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Lois lane, at your service.

 

Hello, lois.

 

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Okay, Clark, we have a
car-jacking over on Samson street.

 

On my way.

 

Bad day for that guy.

 

Now we have a mugging on Halpert.

 

- Got him.
- Nice one.

 

And just around the corner, there's a...

 

Done.

 

That was fast, even for you.

 

Okay, cowboy,

 

looks like we're all clear
on the western front for now.

 

Then I'm handing the
reins over to John Jones.

 

He's going to patrol while
I'm out on the town with Lois.

 

Don't worry. I think metropolis can
handle one weekend without the blur.

 

Now, The real question is
Can the blur handle

 

two nights with Lois?

 

I think I'm up to the challenge,

 

but I'll have my cell,
so if anything comes up.

 

It's one weekend. Enjoy it.

 

I heard Bart's in town.
You two should hang out.

 

Thank you for the
not-so-subtle contribution

 

to the Chloe Sullivan charity case,

 

but Lois already made a
kind donation in your name.

 

I'm hanging up now.

 

Bye, chloe.

 

- Have fun.
- You too.

 

Thanks.

 

Perfect timing.

 

Articles are in, phone
calls have been returned,

 

I am officially ready for
our magical mystery weekend.

 

So let's escape before Randall sends
you on an assignment. Where's your bag?

 

Since you insisted on
being a man of secrets,

 

I had to cover all my bases.

 

There's snow angel,
surfer girl, city chic.

 

How about countryside
bed-and-breakfast?

 

Good choice.

 

But since I'm assuming you don't
mean the French countryside...

 

no.

 

It's kind of Scottish,

 

some place called the McDougal Inn.

 

I have your room all ready, Mrs. Green,

 

except you didn't say
what size bed you'd prefer.

 

Make it a queen.

 

Welcome to the McDougal Inn.

 

I got it.

 

Smallville -
9x15 - Escape

 

Synchro : Flolo

 

For Seriessub.com/Sous-titres.eu

 

did you see the latest crime rating?

 

Lowest it's been in years.

 

I just feel safer knowing he's around.

 

Tell me a story, daddy.

 

- All right. What about?
- The blur.

 

I know it's called
a bed-and-breakfast,

 

but missing dinner is a
definite bust. I'm starving.

 

And I already ate the granola bar that's
been at the bottom of my bag since...

 

I don't know when.

 

We wouldn't be late if we hadn't
driven 40 miles out of our way

 

to see the world's largest ball of yarn.

 

You'll thank me later.

 

Yes, can I help you?

 

Sorry about that.

 

We're late. The
reservation's under Kent.

 

I apologize, but thanks to the
storm, the room you reserved

 

sprang a leak. I tried to call,
but the line wouldn't connect.

 

Cell reception is horrible around here.

 

That's fine.

 

We'll, take any room
that you have available.

 

There Isn't one.

 

Before I realized the pipe had burst,

 

I gave the last room away.

 

Okay, well,

 

let's, hope that,

 

Mr. And Mrs. Green didn't
quite finish unpacking

 

because the only inn they're gonna
be staying at is called holiday.

 

Lois. What room is it, exactly?

 

Maybe I can fix the pipe.

 

If you'd like to try,

 

it's the last room on the left.

 

Great.

 

That's what you get for
not packing light, Lois.

 

Sorry.

 

If you ask me, great-great-great-uncle
Bevan had it coming.

 

So, what did he do to deserve
getting his face scratched off?

 

Usurped his sister Siobhan's birthright,

 

took her crown and castle,
and then killed her.

 

For a country that prides
itself on men wearing skirts,

 

you'd think they'd be a little
more progressive than that.

 

According to legend, Siobhan felt
so robbed of her life on earth

 

she wanted to return from
the underworld and live again.

 

She was granted her wish, at a price.

 

Since she was betrayed by a man,

 

she was cursed to kill men...
Any that crossed her path.

 

Murder, misogyny, and mayhem.

 

I can see why you left
that out of the brochure.

 

How about a cup of tea while
you wait for your boyfriend?

 

How about we just take
Mr. And Mrs. Pda's room

 

because, you know, they
obviously don't need it?

 

Just kidding.

 

I'll go check on Clark.
He is used to baling hay,

 

but I'm sure he's just
bailing buckets to stay afloat.

 

Clark, I don't care how bad it is.
I survived a tent in Guadalajara.

