- Previously on "Superman & Lois"...
- Your mom wanted us to move to Smallville.
- This family needs Smallville. - I think I did this to him.
The bonfire--I think my heat vision caused an explosion
and infected him somehow.
Where's Tag now?
- He's with the doctors at the DOD.
- So what exactly brings a Reuters tech reporter
to Smallville, Kansas? - Just want to be on Team Lois.
I think I may have found a way to get a look inside the mines.
- I don't think it was Derek.
His powers were erratic, like Tag Harris.
- Well, whatever Edge and Leslie are doing
with that machine,
it has something to do with the mines.
- We now own the rights to this land,
which holds enough X-Kryptonite to resurrect an army.
[dramatic music]
- Tag. - What did you do to me?
- Try and outrun me?
Not anymore.
- Tag, I don't know what--
[high-pitched ringing] [groans]
- [echoing] I want the truth, Kent.
At the bonfire party, when you broke my arm,
what did you do to me?
- I don't know what you're talking about.
- Liar!
Ever since that night, I have been different.
I can move so fast. And I saw Teague's video.
Something caused that explosion.
You were right there.
And I know you're different, too.
You better tell me how to fix it.
Superman. - I'm not gonna hurt you.
Wait!
Are you okay? Are you okay? - Yeah.
[train horn blows]
Tag, don't!
- He got you pretty good, kid.
- [groans] It's all right.
- Yeah, I thought you had,
like, super durability or whatever.
- I don't know what I have.
I tried to fight back, but he was stronger and faster.
My head is pounding.
- Your abilities are evolving.
You can heal faster, but you can still get hurt.
- What did--what did Tag want, anyways?
- Answers.
He wanted to know how he got powers,
why he's at the DOD-- he thinks I did this to him.
- Why would he think that? - Because he saw the video
of the explosion I caused at the mines.
I know. Look, he doesn't know everything,
but he know something's up.
-- What if he says something? -I mean--
- Guys, can you just give me and your mom a second
to talk about this, please?
[dramatic music]
♪
- I hate the Internet. - [chuckles]
- Your dad called.
Assured me that he's on this.
Apparently Tag escaped the DOD by some fluke.
His abilities accelerated.
They didn't know what he was capable of.
And now they're putting together some plan to track him
and get him back in custody.
- And if he gets to Jordan first?
- I'll keep an eye out.
- This wouldn't be happening if it wasn't for Morgan Edge.
Whatever gave Tag those powers came from those mines,
and now he wants to extract more of it
and make more Derek Powells.
What if you went there? - I flew over the mines.
I scanned the tunnels. I can't see inside.
They've lined them with lead fiber.
- So I need to investigate.
Find proof of wrongdoing, hand it over
to the authorities, and get a proper warrant.
- Slow down, okay? I can find out--
- No, I want you focused on the boys
until Tag is back in custody.
In the meantime, I got to break this case open.
Think about it--Edge is giving people Kryptonian powers.
And all of this at the same time
some armored lunatic arrives who knows Superman's real name?
- You think Morgan Edge is the Stranger?
- Maybe. I don't know.
I'm gonna find out.
- Dude, Jimmy Cutter's literally been talking
smack about the game all week.
- That guy's such a dick.
- Hey. Hey. Language.
[high-pitched ringing]
You okay? - Yeah.
Yeah. It's just a headache. - Hmm.
Jordan, how would you feel
about sitting out tomorrow's game?
- Why?
- Well, for one,
you might still be affected by what happened with Tag.
- Well, what does that have to do with football?
- Yeah, Dad, I mean, look, it's Metropolis, okay?
This is literally the biggest game of the season.
It's our old school. I mean--
- Yeah, I know. I get that, but until we have this
under control, we've got to be careful.
- Dad, I have to play in this game.
It's really important to me.
Please?
- You promise you're 100% healthy?
- Yeah. - Totally good to go?
- Totally good to go. - Okay. All right.
Then after school, you're gonna prove it.
- This is proof my suspicions were correct.
Smallville is the community that's going to help me
change the world.
So, without further ado,
I'll hand over to my wonderful staff,
who can assist in getting you all back to work.
- Yeah. - Thank you very much.
- Yeah. [chuckles]
Oh, Mr. Edge,
this is gonna put a lot of people back on their feet.
I cannot thank you enough.
- No, no, I'm the one who should be thanking you.
