Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Crandell.
- I'll just take my share and... - On your feet.
You'd look natural with a .38 calibre third eye...
Four million dollars' worth of coke was in that shipment you busted today.
- What's going on? - We're on a call!
You don't have to buy, just look.
That gun didn't up and walk out of that warehouse by itself.
Police.
Man, this heap is a piece of garbage. When you gonna fix it?
This is the bullet that killed Crandell.
That bureau over there.
I didn't even get a chance to get into my character.
Would you like that?
I'm just kidding. Got a sense of humour?
I have to compare each slug with ballistics.
...in the middle of your forehead.
There's a million bucks' worth of top-grade cocaine in there...
Out here, Hug.
Thank you.
Crandell's dead.
Marty Crandell.
Give me Dobey.
- Starsky and Hutch? - Could have been.
It's driving me nuts, and you don't hear it?
- Outside door, huh? - Yeah.
You hear me?
What dog? I don't see a dog.
What do you mean, "rest of your merchandise"?
Why would he wanna try to hit us? He got his coke back.
This is Zebra 3. Roger.
DA promised to drop his dope charge.
There's no dog. What's the matter? You been sampling the goods again?
Did I say $50,000?
I guess you do. Go on and do your thing.
...and you gonna tell everything, my man.
- There you go, Hug. - Thanks.