Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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