Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Friends call in a bet, you give us a call. Number's on the card.
Maybe not. If they hit one stone, one pebble in the street...
That Chevy is a bomb.
...they're usually over at my cousin Ted's body shop.
If you're gonna bust us, bust us!
Now, why should today be different than any other?
Green. They painted it green.
There'd be more people killed racing away from Chevys...
6-2-1 -C-l...
And the black is Gregg Morton.
What do I think? Man, it's beautiful!
Seems impossible. 500 men on the job and that Chevy hasn't surfaced yet.
Put this on the air, top priority.
Got it.
Who sent you?
I don't know their habits. Sometimes they're around, sometimes they're not.
I'm sure they'll be in custody very soon.
You pigs looking for us?
Bye-bye.
Well, like we were saying...
Repeat, they are armed and dangerous.
I don't suppose you could spare that extra hamburger?
We're friends of a guy who says you can tell us...
- How much time we got? - It's 12 minutes to 5.
- Do something! - What can I do?
I still feel as if I should drive into the courthouse garage with you.
The men in the car are Wilbur Sloan and Gregg Morton.
- What about my father? - I heard the crash of bottles...
Then everybody would know about it, right?
Well, today's a little different than the usual.
You get the tip.
- I'm pointing out the time. - I know what time it is.
He's gonna be fine. Here you go.
I have a great deal of confidence in those two young men.
Do you own a 1963 Chevrolet...
Then I saw two men run from right there, jump into the car...
Some bad dudes, huh?
What about this other guy?
Now we're gonna lay it out for you just one time.
- Officer? I have a pencil. - Thank you.