Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Well, we've got a shot. - Yeah?
- You haven't heard a word I... - Mr. Buckland, we have every reason...
- No. No! - No?
They've got a 20-minute lead on us.
- I can feel it. Will you help me up? - Yeah, come on.
Zebra 3 from Control. Zebra 3 from Control.
I didn't see him.
Killing got to be real easy.
- John's a phoney. - What?
...is being kept a secret from us menial city police.
- Can I come with you? - No.
He felt it'd be better if the two of you met alone.
Karpel is the secret grand-jury witness due to testify against Nate Garvin...
Oh, no.
Cracker?
- You have an address on Karpel? - Of course.
Hutch!
I was just thinking there's a lady out in the squad room waiting for Starsky.
Huggy?
Two months ago, she confessed to Hutch for the downtown fires.
- You sure you want me to do that? - Yeah. Be a pal?
I'll take care of Karpel myself.
Now we're just waiting for something to happen.
When you get down to that beach road here, make a right.
It doesn't make any sense.
A man ought to have a right to see his own son.
Is there anything else?
- Karen? - Yeah.
Would you like to see the menu?
Yeah, yeah, right.
Drop the sand.
You're still out of your mind.
Lemonade. Got it. Fantastic.
We have information that a high-priced hit man's been brought in.
...and we could go out boogying. - That would be nice, David.
Hutch!
Everything I've got is on the line, Colby.