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"Confidence, Huey, confidence!"

He looks at him and says, "Just what you need."

It's pretty bad.

- Come on, Starsky. - I just don't believe it's Sunday.

Why? You don't mean you'd rather be relaxing poolside with a blond lovely

than chasing vicious criminals and murderers.

Yeah, something like that.

Why don't you convince Milty to restrict his drops to weekdays?

Very funny.

Hey, Starsky. Better push it.

Yeah. Hate to keep Milty's connection waiting.

Now, look here. Look here. That's our baby.

That old tub?

That old tub is like a thousand other old tubs.

Who could identify it?

Yeah. See, the sports car is more my style.

- But I get your point. - Well, let's do it.

You get the tip.

That's good coffee.

Hello, folks. Looks like it's gonna be a nice day.

You're a gentleman and a scholar.

- You all right, Sarah? - Fine, Henny. Just fine.

- I shouldn't have let you come. - Now, we're in this together.

But, Sarah, there are 50 sticks of dynamite locked in that trunk.

Even a good bounce could set it off.

They couldn't go off. You set the timer for 5:00 this afternoon.

Well, I'm not an expert. It could go off prematurely.

Well, if it did, we'd be together.

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

Absolutely not!

You know it'll just take a few minutes to park it

and then, when we have our coffee, we'll call The Chronicle.

Henny! Our car.

- Do something. - What can I do?

Call the police?

Would you turn that thing off? You're driving me crazy with that.

- You got something against music? - Come on.

Hey, baby, lemon pie. Your favourite.

No, man. I like brown doughnuts.

Can I hep you, gentlemen?

Yeah, maybe some wine.

Red or white?

Green, like in money.

- Hey, now wait a minute. - Shut up and open the register.

- I'll get it, Dad. - Well, now, you just cool it.

Milty!

- How you doing, Milty? - Just give me a few seconds.

- Dealing drugs on Sunday. Shame. - I was taking a walk.

Spread them out. Spread them out.

He was throwing the evidence all over.

- You got it. Good work, Starsky. - Watch out for my suit, man!

- It's a new suit. - Shut up, Milty.

What do you mean, shut up?

"Repeat, they are armed and dangerous."

"Escape car is a white, two-door 1963 Chevrolet, unknown license."

"2814 Folsom. 909 on 8th Avenue..."

- Let's get out of here. - What are you guys doing?!

- Come on. - I didn't do nothing!

Get in the car!

- You guys didn't read me my rights. - Not now.

Read him his rights.

- Yeah, read me my rights! - Shut up.

You have the right to remain silent.

I got a right to remain alive, you mean.

Slow down, slow down!

You have the right to speak with an attorney. Enough?

35 miles an hour is the speed limit! 35. Do you hear me?

- Did you make out the plates? - No.

- Get closer. - You think I'm trying to lose them?

Very funny.

Watch the truck!

- Watch out for the truck! - Starsky!

Get out of the way!

Well, we lost them.

Him too.

Him too.

Hey, Teddy!

- Where'd you get this car? - Coffee shop.

- Where'd you get that bread? - The liquor store.

And I work my tail off for 3 bucks an hour?

- Man, I wish I had the guts. - Guts? What's there to be scared of?

Hey, man, the slammer.

The thought of going to the slammer gives me the screaming meemies.

- Man, 210 lousy bucks. - That ain't no bread at all.

- Ain't even enough to pay my bookie. - So, what we gonna do now?

We're gonna do what we're the best at. We're gonna score again.

Only this time, we'll make sure it's a big one.

- What's big that's open on Sunday? - Just leave it to me. I know a place.

But see, if we go out in that,

it'll be smothered in blue uniforms before we hit the first stop sign.

Not if we paint it and change them license plates.

Teddy, you got some old license plates around?

Yeah. I hauled a wreck in. Ohio plates.

Good. Tell you what I'll do.

