Daring & Grace: Teen Detectives (2000–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - The Case of the Voodoo Villain - full transcript
(MultiCom Jingle)
(dramatic music)
- [Girl] Thanks.
- [Boy] Good game.
- Wish me luck in the Nationals.
- [Boy] I will, see you later.
(sinister music)
(sinister laughter)
(tribal chanting)
(mysterious music)
(Gun shot)
- [Boy] Dad?
- [Girl] But, you're dead.
- Hardly, someone
tried to kill me.
- Hey, I'm Dick Daring.
- Tracy Grace.
- I want you and Tracy
to take over my agency
and run Daring Investigators.
(mysterious music)
(Tracy screams)
(keyboard keys typing)
(computer beeping)
- Okay, it's riddle time.
- Something to do with tennis.
- Ya think?
(Tracy and Dick sigh)
- It's odd, 'cause dad
knows tennis bores me.
Bores?
B-O-R-E-S?
(Tracy laughs)
- What?
Why, because you can compete
without inflicting pain?
- There is nothing wrong
with physical contact.
(Tracy sighs)
Builds character.
- Oh yeah, and it also
breaks bones, teeth,
and other useful body parts.
- Yeah, well, only wimps get
off on no physical contact.
- Wait a minute.
(keys typing)
- What?
- Open the case file.
- What are you doing?
(computer beeps)
- [Computer] Dick and
Tracy, your next case.
- How'd you do that?
- No physical contact,
that was the clue.
I just used a voice recognition
program and it worked.
- [Computer] Jennifer
Sanford, top-seeded
amateur tennis player
in the country.
Last week she received
what can only be described
as a voodoo doll.
A pin was stuck
in its right arm.
24 hours later, Jennifer lost
the use of her right arm.
(computer beeps)
(doors whir)
- A voodoo curse?
I say the girl bent under
the pressure of competition
and found an easy way out.
- Tracy?
- She's a real competitor.
(Dick scoffs)
- Yeah well, even real
competitors can crap out.
- Do your investigation,
then draw your conclusions.
Good luck.
(computer beeps)
- The doctors say
it's all in my head,
just stress from competition.
But I know it's a curse, see?
I can't move it.
- Look, I'm no expert
in this kind of stuff,
but maybe I can help you
find out who's behind this.
- And then?
- And then we arrest him
and he stops harassing you.
(Jennifer sighs)
- You're just like my
parents, you think I'm making
all of this up.
- Look, all I know is
you can't play tennis,
and you're upset.
You just want help.
- But who would wanna hurt me?
- My guess, someone who
really doesn't want you
to make the Nationals.
- I've gone over and
over it in my head,
trying to figure out
who that could be.
But I can't think of anyone.
(soft rock music)
- Well, have you noticed
anything odd lately?
- Well, it's kind of silly,
but, I trimmed my hair
over the locker
room sink last week.
It made a real mess.
I went to get something
to clean it up,
but when I came back
the hair was gone.
- I've asked everyone around
here, and no one saw anyone
drop off a package for Jennifer.
- What about the
security cameras?
Did they pick anything up?
- Yeah, right, our system's
been down for a month, so,
I don't think so.
- Any idea who could've
possibly done this?
- Well, Jen is the
type of person who
has no enemies, you know?
I mean, everyone adores her,
even her rivals, you know?
The only thing I can
think is it might be
some crazy fan or something.
(phone rings)
- Yo.
Sir, they need you in forensics.
- Tell 'em five minutes.
- Boss will be there in twenty.
- Bullock, I want your
opinion on something.
- Sir?
- Straight from the hip,
no pussy-footing around.
Okay.
Do I buy everybody's
theory that this doll
was just some sick prank?
Or do I accept the kid's
version that she's the victim
of some dangerous psycho
who needs to be stopped?
- Well,
in my opinion.
- That's what I want, honest
and direct, I'm wide open.
- I would go with the voodoo.
- Are you out of your mind?
I've decided I'm treating
this as a stalker,
let's find out who it is.
