Hello.
- Here you are, my lady. - Thank you.
It's beautiful, but I feel self-conscious even borrowing it.
It shouldn't stay hidden in the LuthorCorp safe.
It needs to be worn for the very first time on the neck of a beautiful woman.
It's perfect, Martha.
But now, it's time to meet the money bags of Metropolis.
You'll need them to fund you a bid for the United States senate.
Okay, now remember this is a party.
I know, I know.
Stay away from religion, politics and bad dye jobs.
Ollie.
It's been too long.
Come over here.
- Hello. - Hi, Oliver.
Mr. Westcott and his wife, Candice.
I'd like to introduce you to Lois Lane.
Hey.
Simon westcott.
It's my pleasure.
Likewise.
So I wanted to tell you that I thought you were so eloquent
at the congressional indictment hearings.
Sorry about your oil tanker.
I'd hate to be a pelican in that harbor, huh?
Well, we're gonna go.
That's our cue, so...
Guess I forgot to add public humiliation to the list of cocktail-party don'ts.
I'm gonna go get us a drink, okay?
Just wait here...
And don't talk to anybody, okay?
I'd like to thank you all for coming tonight.
I hope you're having a splendid time.
And that you've had a chance to reconnect with some old friends.
Right now, though, I'd like to introduce you to someone
who I hope will be a new friend.
A valuable new friend.
Someone I'm sure you'll be glad to have on your side.
Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce to you our Kansas state senator,
and your future United States senator, Martha Kent.
Oh.
Whoo-hoo!
Thank you very much.
Thank you.
Hey.
Excuse me.
Give me the necklace.
You forgot to say please.
Somebody save me
let your warm hands break right through
somebody save me
don't care how you do it
just stay, stay
come on
I've been waiting for you
just stay with me
I've made this whole world shine for you
just stay, stay
come on
I couldn't ID the guy, but he didn't exactly stick around to chat.
You told Mr. Luthor that you almost caught the guy.
Yet you expect me to believe you didn't see anything?
Look, Lionel Luthor pays safetex what,
a gazillion dollars for personal security?
So don't blame me if you let a boy scout with an archery badge crash his party.
Okay.
I think Ms. Lane's made her point.
Wouldn't you say?
She'll call you if she remembers anything.
Evening.
So, what aren't you telling him?
I just nabbed the story of my life.
William tell's not the only one who walked away with a serious party favor.
Mr. Queen?
My mom told me you were here.
Smallville, it's almost midnight.
Smallville?
You're Clark Kent?
You must be Oliver queen.
Yeah.
This is funny, it's just... you know, the way Lois talked about you,
I thought you were gonna be a little bit more...
I could use some water.
Little more what?
Well...
Of a geek?
Well, you're not exactlyjumping the velvet ropes at nightclubs, so...
It's really nice to see that Lois has found someone
who can overlook her personality.
Well, don't worry about it, Clark.
You know, I mean, if I lived under the same roof as such a beautiful woman,
I probably would've masked my feelings in sarcasm too.
- Feehngs? - Feehngs?
Right, little advice, Freud Jr. there, stick with your day job.
The only reason I'm here is to get that necklace back.
Last thing I want is my mom indebted to Lionel Luthor.
Yeah. Well, you know, I mean, she should have thought of that
before she accepted his help with her fundraising.
Oh! And if you're really championing the cause of pick-pocketed billionaires,
you might wanna add a few more to the list.
What, are you saying that Lionel Luthor is not the only victim?
Over a dozen of Metropolis's who's who have been hit recently.
Good, then there's some leads.
Well, not if all the victims were as uncooperative as Lionel Luthor.
Do you find it interesting that he never called the police?
Okay, if you boys are done marking your territory,
which, for clarification, is not me,
I have a front-page article that's missing a few key details.
Good night, boys.
Now, play nice.
What was with that sprint up the last hill?
I always suspected you couldn't handle me.
Dr. Groll.
Did we have a meeting?
No, I just need a few words with you...
In private.
Well, you can say anything in front of Ms. Lang.
- It's about the device. - Please.
Where'd you get that?
I found it.
And I asked Dr. Groll to figure out what it was.
Some kind of power source
beyond anything developed on earth.
If we could understand the technology,
it could solve the planet's energy crisis.
Well, for someone on the verge of saving the world,
your enthusiasm seems tempered.
There is one risk.
If it fell into the wrong hands...
It could be used as a weapon.
So if it's so dangerous, shouldn't you hand it in to the government?
Then he'd lose any chance at a nobel prize.
Isn't that right, Dr. Groll?
What do you want me to do?
Every breakthrough has its challenges.
Keep working.
Very well.