I'll give you 20 for the plates, and I'll give you 20 for the paint.

That sounds all right. What's your favourite colour?

Just like you, old buddy.

Green.

You something.

- Wanna tell me what happened here? - Sure.

I was in the shop next door.

The gift shop, picking up a little something for my wife.

- It's our 15th anniversary. - Congratulations.

Thank you. Anyway, I heard this...

What about my father?

His eyes are wide open and clear as a bell, kiddie. Take it easy.

He's gonna be fine. Here you go.

That's a good boy.

- Now tell me, what did you see? - Not much.

Except the guy who hit me was big and black.

6-2-1-C-l...

- You wanna hold on a minute? - Sure, of course.

Hey, Starsky!

Come here.

Excuse me, officer.

Starsky, this is Mr. Mills. Mr. Mills, Detective Starsky.

- Pleasure to meet you. - Mr. Mills here is a very observant man.

Well, I try to be. You see, I was in the shop next door.

The gift shop, picking up a little something for my wife.

It's our 15th wedding anniversary.

Anyway, I heard this backfire, you see. Then I heard a crash of bottles.

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

and the car was parked right in that spot.

- White Chevy. - A white Chevy, right.

- Don't suppose you got the license? - He sure did.

- Did you write it down? - No, sir.

I pride myself on my memory too.

I already told Detective Hutchinson the number.

- So, what's the problem? - I haven't got a pencil.

That's why I asked you out here. You have a pencil?

- No, I don't have a pencil. - Sir?

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

- And... - Piece of paper. Thank you.

Now, that was 6-2-1...

- 6-2-1. - C-l-E.

- C-l-E. - Right. Very good.

- Here's your pencil. - Thank you.

- Here's your paper. - Thank you very much.

That's good work, Starsky.

- Did you gentlemen want to see us? - Yes.

This is Detective Hutchinson. My name is Dave Starsky.

Could we go in the sitting room and talk?

Sure. Sure.

Do you own a 1963 Chevrolet, license plate 621 CIE?

And where do you keep your car parked?

In the parking space out back, right outside our window.

Your car was used in a robbery over 2 hours ago.

- Didn't you notice it was missing? - Well, it wasn't missing from here.

It was stolen from the parking lot at the Quality Coffee Shop.

We had to take the bus to get home.

Could you tell us why you didn't report this matter to the police?

You'd better tell them, Henny.

We don't want anyone to get hurt because of us.

Well, we weren't anxious to report it to the police because...

Because there are 50 sticks of dynamite locked in the trunk

and it's set to go off at 5:00 this afternoon.

Why?

This place.

This home is a rattrap.

The plumbing only works once in a while. There's a leak in the roof.

And the food... Why, talk about garbage.

We pleaded with the city for 2 years.

They promised that they'd do something, but they never did.

- They've got what? - That's right.

50 sticks of dynamite set to go off at 5:00 p.m.

That gives us about 4 hours.

Stay there. I'm gonna put you on hold.

Put this on the air, top priority.

That Chevy in the liquor-store robbery, I want every available man hunting it.

It's set to blow up at 5 p.m.

You can't go around raising money for repairs that way. It's against the law.

- We're gonna have to take you folks in. - We know.

You wanna put the cuffs on them?

- You're kidding. - It's regulations.

You know that regulation. I don't know that regulation.

You put the cuffs on them.

Folks, if you give me your word that you won't try to escape,

- we won't need the cuffs. - We won't try to escape, officer.

Where could we go?

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

- Captain, it's 1:37. - What are you, the town crier?

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

I think you ought to call the radio and TV stations.

- Have them alert the public. - And create panic?

There'd be more people killed racing away from Chevys

than if that dynamite went off downtown.

- I think... - Don't!

Still 3 hours to think.

A white 1963 Chevy. It's gotta be somewhere.

- What do you think? - What do I think? Man, it's beautiful.

Teddy, you are faster than a speeding bullet.

