Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Let's get out of here.
It's as good a way as any to find out about Mac.
I have to take care of something...
Mac couldn't have gotten that bruise falling down the stairs?
- He didn't mention it to you? - No.
Hey, Eddie, can I see you for a minute?
Okay, I'll send the security home. I'll wait outside.
It's an old Russian custom.
- That's about... - Excuse me.
Yeah.
I thought we'd answered all your questions.
- Excuse me. - Hello, cutie!
You know that offer that Tessie made you, in two out of three falls?
Wanna tell me why we're not talking to each other?
- You know what your problem is? - What?
...fell down stairs. Found him dead this morning.
Gotta work on your drop kick.
We're just looking for a way to tie these killings together.
Should only deliver this fast.
Why do we have to talk about it?
This is Zebra Three. Patch me through to Captain Dobey, please.
- Where's he going? - Lf you catch him, ask.
- Hello. - Doesn't she look lovely?
Tessie, one more question.
Ellen Forbes? One second, please.
Don't believe it.
As far as I know, Mac was fine then.
Oh, I like to keep him guessing. I like to keep all my men guessing.
- Yes. - Isn't that a nice blue dress?
- Now, you finished with us? - Wait, wait, wait a minute.
- Eddie, this is Starsky. - How are you?
Don't worry, my lawyer will draw up the necessary legal papers...
All I know is that Tommy said someone was leaning on him.
Now, you're rolling, and you're rolling.
We believe they're connected.
Stay out of the ring.
Oh, you mean it's locked.
- What? - Where?
I didn't want that.
I got a right to better myself, don't I?