Commercials. If you're my airline pilot, I don't want to know that you're sitting in the captain's chair, playing with your iPhone.
Daily Planet at night. Boy Editor is on the phone. "Don't worry, sir. It's been taken care of," he says. Who's he calling "Sir?" Boy Editor tells the person on the phone that he's giving them his word. He hangs up. On his screen, we see the contents of a hard drive being quickly deleted. Why you little shitweasel! Lois stands in the doorway. She asks if he's busy. He says that actually he was and points to his laptop. Lois jokes that online poker doesn't count. He plays it off, saying, "Busted!" Lois says she hit the pavement on the Lex/Lana story, but all she found was a new pizza place. Maybe you shouldn't have been looking for restaurants. She says that without the hard drive, there's not much story there. Boy Editor, annoyingly, wants Lois to say that he was right. Lois, smiling, grudgingly acknowledges that he was in the correct vicinity. Boy Editor says he should be getting back to his royal flush. Is that the executive bathroom? Lois comes around the desk and doesn't notice the external hard drive right in front of her. Instead, she brings up what happened in the elevator. You know, when her ass was all hanging out. Boy Editor stands. Lois braces herself. He kisses her. She pushes him away just a bit. He says he's glad he got that off his chest. And onto Lois's? "Wow," says Lois. She tells him that if news of that got out, she could have his office for sexual harassment. Then, losing any leverage whatsoever, Lois kisses him right back. Oh, you stupid, stupid girl. We pan down to see more files being deleted on the laptop. All done! The Scion Project is safely in Toyota's hands again.