 

I can handle a...

 

Soggy room.

 

Turns out the leak wasn't
as bad as she said it was.

 

I fixed the pipe.

 

Clark Kent, my hero.

 

Too much?

 

You're perfect.

 

Is that the side of the bed
that you like sleeping on?

 

Why? Is this your side usually?

 

'cause that would be totally fine. I...

 

No, I just thought that you...

 

I just want you to be comfortable.

 

I will be.

 

I mean... I am.

 

Bedtime.

 

So...

 

don't let the bedbugs bite.

 

Sweet dreams.

 

What the hell was that?

 

It's nothing to worry about, everyone.

 

What could have made that noise?

 

There are wolves in the forest.
Maybe it was one of them.

 

Go back to bed. Everything's okay.

 

Twist.

 

How can you be so "eh" about this?

 

This is Chloe and
Oliver, together, here.

 

Did you know they were dating?
No, of course you didn't.

 

I didn't even know they were dating.

 

We should sit with them.

 

Or we can give them some space.

 

They obviously came out here to escape
from everything, kind of like we did.

 

I know that I ran a
verbal marathon last night

 

and then I fell asleep, but I promise.
Tonight is about the two of us.

 

I waited for you to get
ready for three hours.

 

If it means being with
you, I can wait forever.

 

Forever's a long time.

 

- Really?
- No.

 

Oh, god.

 

You know what we could do?

 

We could pretend not to see them.

 

Oh, come on, Ollie. Throw
out the white flag. It's Lois.

 

She makes Susan b. Anthony
look like a quitter.

 

Hey, guys, come here.

 

Sit with us.

 

Quiet weekend at home, huh?

 

Trust me. We had no idea
the two of you would be here.

 

And we had no idea there
was even a "you two,"

 

which I think is perfect. I think
fate has brought us together.

 

Well, it's...

 

it was a little less fate, actually.

 

More fame. I like fame.

 

This inn is so far off the beaten
path that even the society pages

 

couldn't find star city's
most eligible bachelor here.

 

You mean ex-bachelor.

 

Okay, enough about that.

 

How did you guys manage to
find the road less traveled?

 

I found the brochure for the
inn at the apartment. I figured

 

- Lois wanted to come here.
- What brochure?

 

That wasn't Lois' brochure, Clark.

 

That was mine.

 

How was I supposed
to know that Oliver...

 

You weren't.

 

That's the point.

 

Don't look at me. I
learned a long time ago

 

not to assume what belongs
to who in that apartment.

 

You got to use context clues.

 

Yeah, speaking of clues,

 

let's talk about Mr. Green
in the bedroom with my cousin.

 

There it is.

 

Lois, I think they came here for brunch.

 

Good point.

 

Look, Chloe, there's food.

 

Little jellies.

 

Okay, look, Lois, I know
what you're gonna say...

 

That with Ollie's
less-than-perfect track record,

 

I should really just cut my losses.

 

Or I could say that this
is one for the "win" column.

 

I think it's great that
you and Oliver are together.

 

You do?

 

Yeah, and the best part is

 

now we can double-date.
How awesome is that?

 

Before you book us up
for the next two months,

 

Oliver and I are not a couple.

 

Okay, sure. Then what are you?

 

We're Having fun.

 

And we're not complicating things

 

by using labels and definitions.

 

This is a relationship,
Chloe, not a spelling bee.

 

I'm glad that you have found
someone that makes you happy,

 

but we're not all cut out for coupledom.

 

And with Ollie, I don't
have to worry about that?

 

We're no flowers.

 

We're no presents, no
pressure, no strings.

 

And with you, we're no comment.

 

So...

 

You...

 

Save any orphans

 

recently, old ladies,
maybe, anything like that?

 

I did stop a bank robbery.

 

Yeah. That's nice. That's fun stuff.

 

Thanks.

 

- How about you? Anything new?
- No. Just,...

 

there's a new compound
bow I'm trying out.

 

Yeah, seems pretty good.

 

See how that works.

 

I know it's not my place
to say anything, but...

 

Then don't say anything.

 

But after everything
Chloe's been through,

 

I don't want to see her get hurt.

 

That's good.

 

She's stronger than you
think she is, though, so...

 

one of her strengths is giving people what
they need and sacrificing what she wants.

 

How do you know this
isn't what she wants?

