Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Ginger is dead. - Oh, come on, Manny.
We know.
- The secret ingredient, I cannot reveal. - Oh, come on.
What? What are you talking about, Hutch?
I don't know.
...uninterrupted. - Good idea.
And now, here's Ginger!
When?
- Come on, I'll show you where he was. - Excuse me.
Okay?
You got that part wrong.
That's strange.
That's funny. I was having the same thoughts myself.
Earlier, there was a man sitting in the back booth...
Is it all right if Kathi gets changed? I'd like to take her home now.
You think the three of them were involved in it together?
I think you know Starsky and Hutch.
Hold it! Come on, man.
And Birnbom could have been looking in the wrong place.
Yeah.
You go and tell Mr. Delano that he's just made an appointment.
The game is over, baby. Now make the call!
Francine just identified the sketch we had made.
- In fact, we're sure. - Starsky?
...Birnbom...
...I'd be arrested.
- Yes. - Okay.
Yeah. Yeah, look, we think Thorn knew a girl who was murdered last night.
...all the help... Any questions that they have... Give them all the help...
Kathi...
...and prayers for all good things in the future.
Where are you?
- Please? - The window dummies upstairs.
- Can I rest now? I'm so very tired. - Soon, Anton.
I'm talking about a catered affair where everything was rented...
Well, well, well, look who's here.
And this guy asked for her number, he writes it down, and nothing.
Hi. Police. Detectives Starsky and Hutchinson.
I'm going to be as upfront with all the facts as I can...
Who?
The Panama Club, you were there last night, right?
I mean, you coming along on his date...
Hey, look, I wonder if you could give us a line on a Jack Thorn.
You think all they have to be is big up here...