Previously on Smallville:
Lois, you've had a lot of questions about the Blur. It's me, I'm the Blur.
- Lois Lane, will you marry me? - Yes.
I am Green Arrow.
I think our audience would like some answers.
I lost someone. She meant everything to me.
I just stopped looking for you.
Maybe that's what you wanted. You could have called me...
Yeah, I wanted to, but the fate helmet warned me to stay away.
- You sticking around for a while? - Yeah.
Good.
There's something more behind the darkness.
Something hero-haters like Slade don't know is affecting them.
Before the facility exploded, I saw something on Slade's skull.
The Omega symbol.
It was like it was branded there. I think the Omega's a sign of corruption.
A mark that the darkness has taken over someone.
This thing is an evil spreading over the earth.
It preys upon the dark side we already have.
If we can't stop it, the darkness will infect every person on this planet.
Desaad?
Our unholy trinity is complete.
I bind their bodies, Godfrey breaks their spirit...
and you, you clear their minds...
preparing the way for Lord Darkseid.
Clark, I wanna plan this wedding as much as I wanna jump off of a building.
You know I'd catch you.
You're sweet.
Now stop trying to dodge this bullet. We've got a serious problem here.
Tiny Lois has 37 possible guests on her side.
Do you know how many tiny Clark has on his?
Just tiny Martha?
Tiny Martha is a sign of a much larger problem.
Sandwiching your super-friends into the same place as my dad's battalion...
is a recipe for disaster.
All it takes is one wrong person recognizing the right face, and bam.
We'll find a way to make it work.
That's easy for you to say when you're calling from...
Where the hell are you?
Just running some errands.
Tell me you didn't hop across the pond for a gallon of milk.
What makes you think I'd be in England?
Oh, you know, because I'm kind of staring at your face online.
That better be some damn good milk, Smallville.
"Smallville." I must be in trouble. How bad is it?
- Look up in the sky. - Are you getting this?
- Thinks he's the Blur. - Sure that is the Blur?
- Shouldn't he be across the pond? - The chap's here now.
I didn't realize you were ready for your close-up.
And that is just the beginning.
My Turkish is a little rusty...
but it seems someone managed to pull off a super-save there...
and now Ankara's also wondering who America's Blur hero is.
Meanwhile, in Buenos Aires, they are offering a national commendation...
to "El Salvador de Rojo y Azul," if he'd stand still long enough to receive it.
I won't bother with the Chinese because I'd sound racist.
I understand I got a little enthusiastic after the VRA shut down, but...
Lois...
the important thing is I made the save and I didn't get caught.
- At least, not really. - Well, we were lucky this time.
That was supposed to go out two days ago. Why do you still have this?
I realized we missed something before I sent it there.
I spellchecked it twice.
You really don't see this? Clark.
The whole world is starting to wonder who the Blur is.
You are so close to the story, you might wind up smack-dab in the middle of it.
I think it's high time that we got you a new disguise.
You know, I'm supposed to be meeting someone here.
Oliver Queen, of all people.
Even with the registration act behind him...
the world still knows him as the Green Arrow.
He probably can't leave the house...
without wearing some ridiculous disguise.
Makes it pretty hard to live a normal life, I'm guessing.
You know, I heard he lost his company to Lionel Luther.
You wouldn't wanna have dinner with me in his place, would you?
Me? Well, what would your boyfriend say about that?
I hear he's a pretty tough guy.
Well, I can't exactly call him my boyfriend.
I think Oliver Queen would be an absolute fool...
to let someone like you get away.
You're damn right.
- Table for the Joneses? - The real bitch of this whole thing...
Oliver Queen could waltz in here, get a table just like that, no problem.
But he wouldn't have the luxury of eating in peace.
Your brown-haired rendezvous here, I can't even get on the list.
Makes me wish I was someone else entirely.
Well, is it always so bad being someone else?
I'm quite enjoying myself.
Last call for the Joneses.
Over here.
- What are you doing? - We're the Joneses, the two of us.
- We're the Joneses? We're the Joneses. - Yeah.
Right this way.
- Here we are. - Thank you.
Enjoy.
Look, we shouldn't be doing this.
The universe gave a guy with a secret and a girl with no identity...
the chance to enjoy an evening in public.
What's the worst that could happen?
Drink it in, handsome.
