Starsky & Hutch Page #2

- Of course.

Those gentlemen you speak of,

they'll no longer be a problem.

You have my word.

This is my neighborhood.

People tend to forget that.

Bee Bee, make sure

he gets home safely.

- Yeah, boss.

- Thank you very much, Huggy.

You are a great man.

- Begone, little Indian.

- Let's go, little man. Come on.

Taking up time.

- This neighborhood is in need of some help.

- It's cold-blooded, daddy.

- Who's next?

- You got Hutch waiting outside.

- What you got my man waiting outside for?

- He brought some extra fuzz with him.

So what? You go get him

and get him in here now.

You've never run an errand

on the clock before?

I take care of my personal business after

work, when the taxpayers aren't paying me.

Give me a break. You've never

stopped to buy a cup of coffee?

I bring a Thermos.

Okay, Hutch. He'll see you now.

Wait here, I'll be back in five minutes.

Second door on the right.

- How you doing?

- Hi, Hutch.

- Hey, look what the wind blew in.

- Huggy Bear.

Hey, I want you to meet

my new partner, David Starsky.

Hey, how you doing?

Hey, nobody touches the Bear.

Have a seat.

- Hutch, the usual?

- You know it. Make it a double.

Get my boy a Jack and Tab.

- And double that.

- You got it, boss.

- I'll get a seltzer with lime, if you got it.

- I don't got it.

Or not. It's cool. I'm good.

I just came by to apologize

for what happened in Chinatown.

Let me tell you,

I was as surprised as you were.

Don't sweat it, baby.

I wasn't surprised.

You know I ain't never surprised.

Hey, champ.

You got a permit for that weapon

you're carrying?

Starsky, please.

No, I don't.

Yeah, me neither.

I'm sorry, did I say something

that was funny?

- Stop it. He's kidding.

- No, I'm not kidding.

I wanna see permits

or I'm taking those weapons.

Slow up, man.

Around here, we govern ourselves.

Think of us like Luxembourg.

- You dig?

- No, I don't dig.

See, Luxembourg's

a constitutional monarchy...

...a sovereign state established

after the Treaty of Vienna.

Technically, it's a part of Europe.

But in reality, they govern themselves.

- Like us.

- Just like us.

All right, enough, okay?

- Sh*t!

- Hold up! Hold up!

Just chill out! Chill!

Watch yourself.

- Oh, no. Hell, no.

- You okay?

What happened?

Did he shoot Corky?

Your boy shot his tail off.

- He lost his tail?

- You should keep it in a terrarium.

- Man, what the hell is a terrarium?

- What's a terrarium?

It's an artificial ecosystem designed

to simulate Corky's natural habitat.

Well, I can dig that.

But I say we shoot him in the ass.

Oh, hell, yeah.

An eye for an eye.

Take it easy.

Huggy, help me out here.

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