as retold by RepairmanBob
TW: Back at the hospital.
AoT: Again.
TW: Well, if someone (glares at KK) hadn’t held production up for two weeks, we would have more money for sets.
KK: What about John? You said we both held up production!
TW: We figured John’s assaults into the budget after last year. We just took the money out of Erica’s wardrobe -
MR: That explains all the sports bras!
TW: And Allison’s hair and make-up.
MR: Which explains a lot.
AM: Damnit!
JG: Chloe is in a bed, waking up. Clark is sitting next to her. She looks at Clark, and smiles. “Wow, does GreenK always hurt that much?”
TW: Clark frowns. “Chloe what were you thinking? You are still getting your stomach wound, and you pull this?”
JG: Chloe is surprised. “Clark, I was helping! That meteor gas was killing you!”
MR: Gas can be painful.
AoT: Especially yours.
TW: “You almost died. Again. The doctor said you put a tremendous strain on your system by taking my pain. Chloe, you need to promise me you will never do anything like that again.”
JG: Chloe gets her serious face. “Clark, I cannot promise that.”
TW: Clark looks like he has been slapped.
JG: “You, me, everyone for fifty mile around – they all would have died or been infected if I stood still and did nothing. Tao of Spock: The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few. If I have to put myself at risk to do that, then so be it. Tell me you wouldn’t do the same.”
TW: Clark looks pissed.
JG: Chloe smiles, trying to deflect. “Enough sad talk. Did you get what we need to get Lex fitted for a lifetime of orange jumpsuits?”
TW: Clark hands Chloe her laptop. She looks at it, and sees new Level 33.1 files on the desktop.
JG: “See? Now isn't this worth it?”
TW: “No, Chloe. No it isn’t. I have lost my dad. I have lost Lana. I lost Lois. Today, I almost lost you. I can’t do this again, Chloe. I will not let you keep taking these risks!”
JG: “You aren’t my babysitter or my father!”
TW: Clark leaves in a huff.
JG: Chloe looks annoyed, and picks up her cell phone from a bedside table. “Jimmy? Hi, it’s Chloe. Any chance you could come by?… No, I’m not at the apartment. It’s a funny story, actually.”
JG: Martha and her CoS back in Washington.
AoT: This better be a long scene, or I am not going to be happy.
TW: Well, we were going to have Martha talk to her CoS about her worries about being a political rookie…
AoT: Keep talking.
JG: Then the CoS gives motivational speech about all the good work Martha can to by being honest to the values that got her where she is.
KK: Like taking two unelected offices from dead men?
MR: Or making deals with Lionel?
AoT: Morally vague! Perfect!
TW: Tell you what, Annette. Why don’t you write this up? If there is anyone on this cast you has a shot at an Emmy, it would be you.
AM: Hey!
TW: Just write whatever you want, so we can put an Emmy tape together at the end of the season.
AM: Why can’t I write my own scenes and make an Emmy tape!
AoT: When you can make The Rock scream for his mommy, sweetie, we will talk about writing your own scenes.
JG: Jimmy visits Chloe in the hospital. “Chlo, what happened! You said –“
TW: “Not a big deal! I worked too many hours, got a little dizzy and Clark insisted I come in for a check up. How did you get here so quickly?”
JG: Jimmy is visibly agitated. “”I just got into town. Are sure you are –
TW: “I’m fine! How did your story go?”J
G: “My what? Oh, the polar bears. Fine, just fine.”
TW: Chloe looks concerned. “Jimmy, are you ok?”
JG: “Yeah, just had a little too much coffee on the flight. What is the story you were talking about on the phone?”
TW: Chloe is distracted by the talk of her story.
AM: Chloe doesn’t get distracted!
AoT: Unless it is about a story.
TW: “Check this out, Jimmy.” She shows him her laptop. “We can tie Lex to the disaster at Reeves Dam!”
JG: “Wow, Chlo!” Starts reading. “Can you prove all of this?”
TW: “I need you to tie up a few loose ends for me before you give it to Kahn. Can you help me out?”
JG: “Sure, bright eyes.” They share a hideous, sappy smile and ignore the fact they are both lying through their shiny, white teeth.
KK: I think I am going to be sick. Way too much sugar. (gags)
MR: I thought the Clark and Lana scenes were bad.
AM: I still think Chloe should have picked up the Jimmy was hiding something.
JG: I just want this scene to be done.
TW: Agreed.
AM: Why do you all hate Jimmy?
MR: He’s clueless.
AoT: He takes my screen time.
TW: And mine.
JG: I dislike twins. (Cast looks at him.) What? They creep me out.
KK: I just hate you, and you love Jimmy.
TW: Washington DC. Clark and Martha are talking about Chloe. Clark is worried about Chloe's increasingly strange behavior.
JG: Martha reminds Clark of everything Choe has been through, since he, like our audience, is none too bright. (Starts to sing, tune of London Bridges) Chloe turned into a freak
KK: Her cross-dressing boyfriend is a geek
AM: He didn't -
KK: Bother to call this week
MR: Her life sucks ass.
JG: Chloe got trapped in Lex's lab
TW: Her guts got poked -
MR: But we saw her abs
AoT: Her mom came and left, so they don't gab
MR+KK+JG+TW+AoT: Her life sucks ass.
AM: Can we just stop
KK: Like her career?
AoT: Lois got her screen time, from what I hear.
TW: She got a stomach wound from that ditz
AM: I need a beer.
MR+KK+JG+TW+AoT: Her life sucks ass!
KK: That was fun!
TW: Clark says he feels like he is responsible for what happened to Chloe, he brough all the meteor rocks to earth, lalala the usual self-hating guilt from Clark.
JG: Martha yells at him. Cool, there is even a Clark Jerome Kent! She tells him to stop being a baby, and to act mature.
TW: (Looks at script) She does not tell him to stop being a baby!
JG: Not in so many word, but the subtext is clear. Martha reminds Clark of all the people he has saved, and tells him to give Chloe time to deal with everything she has been through. It is not Clark's fault Chloe was inflected by the meteor rocks.
TW: Clark wonders how much meteor rock there is in Smallville, and how many more people like Chloe will be inflected and end up in Belle Reve.
Continued...
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