Daring & Grace: Teen Detectives (2000–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - The Case of the Devious DJ - full transcript
(MultiCom Jingle)
(upbeat music)
(record scratches)
- [Man] Hey, got any Puss?
- I don't play
that punk garbage!
- [Man] Listen, me
and my friends paid
and you gotta play got it?
- I'm hired to spin real music.
Filth for brain!
- You do what we say, or else!
- Listen, you want to hear punk?
Then go to another club.
(yells)
(upbeat music)
- [Man] All right it's
time to get down with the
extreme drums of
criminal negligence.
Criminal negligence you're
talking to Vince Delmonte.
I'm Delmonte yeah baby
yahoo yeah yeah yeah.
(upbeat music)
- [Dick Jr.] Dad?
- [Tracy] 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.
(rock music)
- It's another one of
your dad's security gates.
So what now?
- I guess we have to
open one to find out.
- Oh, thanks Einstein!
Which one would you suggest?
- So many boxes.
- So little time.
- [Bobby] Why don't you
just look for the key?
- Bobby, you are something else.
(beeping)
- There, lower
right hand corner.
- Bobby, I owe you a burger!
(beeping)
- [Dick Sr.] Last night the
Mars Dance Club was set on fire.
- Oh no way!
- That bites.
- Fortunately no one was hurt.
Vern took a call from
the club's owner.
He has retained us.
He suspects arson.
As with all your cases,
keep a heads up on Murphy.
Remember, get too close to
a flame, and you get burned.
- Don't you think we're
taking this fire thing
a little too, you know--
- Anything you need?
Just use the help feature.
Good luck.
- I love spending quality
time with Dad, don't you?
- I had every fire prevention
device known to man.
Smoke detectors,
computerized speaker systems.
You run a place with kids,
you gotta protect them.
- I still don't see how
that adds up to arson.
- The one place that wasn't
wired was the storage room,
performance area, and that
is where the fire started.
Now don't tell me
that's just coincidence.
- [Dick Jr.] Who's that?
- That's my DJ, Vince.
Thank god he spotted
the fire in time.
- [Dick Jr.] Hey how's it going?
- Seven Gs worth of my
equipment, just got wasted.
How do you think?
- Well Bruce thinks it's arson.
- If you ask me,
it's revenge thing.
Last week this band
screwed up this
audition for our amateur night.
They freaked out!
Saying it was the club's fault.
Swore they were gonna get even.
- What was the band's name?
- Puss.
(rock music)
- Figures.
(bell rings)
- Tracy.
Hi.
- Still slumming with
Amanda and Cheryl I see?
- Oh you know they're
really not so bad
once you get to know them.
(scoffs)
- You know, you're right.
They're worse!
(sighs)
Have you ever heard Puss?
- Oh my god, where?
- Puss, the punk group.
- Oh.
They are so cool.
- Do you know where
they hang out?
- Why?
They have a warehouse
where they rehearse
and they give free concerts.
- Where?
- Spy Street.
Here comes your
stalker, gotta go!
- Oh wait, what's the rush?
- I have to floss.
- No.
- No what?
- No dinner, no movie,
no talk, no date.
- Okay, one date.
One date, just to
get to know me.
(sighs)
- Larry, I know you.
That's the problem.
- So I guess I've
lost you to that
Michael Jordan wannabe,
Dick Daring eh?
- What?
- Well I mean,
everyone's been saying
that you two have been spending
a lot of time together.
(sighs)
- Actually, Dick and I
are private investigators
on the trail of an arsonist.
- Oh.
Well, give me a call
when you get a break.
- Give me a call
when you get a clue.
- Keep us monitored on the DVT.
We're going to Spy Street
to pay Puss a little visit.
- Hey, I want to come too.
- Look no offense
bro, but we need
you here as mission control.
- Oh yeah, right.
- It could be dangerous, Bobby.
- Danger is my middle name.
- Horace is your middle name.
- You promised you'd never tell.
- What's this?
- It's evidence sir.
It was found at the fire site.
- So what's it doing on my desk?
