Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Oh, my God, you scared me. - Sorry.
Eddie, listen, you're letting Johnson's death last night upset you.
Code two, 74th, 519, code two.
...we're back because we don't think Mac Johnson's death was accidental.
All right, the winner is Cheese Biscuit.
- Hey, that's the... - The Omaha Tiger.
...to a company by the name of Belladon, or Bellaman...
Kentucky.
Don't worry. I'll take it easy on you.
- Oh, good. - Oh, excuse me.
...because I've been handling it. Do you remember?
- Lead with your left, keep your chin in. - This is wrestling, not boxing.
Gonna go all the way with the Tiger, right?
- Both sides, Starsk. - What?
Oh, who's calling? Who?
Good for you, not for Mac Johnson or Al Taft.
Just a friendly game of chance amongst friends.
...it was narrowed down to a matter of two choices.
So that would be 20 breaths, and double that would be 40 for a minute.
- Okay. - Okay.
Huggy.
- Thanks. - Anytime, cops.
- You come down to wrestle me? - No, no.
If you're accusing us, we have a right to know the facts.
- Hey, Mac. - Hi, Mac.
Excuse me, I've got plenty to do to get ready for tonight.
Boy, he's a hard guy to figure.
He must have lost his footing, and...
It's all right. Thank you, Mrs. Forbes.
- What about the bruise? - Well, Mac died of a brain concussion.
- I think he can lay something on you. - Good. Thanks.
We've got...
Captain, this is Hutch. We just spoke with Carnieri's widow.
Don't deny it. You're also some kind of dilettante.
Well, at the end of every race, the winner gets to eat the cheese.
Run on home. Forget it.
Excuse me, gentlemen. Nice to have met you.
Oh, that's very scientific, Huggy.
You get out of the way.
- Don't I? - Eddie. Eddie.
Anytime.
- Hey, Starsk? - Yeah?
Eddie, come here. I want you to meet some old friends of mine.