03x12 - The Action

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ANNOUNCER [ON
TV]: The ball is snapped.

He steps back into the
pocket, but the blitz is on

by the middle
linebacker, number .

He's missed two of
his blockers already...

MAN: Hit them, you chumps.

What is this guy, a pacifist?

Hey, Teddie!

You're just in time
for the second half.

Let's have a side
bet. I'll take the Rams.

Fred, not tonight. Thanks.

I want to see Hilliard.
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.

[KNOCK 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 going to
pay you, Hilliard.

I've paid enough.

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

You might drown.

[CHUCKLES]

Don't thr*aten me, Hilliard!

Listen, I could have this
place busted wide open.

Mr. McDermott needs
some physical therapy, Ingie.

Now, wait a minute,
wait a minute!

Uh...

We... We don't
have to go this route.

HUTCH: Ted and Ellen inviting
us over for dinner is one thing.

But setting us up
with two lovelies,

it's just not their style.

Working on the streets
must have warped your mind.

STARSKY: Hmm.

Spooky.

Yeah.

Ellen?

Toni?

Aah!

Ooh! You got me!
Oh! STARSKY: Hey!

Ladies and
gentlemen, it's clipping!

Clipping!

HUTCH: Let me up! Let me up!

STARSKY: Oh, my goodness,
ladies and gentlemen.

HUTCH: Get her off! STARSKY: Oh!

Penalty box! minutes
in the penalty box!

HUTCH: Dump her. GIRL: Ow!

Starsky! Hutch!

Oh, it's been so long,
darling! Oh, you're a doll.

It's past your bedtime
now. Off to bed.

Oh, Mom. STARSKY: To bed.

Come on! Scoot!

We'll come up later
to say goodnight.

Handle this pass, kid!

Good catch! HUTCH: Now, b*at it!

I don't understand
why Ted isn't here yet.

He knew you guys were coming.

Listen, since they've
promoted him to vice president,

they probably expect
a little overtime.

You said something about a
couple of friends being here?

Oh, 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.

HUTCH: Hi. Hi.

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

It's a pleasure to meet
you. Nice to meet you.

We're all sorry that Starsky's
date couldn't show up

but why should we let
that spoil our evening?

[STARSKY CLEARS THROAT] Yeah.

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

Like on the slopes of Aspen.
STARSKY: Like on the slopes...

No. Seven years ago on
the streets of the south side.

And I had pigtails and braces.

Uh... I'm Ted's little sister.

And you took us to
the ice-skating rink.

Oh, yeah.

He got frostbite in his mouth.

You got cocoa 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.

[BOTH LAUGH]

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.

Um, I didn't mean
to be so devious.

Why don't you just give it
to me straight. Spit it out.

Okay.

Ted's become a gambling junkie.

He's... He can't
stay away from it.

Eighteen thousand
dollars, our life savings,

in less than a month.

Oh.

That's just for openers.

The 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.

[TED BREATHING DEEPLY]

Can't even hear me.

Let's just find out
who did it to him, huh?

Yeah.

You the officer that
found Ted McDermott?

Right. How's he
doing? It's touch and go.

He's a friend of ours.

What happened?

Found him in the parking lot
behind the Randall Building.

He was a mess.

Any idea how it happened?

I ain't no doctor, but I been
on the force for 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. Stay out of it!

HUTCH: 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 basketful of brownies.

Hobart! You're out of line.

And so are you two.

DOBEY: Wipe that
smile off your face!

I know what you're angling
for. You may as well forget it.

This is strictly
a case for Vice.

Captain, I beg to differ.

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 happened
to be members of the club.

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

Now, we think that that
is business for Homicide.

I'm going to have
to buy that, Hobart.

All right.

How do you want to do it?

[SIGHS]

How about the layered look?

What? STARSKY: Yeah.

Half-baked, half-staked.

We'll show those chumps

at the club more action
than they can handle.

All we need is a
long yard of green.

All right, Hobart, how
about Vice coming up with

a couple of thousand for flash?

Forget it!

Figures. Oh, cute.

Well, I'm gonna give
you one thousand

from departmental funds.

A thousand dollars? Captain!

That's all you're gonna
get. Take it or leave it.

And another thing:

You're gonna be working
with Hobart and Vice.

Oh, boy. Oh.

All right.

Just leave your d*ck Tracy
comic books at home, Hobie.

Yeah. Meanwhile, go
in without your g*ns.

They've got metal detectors.

No fooling.

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

Really.