Roll it around in your mouth for a minute...
and tell me how you feel.
I feel like I can't believe that you did this to my jacket.
Keep in mind it's a prototype. It's not any worse than machine-gun fire.
The hood's not gonna stay up during super-speed...
and I won't be able to see through these glasses.
Well, just use a bobby pin for the hood when you're super-speeding...
and x-ray vision for the shades.
Now stop giving me excuses...
and humor me.
I don't wanna wear a mask.
You are going global now...
which is awesome, frankly, but you have spent more time in the shadows...
than you ever have in the spotlight.
You're sticking your neck out farther than before.
I'm not gonna stop saving people.
I can't believe you would think I would want that.
I know how important what you do is, not just to you but to the whole world.
Okay... Do you remember who else didn't wanna wear a mask?
- Oliver. - Oliver made his own choice.
And whether you like it or not, you've made one too.
What is gonna happen if people start thinking...
that Clark has what it takes to save the day?
Someone is gonna put two and two together.
Yeah, I appreciate your concern...
And I don't understand why you aren't more concerned.
Oliver went from having two identities to one...
to none.
And I will stand by you no matter what, okay?
But is that really the life you want for yourself?
Yeah, I really should get to work.
No. You do not get to whoosh your way out of this one.
Why don't I save you the trouble...
and I'll just super-speed off all on my own, okay?
Whoosh.
- That was delicious. Mm-hm.
- But... Oh, my God, right? - Oh.
Phone call from your wife, Mr. Jones.
Would you like my advice?
You catch a cab, and you let him take that limo of his back home. Alone.
I don't know.
Hello, dear.
I know this line isn't secure, but you weren't answering your cell.
I found them, but I don't think I have much longer.
Oh, my God.
Who is this?
Hello?
Is everything all right? Ma'am?
Hello, can you hear me?
- What's happening? - What do you mean, ma'am?
- Hello? - He found me.
Hello? Who found you? Who is this?
- Hello? - Oliver.
Who is this? Who found you?
Hello?
Don't worry, Mr. Jones, you'll be joining her soon enough.
- Oliver, what is it? - Uh...
I'm pretty sure Mrs. Jones, uh, just died.
I think whoever the real Mr. Jones is, is next on the list.
- Can you trace it? - The number the hostess had...
for the reservations matches the number Mrs. Jones called from.
If we wanna save Mr. Jones, we need to find him...
but we don't even know where to start.
I think I might.
Driver, we don't care about the arrangements. We just...
We need to get back to the Joneses'... I mean, my place.
Mr. Jones, we've been looking for you.
Easy. Yeah.
We've already checked it out.
They're still waiting for detective...
- Don't worry about it, Mr. Kent. - Thank you.
Mr. Kent.
Clark Kent.
Bert. Weren't you at that crime scene the other day? The one with the, uh...
- Robbery-homicide. - Yeah.
Yeah. Um, listen, Bert...
how is it that so many bodies go for so long without being found?
A DWP worker stumbled across them in an abandoned tunnel beneath here.
Looks like they were dumped as recently as a few hours ago.
Does Forensics have any leads?
We're not gonna know anything more until the coroner takes a closer look.
Have you seen that viral clip of the Blur from London?
Because it was fuzzy, but it looks so much like you.
I don't spend much time paying attention...
to what happens halfway around the world. Thanks, Bert.
- So, what do you think? - Looks like a serial killer.
"Looks like a serial killer." Ha, ha. That is so you. Ha, ha.
- Is it? - You talk like a cop...
you walk like a fireman, you beat us to most of our own crime scenes.
You might as well put an S on your chest.
You saved my life.
Wait, how did you save my life?
It was a, uh, adrenaline thing.
Yeah, I'm a little bit bigger than you, and, um...
It probably has to do with center of gravity.
Don't be modest. You, sir...
are a hero.
I'm sure I won't feel like one in the morning.
Excuse me.
Forensics said it was all right I come and follow up on the mass-grave story.
Sorry. I've just been so wrapped up in all of this...
it was only a matter of time before I made a mistake.
- Clark Kent, Daily Planet. - Blayne.
Yeah, sorry about the mess, I've been working faster than usual.
Hell to pay if the boss finds out I've been slacking off.
I'll try not to take too much of your time.
Any word on the cause of death?
