Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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