All this is possible because of your advocacy,
persuading people to give me a shot.
In fact, I'd like to capitalize on our momentum.
- Hey, whatever you need, you say the word.
- Well, the Smallville team needs a strong leader.
And I'd like to fill that role with you, Lana.
- With me? - The work you did at the bank
with reverse mortgages
shows me you're not just highly competent.
You also have the people's trust.
And I want to use that trust to revitalize Smallville,
starting with the community center.
- Yeah. - I'm grateful.
[chuckles] I-I don't know what to say.
- Well, when you see your new starting salary,
you'll say yes. - [chuckles]
[dramatic music]
♪
- Should I deal with her? - Why bother?
What can she do?
[indistinct chatter]
- Figured out how to get in there yet?
- Doing about as well as you, Marcus.
- May the best reporter in.
- Uh, he's just worried about you man.
You need to cut Dad a little slack.
- I know he's just looking out for me,
but he thinks I'm made of glass.
This is my shot to finally show
those Metropolis d-bags who's boss.
Come on. I'm not gonna sit that out.
- I get that. But I'm just saying--what?
- You don't have to slam it every time.
- Dude, I didn't even slam it at all.
- Oh, hey, guys.
Oh, my God, what happened to your face?
- Um...
- Did you get beat up on your way home or something?
- We were running plays this morning in the front yard,
and then I juked him, and he tripped and fell.
- Well, I hope you do better tomorrow at the game,
'cause I'd hate to go all the way to Metropolis
just to see you eat it.
- You're coming? - Uh, yeah.
Friends can root for friends, right?
- I think I'm starting to see
why you're so hyped for this game, huh?
[school bell ringing] - [groans]
- What? Hey, hey, hey, Jordan, Jordan.
[echoing] What's going on? Hey. Hey.
[continues indistinctly]
- Jordan. Jordan. Look at me, look at me.
Just breathe. Just breathe. Please, just breathe.
- [breathing heavily]
- Hey. Hey. What the hell was that?
Okay, that is not-- that is not a panic attack.
- It's my head.
Since Tag jumped me,
I've been hearing this really loud high-pitched noise.
- Jordan, if this has to do with your superpowers,
then you need to tell Dad.
You might need to go to the fortress
to figure out what's wrong.
- We can't tell Dad, all right? - Jordan, you need to tell him.
- Look, if we tell Dad,
he won't let me play football tomorrow.
- Jordan. - Jon, let me have this.
Those Metropolis guys--Woodrum, Cutter, Campana--
they've made my life hell.
Just let me shut them up, just this once.
- All right, bye.
It's Bill Hastings. He starts work next week.
Hadn't heard him this excited since Junior was born.
- You're changing lives, babe.
- Yeah.
- Hey. You okay?
- Yeah.
It's silly, but I don't know, I just--I thought
that Edge might have had something for me, you know?
Some managerial work or something like that.
- I know. But do you really want that?
I mean, you love being a fireman,
and if I'm getting this promotion,
isn't that a win for both of us?
[doorbell rings]
- I'll be right back, baby. [door opens]
Lois. Let me go grab Lana.
- Actually, Kyle, I was hoping that I could talk to you, too.
- Come on in.
- This may sound bizarre, but I have reason to believe
that Morgan Edge is engaged
in both illegal and dangerous activity,
and I'm asking for your help to get into the mines
so that I can prove it.
- So let me get this straight.
Even though Edge just gave Lana this massive promotion,
you want us to go behind his back
and help you with a news story.
- I know it's a big ask. - It's pretty big, yeah.
- Listen, I'm not alone in my suspicions.
You both know that I know Superman.
He's looking into Edge, too.
- Superman? What for? - I can't tell you that yet.
- Of course you can't.
- But does Clark know about this?
- He doesn't know I'm here, no. I'm just trying to explain--
- Explain what?
You've got no proof. You got no evidence.
- Kyle, I would tell you if I could.
I am asking you to trust me.
- Oh, okay, you want me to trust you?
You know what I should do is, I should call Edge
and we should get a restraining order.
- Okay, Kyle, please.
- Listen, I just got off the phone with a buddy of mine
who hadn't worked in eight months.
He's got mouths to feed, Lois.
And right now Edge is the only person
that's giving his family a chance to survive.
- I know it seems like he's helping,
but he has-- - No, he is helping...
a lot more than you are.
