All language subtitles for Starsky And Hutch s03e13 k111.eng

[TYRES SCREECHING]

[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

[EXPLODES]

ANNOUNCER [ON TV]:
The ball is snapped. He steps back into the pocket,

but the blitz is on by the middle
linebacker, number 56. He's missed two of his blockers already.

Come on, hit them, you chump!
What is this man, a pacifist?

Hey, Teddie, boy, you're just in time
for the second half of this sitcom.

Hey, hey, let's have
a little side bet. Hey, I'll take the Rams.

Fred, not tonight, thanks.

I wanna see Hilliard.

Yeah, he wants to see you too,
in his office.

ANNOUNCER [ON TV]:
Let's take another look at that. You might never see it again.

[KNOCKING AT DOOR]

Come in, Mr McDermott.

I've been expecting you. You can
leave your installment on the desk.

I didn't bring it.

That's very disappointing.

You know, you're
two months behind already.

Your losses are dangerously high.

I'm not gonna pay you, Hilliard.
I've paid enough.

If you can't swim,
you shouldn't jump in over your head.

You might drown.

Don't threaten me, Hilliard.
Listen, I could have this place busted wide open.

Mr McDermott needs
some physical therapy, Ingie.

Now, now, wait a minute,
wait a minute. Uh...

We don't have to go this route.

Ted and Ellen inviting us over
for dinner is one thing,

but setting us up with two lovelies,
this is not their style.

Working on the streets
must have warped your mind.

Hmm. Spooky.
Yeah.

Ellen?

Toni? Oh, you got me!
Aah!

Hey! Ladies and gentlemen,
it's clipping! Clipping!

Let me up! Let me up!

What's happening?
Oh, my goodness, ladies and gentlemen.

Get her off!
Oh, penalty box.

Ten minutes in the penalty box.
Dump her.

Starsky, Hutch.

Hey, it's past your bedtime.
Now, off to bed.

Oh, Mom.
To bed! To bed!

We'll come up later, say goodnight.
Here, handle this pass, kid.

HUTCH: Now, beat it, kid.
Good catch.

I don't understand why Ted isn't here
yet. He knew you guys were coming.

Listen, since they promoted him
to vice president, they probably expect a little overtime.

You said something about
a couple of friends being here.

Ah, that went snafu.
That Marge called. She lost a filling.

What?
But Julie's here. Julie!

This is Ken Hutchinson,
and this is Dave Starsky.

Why don't you guys get acquainted,
and I'll go rustle up some drinks.

How do you do?
It's a pleasure to meet you.

Nice to meet you.
We're all sorry that, uh,

Starsky's date
couldn't show up,

but why should we let that
spoil our evening, huh?

[STARSKY CLEARS THROAT]

I have this, uh, strange feeling
that we've met somewhere before.

Like on the slopes of Aspen.
Like on the slopes of...

No, it was seven years ago
on the streets of the south side.

And I had pigtails and braces.

I'm Ted's little sister.

And you took us
to the ice-skating rink.

Oh, yeah. Yeah.
He got frostbite on his mouth.

And you got cocoa
all over my letter sweater.

Hey, look, why don't you help Ellen
mix the drinks, huh? Stop talking to yourself. It's a bad habit.

Come on, I'll show you the porch.
Hope you have crop failure.

Did you say something?
Jive chump.

Have a nice time.

[LAUGHING]

I will.

Hey, what's the matter?

Ted left his office
over two hours ago.

Oh, well, he's probably stuck
with a client or stuck in traffic or something like that.

I'm scared, Hutch.

This wasn't just
a fixer-upper dinner, was it?

No. I'm sorry it wasn't.
I didn't mean to be so devious.

Well, then why don't you just give
it to me straight. Spit it out.

OK.

Ted's become a gambling junkie.
He can't stay away from it.

$18,000, our life savings,
in less than a month.

That's just for openers.

Bills are unpaid.

