That's a hell of a note to go out on, but April thanks Lana for her time and tells her what in honor it's been. She especially thanks her for "all the personal stuff," which was above and beyond what she expected. Lana sees them out and closes the doors behind them. As she walks back into her cavernous living room, conspicuously alone, the music gets ominous. She fixes herself a drink -- pulls out two glasses, in fact. "Can I pour you a drink?" she asks without turning around. She beckons for whomever it is to come out. No need to hide. Eventually, Dylan Face emerges, no doubt a bit crestfallen that his big moment isn't going according to script. Lana turns around to meet him: "Let's get this over with, shall we?"

Okay! One last act before we call it a season. Let's stick this landing. So Lana and Dylan Face are squaring off. He scoffs at the beautiful life she's got for herself and now it's about to end. "I knew it the moment I saw you," she says. She asks him how he got onto the crew and he matter-of-factly tells her about skulking outside her building, making friends with the doorman to find out the date and time of the interview, waiting until the first crew guy showed up with donuts. "I cut his throat." He tells her -- again, a little disappointed -- that this is not how he expected this to go. Lana, however, always knew this is how it would end. He asks how she recognized him and she's all, "Oh, Johnny, how could I not know my own son." What she doesn't tell him -- what we see -- is that some time before this, the cops came by asking her questions about the man suspected of committing a rash of murders, including the elderly couple who owned the house where Oliver Thredson tortured her. I guess that was the connection that brought them to Lana. Point is, they showed her Dylan Face's photo and she put it together from there.