Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We believe they're connected.
This is Zebra Three. Patch me through to Captain Dobey, please.
Don't believe it.
Wanna tell me why we're not talking to each other?
Oh, I like to keep him guessing. I like to keep all my men guessing.
Mac couldn't have gotten that bruise falling down the stairs?
- Eddie, this is Starsky. - How are you?
I have to take care of something...
- You know what your problem is? - What?
Hey, Eddie, can I see you for a minute?
- Hello. - Doesn't she look lovely?
Let's get out of here.
- That's about... - Excuse me.
Okay, I'll send the security home. I'll wait outside.
Why do we have to talk about it?
I got a right to better myself, don't I?
You know that offer that Tessie made you, in two out of three falls?
Now, you're rolling, and you're rolling.
- Excuse me. - Hello, cutie!
Don't worry, my lawyer will draw up the necessary legal papers...
- What? - Where?
I thought we'd answered all your questions.
- Now, you finished with us? - Wait, wait, wait a minute.
Ellen Forbes? One second, please.
- He didn't mention it to you? - No.
Yeah.
Stay out of the ring.
I didn't want that.
It's as good a way as any to find out about Mac.
It's an old Russian custom.
- Yes. - Isn't that a nice blue dress?
Oh, you mean it's locked.
- Where's he going? - Lf you catch him, ask.
All I know is that Tommy said someone was leaning on him.
Tessie, one more question.
...fell down stairs. Found him dead this morning.
We're just looking for a way to tie these killings together.
As far as I know, Mac was fine then.
Gotta work on your drop kick.
Should only deliver this fast.