Our eyes on the ground report target is in Smallville, sir.
Right on schedule.
So, what are you in the mood for?
Oh, I'm in the mood.
Just not for breakfast.
Lois.
The bedroom's upstairs.
Mm-hm.
But the porch swing is out there.
Target is on the move.
He's heading for the Kent farm.
Target closing in on farmhouse.
- Daddy. - General Lane.
- And Lucy. - Happy Turkey Day, sis.
Great. The whole Lane family is together for the holidays.
Don't be nervous. Your dad just wants to spend time with you.
He's interested in doing recon on the man dating his daughter.
Hopefully someone's monogram jacket has vanished.
Your dad has met me before.
Before we were a couple. None of my boyfriends...
have survived the general's assault. - I'll be fine.
Fine? "Fine" won't pass inspection. You have to be perfect.
It's important to me that my dad likes you.
It's important to me that you're happy. There's nothing to worry about.
Except maybe if he finds out that you're a superhero.
My dad hates superheroes.
- Hey. - Oh, that's a good cup of coffee.
Make yourself at home, Daddy.
Your sister's still upstairs unpacking. She could be all day.
It's good to see you, sir.
So nothing much has changed around here.
You mother still own the place?
- It is in her name, but I... - I see.
You live in your mother's house...
and you work in a basement. Is that correct?
Well, it is the bullpen at the Daily Planet.
I work side by side with Lois.
Ah.
She seems to write more articles than you.
What exactly do you do with your time, Clark?
Hey, Daddy, uh, Clark and I work together a lot.
He just gives me the byline sometimes, and that's just how sweet he is.
- We look after each other. - Good.
Because if Lois is gonna be spending any time around here...
I've had a look around.
There's a few things that are gonna have to be brought up to code.
Like scrubbing the bathroom tile with a toothbrush?
That's number 17 on the list.
- You're not kidding. - No, I never do.
Though I feel a little uncomfortable inspecting the enemy camp.
Your mother is my major opposition in the senate.
Oh, does this mean you're finally running for office, Daddy?
No, sweetheart. I'm the senior military adviser on a new bill:
The Vigilante Registration Act.
And by "vigilante" you mean...?
Vigilantes. Weekend warriors in masks who run around inciting anarchy.
Well, I don't think they incite anarchy.
- They stop crime, protect people. - And they commit acts of terrorism.
Like the RAO Tower in Metropolis, blown to kingdom come.
No evidence of explosives. You wanna know why?
- Because one of them super-freaks did it. - You know what?
Since we're pretending it's a holiday...
what say we make it official and take a furlough from work?
Clark, do you know who the real heroes of the world are?
The men and women of our Armed Forces. They have to enlist...
go through background checks, training. There are rules.
Be held accountable for their actions.
People start believing in these so-called superheroes...
soon the superheroes form cells...
start taking the law into their own hands.
No, I will not let them compromise our national security. Mm-mm.
Lois, what do you think?
I think we need some veggies with our starches.
Baked or mashed?
Whatever the general would like, of course.
You know, when you need first aid...
you expect it to be in the first place you look.
It's over here.
Look at this. New chairs. Got a whole new setup going on.
When I said you could move in, I didn't think you'd actually move in.
Take off your shirt.
Like I haven't seen it all before.
- Looks like you had a rough night. - Yeah.
Somewhere between chasing the bad guy and dodging the press...
I ran into someone who literally had an ax to grind.
That sounds like some serious overtime.
But if I remember correctly, your cure-all was two raw eggs in a Belgian beer, hmm?
Let me tell you something, Tess. I can do this whole 9-to-5 thing with you...
but I draw the line at happy hour.
- How did you say you hurt yourself? - Just your typical ax-wielding maniac.
Scratched the surface.
Something's happening beneath the surface.
Your skin is reacting to the iodine.
It's a sub-dermal tattoo.
Oliver, I've seen this before. This is the signal for the Suicide Squad.
Suicide Squad, huh?
- That's a hell of a name. - They're a hell of a team.
When I was working for Amanda Waller...
there were certain dirty jobs a government agent couldn't do.
Not even us. And Waller would send in the Squad.
They were led by Rick Flag.
But they all died when Checkmate was attacked.
Wait a second. Wait a second. I know this guy.
This guy tied me to a chair, beat me, and then wanted to kiss and make up.
I knew he got under my skin, but come on.
Wait, Flag survived?
He's recruiting a whole new squad.
- I politely declined. - If he tagged you, he's tracking you.
Something tells me I'm not the only one.
First of 10. Gillman hands the ball to Garcia. Garcia up the left.
The Bullets hold Garcia at the 30 with a good stick.
The Sharks have to start passing if...
