Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We've still got seven hours.
Don't go away.
Hutch.
What was in the hypo? Vic, give it up!
Maybe you're afraid to shoot, huh?
Hey, what is this?
You okay?
- Right. - Well, while I'm still feeling okay...
Could even think I dreamed it all.
Stay here.
What about Wedell and Martini?
It's been quite a while.
Dave, there must be something you remember about this guy.
Give it to me.
Gets his kicks intimidating young girls and old women.
It is here, isn't it?
Have him call Receiving Hospital and check on Starsk.
Here, this will help.
Oh, it hurts, Hutch. Oh, God, it hurts.
She never could get the hang of it.
But the pictures... I mean, the man, I do recognize this man.
Collins, we'll be there in 20 minutes. That's how long you got.
Do you have a current address on her?
We're looking for some flake who knows what was in that shot, right?
Watch yourself. How are you feeling? You look awful.
It's got the other stuff he asked for too.
I appreciate what you're saying, but it comes down to one question:
Does he know?
...to run a spectrograph on the slide from the hospital.
Yeah, all the New York secretaries go there.
...in the pleasure capital of the Caribbean.
- We find him and ask him. - Okay, where are my pants?
- Couple of weeks. It's not that import... - Shut up, Starsky!
Did you fix a pattern?
How are you doing, huh?
Let him lie.
My stomach hasn't hurt this bad...
- You got a warrant? - Nope.
You gotta ask? I'll do everything I can. Something'll turn.
- Hiya, Sweet Alice. - Hey, did you stop by to bust me...