He's still into them for more IOUs
than I even know about.

Who's "them"?
Marlborough Health Club.

Apparently, there's some action
going on down there.

And Ted's into it up to his eyeballs.
I'm scared. I'm really scared.

Ellen, what can I do about it?

I'm not talking about money.
Hutch, I'm talking about Ted's life.

[PHONE RINGS]

Hello? Yes, this is
Mrs McDermott.

[SIGHS]

I'll be right there.

That was County General.
Ted's been in some kind of accident.

Come on, let's go.

Just hang in there, Ted.

Don't let go.

Can't even hear me.
That's just fine. They'll attend to him.

Yeah.

Are you the officer
that found Ted McDermott?

Right. How's he doing?

Touch and go.
He's a friend of ours. What happened?

Found him in a parking lot
behind the Randall building.

He was a mess.
Any idea how it happened?

Well, I ain't no doctor, but I've
been on the force for 16 years.

I'd say your buddy
was worked over, by experts.

What do you know
about the Marlborough Club?

We know that the Marlborough Club
is a heavy-action gambling place where a lot of people get hurt.

We've been working on that club
for six months. You stay out of it.

HUTCH: Yeah, so how come
it's open for business as usual?

They're smart. We raided them
a couple of times. Zilch.

I even joined myself.
Undercover. Nothing.

You couldn't get into a Girl Scout
picnic with a basket full of brownies.

Hobart, you're out of line.

And so are you two.
Wipe that smile off your face.

I know what you're angling for,
and you may as well forget it. This is strictly a case for Vice.

Captain, I beg to differ with you
on that. We've done our homework.

Captain, we went through
open homicide files.

We found, in the past year,
two unsolved murders in which the victims were viciously beaten.

And both of them just happened to be
members of the Marlborough Club.

And last night, a friend of ours
almost lay out on a slab.

Now, we think that
that is business for Homicide.

I'm gonna have to
buy that, Hobart.

All right.
How do you wanna do it?

How about the layered look?
What?

Yeah. Half-baked,
half-staked.

We'll show those chumps down
at the Marlborough Club more action than they can handle.

All we need is a, uh,
long yard of green.

All right, Hobart, how about Vice
coming up with a couple of thousand for flash?

Forget it.

Thank you.
Aw, cute.

Well, I'm gonna give you 1,000
from departmental funds.

$1,000. Captain...
$1,000 can't even...

That's all you're gonna get,
and you can take it or leave it.

And another thing, you're going
to be working with Hobart in Vice.

Oh, boy.
Oh...

All right. Just leave your Dick Tracy
comic books at home, Hoby.

Yeah. Meanwhile, go in without your
guns. They've got metal detectors.

No fooling.

I'm beginning to lose my enthusiasm
for this assignment.

Really.
DOBEY: Here's your voucher for 1,000.

Try not to lose it all.
Lose it?

Captain, you're looking at a couple
of aces in a whirlpool of jokers.

Welcome to the Marlborough Club.
Are you from out of town?

Yeah. You reciprocate
with the Houston Athletic?

Well, there's no formal reciprocation,
but, uh, maybe we can work out a guest membership.

How long are you in town for?
Few days. Few weeks.

We try to move around.
What line are you fellas in?

Energy game.
Energy?

Yeah, offshore oil. We met
a gentleman on the plane from Cairo.

He said this was a nice place.
We thought we'd check it out.

Make yourselves at home. If you
want anything, just let me know.

Now, uh, just fill out these cards
and give them to the barman.

What's the line on
the Houston-Raiders game tonight?

I have no idea, sir.

Get me a phone.

[PHONE RINGS]

Huggy Bear's haute cuisine
that won't split your spleen.

What's the odds on Salty Babe
in the fifth?

Who? Is that you, Starsky?

Seven to one?
OK, give me ten grand on the nose.

How about one right in the ear?

You know you guys owe me 37.50
from last month's tab.