 

Just don't take her for granted.

 

Your choice of meeting
place is revealing.

 

Even when he's gone,
Clark rules your mind.

 

And yours.

 

And since we have no common
ground, I thought it only fitting

 

that we meet in the home of
the one person that unites us.

 

Whether you want to
admit it or not, major,

 

we all want the same thing...

 

A better world.

 

You crave a man that's your equal.

 

But everyone you've ever
let in has betrayed you...

 

and will never trust you.

 

Well, sometimes trust
comes at too high a price.

 

Obsession can cost you more.

 

Come with me.

 

We'll go to Cyprus, rule the world,

 

drink wine, swim in the sea.

 

You sound like a man
without a care in the world,

 

not your usual goal-oriented self.

 

I still have goals.

 

But do you still have secrets?

 

Not from you.

 

Really?

 

I don't remember you telling me
that you discovered your powers.

 

How did you find out?

 

You're a soldier dedicated to his cause.

 

There's no way you'd run off to
Cyprus unless your war was won.

 

Your instincts are remarkable.

 

So is your ability to heal.

 

You were shot a few weeks ago, but
I just checked, there's no wound.

 

My little experiment proves
that my instincts were right.

 

And if you were wrong...

 

Your experiment would have killed me.

 

Some risks are worth taking.

 

And some aren't.

 

You know my secret.

 

I can't afford to let you share it.

 

What would you do if our
positions were reversed?

 

In every relationship,

 

one person stands while
the other one kneels.

 

I will not be forced down again.

 

I wouldn't want you to be.

 

I must say,

 

Your taste in wine is almost
as good as your taste in women.

 

Why, thank you.

 

You have a little bit of
pinot right there, actually.

 

Look at that. I got it.

 

Unless Christmas came early this year,

 

that better not have my name on it.

 

Maybe you've just been
especially good this year.

 

Maybe a guy shouldn't take
someone like you for granted.

 

I didn't think you were, Ollie.

 

Clark said something, didn't he?

 

It's just a gift.

 

No. It's a slippery slope.

 

"Just because" gifts
are never just because.

 

There's always some unspoken part, like

 

"I'm sorry" or "i feel
very strongly about you,"

 

both of which are complicated.

 

I wanted to keep things simple,

 

with, like, no strings or ribbons.

 

- Wait, where are you going?
- I'm going for a walk.

 

When I come back, can we
just hit the "reset" button

 

and play our favorite indoor game again?

 

Hello?

 

So much for a relaxing
walk to calm my nerves.

 

Definitely not calm.

 

Unexpected, but useful.

 

Just give me 10 minutes.

 

Then you'll get a surprise.

 

Something tells me you'll
never stop surprising me, Lois.

 

10 minutes.

 

Well, hello to you, too.

 

I can't tell you, Lois.

 

What are you doing in here?

 

I thought I would join you.

 

Yeah, I can see that.

 

At least, I'm trying not to see that.

 

You know, I'm done here,

 

so the shower is yours.

 

It's not the shower I want.

 

Chloe, how much wine did
you have to drink at dinner?

 

Why, you want to share another bottle?

 

Or maybe we could just go for
a moonlit walk in the woods.

 

I don't think that Oliver
would appreciate it.

 

Clark, I just...

 

Oh, my god.

 

I can explain this, sort of.

 

You do that.

 

Try to explain it over
breakfast maybe next century.

 

This... I won't be needing.

 

- What are you doing?
- What are you doing?

 

- Where are my clothes?
- I don't know.

 

What's going on?!

 

You got any bagpipes to go
with that outfit there, lassie?

 

That means you guys are
having a little fun. It's cute.

 

Listen, I'm looking for Chloe.

 

She took a walk a while ago.

 

She hasn't returned, and I'm
getting a little worried about her.

 

I was just with her, actually.

 

You were? Okay.

 

Oh, right. Yeah, okay. So, just

 

lay it on me.

 

Why don't I take you
to see Chloe, instead?

 

You will never win a woman's heart
by waiting for her to come to you.

 

You lead the way.

 

The truck is still there. At
least Lois didn't drive home.

 

Oliver's not in our room.
We're definitely being roasted,

 

not toasted over a bottle
of McDougal's finest tonight.

 

What possessed you to come
into the bathroom like that?

 

I don't remember. I just
completely blanked out.

 

You don't remember seeing...

