Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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