01x23 - Black Flamingo

[bunniefuu]

[music continues]

[dramatic music]

(male #1)

the way to function..

..to think.

Open your mind..

and let me in.

I'm your guide.

[indistinct chatter]

[clamoring]

Senator..

(male #1 on recorder) I'm

your guide. Let me show you.

[cocks g*n]

- Senator Roker, look out.

- Whoa!

[g*nsh*t]

[all screaming]

- I'm sorry.

- Sorry?

Son, you may have

just saved my life.

[g*nsh*t]

[screaming continues]

[g*nsh*t]

[theme music]

[laughing]

(male #1 on recorder)

I'm your guide.

Let me show you the way..

[dramatic music]

[upbeat music]

[indistinct chatter]

What do you mean

we're not dressed right?

[crowd booing]

Try to lighten

up Lana, huh.

You might decide

this is the real you.

If Clark saw me,

I wouldn't hear the end of it.

What do you expect?

Clark's radical

fashion statement's

a pair of socks

that don't match.

At least he's not here

with frizzed out hair.

I feel like such a dork.

We're not dorks,

we're punks.

And don't forget

why we're here.

Because somebody

opened up his big mouth

and promised the Shuster Herald

a photo spread..

about what goes on in

the mysterious Black Flamingo.

Who knew they'll make a big

deal out of three words

"No cameras allowed?"

That Monster bouncers were

frisking people at the door?

Or blue hair would

make my scalp itch?

You know, you ask

a lot of questions.

[bike engine revving]

[dramatic music]

[engine idling]

Back on the bike, slick.

We don't like you.

You or your ugly snake.

I don't care what

you say to me, alright.

My snake here,

he's kind of sensitive.

You have to

apologize to him.

Slick, we'll make you

eat that snake.

You're out of here.

Apology accepted, I think.

[music continues]

[punk rock music]

# Into the fire #

# Yesterday's news #

# One more desire #

# Walk in my shoes #

# No understanding #

# Lost in his soul #

# Once is forgotten #

# Twice is the cold #

# Come into my world #

# Sets as the dawn #

# Got out of their world #

# Sanity's gone #

# No one can see you #

# Time to be more #

# No one can hurt you #

# You're out in the cold #

Let's dance.

# In the cold #

# You're out in the cold #

# Let's goose the choir #

# Right in their pews #

# It's my desire #

# Walk in my shoes #

# No understanding #

# Lost in his soul #

Hey, I wonder who that is?

He walks around

like he owns the place.

# Twice is the cold #

That's the screen

I was telling you about.

Very impressive,

Mr. Dane.

# Get out of their world #

Follow me.

# No one can see you #

# You're out in the cold #

[people applauding]

[speaking in Russian]

As a matter of fact,

I am Russian.

Those two men that just

walked through here

one of them knew you.

Who were they?

That was Rocker Dane.

He owns the Black Flamingo.

What do you do for him?

I dance for him.

And you?

What is your story?

You see, three days ago

a punk rocker

tried to k*ll a senator.

That's unfortunate.

Well, he was brainwashed,

the kid was

and he was wearing

one of these.

We've dispensed

hundreds of these.

So many questions. Are you

a policeman or something?

Maybe I'm a friend.

Some free advice, friend.

Go. The Black Flamingo's

not a safe place to be.

Dasvidaniya.

Dasvidaniya.

[upbeat music]

Hey, babe,

wanna see my van?

Only in your

dreams, babe.

Trust me,

I grow on a woman.

Then, that makes you

a fungus.

Disappear.

Lana, you wanna dance?

Um..

- Both of you.

- Both of us?

- Leave.

- Why should we?

Ow!

How did you know

about my camera?

You know, you don't belong with

these people anymore than we do.

Who are you?

And why are you here?

[intense music]

(male #1 on speakers)

Welcome to the barrage.

Open your minds..

and let me in.

I will be your guide.

Let me show you the way.

The way to function..

to think..

to feel..

to long..

to hate..

to live..

to die..

(male #1 on speakers)

Welcome to the barrage.

You're listening

to eight tracks of my voice

digitally altered

by a secret process

that put them on a frequency

far beyond the range

the conscious mind

is able to comprehend.

The subconscious mind,

however, picked up every word.

