Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Are you and Jerry up against Delano?
- And then she decided to cash in on it. - No!
- Starsky. - Hutch.
Honey, if I ever get nabbed, I want it to be in your precinct.
The exercise is good for you.
...looking for a big connection. - What kind?
...just try to remember who was backstage, huh?
What are you gonna do, kill all the girls?
Stop it! Jerry, make them stop it!
Maybe.
How do you feel about women?
Yeah.
Please?
Do you got an appointment with Mr. Delano?
...she used to.
He was on his way back to Las Vegas.
Sure.
See, Ginger was my friend.
- Why not? - Because if they find out...
- What happened? - I don't know.
Well, now, I don't think he'll look too kindly on that.
- Well, maybe he's slowed down a little. - I doubt it.
...Lou Posey. He's a regular customer.
Got a match?
That's it.
I want that psycho nailed, fast.
- Who is it? - Police.
A public phone booth.
Might have been a customer.
One with a cornpone accent.
...any kind of an approach?
...if you'd broken her neck with your own hands.
Not at this time of night.
All we got to do is cash it in. Right?
- Yes. - Why didn't you report what you heard?
After that, he don't figure to come back here again.
You ought to know. You get enough of them.
Maybe someone like that hit on you at the club?
I must go to alley phone with dime to call them.
Oh, Anton, that looks delicious.
It's got to be somebody tied to those girls. It's got to be.
- Are you my friends? - Tonight, we're your friends.
Jerry, they killed Ginger.
How about that, Dave Delano running a meat plant.
- Get out of here, Arnold. - Okay.
I never meant to get anyone hurt...
...but you should knock off, and we'll take you home.
- Enemies? - That's right, Cherry. Enemies.