Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's strange.
- Can I rest now? I'm so very tired. - Soon, Anton.
That's funny. I was having the same thoughts myself.
What? What are you talking about, Hutch?
Hi. Police. Detectives Starsky and Hutchinson.
- Come on, I'll show you where he was. - Excuse me.
You go and tell Mr. Delano that he's just made an appointment.
- The secret ingredient, I cannot reveal. - Oh, come on.
Where are you?
...uninterrupted. - Good idea.
The Panama Club, you were there last night, right?
Yeah.
I don't know.
Hold it! Come on, man.
You think the three of them were involved in it together?
...I'd be arrested.
- Yes. - Okay.
Francine just identified the sketch we had made.
The game is over, baby. Now make the call!
Who?
Kathi...
And Birnbom could have been looking in the wrong place.
I mean, you coming along on his date...
Yeah. Yeah, look, we think Thorn knew a girl who was murdered last night.
- Please? - The window dummies upstairs.
You got that part wrong.
I'm going to be as upfront with all the facts as I can...
- In fact, we're sure. - Starsky?
...Birnbom...
I'm talking about a catered affair where everything was rented...
We know.
...and prayers for all good things in the future.
And this guy asked for her number, he writes it down, and nothing.
You think all they have to be is big up here...
...all the help... Any questions that they have... Give them all the help...
- Ginger is dead. - Oh, come on, Manny.
Okay?
Well, well, well, look who's here.
Earlier, there was a man sitting in the back booth...
I think you know Starsky and Hutch.
When?
Is it all right if Kathi gets changed? I'd like to take her home now.
And now, here's Ginger!
Hey, look, I wonder if you could give us a line on a Jack Thorn.