Lex's cell phone rings. He leaves the room, saying that he has to take it. Clark goes back, and asks whether there's anything he can do to help Chloe. How about outsource her work to India? Chloe says that Clark can't help unless computer skills are among his abilities. Clark can't even figure out how a lid comes off a jar of pickles. Chloe has figured out that the signal is local from the degree of degradation. (Commonly known as the "Fox Reality TV" measure for signals.) Chloe has tracked an address. It's a Vermont Avenue address about five miles away. Clark is about to zip out of there when Lex puts a hand on his shoulder: "Find something?" Sexual tension, yes. Clark hesitates, and then says they found an address. Lex suggests that they take his Porsche; it'll be a lot faster: "Let's go." Clark and Chloe exchange impatient looks. Clark goes with Lex. AOL still wants you to check out the hunt for Dr. Fine online. I hope they're updating that thing.
Back at the Children's Television Workshop. Papa Luthor has arranged the words "To dare Fake evil." It's gibberish. MamaKent is almost neck-high in the water. Papa loses his cool, and yells that Tinfoil wants him to fail and to watch MamaKent die. MamaKent screams Papa's name. She's flailing in the water. He suddenly keys in on the word "Fail." He's sounding out: "Fail...two meanings...no mercy. Uh...greed." A newt! Sausage! Betty Crocker! Toothpaste! Toothpaste sausage! Yes! It all makes sense! "Grab. Take...take! Takeover...Failed takeover!" MamaKent is submerged in the water now. Papa Luthor yells that the answer is "Failed Takeover." He starts saying, "Apex! Apex!" MamaKent is running out of breath underwater. She's about to drown. The glass breaks, spilling her out, but apparently not cutting her up. Water goes everywhere. There's a weird stutter-cut that doesn't match up. MamaKent lies on the ground, wet. She coughs up water. Papa Luthor kneels behind her and hugs her. "You're all right," he says. "To dare Fake Evil"? Really? That's what was going to save her?