Marshall Mouthers gets out of a car and yells over, "How could you betray me?" Yeah, Brittany Murphy, how could you have sex in the studio with that wannabe record promoter! Oh, wait, wrong Marshall. This one's upset that Clark blabbed his secret to Chloe and now she wants to interview Marshall. Clark doesn't know what he's talking about. He's Slim Spacey, the real Slim Spacey, all the other Slim Spaceys are just imitatin', Clark! Marshall's worried that he's gonna be put back in the asylum again. "I never should have trusted you," Marshall says, menacingly. He's gonna quash the beef and fuckin' kill you! Clark has said this isn't the time or place for this, and now just looks annoyed. Lana calls Clark over. The horse is twitching. Marshall asks what's wrong with the horse. Clark says they don't know, and that the vet is en route. Marshall walks over, bends down next to Lana, and takes off his skullcap. He lies down with his ear to the horse's chest. It would be hilarious if he just feel asleep here and was using the horse as a pillow. Instead, he whispers to the horse that there's no need for people poking and prodding. Unless it's for fun. "I'll make it better," Marshall says. He puts his hands together and presses them on the horse, Mr. Miyagi-style. Overhead shot of a yellow/orange glow emanating from where the hands are touching the horse. Boss Man, is the white mouse still alive? Am I gonna have to walk the Green Mile by myself? I'm so scared, Boss. Lana is freaked out. Marshall has his eyes closed and those huge headphones still around his neck. Clark stares more intently than usual. Wondrous music plays. Marshall suddenly looks spent. The horse gets up quickly. "Man, that was freaky!" the horse thinks. The horse whinnies and Lana nuzzles him. Clark stares off into (immediate) space. Commercials.
Is Toys 'R Us even still open? I've never though having a giraffe as a mascot was a good idea unless you're selling neckware or ways to grab things from high places.
Kent kitchen. Clark is asking why Bo Duke is so skeptical about this mouthy new alien they've got in town. Bo's bovine cup is in effect! Bo says that the whole healing thing is like something out of an old revival meeting. Yeah, Bo only believes the unbelievable when strength and destruction are involved. The vet gave the horse a clean bill of health. MamaKent notes that Marshall wouldn't be the first person in town with unusual abilities. I'd really rather be watching that new X-Men movie right now. Clark says that Marshall may not be from town. He says it's crazy and all, but he's starting to think the boy might really be an alien. Clark thinks he might be from Krypton, in fact. Bo looks at Clark like he's the dumbest person in creation, which -- in this instance, at least -- isn't really fair. Bo asks why Clark thinks that. "He said he was," Clark tells him. Oh, well, fine then. Clark says he didn't use the name exactly, but Clark reminds them (and viewers who missed the last episode) that he didn't know what it was called either until Christopher Reeve's guest appearance. Clark tells his folks that he saw Marshall start a fire with his eyes. "What about strength or speed?" MamaKent asks. Well, those are kind of low, but he's got an 18 Dexterity! Bo stops Clark as he answers to platitude the boy into submission. Bo says that even Clark doesn't have the ability to heal. Clark theorizes that different alien beings might develop differently. MamaKent reminds Clark about Christopher Reeve's statement that Clark was the last survivor from his planet. Clark wonders if the scientist might be wrong. "Don'tcha see?" Clark begins. I moan in annoyance. Clark says that if this is true, it means he's not alone anymore. Clark is practically an Al Green song. Bo and MamaKent exchange a look like, "What are we, then?" Clark stares. This episode's director really likes Clark's face.