor above all else" crap

you used to pull on me when I was a kid.

Lois, please. This isn't about us.

No, it's about you
and your parenting choices

and how they sucked then
and they still suck.

And we're not gonna be
applying them to our boys.

I made a choice to dedicate my life
to the Armed Service.

You could have done both.

That's what Clark is doing,

and I see him struggle
with it every day.

So how dare you tell him
he can't be the father he is

'cause you never bothered
to give it a go?

You keep pushing us,
you won't be welcome here anymore.

Fine.

I'll get my things.

I have a long drive ahead of me.

I got yours coming right now,
baby.

And... here you go.

This lovely little Brontosaurus
for you.

Good morning.

Hi, Mom. Dad's making pancakes.

- He hasn't burned a single one yet.
- Don't jinx me.

He's on a roll.

Figured I'd let you sleep
in a little bit.

Thank you.

Dinosaur pancakes, huh?

That's kind of like my one specialty.

That's not true.

You got dinosaur pancakes

and you work your tail off
for the people in your hometown.

Come here.

I'd say you have more
than a few specialties.

Careful, that's starting to sound
like a compliment.

Crazier things have happened.

But why would Dad need my help
with the harvester?

Mom, can you stop being an investigative
reporter for just one second and...

I don't know, be surprised?

Madam.

What is all this?

Well, I was thinking about all of those
date nights that I've missed,

and I thought
we could play a little catch-up.

You're in very good
standing with me right now.

If you play your cards right,

there may even be a massage
in it for you.

See, now you're just spoiling me.

Well, you deserve to be spoiled.

To know beyond any doubt...

no matter what's going on,
what I'm up against,

this, my time with you,

it's what gets me through
everything else.

You're my first thought of the day.
You're my last thought at night.

And I love you.

You got to be kidding me.

His timing is truly impeccable.

Yeah.

Hey, Sam.

Clark, sorry to intrude.

There's a situation in Malawi,
not a priority yet.

But my guess is,
it will be within the hour.

I was calling Lois
so she could fill you in

and you could decide for yourself
if you wanna get involved.

Is she there?

She just went to the restroom.

But I appreciate the heads-up.

I will let her know you called.

Go.

I'll be fast. I promise.

I'll be waiting.

Hey, I love you, too.

Lieutenant Rosetti, go secure.

Copy, General. Line is secure.

I have reason to believe we may need
to consider a contingency plan.

I want you to open a new protocol.

Call it Project 7734.

Right...

here.

If you'd be so kind.

We now own the rights to this land,

which holds enough X-Kryptonite
to resurrect an army.

Assuming we can find
enough willing candidates.

I'm not concerned.

As you know, I have an eye for talent.