 

No, god, I definitely
don't remember seeing that.

 

What... Wait a minute.
Was I... Did you see...

 

Oh, god.

 

This is our last couples
vacation together.

 

If I don't find Lois, this will be
the last vacation I take with anyone.

 

Okay, so, not that I haven't seen enough

 

of Clark Kent's private...
life tonight, I...

 

- I don't like where this is going.
- You took Lois

 

on a romantic getaway to some
sort of a bed-and-breakfast.

 

While I doubt that the
whole breakfast part

 

poses any problems.
Correct me if I'm wrong.

 

I seem to recall you having some
kind of a concern about the beds

 

and non-powered people

 

and what would happen in the beds
with the non-powered people if you...

 

stop.

 

Thank you.

 

My training with Jor-El

 

has helped me to
manage my powers better.

 

Let's just say that I'm in control...

 

Of everything.

 

But you weren't

 

when you decided to throw me
a surprise party in the shower.

 

And then you passed out, only
to come to with no memory.

 

What was the last thing you do remember?

 

Oliver and I were having a talk,

 

thanks to someone's overdeveloped
protective instincts,

 

and I decided to go for a walk.

 

Where?

 

Over here.

 

This is the lantern I brought from
the inn. I must have dropped it here.

 

Unless something made you drop it.

 

Oh, god.

 

This is so not the
weekend I had in mind.

 

You were out here, Chloe. Do
you think you could have...

 

Gone Norman bates?

 

Wait a minute. I wasn't
the only one out here.

 

There was a... A face, like a phantom.

 

What did it look like?

 

Black, white, and weird all over.

 

And since this is where
my memory hits a roadblock,

 

I'm guessing that spirit
started driving this dune buggy.

 

I must have been possessed.

 

You obviously aren't now.

 

But if that spirit is
responsible for this murder,

 

we need to find it
before it kills again.

 

Who told Chloe to go
walk in the woods, anyway?

 

Was it Hansel and
Gretel, do you suppose?

 

It's not much farther.

 

I hope she left a trail of bread
crumbs 'cause if she didn't,

 

we might never find our way out of here.

 

I'll be leaving these woods.

 

But you won't.

 

The legend of Siobhan
is just a ghost story.

 

It's not real.

 

You've got a confused coed in your
living room and a dead body in your yard.

 

Now, we need to hear the
rest of Siobhan's story.

 

You really think a centuries-old spirit

 

has come back for revenge?

 

We've seen weirder things.

 

After Siobhan was killed,

 

her soul was sent to the underworld
where she was given great powers.

 

What kinds of powers?

 

Uncommon strength and...

 

the ability to slay any
man that hears her wail.

 

Superstitious villagers
also gave her a new name...

 

The silver banshee.

 

Okay, the last time I checked, the
underworld was still underground.

 

So, how is it that this wailing
wonder has gotten topside?

 

Legend tells of a portal

 

through which her spirit
could return to this world.

 

It was said to be a relic
created in Siobhan's own image.

 

But after several deaths
in the village, Bevan feared

 

that he would soon be
silver banshee's next victim.

 

So he conducted an
ancient Scottish ritual

 

and covered the relic in
Siobhan's spilled blood,

 

sealing the portal shut.

 

A relic in her image?

 

Like a statue or an engraving?

 

Or a painting.

 

There's another portrait
painted under this one.

 

Bevan didn't just use blood to
paint over his sister's image.

 

He used it to paint his
own portrait over hers.

 

And then Lois must have
accidentally opened the portal

 

when she scraped it.

 

Chloe, you need to figure
out how to close that portal.

 

I'll find out who
Siobhan inhabited next.

 

I was denied vengeance,

 

just as I was denied power.

 

But now I shall have both.

 

I'm all about the girl power, really,

 

but I got to be honest with you...

 

I don't see you breaking
through any glass ceilings

 

with that hair.

 

Siobhan!

 

You know who I am.

 

And I know your story.

 

But killing men won't make
up for what was done to you.

 

Maybe not.

 

But it does make me feel better.

 

Tell me you found something.
How about Bevan's diary?

 

I don't suppose you read Gaelic?

 

I may not have believed all the ghost
stories but I'm still a McDougal.

 

"We banished her soul
with blood and flame,

 

then burned her body so her
spirit could not walk again."

 

We burn her body and burn her blood.

 

I think we close this portal with fire.

