Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Which guy? - Come on.

You wouldn't bruise a peace officer, would you?

Yeah, I hardly recognize him.

Three years. Three!

That's right. George Felton.

- No, tomorrow. - I'm gonna go take a look.

Hey, come on, now, let's just take it easy. Slow it down.

Ten-four, Traffic A.

...and a man named Carnieri, who I never even heard of...

He's making a move.

Look at it this way, we'll do you a favour.

...and then Mac has an accident. Starsky, the coincidences stink.

- Yeah. Half kid, half man. - Half horse.

I'm thinking maybe he was dead before he was pushed down the stairs.

He was being pressured into selling his laundry...

He's the guy that threw the referee into the third row.

- And I say... - "Soon, Henry."

...and we'll go a few falls sometime, you know, legit-style.

Something about those two guys got under his skin.

Oh, I'm sorry. This is Mr. Felton. Detectives Starsky and Hutchinson.

Carnieri had the same thing?

...where'd it come from?

Well, let's go in the main office and find out.

You hear where he's coming from. We got a million things to do.

- Carnieri? - I've never heard of the man.

- But I can't go. - Why not?

- Tessie! - Hi, sugarplum!

Yeah. Well, your mouse always runs in front...

Well, then take a request for information, please.

- I don't have time to fool with it. - Okay.

Carnieri's widow said that he was into long shots.