Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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