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- Where's he going?
- Lf you catch him, ask.

If I ever catch him,
I won't have to ask him.

Hey, what's going on?

About 20 more minutes
and a dash of oregano.

- Fireball.
- All right.

- Kill me, kill me.
- What for, shoplifting?

Shoplifting to you.
It's a violation of parole for me.

That's two years back in the joint.
Go ahead and shoot.

No, no. And spoil our plans
to go to the wrestling matches?

You're not gonna shoot?

Look at it this way,
we'll do you a favour.

I wouldn't be caught dead
in that dress.

You look rather nice
in basic black and pearls.

- What the hell happened to you?
- Don't ask.

Come on!

What do you mean, nothing?

- Did you really get a good look at that?
- Sure.

He went flying out of the ring
and ended up in the third row.

- Which guy?
- Come on.

No, wait a minute, Starsk.

You get some Idaho potato picker
here, you give him a funny name...

...tights and a bottle of ketchup...
- A bottle of ketchup?

You teach him to spit and groan
and fly around the ring...

Wait. That was an execution
of a perfect flying drop kick.

- That was art.
- Starsky, I went to college.

- What?
- That is not art.

- What are you talking about?
- That's effort.

It takes that much effort to get
that much blubber out of the ring.

- You know what your problem is?
- What?

- Not only are you jealous...
- Jealous?

Don't deny it. You're
also some kind of dilettante.

- What?
- You heard me.

There's a lot of art involved. These
guys are not only great athletes...

...they're great actors.
They got great imaginations.

They got balance. They're nimble
and fleet of foot.

And fake.

Hey, Starsk, come here. Starsk?

- Starsk?
- What?

- I wanna show you something.
- What are you doing now?

- You ready?
- For what?

Hey, what is this? The main event?

- Hey, Mac.
- Hi, Mac.

- I didn't know you wrestled, Hutch.
- Oh, it isn't much.

He doesn't like to brag.

Claims he won intercollegiate
wrestling for two years.

Three years. Three!

- Okay.
- Okay.

Well, what's a broken knee
and a sweaty armpit or two?

Sorry to keep you boys
waiting so long.

I had to collect some money
from my stands.

- Oh, you're getting rich, huh, Mac?
- It beats beating a beat.

- That's good, Mac.
- He's a poet.

- Really.
- Hey, how's Dobey?

- He's okay. Keeps asking after you.
- Is he still putting on weight?

Well, last time he got
on the scales, he broke them.

You know, about 109 years ago, when
I was a young cop, this was my beat.

- Later on, I broke Dobey in on it.
- Mac.

I guess I told you
about that before, haven't I?

Yeah, about 109 times.

- Hey, that's the...
- The Omaha Tiger.

Yeah, I hardly recognize him.

Well, Starsky, you put a sport coat
on a tiger and you get a pussycat.

Eddie, come here. I want you
to meet some old friends of mine.

Not now, Johnson, huh?

- Eddie, this is Starsky.
- How are you?

- This is Hutch.
- You were terrific.

- Nice to meet you.
- Everything went according to plans...

...right, Taft?

- Eddie and I got things to talk about.
- Sure.

Gonna go all the way
with the Tiger, right?

Yeah, right.

Why don't you stop riding him, okay?

Because he's on your back, Eddie.
But you don't know it yet.

We don't have to listen to this.
Come on.

Hey, Mac.

Got some kind
of beef with the manager?

Al Taft? He's a parasite.

I've seen him use up a lot
of Eddies over the years.

And when it's all done,
Taft ends up with the Cadillacs...

...and the Eddies end up
in a car wash.

Yeah.

Incidentally...

...you know about an accident a couple
of nights ago, a guy named Carnieri?

- Went over a cliff in his truck.
- No. What about it?

I may have something on it for you.

Meet me tomorrow morning
at 10:00 in the owner's office.

- Her name is Ellen Forbes.
- See you, Mac.

- Take it easy.
- Great guy, huh?

- Wanna go and fall?
- No.

- What's the matter, you chicken?
- Yeah.

- Excuse me.
- Hello, cutie!

Excuse me. We're looking
for Ellen Forbes' office.

Oh, right this way.

Hey, Hutch, look at that.

