Lex walks in, unsurprisingly. If Jason were a little more receptive, this could have been a really hot male-male scene with audio clips played on Howard Stern ("Slap! D'ooooohhhh!"). Lex asks if Jason found anything interesting. Well, there's an awful lot of Cialis spam here and -- oh, hi, Lex! Jason, not freaked out at all to be caught snooping, says he did find something. Lex crosses the room, telling Jason that he's crossed the line; Lex says he values his privacy. Is Jason still working for Lex? Is he still even supposed to be here? Jason says he takes murder very seriously; he noticed the emails Lex was exchanging with the recently murdered Margot Kidder. Jason says he's found evidence of a meeting between Margot and Lex the day she was found in the dirt. Lex, sounding a little unconvincing, says the woman never showed up for that meeting. Lex goes to pour himself a stiff drink. The two of them are still both in the dark. Mmm...stiffness and darkness. Two great loves of Lex's life. Jason says that an item was mentioned in the emails. An artifact, maybe? Oh, hell, not this again. Jason asks if Lex was planning on buying an artifact from Margot Kidder, or if he planned to take it by force. Lex -- who should have had Jason thrown out by now -- says that he doesn't have to explain himself. Jason says that maybe Lex should talk about it to the police. Lex says he has no interest in being a part of a murder investigation. Jason says that a dead body was found on Lex's property; it's hard to ignore. "Trust me, I'm not," Lex says. Jason asks whom Lex is trying to protect. His father, maybe? Lex steps forward. He says that burying bodies in the back yard isn't a hobby of his. More like a vocation. An avocation? I get those confused. Jason tells Lex he's not a hobbyist in the field of covering up murders. He says he'll have a chat with the sheriff. Great. Just announce it to Lex, why don't you? File this scene under "Pointless. SEE ALSO: Forgettable."
Smallville Medical Center, daytime. Ah, so this is what Hell looks like by daylight. Lois is chewing out some poor cashier guy for handing her a bill for $200. He points out helpfully that it's $215 with lab fees. Lois says that all they did was stick her in the back and make her itchy. She scratches her neck to more clearly illustrate her point. "What's that all about?" she asks. Did no one explain to her that she was getting allergy-tested? Or was she just not listening? God, Lois is a fucking self-centered idiot. I'm sorry, she just is. Lois says she knows what she's allergic to; it has four legs and drools. Looking like she's about to strangle someone, Lois says she needs a prescription: "A dog's life depends on it." Ow! Harsh! Dial it down, woman! Yeesh! The orderly rolls his eyes and walks off. As he does, someone calls Lois. "Maybe I can help you," says the creepy possessed nurse.