Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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