Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I'll just take my share and... - On your feet.

You don't have to buy, just look.

Would you like that?

DA promised to drop his dope charge.

This is Zebra 3. Roger.

I have to compare each slug with ballistics.

Man, this heap is a piece of garbage. When you gonna fix it?

- Outside door, huh? - Yeah.

What do you mean, "rest of your merchandise"?

It's driving me nuts, and you don't hear it?

I didn't even get a chance to get into my character.

I'm just kidding. Got a sense of humour?

There's no dog. What's the matter? You been sampling the goods again?

- There you go, Hug. - Thanks.

That bureau over there.

Why would he wanna try to hit us? He got his coke back.

That gun didn't up and walk out of that warehouse by itself.

...and you gonna tell everything, my man.

- Starsky and Hutch? - Could have been.

This is the bullet that killed Crandell.

You'd look natural with a .38 calibre third eye...

- What's going on? - We're on a call!

Did I say $50,000?

Crandell's dead.

There's a million bucks' worth of top-grade cocaine in there...

Four million dollars' worth of coke was in that shipment you busted today.

I guess you do. Go on and do your thing.

What dog? I don't see a dog.

...in the middle of your forehead.

Marty Crandell.