(dramatic music)
- Sanford girl, cut down
in the prime of her career.
Imagine, voodoo, right
here in Rockwater.
- Come on Aunt Claire,
you don't actually believe
in that stuff.
- There are powers in this
world beyond our understanding.
- Black Magic.
Cool.
- You know, no one
knows how voodoo works.
But the dolls need to include
something from the victim.
- Like what?
- A fingernail, a lock of hair.
Oh, this kind of talk
will ruin your appetites.
Dinner is in ten minutes.
Broccoli and brussel
sprout casserole.
(door closes)
(dramatic music)
- Hi, did you take
your medicine?
- I don't need to be
tranquilized, mother.
The problem is not in my head.
- Michael called from the
club and he asked to take you
for a drive tomorrow.
You know, get you out
of the house for awhile.
- That's sweet.
- Well, it's none of my
business, but if you ask me,
he's got a crush on you.
- What does it matter now?
I'm no use to anyone.
- Listen, proper sleep
and a few days rest,
and you'll be fine.
- No, I won't be fine.
You're right.
I'm just tired.
- That's my girl.
(Jennifer screams)
(tribal chanting)
- So, do we make
nice or be direct?
- Direct, we've
checked out all of
Jennifer's major competitors
and this one's known
to want her for breakfast,
so she's hiding anything,
I think we're gonna have
to force it out of her.
- Yeah, well, for Jennifer's
sake, I hope she's the one
because after last night she
can't walk without crutches.
Doctors say her body
can't take much more.
- Hey, how's the
investigation going?
- Slow.
- Well look, if you need
anything just let me know.
- Thanks, appreciate the offer.
- Place isn't the
same without her.
- Oh, come on in, we
were just finishing up.
(Tracy sighs)
- Um, it's okay, we can,
we can wait outside.
- No, no, I insist you stay.
You might even learn something.
Dick, Tracy, this is Jocelyn,
Jennifer Sanford's
main competition.
Jocelyn was born and raised in
Haiti, well-versed in Vodoun,
the proper pronunciation
of what we, uninitiated,
call voodoo.
- How do you do?
- Jocelyn wished nothing
more than to have Jennifer
miss the Nationals so she can
have a good chance of winning.
(Tracy scoffs)
- I knew it.
- But she also confessed
that she won't be competing
next week because she's--
- Pregnant.
- Oh.
- Did I leave anything out?
- Off the court, Jennifer
and I are best friends.
But on the court,
we're best enemies.
That's the way it works,
but I would never hurt her.
- Then who would?
- That's what I'm
paid to find out.
Thank you for your time.
Your witness, Counselor.
Sorry to beat you to her,
but you should never
underestimate the law.
- Well, that covers that.
Thanks.
- Yeah, bye.
- There's someone
you should talk to.
Her name is Marietta,
she's a Mamba.
(rock music)
- What?
- A high priestess of Vodoun.
She knows everything.
- [Woman] You're just in time.
- I'm sorry, but, who are you?
- Marietta.
I got your message.
I was in the neighborhood
doing some shopping
so I figured I'd just drop in.
Your aunt Claire just
left but she'll be back
in about an hour.
- Thanks, they look delicious.
- Oh, there's some
more in the oven.
I had to do some baking
for my grandchildren
while I was waiting,
so I figured.
You wanna know about
your friend Jennifer?
- Yeah.
- She's been cursed.
- How'd you know that?
- I'm old, but I
read the papers.
- We were told that
you're a Vodoun priestess?
- I'm a grandmother,
what's it look like?
Do you know what these mean?
- No, my dad traveled a
lot, he'd just sort of
bring them back.
- Now things will be
better around here.
- We were hoping that you
might be able to tell us
who put the curse on Jennifer.
- I know.
You don't like my cookies?
- No, no, they're
wonderful, but just please,
could you tell us who put
the curse on Jennifer?
- Cursed are the cursed.
(dramatic music)
- What?
- Cursed are the cursed.
What has been done
can be undone.
