Metropolis General. Mrs. Jones lies on the metal examination table. The coroner pulls a sheet up over her face. There's also a sheet around her lower body, leaving only her midsection exposed. Either her guts are showing or someone left their fresh bratwurst lying around in the morgue. Clark walks in, saying forensics sent him there. The coroner extends a bloody hand in greeting. Clark stares at it until the coroner's like, "Duh!" He strips off his latex glove and pulls down his face mask. Oh, ho! It's Desaad and his fashionably scruffy chin. He's adopted an American accent for this scene, though, and introduces himself as Blaine. He's been busy, busy, busy with all these dead bodies. He doesn't want to be caught slacking off, he says, so Clark agrees to make things quick. He happens upon a normal-looking X-ray film of a victim's skull. Clark asks about the cause of death. "Blaine" says a hemorrhage that started with the heart. "If they hadn't been found grouped together, I would have said natural causes," he says. "There's nothing natural about this," Clark responds. Yeah, that's kind of what the guy just said. When Clark wonders what kind of person could do such a thing, the phony coroner says it must be someone who really enjoys what he does. Clark notices a tiny smudge of ink on Mrs. Jones's hand. He focuses his super-powered eyes to get a microscopic view. The ink dots don't look especially unusual, but Clark is intrigued. The phony coroner has a look for himself and compliment's Clark's eyes. They are rather pretty. Clark starts wondering if the other bodies were similarly marked. "I'm the guilty one," Desaad/Blaine confesses. He holds up his hand, showing an ink stain on his palm, says his pen broke when he was taking notes earlier. Also, he killed everyone. Clark thanks him for his time.
Episode Report CardTippi Blevins: B+ | 1168 USERS: B-
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