Snowstorm (transcribed by Sarah Spearey)
(A view through a pair of binoculars, scanning the area.)
(Cut to Hutch looking out of a window with Starsky sat on a bin below. With a bag of food.)
Starsky: Hey Hutch
Hutch: Yeah?
Starsky: Hey. (Throws a sandwich up to Hutch, who catches it)
Hutch: CrandellÕs five minutes late.
Starsky: More like ten. (Hutch looks back through his binoculars) Ah, you make a deal with a thief sometimes he shows sometimes he doesnÕt.
Hutch: Crandell was eager.
Starsky: Too eager?
Hutch: (Spots a car approaching) No, no, no, there he is. (Drops his sandwich) ThereÕs our snowman.
Starsky: (Puts his food away, climbs off the bin and picks up the radio) North Pole, North Pole.
(Cut to across from Starsky and Hutch three guys wait in a building full of crates)
Corman: (Into the radio) WeÕre reading you, Reindeer. Okay. (They get out their guns and get into position)
(Cut to a view from the binoculars of the truck driving and another car following it)
Hutch: Starsky, we got a car. (Another shot of the car) Two men.
Starsky: (Into the radio) hang tough, SantaÕs got two little helpers with him.
Corman: Right.
Hutch: LetÕs get out of here. (Climbs out of the window and down the ladder, while Starsky gets into the car.
(Cut to the bad guy truck backing up against the building. On man gets out to unlock the doors. Crandell gets out of the car while the other man opens the doors wide. Crandell sees the other car pull up. He helps the other guy open up the truck while the two men approach)
(Cut to the Torino driving up, all four men watch)
Crandell: WhoÕs that?
Corman: (Jumping out from behind a crate) Hold it! Police.
(The Torino pulls up behind the truck and both sides start firing. Starsky and Hutch get out of the car and take cover. Hutch spots one man running)
Hutch: Cover me. (He tackles the man to the ground)
(Cut to Starsky jumping for cover as a bad guy fires. Corman jumps out and shoots the guy.)
(Cut to one of the men getting into the car and driving away. Starsky checks the shot man while Hutch throws the other guy against the fence)
(Cut to Corman, Burke and Kalowitz coming out to check the shot man)
Starsky: (Looking under the truck) Out, come on, come on.
Hutch: Spread Ôem out. (Pushes the guy against the truck. Starsky pulls Crandell out and checks him)
Starsky: Come on. Three out of four thatÕs not too bad.
Corman: (Ear pressed against the guyÕs chest) Better make it two out of four. This guyÕs bought it.
Hutch: Who got him?
Kalowitz: You can thank Corman for that. He had you cold Starsky.
Starsky: (Handcuffs Crandell) I owe ya.
Corman: I drink rye whiskey.
Kalowitz: Hey, whoÕs the stoolie, Hutch? Who tipped you guys off?
Hutch: (Pause) A little bird, Kalowitz. A little snowbird. (Handcuffs his prisoner and pushes both him and Crandell towards the Torino)
(Cut to Starsky and Burke jump into the back of the truck. Starsky takes out a penknife and cuts away at the sacks)
Corman: Hey, you look kinda natural totting that cotton, lifting them bales.
Burke: YouÕd look kinda natural with a Õ38 calibre third eye in the middle of your forehead.
Corman: (Little laugh) IÕm just kidding, ainÕt you got a sense of humour.
Crandell: (While approaching the Torino) Rags, you ainÕt gonna find nothing but rags inside.
Starsky: (Finds something deep in the sack. Pulls it out.) Better than a pound. (Makes a slit in the package and tastes the powder) Cocaine – pure.
DobeyÕs office – Day
(Dobey stood behind the desk holding one sack of cocaine. From left to right, Kalowitz sitting, Starsky sitting with a cup, Hutch sat next to him, Corman stood in front of the door and Burke sat next to him)
Dobey: Three million dollars worth of cocaine. A hundred percent pure. Not bad, not bad for a mornings work. Unfortunately gentlemen the two in the slam arenÕt gonna say anything.
Corman: StrykerÕs bailed them out by now anyway.
Dobey: Stryker. HeÕs the next phase in the operation. WeÕre gonna nail Stryker. Any questions?
Kalowitz: What was the dead manÕs name?
Dobey: Crown. Edward Crown. Now gentlemen if there are no more questions, thatÕs it. WeÕll start tomorrow morning. Early. (Walk to the door and lets everyone out except Starsky and Hutch) That songbird of yours is gonna sing more for us.
(Moves round to stand behind his desk with Starsky and Hutch stood in front)
Hutch: Oh no.
