Stately Luthor Manor, nighttime. Lana is in her bedroom, rolling down a sleeve on her strange black pajamas. Lana's doctor is putting up his medicine bag. He says that she's fine and has nothing to worry about. Lex, standing on the other side of the room, thanks the doctor and says he just wanted to make sure she was okay after everything that's happened. The doctor nods weirdly and leaves the room. Lana tells Lex she's sorry about the night before. And about Clark. Lex says that what they have has nothing to do with Clark: "But then, I wasn't the one kissing him." He's so jealous he wasn't kissing Clark. Save it for the bachelor party, buddy. Lana snarks that she wasn't the one holding a gun to Clark's head. Lex says it's funny that Clark called this a game. Lana asks if Lex was going to shoot him. "If I had to," he says. "To save me or to hurt him?" asks Lana. Can't it be both? Lex says that, considering what Clark did to her, Lex had every right to go after Clark. Lex says that he can't blame Clark, though. He says that if he ever let Lana slip through his fingers, he has no idea what he'd be capable of. He leans in close, but they don't kiss. Was that a threat?

Hallway. Lex walks out to where the doctor is still waiting. The camera moves ominously to the medical bag. "How is she, really?" Lex asks the doctor. He says that this isn't the most typical pregnancy, but that everything is on schedule. Lex looks afraid. Freaky-baby!

Back in Lana's bedroom, she sneakily sits at her round mirror. She opens a drawer. Removes a red silk napkin. Lana, shaking, reveals the big screwdriver with the bent tip. I'm just glad it's not part of a spaceship she was hiding. We go to black.

Next week: Lana goes hunting for thecrets and lieth.