Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You okay?
Did you fix a pattern?
It is here, isn't it?
Don't go away.
But the pictures... I mean, the man, I do recognize this man.
Watch yourself. How are you feeling? You look awful.
...in the pleasure capital of the Caribbean.
Give it to me.
- Hiya, Sweet Alice. - Hey, did you stop by to bust me...
It's been quite a while.
Dave, there must be something you remember about this guy.
She never could get the hang of it.
Hey, what is this?
We've still got seven hours.
Let him lie.
I appreciate what you're saying, but it comes down to one question:
- Right. - Well, while I'm still feeling okay...
Do you have a current address on her?
How are you doing, huh?
You gotta ask? I'll do everything I can. Something'll turn.
Yeah, all the New York secretaries go there.
Here, this will help.
Hutch.
Could even think I dreamed it all.
We're looking for some flake who knows what was in that shot, right?
Have him call Receiving Hospital and check on Starsk.
Oh, it hurts, Hutch. Oh, God, it hurts.
Stay here.
Collins, we'll be there in 20 minutes. That's how long you got.
- Couple of weeks. It's not that import... - Shut up, Starsky!
It's got the other stuff he asked for too.
What about Wedell and Martini?
Maybe you're afraid to shoot, huh?
Does he know?
My stomach hasn't hurt this bad...
- You got a warrant? - Nope.
What was in the hypo? Vic, give it up!
- We find him and ask him. - Okay, where are my pants?
...to run a spectrograph on the slide from the hospital.
Gets his kicks intimidating young girls and old women.