Starsky: We made a deal. He gave us time and place. We nailed the shipment. The DA promised to drop his dope peddling charge. That was the deal. We stared leaning on him for more we agreed to weÕve blown our reputation with every informant we got.
Dobey: I know that.
Starsky: Well, if you know that then why?
Dobey: Because that fink of yours got a soft spot in his heart for 17-year-old girls.
Hutch: What are you talking about?
Dobey: HeÕs a statutory rape suspect, in Pennsylvania and they want to talk to him real badly. Now, if he cooperates, helps us nail Stryker, IÕll tell Pennsylvania heÕs helping us solve a very important crime. If he gives you any static, IÕll have him picked up and shipped east tomorrow on the first thing smoking.
Starsky: Well, I guess we go talk to the little man.
Dobey: I guess you do. Go on and do your thing. (They leave)
Outside The Pits: Day
(The Torino pulls up outside The Pits. They both get out, both looking at the car in front)
Starsky: There it is. Yeah, I see an ugly man, but this is ugly. CrandellÕs taste is as bad as yours. The two of you could start a museum. (Walks past the car and looks inside
Hutch: (Sees a spotted dog and whistles) Come here, doggy. (To Starsky) Nice dog.
Starsky: What?
Hutch: Just some dog.
(They enter Hutch letting Starsky in first. The pits, is very busy. Huggy Bear meets them at the bar)
Huggy: Hey dudes, whatÕs happening?
Hutch: Where is he?
Huggy: In the far booth (shot of Crandell in the booth) You know what they say ŌHuggy bearÕs is where the elite meet and come to greet the neat and fleet of feet who are so sweet with the finer things of life, bebe bebe beepĶ (Leaves)
Hutch: (Walks slowly to the booth) Push or shove?
Starsky: You can play the bad guy for a change. IÕm tired.
(Hutch sits down beside Crandell, while Starsky sits opposite)
Hutch: Hiya punk.
Starsky: ItÕs us, the good guys.
Crandell: What are you guys going? Get out of here. You know what can happen if IÕm just seen talking to you two guys.
Starsky: We got problems.
Crandell: Yeah, well, IÕm sorry to hear that. (Tries to get out, Hutch block his way)
Hutch: No, weÕre sorry about it too, but you should listen to my friendÕs problems.
Crandell: What are you guys doing? Playing some kinda funny game. Well, I gotta tell ya I donÕt like it.
Starsky: We want you to help us nail Stryker.
Crandell: What is this? We had a deal. I mean you scored the shipment. I spoon-fed it to you like a baby.
Starsky: Our debtÕs paid. We got you off that dealing charge.
Hutch: And now we want Stryker.
Crandell: You know what? I donÕt know any Stryker. Now, howÕs that grab you? Now, will you please move so I can get away from you two bums.
Hutch: No.
Crandell: IÕm warning ya; let me out of this booth.
Hutch: No.
Crandell: (Sweats a little) You know what? I donÕt like you two.
Starsky: Gee, we like you. You like him donÕt ya, Hutch?
Hutch: Sure do. I think heÕs terrific. But thereÕs a little 17-year-old girl back in Pennsylvania whoÕs not too thrilled.
Crandell: IÕm getting out of here. (Tries to leave, but Hutch slams him back)
Starsky: If you go dumbo, we go together. But I gotta tell you, Pennsylvania is awfully cold in the winter.
Crandell: If I buy it, what do you want me to do?
Hutch: We want you to stay close to Stryker and tell us what comes and goes, also who comes and goes and how.
Crandell: You gotta square the Pennsylvania rap.
Starsky: WeÕll do what we can.
Crandell: I donÕt like it open ended like that.
Starsky: As an outside observer, IÕd say you donÕt have a hell of a lot of choice.
Crandell: Okay, IÕll go with it. LetÕs talk some place else. If IÕm spotted with you two IÕm dead.
Hutch: All right, letÕs set a meet.
Crandell: ErÉfive oÕclock tomorrow. Hampton and division street, okay? (He tries to get out, but Hutch doesnÕt more. A look from Starsky gets Hutch moving and Crandell runs off. Hutch moves around to sit next to Starsky)
Starsky: ItÕs like heÕs got a social disease, he split so fast.
Hutch: I didnÕt even get a chance to get into my character. (Starsky puts on a pair of sunglasses and they both chuckle)
Car Park: Night
The Torino drives up to the car park; Hutch looks out the window and sees the spotty dog again. Hutch sticks his head out to get a better look)
Hutch: Starsky, did you see that dog?
Starsky: What dog?
Hutch: I swear that was the dog outside HuggyÕs.
Starsky: I didnÕt see no dog. (Parks the car and exits) Be down in a second. Need anything.
Hutch: No.