- I came to you guys because you're my friends
and I need help.
- I know I maybe be biased, but you don't know
what it's like to see this town dry up.
The things I've see-- foreclosing on people--
this is our chance to help.
I'm sorry, Lois.
- Lana, you know that I respect you.
So I am telling you, something sinister is going on here.
And you might not find out what it is until it's too late.
So just be careful.
[dramatic music]
♪
- [sighs]
- So why are we down here? - Training.
This is stuff your grandfather used to teach me
how to control my strength.
Now it's my turn to give you a few pointers.
- Why, so he can, like, protect himself from Tag or something?
- Well, there's that, and given your raw power,
we want to make sure you can control it.
- Yeah, I mean, a random super freak-out would really suck.
- Yeah. Anyway...
let's start with this.
- Am I somehow supposed to crack this in half?
- Nope. Just punch it.
- Don't I need gloves or something?
- You trust me?
- [mutters]
Ouch.
- Thanks, Dad. - Yep. Yep. Okay.
No, I thought we'd try going on instinct,
but obviously that was the wrong approach.
Um, right foot back. Put your hand up like a fist.
Curl your thumb. Bring it back. Transfer the weight.
Follow through.
- Okay.
- Jordan...
imagine--imagine this big log is Cutter's face.
He's just laughing at you. Pop him. You got it.
- Come on, believe you can do this, and you will.
You're stronger than you think you are.
- You got it. - Now.
Yes! Yes!
- Yo, that's what I'm talking about!
Yes, sir. Oh, my God. - See? Line it up again.
Line it up again. - Okay. Okay. Okay. Okay.
[cell phone rings] - Hold on. Hold on. Wait. Wait.
Hang on, hang on. - Okay.
Hey, Sam.
- Harris was spotted in Metropolis.
- In Metropolis? Are you sure?
- He's fast, hard to track.
Why? Something I need to know about?
- Uh, that's where the boys' football game is tomorrow.
- You stay with the boys. I'll have my guys on site.
We have a plan to put this monster back in his cage.
- He's not a monster, Sam. He's a kid.
Nobody's helping him. He's scared.
- Helping? He attacked my grandson.
No, I underestimated him once.
He broke out of a state-of-the-art facility.
His speed rivals yours.
No telling what damage he can do.
I don't have time to worry about feelings.
I need to incapacitate a threat.
That's what I'm gonna do.
[line clicks]
- Getting a sitter?
- I'm trying.
But nobody we know is available for tomorrow.
- What's tomorrow?
- Your dad's taking me to dinner.
We're celebrating my new promotion.
- [scoffs] Wow.
Dad finally got over himself long enough to think,
"Maybe I should congratulate my wife."
- Were you listening to our conversation?
- It's not that big of a house.
- Sarah...
your dad--he's trying.
- [sighs] I can watch Sophie.
- But what about the game? - There's other games.
- Sarah. - Mom.
Your new job, it's kind of, like, a really big deal,
and you absolutely deserve to go and celebrate.
- I guess.
I guess it's a big deal.
- Yeah. You work really hard.
And you give back to the community.
So you do deserve all the karma you're getting.
- Mm.
Who knows? Maybe--maybe this is just the start.
[sinister music]
♪
- Come on, now!
- We are now in the second quarter
of a surprisingly close game.
- There's no show in showtime if we don't show up!
- Hey. You okay? - Yeah, I'm fine.
- Hey, short stack, you see that linebacker, 55, out there?
He's been killing us all day.
Now, look, I want you to go in there
and you knock him on his backside, you got that?
Let's go. Let's go! [crowd cheering]
- Gonna stick your ass, Jo-Jo. Just like grade school.
[whistle blows]
- [groans] [high-pitched ringing]
- Here we go. Keep them out!
Come on, now! Jeez!
- Oh! Looks like the Crows' quarterback is hurt.
- Timmy's got a sprained elbow.
Tried telling Jordan it's not really his fault.
- [chuckles] Yeah, I'm sure that helped.
What about our other problem? Any sign of our friend Tag?
- No. There's a pretty big DOD presence.
Guess I should thank your dad for that.
- Well, the sooner we find that kid,
the sooner this will all be over.
- Yeah. It's the how that worries me.
- Clark, with everything that's going on,
are you sure Jordan's okay?