My desk is for
administrative functions,
the day to day running
of the department.
Your desk is for
general inquiries,
complaints, and evidence.
- Yes sir.
- It's a primitive
incendiary device,
no doubt ignited by a long fuse.
Very amateur.
- They found it in
the storage room.
- Arson.
Every parent in the city's
gonna be on my case.
If I don't find the
arsonist, I'm out of a job.
- Sir.
I'll be here to cover for you.
- That's gotta be Puss.
- This warehouse
gives me the creeps.
Why can't punk bands
live like normal people?
- Then they'd make normal music.
- I can live with that.
- Don't tell me
you're a music snob.
- Good taste does
not equal snob.
- Fine, well what do you like?
Hip hop, rap, heavy
metal, grunge, what?
- All of it in moderation.
- You can't like
something in moderation.
That's like skinny dipping
with your clothes on.
- Well excuse me if
I don't bob my head,
wave my arms around wildly
and scream my lungs out
to express interest
in something.
- You should try it
sometime, you might like it.
- Mission control sucks.
- What?
- Gasoline.
- So if it wasn't for
Puss, you'd both be toast.
- [Tracy] Yeah when were we.
- Puss pulled us to
safety just in time.
- We found out that they
didn't even audition for Mars.
- Vince made the whole
revenge thing up.
(beeping)
It's Dad.
- Hi boys, hello Tracy.
That video footage
you sent me of the man
in front of the antique store?
My contacts tell
me the chin man has
a passion for collectibles.
- We got him!
- It seems he uses antique
stores to run his operation.
Put that store
under surveillance.
I want to see who
he connects with.
Anybody who goes
in the store could
be passing on
information about us.
- What would he be looking for?
- My guess, he thinks
I might still be alive.
So, how goes the
Mars investigation?
- Someone tried to torch them.
- [Dick Sr.] What?
- We're dealing
with some pyromaniac
who thinks we're
getting too close.
- Give whatever you
got over to the police
before somebody gets hurt.
- We can handle it.
- Now!
You got that?
- Intruder!
Aunt Claire is approaching.
- Hello!
It's way past dinner time.
- We're not hungry, maybe later.
- And let more brain cells die?
I don't think so.
Pinto beans and lentils.
It's full of antioxidants.
Eat.
- Yes Mr. Mayor.
Your niece was at the club
the night of the fire?
I understand.
It is my highest priority.
Goodbye.
Bullock!
- Sir?
- Lab report, any prints found
on the incendiary device?
- No sir, any grease or
oil burned off in the fire,
but this just came
in last night.
You okay sir?
- I'm fine.
Why didn't you know that
Daring's kid was on the case?
- He never told us.
- Well he just did,
along with information
we should have found ourselves.
Track down a Vince character
who works the DJ circuit.
Bring him in for questioning.
- Yes sir.
- Okay Aunt Claire,
I've connected
to the Internet dating service.
- We've got a deal, right?
You don't tell
anyone, and I let you
eat junk food for a week.
- Deal.
- Okay.
I want someone who shares
the same interests,
someone who likes me for me,
not in a physical sense.
- Got it, hold the physical.
- Well, not all of it.
- Okay, so let's say half
physical, half spiritual.
- I'd say more 80 20.
- Okay, so 80%
spiritual, 20% physical.
- Make it 50 50.
- So, are you coming tonight?
- Tonight?
- Yeah, my birthday
party at the Amazon?
- Uh, I'm really
backlogged with schoolwork.
- Oh, great.
Like it's sad enough I have
to plan my own birthday party,
but when my best friend
says she can't come?
- Whoa, best friend Nicole?
- Yeah.
- I'll think about it.
- Oh thank you.
It's gonna be so--
- Hello ladies, what's this I
hear about a birthday party?
- I'm having a party
tonight at the Amazon.
- Well great, I'll be there.
- Larry, you're not invited.
- Well that's okay
'cause me and Tracy
have plans, don't we Trace?
- The answer is still no.
- Well, but why?
I mean, what's so harmful
about a pizza and movie?
