One cranky night where Jason still doesn't get any later...Stately Luthor Manor by daylight. Lana, wearing a blue power suit jacket, stalks Lex down one of his hallways and lets loose: "Who the hell do you think you are?" Lex, who has probably seen a few bad high-school plays in his day, knows to ignore her. He asks casually if something's wrong as he carries a briefcase back toward us. Lana maintains her flipping-out tone, telling Lex to ask her if he wants information, not to hire her boyfriend to go covert on her ass. Lex puts down his briefcase when he arrives at his office, and tells Lana that he's actually on her side. Lana says that everything with Lex seems like a thecret. Er, "a secret." Lana shoots down Lex's explanation, saying she doesn't want "precautions," she wants "The Truth." Lex warns Lana that she won't like "The Truth." Lana doesn't want lies about Jason. Lex tells her that Jason means a lot to her, but that when she's ready to talk, she should let Lex know. He walks away as he says she can let herself out. Lana asks herself, "What just happened?"
Hey, I smell bratwurst on a little portable grill. Must be a wake, college football-style! At the stadium, which seems uncomfortably close to downtown Metropolis (do they play at the same stadium as the Sharks?), the members of the Bulldogs team have gathered solemnly in a skybox to pay their respects to good ole Coop. Coop's 8x10 photo is displayed in an attractive silver frame. One of the slutty sorority girls (Pink Top, who is now Black Suit) stands with a drink in hand next to a blonde we can assume is Monique. Monique looks pretty drugged up. Luke tells the gathered assembly that Coop wasn't just a great player; he was a great guy. Aw. Too bad you had to kill him, Luke. Everyone is drinking beer or wine except Clark. They all toast Coop. Clark doesn't even pretend to toast. Luke says that Coop would have wanted a party; so they're gonna party. Woohoo young death! Luke asks Clark why he's not drinking. "You never had a beer before?" he asks. Clark says that he sure has. Luke doesn't believe him. He pops a top for Clark and tells him that his wussy country boy ways will all change. Luke chugs one for his murdered homie. Then he starts to chug another. Clark asks if he shouldn't slow down. Luke gives Clark a dirty look and says he's going to be straight with him. Clark is immensely disappointed. Luke says that they're in a huge pressure cooker. All everybody wants is a winner. "Takes a toll on you," he says grimly.