Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

This little beauty has reverb radio, a power antenna.
- Come again? - Aluminium foil. It's my shield.
- How long is she gonna be like that? - I don't know.
Don't go out there, Jim!
- Did you call in the crime lab? - No, sir.
Get away from me!
You been keeping Reader's Digest in the john again?
Where do you get your waves from?
That's Helen's car.
Listen, I been taking my tranquillisers just like the doctor told me...
James Wrightwood.
Blue and gold and red and purple.
"10-4. Five-Six. Tac 2, Zebra Three."
No, no, no!
Cindy, we need your help. How well did you know her?
You can give us a call at this number...
Beautiful.
- Patch me in, will you? - Roger, Zebra Three.
Wanna turn it off?
I guess it's like most things beautiful.
Something's missing. It doesn't all fit.
...and a judge is gonna imprison him or institutionalise him...
It's Helen.
Bob, look, give me the call letters for a radio station at 97.4 FM.
After he killed her, he wrapped her up in antenna wire.
You all right?
Yeah.
Check out the homes in the area that insure for that much jewellery.
Please!
Insurance companies.
Would you ask them to call me, please?
Oh, Starsky.
It's your very own place.
Where do you think these waves are coming from?
Their names are Solenko, Ritlin and Touhy...
Stop!