We interrupt this scheduled program for breaking news.
A fire has broken out at a refinery in Smallville, and firefighters...
Clark should see this. Remind him what a real hero is.
- Hey. - Hey. They were all out of cranberries.
The store must've had a fire sale, huh, Clark?
Sending a massive plume of thick black smoke...
billowing into the air.
Firefighters are struggling to gain control of the flames...
- Where's Clark? - He went upstairs.
Leave you holding the bags?
What happened to being a gentleman, hmm?
Update on the refinery blaze. The fire is out, thanks to the Blur.
And now we go to Sarah for more...
Leave it to the Blur to turn a fire into a photo op.
Continue the investigation of the incident.
Found the cranberries. They were in the truck.
Where were they, honey? Under the hood?
Hmm.
I thought you said that Clark went upstairs?
Yeah, he was upstairs, outside.
- Checking the chimney. - Thanks.
Excuse me.
It's not a good time.
You're where?
I'll be right there.
Lois, I need to go chop some wood.
Get me a workup on Clark Kent, Kilo-Echo-November-Tango.
He's hiding something.
It's exactly what I was afraid of.
Flag's tracking me too?
Which is a bit surprising considering your impermeable skin.
He must've used Blue Kryptonite.
Oliver, we have to figure out why he's tracking us.
Tess is working on that back at Watchtower, which...
I appreciate the help, but she's running around there like she owns the building.
If it wasn't for her, we wouldn't know about these tattoos.
We wouldn't even be on Flag's trail.
You gotta go.
- What, the window? What are we, 16? - Now.
Lucy?
Lucy.
Did I hear you up here talking to someone, Clark?
No. It's just me.
Good, because I only brought one lemonade.
I thought you could use the refreshment.
Thanks.
The general give you a list?
Yeah, I'm afraid so.
He likes to test Lois' boyfriends.
He's convinced they all have something to hide.
So far, no one's passed.
I'll be the first.
Well, if anyone can do it, I'm sure you can.
You've grown into quite a man in the past six years, Clark.
I'm sure Lois could use your help.
I think I've earned a 10-minute break.
Lucy.
Well, at least show me around the barn.
Well, there's really not much to see.
Ahem. Really?
- Lois, your sister just... - Ambushed you.
Well, this has Lucy written all over it.
In backstabbing, bitch-berry lip gloss.
You, come with me.
Ow!
Lois, not so tight.
So, what, you thought I would catch you two tongue wrestling...
and then have a big fight with Clark? - Lois...
Just save it.
Now, the only reason that I am keeping you around is for Dad.
So go make yourself useful and get us some ice.
- There's ice in the freezer. - Dad likes crushed.
Chop and stack one cord of wood.
Sir, yes, sir.
Careful Dad doesn't catching you making with the kung fu there, Paul Bunyan.
I'm sorry about what happened with Lucy.
It wasn't your fault.
Still, you can put out a burning building, but you can't contain her hot lips?
She surprised me.
You know what's a bigger surprise, is that you couldn't stand up to your dad.
Unless you actually agree with his Vigilante Registration Act.
Clark, I am just trying to get through this holiday without a fight.
- You either agree with him or you don't. - I don't.
But this means something to the general, so please do not make me choose sides.
You were somebody who stood up for what you believed in.
When it comes to your father, you do the same thing he does.
- You make your choices based on fear. - Hey, just because you don't have a...
A what, Lois? Were you gonna say father?
Okay, what I am trying to say is that you haven't had to deal...
with a family for a really long time.
All you have to answer to is yourself.
Clark, if you wanna be with me, you're gonna have to deal with my family too.
I hope you can respect that.
I'm surprised the general's daughter would leave herself open to attack.
Always watch your 6, Ms. Lane.
- Who are you? - Sorry. I'm, uh, Colonel Richard Stafford.
I'm sorry if I startled you.
I'm posted nearby, at Fort Ryan.
I'm here because we think he can help us.
Thanks to his influence, your father is crucial...
to Congress passing anti-vigilante legislation.
But right now, he's in serious danger.
We need to get him off that farm and away from Clark Kent.
- Clark? - Kent is a vigilante sympathizer.
Whether he knows it or not, he's helping agitators who want nothing more...
than to stop your father from completing his current mission.
That's a very serious accusation.
Do you have proof?
- Get this to your father. - Why not just deliver it to him yourself?
We don't want to arouse Kent's suspicions.
For your father's protection, it's best if he not know...
that you got this from me.
Just tell him you found it on the farm. He'll know what to do.
Could you also plant this on him?
It's a homing device. It'll help us track and protect him.
The U.S. Army is depending on you, Lucy.
And so is your father.
You can count on me.
