All language subtitles for Starsky & Hutch S02e17 The Set-Up (2)_track3_[eng]

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[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

[TYRES SCREECHING]

[EXPLODES]

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MAN:
Hey, let me help you!

[BOTH GIGGLING]

WOMAN:
Terry, I'm not that delicate.

TERRY: Well, it's not every day a guy
finds out he's gonna have a son.

That'll be quite a trick.
Well, you know what I mean.

You're gonna have a kid.
Terrence Patrick Nash Jr.

That'll be a funny name
if it turns out to be a girl.

Maybe not so funny.

[BOTH LAUGHING]

Hey. You're very pretty,
you know. I love you.

Let's go up the coast to Santa Barbara
for the weekend and celebrate, okay?

Great.

Or Paris.

Cleveland.

Cleveland by the sea.

We'll do it.

Okay.

[DROPS KEYS]

Aw...

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[GUNSHOTS]

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

Patty...

Patty!

Patty!

Patty!

Shh, Mr. Nash, there are people
sleeping in the other room.

TERRY: Where's my wife?
I wanna see my wife!

Be quiet, Terry. Be quiet.

You're in a hospital.
It's 5:00 in the morning.

Sorry, Dr. Stegner.
He just woke up
and started to scream.

It's all right, nurse.
Just leave us alone, please.

Yes, doctor.
Thank you.

Terry, it's me, George.

Open your eyes, look at me.
You recognise me?

George Stegner, your brother-in-law.
Patty's brother.

You recognise me now?

Yeah, I know you.
Hey, how about that.

Well, how do you like that, huh?
Good old George.

Do you remember, Terry?
Do you remember what happened?

You do. You do. Don't turn
away from me. Look at me.

You had a lousy time,
a real lousy time,
but we all know that,

but while you were lying
on your back, I was out on the phone

making arrangements
for Patty's funeral.

Your wife, Terry, but my sister.

You think I don't feel anything?

You think I'm not feeling it now?

Listen to me, Terry.
I'm scared.

I'm scared to death.

Those weren't just
a couple of maniacs, kid.

They were hired, Terry.
Those men were professionals.

I don't understand.
Listen to me.

Patty never told you
about her father.

My father.

He was a crook, Terry.
He was in the Syndicate
out of Chicago.

30 years.

Thirty, Terry, and he wanted out.

Maybe it was getting too hot,
maybe he was getting too old.
I don't know.

Well, what does that have to do...?
Let me finish.

They killed him, huh?

Four years ago,
just before you met Patty,

and they would've killed us
for what they felt we might've known

or what he might've told us,

but Patty and I
thought we were smart.

We changed our names,
we moved a half a dozen times,

and up until two weeks ago,
I thought we were safe.

Two weeks?

That's how long
you've been here, unconscious.

Look, I don't know if they've made
the connection between me and Patty,

but I figured you ought to know,
so I told you.

And I'll tell you something else.
Get out, Terry.

Go home, pack a bag,
get on a plane and disappear.

Change your name, make it legal.

Forget about me and this city
and everything that happened here.

Now, you give me 10 minutes.
You get dressed.

Clothes are in the closet, there.

I'll call a cab.

I'll think of some excuse
to get rid of that policeman
outside the door.

You understand me?
Do it. You do it.

George?

Who did it?

[SIGHS]

You tell me, George.
I have a right to know.
You said I did.

Why? You couldn't do anything.
The police haven't been able
to do anything.

The man's untouchable.
Please tell me the name.

I'm begging you.
Well, what's the point?

I've lived with this thing
all my life.

Durniak.

Joseph Durniak.
The name mean anything to you?

You must've seen it
a thousand times on TV
and in the newspapers.

Look. His face on a magazine
a couple of months ago.

Durniak...

Yeah, sure. Where?
Forget it, Terry.

Where, George? Where?

Here, damn it, the city.

Where?

A hotel. What's the difference?
What do you think this is,
amateur night, kid?

You tell me the name of that hotel.
You tell me the name of that.

The Freemont.

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[HUTCH SINGING
"BLACK BEAN SOUP"]

Oh, you're awake.