Hey.
Let me guess.
You need help researching your next article.
Yeah. The inquisitor's search engine
consists of a highlighter and the yellow pages.
Does Mrs. Kent know that you're still moonlighting on her?
Are you kidding me?
I've got this double identity thing down.
And besides, I told her all about it this morning.
All right.
So, what's the story worth bringing out the alter-Lois?
Actually, you know, now that we're both in the same biz,
I probably shouldn't be leaking my story.
I can't believe you don't trust me.
It's not all of you I don't trust, it's just one little side of you.
Lois, I'm not gonna scoop your story.
But watching you bumble through our database,
is like watching Clark try and dance.
Come on.
Lois, tell me what you got.
Okay.
I scooped this off the scumbag before he ran away.
There's some writing on the inside but it's too faded to make out.
Yeah, this could take a little while.
Well, I haven't seen you since the world was falling down around us.
And I hear you have got yourself a new landlord.
I assume that Lex told you we were together.
- Hmm. - Mr. Luthor,
if you called me here to discuss my relationship with Lex...
Oh, that would be wildly inappropriate, wouldn't it?
Unless you consider that the last time you and I spoke,
we were discussing which one of us was going to kill Lex.
He wasn't himself.
But you were. Completely yourself.
And unless I'm mistaken, the discussion was due to the fact that Lex...
Please sit down.
Was obsessed with a piece of alien technology
infinitely too dangerous for any of us to comprehend.
Does this sound familiar to you at all?
Mr. Luthor, this is all behind us now.
Ah. Well, it's obvious that any trust you have for me
only works in times of crisis.
But we both know, Ms. Lang, that the crisis is far from over.
Lex salvaged that piece of technology...
Why do you think I moved into the mansion?
Please tell me.
- Mr. Luthor, I care about Lex. - Mmm.
But part of being with him is protecting Lex from himself.
I'm not naive, I know that comes with the territory.
Apparently, Lex has finally found his equal.
But watching over him, that is not enough.
Ms. Lang,
lexis using every resource available to him to unlock the mystery
of that pandora's box that he somehow managed to get a hold of.
Once he opens it
and unleashes whatever is in it to the world...
Well, we may not be lucky enough to close it this time.
What do you think we should do?
Destroy it.
"The green arrow bandit."
Doesn't really roll off the tongue.
This guy steals your boss's necklace and then gasses you and your cousin
all within a 24-hour period?
I'd say he's got a thing for you.
Well, when you're my editor, I'll remember to care what you think.
You know that whole sugar-and-spice thing?
Never really took with you, did it?
Look, green arrow, green eggs and ham.
It doesn't really matter what I call this guy.
I'm gonna have his face plastered all over the front page soon enough.
Well, unless I'm missing something,
without that ring you're not nearly as close
to ID'ing the guy as you claim to be.
Yeah, that, well, I might've stretched the truth just a little.
Okay, well, you know, it's a good thing that the inquisitor
doesn't pride itself on integrity.
Listen, I don't like the idea
of you dangling yourself out as bait in front of this guy, you know?
Anyone after the green arrow is gonna come after you.
Anyone after the green arrow is a friend of mine
and I'll be sitting front and center with them
when they lock this guy up.
Wouldn't want you on myjury.
Meaning?
Well, you know,
I thought we did away with the shoot- first-ask-questions-later mentality
with covered wagons.
Oh, come on, don't tell me your some kind of bleeding-heart pacifist?
And that's worse than a knee-jerk fascist?
All right...
Forget about this guy for the weekend.
I can have you in Cancun in time for the sunset tonight, sipping margaritas.
What do you say?
Mmm.
Well, as much as I would love to be your beach bimbo,
the only person I'm gonna be spending the weekend with
is into leather and has a perverted fetish for archery.
Well, they changed the gate to the speedway.
Yeah, and why is that?
Well, that's the way it's engineered.
Oh, I understand.
- Thank you. - All right.
Clark, what a good surprise.
What brings you up here?
- Mom was shaken up after the party. - Oh. Yeah, I know.
But in spite of the impromptu entertainment,
your mother made a terrific impression on some very influential people.
- She wasn't the only one. - Walk me to my car, will you?
Don't worry, Clark, my security team is making a very thorough investigation.
Unlike the police.
Tell me, why wouldn't you report
something that valuable if it was stolen?
Well, I'd rather not let the entire city know
that I'm a sitting duck for some acrobatic Archer.
It's not wise to advertise our vulnerabilities, is it, Clark?
We're talking about some very expensive vulnerabilities.
Oh, faberge egg.
"Bishop's miter, 14th-century." It's big stuff.
Not the kind of stuff you find in your local pawnshop window.