Full nelson.

Half nelson.

When they do it,
is it a quarter nelson?

- Oh, he's a wit.
- Only half.

- Are you two cops?
- Yeah. How'd you know?

I felt your gun...

...and I figured you're here
to investigate the accident.

- What accident?
- A guy named Mac Johnson...

...fell down stairs.
Found him dead this morning.

- What?
- Where?

Section E, near the hot-dog stand.

- Want me to show you?
- No, we'll find it.

Thanks.

Hold up a minute.

Ellen Forbes? One second, please.

- You are Ellen Forbes?
- Yes.

- We've already talked to the police.
- We'd like to ask you some questions.

You see, Mac Johnson asked us to
meet him at your office this morning.

- He did?
- Yeah.

- He didn't mention it to you?
- No.

- I'm Carl Boyce. How do you do?
- I'm sorry.

This is my business manager.

Did he say what it was that he wanted
to talk to Miss Forbes about?

Yeah.

About an accident
that happened a few days ago.

A truck went over a cliff. A guy by
the name of Carnieri was involved.

- Carnieri?
- I've never heard of the man.

Mr. Boyce?

I don't know.
I don't know who he was either.

See you.

Do you know about what time
the accident happened?

- Well, Carl and I left around...
- It was around 11. Charlie?

How long is it gonna take
to clean up?

Come on, get these guys moving.

Sorry. Excuse me.

As far as I know,
Mac was fine then.

What time did Mac usually
close his concessions?

By 11:30.

He was the last one
to leave usually too.

He must have lost his footing, and...

It's all right. Thank you, Mrs. Forbes.

Thank you.

- What's his name?
- Boyce.

Boyce.

Starsk, how can people be
so insensitive?

Really.

We'll get you a rubdown, then we
got this 1:00 with this TV reporter.

- Get a nice spread in the magazine.
- Eddie?

- What's shaking?
- What you doing?

Same old routine.

Business as usual, huh?

- Life's gotta go on, right?
- Not for Mac Johnson.

Look, up front,
I want something understood.

I liked Mac Johnson.
But I'm really busy now.

- I don't have time to fool with it.
- Okay.

You hear where he's coming from.
We got a million things to do.

- Now, you finished with us?
- Wait, wait, wait a minute.

I want you to hear this.

I used to wrestle in college.
I know what you got here.

Now, you're rolling,
and you're rolling.

And nobody has any time
to spend over a dead man.

Especially a man
somebody didn't like.

- Hey, I like everybody.
- Mac Johnson didn't like me, okay?

Hey, come on, now, let's just
take it easy. Slow it down.

- Okay?
- All right.

Whatever works for you guys.

Look, I'm sorry.

If there's anything I can do
to help, let me know, okay?

Why don't you come down...

...and we'll go a few falls sometime,
you know, legit-style.

Afraid I wouldn't be much competition.

What are you talking about?
That's a terrific idea.

Well, you yourself said that these
guys weren't really wrestlers.

Don't worry. I'll take it easy on you.

It wouldn't be right, you know?
Bruise a peace officer.

- Yeah.
- Right.

- Okay, now. Can we go?
- Sure.

Let's go, Eddie.

Thanks, partner.

Anytime.

Why is it like watching
a Christian head for the lions?

- Taft?
- Yeah.

You know, I'm beginning to feel
that Mac was right about him.

You thinking Mac got
pushed down those stairs?

I'm thinking maybe he was dead
before he was pushed down the stairs.

You tell Pathology I wanna know now,
not tomorrow.

Yeah, and transfer me to 650,
will you?

Thanks.

Got an address on Carnieri,
518 South Ninth Street.

Yeah.

He ran a laundry.

Yeah, doc? Yeah.

You're sure?

Listen, one more question,
about the bruise on the neck.

Yeah, okay, doc. Thanks a lot.

- What about the bruise?
- Well, Mac died of a brain concussion.

But there is a pressure point
just above the motor nerve.

Carnieri had the same thing?

Pathology's gonna check
on that and call us back.

- Can you kill somebody that way?
- Lf you have the hands for it.

Mac couldn't have gotten
that bruise falling down the stairs?

Mac came to us with information
about Carnieri's accident...

