Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I met a guy named Billy Harkness.

- Pretty lady. - Really.

They been fishing around for a week...

Now, think back. Something big, something that can bring him out.

It's hard doing business without incentive.

- You didn't learn that in the big city. - I did too. Philadelphia, PA.

- Appears to me you are. - So take a walk.

Starsky and Hutch.

- What happened? - Go away. Nothing happened.

So, Billy, how do you read this?

This fine set of wheels intimidates your basic gross nature.

Well, it'll light a fire under Danner, anyway, huh?

I was gonna call you as soon as they booked me.

The good old boys back in Texas.

- Well, you all set? - I guess.

Some jerk traffic...

But I think you should also explain to Mr. Harkness here...

Take all the time you need.

- But we wanna deal with Danner. - No, that's out.

It's not up to me.

It's your money.

Well, I'll tell you something.

Naturally. You pay more, you get less. Isn't that the way your head works?

...if we tell that to the DA, we're back where we started.

That sounds good. We'll have to think about it.

I laid back, moved a little slow, just to play it safe.

No, we don't socialize. Why?

I think you hurt his feelings.

Yeah, Pretty Billy Harkness.

I'll pass that along.

The lady's been burned.

Fat lot of good he'll do us doing five to 10.

...it's hard to trace. I figure they're just a couple of nobodies.

Fifth and Mountainview. 10:00 tomorrow morning.

Harkness was killed because he was stupid.

...I know that man.

We just don't dig a rip-off.

...who bring us cops.