What do you mean you can't give me
ten grand? What kind of a cheap book you running there?

OK. Give me one grand.

Starsky, did Hutch slam the door
on your head again?

Right. Salty Babe.

I'll be at the Marlborough Club.

On the nose.

[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]

Promising pair, Mr Hilliard.

Check them out carefully
with our connections in Houston.

If they pass inspection,
we'll go to work.

And if they don't?

We'll send them looking
for offshore oil.

Way offshore.

Are you kidding me? Salty Babe
never won anything in seven furlongs.

That's the very reason
the odds were long, my friend.

What's that thing up there?
It's TV.

All over the place. Security.

Yes, sir, this is a first-class joint.

Glad to hear that.

You a gambling man?
Are you kidding?

After three wives, four comebacks,
five ulcers, what else is there?

Uh, what's your game?
You name it.

Anything and everything
that moves, we bet on it.

Yeah?
Tell you what.

Bet you 500 I get a drop of sweat off
my nose before one drops off yours.

You got it.

[STARSKY AND HUTCH GRUNTING]

I'll be damned. Hey, that's the first
time ever I saw a sweat race.

[LAUGHING]

Nothing like a little steam
to clean out the old pipes.

Hmm? Oh, yeah.

Uh, gentlemen, I'd like you to meet
Mr Hilliard. He owns the club.

OK.

Staff tells me you two guys
are interested in a little action.

I'd say you had
a fairly reliable staff.

Well, for a few special members,
we have access to a private game.

Interested in
a high-rolling crap game?

Is a cat interested in mice?

HUTCH: OK, so the game
is on for tonight. This guy Hilliard seems to be the juice.

Yeah, well, you get us some kind of
signal, we'll come in like the marines.

Lighten up, Hoby. We don't even know
what room the game's in. What's going down is not a 331.

We plan to bust him for extortion,
assault and murder one.

That's not pitching pennies,
if you know what I mean.

You wanna go in there tonight alone
so you can check it out, is that it?

Right.
Yeah, we do,

except we don't have a chance
of cracking that game with $1,000.

Well, you can't have any more
from department.

What about Vice, Hobart?

Not a nickel from Vice,
unless I'm on the inside.

Starsk, would you kindly
hand me my sweaters?

Bye.

Captain, I hope that cover
you planned for us in Houston sticks,

'cause we're going in naked.

Ted's still in a coma,
but his condition has stabilised.

That's pretty good, isn't it?
Yeah.

Yeah.
You know what?

I bet tomorrow morning he wakes up
screaming for bacon and eggs.

You know what?
I'm glad you dudes showed up.

Hey, Starsky, how about my grand?
What grand?

Salty Babe in the fifth.
I just made it to the bank.

Huggy, I was just blowing smoke
for some mark. You didn't actually bet that.

On the nose, just like you said.
Call your book and scratch it.

It's too late.
They're just about to call the fifth.

[CROWD CHATTERING ON RADIO]

Oh, no. Turkey.

ANNOUNCER [ON RADIO]:
Around the turn, there's Hopeful in front by a length.

Amnesiac moving up fast on
the outside. Proud Moment is in third.

Where's Salty Babe?

Salty Babe closing ground
on the inside.

Salty Babe.
Who?

The rest of the field are far back.

Come on, Salty Babe.
Come on, Salty Babe.

[RADIO ANNOUNCER
SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

Come on.
Come on, Salty Babe.

Salty Babe coming up...

STARSKY:
Come on, Salty Babe. Come on.

Listen.

Come on!
Make your move! Make your move!

Go for it!
Shh!

Come on.
Come on, Salty Babe!

It's Amnesiac winning it by a neck.
Salty Babe second, with Hopeful finishing third.

We'll be back in one minute with
a payoff after this commercial break.

She came in second.
That's pretty good.

Close only counts in horseshoes.
Oh, that's great, Starsk.

You just blew our egg money.
Hey, it wasn't my fault.

