Inside the train car, lots of lamps are on. It's got more light than the hospital. The train car has instructions on a window in four different languages, including French and Chinese. I'm sure that's a big help in Kansas. Lex creeps into an elegant, nicely lit car. Clark is still outside, but he jogs over to the car near where Lex is. Back inside, it's brooding music and Lex with a gun. Lex passes through a kitchen area. I like this scene because I can just sit and watch it without having to write anything more than "Lex continues to skulk around." Oh, wait, frying pan! Tall Paul clocks Lex in the head. Then he is kicked. Punching. Throwing. More punching. Head butt. Punch. Kick. Lex is on the ground, hurting. Clark doesn't use his super-hearing. Oh wait, he does. He hears the unmistakable sound of Lex getting his ass kicked. In the car, Paul conveniently finds an axe hanging overhead. He grabs it. Clark x-ray-visions the train and sees the skeleton getting ready to hack some Lex wood. Clark superspeeds over and shoulders the car, making it shake, and causing Paul to drop the axe. Lex finds his footing, and his gun, and points it square in Paul's scared face. "Goodbye, Paul," Lex says. He hesitates. He grimaces. Instead of pulling the trigger, Lex pistol-whips Paul in the face once. Clark suddenly runs in at normal speed. Then Marge and her deputies come in. She tells Lex to get rid of his gun, right now. Lex doesn't right away. Marge urges him to put it down. Lex calmly says that last time he checked, citizen's arrests were still legal in Kansas. Marge smiles, chewing gum, and looking frankly scary as all get out with her creepy Joker's grin. She says that if she catches Clark interfering with a police investigation again, "Heaven help you." Lex doesn't look too freaked out. Paul, on the other hand, looks pretty beat up.
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]