It's not like I'm proposing
marriage or anything.
- Larry, when are you gonna
get it through your head
that I am just not interested?
- That's, that's okay 'cause
I read in a book somewhere that
it's the journey that
matters, not the destination.
(sighs)
- Life's a highway
Larry, keep on walking.
- Where's Tracy?
- At the Amazon Club,
some friend's birthday.
- Which friend?
- No worries, a girl
type friend, I checked.
- Good.
- [Man] I'm looking
for someone that shares
my love of sunsets and my
passion for beekeeping.
- Beekeeping, I don't think so.
- What's that?
- Don't tell, but I'm helping
Aunt Claire find Mr. Right.
- Sounds like a lifetime career.
- So, you gonna put up
the surveillance camera
at the antique store?
- Yep.
- Naturally I get to stay here.
- Police scanning in progress.
- What's up Vern?
- A three alarm fire
has been reported.
Still scanning.
It's a dance club.
- Which club?
- Scanning.
Scanning.
The Amazon.
- [Both] Tracy!
- Are you all right?
- Yeah.
- Sir, this case is getting
totally out of hand.
Okay, we gave you information.
Maybe you should share
with us what you know.
- Okay.
Here's what we've got.
The Amazon fire was
set with the exact same
incendiary device as Mars.
I've had every agency
local and national
looking for the
DJ, Vince Demonte,
the guy's vanished
into thin air.
Arnie here is, was
the DJ at Amazon.
- This Vince is bad news.
He always complained the club
owners were ripping him off.
Said the only reason
they got any business
was because of him.
- There's a possible motive.
- How long have you known him?
- Six months.
We shared a few pints.
He's not the sort you want
to bring home to mother.
- Do you have any idea
where we might find him?
- Drunk as a skunk,
or dead in some ditch.
Take your pick.
- Okay.
If we are...
Collaborating on
this case, I want
everything out in the open.
You got it, I get it, got it?
- And vice versa.
- Naturally.
And to show my good faith,
we retrieved these CDs
from the two fires.
They contain the prerecorded
music programs of both DJs.
Not my cup of tea, but maybe
you'll have use for them.
- Can't thank you enough.
- Any time.
Now let's find this mad man
before somebody gets hurt.
- I'm looking for
someone that shares
my love of sunsets and my
passion for beekeeping.
- [Tracy] What's that?
- Each human voice
has unique acoustic
characteristics that
reflect personality traits.
So I've taken this bozo's voice
and put it through a
personality evaluation program.
- And?
- Confirmed that he is a bozo.
The voiceprint tells
the whole story.
This way, Claire can know
a loser when she hears one.
- Bobby, you're a genius.
Well, I'll see you later.
I'm heading over to
the Quake tonight.
- Why?
Nobody hangs there.
- Well, they do now.
It's the only club left.
We're betting that the
arsonist strikes again,
and this time we're
going to be ready.
- And I stay here at
mission control, right?
- Here, so you're not bored.
It's prerecorded music
from Mars and The Amazon.
- What am I supposed
to do with them?
- You're the genius, I'm sure
you'll figure something out.
See ya.
(upbeat music)
- [Vince] It's time
to get down to the
extreme sounds of
criminal negligence.
- Cool, Vince's voice at Mars.
- [Arnie] All right everybody,
I want you to get down
with something from down under,
with the latest hip
hop group 22 Live.
- Arnie at The Amazon?
Let's have some fun.
Now we run these two voices
through the evaluation program
and learn the ugly truth
about the DJ personalities.
(upbeat music)
- Hey.
So, the camera, the
surveillance camera's
rolling at the antique store.
Who's the DJ?
- Oh that's Mickey.
He's the owner of the club.
He fills in a few
nights of the week.
He's here with
a few undercover cops.
- Yeah well, I
doubt the arsonist
will strike again
so soon you know?
He's gotta know this
place is being watched.
(electronics screech)
Bobby, you don't
have to shout man.
- I took the voices
of the DJs at Mars
and The Amazon and
created the wave patterns.
- I gave him the
CDs that the police
recovered from the fires.