[HUTCH WHISTLES
"BLACK BEAN SOUP"]

[STARSKY GROANS]

This a dawn or a sunset?
This one's a dawn.

[HUTCH WHISTLING]

Good morning, good buddies,
this is the Puce Goose,
and I'm on the loose.

Anybody out there?

Starsky, I thought we agreed
you weren't gonna play
with that thing anymore.

You agreed, I didn't agree.
This is Americana in action, Hutch.

Americana, reaching out to one
another. Hands across the airwaves.

Fingers fumbling
through the frequencies.

This is the Puce Goose,
I'm looking for a gander.
Any of you good buddies out there?

Hey, you remember that
good buddy outside of Albuquerque?

Like to tear that restaurant apart
trying to get to you.

Ah, he was a sorehead,
anybody could tell that.

Yeah, sure he was.

This is the Puce Goose,
and I'm with my pal,
the Blond Blintz,

and we're heading west.
Anybody out there?

The Blond what?
Blintz.

WOMAN ON RADIO:
Hello, Puce Goose?
Why, this is Hungry Mama.

I'm out here, and I bet
you truckers get so lonely
out on that road.

You bet, Hungry Mama,
we do that.

Me and my girls, we just love
to cheer up lonely truck drivers.

Our trailers are just three miles
past the Nevada border.

I think we just passed them.

[SIGHS]

Might have been a nice place
to stop for breakfast.

Give me that thing.

Negatory, Hungry Mama.
10-17 before pleasure,

and right now the Puce Goose
has a hot 10-17 to tend to.

I don't think they're
serving food, Starsky.

You two-bit cheapskate
gear jockeys are all alike!

[LAUGHS]

Another sorehead.

Morning. What you carrying?

Paper goods.
El Paso to Fresno.

Been weighed in the last 500 miles?
Uh...

Oh.

There's a place called
Jeb's Restaurant,
two miles this side of Barstow.

Pick up your real cargo.

He's finally here, huh?
Looks it.

You know, you guys aren't the only
ones who've been driving around

for the last two weeks.
You just happen to be the ones
that caught the gold ring.

Good saw.

[TRUCK HONKS]

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Morning, Mr. Nash.

Are you all right, Mr. Nash?

Yeah, I'm all right.

[GUNSHOTS]

[PATTY SCREAMING]

[MUSIC PLAYS ON RADIO]

Real Americana.
Right.

Real Americana, these people.
Apple pie and ice cream.

MAN:
What's that?

Ice cream.
Gotta have some.

Another one of your good buddies?
Yeah.

Hey, Willie, I ordered poached!
Do these look like poached?

And where's my double order
of flapjacks and ham?

Thanks.

Hey, what a big spender.
Fifteen whole cents.

Oh, maybe I'll retire.
Perhaps take a trip to Bermuda.
What can I do for you guys?

Couple of cups of java.
What?

Java, that's truck-driver
talk for "coffee."

Hey, Willie,
we got a wise guy out here.

Just like a couple of cups of coffee
and maybe a couple of sweet rolls.

Uh... Just one sweet roll for me.

I picked him up hitchhiking.
What?

Oh, nothing, nothing.

You sure?
Yeah.

Turn around.

Oh, boy. Uh, uh...

Look, uh...
Why don't you just go back there
and finish your pie, huh?

What?
He said go back and finish your pie.

Uh, he can be a little obnoxious
from time to time,

but there's no reason
for any trouble, huh?

Why don't you just go back there
and finish your apple pie?

[CHUCKLES]

Hi, fellas.

Yeah.
STARSKY: Fancy that.

Okay.

Keep the change, huh.
Hold the java, we got a detour.

Another big tipper.

Well, we heard you came
down from San Francisco.

Oh, they told me
I was going to San Diego.

Nothing sacred anymore.
Can't even trust the police.

When did they tell
you to stop here?

Oh, about 20 miles back,
when I phoned in.

Just like they told me to.

I'll tell you one thing,
there ain't nobody
gonna find Joe Durniak,

at least not until
he's had a chance to testify.

Hiya, Joey.
Long time no see.

Davy!