I'll tell you, it was worth the 30 bucks.

Let's do it.

- See you later, Teddy. - All right.

Hey, Wilbur. Don't scratch the paint, now.

Now, sugar, I believe in women's lib,

which means you're entitled to steal as much as any male bartender.

But keep this in mind: there's thievery and allowable thievery,

and I allows just a little thievery.

And don't forget: don't throw the money you're ripping off

in the bar sink, because it gums up the plumbing.

Hey, you guys, ain't you supposed to come in through the alley?

- Figured you wouldn't mind. - It being Sunday.

Cops coming in through the front door give the place a bad name.

- What will my customers think? - Got a minute, Hug?

Starsky and Hutch. They ain't on the take, so no freebies.

My new barmaid, Dianne Sills.

- Hello. - Hello.

Hi.

- Have a seat. - Thank you.

Okay, what's happening?

The usual. A little robbery, a couple murders.

Now, why should today be different than any other?

Today's a little different than the usual.

The jokers we're after are driving around in a stolen car

rigged with a bomb, set to go off at 5 p.m.

And they don't know it.

It's 2:15. That gives you 3 hours to find them and tell them about it.

That's plenty of time if we knew where to look.

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

it could bounce that timing device up and...

Then everybody would know about it, right?

See our problem, Hug?

Well, I dig your troubles. What else?

They hit a liquor store on Glenville and 3rd.

Some bad dudes, huh?

Let me make some calls, and I'll get back to you.

All right, get in there, darling!

Okay, fill it up.

You sharks don't miss a day, do you?

Everybody just stay cool and nobody gets burned.

Keep your hands where I can see them.

Come on. Come on.

Make out you're late for a date with Robert Redford.

Come on, come on. Come on.

Get him!

- Hey, Hutch? - What?

Don't forget the chilli.

It's one plain

and one with mustard and onions and relish and sauerkraut and chilli.

Zebra 3, Zebra 3, this is Dobey.

- Go ahead, captain. - Huggy Bear's just called in here.

Thinks there may be a contact for you over at Jackson Park.

Gotcha, captain. Hutch, we got something.

- Where to? - Jackson High School.

- What you got? / - Huggy says we'll find out when we get there.

- Where's mine? - I dumped it.

You dumped it?

You can't eat while you're driving. You're dangerous.

I'm also hungry. Next time, you drive.

Come on, man.

I'm gonna throw the rope-a-dope on you.

Let's go! Go, go!

All right, all right, all right!

Let's go.

- Okay. - Okay.

Hey, hey! That was a beautiful shot.

- What grade you in? - You wouldn't believe it.

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

about some bad news that blew in from Denver last week.

Man, they don't look like no friends to me, do they, Tony?

No, Huey, they look like the fuzz to me.

Kid's bright.

You guys are a little short to play basketball.

I can't understand it, man. We eats our full ration of chitlins every day.

Hey, listen. What we want to know is worth about 50 bucks to us.

Hear that, Huey? These dudes are high rollers, man.

Maybe these two kids wanna gamble.

Maybe you wanna play a little two-man basketball, huh?

You win, we double the 50, and you don't have to tell us nothing.

And if we win, you tell us everything we want to know, and we pay you zip.

That's worth a try, isn't it?

Hey, Huey, you hear that, man? Now, let me get this straight.

We win, you give us 100 bucks, and we don't have to tell you nothing.

But if we win...

Okay. Okay. How many points?

- 10 points, Starsky? - You got it.

What is that? What is that? 2 points a basket?

Yeah. 10 points is 5 baskets. I'll tell you what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna let you take it out first.

You ready? You ready now, right? You ready?

- You ready now? - You sure?

- 2 points! - That's what he said.

- 2 points a basket, right? - Right.

- Who takes out? You or us? - Us.

- Okay. - Come on. Let's go.

Who's your man?

