How many times have I come face to face with death and walked away without a scratch? I've practically lost count.
Weirder things have happened.
All this time I thought the reason I survived that Porsche accident was because of you, Clark. Now I'm not so sure. See, I've always tried to explain everything by looking outside myself. But maybe the truth lies inside my own physiology. Maybe I am a freak.
[3.04]
[A wooden sign appears in a gathering of trees with the words Crater Lake painted in yellow. Day. Past the sign, Clark comes out of the trees and looks out at the lake. The lake is massive and blue. The sun shines down on it brightly and heavily wooded hills can be seen in the background. Clark smiles and walks out onto the narrow dock, stopping about halfway to the end and takes off his shirt. He starts to unbutton his pants and take off his shoes when he hears Lana's voice behind him]
[Clark turns around as Lana walks up, smiling]
Lana. I didn't think anybody else was out here.
Well, it looks like we had the same idea for cooling off.
Yeah, it's a scorcher. [Lana's smile fades as she lowers her eyes to Clark's bare chest, hardly bothering to hide her desire] You know, I'll come back.
Oh, no, why? It's a big lake. There's enough room for both of us. [Clark doesn't answer] I'm game if you are. [Clark raises his eyebrows, surprised. Lana walks past him to the edge of the dock, behind Clark] No peeking.
[She turns toward Clark and takes off her shirt, dropping it onto the dock. A smile starts to form on Clark's face as Lana takes off her bra. She tosses it forward where it lands on Clark's foot. Lana takes off her pants and underwear and drops them, then jogs to the end of the dock. Clark turns around just in time to see her dive naked into the lake. Moments later, her head pokes out of the water]
Your turn, Clark. I promise I won't peek.
[Lana turns around in the water so she is facing away from Clark. He smiles as he quickly pulls his pants and underwear off and dives into the water. Lana turns around, looking for him, but doesn't see him anywhere]
Clark? [No response. She turns around in the water, searching] Clark! [The fear in her eyes grows as she continues to scan the water for Clark. His head suddenly pops out of the water behind her]
[Lana splashes water in his face]
Don't do that! [Clark laughs and splashes back. They get into a brief splash fight and soon Lana is laughing too] You're ... it's not funny. [Lana wipes the water from her face and they take a moment to look at each other, inching closer together] [quietly] I always said there should be nothing between us.
Legend has it this sword was forged in the fires of Mount Fuji. The blade can cut through anything. The Katai never took it into battle. They never had to, till the day the strongest Katai turned on his own. One by one, the Katai fell at his hand. Nothing left to lose, the last of the Katai lunged at the warrior with this sword. The blade cut him clean in two. But when the warrior's armor fell away, the Katai saw he wasn't even human. [Lex strikes Clark with the sword, shattering it] Just like you, Clark. See, I've always been honest with you. But it turns out you've been lying to me from the first day I laid eyes on you.
It's too late! The irony is all you had to do was come to me, Clark. I was your friend. I would've protected your secret. I would've protected you. But I couldn't be trusted because I'm a Luthor.
I don't care! I'm going to dedicate myself to ensuring the whole world knows who Clark Kent really is. Life as you know it is over.
I finally found my story.
For some insane reason, it's me. Chloe told me. I don't think it's funny.
Oh, it's not a joke, Clark. I got the facts to back it up.
What kind of facts are those?
The accident, the power lines, your magical appearance as your family tractor drops out of the sky.
"It fell off a truck". That's not an explanation, that's a punch line. I spent the morning combing through police records and newspaper stories. You're Johnny on the Spot, Clark. You're Smallville's own hero on deck.
Trust me, Mr. White, there's nothing special about me.
Oh, that's where you're wrong, kid. So far I got you pegged as really strong and shock-resistant. The question is, what other tricks have you got up your sleeve?
Mr. White, don't do this.
See, the way I figure it, you're strong, you're shockproof, you're incredibly fast. Plus you're cursed with this hero complex.
Yeah, why don't you come back down on the deck and we'll talk about that.
No. Not till I have my story.
Wait, Mr. White? Look, you're wrong about me.
I'm betting you'll save me, Clark.
Thanks again for the ride.
It's the only way I could be sure you'd get on the bus.
You really are kind of a freak, you know that?
I'm serious. You try to help people, even fools like me, and you never ask for anything in return. When I saw your face up there after it was all over, I suddenly realized I was about to tear down a good person. I just couldn't believe there was actually anyone like you out there.
Trust me, Mr. White, I'm not that good.
Something tells me the world hasn't seen the last of Perry White.
Something tells me you're right. Rumor has it I still have a friend or two on the Daily Planet. Oh, by the way, I went over a couple more of your Torch stories.
Well, they're rough, and half the time you buried the lead, but I see a glimmer of hope. If you ever make it to Metropolis, look me up. I owe you one.
Why would he lie to me? It's not like he's gonna get the last 40 years of his life back.
Lana, convicted murderers spend half their day trying to convince people they're innocent.
Clark, that drawing looks exactly like you. So unless Dexter could've predicted the future, there's a pretty good chance that drifter was real. It could've been your grandfather. Even your father.
Why? You must've come from somewhere. It's not like you just fell out of the sky.