Little Davy Starsky!

This is my partner, Ken Hutchinson.
How do you do?

How long you been partners?
About seven years.

Well, if he kept you around
that long, you gotta be okay.

Now, little Davy, here,
he never knew whether to...
Iove me or hate me.

I represented everything
your father fought against.

Some wise guys,
they shot him down one night.

Yeah, I know.
Joey paid for the funeral.

Your papa,
he was one hell of a man.

He deserved better than he got.

We better get moving.
Yeah.

DURNIAK: No, let Davy drive.
I'll sit here and talk old times
with your friend.

If you're not here, he'Il...
He'll only hear my side.

That'll be nicer.
Okay.

HUTCH:
Lock it up. Thanks a lot.

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Good morning.

Would you like this
in a cheque, Mr. Nash?

Cash. $100 bills.

I don't know if we have
25 hundred-dollar bills.

Uh, I'll take what you have
and the rest in 50s.

Not going to Las Vegas, I hope.
Won't take a second.

Who is it?
HUTCH: It's me.

Who's "me"?

[GROANS]

It's your partner, dummy.

I don't know anybody by that name.
Well, try the Blond Blintz.

Enter, sayeth the Puce Goose.
Room service.

Oh, you come bringing gifts.

I'll sit here.

Well, Joe, I had a talk with
our captain downstairs.

He says there's a van gonna be here
to pick you up, take you down to
the federal building this afternoon.

And tonight, after you've had
a little chat with a grand jury,

we're all three of us
gonna move to another hotel.

Are you on a diet, Hutch?

Oh, no, I just make it a point
never to eat hotel breakfasts.

I may be wrong, Joe,
but you don't seem too impressed
with all this security.

Uh, right now,
I'm much more interested
in why you won't eat in a hotel.

Oh, it's nothing, it's just something
I read. I'm sure you got
nothing to worry about.

I was right there
looking over the cooks' shoulders
when they made this stuff.

Relax, Joe, sit down.
You got nothing to worry about.

They're gonna get to me.

There ain't nobody...
gonna stop them.

Sooner or later,
they get to me.

Hey, Joe, we got every Syndicate man
in a 500-mile radius being watched.

You can't watch everybody.

You cops, you... You think you got
a corner on modern science.

I can tell you that there are
more ways of killing people
than you'll ever know about.

You don't believe me,
do you?

Why don't you check out
that plane crash
in Canada last month?

They did that to kill one man.
One.

Do you think they cared
about the others?

I'm still interested in why your buddy
won't eat a hotel breakfast.

Yeah, me too.

Oh, well, uh... It's nothing.
It's just something I read.

You said that already.
What did you read?

Oh, you...
You really don't wanna know.

Do we really wanna know?
Yeah. Humour him.

Well, there was this story
about this chef

who worked the morning shift
in some big hotel,

and one night before he went to work,
he had this terrific fight with his wife.

Yeah, so?

So they figure
the next morning,

about 46 of the hotel guests
ate her for breakfast.

Sausages, hash,
potatoes, omelettes...

eggs, tomato juice,
toast, butter...

Tea. Not the coffee.

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Buddy?

Buddy Griggs, right?
Sorry.

Wait a minute.
Steve Reynolds, 1966.

3rd Battalion.
Khe Sanh.

Wrong name, wrong place.

My mistake. Excuse me.

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Give me the Freemont Hotel.

The one across the street.

Davy...

I meant what I said, you know?
About them getting to me.

Come on, Joey.

You always did have
a flair for the dramatic.

Maybe so,
but I'm surprised
I got this far.

But I'll tell you something,
little Davy.

Some of the names
I'm gonna mention...

dates, places,
some nasty little facts...

you're not gonna wanna hear them.

Joey, you're gonna be on your way
to Washington tomorrow.

In a few weeks, you're
gonna be breathing easier
than you have for 30 years.

You can take
my word for that.

Davy?

Look, you supply proof
of those names,

enough to give the Feds
the indictments they want,

there's no one you could name
that we'd be sorry to see put away.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Meantime, you get cold feet,
we'll go out and buy you
an extra pair of socks.

