Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Three years. Three!

He was being pressured into selling his laundry...

Hey, come on, now, let's just take it easy. Slow it down.

That's right. George Felton.

...and we'll go a few falls sometime, you know, legit-style.

Well, then take a request for information, please.

- I don't have time to fool with it. - Okay.

...and then Mac has an accident. Starsky, the coincidences stink.

- Which guy? - Come on.

- Tessie! - Hi, sugarplum!

Carnieri's widow said that he was into long shots.

I'm thinking maybe he was dead before he was pushed down the stairs.

...and a man named Carnieri, who I never even heard of...

You hear where he's coming from. We got a million things to do.

- No, tomorrow. - I'm gonna go take a look.

You wouldn't bruise a peace officer, would you?

He's making a move.

Carnieri had the same thing?

Oh, I'm sorry. This is Mr. Felton. Detectives Starsky and Hutchinson.

Yeah, I hardly recognize him.

- Yeah. Half kid, half man. - Half horse.

Ten-four, Traffic A.

Yeah. Well, your mouse always runs in front...

- And I say... - "Soon, Henry."

...where'd it come from?

Well, let's go in the main office and find out.

- But I can't go. - Why not?

Look at it this way, we'll do you a favour.

Something about those two guys got under his skin.

- Carnieri? - I've never heard of the man.

He's the guy that threw the referee into the third row.