DOBEY: Here's your
voucher for one thousand.

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?

Oh, there's no
formal reciprocation,

but maybe we can work out

a guest membership.

How long are you in
town for? A few days.

A few weeks. We
try to move around.

What line are you fellows 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, just fill out these cards
and give them to the barman.

[TEARS UP FORM]

What's the line

on a Houston
Raiders game tonight?

I have no idea, sir.

Give 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? Okay. Give
me grand on the nose.

How about one right in the ear?

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

What do you mean you
can't give me grand?

What kind of a cheap
book are you running there?

Okay.

Give me one grand.

Oh, Starsky, do not slam
the door on your head again.

Right. Salty Babe.

I'll be at

the Marlborough Club.

On the nose.

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 at seven furlongs.

That's the very reason

the odds were long, my friend.

What's that thing up there?

MAN: It's TV.

All over the place. Security.

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

Glad to hear that.

Are you a gambling man?

Are you kidding?

After three wives, four
comebacks, five ulcers,

what else is there?

What's your game?

You name it.

Anything and
everything that moves,

we bet on it.

Yeah?

Tell you what.

I bet you I get a
drop of sweat off my nose

before one drops off yours.

You got it.

[STRAINS]

[EXHALES]

Ha-ha! I'll... I'll be damned!

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

[MAN CHUCKLING]

STARSKY: Nothing
like a little steam

to clean out the old pipes.

Hmm? Oh, yeah.

CONCIERGE: Uh, gentlemen,
I'd like you to meet Mr. Hilliard.

He owns the club.

Okay.

The staff tells me that you 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?

[BOTH LAUGHING]

HUTCH: Okay, so the
game is on for tonight.

This guy, Hilliard,
seems to be the juice.

HOBART: You give us some
signal, we'll come in like the Marines.

Lighten up, Hobie, we don't even
know what room the game's in.

What's going down is not a -.

We plan to bust him for
extortion, as*ault and m*rder.

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

DOBEY: You want to go in
there alone to check it out?

Right. Yeah. We do.

Except we don't have a chance
of cracking that game with $.

DOBEY: 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.

Because we're going in naked.

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

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

Yeah. You know what?

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

HUGGY: 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.

ANNOUNCER [ON
RADIO]: Around the far turn.

Oh, no!

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.

The rest of the
field are far back.

Come on, Salty Babe.

Come on, Salty Babe!

Amnesiac and Hopeful...
Come on, Salty Babe!

Salty Babe coming up...
Come on! Salty Babe, come on!

Amnesiac, Hopeful...

Come on! Come on! Salty Babe...

Make your move! Go for it! Shhh.

Amnesiac and Salty
Babe... Come on!

Shh. Shh.

It's Amnesiac
winning it by a neck.

Salty Babe came second
with Hopeful finishing third.

HUGGY: Oh, God!

We'll be back with the payoff
after this commercial break.

[TURNS OFF RADIO]

She came in second.
That's pretty good.

Close only counts in horseshoes.

Oh, that's great, Starsk.
You just blew our egg money.

It wasn't my fault. What
are we going to use?

Pinball change?

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

Ice game at the Marlborough.
Have you got any lines on it?

No.

But if it's dice y'all
want to know about it,

the Professor knows it all.

The 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. Mm-hm.

You seem to forget one thing.

What?

We got a little
cash-flow problem

[HUGGY TURNS 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 steward's inquiry
for interference at the start.

Amnesiac finished first but
was disqualified and placed last.

The official results are:
Salty Babe, the winner...

What?

Pays $ to win.

Hey! [ALL CHEERING]

STARSKY: That's
the way, Salty Babe!

A thousand dollars!

I don't believe
it! That's ,.

I just got an idea.

I know who's going to
deliver that money for us.

Who?

STARSKY: You.

No.

Yeah.

[GROANS WITH PLEASURE]

That the right spot, honeybunch?

Ah.

Pure nirvana, my sweet.

The caress of your velvet digits

would inspire the Bard
to flights of epic verse.

[STARSKY BURPS]

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.

You just take it
easy, Professor.

This is a social call.

We've 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.

Wants a crooked dice game.

Oh, yes.

Information has
drifted in to the effect

that he has established an
emporium under that pseudonym.

Then 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
cognizance you seek

is an old verity, the
infamous Joseph Nolan,

a.k.a. Josie the N.

The scourge of Las Vegas.

Persona non grata

everywhere civilized men
gather to place an honest wager.

Of course.

Joey.

