Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He's got electricity running around in his head. He's all screwed up!
You sure you don't know Fifth Avenue?
Polly, you know his name?
Doctor...
Put down my calculator!
Two days before she was killed, Helen spotted a tail.
The picture threw me.
Zebra Three... Hutchinson here.
Jim! Come on down!
Helen was running a dangerous cover.
Alpha Centauri.
Take it, blue eyes.
See, now, the 1940s music...
...is what these waves are telling him to do with a girl.
Hello, Bill? Hutch.
Starsky, it's Helen.
- These test scores... - Test scores?!
Zebra Three, from Control. Zebra Three, from Control.
No, he won't talk to you. He's retired.
And I'm not kidding, take it easy on the people this time!
The creep who gets his kicks out of peeping at women.
You see, there might be something...
You okay?
You're holding yourself responsible...
That's very unfortunate, Cindy.
Hold tight, Angie. We're on our way.
Huggy, you got some salt there?
It's all right.
...why does he tie up his victims with TV antenna wire after he kills them?
Helen never quit. She was undercover.
I'm making dials.
I know, but it's not the end of the world either.
...carrying concealed weapons and half a dozen other things.
She was my best friend...
Well, the guys you're after are degenerates. They're bums.
Hold it! We're walking!