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The animated Daily Planet exterior. Cartoony! Inside, Chloe and Clark are striding through the newsroom like they own the place. Chloe asks whether Clark thinks the strip club is selling women to the highest bidder. "It's Kansas. It's definitely not Smallville," Clark says. Neither were lesbian vampires, but I digress. Chloe says that $500k for a massage with benefits seems like a lot. Dude, that's a fucklot. These girls had better be digging diamonds in South Africa. Clark says that he overheard someone telling Sawyer that Eurotrash is the son of a foreign diplomat. Chloe says that he'll have diplomatic plates, then. The son of the diplomat would? All right, if you're so sure. Chloe says that while Clark was in da club, not sippin' Bacardi, Chloe was in the parking lot taking photos of all the license plates. She pulls up the photos on her computer. "Check that one," Clark says, pointing. It reads "Consul." Chloe tracks it to the U.N. Tower in Metropolis. Clark whooshes out of there without drawing the notice of a room full of journalists. Nice. This time, Chloe doesn't even blink when Clark disappears.