...and then Mac has an accident.
Starsky, the coincidences stink.

If Pathology calls back with the right
answer, we got a murder on our hands.

Yeah.

Tessie, how can I fit this thing properly
if you don't stop undulating?

- Tessie!
- Hi, sugarplum!

- Wanna go two out of three falls?
- No fair, Tess. I got no cape.

- You got everything else you need.
- Yeah.

- Just one question, Tessie.
- Oh, call me "Terrible."

Terrible. Okay.

Look, the guy who died,
Mac Johnson...

...did he ever have any problems?

Did he ever have any arguments
with any of the people around here?

Eddie. And Al Taft.

Something about those two guys
got under his skin.

Tessie, one more question.

This guy standing against the wall
over here keeps glaring at Starsky.

Who is he?

Wait a second.
I know who that guy is.

That guy is the Russian Mummy.

He's the guy that threw the referee
into the third row.

He does that sometimes
when he gets riled.

He thought that I was flirting
with the ref before the bout.

- No kidding.
- Oh, he's your boyfriend?

Oh, I like to keep him guessing.
I like to keep all my men guessing.

Yeah.

Tess, it's been a pleasure.
I wanna thank you very much.

Anytime, dumpling.
And don't worry about Iggy.

He may look mean, but I wouldn't
let him hurt a cutie-pie like you.

Wanna bet she made
the same promise to the referee?

Let's get out of here.

I know this is very short notice, Mr...
Felton, is it?

That's right. George Felton.

Don't worry, my lawyer will draw
up the necessary legal papers...

...with Johnson's lawyer, and I'll have
the food concessions operational...

...by the time you open tonight.
- What about Mr. Johnson's people?

- I'd hate to have them lose their jobs.
- Don't worry. I'm keeping them all.

- Oh, good.
- Oh, excuse me.

- Back again?
- Yeah.

Gotta throw a few more questions.

Oh, I'm sorry. This is Mr. Felton.
Detectives Starsky and Hutchinson.

- How do you do?
- Hi.

You connected
with this organization?

Yes. I've taken over
Mac Johnson's concessions.

We have a lot of business
to take care of.

I thought we'd answered
all your questions.

Yeah, well, as a matter of fact...

...we're back because we don't think
Mac Johnson's death was accidental.

Excuse me, I've got plenty
to do to get ready for tonight.

Excuse me, gentlemen.
Nice to have met you.

Trouble?

Those two cops aren't
buying Johnson's accident.

If they keep it up,
we're gonna have to be creative...

...when we plan their accident.

There he is.

- Hey, Ed.
- Hey.

- You come down to wrestle me?
- No, no.

Came down to ask you
a few more questions.

Hey, Eddie, can I see you
for a minute?

- Excuse me just a minute, okay?
- Sure.

Why don't you wrestle him?

- Well, why don't you wrestle him?
- You're the one with the experience.

Yeah, well, it was your idea.

Take my idea, your
experience, mix them...

...and you go on in
and see what makes him tick.

Come on, be a sport.

Attaboy.

Eddie, listen, you're letting Johnson's
death last night upset you.

- I said, get away from me.
- We've gotta settle this.

It's settled.

- Lead with your left, keep your chin in.
- This is wrestling, not boxing.

- Then keep your chin up.
- Change your mind?

Yeah, Ed, sure.

It's as good a way as any
to find out about Mac.

- Go in and do it, kid.
- Yeah.

Want me to say "go"?

Oh, well, while you two waltz each
other around, I'll go call Pathology.

You wouldn't bruise
a peace officer, would you?

- You ready?
- Yeah.

What do you know
about Mac Johnson?

What about him?

- The two of you didn't get along well.
- He didn't bother me.

Mac gave you a hard time
about Al Taft.

Al is just my manager.

He doesn't own me.
I told Johnson that.

Nobody owns me. Just business.

I got a right to better myself, don't I?

- Don't I?
- Eddie. Eddie.

Eddie!

Why do we have to talk about it?

I don't wanna talk about it.

You did good. That's it for me today.

You okay?

Yeah.

- Immortality, huh?
- Well, you almost got there.

Boy, he's a hard guy to figure.

- Yeah. Half kid, half man.
- Half horse.

He's likable.