- I don't know.
Something's going on, but he won't talk to me.
- Keep an eye on him, on both of them.
This can't be easy for them, playing their old school
and seeing all the kids they knew.
- Yeah.
[whistle blows] - Hut!
- Come on!
We got to do our job! Pick it up now!
Let's go! Focus!
- Coach. We need to throw that ball.
- I don't got a quarterback, Kent.
- You do, Coach. You got me.
I mean, I know our plays.
I know their defense. I got this, okay?
- All right, Kent.
Strong right slot, Z panther, on three.
- Got it. - Let's go!
- Go get them, 12.
- What a game this has been so far.
There is no love lost between these two teams.
- Whoo-hoo. Big boy Kent.
Hey, you know I'm with your girl Eliza now, right?
She wanted you to know.
- Blue 72. Hike!
- Ball, ball, ball!
- Touchdown, Smallville. - Yeah! Attaboy!
- You like that, Cutter?
- Hey. Jordan.
Get over here.
Rein it in, or you're done. - Just making a block.
- That's not what I'm talking about, and you know it.
You understand me?
- Yeah. - Good. Go sit down.
- Hell, use me as your unnamed source.
All I need is a press pass from the "Post."
[knock at door] I'll call you back.
No, I'm not mad. Just find me a pass.
[dramatic music]
♪
[knock at door]
Who is it?
- Your new best friend.
- What are you doing here, Marcus?
- Still open to sharing a byline?
Friend of mine got hands on a couple inspector badges.
One's for you, if you want it.
- You somehow get not one but two inspector badges
and you're just gonna give me one of them to be nice?
- They're working around the clock to get those mines ready.
Right now the tunnels are packed with inspectors.
Security is stretched thin.
A lone Black guy might look suspicious,
but the two of us together, it'll seem more legit.
So...
are you in...
or out?
- Are you kidding me?
This is your idea of a disguise?
It's kind of a clown show. - Let me do the talking, okay?
You just try to look inspector-y.
- Inspector-y. - Mine Safety.
- That team checked in hours ago.
- Had to grab more equipment.
Dude, between you and me, Sullivan is an idiot.
[both laugh] He can't plan a survey.
- All right, go ahead. - All right, cool. Thanks, man.
[chuckles]
- You want to watch a classic? There's "Wizard of Oz."
- But I like animation.
We can get a new one on streaming.
- No, I'm not gonna buy-- look, Soph,
I'm fine with the whole, like, Saturday sister bonding time.
Kind of embrace it.
But, dude, seriously, we're gonna have to find
something we both want to watch.
- Please?
[doorbell rings] - Okay, that's the pizza guy.
Get up.
Okay, go get your stuffies and your blankets,
and then you can pick whatever movie you want.
Just--
I'll be back after I'm done emotionally preparing.
Love you, too.
- Love you. - Little brat.
[sighs]
Tag. - Hey, Sarah.
- Thought you went to go live with your dad.
Are you back in town?
- The truth is complicated.
And you've always been my friend.
You stick up for people when you know something isn't fair.
- No!
- Sarah. Sarah.
- The Crows lead 35-13 in the fourth quarter,
with only seconds left on the clock.
Nobody saw this coming, least of all the Metropolis players.
They look absolutely stunned.
- Blue, 72. Hut. Hut. Hike!
- Go! Go! - Whoo!
- Touchdown, Crows!
- Yeah! Attaboy!
- The Crows win. What an upset!
- [groaning]
- Looks like a fight has broken out midfield.
I don't think I've ever seen
anything like this! - Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.
- Get off him!
- Hey. Hey. Jordan, you okay?
- I can't hold it in.
- Let it out. Let it out right now.
- [screaming]
- I had a really good time tonight.
- Well, good,
'cause that dinner wasn't cheap.
[both chuckle]
- Listen, um...
we didn't talk about logistics, with my new hours,
how that might affect the kids or how you feel about it.
- Whatever we got to do, we're gonna do, okay?
- I know. But-- - No. There's no buts.
Yeah, maybe I'm a little disappointed, but it's fine.
- You saw Morgan Edge as an opportunity
before anybody.
Of course you should be rewarded for that.
He's an idiot if he can't see that.
- Whoa, whoa, he is not an idiot, okay?
He promoted you, after all, right?
[chuckles]
Listen, babe, you got to know I'm real proud of you.