- I got it. - They got the ball.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

That's 4 points for the good guys!

- 4 points for the good guys. - That's all right. All right.

- Let's go. - All right. Special.

Here we go.

Come on, man.

- Hey, wait a minute. Wait a minute. - Hey, we do something wrong?

- I think we've been hustled, man. - Yeah, I know, by experts.

Hey, look here, y'all.

You know that 50 you was talking about at the top?

If we forfeit the game right now, will you make it 20?

Well, like we were saying,

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

about two guys that came in last week from Denver.

- Salt-and-pepper combo. - Salt-and-pepper combo?

You talking about the liquor-store holdup today, huh?

We heard those guys hang out at a bookie joint we know about.

Black dude's name is Gregg something-or...

Yeah, and the other guy's Wilbur Sloan.

Sloan, huh? Where's the bookie joint?

- Monty's bar. - It's in the back.

On 5th Street.

- I got the back. - Okay.

- May I have a beer, please? - It's private back there, man.

Hey, not to me, man. I got a bundle. I want to bet it on something special.

- Who sent you? - Jackson. Yeah, that's his name.

Nobody's home by that name. You better take off.

- Come on. What's the password? - Take off!

Two words? What?

Okay, turkey,

you tell him you got two high rollers out here. Now, what's the word?

- All right, that's it! - Take it easy. Everybody easy.

There's nothing to worry about unless you're doing something illegal.

Don't turn it off. How will we know who won?

Out.

Okay, out. Go ahead. Come on. Take your drink with you.

Out. Don't worry. Come back later for your payoff.

- Another day, another dollar, huh? - Out. Out.

You, stay!

You gonna be here later for the payoff?

We're a small operation. We can afford maybe 500 a week. Right, Ed?

Take it easy, Marty.

There's no percentage in taking it easy.

I'm still listening.

Well, in that case, maybe we can sweeten the pot. Say, 700?

We got a black guy called Gregg something and his pal, Wilbur Sloan.

We never heard of them.

- We know you handle their action. - Them?

Sure. They were in here a couple of hours ago to make a payoff.

They're good Joes. Never welshed on a bet yet.

They've got integrity, Starsky.

Yeah, nice to know we're looking for a class act.

If you're gonna bust us, bust us!

Take it easy, Marty. Who said anything about a bust?

Right, fellas?

- Right. - No, we want you to stay visible.

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

Now, you help us collar them, and we might forget about this address.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Well, in that case, I guess I should tell you.

There's this go-go dancer, Sally Ann.

She used to be married to the Sloan guy.

She works the Princess Discotheque near Washburn.

Ed, I predict a bright future for you.

- Would this joint be open now? - Day and night, every day of the week.

Ed, we got no future if those two find out we gave out information.

- Come on. We had no choice. - We got a choice.

The vigorish.

We play both ends, like usual, huh?

Ted's Body and Fender.

Yeah, I might be able to reach them. What's the message?

Look, tell them that two cops are looking for them. Real hard.

And tell Wilbur they're visiting his ex right now.

All right.

I know what you're thinking.

You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

Okay. You wanna talk?

Sure. As soon as I can hear again.

Well, our customers prefer volume to quality.

I have to go back on again in a couple of minutes, so

if you wanna talk, talk. Okay?

- Tell us about Wilbur. - Wilbur.

And then I was married to that weirdo, Wilbur, for 2 months.

Can you believe I see him more now than when we were living together?

- When was the last time you saw him? - Last night. About 7:00, I guess.

The mariage broke, because there was hardly and sex.

Not that Wilbur could not, if you know what I mean.

It's like... He goes for gambling. Horses, basketball,

football. Do you know, a real sports freak.

Every perform I turn on, maybe 50 dude want me.

But in my bedroom, in my own home, if I did it for Wilbur, for real.

And Wilbur turned on. He turned on baseball games.

He turned on football games. He turned on tennis. Weird, huh?