The lights in the garage go off and two cars come out of the shadows and flash their headlights and Starsky and Hutch. Starsky covers his eyes and reaches for his gun)
Stryker: Good evening gentlemen. Please get out of your car. You wonÕt need your guns.
Freddie: Hey their little buddies. Now do as the man says and get out of your car.
(Hutch gets out of the car)
Stryker: That was a nice bust you made today. Of course I had other plans for my merchandise, but I can accept the loss as a perfectly normal business risk. Even New York City has itÕs money problems.
Hutch: ItÕs so nice of you to be so understanding, Mr Stryker.
Stryker: And as a businessman I can appreciate other people going into business for themselves.
Starsky: What are you talking about?
Stryker: IÕm talking about the rest of my merchandise, shall we say $50,000.
Starsky: What do you mean the rest of your merchandise?
Stryker: (To Freddie) Did I say $50,000? All right, all right. You boys are hard negotiators. $100,000.
Hutch: What is this ÔletÕs make a dealÕ Just give it to us straight.
Stryker: Okay. Straight. Four million dollars worth of coke was in that shipment you busted today. Three million got turned in. That leaves one million outstanding. One million and you two shall we say opportunists.
Starsky: YouÕre nuts.
Stryker: IÕm lots of things, Starsky, but nuts IÕm not.
Hutch: Why us? Maybe it was one of your own people.
Stryker: My relationship with my employees doesnÕt make that a reliable possibility. Oh no, it was you two. IÕll be in touch with you in 48 hours. You find my merchandise and youÕll get a $100,000 finders fee.
Freddie: Maybe we oughta just haul these good old boys down to the meat plant right now.
Stryker: No, thereÕs plenty of time for that. (Freddie gets back in the car and both cars drive away)
Starsky: Meat plant? (Hutch closes the door and shrugs)
Hutch: That was cute. (They come round the front of the car and sit on the bonnet)
Starsky: Well, seems like he was telling the truth. Somebody ripped him off for a million dollars worth of cocaine.
Hutch: Yeah, but who?
DobeyÕs Office: Day
Starsky: What copÕs under suspicion?
Dobey: Close the door. (Waits til door is closed) You, Hutch, Kalowitz, Burke, Corman. All five of you as far as internal affairs are concerned. In theft like this, everybodyÕs under suspicion and theyÕre gonna go by the book.
Hutch: Boy, those creeps never give up do they?
Dobey: HowÕs that?
Hutch: I said you call out the dogs, you get IA nosing around with those guys your guilty first, innocent if you can prove it. Now you got three guys whoÕve been on the force a long time and theyÕre family men. An investigation like this could ruin their careers. Starsky and I can handle the pressure, but these three guys, they shouldnÕt have to.
Starsky: It canÕt be them. CrandellÕs the only one that knew a bust was going down. He used it to cover a rip off. Look, let Hutch and me get the coke back from Crandell.
Dobey: (Walks round to stand behind his desk) For you two IÕm suppose to break standard operational procedure.
Hutch: No, no, not for us. For their sake.
Dobey: All right. You got 48 hours. ThatÕs what Stryker gave you and what you get from me.
Hutch: Oh thatÕs great. It means we canÕt make our 5:00 meeting with Crandell. I guess weÕll have to put an ABP on him. Captain. (About to leave)
Starsky: Oh, I gotta ask you. Stryker said that if we didnÕt deliver heÕd send us to the meat plant. WhatÕs he talking about?
Dobey: (pause) Elmo Jackson. (Goes over to the water cooler and gets a drink) He was my partner, like you and Hutch, we went a long way together. We were working underground to get Stryker. They found him on a hook in a meat factory.
Hutch: Nobody connected Stryker?
Dobey: Nobody ever connects Stryker.
Hutch: Well, maybe we will. First we collar Crandell. (They both leave)
HutchÕs Car: Day
Starsky: Man, this heap is a piece of garbage. When are you gonna fix it? Listen to that squeak. It cuts through my brain.
Hutch: I donÕt hear it.
Starsky: ItÕs driving me nuts and you donÕt hear it.
Hutch: How about I put you on roller skates and tow you along in the back. Would you like that?
Dispatch: Zebra 2. Re: your APB on Crandell, Caucasian male, 30Õs. Reported heading East 12th street near Balmoral.
Starsky: (into the mic) Out. (Puts the red light on)
(Cut to the car driving down the street with another car following and comes up alone side)
Hutch: What do they want? (Shouts out the window) WeÕre on a call.
(The other car runs into them, forcing the car off the road where it stops. Starsky and Hutch exit the car ad Corman, Burke and Kalowitz exit their car)
Starsky: WhatÕs going on? (Comes up next to Hutch)
Hutch: WeÕre on a call.
