The LuthorCorp building, which hovers over the Daily Planet like a menacing bully. Papa Luthor is in his office, shaken up and drinking again. He downs one big sip of Scotch. Clark suddenly appears. Boy is he shitting a brick right now. "Clark. Oh. I, uh." Awkward! He says he's sorry Clark had to be locked in that cell. Ha! This ought to be good. Sorry I tortured you, bro. You're still my homie, right? He says he was trying to keep Clark safe. "Safe from what?" Clark asks. Bees! Crocodiles! Crocodiles with bees in their mouths and when they open their mouths bees come out! Papa walks away, nervously stammering about some letters he got. He says they threatened to kidnap Clark and take him away. He produces the Veritas letters. Papa says he didn't know who it was until he met Patricia Swann. He says nervously that he didn't know how many people were involved. Clark asks why Papa didn't just tell him about the threat. Papa says Clark would have rushed out to find his enemies. He didn't want to take a chance Clark might get hurt. Pretty lame, dude. Clark's not buying it. Did I mention the crocodiles? Or the bees? "Instead you shoot me with a Kryptonite Taser and you lock me in a Kryptonite cell?" Clark asks. Yeah, it sounds like a bad idea now, but at the time the idea was rockin'! I text messaged it to myself and everything! Clark asks why he would even build that thing. Papa says that Clark's not the only Kryptonian to have come knocking and that his fellow travelers are usually pretty violent. He says he built the cell for them. Uh... Clark confused. Clark angry! "Then why imprison me?" Clark asks. "Clark, son," Papa says. "You're not my father!" Clark shoots back. Indeed. Clark says he spoke to Patricia and that she told him about the Veritas murders. Papa says the truth can be manipulated. Clark says Papa's been doing that for years. Papa, sweaty, says he's a different man now. Clark looks away awkwardly. He wants to believe. A weird sound effect simulates Clark's thought process. "No, you're not," Clark concludes. He walks out of the office. Papa just stands there, holding his head down. Sadness. Evil sadness.