Stately Luthor Manor, at night. Lex walks into his lair. Papa Luthor, sporting some helmet hair, is waiting on the couch. He stands up and immediately apologizes for showing up. He says he came to see if Lex was all right. Lex looks at him bemusedly. "I'm fine, Dad," Lex says, walking right past him, "thanks for the concern." Papa's glad that Lex is fine and apologizes for the intrusion. He starts to leave, but Lex stops him. Lex asks if he's still planning a charity fundraiser for that weekend. "Yessss," Papa Luthor says, all giddy. Papa reflects on the difficulty of getting the "deep pockets" (dirty!) to show up for salad and ginger chicken. Dude, you got me there with that. You can even have my pockets. Lex asks if it would help to have the head of LuthorCorp make an appearance. Papa Luthor brightens up while stroking his wattle. "Really? You'd do that?" Lex says it's on one condition. He wants the event at the top floor of LuthorCorp Plaza in Metropolis. Lex even offers, characteristically, to get all up in those deep pockets. Deeply. Papa Luthor is choked up by the generosity. Lex steps forward and says that he had his doubts about Papa Luthor's benevolence, but he sees how much joy all this ginger chicken is bringing him. "Dad, I'm proud of you," Lex says, smiling. Papa Luthor is dumbstruck. "Thank you, Lex," Papa Luthor finally says. He's grateful. He puts his hand on Lex's cheek. "I'm truly grateful. For everything," he says. He walks out. Life is good. Lex goes to his desk to examine Sinclair's loose-leaf papers. The camera pans down, then comes back up to reveal EvilLex standing there. He's right behind you! "Amazing work, isn't it?" EvilLex asks. PansyLex turns and sees him. Whoa! I'm sexy! "Hello, me," says EvilLex. It's no "Hello, Newman," but it'll work. EvilLex is holding a gun. He rears back and pistol-whips PansyLex right across the chopper. This is how much Lex gets pistol-whipped: his own doppelganger does it to him. The camera angles for under EvilLex's nose and stays there. "Meet the real you," EvilLex says. His mouth twitches a tiny smile. Commercials.