Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yeah. Take it easy, John.

All right, look, I'll let you have it for half that.

Herr Leutnant...

Want something to drink? Couple of beers?

They're trying to scare me off. Huggy just got in the way.

Yeah, John Colby.

And I'm running out of patience with the both of you.

I'm gonna see a guy at a place where she and the kid lived...

You might ask yourself, can I really tell your future with these cards?

You disappeared out of Miami like a hooked bonefish.

- Thank you, Maggie. - Oh, you're welcome, David.

The manager said he didn't know anything.

Only I'm having a little bit of trouble finding them, that's all.

Garvin is a powerful man.

Right now he seems to be pretty busy whaling the tar out of Tito.

Hey, guys, what about your specials?

They said, "Forget Karpel."

I'm sorry, I couldn't find Detective Starsky for you.

Come on! Starsky!

Look, I'll have to think about it, okay?

You can call me Maggie, David.

Thank you, Maggie.

Trust me. Believe me and your future will be ensured.

- Starsky or Hutch? - This is Starsky, captain.

Central High School.

Two hours ago, in broad daylight on a city street, he got himself killed.

The question is, what connection did she have with Nate Garvin?

You know, one of these days, Mike Robbins...

- Is your friend Colby there? - Is Colby here?

Yeah. Well, look at it this way, captain.

- There's Colby. I want him. - I got the beach.

But I told you, she's a real nice little lady.

You'll probably be seeing your ex-wife and kid within the hour.

- Yeah, Vinnie? - Remember that guy you and Starsk...

- Okay. - Oh, thanks. Thanks.

You know something? If I wasn't all tied up...

I want Corey to know his real father.

I had to. Business.

I'd say you're more like...

Mrs. Karpel's former husband never made it back from Vietnam.

The brokerage firm that you said you worked for?

You ever think of opening up an escort service?

- Oh, you wouldn't mind? - No, it would be my pleasure.

This is a vacant lot, dummy. We've been suckered.