- I'm sorry, but I
don't understand.
- What?
- My cookies, they're burning.
- Annual Rockwater Winter Fair.
Sponsored by the Downtown
Retailers Association.
Hey, this is perfect
for my school project.
(keys clicking and
computer beeping)
(ominous music)
(keys clicking and
computer beeping)
- [Boy] What?
(computer beeping)
- Mr. Daring will be
online in ten seconds.
- Thank you, Vern, but
I'm sure I could have used
the help feature myself.
- Security procedures requires
that any direct contact
with your father
must go through me.
- [Tracy] What's he paying you?
- Minimum wage, but
with excellent benefits.
Mr. Daring is now online.
(computer beeps)
- Hello, son.
It's always nice
to hear from you.
(Dick scoffs)
- What?
This is the first time
you've heard from me,
and only because you
installed a new feature.
- Okay listen, we got a
lead from a Vodoun priestess
on the Sanford case,
but we don't understand
what she told us.
- Which is?
- Cursed are the
cursed, that's it.
- Cursed are the cursed, hmm.
I remember an old Egyptian verse
that said much the same thing.
(Dick scoffs)
- Since when have you been
into the ancient thing?
- He who cast suspicion
upon his brother
shall likewise be cast.
He who curses another
shall in turn be cursed.
- So in other words
you reap what you sow.
- So you're saying Jennifer
must have done something
bad to someone who's now
dishing it back to her.
- Exactly.
Um, while I've got you
online, any new information
about the Chin Man?
- No, just what we
sent you from INTERPOL.
The man's a professional
assassin, and he's wanted
in five countries.
- Who's he work for?
- We don't know yet, but I
emailed my cousin at INTERPOL
and asked him to
dig around a bit.
Told him it was a school
project on terrorism.
- Listen, I'm sorry to
burden you two with this,
but if I start digging
around they'll discover
I'm still alive.
Good luck.
(computer beeps)
(slow rock music)
- You asked me if there is
something I've done to someone
that I regret.
I thought about it a lot.
And then I remembered.
- Go on, please.
- It was six years ago.
A Club Doubles Championship.
I was teamed up with a boy
I had never met before.
It was match point.
I charged the net
and we collided.
He took a bad fall.
I found out later that
his ankle was broken,
and it never properly healed.
He had a great future in tennis.
- I'm sure you didn't
mean to hurt him.
- It wasn't my ball, I should
never have gone after it.
I just wanted to show
everyone how great I was.
You wanted something I
did that was real bad?
Something that could curse
me the rest of my life?
How 'bout robbing
someone of their dream?
- Do you remember
his name, Jennifer?
Do you know where we
might be able to find him?
- I think it was Paul.
He moved away right after that,
and I forgot the whole thing
until now.
- Come on we
haven't got all day.
- They had to keep a record
for Club Championship Matches.
This is it.
Paul Briggs, perfect.
(computer beeping)
- [Dick] Let's see what
computer aging does for us.
A 14-year old can change
a lot in six years.
- [Tracy] Yeah.
(slow rock music)
- I don't like the eyes.
Can you change them?
(computer beeping)
- Give him a cool haircut?
- Yeah, try that.
(computer beeping)
(dramatic music)
- Michael Arsenault.
- Come on, Michael could
show up at any moment.
- Yeah, tell me
something I don't know.
- You know if pro-basketball
doesn't pan out
you always have a
future in petty theft.
(drawer unlocks)
(dramatic music)
- This guy's sick.
- No wonder he took
all her hair clippings.
What's that?
(tribal chanting)
Jennifer gets that doll, her
whole body will be paralyzed.
(phone rings)
- Hello?
- Jennifer, listen carefully.
Do not receive any gifts of
packages, do you understand?
- Tracy?
- We know who's after you.
It's Michael Arsenault.
- Michael?
- We'll explain later,
just stay where you are,
and don't open anything.
(tribal chanting)
Michael's probably in the
club somewhere on his rounds.
Let's check the aerobics room.
