Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Yeah, I was calling my bookie. - Yeah? Have another drink.

- Then who sent me the note? - What note?

Well, that doesn't work for Starsky and me.

Mike said you wanted to know about it.

- On my mother's life, I don't know. - You don't have a mother.

We're Starsky and Hutch. We've got an appointment with Mr. Tallman.

Calling your bookie again, Rolly?

Then my lawyers will appeal...

Well, I hope it's soon, buddy.

Isn't that the chick we busted last week?

Ten'll get you 20 he's in some doll's house, warm and snug...

His marriage is coming up. He's got to get rid of her.

...and it's starting to get to us.

Share it with your friends.

"Was" is the word. Paroled two months ago.

The same people we always trust.

...and every time we try, someone flushes.

Sometimes we can't hardly make out a thing.

Well, so are we.

...till after Tallman's trial, for your own good.

I don't know nothing about swimming pools.

Show us out and about at 1600 hours.

- How are they gonna get the junk out? - Patience, patience. I don't know.

...but they'll try again.

It's kind of like 10,000 people getting hit in the gut at the same time.

Past six. Seven's the lucky number.

He dialled four numbers.

Thanks, Gretchen. Thank you.

- What are you two doing around here? - We work here, Coley.

I mean, who are we supposed to trust?

He'd go running by me, and I'd go running after him.

...where Zane and Cannell wait to kill them.

...and my son was enjoying it too.

And universal darkness Buries all

Pulling around! They're headed for the garage!

- Why don't you get it washed? - Get in. Get in.

Sure didn't take any chances on missing.

Zebra Three, the following from Captain Dobey.

Sure. Sure, he was under a lot of pressure.

What you're saying...

We assumed the department ran makes on the kids that were killed.

- What do you think? - Beats the hell out of me.

It's good for you.

Were you close personal friends with Miss Talbot?