- Then I laid the wave
patterns over personality
evaluation graph just for fun,
and I discovered something
very interesting.
The DJs at Mars and Amazon
had identical graphs.
- Bobby, what are you saying?
- That the DJs at
Mars and Amazon
are one and the same person.
- I get it, there's our motive!
Look at this place, it's packed.
Three days ago, it was empty.
- So?
- So?
Get rid of your two competitors
and you're the
hottest club in town!
- How did the DJs fit in?
- Tell me a better
way that you can
plant a fire bomb in a dance
club and not be caught?
- But if that's true then--
- Is everybody
having a good time?
(cheering)
Don't forget the Quake's half
price Tuesdays and Wednesdays.
- Hey Vince.
Or should I say Arnie?
(rock music)
- Put down that thing
and let's talk okay?
- No one's gonna hurt ya.
I just want to talk, that's all.
- Stop!
I will!
I'll set you and this
whole place on fire.
(rock music)
- No it makes sense.
Quake was losing a fortune
so the owner, Mickey,
alias Arnie alias Vince decides
to torch his competition.
Brilliant work Bobby.
We owe you one.
- I want a promotion
to field agent.
- [Tracy] All right, I'll be
mission control for a while.
- Great, I'm glad
this case is over.
Dick was truly
freaked when he heard
you were caught in that
fire at The Amazon club.
- Really?
- [Bobby] Oh yeah
his face went white,
he was hyperventilating.
- Oh?
- Well you know, it was
a stressful situation
so I was you know kind of
reacting to that and stuff.
- [Bobby] Yeah, but
you were thoroughly--
- Tracy!
Can you show us what you
got from the antique store?
Thank you, please?
- [Tracy] Sure.
- [Dick Jr.] Stop the tape.
Can you bring it back a bit?
- Chin man.
- And somebody with him.
- [Bobby] Who's she?
- [Tracy] A sales girl.
- [Bobby] Or a spy
working for Chin.
- [Tracy] Definite no.
- Definite maybe.
She's worth checking out.
(eerie music)
(MultiCom Jingle)
(upbeat music)
(record scratches)
- [Man] Hey, got any Puss?
- I don't play
that punk garbage!
- [Man] Listen, me
and my friends paid
and you gotta play got it?
- I'm hired to spin real music.
Filth for brain!
- You do what we say, or else!
- Listen, you want to hear punk?
Then go to another club.
(yells)
(upbeat music)
- [Man] All right it's
time to get down with the
extreme drums of
criminal negligence.
Criminal negligence you're
talking to Vince Delmonte.
I'm Delmonte yeah baby
yahoo yeah yeah yeah.
(upbeat music)
- [Dick Jr.] Dad?
- [Tracy] 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.
(rock music)
- It's another one of
your dad's security gates.
So what now?
- I guess we have to
open one to find out.
- Oh, thanks Einstein!
Which one would you suggest?
- So many boxes.
- So little time.
- [Bobby] Why don't you
just look for the key?
- Bobby, you are something else.
(beeping)
- There, lower
right hand corner.
- Bobby, I owe you a burger!
(beeping)
- [Dick Sr.] Last night the
Mars Dance Club was set on fire.
- Oh no way!
- That bites.
- Fortunately no one was hurt.
Vern took a call from
the club's owner.
He has retained us.
He suspects arson.
As with all your cases,
keep a heads up on Murphy.
Remember, get too close to
a flame, and you get burned.
- Don't you think we're
taking this fire thing
a little too, you know--
- Anything you need?
Just use the help feature.
Good luck.
- I love spending quality
time with Dad, don't you?
- I had every fire prevention
device known to man.
Smoke detectors,
computerized speaker systems.
You run a place with kids,
you gotta protect them.
- I still don't see how
that adds up to arson.
- The one place that wasn't
wired was the storage room,
performance area, and that
is where the fire started.
Now don't tell me
that's just coincidence.
- [Dick Jr.] Who's that?
- That's my DJ, Vince.
Thank god he spotted
the fire in time.
