The Torino:
{Engine idling}
"So, Huggy's?"
"I dunno, Starsk. It's been a long day, it's late, and I'm tired."
"Yeah, but I think I can hear a beer calling me."
"Calling you what? 'Moron'?"
"Oh, so funny I forgot to laugh. C'mon, Blintz, one beer won't–"
{Radio} "All units in the vicinity East Florence and Centinela: 417, shots fired, handle code 3."
"That's by the park. We're kinda close."
"Kind of."
{Radio} "Central, this is Baker 6, responding."
"That's Bernie Glassman. Think he needs back-up?"
{Radio} "Baker 3, responding."
"He's got back-up. Bernie's a good man. He can take care of himself."
"Yeah, but he's riding with a rookie, Spring. . .Springer. . ."
"Springman."
"Yeah, Joey. Kid's probably never had the business end of a gun in his face before."
"Probably not."
"Bet we're closer than they are."
"Sucker bet."
"We owe Bernie, Hutch."
"Central, Zebra 3, responding."
The Pits:
{Ringing phone}
"You've reached the Pits; the Bear is at your service."
"Huggy, it's Joe Collandra."
"Joe, m'man! How the hell are you? Kind of a late night for you, ain't it? Come on down, and the beer's on the house!"
"Thanks, not tonight. Are Starsky and Hutch there?"
"Haven't seen 'em. What time is it? Their shift ended a little bit ago. They're not here; they must be on their way home. Why?"
"Dammit! Dammit! This is important, Huggy: get ahold of them and tell them not to go to the park! You got it? They've got to stay away from the park!"
The Park:
{Fading siren}
"Okay, that's the intersection up ahead."
{Sirens in the distance, growing louder}
"I've got a bad feeling about this, Starsk. You see anybody?"
"No. Who called this in? How the hell are we supposed to know where to look?"
"What the -? Starsky, to the right! Gun!"
"Christ!" {Engine gunning} "Hutch, get down!"
{Automatic gunfire}
{Crash}
{Squealing tires, fading sirens}
"Holy shit, Bernie, that's Starsky's Torino! Holy shit!"
"Joey! Dammit, Joey, we're open! Get your ass back in the squad! Joey! Walt, cover us somehow!" {Footsteps running on grass} "Goddamn stupid idiot rookie! Joey, wait!"
{Retching} "Jesus God, Bernie! {heave} So much blood! {sob} Oh, Jesus!"
{Radio} "Zebra 3, I have a patch-through from Mr. Bear."
"Take it easy, kid! How bad. . . ? Oh, Damn! {groan} Walt! Officers down! Call it in, Walt, officers… {choke} Son of a bitch! Starsky and Hutch are down!"
{Radio} "Zebra 3, I have a patch-through from Mr. Bear."
{Whisper} "Bernie . . .help . . .Starsky. . ."
"God in heaven, they're still alive! Get an ambulance! Walt, they're still alive; get a goddamn ambulance! Get Dobey! Fucking get somebody!"
{Radio} "Zebra 3 . . .Starsky? . . .Hutch?"