Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I'd hate to have them lose their jobs. - Don't worry. I'm keeping them all.
Then they give the contract to another company.
- This is Hutch. - You were terrific.
Al wanted to start booking me in some other cities, you know?
This guy standing against the wall over here keeps glaring at Starsky.
- Yeah. - Somebody locked us in this room.
Really.
- It was personal. - Not anymore, it isn't.
No more funny bruises on the neck.
Zebra Three, Captain Dobey is in a meeting with the commissioner...
They got balance. They're nimble and fleet of foot.
Meet me tomorrow morning at 10:00 in the owner's office.
Yeah, I remember.
Nobody's accusing anybody.
Pathology's gonna check on that and call us back.
He was the last one to leave usually too.
Because of Mrs. Forbes?
- By the way, Starsky. - Yeah?
He's likable.
About 7.5 litres per minute.
Tessie, how can I fit this thing properly if you don't stop undulating?
Yeah.
Hey, Starsk, come here. Starsk?
- Her name is Ellen Forbes. - See you, Mac.
Al Taft!
- Soon Henry is a sprinter. - Or a quitter.
Get down.
Sorry to keep you boys waiting so long.
There he is.
Afraid I wouldn't be much competition.
- Go in and do it, kid. - Yeah.
- Kill me, kill me. - What for, shoplifting?
- What's his name? - Boyce.
- It's airtight. - What're you talking about?
Tommy was gonna take them to court. Was.
All right, Mrs. Forbes. We all know where we stand.
- Excuse me. - You know something, Starsk?
Who is he?
- Life's gotta go on, right? - Not for Mac Johnson.
Well, that's what we want you to find out.