Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- You don't got the guts to face me. - Starsky.
Cecil.
He probably did.
- What do you want to know? - Everything.
Hundred and a half, depending on the price.
...that somebody would have to have been somebody...
- We want an ex-con, white male... - Somewhere in his mid-50s.
I've seen your son's file.
What are you talking about? Lonnie was a loner.
Banana.
The next time you hear from me, one cop is gonna be minus a family.
- Where do you get off with that? - Stay out of it, Hutchinson.
- How do I know you'll come alone? - I'd love to burn a bum like you...
That's a great breakfast.
Hey, let me give you a hand.
I don't really know anything about any warning shot.
...a good sprinkling of your trace elements and vitamins.
Our first assignment out of uniform...
Lonnie? Lonnie.
Or can I interest you in one of my rare, fresh rolls?
We find him, we still don't know.
That gives us 11 hours to get that killer.
...repeat, not going to turn the streets of this city over to some two-bit punk!
- Where do we find him? - He's living with a chick on Sycamore.
That lets out Tramaine. He doesn't even fit that description.
...it was pretty loud.
Said this one was number two.
And now you're going to have to pay.
How many more cops gotta die before I become expendable?
According to their narrow transcription of phonetics...
...not to acknowledge the threats or killings.
I'm gonna give you about 30 seconds, Tramaine.
...charge me with contributing to the delinquency of a minor?
Now, we've got a lead.
Haven't you helped enough?
Hutch.