- [Dick Jr.] Hey how's it going?
- Seven Gs worth of my
equipment, just got wasted.
How do you think?
- Well Bruce thinks it's arson.
- If you ask me,
it's revenge thing.
Last week this band
screwed up this
audition for our amateur night.
They freaked out!
Saying it was the club's fault.
Swore they were gonna get even.
- What was the band's name?
- Puss.
(rock music)
- Figures.
(bell rings)
- Tracy.
Hi.
- Still slumming with
Amanda and Cheryl I see?
- Oh you know they're
really not so bad
once you get to know them.
(scoffs)
- You know, you're right.
They're worse!
(sighs)
Have you ever heard Puss?
- Oh my god, where?
- Puss, the punk group.
- Oh.
They are so cool.
- Do you know where
they hang out?
- Why?
They have a warehouse
where they rehearse
and they give free concerts.
- Where?
- Spy Street.
Here comes your
stalker, gotta go!
- Oh wait, what's the rush?
- I have to floss.
- No.
- No what?
- No dinner, no movie,
no talk, no date.
- Okay, one date.
One date, just to
get to know me.
(sighs)
- Larry, I know you.
That's the problem.
- So I guess I've
lost you to that
Michael Jordan wannabe,
Dick Daring eh?
- What?
- Well I mean,
everyone's been saying
that you two have been spending
a lot of time together.
(sighs)
- Actually, Dick and I
are private investigators
on the trail of an arsonist.
- Oh.
Well, give me a call
when you get a break.
- Give me a call
when you get a clue.
- Keep us monitored on the DVT.
We're going to Spy Street
to pay Puss a little visit.
- Hey, I want to come too.
- Look no offense
bro, but we need
you here as mission control.
- Oh yeah, right.
- It could be dangerous, Bobby.
- Danger is my middle name.
- Horace is your middle name.
- You promised you'd never tell.
- What's this?
- It's evidence sir.
It was found at the fire site.
- So what's it doing on my desk?
My desk is for
administrative functions,
the day to day running
of the department.
Your desk is for
general inquiries,
complaints, and evidence.
- Yes sir.
- It's a primitive
incendiary device,
no doubt ignited by a long fuse.
Very amateur.
- They found it in
the storage room.
- Arson.
Every parent in the city's
gonna be on my case.
If I don't find the
arsonist, I'm out of a job.
- Sir.
I'll be here to cover for you.
- That's gotta be Puss.
- This warehouse
gives me the creeps.
Why can't punk bands
live like normal people?
- Then they'd make normal music.
- I can live with that.
- Don't tell me
you're a music snob.
- Good taste does
not equal snob.
- Fine, well what do you like?
Hip hop, rap, heavy
metal, grunge, what?
- All of it in moderation.
- You can't like
something in moderation.
That's like skinny dipping
with your clothes on.
- Well excuse me if
I don't bob my head,
wave my arms around wildly
and scream my lungs out
to express interest
in something.
- You should try it
sometime, you might like it.
- Mission control sucks.
- What?
- Gasoline.
- So if it wasn't for
Puss, you'd both be toast.
- [Tracy] Yeah when were we.
- Puss pulled us to
safety just in time.
- We found out that they
didn't even audition for Mars.
- Vince made the whole
revenge thing up.
(beeping)
It's Dad.
- Hi boys, hello Tracy.
That video footage
you sent me of the man
in front of the antique store?
My contacts tell
me the chin man has
a passion for collectibles.
- We got him!
- It seems he uses antique
stores to run his operation.
Put that store
under surveillance.
I want to see who
he connects with.
Anybody who goes
in the store could
be passing on
information about us.
- What would he be looking for?
- My guess, he thinks
I might still be alive.
So, how goes the
Mars investigation?
- Someone tried to torch them.
- [Dick Sr.] What?
- We're dealing
with some pyromaniac
who thinks we're
getting too close.
- Give whatever you
got over to the police
before somebody gets hurt.
- We can handle it.
- Now!
You got that?
- Intruder!
Aunt Claire is approaching.
- Hello!
