All language subtitles for Starsky & Hutch - S03e01 - Starsky & Hutch On Playboy Island (A.K.A. Murder On Voodoo Island) (1)_track3_[eng]

Starsky, you are gonna love it.

That fresh air and those
crystal-clear mountain lakes and
trout-filled streams and sunrises.

And the grizzly bears and the
quicksand and the poisonous plants
and the rattlesnakes.

There aren't rattlesnakes
on Pine Lake.

Oh, there will be when we get there.

Look, you do your John Denver rap
as much as you like. I know
the woods are a dangerous place.

They've even had sightings
of the Bigfoot up there.

Bigfoot?
Mm-hmm.

At Pine Lake?
Mm-hmm.

Aren't you forgetting
the flying saucers?

On Pine Lake? Oh, come on!
You guys have gotta be kidding.

You don't really believe
those rumours, do you?

Oh, hi there.
Hi.

Hi.
Don't you ever read

the National Enquirer?

They're always making spottings
of flying saucers and Bigfoot
at places like Pine Lake.

Really? Well, all I can tell you
is I've been going up there for years,

and as far as I'm concerned,
it just gets more and more
wonderful each time.

Yeah?

Huh?
What did I tell you?

What?
Doesn't bother me.

My partner here's
a little superstitious.
He scares easy.

Oh, I see. Are you into camping?

Into camping?
I am.

Well, I spend more time in the woods
than Grizzly Adams. Yeah.

I was just trying to tell
my partner here, you know, uh,

I love nature, that crystal-clear air

and the bubbling brooks and the
simple joy of boiling a trout.

Boiling a trout?
MEGHAN: I know what you mean.

My girlfriend and I get up to
Pine Lake almost every month.

Oh, well, do you backpack in,
or hike, or just walk?

Well, we walk in, but, you see,
we like to stay in really good shape.

And what do you usually do?
Me?

Mm-hmm.
Oh. Well, I like to walk in myself.

In fact, I was gonna go up
there this week.

Oh.
You wouldn't, by any chance,

be going up that way?

You know, as a matter of fact,
my girlfriend and I
were going up tomorrow,

but wouldn't you know,
my car broke down.
It's in the shop.

Oh, that's too bad.

Gee, this is really so nice
of you guys.

I just hope it's not too much
of an imposition.

Oh, no way!
But I was thinking, well,

as long as we're all gonna be
in the same wilderness together, you
might as well meet my friend tonight.

I mean, maybe we could all
spend some time together.

STARSKY: Mmm!
HUTCH: Oh, you're absolutely right.

Listen, does your friend like
the out-of-doors as much as you do?

Oh, even more.
She absolutely adores it.

Terrific.
You can come out now.

Can't be all bad then, huh?
Really.

You're late! What happened to you?
We were expecting you
ten minutes ago.

Gentlemen, I'm sorry.
This is my friend.

Lucky you.
Well, Captain,

it might have been a lot easier
if you'd telephoned.

It might have been easier, Sergeant,
but I'm afraid it was the safety of you
and your partner

that we were concerned with.

Starsky, Hutchinson, Walter Healey,
an old friend of mine from
the Justice Department.

Pleasure, I'm sure.
I'm sure.

Gentlemen.
OK, Captain, we'll bite,

what's going on?

Well, what we have here is an
undercover situation, which you
may or may not volunteer for.

Look, Captain,
you have no right...

DOBEY: If you'd just pipe down
and let me explain.

We earned a vacation!
You promised a vacation!

Explain what?
Going to Playboy Island.

I just bought a $40 reel, not to
mention waders and a Carlson rod.

Wait a second.
Wait a second.

Wait a second!
You know that. What?

Did you hear what he said?
Yeah, I heard!

Playboy Island?
Absolutely not.

HEALEY:
Now, as you may or may not know,

the man that you're looking at
is considered by many people
to be the richest man in the world.

William Mackenzie Thorne.

It's said that if he and his
corporations were rolled into
a country,

financially it would be the seventh
most important nation in the world.

He's been an invalid
for the last three years.

He lives in seclusion in this
mansion, which overlooks the
Playboy Island Hotel,

which, you have probably heard,
he also owns.

Sounds kind of familiar.
Heh-heh.

The estate itself is patrolled
by a small army of private guards.

And as far as we know,
his English nurse, Charlotte Connery,

and a few servants are the only
companions that he has.

Now, there's been no trouble
in the Thorne empire
until about a month ago.

Then, one by one,
in places all over the world,

his closest friends and
business associates started dying.

Started dying?
You're talking about murder?

There are those who would
have you believe the cause
of death was voodoo.

Voodoo? You mean like
"hocus-pocus, you're dead"?

You tell me, but before each one of
them died, they received one of these:

A devil doll.

Thorne's attorney, crack pilot,
inventor of a navigational device
that was considered foolproof,

took his plane right into a mountain
in broad daylight.

The devil doll was found
in the wreckage.

Ah, yeah. Look, what I'd like to ask
you about is these, uh, voodoo dolls.

You said your best operative
was murdered.

Did he, uh, get one
of these dolls?

Twelve hours before
they found him in his hotel room.

The coroner's report listed the cause
of death as "hysterical paralysis".

"Hysterical paralysis."
Yeah, but about these dolls, these...

You mean he was
scared to death?