Here's something that might interest you,
unless you've noticed this already.
There's only one name on the safetex client list
that hasn't been hit already.
I don't wanna be late. You find it, huh?
Who are you?
Haven't you read?
I'm the green arrow.
Well, I hope you enjoyed your cult status while it lasted.
I think you're taking the whole neighborhood-watch thing
a bit too seriously.
We got a breach. Secure all exits.
Yes, sir.
Ah, that was fun.
Looks like I'm not the only one with a secret.
Hate to break it to you, tough guy, but you're on the wrong side.
I'm not sure the police would agree.
Look around you, beav.
The days of the good guys running the show are over.
Good evening.
Ms. Lang, what are you doing?
Lionel Luthor knows about the black box.
And he is willing to do anything to get his hands on it.
And you think I'm working with him?
Not yet.
But trust me, when he approaches you, and he will,
Lionel is going to make you an offer that is hard to resist.
No matter what the bribe,
you will come to us before you breathe a word to Lionel Luthor.
With all due respect, I work for Lex and not his girlfriend.
I'm not interested in your respect, dr groll.
I'm much more interested in your 14 years of employment here.
Your two girls that are now in prestigious prep schools.
That new home that you just built on sparling Lane.
You have a pretty wonderful life.
Are you threatening me?
Well, it just came to my attention that if the government,
or your colleagues were to find out
that you were secretly testing alien weapons,
this life that you have worked so hard for,
may take an unfortunate turn.
So how'd you let this guy slip through your fingers?
This green arrow bandit's got a lot of gadgets.
Gadgets?
Against the man of steel?
He's good, all right?
Fine, backing off.
"The green arrow bandit"?
Is that really the name Lois came up with?
If you ask me, I'd lose the "bandit," but not my story.
You know, with your competitive streak,
I'm surprised you forfeited this one to Lois.
Competition? Lois?
- I'm chalking this one up to pro bono. - Yeah, right.
Okay, so idle hands aren't really my thing.
I got the safetex report on the arrows.
They're made from an advanced titanium alloy that is untraceable.
What about the ring?
None of the shots I scanned on my computer
came out to have a clean image.
However, I may have forgotten to mention to Lois
that my computer is compiling them to render a new one.
Look, you can tell the mailroom to stop fonnarding these bogus claims.
Well, I highly doubt the green arrow is going to out himself
on a hello kitty notepad.
Yeah. Thanks.
Come here.
- Lois, hey. - Chloe!
- Lois? - Help.
Please.
Clark, she's in trouble.
Lois?
Looks like someone took her.
Took her? What are you talking about? Who would do that?
Isn't it obvious?
The green arrow.
What makes you think he'd have anything to do with this?
He's wanted all over town for armed robbery.
Lois is the one who publicly threatened to unmask the guy.
Guess he doesn't live by a code of honor.
Because it's not the same as yours?
Maybe if you're as interested in finding out about this guy
as you are in catching him,
you'd have realized that everything he's stolen so far
has been bought off the black market.
- You saying Lionel's necklace is... - Yeah.
That's exactly what I'm saying.
You've been on this hunt to return it to its original thief.
You think Lionel took her?
I think there are a lot of people out there
that would go to any length to catch the green arrow.
I gotta go.
Chloe, it's too late, there's no sign of her.
Well, I might have something that will help.
The image from the ring finally rendered,
and I'm sending it to you right now.
It's a family crest.
The only problem is, ye olde crest makers weren't very creative.
I mean, there's thousands of them and they're all practically identical.
It's gonna take me a little while to track this one down.
- I've seen this before. - Clark?
Hello?
Tracking system enabled.
Transmitting to BlackBerry.
Tracking engaged.
Tracking safe Tex security.
Tracking system enabled.
Tracking safe Tex security.
No. Let me go.
Shut up.
Get your hands off me.
Let me go. Hey!
How much do you know about the green arrow?
I should've known he wouldn't have the stones to face me in person.
You know who he is.
Give me a name.
What did you see?
- Who's the green arrow? - Bandit.
Green arrow bandit. And like you don't know.
That errol Flynn-wannabe put you guys up to this.
That's enough.
This "bandit"
has made a joke of the firm I've worked my life to build.
He's walked off with more than 30 million from my clients.
Then why am I the one with bruises on my knees right now?
Because you splashed my humiliation
across the front page of the paper.
And now you're gonna help me rectify that.
I don't know who he is.
She doesn't know anything.
Kill her.
Aah!
I didn't know blackmail was one of your talents.
Lex...
I know I went behind your back, but I wanted to do this my way.
- And if you're mad... - Actually, I'm impressed.
