Clark and Chloe are walking outside school. He asks if she's seen Pete. Chloe says she hasn't, and that she found something weird: Bubba had a visitor before he flatlined. Dr. Hamilton. "The meteor freak?" Clark asks. Chloe has put it all together, even though she says, "It's not exactly smoking gun..." Clark says he's going to go check out Hamilton. Chloe starts to talk, but when she turns around, Clark is already gone, having superspeeded away in front of dozens of students. Nice.
Hamilton's fun science lab. He pulls out a syringe and takes off the top. "What are you doing?" Pete asks. Hamilton says his spasms are from prolonged exposure to meteor rocks. He says he's going to give Pete a dose of the green stuff, too. He says that what happens to Pete will make his own tremors look like a minor twitch. Pete says he knows nothing. Hammy thinks Pete is lying. Pete, breaking down, says he's got something to say. He grits his teeth. Pete takes a moment. Then he tells Hammy to stick that needle wherever the hell he wants, because he's not telling Hamilton a damn thing. Wow, double minor-expletive. Hamilton hesitates. Then he squirts some gunk out of the needle and holds the needle at a horizontal, flat angle, toward Pete's neck. Suspense! More commercials.
Needle! Neck! We need a hero! Clark busts through the door, Transporter-style, sending wood flying everywhere. "Pete!" he calls. I have a friend from high school named Pete, and a few weeks ago when we visited, he karaoke'd "Sweet Transvestite." We were all yelling out, "Pete Transvestite!" Guess you had to be there. "Put the needle down!" Clark yells. Hamilton says not until Pete tells him what he knows. A kid just busted through your door with superhuman strength and you still don't know whom the ship belongs to? Clark uses his now-finely-honed heat-spurt vision to make the needle very, very hot. Hamilton screams and the needle shatters. If I'm not mistaken, some of that green stuff hit Pete. Clark walks over, punches Hamilton in the gut, and sends him the requisite thirty feet through the air into a bunch of steel barrels. About par for the course. Clark unties Pete, but his hands come across some meteor fragment juice. Clark holds his gnarly hand. Hamilton sees what's going on and comes over. Clark falls on all the pretty lab equipment. Pete asks what's wrong. "I'm allergic to meteor rocks," he moans. Hamilton grabs a whole mason jar of green liquid (maybe it's just lemon-lime Kool-Aid) and threatens to pour it on Clark. "This ship is yours, isn't it?" he asks. "Open it!" Pete grabs a big metal canister and clocks Hamilton on the back. Hamilton falls on his own equipment. He should really have all that stuff on shelves or something. As Hamilton lies on the ground, some green liquid falls on his forehead, creating a flat set of lines on his worrying forehead. As Clark and Pete get up, Hamilton starts to jitter just like Jitterman, and just like in all those Tool videos. As Pete and Clark hug and flail, Pete says they've gotta get out of there. Clark wants to help Hamilton. Pete tries to get close, but Hamilton's shaking abruptly stops. He was shake-n-baked. "It's too late. He's dead. Come on!" Pete says, which is more along the lines of his usual dialogue load per episode. They make tracks.