Go make your father proud.
I intercepted a Suicide Squad transmission.
Flag's planning on killing someone, but we need to decode this before he does.
- Yep. - Come on.
Chloe would have this finished, like, yesterday.
Oliver, I'm trying to help you, and you keep acting like I'm the enemy.
Well, I'm just trying to get used to all the changes around here, okay?
Look, I come here, and I think of Chloe, all right?
I think of all the time that I spent here with her, and I just...
Just...
It's hard for me being here with someone else, okay?
Okay.
And I'm not trying to take her place, Oliver.
But at some point, you need to start treating me...
like I'm on your side.
General?
List completed and accounted for, sir.
Clark.
Have a seat, son.
Let's get down to brass tacks.
Lois likes to date men of action, men who make the news.
Now, you, Clark, you just report the news.
Why would she be possibly interested in you?
Why don't you ask her, sir?
I asked somebody at the Pentagon instead.
Guess what he came up with.
Nothing.
Nobody's record's that clean.
Unless they had somebody higher up wipe it out.
Somebody, let's say, like a U.S. senator. Hmm?
Excuse me, sir, but what gives you the right to spy on us?
Well, I'm a four-star general, Clark, and a war hero.
I know a smokescreen when I see one.
Now, nobody could've done this list by themselves.
You're searching for enemies where they don't exist.
- Just like your vigilante witch-hunt. - I was talking about you, Clark.
Why would you bring up vigilantes?
Lucy found this in your loft.
Huh?
You're in league with them, aren't you?
I'm not on trial, Sam.
You wanna protect the United States, but as soon as you're threatened...
everyone else's rights go out the window?
No wonder Lois is too afraid to be herself around you.
You questioning my relationship with my daughter?
- You have been questioning me all day. - It's my right to protect my family.
It may be your right...
but you're wrong to think that we don't belong together.
I love your daughter, and I don't want a day to go by where I'm not with her.
Well, I hope you enjoyed today...
because it's the last day you'll ever spend with her.
I did everything I could to make today work.
I dealt with my family, I helped the Blur, I even found my inner Iron Chef...
and all I asked, the only thing you had to do was deal with my dad for one day.
Lois, your dad had me investigated by the Pentagon.
He has surveillance photos of me with Kara. She's in her costume.
I think your sister planted them in the loft.
I thought it would be a good idea if we all went to your place tonight...
without Clark.
I'll meet you in the car, Daddy.
Thank you, sweetheart.
Come on, let's go.
That's an order, young lady.
Can't we stay and work this out?
There's nothing to work out.
Your friend Clark is a dishonest man.
And he has dangerous friends.
And when the vigilantes try and take over this country with anarchy...
he's gonna go down with them.
So come on now. Let's go.
I am sorry, Clark.
The general is leaving the farm, sir.
Which means Clark Kent won't be able to Blur to his rescue.
The Blur may be faster than a speeding bullet...
but I bet he can't outrun this.
Please, Dad, go back and talk to him. It's Clark. You know him.
- I can't do that, Lo. - Why?
Because he's in league with masked vigilantes.
When he pays the price for this, I do not want you to get hurt.
Not all of your vigilantes are bad.
Why do you have to go to DEFCON 1? You haven't met a single one of them.
Can you stop running damage control? We are just trying to protect you.
Back off, Lucy. Or do you happen to have some compromising photos of me...
that you'd like to share with the class?
Please, both of you.
Trust me, Clark is not who you think he is. Now, a couple calls to the NSA...
and we'll find out what he's hiding. - It doesn't matter, because I love Clark.
Everything you need to know about him is standing right in front of you.
Talk to me. The only thing that matters is how I feel.
Lois...
I appreciate that you like straight talk...
so I will give it to you in one razor-sharp line.
I am staying with Clark, and if you love me...
you will respect that.
Daddy, let's go.
And the rockets' red glare.
Bombs bursting in air.
Gave proof through the night.
That our flag was still there.
Missile is locked on target, sir.
There's only one tattooed hero at that address.
I'm the target.
It doesn't make any sense.
Flag would try to recruit you before he'd try and kill you, Clark.
And how can you be sure?
Flag spends so much time on the front lines...
with super-powered people, that he identifies with them.
To him, you're all freedom fighters...
and he would attack anyone that threatens that.
Presidents, senators, the military, it doesn't matter.
There's about to be a new law, the Vigilante Registration Act.
Its biggest supporter is in Smallville right now.
It's General Sam Lane.
God bless America.
Lois!
- Daddy? - Oh, my God.
The Blur saved your life.
We hit the building, but not the target.
General Lane survived.
Damn it.
It's over, Flag. We know you blew up that building.
It's a classy move, attacking your own country.
