Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Lois, the guys I'm talking about don't exactly wanna see their names...
it would seem like I cared more about telling my story...
I think Clark may be holding out on me.
Which doesn't change anything. You have got to get that globe back...
I'm sorry, Clark.
Most of it.
You know about this guy named Priest Corleone? Yeah, he’s from New Orleans, Louisiana and he’s named after The Godfather and Super Fly
You believed him, then. That he didn't have it or know who did?
It's my crime scene, Lois.
Name it.
- So, how did you do? - I did good.
I don't know. Maybe it does.
Right, now there is something you could do for me in the interim.
- Somebody call a cop? - Oh, finally.
Louie. He knows guys who know guys.
Why now? You've had it for months.
Cut that out.
Assuming that it's still worth fixing. So...
until now.
They gotta be able to sell the loot. I know guys who know guys.
And his daughter was my tennis doubles partner in college.
Lois. This is a terrific piece.
Your editor-in-chief has got an announcement to make...
Yeah. I could sue you for kidnapping.
- Clark, grab him! - I got him.
You're not gonna look for clues, dust for prints?
- I want the truth. - About what?
Bureau 39. My Bureau 39.
But half the time I don't know where you are...
Hey! Come here!
Jack, I can help you. Both of you. If you let me.
I am suddenly more than ever interested about where this came from.
By stealing?
Suddenly, burglars burst in, knock her down, steal her life savings...
All is fate.
I expect detailed family histories, including charts, on my desk...
Where'd you get this money?
and whose society is based on ethical standards...
If I may say so, you seem remarkably composed considering your loss.
It's all right. I need you to take a walk.
- How do we do that? - We advertise.
that we are together.
Look, I need an answer to a question.
I mean, after all...
Please. As my partner and my friend, just leave it there.
Okay. What are the stakes?