I mean, you are the brains of this family, after all.
We all know that.
[chuckles] You deserve to be happy.
- I'm happy. - Well, good.
Then whatever comes next,
I think we will handle it...
- Mm-hmm. - Together.
- Did you get me desert?
- Oh, sweets, it's way past your bedtime.
- Where is your sister? - I think she's in her room.
- Yeah. Go check.
Come here.
[suspenseful music]
♪
- No.
- It's not like Sarah to just leave.
- I'm gonna check the security cam footage.
- For the hundredth time, I'm fine.
- No, you're not.
You just detonated like a bomb
in the middle of a high-school football game
in front of a crowd full of people.
- I could have controlled it, all right?
I just let it go 'cause you were there.
- Yeah, but what if I wasn't?
Jordan, sit up and look at me.
Do you understand how dangerous this could be?
Tell me exactly what happened.
Were there--were there any symptoms, any signs,
something that would have made you think that this was coming?
- Look, Dad, you're thinking about this too much.
I just--I had a moment, all right?
- Jordan... that's not 100% true.
- Jon. - What?
- Jordan, he needs to know.
Look, the first time that he had one of these episodes
or whatever, I mean, it stopped.
It seemed fine.
- The first time? - I had a migraine at school.
It wasn't a big deal. - And you didn't tell me?
- I didn't tell you 'cause I knew you'd overreact.
I knew you'd stop me from playing the game.
- Yeah! And I would have been right!
- So I'm just supposed to be punished
for something that isn't my fault?
This was my shot, Dad.
This was my chance to show the d-bags at Metropolis who I am.
You remember how they treated me, right?
- Jordan, I know. I know. And I get it, okay?
I know what it's like to be picked on.
- Yeah, but you get to grow up, and you get to be Superman.
Who am I?
I'm a weird kid with headaches.
I just--I wanted to be good at something--that was all.
- That's not what your powers are for. Jordan--
- Dad, I'm not you, okay?
[sighs]
[cell phone ringing]
- Hey, Lana, sorry. Can I--can I call you back?
- Clark, real quick-- did Sarah come to the game?
- Uh...no, I didn't see her. Why? Is everything okay?
- Well, she was supposed to be here with Sophie,
and she's not.
I knew she'd canceled plans about coming to the game.
I just thought--
- Is that that Harris kid? - Oh, my God, yeah it is.
- Clark, I got to go. [line clicks]
- What was that? - Stay here.
- Everything okay? - Stay here.
- You sure about this?
- No point playing it cautious now, right?
- And you know what to look for?
- Yeah. Got my hands on some schematics.
What we want is just up ahead.
- And how, may I ask, did you manage to just take a peak
at Edge EnerCorp's top secret schematics?
- Uh, friend of mine helped out
with some surgically precise hacking.
- Well, points to you and your friend.
And the grand prize is...
- Should be right here. Yeah.
- You came prepared.
[distant siren wailing]
- Tag, what the hell? Where are we?
- It's okay. We're in Metropolis.
- How are we in Metropolis?
- That's the thing, Sarah.
I can move pretty fast now.
[mysterious music]
♪
- So a high-tech gadget guy works for LuthorCorps,
the top tech company in the world,
only to quit and pursue a career in journalism.
Did I get that right?
Feels like I should be focusing my story on you.
- No, the, uh...
story...
is on what's in these walls.
- What is that?
- X-K, otherwise known as X-Kryptonite.
- X-Kryptonite?
- Rarest form of Kryptonite.
And if my hunch is right,
these mines have the largest supply of it anywhere.
There's your story, Miss Lane.
- Too bad no one's gonna read it.
[suspenseful music]
- Still scanning Metropolis, General.
- Find this kid now.
[indistinct chatter on TV]
- Nothing about Dad on the news.
- Can't find anything on the Internet either.
- Jordan you're n--you're not, like, mad at me, are you?
- Nah.
I'm just a little tired of being told what to do.
That's all.
- [scoffs] Yeah. - [person cheering]
[pounding on door]
- Come on, man, open up. - Oh, it's the boys.
Ha! What's good, Mike? What's good? What's good?
- How you feeling, rock star? Better?
- I'm all right. Yeah. Yeah.
- Good. Let's go. - Going where?
- To pay some millennial to get us a few sixers
so we can celebrate properly.
- That'd be--that'd be tight, guys.
