Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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