Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, Hutch.
Yeah, you know Hutch. It must be some foxy lady.
All right.
Niner-one-five, Merchamer Street.
- Give him some coffee. - Man, he's hurting.
- Hello. - Is this Huggy?
I know what I'm doing.
If we're gonna end it...
Take it easy, pal.
- Let me go. Let me go. - Sure.
So that's... That's the whole scam, Hutch.
- Come on, what are you looking at? - Nothing.
- Hey, where do you think you're going? - Hunting.
That cop's out there. Want me to let him go?
Dull? Sure.
Me and Jeanie are gonna leave town for a couple of days.
Hey, partner.
I'm sorry.
I don't know where he is to tell him that.