Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm sorry it's late, but I have to talk with you.

You can sit up and rest for a while now.

- Wouldn't, I guess. - What's the matter with him?

I don't think your friend is going to make it.

This is Zebra Three to Control, Detective Hutchinson.

My best medical advice at the moment indicates a series of tests.

This is Zebra Three. Patch me through to R & I.

A nude girl, a brownie, and he's back in business.

- Probably find him in a trash can. - Sure.

- Black? - Fine.

The man your brother was pushing dope for when he was killed.

- Who? - He has to do with the university.

The two of them held a grudge against me and Starsky.

Possible. I busted him with six kilos of Mexican brown H. Big dealer.

Hey, wait. What's the beef? Nothing trivial, I hope.

Like stupid here taking a swing at us.

They'll look for a poisonous compound injected into Starsky.

Take a look at this one.

- No. - We tried to calm him down.

There's no effect on your heart yet.

- Come in. - Thank you.

Okay, then I'd like to take a shot at it.

Yeah, tell Starsky I got his reservations.

Thank you. Thank you, lady, very, very much.

Detective Hutchinson?

Pull every case we worked on in the past five years...

Jerry was peddling drugs on campus.

Things some people do to get on a first-name basis.

...since Aunt Rosa sent me her chicken soup.

If it's a progressive-type poison...

The guy who did it, Starsk, was there anything about him?

Vic Bellamy, Janos Martini and Al Wedell.

I just spoke with Vic Bellamy's widow.

You know, it's amazing.

We'll be able to deduce certain things from changes in your body chemistry.