It's way past dinner time.
- We're not hungry, maybe later.
- And let more brain cells die?
I don't think so.
Pinto beans and lentils.
It's full of antioxidants.
Eat.
- Yes Mr. Mayor.
Your niece was at the club
the night of the fire?
I understand.
It is my highest priority.
Goodbye.
Bullock!
- Sir?
- Lab report, any prints found
on the incendiary device?
- No sir, any grease or
oil burned off in the fire,
but this just came
in last night.
You okay sir?
- I'm fine.
Why didn't you know that
Daring's kid was on the case?
- He never told us.
- Well he just did,
along with information
we should have found ourselves.
Track down a Vince character
who works the DJ circuit.
Bring him in for questioning.
- Yes sir.
- Okay Aunt Claire,
I've connected
to the Internet dating service.
- We've got a deal, right?
You don't tell
anyone, and I let you
eat junk food for a week.
- Deal.
- Okay.
I want someone who shares
the same interests,
someone who likes me for me,
not in a physical sense.
- Got it, hold the physical.
- Well, not all of it.
- Okay, so let's say half
physical, half spiritual.
- I'd say more 80 20.
- Okay, so 80%
spiritual, 20% physical.
- Make it 50 50.
- So, are you coming tonight?
- Tonight?
- Yeah, my birthday
party at the Amazon?
- Uh, I'm really
backlogged with schoolwork.
- Oh, great.
Like it's sad enough I have
to plan my own birthday party,
but when my best friend
says she can't come?
- Whoa, best friend Nicole?
- Yeah.
- I'll think about it.
- Oh thank you.
It's gonna be so--
- Hello ladies, what's this I
hear about a birthday party?
- I'm having a party
tonight at the Amazon.
- Well great, I'll be there.
- Larry, you're not invited.
- Well that's okay
'cause me and Tracy
have plans, don't we Trace?
- The answer is still no.
- Well, but why?
I mean, what's so harmful
about a pizza and movie?
It's not like I'm proposing
marriage or anything.
- Larry, when are you gonna
get it through your head
that I am just not interested?
- That's, that's okay 'cause
I read in a book somewhere that
it's the journey that
matters, not the destination.
(sighs)
- Life's a highway
Larry, keep on walking.
- Where's Tracy?
- At the Amazon Club,
some friend's birthday.
- Which friend?
- No worries, a girl
type friend, I checked.
- Good.
- [Man] I'm looking
for someone that shares
my love of sunsets and my
passion for beekeeping.
- Beekeeping, I don't think so.
- What's that?
- Don't tell, but I'm helping
Aunt Claire find Mr. Right.
- Sounds like a lifetime career.
- So, you gonna put up
the surveillance camera
at the antique store?
- Yep.
- Naturally I get to stay here.
- Police scanning in progress.
- What's up Vern?
- A three alarm fire
has been reported.
Still scanning.
It's a dance club.
- Which club?
- Scanning.
Scanning.
The Amazon.
- [Both] Tracy!
- Are you all right?
- Yeah.
- Sir, this case is getting
totally out of hand.
Okay, we gave you information.
Maybe you should share
with us what you know.
- Okay.
Here's what we've got.
The Amazon fire was
set with the exact same
incendiary device as Mars.
I've had every agency
local and national
looking for the
DJ, Vince Demonte,
the guy's vanished
into thin air.
Arnie here is, was
the DJ at Amazon.
- This Vince is bad news.
He always complained the club
owners were ripping him off.
Said the only reason
they got any business
was because of him.
- There's a possible motive.
- How long have you known him?
- Six months.
We shared a few pints.
He's not the sort you want
to bring home to mother.
- Do you have any idea
where we might find him?
- Drunk as a skunk,
or dead in some ditch.
Take your pick.
- Okay.
If we are...
Collaborating on
this case, I want
everything out in the open.
You got it, I get it, got it?
- And vice versa.
- Naturally.
And to show my good faith,
we retrieved these CDs
from the two fires.
They contain the prerecorded
music programs of both DJs.