Starsky: What do you think youÕre doing?
Burke: You young punks.
Hutch: What was that?
Kalowitz: DonÕt play games with us.
Hutch: You know what you just lost us?
Burke: We donÕt give a damn.
Kalowitz: Who are you trying to stab in the back now.
Hutch: Wait a minute, (Grabs Kalowitz jacket) I donÕt take that from anybody-
Starsky: (Pulling him away) Easy.
Corman: Hold it, hold it. (Hutch slowly lets go) Everybody knows about you two hotshots.
Starsky: Knows what?
Corman: YouÕre pushy. Especially you Starsky.
Burke: Listen, me, Corman, Kalowitz, we got years on you boys. We were cracking heads when you were only daydreaming. Got it? Lay off.
Starsky: Lay off what?
Corman: Trying to tie us into that rip off. A missing million bucks worth of cocaine.
Hutch: Tie you in? WeÕre trying to tie you out.
Kalowitz: Yeah, yeah sure. You got any accusations on us you lay them on the table up front or weÕll shag your tails down the police office before you know whatÕs happening.
Burke: Got it. (The three of them get back in their car and drive off, leaving Starsky and Hutch looking bewildered at each other)
Starsky: Some guys you just donÕt do favours for.
Hutch: Yeah. Well, I guess that takes care of Crandell. WeÕll just have to meet him later at 5:00.
Starsky: Buy me a beer, will ya.
Hutch: Yeah. (They both get in the car and drive off, Starsky trying to take the cherry off the roof)
(Cut to another street, green car pulls up outside a phone booth and a man gets out and makes a call)
(Cut to Stryker in his office watering his plants. He hears the phone ring and answers it)
Stryker: Yeah?
Rodgers: This is Rodgers.
Stryker: Where are you calling from?
Rodgers: A phone booth.
Stryker: So, what happened?
Rodgers: Crandell met with these two cops yesterday. Starsky and Hutch.
Stryker: All right, thanks for making a call. (Hangs up) What do you think of Crandell?
Freddie: That old boy? About as easy to hold on to as a greased toad. Why?
Stryker: WhatÕs his bag?
Freddie: Making enough bread to keep himself knee deep in broads.
Stryker: (Walks back to his plants) Rodgers saw him hanging out with Starsky and Hutch. How does that grab you?
Freddie: Not so as I like it.
Stryker: (Waters his plants) I think Crandell worked the inside for Starsky and Hutch. And then tipped them to the shipment they busted. Then they talked him into stealing my cocaine before it got to the warehouse.
Freddie: Well, if you like IÕll go find that little fella for you so you can have a heart to heart chitchat with him. HowÕs that?
Stryker: Yeah. And then weÕll contact Starsky and Hutch. (Freddie puts down his paper and leaves)
(Crandell pulls up outside the shack and approaches it after throwing away his gum. He enters through the boarded up window and walks into the middle of the room)
Burke: Crandell.
Corman: Fifteen more minutes and we would have split. (They come out of the shadows)
Burke: You think we got nothing better to do than hand out here waiting for you.
Crandell: I gotta be careful, keep moving. I got Starsky and Hutch watchingÉ.watching me. I-I-I got FreddieÉ
Corman: Come on, come on, lets get this over with.
Crandell: Okay, IÕm cutting out tonight. (Moves a floorboard, where the cocaine is hidden and takes out the bags) ItÕs all here. Pure. Each one will go for $500.000. More if you wan to cut it. Okay, ItÕs been a pleasure, gentlemen. (Puts down on bad) So, IÕll just take my share andÉ
Burke: On your feet.
Crandell: What?
Corman: The deal is off, Crandell. (Takes out his gun)
Crandell: Wait a minute, come on. (Drops the bag and shuffles up against the wall) I took all the risks. T-there would be no deal without me.
Burke: You stay alive, itÕs messy. FreddieÕs probably following you right now because Stryker ainÕt dumb. He put your arm in that hamburger machine and you gonna tell everything, my man. (Corman cocks his gun)
Crandell: No
(In HutchÕs car, Hutch is reading the paper. TheyÕre both waiting, Starsky looks at his watch and then tries to wind down the window, but the winder breaks)
Starsky: I got a feeling this is not going to be one of our better days. I think this car of yours is a jink.
Hutch: You wanna put that back.
Starsky: At least go and look my Uncles car lot, huh? You donÕt have to buy, just look. There was this fantastic metallic burgundy low rider. You know with the tiny wheels and the front end sat up 6 inches above the groundÉ
Hutch: Where is Crandell?
