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The Barnness of Epilogueitude. More countrified incidental music. Luke is throwing darts. Clark walks in. He says he was surprised to see Luke's car out front. Luke says he's been mulling some tough decisions. He says that this seemed like a good place to get his bearings. And some cowshit on his shoes. Clark asks if Luke's talked to Bo. Luke says that Bo did most of the talking, and that he has a knack for a guilt trip. Clark smiles. "Usually works because he's right," he tells Luke. Luke says that Bo's always had high expectations of the people around him. He says that Bo is the one man Luke never wanted to disappoint. As for the ladies? Suck it. No respect for you. "You should try being his son," Clark suggests. Luke thinks about it, but decides that won't work. Clark says that no matter how much Bo lays on, he never expects more than he expects of himself. Tragic, really. Luke asks if Bo will ever forgive him. Clark says that Bo's had lots of trial runs with Clark in that area. He adds that lots of people out there also look up to their senator. Luke says, "I guess you can only pull off the disguise of being superhuman for so long." Clark's mood darkens. He asks what Luke is going to do. Luke tells Clark he's pulling out of the race. Bummer.

Looking into a mirror inside the Kent home, Luke is adjusting a tie to go with his suit. Bo, coming down the stairs, says it takes a lot of guts to face all those reporters. Luke says it's easy after facing Bo. Bo doesn't want to let all this destroy their friendship. Bo hopes it's not because he can't climb off his pulpit. Bo just wants Luke to be honest. Luke says he's no longer the best man for the job. Bo offers to fight alongside him. Luke says he used to be the man who could fight the Luthors of the world, but that's no longer him. He says he sees somebody who'd do it better. Bo thinks he's talking about Lex Luthor. No, dumb-ass. He's talking about you! Bo is dumbstruck. He gulps. Funky music does the country version of "wonk, wonk, wonk."