Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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