It's just hard to figure out
where he's coming from.

He's all mixed-up inside.

You notice the way he looks at Ellen?

Yeah. She's not
too difficult to look at.

Wonder what he and Al Taft
were arguing about.

- Well, what'd you hear on Carnieri?
- Nothing much.

Just a funny little bruise
on the side of his neck.

Excuse me.

Should only deliver this fast.

What's the matter?

I think Eddie bent my spirit a little.

- Gonna call Dobey?
- Yeah.

This is Zebra Three. Patch me
through to Captain Dobey, please.

Zebra Three, Captain Dobey is
in a meeting with the commissioner...

... and cannot be disturbed.

Well, then take a request
for information, please.

Roger, Zebra Three. Go ahead.

Captain, this is Hutch.
We just spoke with Carnieri's widow.

He was being pressured
into selling his laundry...

...to a company by the name
of Belladon, or Bellaman...

...something like that. Would you
check it out? End of message.

- Hey.
- What?

Carnieri's widow said that
he was into long shots.

What does that make you think of?

De Pew's Meat Plant.

Listen, those two cops...

...they just come out
of Carnieri's place. I don't know.

Okay. I'll get back to you.

They're getting too close.
He wants us to make our move.

You got any idea what
Huggy's doing here?

Nope.

Well, that's good.

Whatever he's doing,
business sure looks lousy.

Okay, they're in the gates.
The flag is up, and they're off!

Come on, Cheese Biscuit!

All right, and the winner
is Cheese Biscuit.

All right, the winner
is Cheese Biscuit.

Nobody on Cheese Biscuit?
What a pity.

Well, welcome
to Rodent Downs, gentlemen.

Just a friendly game of chance
amongst friends.

- Mouse races?
- I don't believe it.

Well, you ever try
to get 10 horses in a basement?

How would you like
to make a little wager?

Huggy.

We need your help. Come here.

Well, don't bet on Mouse of War
in the next race. He's a dog.

No, no, no.
Not that kind of help.

See what you can find out
about a man named Carnieri.

- He ran a laundry over on Ninth Street.
- Hey, Huggy.

- Wanna cover $50 on The Cat's Meow?
- I'll take it.

Wait a sec.

I'll bet...

...10 on...

...green.

- Lower the odds. Four to one.
- Huggy, Carnieri?

- Where does he hang out?
- He doesn't hang out. He's dead.

- He went over a cliff in a laundry truck.
- You make that sound...

...like it was on purpose.
- It's starting to look that way.

Well, he's got enemies.
How about any friends?

Well, that's what
we want you to find out.

I'll see what I can find out
on the street.

- Okay. Thanks.
- They're in the gates.

Wait a second.

The flag is up, and they're off!

Come on, come on, come on.

Come on, go, you little squeaker.

That's it. Go, go, go.

Run, run. Four legs. Go, go.

You little mouse, go, go, go.
Do it, do it, yeah.

And the winner is The Cat's Meow.

Oh, dead last.

Must have been a fix.

Hey, Soon Henry
was running true to form.

Wait a minute.
What kind of name is that?

Well, at the end of every race,
the winner gets to eat the cheese.

That way, he carries more weight
at the next race.

And that's how I fix...
How I set the odds.

Oh, that's very scientific, Huggy.

Yeah. Well, your mouse
always runs in front...

...and then he dies at the wire.

And then he looks up at me with his
sad eyes, and he seems to be saying:

"Huggy, when am I gonna win one?"

- And I say...
- "Soon, Henry."

- Wait a second.
- What?

- I got it.
- Oh, no.

- Will you just hold on?
- No.

Next time he runs,
5 on the nose.

- That's a sporting man.
- Why'd you do that?

- Soon Henry is a sprinter.
- Or a quitter.

- What?
- There's one way to find out.

How's that?

Find a very small jockey.

Hey, where do you think
he got those mice?

Kentucky.

Kentucky?

You've heard of
Blue Cheese Country.

Blue Cheese Country?

Unless he got quarter mice,
then he got them...

I know, Texas.
Why don't I ever learn?

- What's the matter? Stuck?
- Yeah.

That's strange.

- What, what?
- Stuck.

Oh, you mean it's locked.