Well, what are we going to use
for a stake, huh? Pinball change?

What are you guys jawing about?
I'm out a grand.

Ice game at the Marlborough Club.
You got any lines on it?

No. But if it's dice you wanna know
about, the professor knows it all.

Professor? Professor. Why
didn't we think of that? He's got a loaded pair in every pocket.

Hey, where's he lecturing now?
Chez Ginger's.

I hear they're quite an item.

He and Ginger are an item?
Starsk.

Uh-huh.

You seem to forget one thing.
What?

We've got a little
cash-flow problem.

[CROWD CHEERING ON RADIO]

What are you doing?
I got Dusty in the sixth.

ANNOUNCER [ON RADIO]:
Here are the results of the fifth race. There was a stewards' inquiry in

for interference at the start.
Amnesiac, who finished first, was disqualified and placed last.

The official results are, Salty Babe
the winner, paying $ 26...

[CHEERING]

$1,000. I don't believe this.
That's 18,000.

I just got an idea. I know who's gonna
deliver that money for us.

Who?
STARSKY: You.

No.
Yeah.

[MOANS]

Is that the right spot,
honey-bunch?

Ah, pure nirvana, my sweet.

The caress of your velvet digits
would inspire the Bard to flights of epic verse.

[STARSKY BELCHES]

Tijuana burger.

Ain't you got no decency?
The Professor ain't even a paying customer.

Professor.

This angel of mercy is merely
ministering to my chronic lumbago.

Well, you just take it easy,
Professor. This is a social call.

Come to pick your brain.

This noble dome is the repository of
a veritable lexicon of arcane science.

You have but to petition, and I will lay
my humble treasures at your feet.

Can you translate that?

Clay Hilliard, the Marlborough Club,
runs a crooked dice game.

Ah, yes. The information
has drifted in to the effect

that he has established
an emporium under that pseudonym.

That's not his real name. You'd think
that Hobart would have told us.

Vice would have those records.

My boy, the man
whose cognisance you seek

is an old verity,
the infamous Joseph Nolan.

AKA Josie the N.
The scourge of Las Vegas.

Persona non grata everywhere
civilised men gather to place an honest wager.

Of course. Joey. He got kicked out
of Vegas for hustling all the casinos.

That murder rap that wouldn't stick.
Thank you, Professor.

Professor, you're a gentleman
and a scholar.

And real educated too.

Ah, you powerful pile
of pummelling pulchritude,

you make a new man of me
every day.

OK.

500 more says you can't tell me
the name of Gene Autry's horse.

Tony.

You must be older
than you look.

I never met a horse
I didn't like.

Look, I got one for you.
Give me the name of Tonto's horse.

Hey, hey, I know that.
I know that. Give me.

Uh...

A thousand.
You're on.

Old Pink.

Hi Ho Silver.
Get them up, Scout.

[LAUGHING]

Are you gentlemen ready
for a little action?

Yeah, count me in.
Count me in.

Where's it at?
All things at the proper time.

I'm sorry, miss.
No ladies in here.

[FREDDIE WHISTLES]

That's no lady. That's my runner.
What?

She works for my book.

About time the shyster paid off.
HUTCH: Right.

Hi. Huggy Bear just collected.

Oh, beautiful. Now, look,
you tell that crumb

that if he can't give me
pari-mutuel odds, I'm taking my business elsewhere.

Come on over here.
Yes, sir.

Set it right in there.

Now, look, why don't you go
buy yourself a nice black silk nightie, huh?

Thank you.
Ah...

Big spender.

I think the game
is about to start.

Just waiting for this.

This guy's got no rules.
It's a good thing we're not carrying.

Easy does it.

Get a drink while we're waiting?
Why not.

There'll be a slight delay,
gentlemen, until we reach cruising altitude.

You OK?

Get me a drink, will you, please?
OK.

Scotch. On the rocks.

On the rocks. OK.
Mmm.

