The Talon marquee changed without me figuring out what was so fresh you had to slap it. (My guess? A penis.) Now it's "Silent Film Festival Show." Inside, Lana is wearing a purple shirt, a nod to her Lexification. Fratty Oldman comes in behind Lana, neck brace, walker and all. Lana thanks him for coming. He says it had better be good to get him out of bed so early. Lana apologizes for what happened the other night. Huh? She says things have gotten out of hand with the lawsuit. Lana says she knows he's faking his injuries and that he should stop before he gets caught. Fratty picks up his walker cane and reaches for Lana. He says she didn't call him there about the lawsuit. So if he's not faking his injuries, how would he have mobility enough to have sex, consensual or otherwise? "Touch me again and you'll have some real soft-tissue injury," Lana says, forcefully. Fratty says she can play hard to get, but that they both know Lana wants him. Ew. He suggests that they take it to the back. Lana grabs his wrist, twists it, and kicks him in the stomach. As girl power music plays, Lana does a roundhouse kick and smacks him in the face. He flies and crashes against a table. He lies unconscious, blood coming out of his mouth. Yay, violence! So Lana invited him over so she could kick his ass? "Rise up!" the music says as Lana looks awfully pleased with herself. I thought Canadians were a peaceful people. Don't push them too far, elderly fratty Americans! ["Yeah! Something like what he said, I guess!" -- Wing Chun]