Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Huggy, do you mind calling me a cab? - Okay, you're a cab...

There you go, cop.

We get him hung up on horse.

Then I got a call from Dobey...

Go on, Forest. Try it!

If you've got another quarter, you can have a candy bar too. Instant energy.

We string him out.

I've got to make a report.

Somebody must have tied me up.

They tied his wrists, pumped him full of stuff.

No, I mean missing partner.

...I appreciate what you're doing for my boys.

Mickey, you owe me.

Well, I checked her apartment. She hasn't been there for over a week.

- Where's Starsky? - He split.

Yeah, keep an eye on him. I'll check in later.

- Where are we going? - Dreamland, pal, dreamland.

...and it's a cinch he knows somebody's looking for Hutch.

...I want it straight and I want it fast.

What did they want?

- That's gonna take a while. - So it takes time.

Looked like she'd seen a ghost or something.

You wanna write this up? I have a call to make.

It will be like old times.

The current ought to carry that body out about 200 miles.

And also, Huggy...

...and what I'll do to you if I find out you were lying.

... Detective Hutchinson, corner of Elm and Second. We are in pursuit.

He just stepped out.

There's too much between us.

He knows about Jeanie, doesn't he?

Hey, what is this?

If you take Ninth, you can hit the freeway to the harbour.

Your man sung like a stuck canary.

- Three or four. - Names?

Well, what do you want to do about it?

Mickey, yeah. That street stoolie.

Why don't we just dump him and forget it.

You want to help me? Help me!

Pretty soon he's gonna beg us to tell us where she is.

- The beach. - What beach?

Right over there, tiger. Have a seat.

You'll see, baby.