Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Mister... - King. Charles King.
- Shall we talk over a drink? - Yes. I'd like to.
Lex, what were you doing at the club?
You and the Metros, you're nothing.
No. I'd believe it.
I'm more concerned with results.
Keep your eyes and ears open and we'll see about moving you up.
- Anything? - Nah.
Yeah. We got an organization.
Eyes ain't the only things that wander in this joint.
It's Clark Kent. I work at the Daily Planet.
No.
Only after my brother almost ruined us.
The engine ladders aren't tall enough to reach him.
Protection?
Lex Harbor will change all of that.
Besides, I'm first and foremost a professional...
- I thought I was hard on clothing. - Would you stop that?
You're looking at the Metro Club's newest bartender.
- You're not the type. - What's that supposed to mean?
- Looks like you came through for me. - Looks like you let me down.
back from the criminal elements...
- You better go. She's here. - Who? How do you know who it is?
Sounds like a good plan.
I'd like to propose a toast.
I'd like to break ground on Lex Harbor sometime next month.
Disappointed?
He's a friend of mine. He wouldn't hurt me or let anything slip.
We've got to get out before the Toasters come back.