Locked.

You get out of the way.

Wait a second.
You thinking what I'm thinking?

- Yeah.
- Somebody locked us in this room.

- It's airtight.
- What're you talking about?

Did you see the sign?

- Oh, no.
- Yeah.

Got any ideas what we're
gonna do about this?

You got a pencil?

Excuse me. Excuse me.

- Six by...
- Oh, I'm sorry.

- That's 20.
- Twenty.

- That's about 10.
- Ten.

Wanna tell me why we're not
talking to each other?

I'm working.

Okay.

Now, if it's 10 by...
Ten by 20 by 15...

...that's 3000 cubic feet.

Now, you're about...

...150.
- No, 165.

Will you stay out of this?

- Gee, sorry.
- 150 cubic centimetre lung size.

Times two of us. Okay,
let's see what we got here.

We've got...

Figure about two breaths
every six seconds.

Two breaths, six seconds,
that would be 20 breaths.

So that would be 20 breaths, and
double that would be 40 for a minute.

Okay. Now, I've got...

- I've got about 20 times, for him...
- Excuse me.

He's excited, so that's four.

Six would be 40.

Take away...

...one cubic foot. That's about
2700 cubic centimetres.

2700 cubic centimetres,
so that's 3000...

- That's about...
- Excuse me.

So that's 75.

Seventy-five.

About 7.5 litres per minute.

That's 400...

So figure...

...60 times...

...75. Sixty is zero, five.
That's about 9000.

As near as I can figure it,
we had about 185 hours in there...

...before we suffocated.
- Give me that pencil!

Or was that 1850?

You get a feeling
someone's trying to kill us?

- Excuse me.
- You know something, Starsk?

- What?
- I don't think that was an airtight room.

Zebra Three, see the man
named Al Taft at the sports arena.

He says he has information
that is urgent.

Hey.

- Hey, Starsk?
- Yeah?

You know that offer that Tessie
made you, in two out of three falls?

I hope you're not gonna take it.

Al Taft!

- What's that smell?
- Don't ask.

Taft!

- Tell me he slipped on a bar of soap.
- He slipped on a bar of soap.

Don't believe it.

Neither do I.

Code two, 74th, 519, code two.

Ten-four, Traffic A.

All right, now Al Taft is dead,
from a concussion.

No more funny bruises on the neck.

We're supposed to believe that he
slipped and fell. We don't believe it.

You tell me Johnson was murdered...

...and a man named Carnieri,
who I never even heard of...

...and now Al Taft.

Somehow, all these killings
are connected?

We believe they're connected.

To this place?

Yes.

- We think so.
- You think so?

You as much as said
we're involved in this.

You think so? That isn't enough.

If you're accusing us,
we have a right to know the facts.

Nobody's accusing anybody.

We're just looking for a way
to tie these killings together.

Look, I'd like to help. I really would.

But I'm very tired and a little scared.

All right, Mrs. Forbes.
We all know where we stand.

I didn't hear anybody say "we."

Can I go too?

Eddie?

Eddie, you had an argument with
Al Taft this afternoon, didn't you?

It was...

- It was personal.
- Not anymore, it isn't.

Come on.

Al wanted to start booking me
in some other cities, you know?

For bigger bread.

I didn't want that.

Because of Mrs. Forbes?

Eddie, it's written all over your face.

I owe her. I mean,
she gave me my break here.

I told Al I'd stay here
as long as she needed me.

This is where the good things
are happening for me.

Good for you,
not for Mac Johnson or Al Taft.

I am sorry Al is dead.

Hello?

Starsky and Hutch?

Oh, who's calling? Who?

Just a moment.
I'll see if they're still here.

- Oh, my God, you scared me.
- Sorry.

I wanted to ask you more questions.

Well, there's a phone call for you.

- Somebody named Huggy.
- Yeah.

- Thank you.
- Yeah, Hug?

Hey, come on down.
I got a friend of that guy, Carnieri's.

- I think he can lay something on you.
- Good. Thanks.

He got something.

- Come back.
- Yeah.

- You gonna be around?
- Two more hours.

- I've got a lot of book work to do.
- See you in a bit.

This is Boyce. Listen...

...they're still digging
into the Carnieri thing.