But, honestly, my pops said we got to stay here, so...
- Oh, come on! - He did.
- All right.
- It's not like we're going clubbing.
Liquor store's just up the street.
- You know what? We won a big game.
Come on. Let's go. Come on.
all: Yeah!
- Whoo! - You coming?
- Yeah. All right.
- What are you doing?
- Get ready to run.
[suspenseful music]
♪
Come on.
♪
[indistinct chatter]
- Narrowing in on his power signature.
- Be ready to move.
- I'm sorry about your head. It's because of my power.
It's hard to control. - Tag, slow down.
- I think it was caught on camera.
All I want is to just show you.
See that flare? It's coming from Jordan.
I think he did... something.
That's what made me this way.
it's crazy, Sarah, but it's true.
I had to tell someone I trust, you know?
Plus, you know him...
and I wondered if he told you something.
Maybe you can help me.
- I don't know anything.
- Don't run.
I'm here to help you.
- Out there, boy. You got it. You got. You got it.
Oh! Hands like feet. - There they are...
the Crows.
Hey, you look pretty good, Jo-Jo,
for a guy who was dragged off the field.
- Yo, Cutter.
Seriously, man, come on. Step off.
- [scoffs] Oh, are you sore about Eliza, Kent?
Look, I know we used to be friends,
but I guess that's over now, huh?
- So what?
You came here to talk about how it feels to lose?
- Wow.
Look who found his voice.
Dorky kid since forever.
Cried if he was breathed on.
[exhales sharply]
What, now you're, like, the best guy on the football team?
You, uh, juicing or something there, Jo-Jo?
Is that what's going on? You juicing Jo-Jo, huh?
- Approaching loading dock, sir.
Suspect is dangerous. Use whatever means necessary.
- I need you both to come with me.
- No. No way. You took me to that place.
- I was only trying to help. - They didn't help me.
- Tag! I give you my word--
I will make sure that you are safe
and that you get the answers that you want.
But right now we need to leave.
The DOD is coming for you. I need you to trust me.
- On the ground now. Do not move!
- Bishop Six, stand down.
- Oh, look at those eyes, man.
Tell me the truth, Jo-Jo. - Cutter.
- Let him shut me up. Right here, baby.
- Cutter. Jordan, Jordan, Jordan.
Breathe. Relax. Relax.
- On the ground now! - We will fire!
- No! Don't!
Tag, stop. - Engage.
- You can't do this. You can't do this.
Oh!
- Stop! - Take him out!
[dramatic music]
♪
- [groans]
♪
- [grunting]
[suspenseful music]
♪
Aah!
♪
Stand down.
- No. No. He didn't try to hurt me.
[indistinct chatter over radio]
- Those won't be necessary.
You're not gonna be alone anymore, okay?
I promise.
- I don't know what you're upset about.
The girl's safe and on her way home.
The subject's back in custody. Let's take this as a win.
- His name is Tag.
- I wish I had your trust in people, I really do.
- So do I.
- You put me in a bad position tonight.
- You know, I thought about all the ways
you might try to stop that boy.
Never occurred to me you would actually use live rounds,
let alone ones fitted with Kryptonite.
- My job is to protect the American people
by any means necessary.
- And now I know.
- Dad, Jon's hurt.
- Superman.
- Hey. Hey!
Are we gonna talk about what happened back there?
- What's to talk about? You saw what I saw.
That's your story.
- You are armed to the teeth with the kind of weapons
that would put you high on the FBI's Most Wanted List.
And this security badge--I sent a photo to a friend of mine,
and she said it's one of the best forgeries
she has ever seen.
So why don't you tell me who you really are
and why you are in Smallville,
'cause I don't buy that you came to write a story.
- I can't tell you why I'm really here.
But I can promise you, like you,
I am trying to prevent something bad from happening.
[cell phone ringing]
- Hey, babe, can I call--
How bad? - I'm on my way.
- Are you okay? - To be continued.
[engine turning over]
- Doctor said the cast comes off in six to eight weeks.
- Could have been worse. - Yeah.
And he also said that "maybe"
I get full range of motion back, so...
- Jon, I'm so sorry. - Just--just shut up, please.
- I--You know I never meant-- - Okay, but you did.
You--you did, Jordan.
