Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He's gonna be fine. Here you go.

Do you own a 1963 Chevrolet...

Well, today's a little different than the usual.

The men in the car are Wilbur Sloan and Gregg Morton.

I still feel as if I should drive into the courthouse garage with you.

- What about my father? - I heard the crash of bottles...

Green. They painted it green.

- Officer? I have a pencil. - Thank you.

Friends call in a bet, you give us a call. Number's on the card.

What about this other guy?

I don't suppose you could spare that extra hamburger?

Then everybody would know about it, right?

Now, why should today be different than any other?

Then I saw two men run from right there, jump into the car...

What do I think? Man, it's beautiful!

That Chevy is a bomb.

You get the tip.

I'm sure they'll be in custody very soon.

You pigs looking for us?

Put this on the air, top priority.

And the black is Gregg Morton.

There'd be more people killed racing away from Chevys...

We're friends of a guy who says you can tell us...

Well, like we were saying...

Seems impossible. 500 men on the job and that Chevy hasn't surfaced yet.

- How much time we got? - It's 12 minutes to 5.

- Do something! - What can I do?

I have a great deal of confidence in those two young men.

If you're gonna bust us, bust us!

...they're usually over at my cousin Ted's body shop.

Now we're gonna lay it out for you just one time.

I don't know their habits. Sometimes they're around, sometimes they're not.

Some bad dudes, huh?

- I'm pointing out the time. - I know what time it is.

Maybe not. If they hit one stone, one pebble in the street...

Repeat, they are armed and dangerous.