Had you been trapped like

the test subject we sent

after Senator Roker,

you too would have become

our mindless sl*ve.

Most ingenious, Mr. Dane.

Subliminal mind control.

Extremely efficient.

Terrorism is a precise

science, Mr. Agar.

To function in today's world

our methods must be efficient.

(male #1 on speakers)

Welcome to the barrage.

Open your mind..

and let me in.

I'll will be your guide.

My success rate here improved

once I provided

a visual stimulus.

It gives the subject

something to focus on

while they're being

indoctrinated.

Well, I always found

the Flamingo a bit garish.

Butit seems

to fulfill the function.

(male #1 on speakers)

Whatever I ask..

you will do it.

Because you love me.

Because you are

devoted to me.

Because we are family.

That's the beauty

of it, you see.

The subjects don't realize

they had been indoctrinated.

Everyone on that floor

will be mine to command.

Yet, they will leave with

no memory of the Flamingo.

Think about it, Agar.

The power to mobilize

America's youth

into an army

of voice-activated t*rrorists.

Niet.

We will not let it happen.

Dane, what is

the meaning of this?

It seems my dear Natasha's,

true loyalties have never been

in my best interests.

I must admit, darling,

I was quite surprised

when I was informed

by my sources

that I had been

compromised by a Russian spy

who was working hand in hand

with American intelligence.

t*rrorists like you are the

enemies of all countries, Dane.

I've seen all I need to see.

[cocks g*n]

Shut it down now.

She means it, Dane.

She's going to sh**t.

No, she won't.

[in digitally altered tone]

Natasha..

hand me the g*n.

You've been very bad.

Go stand over there,

and wait to die.

(Dane on speakers)

You will do it.

Because you are devoted to me.

Because we are a family.

[intense music]

Open your minds..

and let me in.

Welcome to the barrage

[upbeat music resumes]

Of course she had

no inkling.

I processed her

several months ago.

In fact, the same day

I found out she was a spy.

Amused me no end using her

to pass on misinformation

to not one, but two

major superpowers.

Naturally, she had no warning

tonight was the test

at the Flamingo.

Hmm, your reputation has been

well earned, Mr. Dane.

After tonight, my clients

will be most anxious

to do business with you.

(Dane)

Good.

- Who's he?

- I'm trouble.

Only one of us is gonna

walk out of here tonight.

You're right.

[g*nsh*t]

Finish him.

[machine g*n f*ring]

[theme music]

You!

Me.

[whooshing]

(Dane)

Children.

There's an intruder

amongst us.

Superboy.

Welcome to my game.

Superboy is not a member

of our family.

He wants to hurt us.

Superboy must be

stopped, children.

You must k*ll him.

Do it for me.

Don't let him

destroy our family.

k*ll him.

[clamoring]

[upbeat music]

Finish him.

Children, he's over here!

That's right,

I'm over here.

[music continues]

Not me, you idiots!

Superboy!

att*ck Superboy!

You programmed them

to mindlessly obey.

They'll k*ll you

to get to me.

There's only one way

you can save yourself.

Stop, children.

Stop, children.

Stop!

Superboy is not your enemy.

There is no family.

I'm not your guide.

Your mind belongs to you.

Onlyto you.

[gasping]

[indistinct chatter]

Excuse me, will you guys

watch him for me?

Superboy.

In my country

we heard many stories

about your

wondrous powers.

Fortunately for all of us,

they are true.

[speaking Russian]

[speaking Russian]

I didn't know

you spoke Russian.

I didn't know you were

into the club scene.

When did you get here?

Where's the biker?

Looks like he left

his friend behind.

Let me have him.

It's a good bet

tonight's entire activities

are on this microcassette.

The snake? Even the snake

is here undercover?

He knew no one would

search his friend.

Very clever.

I wish

I could thank him.

Yeah. Me, too.

Oh, my hair will never

be the same again.

What's your problem, T.J.?

A night at the Flamingo

wasn't that bad.

You got some great pictures.

(T.J.) You know what

your problem is, Lana?

Ever since

that biker disappeared

you haven't been able

to get him outta your head.

Is that a fact?

He's just a baby, Clark.

Just a baby?

You could've fooled me.

Get it off!

- I think he likes you.

- Oh! Ugh!

You think his daddy'll

come back for him one day?

(Clark)

You never know, Lana.

You never know.