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

That m*rder rap
that wouldn't stick.

Thank you, Professor.

Professor, you're a
gentleman and a scholar.

GINGER: Real educated too.

Oh, you powerful pile of
pummeling pulchritude,

you've made a new
man of me every day.

STARSKY: Okay.

Five hundred 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.

[LAUGHS]

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 'Em Up Scout.

[LAUGHS]

Are you gentlemen
ready for a little action?

Yeah. Count me in.

Where's that?

All things at the proper time.

CONCIERGE: I'm sorry, miss.

No ladies in here.

[WHISTLES]

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

What?

She works for my book.

About time the shyster paid off.

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. Oh.

Big spender.

I think the game
is about to start.

Just waiting for this.

[WHISPERS] This
guy's hitting all rooms.

It's a good thing
we're not carrying.

HUTCH: Easy does it.

Get a drink while we're waiting?

Why not?

[MEN CHATTING]

CROUPIER: There'll be
a slight delay, gentlemen,

until we reach
cruising altitude.

STARSKY: Take your time.

Okay.

Hold tight.

Get me a drink,
will you, please?

Okay.

Scotch.

On the rocks.

On the rocks. Mmm.

Okay.

Splash of water.

Another coke, Tory.

Where's Hilliard?

He never joins the players.

Bring it to the table.

Okay, babe.

You know, this is not really

what you call a
floating crap game.

No? Mm-mm.

This is a rolling crap game.

[LAUGHS]

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 Mounted Police.

HUTCH: Coming in for a landing.

STARSKY: Let's do it.

We have a few moments
before we start, gentlemen.

You may buy your chips.

[ALL TALKING AT ONCE]

MAN: Five hundred.
MAN : Give me .

Two thousand. Over here...

Another thousand.
Five hundred...

I want a ...

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!

Buy me in for
another , please.

Okay, now, I'll
start with the usual,

but we're going to finish
a little differently tonight.

Where do we start?
Who's getting it?

Get on me tonight, guys.

Get on me, because
I'm gonna do it tonight.

My time! Mine!

[GAMBLERS CHATTERING]

CROUPIER: Coming up.

[CHATTERING CONTINUES]

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

MAN: Hope you guys
got plenty of money.

[ALL CLAMORING]

Press to seven.

Press to seven.
CROUPIER: Hot sh**t.

[CHATTERING]

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

CROUPIER: Seven.

[CHEERING]

MAN: Hot sh**t.
MAN : Attaboy.

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

MAN: And away! One more time!

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

Press it one more time.

Number, now. Number. Number.

Do it.

MAN: Seven!

MAN: We were going
good for a minute.

MAN : You can't win them all.

CROUPIER: Place your bets.

Five hundred more over here.

CROUPIER: Just one minute, sir.

The sh**t again.

Two thousand. Two thousand.

[MEN CLAMORING]

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

[CLAMORING CONTINUES]

On five. Give me a hard one.

CROUPIER: Place
your bets, gentlemen.

MAN : He's gonna get 'em now.

MAN: Again.

MAN : Come on, baby.

Number seven.
Number seven, baby.

MAN : Here it comes.

CROUPIER: Craps.

[MEN GRUMBLING]

MAN : Apologize, dice.

Hey, hey. Yeah, uh, let
me slide for five more.

Your credit is always
good with us, Mr. F.

CROUPIER: And again.

MAN : Come on, hot guys.

There goes the mortgage
and probably my fourth wife too.

It's a cold sh*t.

Yeah.

What have you got left?

Two, three hundred. You?

Car fare.

[AIR BRAKES HISS]

No, 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
going to be easy.

Hold it.

[CONVERSING INDISTINCTLY]

You 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.

Call off for calisthenics
outside the barracks,

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.

What? The hand.

Oh. Ah!

Thank you. Really.

Uh, honey, give us a couple
of minutes alone, okay?

Okay.

Thanks.

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?

It seems to me you've
got everything you need.

You've got a beautiful family, a
good job, a 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, uh, some gorilla.

I think I heard
him call him Ingie.

Well, we're going to
return the favor for you.

You just concentrate on
getting yourself in good shape.

We're going to bust that
operation. Make Hilliard eat it.

Sounds to me like
you guys struck out.

Not if we squeeze
Hilliard into a little mistake.

How are you gonna do that?

Well, look, Hilliard insulates
himself from all the action.

All we've got to 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've
got a failsafe to cover it.

All you've got to
do is follow that van

as soon as it leaves
the Marlborough Club.

