Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

After he killed her, he wrapped her up in antenna wire.
- How long is she gonna be like that? - I don't know.
Don't go out there, Jim!
I guess it's like most things beautiful.
Listen, I been taking my tranquillisers just like the doctor told me...
No, no, no!
Check out the homes in the area that insure for that much jewellery.
"10-4. Five-Six. Tac 2, Zebra Three."
Oh, Starsky.
It's your very own place.
Cindy, we need your help. How well did you know her?
Stop!
- Patch me in, will you? - Roger, Zebra Three.
You can give us a call at this number...
Blue and gold and red and purple.
Get away from me!
Something's missing. It doesn't all fit.
It's Helen.
Wanna turn it off?
Beautiful.
You all right?
That's Helen's car.
Please!
Yeah.
Insurance companies.
- Come again? - Aluminium foil. It's my shield.
Would you ask them to call me, please?
This little beauty has reverb radio, a power antenna.
...and a judge is gonna imprison him or institutionalise him...
Where do you think these waves are coming from?
James Wrightwood.
- Did you call in the crime lab? - No, sir.
You been keeping Reader's Digest in the john again?
Bob, look, give me the call letters for a radio station at 97.4 FM.
Where do you get your waves from?
Their names are Solenko, Ritlin and Touhy...