I got it.

He's not.

All right, Arthur, you need to relax.

Your adrenaline's spiking because he's not all right.

Oh, Should be about Porsche or shore bellies.

What you doing?

Armors defense system.

Now it's stronger since the interface.

I can't control it.

No way.

No, he's confused.

He doesn't know who he is.

Cemetery, aren't there?

We need to restrain him.

Kal El, the last son of Krypton.

Remember who you are.

Tell me who you are.

Clark.

I know.

Please don't make me do this.

First.

I need the big guns.

You in this?

I do.

You won't let me live.

You won't let me die.

The world leaves you.

Doesn't need you.

Tell me, do you bleed?

Clark Clark.

Nice.