Starsky: HeÕs only an hour late. Look, the engine had a 375 cubicÉ
Hutch: You just want me to drive around in a striped tomato like you got.
Starsky: My car is a striped what?
Hutch: (Seeing the dog across the street) There he is again.
Starsky: (Not looking) Who?
Hutch: That dog.
Starsky: What dog?
Hutch: That dog with the spots, I think heÕs following me.
Starsky: (looks) ThereÕs no dog out there.
Hutch: Starsky, there was a dog there.
Starsky: Okay.
Hutch: Okay.
Dispatch: Zebra three, meet Captain Dobey at 15072 West Buchanan. Code Three.
Starsky: What about Crandell?
Hutch: HeÕll have to wait.
Starsky: (Into mic) This is Zebra Three, roger. (Drive off)
Outside the dilapidated building: Day
Dobey: Marty Crandell. No, no, no, Crandell, C. Age 34. (Starsky and Hutch arrive) Here you finish it. These officers found something I thought you might want to see.
Starsky: Crandell.
Dobey: Hit once in the head and four in the body.
Starsky: Right out of the book. 10 to 1, itÕs Stryker.
Hutch: WhatÕs that shack over there?
(Goes in side)
Hutch: What was Crandell doing here? Was he dragged? Did he come to a meeting? (Tried a door thatÕs locked)
Starsky: Outside door, huh?
Hutch: Yeah.
Starsky: Give me a hand with this. (kicks a mattress)
Hutch: Yeah, open on this side. (They pick up the mattress, turn it on itÕs side and let it fall over. They both look around, kicking things. They check the floor) Bloodstains.
Starsky: (Takes out his penknife) I think I may, I think I might.
Hutch: What you got?
Starsky: (Picks up white stuff with his penknife)
Hutch: ItÕs the funny little white stuff.
Starsky: Middle of summer yet. (They leave through the window) Well, they tailed him, shot him and dumped him in the field.
Hutch: And then they took back their coke and took care of Crandell. That blows our only contact with Stryker.
Starsky: At least it takes the heat off. ItÕs getting to be uncomfortable being a target in that big turkey shoot. (Walk back to their car)
(Freddie enters)
Freddie: CrandellÕs dead. (Walks up to Stryker sat behind a desk eating cheese)
Stryker: Who did it?
Freddie: I donÕt know. Time I got there. It was all over. Just a dead body lying in a field.
Stryker: Starsky and Hutch?
Freddie: Coulda been.
Stryker: Would you like a piece of cheese?
Freddie: No, thank you.
Stryker: That means theyÕre operating as independents. TheyÕre not gonna sell us back our merchandise. TheyÕre gonna deal it themselves. IÕm afraid weÕre gonna have to hit them. Get Rodgers up on a roof across from that hole where Crandell lived in. When they come to examine his apartment and you ca bet they willÉWouldnÕt you like some cheese?
Freddie: No, thank you IÕm on a diet.
Stryker: WeÕll hit them then.
Dobey coming down the hallway, Kalowitz, Hutch, Burke and Corman are hanging around the cold drinks machine)
Kalowitz: We had an APB on Crandell. If we wanted to snuff him we could have wasted him resisting arrest.
Dobey: We all know it was a gangland execution. We also know that this is a standard operational procedure for internal affairs so stop your moaning and groaning. (Starsky comes out)
Starsky: Next.
Hutch: (Quietly) Did you get it done.
Dobey: You fire your weapon, Starsky.
Starsky: Yeap.
Corman: If one of us killed Crandell, do you think weÕd be dumb enough to use our own piece.
Dobey: I still have to compare each slug with ballistics.
Burke: If thatÕs all, Captain, weÕve got 24 hours off. Corman and me are going to my place. WeÕre gonna do some fishing.
Dobey: You and Corman? Well, sure, go ahead. (Corman and Burke head down the corridor)
Hutch: WhatÕs biting?
Corman: Trout, up at Bear Lake.
(A uniformed policeman hands Dobey a bit of paper. Hutch gets a drink)
Dobey: Thank you. Got some information on CrandellÕs pad. 1011 Frontal Road. A furnish apartment building. (Starsky takes the paper)
Starsky: Bye. (Hutch gives Dobey his cup and they both leave)
(Rodgers enters the roof holding a thin case He goes over to the ledge, opens the case which holds a rifle. He looks over the street and cocks the gun, taking aim)
(Cut to Starsky and Hutch on the street below, coming out of a building, StarskyÕs looking at a magazine)
Starsky: Well, that was a waste of time.
Hutch: What a weird place. You know that guy had 17 kinds of pomade and a dozen brands of smell-well.
Starsky: IÕve seen voyeurs before but this guy takes the cake.
