Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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