Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ms. Jane Kirkpatrick.
and Mr Caesar's sailing on his yacht.
a pattern of serial crimes which had occurred throughout the city.
♪ D-D-D-D-Dragnet Dragnet ♪
It’s for you… It’s your birthday
no matter how they got it.
- ♪ M-My name's Friday ♪ - ♪ Enforce the laws ♪
Actually, I've only been driving with Streebek a couple of days.
Advise for tomorrow
Hi.
- Joe. - Captain.
- But you wouldn't want to smell it. - Why is that?
♪ Me me me me ♪
And you're doubling up on them.
I don't want to ruin a wonderful evening by bringing you in on a misdemeanour.
Forgotten about them?
♪ This is the city of crime ♪
♪ Police, police police officer, ma'am ♪
When are you worried about my driving, Mr l-Like-Life-In-The-Fast-Lane?
We questioned the battered train engineer, Señor Tito Provencal...
Captain Gannon had assigned me to investigate the Pagan robberies...
Good! When you wake up...
They'd seemed merely irritating, but were gaining notoriety...
you got balls as big as church bells.
Excuse me, miss. I never did catch your name.
Los Angeles's habitat for wild animals sustained in dignified captivity.
It's called a mistake. But I don't suppose you ever make any of those.
As enchanting as Robin was...
Absolutely.
You have to be sure about this.
- Maybe one of them's Muzz. - We couldn't be that lucky.
and tampering with public utilities.
This is gonna be a little different. Connie won't be sleeping in a box...
Thank goodness he trusts me.
♪ And you better make 'em on the double ♪
Listen to me, Captain.
Bogus cops!
Yeah. Probably some rat-hole roadhouse...
LA
We both know I'll be out on bail.
his apartment building in the come as you are section of Venice Beach.
Now there are new methods, new philosophies, new equipment.
in the charred ruins of a downtown warehouse.
people against goodness and normalcy. P-A-G-A-N. Pagan!
9:56 p.m.
will give us proper credit for returning his magazines.
which, when mixed properly, form a liquid fertilizer that burns...
Oh, it's a knee-slapper, if you consider Penal Codes 484207 A597 and 217...
I'm afraid I'll have to take your badge and gun.
Look, Joe, don't worry. I'm still on active duty. I'm building a case.
I don't care. I'm absolutely humiliated.
[Barking]
Here's my card.
Besides, this looks bad.
We returned from Anaheim where we had dropped off the virgin Connie Swail.
- He's not here right now. - This is Sergeant Friday, L.A.P.D.
Sure, this city isn't perfect. We need a smut-free life for all our citizens.
who had dropped by to chat about more effective methods of law enforcement.
- ♪ And the snow lay round about ♪ - ♪ Deep and crisp and even ♪
I called you cops three hours ago.
Said he knew you'd understand.
An aperitif, perhaps?
To Granny Mundy.
Und Emil Mutz
♪ Me me me me me me ♪
Plus you two share that curious affection for hats.
[Friday] Monday, January 12, 8:43 a.m.
Follow us, fellas. The party's just starting!
Can you swim?
at the same desk my late Uncle Joe occupied...
With this lion's mane...
I could return our rent-a-wreck...
I don't know what to say, Mrs. Swail.
The man who tried to kill me.
We’re just about to eat here!
These accusations are preposterous!
♪ Don't step outta line ♪
Look out! Look out!
You know, when I was a little girl...
You're late, Jerry.
What is this? Some sort of juvenile cop humour?
…
You're a disgrace to this department and that badge.