I already got one inferiority complex.

I went to a soul plumber, and he explained to me

that I was Wilbur's problem, not mine

and that I better get rid of him, before he ruin my career.

And what about this other guy?

Yeah. The other cultural giant. Gregg Morton.

He is a rock freak.

He can never enough of this music.

Do you know where we can find these two guys?

Well, if they ain't at the bookie joint, and they ain't here,

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

Me and my cousin Ted came out here from Denver abou 6 months ago.

Just a minute. I'm on again. I gotta go. Powder my nose, okay?

Bye-bye.

Bye-bye.

So she wouldn't talk, huh?

It's a good thing we didn't ask her anything personal.

- What do you mean, my type? - Hey!

You pigs looking for us?!

- Let's talk. - Nothing to talk about.

It's the end of the line.

You blew it. You had them cold, but you blew it.

In the meantime, it's 2:45.

They're doing a wheelie around town in a bomb set to go off in a few hours.

Now wait a minute, captain. It's not all bad news. We know who they are.

The Caucasian is Wilbur Sloan. And the black is Gregg Morton.

We can run a make on them out of Denver.

Why didn't you say so? Now look, I want you to hold that line open.

- Report in every 10 minutes. - Come in, Captain Dobey. I've lost you.

I can hear you, damn it. I said, I want you to report in every 10 minutes!

Zebra 3 to Dobey. I've lost you.

- Hutch! Starsky! - Two nylon-lined, steel-belted,

- double-layered, 60-buck tires. - Starsky! Hutch!

I'll kill those...

You can go home now, folks.

- But we can't. - Yes, you can.

Your lawyer got you released 2 hours ago. You're out on bail.

We can't leave now, not till we identify these men.

They've been identified.

Detectives Starsky and Hutchinson have identified them.

- You can leave now. - Well,

- come on then, Sarah. - We really oughtn't to, Henny.

Not until they've been apprehended and we know that no one's injured.

Detectives Starsky and Hutchinson have identified the car thieves.

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

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

Don't you think a lot of them, captain?

Yes, Mr. Wilson. I think of them a lot.

- They usually check in here every day. - I don't know.

That's a habit with them, isn't it?

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

- Starsky. - What?

Come here.

- I'm not trying to... - Just don't go away, Ted.

- No. - Good boy.

You want to come here for a second, Ted? Come on.

Now, you wanna tell us something about that white Chevy

that was standing right here, that is not white anymore?

Look, Ted.

Yeah?

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

Then I want you to start talking.

I don't want you to stop until you've told us everything you know.

That Chevy is a bomb. It's set to go off in a couple of hours.

Your buddies will get it, and a lot of other people.

And when that happens, you're gonna be up for murder.

Who, me? I didn't do nothing.

And you're going to be up for it all by yourself.

Because little old Gregg and little old Wilbur

are gonna be blown sky-high.

- Green. They painted it green. - Plates.

Ohio plates. They're out of state.

- Number? - I don't know.

All I know is that they were Ohio plates, and I didn't do nothing!

They held a gun on me and said they'd kill me if I told anybody.

They took the paint and the plates.

Cops. They're weird.

- I'm not gonna play it like that. - Time is running out, captain.

If we appeal to the public through radio and TV, we've got a chance.

We've got plenty of time

now that we know what colour the car is and it's carrying Ohio plates.

How many two-door Chevys are painted green with Ohio plates?

- One, but suppose it doesn't surface. - It better, with 500 men on the alert.

A little radio and television coverage never hurt.

Okay.

- We better put it on the air. - Now that makes sense.

What doesn't make sense is the way you hand in your daily reports.

- Local wire service, please. - Once every 7 days is not daily.

If we wanted them every 7 days they'd be weekly reports, wouldn't they?

- Yes, sir. - Well, wouldn't they?

- Yes, captain. - Hold on for Captain Dobey, please.

- Miss your lunch, captain? - Yeah.

