Opening credits. How far we've come from that pilot episode. Wait, no we haven't! We're still practically at square one! How depressing.

Commercials. The Real Cancun. When you absolutely have to pay money to have your intelligence insulted.

Marge! Inside The Talon, Marge Gunderson is writing something in a prop police notepad that looks like it's made of painted cardboard and construction paper. She's also got a pretty big hat on. "So you're the new sheriff in town," Clark says, trying to make conversation. "You writin' a book, Mr. Kent?" she snaps. Clark is like, damn! Shit! He looks at Lana. She is similarly "damn!" Marge tells Clark to keep the chitter-chatter to himself. And no horseplay! We had enough of that last week. Marge snaps her notepad shut and tells Clark that "flyin' boys" aren't something you see every day. Marge takes off her hat and brings her stretched cat face closer to Clark. She says the frat boys told her that Clark attacked them. It was three on one! How does she think that's true? Clark says that's crazy. Marge brings up a good point: why are the paramedics taking care of the fratties, but Clark doesn't have a scratch on him? Marge asks Lana what she saw. Marge sucks on a spoon and then takes a sip from a yellow cappuccino cup. Lana says she saw nothing. "You're lyin', ya know..." Marge hisses. I just want to feed her Meow Mix and clean her litter. "You said you made a good cappuccino," Marge says, further heightening the weird-ass dramatic tension. Lana looks hurt. "This is a great cappuccino," Marge trills. Lana smiles. Clark tries to escape, but Marge stops him. "We are just gettin' started," She says. Scaryface! This lady is so harshing Clark's hero buzz.