I've never had anyone
try to protect me like that.
Lex, we have a serious problem.
Your father.
He isn't gonna stop until he gets that black box away from you.
Because he's afraid of what I'll do.
What about you?
Is there a part of you that wonders the same thing?
I believe in you.
But, Lex...
There is something that I haven't been completely honest with you about.
I knew the box was a weapon.
If the box is that dangerous,
you want me to shut the project down, don't you?
Lex, it might be the only thing that will save us from them next time.
Are you okay?
No thanks to you.
- I saved you. - Yeah.
From goons who were trying to find you.
They're not the only one
with a v for vendetta on your little leather ass.
Little?
I've really been working the glutes lately too.
Did the humor come with the costume?
Did the tomb raider routine come from wanting daddy's attention?
Oops. I guess my aim's a little rusty.
Now...
Let's take off those glasses and unveil our prince of thieves, shall we?
Oliver queen.
You owe me one.
That was you on the roof?
Why'd you let me get away?
I'm not sure Lois would understand why her new boyfriend leads a double life.
Or why one of her best friends does the same thing?
I think we're even.
We'll be even when you return what you stole from Lionel.
Chloe, what's all the buzz?
Seven stolen artifacts were anonymously returned
to the met, the Tate and the louvre.
Looks like you got some competition in the knight-in-shining-armor arena.
The guy does a couple good things and he goes from villain to hero overnight?
Clark, every time he strikes some corrupt tycoon,
an anonymous donation to some charity mysteriously appears the next day.
And you don't care how many laws are broken to get it there?
Oh, I guess that's the price of justice.
I mean, if you ask me, he's a modern-day Robin hood.
That still doesn't mean I'm not dying to find out who he is, though.
Oh, hey, I never heard back from you
after I sent you the picture of that crest.
I kind of ran into a dead end.
That's funny, so did I.
All my files on the ring are gone.
Including the backup files. Clark?
Just don't look into them, Chloe.
You know who he is, don't you?
As a favor to me, please don't.
And he knows who you are.
Well, I guess there's some sort of secret code of honor among superheroes.
What do we have here?
Yeah, not bad for a rookie, huh?
It's really incredible.
You know, you have every newspaper in the country
calling this guy the green arrow.
He's got a real following.
Yeah, well, so did Charles manson.
I know this is a rare moment for you,
but, you know, maybe you're overreacting.
It's not like this guy's a killer.
Ollie, he's a threat to Metropolis
and I'm not gonna stop until I find out who he is.
Trust me. You don't know the green arrow like I do.
Hey, can I have two more to go?
Not that I'd ever question your theatrical skills...
But you really had Lana convinced.
Thank you, dad.
Just following the script.
The script that you gave me, son.
But, you know, if you really want to have a honest relationship with Lana,
you should stop testing her.
Well, I had to be sure.
Another important lesson you taught me:
"The greater the trust, the greater the betrayal."
All right, Lex, what do I have to do
to prove to you that I wanna be a part of your life?
Part of my life or part of the project?
I would never have told you about the box if you hadn't already known.
But that's as close as you're ever gonna get to it.
All right. So, what makes you think that I won't tell Lana lang
about the obstacle course you set up for her, if I'm so untrustworthy?
Because you've put so much effort
into fooling the kents that you're a good man,
you're starting to believe it yourself.
I didn't realize I was such a fascinating subject.
You've been reading up on me.
You and Lois ought to start a fan club.
Are you gonna tell her?
I don't know, Clark. You know, you seem to be doing a pretty good job skating by
with this farm-boy charade.
You can't be with someone unless they know who you really are.
Trust me, I've tried.
You lost her to Lex.
Is that why you hate me, Clark?
Because I'm just another silver-spoon-fed rich boy, is that it?
Or is it because I'm not willing to play the martyr like you?
You can play this game as long as you want.
But sooner or later you're gonna hurt her.
You know that.
Well, you seem to have all the answers.
So I guess it's a good thing
I've decided to put this into safer hands.
For the record, Lionel bought that off a notorious Bosnian warlord,
used it to launder LuthorCorp money.
So why give it to me?
Well, you seem to have a crystal-clear idea of what's right and what's wrong.
You decide who it belongs to.
It's not as clear as it used to be.
You really think it's right to steal as long as it goes to a good cause?
That the end justifies the means?
Absolutely, yes.
I'll never feel that way.
You said you didn't owe me one.
So why are you really here?
Clark, you have abilities I couldn't even dream of.
And I admire that you use them to save the people you're close to.
But...
But there's a whole world of people out there, Clark.
They need us.
With your potential...
You can't wait for them to come to you.
When you're ready to do something about that...
You let me know.