(Cut to Rodgers looking through his scope. He has a shot of Starsky, it moves over to a shot of Hutch. He prepares to fire.)
Hutch: ThereÕs that dog. (The spotted dog sits on the street in front of Hutch) Come here, doggy.
(Rodgers fires as Hutch bends down. The windows break. Hutch rolls behind a car after the next shot Starsky follows.)
Hutch: Hell, whereÕs that coming from? (Holding his gun)
Starsky: I donÕt know. (Another shot takes out the carÕs window.) The roof across the street.
Hutch: Did you see the dog?
Starsky: Yeah, I saw the dog.
Hutch: IÕm beginning to love that dog, Starsky.
Starsky: Me too, Hutch. (Another shot. Starsky raises and fires back Another shot, Hutch raises up to fire twice. Rodgers fires back three times.)
Hutch: Starsky?
Starsky: Huh?
Hutch: Cover me.
Starsky: Go ahead. (Raises up to fire. Hutch takes over across the street to hide behind another car. Hutch gestures him over. Starsky follows. Rodgers runs out of bullets)
Starsky: See him?
Hutch: No. (Rodgers is gone. Starsky and Hutch run into the building. Rodgers exits through another door and gets into his car, driving away. Starsky and Hutch arrive on the empty roof)
(Starsky and Hutch enter and go straight up to the other end of the bar)
Starsky: Huggy. (Huggy joins them) WhoÕs been trying to hit us?
Hutch: Who?
Huggy: What do you think I called you for, not to tell you? Stryker.
Hutch: Stryker?
Huggy: Words all over the street.
Starsky: Why would he wanna try to hit us? He got his coke back.
Huggy: ThatÕs all I know.
Hutch: Then he must not have the coke.
Starsky: And he thinks we do. (Huggy leaves)
Hutch: He didnÕt kill Crandell, because Crandell and the coke were in the same place at the same time.
Starsky: And heÕs been thinking itÕs us and weÕve been thinking itÕs him.
Hutch: And itÕs neither one. (They look at each other)
Starsky: Cops.
Hutch: Our brother cops?
(Freddie pulls up to a phone booth, shoves his way in and makes a call)
(Cut to Stryker in his office, answering the phone.)
Stryker: Yes?
Freddie: RodgerÕs blew it.
Stryker: How?
Freddie: I donÕt know. He had them dead to rights and then he shot up the whole street instead.
Stryker: Irv, get me a glass of warm milk, quick. (Into the phone) What are you gonna do?
Freddie: IÕm gonna have to kill them myself. (Hangs up and exits the phone booth and gets in his car and drives off)
(Burke sat on a sofa talking to Corman)
Burke: Corman, you are out of your mind. We canÕt fence it now without someone getting suspicious.
Corman: (Gets up) Your trouble is youÕre scared of the bogeyman, Burke. (Opens up the fridge and takes out a beer) You got a slave mentality. All I can think of is the dollars that coke is gonna fetch.
Burke: And we ainÕt gonna blow it now. ThereÕs a million bucks worth of cocaine in there and we sit on it until itÕs safe. You hear me?
(Corman opens up a draw and takes out a gun and sits down) And dump that piece in theÉthe ocean.
Corman: Quit worrying. Nobody saw me pick this gun up at the warehouse. ThereÕs no way theyÕre gonna trace this gun or anything else to us.
DobeyÕs Office: Day.
Dobey: This is the bullet that killed Crandall. (Hands Starsky a picture of a bullet) This one. SID found it embedded in a crate at the warehouse where the cocaine was delivered. Now, whereÕs CrownÕs gun.
Hutch: Crown?
Dobey: They guy who got shot at the bust. The guy Corman shot.
Hutch: Oh, yeah.
Starsky: Well, things were getting so hot we were more interested in the cocaine.
Dobey: That gun didnÕt just up and walk out of that warehouse by itself. SomeoneÉ
Hutch: Cop.
Dobey: Some policeman got CrownÕs gun and used it on Crandall.
Starsky: Button, button. We came to the came conclusion by a different road. I make Corman, he was nearest Crown. ThereÕs Corman, Kalowitz and Burke. One, two or all three. (Phone rings)
Dobey: (Picks up) Dobey. Yeah. Starsky (hands over the phone) itÕs Huggy Bear.
Starsky: (Into phone) Yeah, what is it?
Huggy: (Seen on the phone in his apartment) Hutch? Yeah, I wanna talk to Starsky.
Starsky: ItÕs me dummy.
Huggy: I know, put Starsky on the phone.
Starsky: Is something wrong?
Huggy: No. Hey, Starsky. Hey, itÕs me Huggy. Yeah, I got something of interest for you two gentlemenÕs.