Who is it?
MAN: It's me.

Who's "me"?
DOBEY: Captain Dobey.

What's the password?
Come on, Starsky, open this door.

"Starsky" is not the password.

They just got a call
on the switchboard downstairs.

Some guy says he's got
a half a dozen incendiary bombs
planted in the hotel.

What?
They're set to go off in 15 minutes!

Take him down
to the freight elevator.
I'll have a car waiting.

Those bombs!
Come on, let's go.

The bombs are a trick!

Come on.

[]

I'm Oliver, FBI.
A man was spotted
with a rifle outside.

You're gonna have to take him
right through the front, okay?
A car is gonna be waiting.

STARSKY:
Thank you.

[SIREN WAILING]

[CROWD SHOUTING]
HUTCH: Watch it!

[GUNSHOT]

Up there! That hotel over there.
I saw a man with a rifle!

Joey...
You! You! Come with me.

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[SIRENS APPROACHING]

Take the back!

HUTCH: Police officer,
you gentlemen get back, please.

Remember the tombstone.

Okay?

Here lies Joe Durniak.

The end of an era.

Davy?
Yeah, Joey?

I kind of like that.

I really... do.

Police officer.
Please get out. Please come out.

WOMAN: What is going on?
HUTCH: Please.

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[CRASHING]

[WOMAN CRYING OUT]

Get him out of here.

I've been telling you guys,
I didn't shoot nobody.

I was ripping off rooms.

I just saw the cops
come running in this joint,
and I decided I ought to split.

That's when you ran into
the guy in the stairwell,
huh? The guy with a gun?

Yeah, how many times
I gotta tell you guys?

Starsky and Hutch,
see you a minute.

Yeah?
His story checks out.

Eleven prior convictions.
Breaking and entering
hotel rooms.

What about the paraffin test?
Negative.

No way he could've
touched that gun.

So there really was a guy
in that stairwell, huh?
Talk about dumb luck.

I'm afraid that's not
our only problem right now.

What's wrong?
I don't know.

I wanna see you two
in my office.

The fatal shot came
from an upper-floor window
of the Webster Hotel,

directly across the street
from the Freemont.

It's now been learned
that the murdered man
had secretly agreed

to appear today as the star witness
in a special federal grand jury
investigation of mob activities.

According to a story,
which will appear in
tomorrow's Washington Post,

Durniak's testimony
would have resulted

in the issuance
of criminal indictments

against as many
as 60 gangland figures.

The Post story goes on to say
that Durniak's killer,

obviously a professional assassin
hired by the Syndicate,

can take the dubious credit
for successfully slamming the door

in the face
of the planned investigation.

No! You're trying
to whitewash him!

You don't recognise
any one of them, huh?

Nope.

Those are the agents
that were on duty
at the hotel today.

The only agents.

No, the only guy we saw
was in the back hall.
He showed us his badge.

Oliver. His name was Oliver.

He told us they'd spotted a man
with a rifle out back,
we'd have to take Joey out the front.

What are you looking at us
like that for?
You think we made this up?

You wanna know what I think?

I think there were less than
10 people in this entire country

who knew where
Joe Durniak was yesterday,

and out of those 10, the only ones
that he would trust enough

to change directions that suddenly
would be you two.

[SIGHS]

That's a pretty
strong accusation, isn't it?

You better believe it is,
and I'm gonna prove it.

I think you two were paid
to set up Joe Durniak.

Wilson, if you're going to accuse my
men, you might as well accuse me.

I'll keep that in mind, captain.

Man's Don Quixote
fighting a windmill.

Joe Durniak was his security,
his responsibility.

Yeah, well, that
may be so, but, uh...

all the same,
he seems pretty certain about
proving that we're involved.

How can he prove we're involved
when we're not.
That doesn't make any sense.

Yeah, what about Sirhan Sirhan
or Ray or that FBI man
who doesn't exist,

who told us to take Joey
out the front door.
That doesn't make any sense either.

[TELEPHONE RINGS]

Dobey.
Get on that extension.

I got an informer
says he knows who
killed Joe Durniak.

[]

Now, would you
repeat that, please?

