Out in the woods somewhere, Van McNulty (say it loud!) is doing sit-ups. He's got a campfire going and is looking very military. He's got a pretty elaborate camp set up, with a table, a canopy -- everything. He's got a table with lab-looking equipment on it. He holds a piece of meteor rock and thinks about the possibilities. He sits down and puts the rock into a molten cauldron of glowing green liquid. The cauldron is set up over the fire. A very long, drawn-out scene shows him putting the green liquid into a bullet mold and making Kryptonite bullets. That's really all you need to know about it. Kryptonite bullets. Van McNulty. Two great tastes that shoot great together. The bullets look like those little root beer gummi candies, only green.

Kent Farm. Bo is baling some hay when Clark comes up, wearing a very nice white shirt that is neither flannel nor a primary color. I know it's only because we need to see blood on him later, but it still nice to see a little variety in Clark's wardrobe. Clark says he's looked everywhere but can't find Van. Maybe he's in a parking garage. It's really tough to find even a van in a really big one. Bo says that all the police are looking for him. He's pretty laissez-faire about the whole thing. "Dad, do you think I'm like Van?" Clark asks. Why, has Clark shot someone lately? Bo thinks that's a stupid question. Clark says he's met a lot of Kryptonite-affected people, and that their meetings never end with handshakes or friendship. Clark says he gave Lana a tolerance speech, but that he always assumes the worst, too. We cut to a bush-view (which is to say, a view from the bushes) of Bo and Clark. Van McNulty aims his gun. He's wearing camouflage and has the earbud on to listen to the police scanner. Bo is telling Clark that lots of normal people could have been affected. He walks right into the crosshairs. Bo speculates that Kryptonite freaks out there might be using their powers for good. Bo smiles and says he's going to get cleaned up. The hay-baling is totally not finished. Thanks, Dad. McNulty aims for Clark's heart. Clark turns and walks away. McNulty fires. The bullet comes at Clark in slow motion. It trails green. Clark looks annoyed as he raises a hand to swat it away. Instead, the bullet tears right through his palm and gets him right in the shoulder. Clark falls and screams. Bo is like, "Wuh?" and comes over. Clark is in serious pain. McNulty grins wickedly. The camera cranes up as Bo tries to cradle his son's head. Clark screams one more time. Commercials.