Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Will you look at this?
One of your men fell off the platform back there.
Anybody can take their clothes off. My aunt does it every night.
Delano, you'll never make it as a ventriloquist.
For cheating the phone company, I'd be arrested.
Yes, but I...
How much do you think she can take?
Those mannequins, what were you doing with them?
We were invited to dress up a party, you know?
- Well, it's a lead. Let's get on it. - Okay.
...never mind.
If he didn't speak, I wouldn't have noticed that much.
- Did I see him? - Well, how could he...
Yeah, we'd be very interested in an autopsy report.
...those leering, sweating old men getting their cheap thrills?
I need phone for customers, so I...
Oh, yeah.
No, come on. Thorn's got a lot of style, you know?
We want to see Posey.
- Not yet. I apply. - Age?
He wanted me to fix him up with Ginger.
Starsky, Starsky.
T-H-O-R-N.
...then help us, so we can stop it.
- Ginger? - Yes. Her. You understand, huh?
I've got that worked out. Just write it down, so you don't get it wrong.
Monday before last. The day the club is closed, right?
We want to talk to Kathi Carmer.
That they would have to die.
- Heads or tails? - Tails.
Hey. Hey!
- Clumsy, huh? - Yeah.
Oh, we don't want to see you, Mr. Delano.
That Ginger was dead.
Here you go.
I just wouldn't be able to bring it off.
Kathi, you're frightened of someone that you know we've already arrested.
- Backstage? - Right.
See, I got a date with my boyfriend...
Well, we're right back where we started.
The enforcer for Dave Delano?
...something about his eyes too.
Only when I can't see down?
Arnold. He's a waiter.
Oh, no!
Miss?
If I get to heaven and it smells like Hungarian goulash, I'll be in trouble.
- I'm not Cherry. I'm Ginger. - Sorry.
Want some coffee?
Oh, no. Let me have her.
Hate them?
Then there's a lot she can tell us.
Is that who you saw kill Thorn?
I got a question, Starsk.
You didn't ask me.
Lieutenant? Are you sure that accident was an accident?
Hey, hey, wait a minute.
It's Brandon and Fourth.
Look, babe...
Hey, Hutch, I didn't know we were the general public.
- Posey killed those girls. - Yeah.