Due to certain circumstances, I missed mine.

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

Hey, look, you get paid just like I do. Buy your own!

Thanks, captain. I see what you mean.

And another thing:

I want those reports handed in daily, neatly typed, in triplicate.

Captain, line 2.

And don't you ever pull any of that phoney radio-interference jazz on me.

You cut off communication with us, nothing's gonna happen.

- Thanks, captain. - Dobey here. Yeah.

I wanna put it on the air every 5 minutes.

Green Chevy. 63. Two-door.

Starsky! Starsky!

Damn!

It's my duty to call your attention to that dent in your fender.

- We cannot be responsible for any... - Yeah, sure.

- Gregg, would you turn that thing off? - What?

I said, turn it off, man. You're gonna hear them in a few minutes.

Wow, the world sure is full of killjoys.

This important announcement just came over the newswire:

The police department is looking for a green Chevrolet, 1963,

with Ohio license plates.

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

If you hear my voice, Wilbur and Gregg,

abandon the car in a deserted area and telephone the location to this station.

Anybody else who sees this car,

immediately telephone the police department.

15-year-old boy Moss Bradley O'Riley has been seriously injured...

Get on out of here, look for that car.

An important announcement from the police department on the newswire:

if anyone sees a green Chevy with Ohio license plates,

please call the police emergency switchboard at 555-6673 immediately.

Now the local weather.

Sunny and hot today and tomorrow. Highs today...

All units, green Chevrolet with Ohio license reported.

Music Pavilion, underground parking area.

Zebra 3, see attendant, Market Street entrance.

Got it.

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

That's it.

- Hot-wire. - I got the trunk.

Come on.

Come on.

- Get me into the open somewhere! - Less than 2 minutes!

Get him the hell out of here!

Come on, baby.

Come on.

Be fast, you lousy watch. Be fast, just this one time.

I don't like walking out before the show is over. It ain't professional.

Come on, man, you know I got 500 bet on the Lakers.

It's the middle of the show!

At least I can hear the end of the game on the radio.

You like that noise so much, you stay.

And take a bus home, right?

Wilbur, hold it!

You folks get back in the elevator, and stay there.

Don't stand there with your mouth open. Cuff him.

Hey, Wilbur, this is your lucky day.

The Lakers won.

And Councilman Brown has agreed to have lunch with us.

Councilman Brown feels that conditions

are oftentimes exaggerated, so he's come to see for himself.

To aid in his survey, we have arranged for the proprietor

of Huggy Bear's restaurant, and noted food expert, to join us.

Well, dig in, councilman. It's the usual Tuesday lunch.

- It's pretty good, huh? - Not bad.

Councilman, as an expert, it is my considered opinion

that whoever refers to this as "food" is in error.

- I have no doubt it's nutritious. - Have some more then, councilman.

Nutritious? Food should have an aroma, not an odour.

Food should caress the palate, not grab the throat, councilman.

We've explained to these good people that you're a concerned public official.

Yes, I see your point. But I think that I'm running late,

so I will relate my experience to the council.

Now, if you'll forgive me.

How long have they been eating this garbage?

Years.

I don't know what I can do about the rats or the leak in the roof,

but I will promise you this:

there'll be a new food budget tomorrow.

Well, then. For those of you who like Chinese food, we have here...

- Boy, do we have here. - barbecued ribs and chow mein.

And for those who want American, we have hamburgers, hot dogs.

And for the discriminating, soul food.

- I'm not hungry. - Me, I prefer tacos and enchiladas.

What kind of food do they serve in the slammer, Detective Starsky?

I tell you:

the two of you aren't going into the slammer.

Now, Hutch and I have heard that the two of you are on probation.

But if we ever, ever hear the two of you collecting dynamite again...

Never.

I think my appetite's come back. Pass the chow mein, please...

On the other hand, I think I'll have some

black-eyed peas and some hamhocks.