(door opens)
- [Instructor] And one, and
two, and three, and four.
- [Dick] Michael, we gotta talk.
- Okay.
Let's go talk.
(Tracy screams)
- Alright, let's split up.
If you see him, scream.
- Great plan, Dick.
(banging)
(banging)
(Tracy sighs)
- Do I scream now or
wait 'til he attacks me?
(ominous music)
(screams)
(tribal chanting)
(Tracy grunts)
- But it doesn't look like you,
doesn't even have your hair.
- Yeah, tell that to my hip.
(uptempo spy music)
Go, go stop him.
Go!
(Tracy groans)
(dramatic music)
- You know Dick, I didn't
mean for you to get involved.
- Okay Michael, or Paul, or
whatever, just end this now.
- No.
Jennifer's gotta pay
because she ruined my life.
- It was an accident,
get over it man.
- No, she's gonna
suffer, just like I have.
- I don't think so.
- I think so.
(Dick grunts)
- [Jennifer] Stop
it, Michael, stop it!
- Oh, Jennifer.
(tribal chanting)
(slow rock music)
(Dick grunting)
- [Officer] Michael Arsenault,
you're under arrest.
- Wait.
I'm sorry I hurt you.
I was so selfish.
Please forgive me.
- Glad you called us, good work.
It's obvious Daring's kid got
in over his head on this one.
- He's cursed.
- So am I, with him around.
- Way to go, Jennifer.
Our new national
amateur champion.
- You sure the curse is off?
- Yeah, Jennifer's
apology broke the spell,
just like the Mamba predicted.
- Yeah, well, Michael
and I need to talk.
Six years in Haiti studying
voodoo are working way too well.
My calves are killing me.
- Aw.
Where's Bobby?
We need to celebrate
with a burger and fries.
- He's still working
on his school project.
He knows he can't set
foot in this house
until he's finished it.
(dramatic music)
(computer beeping)
(keys tapping)
- Come on, I know I'm right.
(keys tapping and
computer beeping)
Chin me.
(ominous music)
(tribal rock music)
(MultiCom Jingle)
(dramatic music)
- [Girl] Thanks.
- [Boy] Good game.
- Wish me luck in the Nationals.
- [Boy] I will, see you later.
(sinister music)
(sinister laughter)
(tribal chanting)
(mysterious music)
(Gun shot)
- [Boy] Dad?
- [Girl] But, you're dead.
- Hardly, someone
tried to kill me.
- Hey, I'm Dick Daring.
- Tracy Grace.
- I want you and Tracy
to take over my agency
and run Daring Investigators.
(mysterious music)
(Tracy screams)
(keyboard keys typing)
(computer beeping)
- Okay, it's riddle time.
- Something to do with tennis.
- Ya think?
(Tracy and Dick sigh)
- It's odd, 'cause dad
knows tennis bores me.
Bores?
B-O-R-E-S?
(Tracy laughs)
- What?
Why, because you can compete
without inflicting pain?
- There is nothing wrong
with physical contact.
(Tracy sighs)
Builds character.
- Oh yeah, and it also
breaks bones, teeth,
and other useful body parts.
- Yeah, well, only wimps get
off on no physical contact.
- Wait a minute.
(keys typing)
- What?
- Open the case file.
- What are you doing?
(computer beeps)
- [Computer] Dick and
Tracy, your next case.
- How'd you do that?
- No physical contact,
that was the clue.
I just used a voice recognition
program and it worked.
- [Computer] Jennifer
Sanford, top-seeded
amateur tennis player
in the country.
Last week she received
what can only be described
as a voodoo doll.
A pin was stuck
in its right arm.
24 hours later, Jennifer lost
the use of her right arm.
(computer beeps)
(doors whir)
- A voodoo curse?
I say the girl bent under
the pressure of competition
and found an easy way out.
- Tracy?
- She's a real competitor.
(Dick scoffs)
- Yeah well, even real
competitors can crap out.
- Do your investigation,
then draw your conclusions.
Good luck.
