LuthorCorp. Lionel sits at his desk, enjoying some booze and Italian opera. Suddenly, the blinds open, bathing him in bright light. Tess stands behind him, remote control in her hand. "Enjoy the view one last time. Security's on the way up to escort you out of the building." Lionel scoffs, but Tess managed to dig up the one document he didn't know about. She shows him a tablet PC with a scan of her adoption papers. It seems odd that Lionel would put his name on the papers. Wouldn't he have distanced himself from her completely? He also left his fingerprints on the documents, Tess says. The fingerprints are a mirror image of the otherworldly Lionel's. "It proves that you are a fake," she says. That... seems pretty flimsy. She says her lawyers are drawing up papers that give her back control of LuthorCorp. When Lionel is less than scared, she tells him that the scotch he just drank was "laced with nano-trackers." "From now on, I will know your every move," she says. "And if you try to retaliate against me or my friends, I will crush you." Stuff that in your chauvinist pipe and smoke it, buddy. Lionel studies her for a while, then moves uncomfortably close to her. Somehow, she manages not to recoil. When he wonders why she doesn't just have him killed, she says, "Because that's not who I am." Two guards come to take Lionel away. Before he goes, Lionel says she's really a Luthor, no matter how much she pretends to change for Clark. It's too late to bet on that filly, mister.

Kent Farm. Conner is replacing the barn wall he fried, pushing in the nails with his fingers. At least pretend to use a hammer when you're out in the open, would you? Like a true Kent man, he's wearing a plaid shirt. Clark walks up and compliments his work. Conner feels bad about all the trouble he's caused, but Clark doesn't blame him. He even apologizes for lying to him. Our Clarky is growing up. Still, Conner realizes it was pretty dumb of him to trust Lionel. Clark tells him not to beat himself up. He didn't know Lionel was a bad daddy and he didn't know the deal with the red kryptonite. "It's one of the drawbacks of being like us," Clark says. "But I'm not like you, Clark," Conner mopes. "Maybe on the outside, with all that I can do, but what that ring brought out in me? That was all Lex." Clark explains that there's a "shadow" inside everybody, but that doesn't mean he has to embrace it. "You decide who you really are," he says. He does another clap on the shoulder. "And I know you'll make the right choice and become the hero you're destined to be." But... that's not a choice. I wish this show weren't so wedded to half-assed ideas of destiny and fate. Nonetheless, Conner is pleased. He thinks he should start dressing the part. He tears open his plaid shirt to reveal a black and red Superboy shirt. Clark makes a skeptical face, so Conner hurries to explain himself. "I know I have a lot to learn, but when you feel I'm ready to join the team... I'd like to." Clark hands him a folder with an application (say what?) to Smallville High. Conner is tickled pink when he sees the name on the first page: "Conner Kent!" Clark welcomes him home. Conner grins and zips away to work on the fence. Clark watches proudly as the next generation of free farm labor takes shape.