Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We string him out.
If you take Ninth, you can hit the freeway to the harbour.
He knows about Jeanie, doesn't he?
It will be like old times.
...I want it straight and I want it fast.
Right over there, tiger. Have a seat.
Somebody must have tied me up.
No, I mean missing partner.
Well, what do you want to do about it?
Go on, Forest. Try it!
Mickey, you owe me.
- Three or four. - Names?
... Detective Hutchinson, corner of Elm and Second. We are in pursuit.
He just stepped out.
Your man sung like a stuck canary.
Yeah?
And also, Huggy...
There you go, cop.
The current ought to carry that body out about 200 miles.
Then I got a call from Dobey...
...and what I'll do to you if I find out you were lying.
Whoops.
Hutch?
- Where are we going? - Dreamland, pal, dreamland.
Hiya, baby.
And maybe...
If you've got another quarter, you can have a candy bar too. Instant energy.
Hey, what is this?
Mickey, yeah. That street stoolie.
Why don't we just dump him and forget it.
They tied his wrists, pumped him full of stuff.
...I appreciate what you're doing for my boys.
- That's gonna take a while. - So it takes time.
What did they want?
- Where's Starsky? - He split.
Well, I checked her apartment. She hasn't been there for over a week.
Let's split.
- The beach. - What beach?
I'm so sorry.
You want to help me? Help me!
Looked like she'd seen a ghost or something.
You wanna write this up? I have a call to make.
We get him hung up on horse.
I've got to make a report.
...and it's a cinch he knows somebody's looking for Hutch.
Pretty soon he's gonna beg us to tell us where she is.
- Huggy, do you mind calling me a cab? - Okay, you're a cab...
There's too much between us.
You'll see, baby.
Yeah, keep an eye on him. I'll check in later.