(computer beeps)
- The doctors say
it's all in my head,
just stress from competition.
But I know it's a curse, see?
I can't move it.
- Look, I'm no expert
in this kind of stuff,
but maybe I can help you
find out who's behind this.
- And then?
- And then we arrest him
and he stops harassing you.
(Jennifer sighs)
- You're just like my
parents, you think I'm making
all of this up.
- Look, all I know is
you can't play tennis,
and you're upset.
You just want help.
- But who would wanna hurt me?
- My guess, someone who
really doesn't want you
to make the Nationals.
- I've gone over and
over it in my head,
trying to figure out
who that could be.
But I can't think of anyone.
(soft rock music)
- Well, have you noticed
anything odd lately?
- Well, it's kind of silly,
but, I trimmed my hair
over the locker
room sink last week.
It made a real mess.
I went to get something
to clean it up,
but when I came back
the hair was gone.
- I've asked everyone around
here, and no one saw anyone
drop off a package for Jennifer.
- What about the
security cameras?
Did they pick anything up?
- Yeah, right, our system's
been down for a month, so,
I don't think so.
- Any idea who could've
possibly done this?
- Well, Jen is the
type of person who
has no enemies, you know?
I mean, everyone adores her,
even her rivals, you know?
The only thing I can
think is it might be
some crazy fan or something.
(phone rings)
- Yo.
Sir, they need you in forensics.
- Tell 'em five minutes.
- Boss will be there in twenty.
- Bullock, I want your
opinion on something.
- Sir?
- Straight from the hip,
no pussy-footing around.
Okay.
Do I buy everybody's
theory that this doll
was just some sick prank?
Or do I accept the kid's
version that she's the victim
of some dangerous psycho
who needs to be stopped?
- Well,
in my opinion.
- That's what I want, honest
and direct, I'm wide open.
- I would go with the voodoo.
- Are you out of your mind?
I've decided I'm treating
this as a stalker,
let's find out who it is.
(dramatic music)
- Sanford girl, cut down
in the prime of her career.
Imagine, voodoo, right
here in Rockwater.
- Come on Aunt Claire,
you don't actually believe
in that stuff.
- There are powers in this
world beyond our understanding.
- Black Magic.
Cool.
- You know, no one
knows how voodoo works.
But the dolls need to include
something from the victim.
- Like what?
- A fingernail, a lock of hair.
Oh, this kind of talk
will ruin your appetites.
Dinner is in ten minutes.
Broccoli and brussel
sprout casserole.
(door closes)
(dramatic music)
- Hi, did you take
your medicine?
- I don't need to be
tranquilized, mother.
The problem is not in my head.
- Michael called from the
club and he asked to take you
for a drive tomorrow.
You know, get you out
of the house for awhile.
- That's sweet.
- Well, it's none of my
business, but if you ask me,
he's got a crush on you.
- What does it matter now?
I'm no use to anyone.
- Listen, proper sleep
and a few days rest,
and you'll be fine.
- No, I won't be fine.
You're right.
I'm just tired.
- That's my girl.
(Jennifer screams)
(tribal chanting)
- So, do we make
nice or be direct?
- Direct, we've
checked out all of
Jennifer's major competitors
and this one's known
to want her for breakfast,
so she's hiding anything,
I think we're gonna have
to force it out of her.
- Yeah, well, for Jennifer's
sake, I hope she's the one
because after last night she
can't walk without crutches.
Doctors say her body
can't take much more.
- Hey, how's the
investigation going?
- Slow.
- Well look, if you need
anything just let me know.
- Thanks, appreciate the offer.
- Place isn't the
same without her.
- Oh, come on in, we
were just finishing up.
(Tracy sighs)
- Um, it's okay, we can,
we can wait outside.
- No, no, I insist you stay.
You might even learn something.
Dick, Tracy, this is Jocelyn,
Jennifer Sanford's
main competition.
Jocelyn was born and raised in
Haiti, well-versed in Vodoun,
the proper pronunciation
of what we, uninitiated,
call voodoo.
