Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Thanks, buddy. - Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay, okay.

Open up. Police.

...until we know the exact composition. That plain enough?

You lose your piece?

We've missed something, captain. We've been in such a hurry...

He was a good boy.

- Tell him I am too. - Hey, did you hear that?

Wedell dropped out of action months ago. Same for Martini.

Look, you're thinking the same thing I am.

I know. I know.

Is that any way to treat a convalescent?

Of course it is. There's enough stuff for both Starsky and me.

- You got a warrant? - No, I don't got a warrant.

- Sorry about the static. - Okay.

Give it to me from the belly!

Now, if we don't score by 10:00 tonight...

Give me a minute.

Wait a sec, wait a sec, captain.

They couldn't get a fix on the rest.

- Dad... - You'll not find anything in the lab.

He had to have help. Who helped him?

Yes, I guess it is.

It's not his fault. He was spaced out.

...the central nervous system transmitting automatic impulses.

Well, we know it's not Bellamy and we know it's not Janos.

They're all looking at you.

Wait a minute, wait. Maybe she's busy.

Man, you're just sweating all over the place. You got a fever?

Four cc's benzyl cyanide, one cc diphenylamine.

- Get you some coffee? - Great.

I was at the doctor when you folks came around. Bad cold.

For Vic and you and me and your partner.

Need your help, Hug.

Now, you two turkeys better split. If you're here when we come out...

He's got a little business ingeniously called "Sex-sational Films."

Hutch, we put 200 names in the computer.

We've rushed right past something important.

No, that's not it.

If his timetable is right, he's got less than two hours.

- No, nothing yet. - What the hell are you guys doing?

Everybody wants it yesterday. Have you any idea of our workload?

Kill me, and you kill your partner. Right?

What about Martini's old girlfriend, Sweet Alice?

Gotta be more specific.