Splash of water.

Another Coke, Tory.

Where's Hilliard?

He never joins the players.

Bring it to the table.
OK, babe.

You know, this is not really
what you'd call a floating crap game.

No?
Mm-mm. This is a rolling crap game.

[CHUCKLES]

By the way,
Yeah.

What is it you're wearing
around you like that?

This?
Yeah.

It's cheap sheep.

You look like you belong to
the Himalayan Mountain Police.

[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

Let's do it.

We have a few moments
before we start, gentlemen. You may buy your chips.

[MEN CHATTERING]

MAN 1: Over here.
1,000.

MAN 2: Give me another thousand.
I want a 5,000...

CROUPIER: Place your bets.
Ah, ah, ah...

Buy me in for
another 500, please.

OK, now. I'll start with the usual,
but we're gonna finish a little differently tonight.

Who's getting it?
Get on me tonight, guys.

Get on me, because I'm going
to do it tonight. My time, mine.

[BRAKES SQUEAKING]

CROUPIER:
Coming up.

[MEN CHATTERING]

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Ah, ah, ah, don't touch my chips.

MAN 1:
Hope you guys got plenty of money.

Where's the seven?

Come on to Papa, baby.
Come on, little golden.

CROUPIER:
Seven.

[MEN CHEERING AND LAUGHING]

MAN 2:
Thattaboy.

Yeah! Yeah! Watch out!
Yeah! Yeah! Come on!

I'm gonna play 200.
CROUPIER: You got it.

Seven. Place it one more time.

MAN 3:
Here we go!

CROUPIER:
Number, now. Number. Number.

MAN 4:
Do it. Seven!

CROUPIER: Place your bets, please.
MAN 4: You can't win them all.

500 more over here.

CROUPIER:
2,000.

[CHATTERING]

The juices are flowing,
and I am going...

MAN 1: On five.
Give me a hard one.

CROUPIER:
Place your bet.

MAN 2:
Number seven. Number seven, baby.

CROUPIER:
Craps.

MAN 3:
Apologise, dice.

Hey, hey, yeah, uh,
lend me five more.

Your credit's always
good with us, Mr F.

There goes the mortgage.
Probably my fourth wife too.

It was a cold shot.
Yeah.

What have you got left?
Two, three hundred. You?

Car fare.

[BRAKES HISS]

Now, we haven't landed yet,
gentlemen. Just a brief pit stop.

That's pretty slick.

Drop off the money somewhere
on the way back, come home pure as the driven snow.

Nobody said it was
gonna be easy.

Hold it.

[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

Know what we need?

A stomach pump.
A little help from our friends.

Now, the deluxe reverse
hondo switch.

If they're switching dice,
the last thing they'll be looking for is you switching.

Hey.

Just keep the other pair
concealed under your fingers.

Piece of cake.

Watch this.

Oh.
Needs a little refinement, huh?

[###]

Well, did you get enough sleep?
Or did a frog kiss you?

All right, enough malingering.

Callisthenics outside
the barracks in five minutes.

I heard you guys have been
hanging around, taking advantage of my little sister

while I've been incapacitated.

Well, that's all Starsky's doing.
He's got her working as a bag lady for a bookie.

The hand. The hand.
Terrific.

What? Oh, uh...
The hand.

Thank you.
Really.

Honey, give us
a couple of minutes alone, OK?

OK.
Thanks.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Don't say it. Dumb. I know.
Really dumb.

It started off just as a kick.

Then you got in over your head.
Yeah.

I must have been looking
for something.

Like what?

Seems to me you got
everything you need.

You got a beautiful family,
good job, comfortable home.

Yeah, well, sometimes, uh,
it gets a little too comfortable.

You start looking for risks.
Stupid risks.

Anything to bust up the routine.

Who played that tune
on you?

Eberly.

And some gorilla. I think they...
I heard him call him Ingie.

Well, we're gonna
return the favour for you.

