Downtown Smallville. The Blue Bo Truck is skidding along, almost crashing into any car that passes its way. Clark, who happens to be there, sees the truck. Bo is yelling at all the "jerks" on the sidewalk and his driver's-side door is swinging open dangerously. Clark makes a scrunchy Lana face.
Outside the bank, Bo gets out of the truck. Boy, is he pissed. Clark comes down the alley and superspeeds right in front of him. "Dad, what are you doing?" Bo is carrying a shotgun. A straight shotgun. Bo says that the town has pushed him too far, and that he's pushing back. It's gonna be a dog day afternoon, isn't it? Clark tries to stop Bo, but Bo cocks his shotgun and tells his son to get out of the way. Clark grabs the tip of the gun and swings it around in slow motion. The gun goes off, shooting Clark right in the chest. Damn, Bo. Sucks to be you right now. Clark takes a step back. Bo, red-nosed, looks scared. Bo blinks. Looks up at the sky. Everything is fuzzy and blurred, like it was manipulated in PhotoShop by some zealous racetrack brochure designer. Bo looks woozy. Everything whites out and he falls to the blacktop. "Dad! Dad!" Clark says to him.