Oh good, not a Lana scene yet. Papa Luthor has made a drink with an orange top and a red bottom. It's been poured with some ice into a tiny, ornate Scotch glass. I have no idea what this drink is. The Edge is having a drink with our favorite bastard, and asks what that drink is. Papa Luthor says it's a "Suicide," which doesn't sound right. Isn't that when you mix all the sodas at the drink station? Papa says it's their old special. I'm amazed The Edge would forget that. Papa says he hopes Edge's tastes haven't changed. Edge gets philosophical: nothing ever changes, even in a designer suit or a penthouse office. Papa Luthor says it's sad that the same thing can't be said about friendship. Edge nods. That's all these guys have to talk about? Papa Luthor hands over an envelope and congratulates Edge for having a creative inside contact. According to an 8 x 10, Edge bought off Dr. Dropkick. Edge smiles while Papa Luthor guesses the scenario: Edge was trying to steal the vial to sell it back to Papa Luthor. The Edge asks what Papa's gonna do: accuse him of breaking and entering? Papa Luthor says he could have The Edge put away for murder, which has no statute of limitations. You could have The Edge thrown in prison for singing "Van Diemen's Land," but not this Edge. These guys are sitting really close on that couch. Papa Luthor says that Edge has twenty-four hours to get the vial back. The Edge bobs his head around. He went from being The Edge to being The Bitch.

Oh no, the Lana scene! They faked me out. Lana is obsessively arranging muffins in a pastry display case when she spots Clark walking in to The Talon. She instinctively turns her back to Clark. He says, "Hi." "'Hi'?" Lana repeats, full of disgust, "I don't even know what to say to that, Clark." How about you say "Hi" back, and then you shut your mouth and listen? I'm sure that was just an opener. Clark says he's sorry for the way he acted in Metropolis. He says he messed things up. Lana rolls her eyes and turns to him. She told herself it wasn't Clark, but when she looked back, she realized she doesn't know who Clark is. And she suspects he's a dick. She brings up Clark's frequent warnings about his deep dark secrets. She says she didn't want to believe it. So it's all your fault then, Lana? You sure aren't acting like it. Clark says he was protecting her. Lana says that's what she can't figure out: the only person who keeps hurting her is Clark. Oh, I'm sure there'll be a few stalkers this season to come hurt you, too. Lana sighs. She asks if Clark even missed her. Clark gulps. "I missed you every second," he says. Oh, that's just cowshit! You mean those seconds you picked up the girl at the Lamborghini dealership? When you were robbing ATM machines? Those were all moments of Lana love? Pull the other leg. Clark says he can't keep doing this to Lana. "Then don't," she says. Clark says he's not sure he's going to stay. Lana's eyes well up with tears. She tells Clark to let her know when he decides. She walks to the back room. The swinging door reveals her doing her pouty cry. It swings again to show us more crying. And in case we didn't get the point that Lana is crying, the door swings a third time. Yep. Still crying. Clark is like, "Damn, that door hinge sure is well lubricated."