Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You know, it's the kid.

I'm good at it.

Five years in a prisoner-of-war camp.

- Some other night, then, okay? - That would be fine.

And the week before, she was in the DA's office...

Mrs. Karpel, get out of here. Go on.

Don't do it. You'll never make it.

Well, that makes sense.

No, you're much more of a killer for that line of work.

No, we won't forget.

And that beating that Huggy Bear and I took from the fight in the alley...

Smooth and sleek and damn deadly.

Huggy, those are three regular hamburgers.

His name is Warren Karpel.

- Okay. - Okay.

Now, he'll never get to the grand jury.

- He'll live. - How are you doing?

You can't even tell your best friends.

All right, where's the other one?

For our 25th wedding anniversary.

There's a box right here, John. Take it easy.

His wife, hell, man.

- You know she was in Vice last week? - Yeah?

There's two more down on the beach.

And an old one, at that.

...in anything and everything on Warren Karpel, okay?

The telephone wires?

It's been a long time since you've seen her, and she's gonna be surprised.

There's one guard out front.

...why you've got city detectives trying to blow their cover.

There it is. The dirt road up there with the eucalyptus trees.

All right, look, total value is 2.7 million.

To eliminate anybody who could testify against him.

- What do you know about him? - Harvey Russo.

- Which one? - The one that quit...

You know, Starsky, I have a feeling we've seen her somewhere.

- Out of work. - Get out of here.

... and we think your friend Colby is the hit man imported...

- How about my Kaiser-Frazer? - John Colby called.