I did it for my country.
Kill Lane, kill a movement.
That Registration Act is nothing but a weapon...
to profile, hunt and destroy us.
- We don't need a history lesson. - Well, apparently you do, Shamrock.
You've become the politicians' poster boy for full disclosure.
They're gonna be on your doorstep soon, holding you up as a volunteer.
Get all the other heroes to stand up and be counted...
and be killed.
- We're not gonna let that happen. - If the bill passes, it already has.
Don't you see?
America's turning against us.
We have got to fight back, show strength...
make them choose us as their leaders.
You'll only be stirring up anti-hero hysteria.
Violence isn't the answer.
Violence is the only answer.
And more and more superheroes are coming over to my side.
- Lo, can we talk? - That depends.
Can you form a sentence without lying to my face?
I can't believe that I almost got you killed.
Let's not forget the Talon shock: An awful missile makeover.
Who would've known fire insurance didn't cover mortar fire?
I'll replace everything you lost, Lois. I promise.
Just like you're gonna make Clark and I trust you again?
Look, Lucy, I'm not happy that you went behind our backs again.
But I do get trying to protect Dad.
Our larger-than-life hero needing someone to protect him?
Who wouldn't wanna do that?
- I should've told you what was going on. - Yeah.
But I thought that if I helped Dad on my own...
he'd stop seeing me as...
The troublemaker?
Okay, I know I came down on you pretty hard, Lu.
But I think that a part of me sort of liked the fact...
that you turned into the troublemaker...
because I was finally able to be the good one.
When you say it all out loud, it's just...
Well, it sounds really exhausting.
Yeah, I...
I think we were so busy trying to be the perfect daughter...
that we forgot how to be sisters.
No, Lois. You're a great sister.
I thought you said no happy hour.
Yeah, but I'm still on the clock, so, ha, ha...
So I was curious, you hear anything about that tattoo-removal research?
I have Emil looking into it.
- Okay. - No need to worry, my friend.
I think it's a little early for "friend."
Friendly, I can do that. Be friendly.
I'll take it.
I was beginning to think the best that I could do was frienemy.
- I don't even know what that means. - Ha.
We've, uh... We've survived tax audits and typhoons together, Tess.
I think we're practically like family at this point.
We've come a long way.
From the middle of the ocean to the top of the city.
I can work with that.
You know, this place is sort of like an island, isn't it?
It's just too bad I gotta vote myself off.
I don't understand.
It's a funny thing about Green Arrow showing his face to everyone.
Now everyone wants to stick theirs in my business...
and peek in my window, and...
What if someone sees me come in here? Watchtower, I mean.
There are people who count on this place remaining secret.
They count on that for their safety.
They didn't step out into the limelight like I did.
That wouldn't really be fair to them, would it?
After everything you've told me about Chloe...
and what this place means to you...
that must be a really hard decision to make.
But it's the right one.
Watchtower's in good hands, Tess.
Clark. I owe you an apology.
I'm not so set in my ways that I can't appreciate...
the way you stood up to me earlier.
And you were right, I have not always been a perfect father.
- No, sir, I... - I needed to hear that.
Nobody's had the guts to talk to me like that since my wife passed away.
You must really miss her.
Every day.
But, thankfully, I can see my Ella in our daughters' faces.
- Can I give you some advice, Clark? - Yeah.
Going to war...
having to deal with the rush of battle and the struggle to save lives...
it made coming home and doing the simple things difficult.
But, you know, it's funny.
It's the simple things, like taking a walk or dancing with your wife...
tucking in the kids, that make us human.
Now, don't get me wrong. I've loved serving our country.
I even got to be a hero a couple times.
But if I had to do it over again...
I'd spend more time with the family.
Your girls love you, sir. You're their hero.
But I think Lois has got herself a brand-new hero now, huh?
I almost lost her tonight.
But by the grace of God...
we're all gonna get to have ourselves a home-cooked Thanksgiving meal.
And that's all thanks to the Blur, hmm?
So Lois being saved by a vigilante, that will change your mind on the bill?
Well, I gotta admit, I kind of like her having her own private guardian angel.
But not every hero has the Blur's code of honor.
Not all politicians have yours.
Some will use the law to destroy people.
I'm a military man, Clark.
I have to believe that when push comes to shove, America will do the right thing.
Kind of like Lois did the right thing by you tonight.
For years, I've been giving her boyfriends an impossible list of chores to do.
Not to test them.
To test Lois?
Those poor bastards, I put them through hell.
Lois never said a thing.
That's how I knew she didn't love them.
About Lois and I...
there's a question I was hoping to ask you.
No more hiding in the shadows.
That's a declaration of war.
Go.