Lair of Lex, daytime. Dropkick has her stuff packed in very expensive Louis Vuitton bags. She says she's going away to think things over and give Lex space. Lex stops her and says he's had more than enough space the last few months. Especially since the whole Lewis thing just turned out to be a gay fantasia. Lex says he wants to share his space with someone and give the honeymoon a second shot. Dropkick says that Lex doesn't let go of things. Lex counters that they understand each other in the beautiful way that attempted murder can bring a couple together. Lex says they've both done their share of maneuvering, although truth be told, she could stand to maneuver a little more in the bedroom. You've heard of the phrase "cold fish in bed," right? Lex says that all this double-crossing just means they're perfect for each other. Of course it does. Dropkick smiles and says she wants to be with Lex. She says that Lex's dad will never leave them alone. Lex says he has a feeling Papa Luthor won't be interfering in their lives anymore. Something must have been cut from the script, because right about here would be a scene where Papa Luthor is tied to a chair and Lex is torturing him or some other thing to go with that last line.
Instead, we incongruously go to Clark entering the barn, calling out for the folks and finding The Edge there instead. Clark gets mad. Edge steps back to reveal MamaKent tied to a support pole. Bo is opposite her, a little ways away, on his knees, a gun to his neck. Edge says that Clark is quick, but that he can't save both of them. Clark says that he doesn't have what Edge is looking for. Puffy Henchman cocks his gun. That vial throw is looking pretty smart right now, huh Bo? Bo gets pistol-whipped just as I'm thinking that. Clark tells Edge to stop. He goes to the workbench/toolbox. He opens up a mason jar, and removes the meteor rock from its lead box. Clark rolls up a sleeve and uses the rock to cut a slit in his arm, Clark huffs and puffs and winces. Come on, Clark, thirteen-year-old girls do this all the time. Don't be such a wuss. Maybe if you put on a Cure album, you'd have an easier time. Clark drains some blood into the Mason jar, and then falls to the ground. "Clark!" MamaKent calls. Bo is thinking, "My son, the idiot." Couldn't Clark have done this in private so that they wouldn't learn what his vulnerability is? The Edge takes the Mason jar and asks, "What the hell is this?" Clark says that's what Edge is looking for. "It better be," says Big Head Edge. He takes his jar and goes. Clark writhes. We go to commercials.