Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Hey, you! - Me, Pep?

♪ Well, excuse me, Copper Mr Crime-Stopper ♪

I suggest you try to be a little more like him from now on.

Yeah. Three of them. Left in separate cages.

♪ Dragnet, Dragnet, Dragnet ♪

So take off these cuffs and open the door!

- I can tell who reblocked it for you. - Pagans.

which makes him eligible for parole in seven years.

Yes, you were wonderful.

I was to contact my new partner at the central receiving lot.

That socially-retarded hedonist...

Why couldn't you have gotten here before that big, bad...

Assist officer. I'll handle this. Calm down.

Today, Dr Whirley's special guest is police commissioner for Los Angeles...

♪ We have stumbled into a major crime ♪

I didn't have the heart to turn it in.

♪ This is the city of crime ♪

♪ And preserve the safety of decent citizens ♪

He is presently in the men's correction facility at Chino...

Hey, everybody, it's me, Pep. Good to see ya!

I have a feeling this evening is going to be full of surprises.

It’s for you. It’s George Floyd.

Kids, it'll grow back.

[Electricity Zapping]

one should set his or her sights on Wall Street.

I actually pictured my ex-partner introducing that little cupcake...

Our good reverend's an amazing piece of work, isn't he, Jane?

It burns the eyes, lungs, and throat, causes vomiting...

We related the details of our successful follow-up on the Pagan robberies...

We believe that bad art and good critique are the cornerstones of a great democracy.

This is Ben, our boa constrictor.

- The next car comes, follow me in. - Wait. You can't go in there.

Get smart. Give it up by not taking it up.

He was too broken up to talk about it.

I think we're finished here, don't you, Detective Streebek?

Or maybe she will. You both are sort of starting from scratch with this thing.

Joe, Jerry, Dona! Ava!

this is not working on little cats.

They'd been playing a version of good-cop, bad-cop.

- He's gone. Let's go home. - No, the runway.

Friday, January 9, 3:12 a.m.

- What the hell do you want? - Police officers, ma'am.

Don't you realize that's my partner?

Don't you read the papers? Saturday is Bait magazine's 25th anniversary party.

I can't understand it, sir. There was a huge electronic screen up there with Pagan vision written all over it.

No. No, they don't, Miss Wiss.

Dream on, Streebek, dream on.

♪ We'll provide one for ya ♪ Huh!

Wait a minute. Connie Swail?

Must be every other stolen police vehicle on our hot sheet.

Just make sure he turns into a drug-crazed idiot, with pictures.

Wait a minute, Friday.

Excuse me. Jerry, it's time for your collagen treatment.

Sergeant Friday, your table is ready.

Frank quit. Bought a goat farm.

We briefed Captain Gannon on the outlandish festival we had attended.

3:15 a.m., Thursday, January 15.

The face of crime. It just gets bigger and badder and uglier every day.

You, too, Reverend.

Leading that attack again is Police Commissioner Jane Kirkpatrick.

in what sadly passes for the modern world.

Howdy. I'm Emil Muzz, and I'm a Pagan.

And men who smoke in public places.

Moved to Ukiah. Left you this note.

in the undercover narcotics unit where he used to work.

Must be what keeps your hair up.

- Or tomorrow. - Forty-eight?

♪♪ [Dragnet March Plays]

I'm not saying another word until my attorney gets here!

♪♪ [Dragnet March Plays]

We don't want any non-Pagans around here.

Just the facts, if you don't mind

It's for you. It's the president

Yeah, I have to. I'm wearing your underwear.

- That would make him Freddie Krueger. - [Coyote Howling]

- Move it! - Go! Go! Go! Go!

We have to be running along now.

Detective Pep Streebek: Male, Caucasian...

Clear the road.

You'll be hanging 10 downtown. Read him his rights.

Are you insane?