- How do you do?
- Jocelyn wished nothing
more than to have Jennifer
miss the Nationals so she can
have a good chance of winning.
(Tracy scoffs)
- I knew it.
- But she also confessed
that she won't be competing
next week because she's--
- Pregnant.
- Oh.
- Did I leave anything out?
- Off the court, Jennifer
and I are best friends.
But on the court,
we're best enemies.
That's the way it works,
but I would never hurt her.
- Then who would?
- That's what I'm
paid to find out.
Thank you for your time.
Your witness, Counselor.
Sorry to beat you to her,
but you should never
underestimate the law.
- Well, that covers that.
Thanks.
- Yeah, bye.
- There's someone
you should talk to.
Her name is Marietta,
she's a Mamba.
(rock music)
- What?
- A high priestess of Vodoun.
She knows everything.
- [Woman] You're just in time.
- I'm sorry, but, who are you?
- Marietta.
I got your message.
I was in the neighborhood
doing some shopping
so I figured I'd just drop in.
Your aunt Claire just
left but she'll be back
in about an hour.
- Thanks, they look delicious.
- Oh, there's some
more in the oven.
I had to do some baking
for my grandchildren
while I was waiting,
so I figured.
You wanna know about
your friend Jennifer?
- Yeah.
- She's been cursed.
- How'd you know that?
- I'm old, but I
read the papers.
- We were told that
you're a Vodoun priestess?
- I'm a grandmother,
what's it look like?
Do you know what these mean?
- No, my dad traveled a
lot, he'd just sort of
bring them back.
- Now things will be
better around here.
- We were hoping that you
might be able to tell us
who put the curse on Jennifer.
- I know.
You don't like my cookies?
- No, no, they're
wonderful, but just please,
could you tell us who put
the curse on Jennifer?
- Cursed are the cursed.
(dramatic music)
- What?
- Cursed are the cursed.
What has been done
can be undone.
- I'm sorry, but I
don't understand.
- What?
- My cookies, they're burning.
- Annual Rockwater Winter Fair.
Sponsored by the Downtown
Retailers Association.
Hey, this is perfect
for my school project.
(keys clicking and
computer beeping)
(ominous music)
(keys clicking and
computer beeping)
- [Boy] What?
(computer beeping)
- Mr. Daring will be
online in ten seconds.
- Thank you, Vern, but
I'm sure I could have used
the help feature myself.
- Security procedures requires
that any direct contact
with your father
must go through me.
- [Tracy] What's he paying you?
- Minimum wage, but
with excellent benefits.
Mr. Daring is now online.
(computer beeps)
- Hello, son.
It's always nice
to hear from you.
(Dick scoffs)
- What?
This is the first time
you've heard from me,
and only because you
installed a new feature.
- Okay listen, we got a
lead from a Vodoun priestess
on the Sanford case,
but we don't understand
what she told us.
- Which is?
- Cursed are the
cursed, that's it.
- Cursed are the cursed, hmm.
I remember an old Egyptian verse
that said much the same thing.
(Dick scoffs)
- Since when have you been
into the ancient thing?
- He who cast suspicion
upon his brother
shall likewise be cast.
He who curses another
shall in turn be cursed.
- So in other words
you reap what you sow.
- So you're saying Jennifer
must have done something
bad to someone who's now
dishing it back to her.
- Exactly.
Um, while I've got you
online, any new information
about the Chin Man?
- No, just what we
sent you from INTERPOL.
The man's a professional
assassin, and he's wanted
in five countries.
- Who's he work for?
- We don't know yet, but I
emailed my cousin at INTERPOL
and asked him to
dig around a bit.
Told him it was a school
project on terrorism.
- Listen, I'm sorry to
burden you two with this,
but if I start digging
around they'll discover
I'm still alive.
Good luck.
(computer beeps)
(slow rock music)
- You asked me if there is
something I've done to someone
that I regret.
I thought about it a lot.
And then I remembered.
- Go on, please.
- It was six years ago.