Yeah. She suffered a system-wide hemorrhage starting with the heart.
If they hadn't found the bodies all grouped together...
I'd say natural causes, but...
There's nothing natural about it. Someone did this to these people.
What kind of person could do such a thing?
My guess is someone who's given in to his or her darkest urges.
From the number of bodies, probably someone who really enjoys it too.
Did I miss something?
Did the rest of the bodies have this?
I'll be damned. Nice eye.
If so, there might be a connection we can make between...
Nah. I'm the guilty one.
Had a pen pop earlier while I was taking notes.
Had you going for a second, huh? Sorry.
- Thank you for your time, Blayne. - Yeah.
When I said I wanted to spoon earlier, this isn't really what I had in mind.
We're lying alone together in the dark. I think that counts for something.
You're probably right. This is the most romantic of my recent kidnappings.
Hell of a way to spend an anniversary, right?
Oh, gee, you forgot.
No. No. No, I did not forget that it's been a year since we started doing...
Whatever it is that we're doing.
Whatever it is that we're... Wow.
You weren't joking at the restaurant. You don't know what to call me.
Not in so many words.
- Okay. - Oliver, come on.
We spend every waking moment together, right?
We've said our "I love yous" how many times? Several.
What do you call that?
Ow.
- Can we talk about this later? - Yeah, no, I'd love to do that...
if there is a later.
You're so dramatic.
On your feet.
You got some explaining to do.
All right, all right, enough of this. What'd you guys do with Mrs. Jones?
Huh? Huh?
We were about to ask the same thing.
What? Am I the only one who's confused here?
We know you aren't the Joneses. Who are you?
Yeah, he's right. We should, uh, introduce ourselves.
Oh. I love you.
Mm.
What the hell is that?
Mr. and Mrs. Jones weren't married at all.
They were on a stakeout. FBI.
I know. We just wiped the floor with their backup.
They probably couldn't break their cover...
until they found out how we were connected to the missing agents.
From what Mrs. Jones said, their cover was blown...
which means Mr. Jones is probably in grave danger.
I think that's a definite.
What makes you say that?
Call it a hunch.
The darkness.
- No one's answering out front. - And the last thing we want...
is for a billionaire superhero ex-fugitive to get caught...
kicking in the front door of a sex club.
Yeah, not today, anyway. We sure this is the right place?
It's owned by a guy named Desaad.
The feds have been keeping an eye on it for weeks.
Some guy from the bureau came here for a bit of relaxation...
and at his checkup the next week...
- There was an Omega on his skull. - Yeah. Turns out he wasn't the only one.
Every one of those x-rays belongs to someone who was a visitor at this club.
The Joneses may have gotten made...
but they had no idea what they were getting themselves into.
- Hey. - Right. Which is why it's our job...
to get Mr. Jones out of it. - Don't leave Goldilocks out in the cold.
If the darkness has anything to do with this...
the last thing I want is for you to get caught in the crossfire.
- Hands where I can see them. - Come on. Again?
Mr. Jones.
- Or Agent...? - Vactor.
Whoever you are, you're under arrest for impeding a federal investigation.
Listen... You have no idea what you're dealing with here.
No, what you don't understand is...
Desaad.
He really didn't have a clue.
But not you.
You know all about me.
I think it's only fair if I get to know you a little better.
I am getting really tired of excuses here.
- Miss Lane, I'm working as... - Risotto cheese bites?
Should we just serve up hot charcoal too?
What do you have for me?
These just came in from Bert in Forensics.
He says you're lucky to be engaged to such a super guy.
- Ahh. Does he, now? - Mm-hm.
Is there anything else you need?
How would you feel about negotiating a deal across town for me?
Uh... - This is a bakery. - Yes, it is.
And why don't you get me a good rate on vanilla-bean frosting? Pretty please?
Okay.
Oh. Mr. Kent, I'm sorry.
I guess you heard what happened at the crime scene.
So if there's anything you have to say...
Not me. Nope.
I am a positive, supportive, independent woman...
and I just wanna know what happened at the morgue.
The coroner couldn't make a connection between the bodies. It's a dead end.
Dead end? Seriously?
What do you call it when you have zero leads?
A lie.
Here, take a look at these crime-scene photos.
There's a stamp on each of the victims' hands. I only saw a few dots.
