Weekend at Bernie's. Ice is accumulating on Vala's skin. She gasps for breath. Bernie walks back into the room looking for Lois. She sneaks up behind him, turns him around, and punches him in the face. She punches him a couple more times then kicks him into some machinery. Sparks fly. While Bernie is seemingly incapacitated, Lois rushes over to Vala. She fiddles with the shower stall of doom, trying to figure out how to open it, when Bernie whacks her across the back of the head with a metal tray. Clang! Lois falls over a table and lands with a grunt and a thud on the floor. She's now conveniently unconscious, so you know Clark's going to show up soon. Bernie takes the time to go check out Zod and sees his Kandorian tag. "You're one of them," he says. Or maybe he just likes wearing jewelry with arcane symbols. You don't know! Bernie moves his eyes around to show us he's paranoid. "You aliens are everywhere!" He dons a black rubber apron and matching gloves. Trés chic! He goes on about the aliens infiltrating the planet, and how they don't belong there, and how they're taking all the jobs from hard-working middle-class Americans. Or something like that. "Your invasion stops now," he says, pulling on his gas mask. He picks up a really gnarly mechanized saw and advances on Zod, but a mysterious whoosh distracts him. When he looks around, he sees that Lois has disappeared. But apparently he doesn't think this is odd enough that he should stop his work, which is to carve up Zod like an Easter ham. Clark knocks Bernie out of the way before he can make spiral cut one. Bernie gets back up and raises his saw high overhead. He takes a step forward and the saw blade catches some electrical wiring. Sparks and smoke shoot out. Bernie convulses before dropping to the ground, a wisp of smoke rising out of the broken lens of his mask. That... was kind of dumb.
Clark watches the whole thing with a frown, then turns away, pausing briefly to take note of the Kryptonite spikes lying on a nearby table. He frees Vala from her shower stall of doom and carries her over to a gurney that's set up under some heat lamps. Why would Bernie have heat lamps lying around? Hell if I know. "You're gonna be all right," Clark assures her. She's all blue and crusty, but alive, so Clark heads over to Zod. "You're gonna get what you wanted," Zod chokes out. "I'll never see the sun rise on your planet again." Clark says Jor-El's last wish was to save Zod's life. (Well, he said "Save Zod," which I think he meant in the spiritual/figurative sense.) Clark says he's going to take Zod to a hospital, but Zod grabs his hand. "You can't save me," he says. Clark frowns as Zod's hand goes limp in his own. Clark calls his name, but there's no response. Zod looks very sweet-faced and young, and peaceful. Clark looks devastated. Somehow, he comes up with the idea to jam one of the Kryptonite spikes into his hand. Kneeling down beside Zod, he lets the blood course down his fingers and drip into Zod's wound. The wound glows with bright light and heals so perfectly that even the mess of Zod's blood vanishes. Clark seems surprised that it worked, but not as surprised as Zod, who sucks in a great breath as he comes back to life. Clark staggers back. Zod stands, looking at his healed body. Huh, I wonder what's up with that scar down the middle of Callum Blue's chest? Anyway, Clark and Zod stare at each other for a while, all opened-mouthed and panting. Then Clark ruins the moment with words: "Welcome back." Commercials.