Stately Luthor Manor. Papa Luthor is sitting in a chair, running a scanner/reader over some Braille or text. It reads, in a female voice, "Hamilton reports finding large concentrations of meteor fragments spread over a large area..." blah blah blah. Lex walks in as measurements are being given in millimeters. "Interesting reading," Lex says. Papa Luthor says he didn't hear Lex come in. Lex is surprised: He'd heard that his dad's other senses were enhanced now that his sight was gone. Faker! Lex says he talked to Papa's doctor. Lex found out that Papa Luthor has been skipping his physical therapy sessions and went AWOL. Papa Luthor says he's felt degraded being poked and prodded by occupational therapists. Papa bitches about that, and about his Braille instructor. Jeez, he certainly is a connoisseur of fine whines. "You want the truth, Lex?" Papa asks. He says he was tired of being treated like an object, an invalid. Lex asks whether a few days of Oedipal mano-a-mano was what he had in mind. "Your analogy is apt, but flawed, Lex," he says. Who talks like that off the top of their head so quickly? "Blind Oedipus was the son, not the father," Papa Luthor says. Well, yeah. But that's not exactly what Lex was saying, ya bastard. Papa Luthor gets up and says he'll go back to Metropolis. Lex asks if the hook-up with Hamilton was coincidental. Papa says he finds Hammy's work intriguing. "He's sick -- possibly delusional," Lex tells him. Papa Luthor tells Lex never to underestimate the value of eccentrics and lunatics. Just look at Australia. Papa Luthor brings up the flat octagon disk Hamilton was looking for. Lex says he doesn't have it. Papa Luthor asks if Lex has taken a look in Hamilton's barn lately. Is that a euphemism? A clock ticks in the background.
Clark and Chloe are walking outside school. He asks if she's seen Pete. Chloe says she hasn't, and that she found something weird: Bubba had a visitor before he flatlined. Dr. Hamilton. "The meteor freak?" Clark asks. Chloe has put it all together, even though she says, "It's not exactly smoking gun..." Clark says he's going to go check out Hamilton. Chloe starts to talk, but when she turns around, Clark is already gone, having superspeeded away in front of dozens of students. Nice.
Hamilton's fun science lab. He pulls out a syringe and takes off the top. "What are you doing?" Pete asks. Hamilton says his spasms are from prolonged exposure to meteor rocks. He says he's going to give Pete a dose of the green stuff, too. He says that what happens to Pete will make his own tremors look like a minor twitch. Pete says he knows nothing. Hammy thinks Pete is lying. Pete, breaking down, says he's got something to say. He grits his teeth. Pete takes a moment. Then he tells Hammy to stick that needle wherever the hell he wants, because he's not telling Hamilton a damn thing. Wow, double minor-expletive. Hamilton hesitates. Then he squirts some gunk out of the needle and holds the needle at a horizontal, flat angle, toward Pete's neck. Suspense! More commercials.