Not my cup of tea, but maybe
you'll have use for them.
- Can't thank you enough.
- Any time.
Now let's find this mad man
before somebody gets hurt.
- I'm looking for
someone that shares
my love of sunsets and my
passion for beekeeping.
- [Tracy] What's that?
- Each human voice
has unique acoustic
characteristics that
reflect personality traits.
So I've taken this bozo's voice
and put it through a
personality evaluation program.
- And?
- Confirmed that he is a bozo.
The voiceprint tells
the whole story.
This way, Claire can know
a loser when she hears one.
- Bobby, you're a genius.
Well, I'll see you later.
I'm heading over to
the Quake tonight.
- Why?
Nobody hangs there.
- Well, they do now.
It's the only club left.
We're betting that the
arsonist strikes again,
and this time we're
going to be ready.
- And I stay here at
mission control, right?
- Here, so you're not bored.
It's prerecorded music
from Mars and The Amazon.
- What am I supposed
to do with them?
- You're the genius, I'm sure
you'll figure something out.
See ya.
(upbeat music)
- [Vince] It's time
to get down to the
extreme sounds of
criminal negligence.
- Cool, Vince's voice at Mars.
- [Arnie] All right everybody,
I want you to get down
with something from down under,
with the latest hip
hop group 22 Live.
- Arnie at The Amazon?
Let's have some fun.
Now we run these two voices
through the evaluation program
and learn the ugly truth
about the DJ personalities.
(upbeat music)
- Hey.
So, the camera, the
surveillance camera's
rolling at the antique store.
Who's the DJ?
- Oh that's Mickey.
He's the owner of the club.
He fills in a few
nights of the week.
He's here with
a few undercover cops.
- Yeah well, I
doubt the arsonist
will strike again
so soon you know?
He's gotta know this
place is being watched.
(electronics screech)
Bobby, you don't
have to shout man.
- I took the voices
of the DJs at Mars
and The Amazon and
created the wave patterns.
- I gave him the
CDs that the police
recovered from the fires.
- Then I laid the wave
patterns over personality
evaluation graph just for fun,
and I discovered something
very interesting.
The DJs at Mars and Amazon
had identical graphs.
- Bobby, what are you saying?
- That the DJs at
Mars and Amazon
are one and the same person.
- I get it, there's our motive!
Look at this place, it's packed.
Three days ago, it was empty.
- So?
- So?
Get rid of your two competitors
and you're the
hottest club in town!
- How did the DJs fit in?
- Tell me a better
way that you can
plant a fire bomb in a dance
club and not be caught?
- But if that's true then--
- Is everybody
having a good time?
(cheering)
Don't forget the Quake's half
price Tuesdays and Wednesdays.
- Hey Vince.
Or should I say Arnie?
(rock music)
- Put down that thing
and let's talk okay?
- No one's gonna hurt ya.
I just want to talk, that's all.
- Stop!
I will!
I'll set you and this
whole place on fire.
(rock music)
- No it makes sense.
Quake was losing a fortune
so the owner, Mickey,
alias Arnie alias Vince decides
to torch his competition.
Brilliant work Bobby.
We owe you one.
- I want a promotion
to field agent.
- [Tracy] All right, I'll be
mission control for a while.
- Great, I'm glad
this case is over.
Dick was truly
freaked when he heard
you were caught in that
fire at The Amazon club.
- Really?
- [Bobby] Oh yeah
his face went white,
he was hyperventilating.
- Oh?
- Well you know, it was
a stressful situation
so I was you know kind of
reacting to that and stuff.
- [Bobby] Yeah, but
you were thoroughly--
- Tracy!
Can you show us what you
got from the antique store?
Thank you, please?
- [Tracy] Sure.
- [Dick Jr.] Stop the tape.
Can you bring it back a bit?
- Chin man.
- And somebody with him.
- [Bobby] Who's she?
- [Tracy] A sales girl.
- [Bobby] Or a spy
working for Chin.
- [Tracy] Definite no.
- Definite maybe.
She's worth checking out.
(eerie music)
(MultiCom Jingle)