Terry Nash?

I'm Detective Hutchinson.
This is Detective Starsky.

I, uh...

I heard on the news that
Joe Durniak was gonna testify
before a state crime commission.

Is that true?
Yeah. Is that important to you?

That he was gonna
name names and tell stories?

That's right.
Suppose if he did testify

that he would mention that
he shot my wife to death
two weeks ago?

I'm afraid you got
the wrong man, Mr. Nash.

Joe Durniak didn't have anything
to do with any killings
two weeks ago, Mr. Nash,

and nobody in the underworld
would have dared take
any orders from him.

He was in maximum security,
protective custody,
for over seven months.

I say your facts are wrong.

I saw it happen
with my own eyes.

What exactly are you
trying to say, Mr. Nash?

I'm just trying to tell you guys
the truth. That's all.

What the hell is that?

That's a souvenir from...
Joe Durniak.

I got off easy.

That's to my apartment.
There's a rifle in it.

You killed Joe Durniak?

Out of all the hoods
running around
with a reason to kill him,

you're trying to make us believe
that because you believe
that he killed your wife,

you went ahead and you shot him?
It's not a fantasy.

The newspapers are trying
to make him into a saint.
He wasn't a saint.

He was a murderer.

I shot him.
I'm not ashamed of that.

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Can I help you?

Just accompanying
Mr. Nash up to his apartment.

GUARD: I beg your pardon?
Mr. Nash's apartment, upstairs,

ninth floor, apartment 906.

GUARD:
Been some kind of mistake here.

[GASPS]

Cough medicine.
About 86 proof, I'd guess, huh?

There's no mistake here.
We're police officers.

We're just taking Mr. Nash
up to his apartment.

It's really very simple
once you get the hang of it.

Need a lift?

You sure you got
the right key?

If somebody would please explain,
perhaps I could be of assistance.

There's nothing to explain.
This is my apartment.
The name is Nash, Terry Nash.

I've been gone four hours.
I come back to find somebody's
changed the lock on my door.

Allow me.

[]

This building isn't ready
for occupancy. Won't be
for another month.

Mr. Nash, you sure
you haven't made a mistake
and got the wrong complex?

I live here. My wife...
What have you done, huh?

Hey, what have you done, huh?
Let me go.

Enough! Let go of me!

HUTCH:
Come on out. Just calm down!

I'm not going crazy.
Nobody said you were.

You thinking what I'm thinking?
About the FBI man who never was.

Like I said, it doesn't make any sense.
What are you guys talking about?

When we're sure,
we'll tell you about it.

What do you want to do, huh?
I don't know.

We take him in now,
Dobey's liable to think
all three of us are crazy.

Let's go back to my place,
get some sleep, some food.

Maybe we can start
clear-headed tomorrow, huh?

All right.

Then you do believe me?

STARSKY:
Well, let's put it this way,

at present you're running a close
second to an FBI man named Oliver.

[ELEVATOR DOOR OPENS]

[]

You'd better move fast.
I think they believe him.

[]

If you don't know the name
of the hospital, how can you be
so sure it was around here?

Because when I left there,
I took a cab.
I got picked up out front.

It's a five-minute drive
from there to my apartment.

What apartment?

What are you saying now,
there's no hospital, either?
Is that what you're saying?

Don't mind me, Terry,
I'm just thinking out loud.

I was there for two weeks!
I got out two days ago!

Now, don't tell me
there's no hospital!
There! Turn in!

What do you say now, huh?
No hospital?

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NUN: Hurry, ladies,
you don't want to be late. Hurry!

Hurry! Hurry!

STARSKY:
Some hospital.

Hi. Remember me?

Terry Nash. I was in here
two days ago, in the morning.

I withdrew $2500 all in cash.

There was $1800 in 100s
and the rest in 50s.
Remember that?

Sorry, Mr. Nash,
but I really don't remember.

I gave you a withdrawal slip
for $2500. You said,
"Do you want that in a cheque?"

And I said, " No, I'll take it
in cash, all hundreds."

And you said, you probably
didn't have enough hundreds.

And I said, "That's okay.
I'll take part of it in 50s."

