Zod's warehouse headquarters. Zod holds a lead-sheathed Kryptonite dagger he must have pilfered from the storage yard when we weren't looking. He unsheathes the dagger and immediately begins to feel pukey. He covers it back up, right quick. Clark whooshes up behind him. Zod, without turning, tries to smarten up the show by quoting some Kierkegaard: "Irony: the cleaning baptism that redeems the soul." Clark's like, "I thought irony was when it rains on your wedding day!" Zod seems delighted that the only thing on Earth that can harm them is a piece of their own planet. Clark whooshes up to him and grabs him by the throat, pissed that Zod had lied to him about having powers. "How'd you get them?" "From you," Zod says, pulling Clark's hand away. "From your blood." Clark slowly walks around Zod, giving him the once-over. Then he gives him the twice-over, because he liked what he saw the first time. Zod rambles on about how Clark's such a contradiction: "Dedicating your life to the greater good, and at the same time deceiving the ones you love the most." On our planet, that's called hypocrisy. Clark sniffs about Zod deceiving him. Zod just stands there and lets Clark look over all of him. "Oh, come on, Kal-El," he says tauntingly, "you've become far too calculating to play the naïve farm boy." Lordy, this is one crappy bass line away from being porn. He says Clark's friends fear him because they don't understand him. Zod turns and walks up to Clark, whispering, "You need me. Who else in your world has ever truly been your equal?" Zod starts pumping Clark's... ego... by talking about him in godly terms, and the humans as mere mortals. Clark seems to like the way this is all going. Zod proposes they use Clark's map to destroy the Kryptonite weapons. How did he know about any of that? Zod makes a case for Clark joining him over his human friends. Clark thinks about it for a while, staring at Zod. Zod swallows hard, hoping against hope that Clark chooses him, but trying not to look too desperate. Finally, Clark holds out his hand and they clasp each other's elbows in agreement. Then they stare into each other's eyes for about an hour.
Episode Report CardTippi Blevins: C+ | 1262 USERS: B-
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