You just concentrate
on getting yourself in good shape.

We're gonna bust that operation,
make Hilliard eat it.

Sounds to me like you guys
struck out.

Not if we squeeze Hilliard
into a little mistake.

DOBEY:
How you gonna do that?

Well, look, Hilliard insulates himself
from all the action. All we gotta do is get him to turn up wherever they park

that little dice crib.

Then follow that van and come down
on Hilliard the minute he shows.

What about a wire
or a homing device?

Forget about that.
They got a fail-safe to cover it.

All you gotta do is follow
that van as soon as it leaves the Marlborough Club.

Then we catch Hilliard
with his hands in the cookie jar.

As soon as the van door opens,
we take care of the team inside.

I don't like it,
you guys being unarmed.

Well, neither do we.
We don't have much choice.

With you and Hoby here covering
our tails, what's the worry, huh?

Mind if I worry? Just a little.

The theme song from the movie
Casablanca for a C note.

I just ain't got my heart
in it, fellas.

Aw, what's the matter, pally?
Just lose a loved one?

No. I'm about to.

My old lady. If I don't stop rolling,
she's gonna take a hike.

So, why don't you quit,
Freddie?

I'm ready to.
Cold turkey.

But I can't.

Not with the dough
that I owe these arm-busters.

I tell you,
all I need is one big score.

Freddie.

Maybe we can get it for you.

Why don't you pass on the dice
tonight. Just bet our action.

See, Lady Luck just happens
to be sitting on my shoulder.

You feel lucky tonight?

Went to an astrologer.
It's ordained.

So, why don't you cash in early
when we give you the nod?

Oh, I will. Permanently.

Flight time, gentlemen.

Hey, hey, hey.

[SIGHS]

Thank you.
After you.

I don't see any of your units around.
Don't worry. They're right behind us.

They better be. I don't feel too good
about my guys being in there without any arms.

When those doors open,
I want plenty of firepower.

Don't worry. My people
will handle the rough stuff, chief.

I just don't feel too good
about them being vulnerable.

They'll be there.

Look at that truck.

HOBART:
Crazy nut.

[CAR HORN HONKS]

Get that truck out of there.
Get that thing rolling.

Move it. Get that thing rolling.
I think one of my brakes has locked.

I'm a police officer.
Get that thing out of here.

Hobart! Hobart, get in the car!

I can't see the van any more. We'll
take a side street and get around him.

[TYRES SCREECHING]

Lennie, this is Eddie.
Get a message to Mr Hilliard.

I just cut off two cops.
They were following the van.

Boy, were they mad.
You wouldn't believe it.

What a scene. Over and out.

[KNOCKING AT DOOR]

Come in.

Excuse me, Mr Hilliard, but Eddie was
riding tail-gunner like he always does, and he netted this plain-clothes cop.

The same yahoo
that tried to join the club.

Did the van lose them?
Yeah, the van's in the coop already.

It's all clear over there.

Thanks, Eberly.

[TYRES SCREECHING]

Looks like we've lost them.
No, no.

They've gotta be
around here someplace.

I think maybe I'd better
get a helicopter up, although I think it's too late.

[CHATTERING]

Hey, number!

Hey, thattaway!
Right over here!

Next shooter.

CROUPIER:
OK, we got a shooter coming up.

All right, sweetheart.
CROUPIER: All the bets down.

Place your bets.
I see a number now.

Come on, baby!

[MEN CHEERING]

I'm rolling. I'm rolling.
Pay this gentleman over here.

Let the dream ride on.
There we go.

Are we ready? Here it comes.
And roll.

[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

All right. A hot shooter up. Let's go.
Place your bets, gentlemen.

Show me that you love me,
sweet lady.

MAN:
One more time. One more time.

Pay the man. Whoo!

Come on, come on.
Give me the dice.

Bring them down here.

Hey, come on.
What are you guys doing?

That's the third time you've changed
the dice in ten minutes, huh?