Must have been some relief pattern. It matches the stamp right there.
That's a fraction of a centimeter.
- How would you be able to see that? - Micro-vision.
Micro-vision?
It's my power, I can call it whatever I want.
The coroner wasn't examining those bodies, Lois.
He was covering his tracks.
It's another dead end. No one at the morgue recognized the name Blayne.
The stamp was made for an anonymous private buyer.
Chloe?
Lois, let me call you back.
- Oliver, what happened? - That's what happened.
Lois and I are trying to find a serial killer who uses that stamp.
Serial killer. This just keeps getting better and better.
There's a photo in there of a guy named Desaad.
He owns a nightclub he's using to put Omegas on people's heads.
He's an agent of the darkness, just like Godfrey.
There were no Omega symbols on the bodies in the morgue.
He must be killing the people he can't convert.
And now he's got Chloe.
Which means if we can't find her, she's either damned or dead.
The business, it's registered to an address on 4th Street.
Maybe that's where they took her.
- Terrific. - Wait a sec.
- What are you doing? - You're upset and in no condition to go.
- And you're in a better condition? - I don't have a choice. Now, stay put.
Like hell.
Clark.
Chloe.
- I thought I lost you. - I thought I lost me too.
I can't go through that again.
Chloe...
you know when something happens...
and suddenly you're afraid that you can never go back?
Where you get these flashes going through your mind...
flashes that you never expected?
Flashes of you and I.
As in...?
What if we missed our chance?
What are you talking about?
One kiss.
Come on. We never have to tell anyone.
After all those years, don't you wanna know?
No.
- Chloe. - Oliver.
Thank God.
- Did I just see...? - Ollie, something's wrong with Clark.
Yeah, I know. That's why we have to get out of here.
Let me run away with you this time. No more disguises, no more darkness.
I would never ask you to do that.
Why would you ever think that I would...?
It's okay.
We don't have to try so hard to be heroes. We're just human.
There's plenty enough people here to fight the good fight without us.
Come on, Chloe. We can be together.
Just take my hand.
Come on.
Who are you?
Wait a minute, what is this?
This isn't happening.
Chloe.
You aren't real, either.
Real enough for you to wonder...
if you will ever feel the happiness that Clark and I do.
You envy what we have.
No. I have only ever been happy for Lois and Clark.
Wait.
Envy.
Leaving with Ollie would be sloth.
And Clark's kiss is lust.
You're trying to tempt me.
Bravo.
But knowing that doesn't change how you feel.
You just have to admit it.
You gave up everything that I have, and do you want it back?
Never.
Get out of my head.
It's the heart, actually.
The window to the soul.
Both mankind's greatest asset and his weakness.
You're gonna put me through the seven-deadly-sins house of horror...
to try and convert me into one of your dark denizens?
A little on the nose, don't you think?
Oh, you might balk, but it's worked for me for a very long time.
Most of you are quite easy to turn...
but others require a little persuading.
The visions tend to cut to the heart of the matter.
Sin is a liability I exploit.
You are more vulnerable than you think.
You know what I am.
You know what I'm capable of.
Kill me.
Your friends will all die if you don't.
Trying to get me on wrath now, huh?
Nice try... but I'm stronger than that.
We are stronger than that, aren't we?
We can resist any temptation, but what if we're doing it...
to save our own souls when we could be saving the world?
I will not take a life, period.
Good girl. Stay strong.
Beat him at his own game.
Feels good, doesn't it?
To be better than all of those that fell before him.
Pride.
That's our hubris, our fatal flaw. Our control issues...
our grossly disproportionate sense of independence.
Too proud to ask for help.
That's why we vanished without a trace.
Shut up.
Too proud to face the fact that the world moved on without us.
I said, enough!
All that effort you spent freeing yourself from your old identity...
to suddenly give everything over for something lesser...
for a relationship.
Go to hell.
No. It'll be here soon enough.
Sadly...
you've grown just as useless as that knife.
Tell me, Chloe, when's the last time you had a nice, hard cry?
I was wondering when we'd meet again.
What exactly are you, Desaad?
A prophet.
A servant, loyal to a far greater power.
- To darkness. - To Darkseid.
When he last laid eyes upon you, you wore your sin openly.
You're much more self-assured now.
More love in your heart than when you faced Godfrey.
Stronger than when you faced Granny, as well.
