Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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