The house can change dice
any time I say.

Yeah, well, come on. Quit stalling.
I'm standing in a draught.

All right, all right, here we go.
Hey, what's going on?

HUTCH: I'm just trying
to help him pick up his chips! He dropped his chips!

OK, here we go. Here we go.
Are we ready? Get your eyes down. Are you ready? Are you ready?

Here we go. Here we go.
This is gonna be it.

This is hot, man.

Hot.
Hot! There we go!

[MEN CHEERING]

All right!

Cash me in now.

What's the hurry, gentlemen?
The night's young.

Maybe they can't.
Maybe they haven't got it, huh?

Go on. Give him his money,
or I'll break this place up. Come on, give him his money!

Now, just hold on. Just hold on.
You'll get your money.

Hold the bets. Hold the payoffs.

[YELLING]

Give me the club on the phone.
We're getting hustled here.

What is it, Mr Hilliard?

Those out-of-town high rollers
just took the bank to the cleaners.

That's impossible.
Exactly.

There's only one way that could
happen, and we're not gonna let them get away with it.

Come on, let's get down there.

Gentlemen, you're all
gonna be paid. Relax.

MAN 1: When?
Please, gentlemen, calm down.

I've just talked to the front office,
and everything is going to be taken care of. You'll all be paid.

OK. How long?
MAN 2: Yeah, when?

What are we gonna do, huh?
You got me.

Daimler's got bulges in his armpits.
That ape's got bulges everywhere.

[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

[WHISTLING]

Dice.

You know, you can always feed him a
banana, try to make friends with him.

That's not very funny.

Come on.

Open it up.

You hit him low.
We'll take it from there.

Freddie, could I have a word
with you?

Good luck.

Come on over here
for a second.

MAN:
What's going on here? Hey! Hey!

Well, Captain, he's all yours.
See that?

Indians.

Expecting somebody else?

Your reception committee got
side-tracked. You're doing a solo.

The guys Eddie cut off?
Don't be naive, Eberly.

Can't you smell pig?
Well, no plan is perfect.

You and Ingie,
get them out to the construction site.

Make sure you plant them deep.

EBERLY: You want us to snuff
a couple cops?

Do it, Eberly, and quick. Moonlight's
such a nice time for burials.

Yeah.

EBERLY:
All right, dig.

What are you doing?

I'm not gonna dig
my own grave.

You heard what
the man said, right? Dig.

Not a chance.
You dig.

Look, I'm not gonna dig
your grave and mine too.

Well, that stinks.
Yeah?

Great buddy you are.
You won't even turn over a shovelful of dirt for me.

Well, if you don't like it,
you know what you can do about it.

Yeah?
Yeah!

All right, dig.
You stay out of it.

So, when they couldn't find the van,
uh... Dobey went back to the club,

and they picked up Hilliard
packing up the goodies.

And the grand jury
handed down indictments?

Well, with your testimony
and our testimony and Eberly's,

Hilliard's gonna be eating out
of tin dishes for the rest of his life.

Good.
Believe that.

What about your big score at the
dice table, Hutch? Early retirement?

Well, there seem to some
complications. The DA said something about prior claims.

As a matter of fact,
I think yours is one of them.

Hey, listen, is Freddie
getting his money back too?

Listen, not only is Freddie
getting his money back, he's getting his mortgage back and his wife back.

Oh, fantastic.
He's one happy ex-roller. Believe me.

Where is Fast-fingers
Starsky?

Oh, he's, uh, playing liar's poker
in the living room with Toni.

Liar's poker, huh?
He ought to be good at it.

Four sevens.

Five sevens.

Six sevens.

[IN UNISON]
Challenge!

Well, I hate to break your hearts
and take your money like this, but I have three sevens.

He's lying.

Well, what have you got?
I don't have any. I was bluffing.

So was I.

How do you like that?

I'm surrounded by hustlers.

[TONI LAUGHS]

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