Starsky: What is it?
Huggy: Not on the phone. My place.
Starsky: HuggyÉ
Huggy: (Shot of his apartment, Freddie and RodgerÕs sitting around the table with guns.) So, IÕm always running off at the mouth. But this is important. You gotta get over here. Yeah, this is where it is. No, no, no, upstairs. (Hangs up)
Starsky: Hangs up.
Hutch: WhatÕs going on?
Starsky: Some badÕs going down at HuggyÕs. (The leave)
(Cut to HuggyÕs room, Freddie getting up)
Freddie: YouÕre a good old boy. You did that just fine. (Starts tying Huggy to the chair)
(Cut to the Torino speeding down the street. They stop outside the Pits and hurry inside, through the bar and up the stairs. At the landing, they take out their guns and stop by the door, each taking a side of the door.)
Starsky: (Knocks using his gun) Huggy?
Huggy: Yeah. YÕall come in. (Starsky pushes the door open. Freddie has a gun to HuggyÕs head.)
Starsky: Out here, Hug.
Huggy: Starsky, Hutch. YÕall come in now.
Hutch: Oh, come on Huggy. You know how we feel about bedrooms.
Freddie: You wanna see your friend alive you better get in here.
Hutch: You gotta be kidding.
Starsky: Our friend? That little black fink. You want us you gotta do better than that.
Hutch: You make your move, redneck. WeÕre not going anywhere.
Freddie: Get Ôem. (Pushes Rodgers out the door) Get them, I said.
(Hutch disarms Rodgers and throws him back into the room where he falls over the table. Freddie fires at Starsky, but Starsky fires back and hits Freddie who slides down the wall. They enter the room, Hutch picks up Rodgers and throw him on a chair, while Starsky handcuffs the injured Freddie.)
Starsky: Buddy.
Huggy: Is someone gonna untie me?
Hutch: I donÕt know Huggy. We might charge you with conspiracy. You and that phone call.
Huggy: Hey, man, you wouldnÕt be here if I didnÕt call.
Starsky: ManÕs got a point. (Starsky unties Huggy while Hutch places a call.)
Starsky: There you go, Hug.
Huggy: Thanks.
Hutch: HutchinsonÉ
Starsky: Keep an eye on him.
Hutch: Send an ambulance over to Huggy BearÕs restaurant. Tell Captain Dobey to send over a backup unit.
(Starsky sits at the table with Hutch and Rodgers, placing a bottle on the table which Hutch opens.)
Hutch: You have the right to remain silent; IÕm sure you know that. (Pours Rodgers a drink) And that bit about represented by an attorney. (Points to the glass) Go ahead.
(Goes for the drink, Starsky stops him)
Starsky: Friend, youÕre about to fall behind attempted kidnapping. Possession of an automatic weapon and assault on police officers
Hutch: And we can add to that possession of dangerous drugs and half a dozen other little goodies.
Starsky: You donÕt have enough time left for the years you gotta do.
Rodgers: All right, letÕs not make a case of it. What do you want?
Hutch: Stryker.
Rodgers: Okay
Starsky: And a cop left on a meat hook. Elmo Jackson.
Rodgers: I know about that too. (drinks)
(Cut to Starsky and Hutch walking towards an office with a secretary outside. They show their badges and they walk by)
Starsky: Police. (They walk in StrykerÕs office. A man makes a move for Starsky, but he twists the guyÕs arm and Hutch pushes him away. Starsky searches him roughly)
Stryker: ThatÕs great. IÕll sleep better nights knowing your guarding me. I hope you have a warrant.
Hutch: No.
Dobey: (Walking in with two policemen) But I have.
Stryker: You, Dobey, Captain of detectives serving warrants.
Dobey: I wanted to be the one to drop that on you.
Stryker: You trying to pin a cheap drug rap on me? My lawyer will tie you into knots. (Reaches for the phone, Dobey stops me)
Dobey: Read it.
Stryker: (Reads the warrant) Murder one.
Dobey: ThatÕs right. (Hutch drags him out of the chair and searches him. He get out the handcuffs and stops)
Hutch: Captain.
Dobey: (Takes the handcuffs and slaps them on Stryker) You hung my partner on a meat hook. And Elmo Jackson was a good cop. As a matter of fact, he was my best friend.
Hutch: Stryker, never pick on a manÕs partner.
Stryker: I still donÕt understand, what happened to the coke?
Starsky: You are one lousy judge of character. We never had your coke. Captain (gets up to leave)
Dobey: Where are you off to?
Starsky: Going fishing.
Hutch: Trout.
Bear Lake: Day.