You asked me if I was going
to Las Vegas. Remember that?

Do you have your passbook
with you, Mr. Nash?

TERRY:
No. No, I left it in my apartment.

Well, do you happen to remember
your account number offhand?

No. Is this necessary?

The account can still be checked
through your name.
Is it Terry or Terrence?

It's Terr...
Wait a minute.
Uh, this isn't important.

It's one or the other, right?

If you'll wait a second,
Mr. Nash, I'll check your account.

I'm very sorry, Mr. Nash,
but we have no record
of any account in your name.

You're lying.
Now, wait a minute, Terry.

TERRY: She's lying.
Come on.

What are you lying to me for?
You know I was here!

What's going on
around here anyway, huh?

They're lying!
Can't you see that?

Don't you see what's happening?
Why doesn't somebody just admit
what's going on around here?

I didn't make it all up!
I'm not crazy!

[]

Well, then, try
Terrence Nash.
Same number.

[MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO]

What about friends?
What about them?

You got any?
No, we just moved here, remember?

Oh. Job?

Job?
No.

How come?
I haven't got one yet.

What kind of work do you do?

What kind of work do you do?
Engineer.

Engineer, okay.

Well, back where you come from
you have friends, huh?

Where you come from?

Where do you come from, Terry?
I can't remember.

What?
I said, I can't remember.

You can't remember
where you come from?

I was in the hospital for two weeks.
I was unconscious.

Maybe something happened
to me during the shooting.

There's probably a lot of things
I don't remember.

You know, this thing's
giving me an ulcer?

Well, the DMV says there's
no licence by this number

in the name of T, Terry
or Terrence Nash.

Terrific.

Also, I checked with the precinct
where you say your wife was shot.
They show no record of it.

That's crazy.
Terry, I had it double-checked.

I had my friend
Barney Franklin crosscheck

with all the other
precincts in the city.

There was no shooting
like you describe it.

I don't know what to tell you, Terry.
You call us up.

You tell us that you shot a man,
whom you say is responsible
for murdering your wife.

You know that because
your brother-in-law told you so.

We go to the apartment house where
you say you live, and we find out
the apartment has never been lived in.

The security guard couldn't
have been where you said he was.

The hospital that you say that
you spent two weeks in

turns out not to be a hospital at all,
but a Catholic girls' school.

The AMA doesn't show
a Dr. George Stegner
registered anywhere in the country.

Your bank never heard of you.
The DMV never heard of you,

and now I check with a homicide
detective in the 22nd Precinct,

and he says in no uncertain
terms that nobody,

nobody in that particular part
of the city has ever been murdered.

Now, you tell us what we're
supposed to think, Terry. Please.

What are we supposed to think?

What do you think?

I can't think.

[]

Look...
Banks.

What?
Banks have hidden cameras.

What happened?

Well, the bank manager's a guy
by the name of Thistleman.

Now, he says we can look
at the film shot Monday
morning between 10 and 11,

when Terry here says
he withdrew the money.

He screamed like hell
about invasion of privacy,

but I told him,
if he didn't let us
look at the film,

I'd have half the IRS agents
and FBI agents in this state

in there and looking at his
books by 5:00 this afternoon.

He believed that?
Believe it?

I bet his carnation wilted.
You got it.

[]

[]

MAN: The blond man uses
the name Hutchinson.

The one in the rear is Starsky.

The first man uses
the name Nash.

Now, we've been searching
for these three men since we learned
of their entry into the country

seven months ago.

We finally found them, Debra.
Finally found them.

DEBRA: But not soon enough.
No, not soon enough.

Your brother's dead,
murdered by these three men,

but he was only one of nine,
Debra. Nine.

All good men, good agents,

each one with a wife
and family back home,

and each one with
a love of our country

that gave him the courage
to give his own life
in order to defend it.

Where are they now?

We're on them constantly.

We've known of their
exact whereabouts
since yesterday afternoon.

When am I to do it?

Tonight, Debra.

You must kill them tonight.
Good.

NARRATOR: Next on Starsky & Hutch,
the conclusion of "The Set-up."

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