Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Softly.
Gotta be more specific.
They couldn't get a fix on the rest.
We've missed something, captain. We've been in such a hurry...
- Sorry about the static. - Okay.
Officer...
Four cc's benzyl cyanide, one cc diphenylamine.
Wait a sec, wait a sec, captain.
It's not his fault. He was spaced out.
Man, you're just sweating all over the place. You got a fever?
Now, you two turkeys better split. If you're here when we come out...
You lose your piece?
Kill me, and you kill your partner. Right?
Wedell dropped out of action months ago. Same for Martini.
- Dad... - You'll not find anything in the lab.
- You got a warrant? - No, I don't got a warrant.
Alice?
I was at the doctor when you folks came around. Bad cold.
He had to have help. Who helped him?
Give me a minute.
I know. I know.
Now, if we don't score by 10:00 tonight...
Is that any way to treat a convalescent?
What about Martini's old girlfriend, Sweet Alice?
We've rushed right past something important.
...until we know the exact composition. That plain enough?
Give it to me from the belly!
Wait a minute, wait. Maybe she's busy.
He was a good boy.
For Vic and you and me and your partner.
Hutch, we put 200 names in the computer.
Need your help, Hug.
- No, nothing yet. - What the hell are you guys doing?
Yes, I guess it is.
- Tell him I am too. - Hey, did you hear that?
No, that's not it.
- Get you some coffee? - Great.
If his timetable is right, he's got less than two hours.
They're all looking at you.
He's got a little business ingeniously called "Sex-sational Films."
Open up. Police.
Everybody wants it yesterday. Have you any idea of our workload?
...the central nervous system transmitting automatic impulses.
Look, you're thinking the same thing I am.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay, okay.
Of course it is. There's enough stuff for both Starsky and me.
- Thanks, buddy. - Yeah.
Well, we know it's not Bellamy and we know it's not Janos.