(The Torino drives down a dirt road, coming up behind another car. They get out the car)
Hutch: Somehow I hope weÕre wrong.
Starsky: Yeah. (They walk up to the cabin and knock on the door. With no reply, they let themselves in. No oneÕs in)
Hutch: Messy housekeepers.
Starsky: Yeah. (They wonder around)
(Cut to outside, Burke and Corman come back with food bags. They stop at the sight of the Torino. They walk up to the house, and then split up. Corman enters through the front, watching Starsky and Hutch searching the place)
Corman: What the hell are you guys doing here?
Starsky: We knocked.
Corman: IÕm gonna ask you again. What are you doing here? (Burke enters through a different door)
Hutch: We heard you guys were fishing. Thought weÕd drop by, see if you were having any luck.
Burke: You ainÕt funny Hutch.
Hutch: No.
Starsky: I guess they want the truth. Okay. WeÕre looking for a gun. The gun Crown left at the warehouse. We think that after you knocked him off you lifted the gun
Corman: You figure I did that, huh?
Hutch: Yeah, we do Phil. And you killed Crandall and youÕre got the cocaine. (CormanÕs hand goes behind his bag)
Burke: You guys are over the line. (Hutch fiddles with a radio)
Corman: Really over the line.
Starsky: Are we? You two going fishing together is like the NAACP and the Klu Klux Klan having a togetherness rally.
Hutch: And you blew it on the fishing. Trout season hasnÕt started yet. And you two claim to be detectives.
(Corman draws his gun, but Hutch knocks it away as it fires. Burke lunges at Starsky. Corman and Hutch fight while Corman still holds the gun and Starsky and Burke wrestle. Starsky manages to kick Burke away over the table. Burke makes a run out the door. Starsky follows, with his gun)
Starsky: Halt! (Burke fires but misses, Starsky fires and hits BurkeÕs shoulder. He takes BurkeÕs gun)
Burke: Why didnÕt you leave us alone? Crandall was nothing. Crandall was nothing. We might have made aÉwe might have made a deal.
Starsky: HavenÕt you hear ma? Hutch and me donÕt make deals. (A gun shot rings out) Come one (drags Burke to his feet, shoving him towards the cabin) Come on, come on, come on.
(Inside, Hutch is sat on the floor with his back to the fridge, Corman lying on the floor, dead. Starsky throws Burke on a chair)
Starsky: Sit down. (Hutch unloads the gun and throws it on the ground. Starsky puts a hand on HutchÕs arm and keeps it there) Okay, Burke. WhereÕs the stuff?
Burke: In there. (Points) Behind the wall.
Starsky: And the gun?
Burke: That bureau over there.
(Starsky gives HutchÕs arm a pat before going over to the bureau to make a call)
Starsky: Give me Dobey.
Huggy Bears: Night.
(Dobey, Hutch and Starsky and sat around a table eating burgers)
Dobey: Next time, we do it by the book, huh?
Starsky: Internal affair ainÕt complaining are they? (Huggy comes over) Hey, Hug, sit in.
Huggy: And eat my own food, no way.
Dobey: Huggy, these guys ever manage to say thanks.
Starsky: We told Huggy the departments putting him up for a condemnation.
Hutch: ItÕs a commendation.
Huggy: But can I put it in the bank?
Hutch: Hang it on your wall.
Huggy: And by the way, whoÕs gonna pay for the damages to my luxurious upstairs pad?
Starsky: Oh, hey, I forgot.
Huggy: And the check?
Starsky: We got a couple of dates captain. Sorry, we gotta run.
Hutch: Yeah, terrific dinner. Thanks a lot. (They both get uop, finishing a few things and leave the table)
Dobey: Huggy, you got a pen.
Huggy: Later.
(They stop when they see the dog under the pinball machine)
Hutch: Starsky, thereÕs my dog. Come here, boy. (The dog comes over) Come here, you good dog. You lifesaver, you. (They crouch down and start fusing over the dog)
Starsky: Oh what a pup. Hello.
Hutch: Hello baby.
Huggy: What are you guys doing with a dog in my place? DonÕt you know I donÕt have friends at the Department of Health?
Hutch: What dog I donÕt see a dog. You see a dog, Starsky.
Starsky: I donÕt see no dog.
Huggy: Oh, donÕt jive me, heÕs right there.
Starsky: ThereÕs no dog here. WhatÕs the matter? You been sampling the goods again, Hug?
Hutch: He canÕt cut loose without his juice.
Starsky: Feels fine as long as heÕs got his wine.
Hutch: Otherwise he drink turpentine.
Starsky: And go blind.
Huggy: Oh please.
Starsky: Hello, pooch.
Hutch: Hey, spotted dog.
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