No, no. They just left.
But they'll be back.

Okay, I'll send the security home.
I'll wait outside.

Right.

Carl.

- Who were you talking to?
- Nobody.

I have to take care of something...

...so run on home, and I'll close up.

I heard you.

- Who were you talking to?
- I said it was nobody.

Run on home. Forget it.

You're a little confused.

I own this place, and
you work for me, remember?

Yeah, I remember.

For the first time since you
inherited this white elephant...

...we're out of the red
and making big money...

...because I've been handling it.
Do you remember?

The money that you loaned me
to get this place solvent...

...and to finance Eddie...

...where'd it come from?

You didn't ask me then.
Why are you asking now?

Because people
have been getting killed...

...and somehow, I think
we're mixed up in it.

- Are we?
- Quit pressing me, Ellen.

Just leave it alone. I'll handle it.

Is that all you're going to tell me?

Go home, Ellen.

Y'all gonna talk police business,
I'll split.

- By the way, Starsky.
- Yeah?

Soon Henry is Now Henry.

He won?

It was a boat race.
Everybody else was full of cheese.

Wait a minute.

That was 5 bucks at nine to one.
You owe me 50 bucks.

- Well, I figure we dead even.
- How do you figure that?

Well, I figured you owe me
50 bucks for the information.

It's all right, Starsk.
I'll buy you a cheese sandwich.

Cops.

- You don't look like cops to me.
- Well, we believe in understatement.

All right, cops,
what do you wanna know?

- We wanna know about Carnieri.
- Tommy Carnieri.

- Tommy Carnieri.
- He was my buddy, you understand?

Sure.

All I know is that Tommy said
someone was leaning on him.

- Did he mention any names?
- No.

But he did say he might need
some help if things got rough.

Tommy was trying to get
the linen contract at the Olympic.

Tommy thought he had made low bid.

Then they give the contract
to another company.

Tommy was gonna
take them to court. Was.

We found the connection
we're looking for.

A takeover.
Concessions, parking, linen.

- George Felton.
- George Felton.

And somebody on the inside.

- Thanks.
- Anytime, cops.

I don't know what's happening,
but I know it's wrong.

If I don't get away,
I'm gonna be wrong too.

What I'm trying to say, Ms. Forbes...

Where is everybody?

The event ended
an hour and a half ago.

- Yeah, I know that.
- I know, security.

Yeah.

Well, let's go in the main office
and find out.

Yeah.

I always have trouble
walking down these steps.

What's going on?

What's going on?
Where'd that come from?

Up there.

- What are we gonna do, huh?
- Follow me.

- What the hell are they doing?
- I don't know.

Hey!

Get down.

What's he doing?

He's making a move.

Let's go.

Boyce.

- That's one.
- That's one.

- You got any plans?
- What, right now?

- No, tomorrow.
- I'm gonna go take a look.

Yeah.

Drop it.

Drop it!

Hold it.

Gotta work on your drop kick.

What are you talking about?
I knocked him out of the ring.

That was a great effort, Hutch.
But it wasn't art.

Get up.

Pretty good, huh?

Get up!

- I'm really glad I got to meet you two.
- Yeah.

You're no fake.

Stay out of the ring.

Hey, behave yourself.

- I'm gonna miss him.
- Yeah.

- You two feel like some dinner?
- That's a terrific idea.

- Cash.
- I'll buy.

- Oh, now, that's a better idea.
- Hi, sugarplum.

- Hello.
- Doesn't she look lovely?

- Yes.
- Isn't that a nice blue dress?

- You got your hair done.
- Yeah.

Isn't that nice?

What do you say, Tess, you
wanna go two falls out of three?

- How about dinner for four?
- What?

- Did you say dinner for...?
- Four.

- You hungry?
- Always.

- But I can't go.
- Why not?

When I told Iggy
I wanted to date you...

...it was narrowed down
to a matter of two choices.

- Oh, what were they?
- Kill you or marry me.

- Iggy, tell him what you decided.
- Iggy, don't do anything rash.

I've been known to carry tana leaves.

- What do I do?
- Run.

- That means "friend."
- Yeah?

How do I get down from here?

It's an old Russian custom.

- Both sides, Starsk.
- What?

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