Stately Luthor Manor. Depressing music is playing. No crap rock this week. Lex enters his lair, apologizing to Dr. Knox for being late. Knox tells him that Mussolini once killed a train conductor for being late. Nice to meet you, too. Asshole. Knox says he's more patient than "Il Duce." The douche? Lex says that Mussolini went down in defeat. Yeah, no wonder, with a name like "Douche." Lex isn't about that shit. Knox toots his own horn about curing meteor freaks and compares himself to Lex's incompetent scientists. Lex says the results are impressive, but that Knox's practices concern him. Knox says that he cuts their cerebral wiring, Lex pays him, end of story. That's a pretty short story. Lex says that Knox has been conducting unauthorized tests involving meteor rock concentration in patients' organs. Knox blah blahs about how geniuses always have to push the envelope. He touches a switch over on Lex's bookshelves. Someone in a dungeon just got killed because of that. Knox tells Lex to leave the science to him. Lex holds up some papers and says that three of his patients are missing. He asks if the doctor knows where these newly cured patients went. Knox blames Lex for making them take away all the memories of their stay at "Hotel 33.1." Lex says he wanted them all to be able to start new lives without being burdened by disturbing memories. Knox adds that those memories would have incriminated Lex. He excuses himself. Lex is confounded! Dramatic music plays.
A very old building in what appears to be downtown Metropolis. Inside, Knox is playing an album of classical music on a very cool-looking old phonograph. He strides across the exquisitely candle-lit room to a canopy bed. A pretty woman lies on the bed, asleep. "I have good news my love," Knox says. I got a guest-starring role on a prime-time show. The bad news, though, is that it's on the CW. On a Thursday night. We pan across a bunch of beakers connected by tubes. They seem to be filled with liquid Kryptonite. Knox tells the sleeping woman that he's found another piece of the puzzle. A pump in glass is moving nearby. Knox kisses the woman's forehead. He goes back across the room and puts on a very heavy brown apron in front of a full-length mirror. In the mirror, we see Sasha tied to a stretcher, struggling. Knox approaches her. He taps at her belly and tells her to relax. He says she's here to serve a greater purpose. Sasha whimpers. We gaze across Knox's very scary array of sharp knives and scalpels. He picks one near the end. Creeeeeepy-man!