Sadly, incorruptible.
They, much like I, have been preparing for something...
amazing. - And that's why the three of you...
have been burning your symbols into innocent people.
You act as though the marks weren't there to begin with.
But I wouldn't wanna ruin the surprise.
Good things come to those who wait.
Where the hell is she, huh?!
She screamed for you as she died.
Took me a while to figure out Chloe's weakness.
But not you. No, your sin is ripe for the picking.
- Chloe's alive. - He killed her.
I saved her.
She's safe.
- Oliver. - I'm fine.
The guy who left his calling card across the globe suddenly doesn't want credit?
I asked for my name to be taken off. You're right, Lois...
I've been drawing too much attention to myself. I've been doing this all wrong.
I'm sorry. I should have known the pressure you were under...
and not made things more difficult for you.
And I should be wearing a mask.
Unfortunately, I've lived my entire life up until this point without needing one.
That's why I've been so reluctant.
This is the face of the man my parents raised.
It's the face of the man that you love.
I don't wanna deny who I am when I'm doing what I was born to do.
Then why bother with the jacket, Clark? The symbols?
When I'm out there in the red and blue saving people, that's who I really am.
This is gonna sound weird...
but it's not what I'm called that should define who I am.
It's who I am that should define what I'm called.
Clark Kent, it's just a name.
It's just a word.
I am the Blur, and I always have been.
That is a pretty amazing breakthrough. And I'm really happy to hear it...
but if you wanna keep doing things like, I don't know, working here...
and marrying moi, I don't see how we're gonna make this work.
By doing what we talked about.
The answer's been staring me right in the face.
The Blur can't whip out a new costume at work.
The Blur is not the disguise, Lois.
Clark Kent will be the mask.
Okay. But the only way that the glasses are ever going to work...
If I adjust my behavior when I use them? I know.
The world needs to believe Clark Kent is too normal to ever be...
- Super. - Even though we've silenced Godfrey...
shut down Granny's orphanage and buried Desaad underneath Belle Reve...
it's not the last time we've seen Darkseid.
But I'll be ready...
hiding in plain sight.
So you're willing to dial back the hometown hero...
and crank up the average Joe?
If that's what it takes to be the hero the people need...
yes, Miss Lane, I am.
Did you know that average fiancés let their ladies take them to cake tastings?
You have to act like you're miserable, though.
That shouldn't be a problem.
You really need to watch where you're going, buddy.
Jeff.
I am so sorry, Mr. Kent.
You know, Jeff, um, it's my fault.
I'll try to be more careful next time.
You, uh... Ahem.
You probably should.
Good job, Mr. Kent.
You all right?
I escaped the villain of the piece with nary a mark on my bones.
I would expect nothing less.
You know, the whole woman-who-doesn't-exist thing...
gets less mysterious when yearbooks come into play.
Yeah, they're kind of a breadcrumb.
Meaning what?
You feeling lost, Chloe?
I have been so many things over the years.
Doe-eyed sleuth, intrepid reporter, Watchtower...
- Business-suited cyber-savior. - It worked, right?
Yeah.
I've always wound up defining myself by some group or cause or other person.
Um... I haven't felt like Chloe since...
Well, Chloe 1.0, anyway, since...
Well, her.
And then I erased it all. I gave it all away.
I think that's why I've been struggling to define myself against you.
I'm afraid I'm gonna lose the last little bit of me that I have left.
No matter what happens...
I know who you are.
I know.
And that's why I have never questioned the love I feel for you.
So, what do we do now?
Hey. Chloe, listen.
I know how hard you worked to disappear...
but I'm gonna be in the spotlight for the rest of my life.
I was kidding myself with this trying-to-be-normal thing.
I thought I was, um...
giving up my identity by coming out...
but all I did was change it.
Because I am who I am.
It's time I stopped hiding from that.
I made this bed...
and now I have to sleep in it.
Well, you don't have to do it alone.
Really?
So I got a question for you. When people see this adorable blond...
and you are on this adorable blond's arm...
what do they call you?
Let's start with girlfriend and go from there?
Okay. "Girlfriend" sounds kind of high school.
- Shut up. I'm serious. - I know.
- Let's get out of here. - Okay.
You coming?
I'll be right down. I have to turn off some equipment.
You know who pays the power bill around here, right?