You--you got emotional,
and then I tried to step in the middle of it
like an idiot, and now I have a broke-ass arm,
and I'm probably never gonna play quarterback again.
So, thanks.
Thanks a lot.
[sighs]
I'm going to bed.
- You guys know
that I would never mean to actually hurt him.
- Jordan. Jordan. - Right?
- That has nothing to do with it.
[door closes] He's upset.
And he has a right to be.
I told you, your powers come with responsibility,
and I need you to get that.
- Honey, we know it was an accident.
We know you're sorry.
Jon knows, too. He just needs a second.
But your dad is right. Things are different now.
- Yeah, I know. I know they're different.
- Do you?
Because you made a big point at the hotel
of saying you're different from me.
But you're not.
That anger you felt that made you want to use your powers
the way you did tonight, I have those feelings, too.
- You do? - Yes.
But I keep them in check.
Otherwise, I risk losing the trust of the very people
I've sworn to protect.
When I first showed up in Metropolis as Superman,
there was a lot of talk about what the world should do
with someone who had powers like mine.
And it took me a minute to realize that other people
were more afraid of what I could do than I was.
So what I had to do,
more than anything, was earn their trust,
prove to them that, no matter what,
I would never use my powers to hurt them.
20 years later, every time I use my powers,
that trust is tested,
every time.
Just today, in fact.
The thing about trust, Jordan--
once you break it,
it's take a lot longer to heal than a wrist.
- It's late. Go get some sleep.
We can talk about this more tomorrow.
[dramatic music]
♪
He's just confused.
He's so young. He's not ready for this.
- I know. Neither was I, but--
- Probably not the best time to tell you
I almost got killed tonight.
- What? - I got into the mine,
with the help of this supposed journalist, Marcus Bridgewater,
and he led me to something called X-Kryptonite.
Have you ever heard of that? - X-Kry--No. No. Wait. Back up.
What do you mean you almost got killed?
- Leslie Larr came after us. Turns out she has powers, too.
She tried to heat vision us, and then Marcus zapped her
with this, like, high-tech ray gun.
- Why? Why does a journalist have a ray gun?
That makes no sense. - He's no journalist.
I need to figure out who he is and what he has on Morgan Edge.
- Sarah, are you okay?
- It's just crazy.
I've known Tag my entire life,
and now he has powers or whatever.
I was really scared.
But I knew that he would never hurt me.
He was just really confused, and...
he was really focused on you.
He showed me this video from the night of the bonfire.
He had this whole theory that whatever happened,
whatever gave him his powers...
had something to do with you.
[zapping on phone]
- I don't know why he said that.
- You know, even if--
even if there was something,
you could tell me, right?
- Yeah, of course.
- Okay.
- How are you doing? - [sighs]
I just keep thinking about what could have happened.
Sarah told me that Tag...
has these special abilities.
He's not sure how he got them,
but clearly this has something to do with those mines.
Lois, what aren't you telling me?
- I haven't put it all together yet.
But, yes, it does involve Tag and two other people,
both of whom have been linkedto Edge.
He's up to something. I just don't know exactly what.
- I could help you figure out if, in fact,
he was up to something dangerous or illegal.
- Are you sure you want to do that?
He is very dangerous.
- Look, if it's gonna keep him from hurting other people, yes,
I'm in.
- And Kyle's okay with this? - No. No.
It's just best to keep this between us for now.
- Okay.
I happen to know that we have
a ton of rocky road in the freezer,
and I can't handle it all by myself.
- You think I'm six?
- No.
But I will say that I have, as recently as this morning,
kind of wished that you were.
- I don't know how to fix this.
I don't know what to do.
I hurt Jon...
bad.
I can still hear his bones snapping.
He's my brother, and I did that to him.
- It was an accident. - And Tag?
That was an accident, too, right?
- It's not your fault.
- Mom, I just had to look Sarah in the eye,
and all she wanted was the truth,
and I just had to lie to her...
to the one friend I even have.
You know, I-I think...
I think some stupid part of me actually thought
that the powers would bring me closer to people,
but all they really do is bring me farther away.
- Come here, kid.
- [crying]
I just want it to end.
- I know. - [continues crying]
[high-pitched ringing]
- Jordan. Jordan.
Clark! Clark!
[Jordan grunting]
- Jordan. Jordan.
- [grunting]
- I have to get him to the fortress.
[dramatic music]
♪
- Greg, move your head.