 

You're remarkable and beautiful...

 

Strong...

 

Able to spar with me
on an equal footing...

 

almost Kryptonian.

 

How did you weaken me in the barn?

 

You have your secrets...

 

And I have mine.

 

Now we're even.

 

I waited a long time to savor

 

the power of my Kryptonian birthright,

 

and I will do anything
it takes to protect it.

 

You must know that.

 

In case you haven't noticed, Zod,

 

there are few that could stop you.

 

Which is why the information
you have is so valuable.

 

You talk like we're on different sides.

 

You tell me.

 

We are partners, after all.

 

I doubt that you've only used
your powers for seduction.

 

They certainly come in useful,

 

especially when it comes to keeping an
ear and an eye out for my competition.

 

If you're referring to Clark,

 

you may have met your match but...

 

He's not your competition.

 

He's one of you.

 

But he stands apart.

 

Read your own newspaper, Tess.

 

With the help of a
certain lovely reporter,

 

the blur has become
humanity's new messiah.

 

Now, I may be able to fly,

 

but the world would
willingly follow him on foot.

 

You're jealous.

 

I want to know what
gives him that power.

 

And I want to know
what will take it away.

 

But you'll never tell me.

 

Information is also power.

 

But you understand
that better than anyone.

 

It's a spoon.

 

I bought you a spoon,
one of those little...

 

People collect them. I
thought about getting you,

 

some of those little decorative soaps.

 

But ultimately, You didn't really
need either one of them, did you?

 

I don't know about that.

 

I'm more partial to sporks, myself but

 

a girl can never have
too many... Spoons?

 

Yeah, I never should have

 

wrapped up that Pandora's box to begin
with and second-guessed myself or us.

 

From now on, I won't.

 

Maybe we should just say that next time,

 

you won't take advice about
relationships from Clark Kent.

 

You know, speaking of Clark...

 

For future reference and, you know,

 

strictly for environmental purposes...

 

The next time you want to take a shower
with someone, you can just ask me.

 

I can't remember blacking out,
I wish I could forget waking up.

 

Really? It couldn't have
been that bad, right?

 

Wasn't there a time when you would
have given just about anything

 

to stare at that farmer's
tan in all its glory?

 

That was a long time ago like

 

in a Smallville far, far away.

 

I mean, okay, yeah,

 

I did love Clark... A lot.

 

And I waited for years
for him to see that,

 

to see... Me.

 

But even with his x-ray
vision, he never did.

 

I think more than that I just
wanted someone who would get me.

 

And as good a friend as Clark is,
he's never gonna be that person.

 

Which is fine. Really.

 

Those wounds healed over
a thousand supersaves ago.

 

Now there's just scars.

 

It's Clark's loss.

 

What about your loss?

 

I'm sure that Lois didn't
have to drag you into the woods

 

kicking and screaming.

 

Yeah,

 

that's... The funny thing
about scars, you know.

 

They're always there.

 

It doesn't mean they haven't healed.

 

Sometimes they can be kind
of cute, too, you know.

 

You have one in particular
that I'm partial...

 

as incredible as that
r-and-r attempt was,

 

I think we should skip the
old b-and-b's for awhile.

 

For our first weekend away together,

 

it could have been worse.

 

I was possessed by a 300-year-old
Scottish banshee, I almost killed you.

 

But we did get to see the
world's largest ball of yarn.

 

That made the whole trip worthwhile.

 

All thanks to my stellar
sense of direction.

 

Let's face it, Clark...
Without me, you'd still be lost.

 

What?

 

It's my cellphone.

 

Just let it go to voicemail.

 

Yeah, why don't you answer it,
Lois? What if it's important?

 

- A little privacy, please?
- Just pretend I'm not here.

 

I can't do that.

 

I guess I'll just have to get
used to sharing you with the world.

 

Lois lane, at your service.

 

Hello, Lois.

 

It's you.

 

I was wondering. Hoping
that you'd call again.

 

- I need your help.
- Anything.

 

I need you to get
information on Tess mercer.

 

You've come to the right girl.

 

Just give me the question.
I'll find you an answer.

 

No matter what it takes, I'll do it.

 

I want to help.

 

I'll get the information you need.

 

But you can't tell anyone about it.

 

Promise me you won't.

 

I promise.

 

I wouldn't ask, Lois if it
weren't a matter of life or death.