A Club Doubles Championship.
I was teamed up with a boy
I had never met before.
It was match point.
I charged the net
and we collided.
He took a bad fall.
I found out later that
his ankle was broken,
and it never properly healed.
He had a great future in tennis.
- I'm sure you didn't
mean to hurt him.
- It wasn't my ball, I should
never have gone after it.
I just wanted to show
everyone how great I was.
You wanted something I
did that was real bad?
Something that could curse
me the rest of my life?
How 'bout robbing
someone of their dream?
- Do you remember
his name, Jennifer?
Do you know where we
might be able to find him?
- I think it was Paul.
He moved away right after that,
and I forgot the whole thing
until now.
- Come on we
haven't got all day.
- They had to keep a record
for Club Championship Matches.
This is it.
Paul Briggs, perfect.
(computer beeping)
- [Dick] Let's see what
computer aging does for us.
A 14-year old can change
a lot in six years.
- [Tracy] Yeah.
(slow rock music)
- I don't like the eyes.
Can you change them?
(computer beeping)
- Give him a cool haircut?
- Yeah, try that.
(computer beeping)
(dramatic music)
- Michael Arsenault.
- Come on, Michael could
show up at any moment.
- Yeah, tell me
something I don't know.
- You know if pro-basketball
doesn't pan out
you always have a
future in petty theft.
(drawer unlocks)
(dramatic music)
- This guy's sick.
- No wonder he took
all her hair clippings.
What's that?
(tribal chanting)
Jennifer gets that doll, her
whole body will be paralyzed.
(phone rings)
- Hello?
- Jennifer, listen carefully.
Do not receive any gifts of
packages, do you understand?
- Tracy?
- We know who's after you.
It's Michael Arsenault.
- Michael?
- We'll explain later,
just stay where you are,
and don't open anything.
(tribal chanting)
Michael's probably in the
club somewhere on his rounds.
Let's check the aerobics room.
(door opens)
- [Instructor] And one, and
two, and three, and four.
- [Dick] Michael, we gotta talk.
- Okay.
Let's go talk.
(Tracy screams)
- Alright, let's split up.
If you see him, scream.
- Great plan, Dick.
(banging)
(banging)
(Tracy sighs)
- Do I scream now or
wait 'til he attacks me?
(ominous music)
(screams)
(tribal chanting)
(Tracy grunts)
- But it doesn't look like you,
doesn't even have your hair.
- Yeah, tell that to my hip.
(uptempo spy music)
Go, go stop him.
Go!
(Tracy groans)
(dramatic music)
- You know Dick, I didn't
mean for you to get involved.
- Okay Michael, or Paul, or
whatever, just end this now.
- No.
Jennifer's gotta pay
because she ruined my life.
- It was an accident,
get over it man.
- No, she's gonna
suffer, just like I have.
- I don't think so.
- I think so.
(Dick grunts)
- [Jennifer] Stop
it, Michael, stop it!
- Oh, Jennifer.
(tribal chanting)
(slow rock music)
(Dick grunting)
- [Officer] Michael Arsenault,
you're under arrest.
- Wait.
I'm sorry I hurt you.
I was so selfish.
Please forgive me.
- Glad you called us, good work.
It's obvious Daring's kid got
in over his head on this one.
- He's cursed.
- So am I, with him around.
- Way to go, Jennifer.
Our new national
amateur champion.
- You sure the curse is off?
- Yeah, Jennifer's
apology broke the spell,
just like the Mamba predicted.
- Yeah, well, Michael
and I need to talk.
Six years in Haiti studying
voodoo are working way too well.
My calves are killing me.
- Aw.
Where's Bobby?
We need to celebrate
with a burger and fries.
- He's still working
on his school project.
He knows he can't set
foot in this house
until he's finished it.
(dramatic music)
(computer beeping)
(keys tapping)
- Come on, I know I'm right.
(keys tapping and
computer beeping)
Chin me.
(ominous music)
(tribal rock music)
(MultiCom Jingle)