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

And as soon as
the van door opens,

we take care of the team inside.

I don't like it. You guys
being in there unarmed.

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

Anyway, with you and
Hobie here covering our tails,

what's the worry, huh?

Mind if I worry...
just a little?

STARSKY: The theme
song to the movie Casablanca

for a C note.

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

Oh, what's the matter, pally?

Just lose a loved one?

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

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... 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

and 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. Right.

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!

[HORN HONKING]

Get that truck out of here.

HOBART: Get that thing rolling!

Move it. Get that thing rolling!

I think one of my
brakes is locked.

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

Hobart. Hobart! Get in the car.

I can't see the van anymore.

We'll take a side
street, get around him.

Lenny, 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.

[KNOCK AT DOOR]

Come in.

Excuse me, Mr. Hilliard.

Eddie was riding tail-gunner
like he always does

and he netted this
plain-clothes cop.

The same yahoo who
tried to join the club.

Did the van lose them?

Yeah, the van's
in the coop already

and it's all clear over there.

Thanks, Eberly.

Looks like we've lost them.

No, no, no.

They've got to be
around here someplace.

I think maybe I better
get a helicopter up.

Although I think it's too late.

[ALL YELLING BETS]

Hey, number!

Hey! Thattaway!

Right over here!

Next sh**t.

CROUPIER: Okay, we've
got a sh**t coming up.

All right, sweetheart.
All the bets down.

Place your bets, please.
I see your number now.

Come on, baby!

All right. All right. All right.

[MEN CHATTERING]

Pay this gentleman over here.

Let the green ride
on! There we go.

Are we ready? Here it comes.

Hello!

[MEN CHEERING]

STARSKY: Okay,
here we go. Here we go.

All right, hot sh**t up.

Let's go. Place your
bets, gentlemen.

Show me that you
love me, sweet lady.

MAN: One more
time. One more time.

Another one. Whoa!

MAN : Smoking!

[ALL CHEERING]

Pay the man.

Whoo!

Come on, come
on. Give me the dice.

He is smoking, smoking, smoking.

One more time!

[MEN CHEERING]

Bring them down here.

Hey, come on. What
are you guys doing?

That's the third time you've
changed the dice in minutes.

The house can change
dice any time I say.

Yeah, well, come
on, quit stalling.

I'm standing in a draft.

[ALL TALKING AT ONCE]

All right, all
right. Here we go.

MAN: Hey, what's going on?

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

Okay.

Here we go. Here we go.

Are you ready?

Here we go. Here we go.

This is gonna be
it. This is... hot, man.

Hot. Hot.

Here we go!

[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.

Just hold on. Just hold
on. You'll get your money.

Hold the bets.

Hold the pay-offs.

[YELLING]

Give me the club on the
phone. They're getting hostile.

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 going to
let them get away with it.

Come on, let's get down there.

You're all going
to be paid. Relax.

MAN: When?

Please, gentlemen, calm down.

I've just talked
to the front office

and everything's going
to be taken care of.

You'll all be paid.

Okay. MAN : Yeah? When?

How long?

What are we gonna do, huh?

You got me.

Daimler's got
bulges in his armpits.

That ape's got
bulges everywhere.

[WHISTLING]

Dice.

Well, you could 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. Can I have
a word with you?

MAN: Good luck.

STARSKY: Come on
over here for a second.

[GRUNTS]

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

[STOMPS]

[GROWLS]

Oh! Hey!

Well, captain, he's all yours.

See that?

Indians.

Expecting somebody else?

Your reception
committee got sidetracked.

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?

HILLIARD: Do it,
Eberly, and quick.

Moonlight is 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?

That's a great buddy you are.

You won't even turn over
a shovel full of dirt for me.

Well, you know what you can do.

Yeah? Yeah.

Come on, dig.
You stay out of it.

So when they couldn't
find the van, uh...

[SLAPS HUTCH'S HAND]

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.

But what about your big
score at the dice table, Hutch?

Early retirement?

Well, there seem to
be some complications.

The DA said something
about prior claims.

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

Hey! Well, 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 playing liar's poker
in the living room with Toni.

Liar's poker, huh? Mmm.

He ought to be good at it.

Four sevens.

Five sevens.

Six sevens.

Challenge! Challenge!

[CHUCKLING]

Uh, well, I hate to
break your hearts

and take your money like this,

but I have three sevens.

He's lying.

[GIGGLES]

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.

[GIRLS LAUGH]

[♪♪♪]