Underground lab. Chloe skulks around, shining a flashlight over the disarray of upended tables and equipment. A dozen or so monitors are on, but show only static. Tess emerges from the darkness behind Chloe. "Last time I checked, this was private property." Chloe turns to face her with a smirk. "Looks like Tess Mercer's skeleton is finally crawling out of the closet." Say what? Tess chuckles. "Speaking of being 'hidden in the closet,' how's Oliver doing these days?" Out and proud, thanks. Chloe doesn't rise to the bait, though, and instead turns the conversation to Checkmate. "That must really suck to be on the outs of your own walls," Chloe says with obvious enjoyment. Tess thinks Chloe should know from experience, and somehow manages to discern that Clark must have found her Kryptonite stash since she's not "cuddling up" to her own computers. The dialog is bad, the logic is bad, let's just press on. Chloe seems to agree with me and drops the verbal sparring. The lab is the last place she sent Clark, she says. She peers around with her flashlight some more and sees a blob of red Kryptonite. "I should have known Clark took a walk down the ruby red road," she sighs. "That explains his lack of edit button." Tess is confused until Chloe explains that red meteor turns Clark into a bad, bad boy. I'm sure Tess, upstanding citizen that she is, will never use that knowledge to her benefit. The conversation segues awkwardly into Tess knowing Clark isn't her "knight in shining armor." "Which is why I made my own all-purpose bodyguard." Instead of latching onto this revelation, Chloe makes a dig about Clark outing himself and the Kryptonians. They come to the realization that they need to work together. Or something.
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.