Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The Fat Man sent us here, said you could help us find Lola Brenner.
...he was one of my best friends.
...but we get better protection that way.
... at the First Congregational Church.
That's one hour.
- Hey, cap. - Hi.
Wait a minute.
He's in with Edith.
...I'm afraid to tell you that the licence and the name that the pilot used...
I ain't got time to be running your errands.
- Left foot, blue. - Left foot, blue? Okay.
But on the other hand, if you're wrong...
- I think you look fine, Daddy. - You really like that one?
Even if we make him, it's an awfully long way...
Yeah, give me a trace on the following number: 555-1329.
Five years ago he disgraced himself and the department.
- Yes, all the doors are locked. - Good. I'll be home in 20 minutes.
...it's a plane for South America and $50,000 cash.
Me, put money in this machine? You kidding?
"Dignity" is always a very good word.
We can't survive a new investigation into Douglas' assassination...
- You know from who? - Well, sure.
- Look here, Starsky. - Yeah.
Edith...
No, I'm not.
But I can't take all the credit. I just make the public appearances.
No, this is a Detective Hutchinson.
I can't say for sure, but she was in a big hurry...
- This is really something. - Yeah.
...and then bring me your father's spare gun.
Roarke has ordered a unit stationed outside your house...
No respect for age. Check.
Until this is done, just like a baby.
- Why doesn't he do something? - I don't know...
You know...
...or the Isaac Douglas killing...
Then if he wanted to kill Dobey, what better way than to bust Moon out?
And he had a wicked-looking scar running right across his face.