That's what his killers
would have you believe.

The locals are terrified.
They feel bad magic
has been brought to the island.

"Bad magic." Hutch...

Starsk, that's Johnny Doors.
Yeah.

The West Coast Godfather.

People would have you believe that he
wants to be the next capo of capos,

top man in the national
syndicate.

He has been a house guest at the
mansion for the past five weeks.

That's one week before
the voodoo deaths started.

Yeah, well, about these,
uh, voodoo...

Until I heard about Johnny Doors,
things just didn't make any sense.

Then suddenly everything clicked.

Healey thinks it's the organisation
attempting to take over
Thorne's empire.

Well, that's swell,
but about these voodoo dolls...

With Thorne confined to a wheelchair
behind locked doors, it could happen

before anyone in the outside world
knew about it, and then it would be
too late.

You can't get to Thorne?

I've been working on it,
but so far it has been very difficult.

The question is, is it his own choice,
or is he a prisoner?

What if he's a prisoner?

Then, gentlemen, since
you've chosen to work with me,

we've gotta find
a way to break him out.

Exactly where do we fit in?

I'm going back tonight. Your flight
leaves the day after tomorrow.

You will be, of course, undercover.

I'm sorry.
Right.

Hey, guys! Just... Call out
the fire department, Mother.

I've just heard some
red-hot songbird.

Oh, you sing pretty
good yourself.

Well, let's get acquainted.
I'm Jerry Perry from Harper's Ferry.

And that's my good old buddy,
Phil Hill from Steubenville.

Oh, well, it's a pleasure to meet you,
Jerry. It's a pleasure to meet you.

Ooh.
Ooh.

I'd like to have you meet
my partner here.

Fred Knight.
Right, and I'm Ed Day.

We're from Yucaipa way.
Ha-ha!

Hey.
What?

Would you like to smell my flower?
Smell your what?

Wouldn't you like to smell
my flower?

Now, you wouldn't do that
to me, would you?

But I gotta get somebody.

Oh, my!
Look what just dropped in!

Say, madam, you wouldn't
by any chance like to smell
my flower, would you?

Oh, well, now, come on,
gee, she's a lady.

You have crackerjack eyesight.
Sure, I noticed that right off.

Here, how about a little
whiffy-sniffy?

What a beautiful flower.

Oh!
Ah!

PHIL:
Woo-hoo!

Hey, let's all go get a drink!
Yeah.

Well, I'll tell you what. I think we're
just gonna stay here and die.

Oh, well, that's your
prerogative.

OK, brothers.
Bye.

Bye! Have a good drink.

Close call.
Better close than never.

I'm sorry, this is
my partner.

Ed Day.
And my name is Fred Knight.

You boys into trash, too?
Trash, huh? That's a low blow.

Low.

Look, when you get to Playboy Island,
look me up. I'm Silky.
I work around the pool.

Thank you ever so much.
Aw, listen,

there's no need to thank us.

Just remember one thing. When
the garbage man comes for your can,

remember, he's got
some feelings, too.

I'll try to remember that.
HUTCH: You don't wanna go that way.

You end up in the garbage.
I already have.

Help.

Caribbean Holiday Flight 19
now boarding through Gate B.

Thank you.

Hey! Hold it.

That was a beauty.

Hello there.
Well, hi.

Say, you're Janice, the photographer
from that Playboy Hotel, aren't you?

That's right.

Let me buy you a drink.
Oh. Oh, well, I think I'd love it.

Waiter.

Thank you.

Bring me and the young lady here
some of them big rum punches,
por favor.

Mmm. They sound delicious.

Any luck?

Yeah. But It certainly
wasn't easy.

The Thorne compound is guarded
like Fort Knox. Most of the locals
are terrified to go near the place

because they say that black magic
is practised there.

Spare me
the voodoo fairy tales.

I've got to get on the Thorne estate.
As soon as possible.

What arrangements
did you make?

You see the driver
of the black cab back there?

Take a picture of him.
Who?

For 200 Yankee dollar he will take
you to an old disused cane-workers'
road behind the Thorne compound.

And it's unguarded.
Good.

Well, it's sure nice seeing
you again, Janice.

I... I hate to run, but then
you know those bus tours.

You take care now, huh?

Now you belong to me.

HEALEY:
Hey...

Why are you stopping?
You're supposed to drive me
clear to the estate.

The car, she broke.
I can drive no farther.

What do you mean "broke"?
Broke.

Maybe it's the carburettor
or something. I'll take a look.

Pull the hood.

Hey! Get back here!

When I call, you will obey.

Will obey.

Will obey me.

Now you belong to me.

Belong to me.

Belong to me.

Now you belong to me!

Any sign of Healey?
No, we'll meet him at the hotel.

Come on.
Wait a second.

What?
I wanna make sure I got all my bags.

Well, how many you got?
I got the big blue one here.

The blue one there.
Are these all yours?

And the two brown ones.
You didn't have this many when we left.

Yes, I did. And the camera bag...
Wait, I'm missing something.

I don't even know why you
brought all this luggage.

You didn't even wanna come
to this place in the first place.

Starsky, I'm on vacation.
I wanna be prepared to have one.

Prepared? This is overkill.
Look, Starsk,

if you're gonna do the islands,
you might as well do them.

I don't know about you,
but I'm gonna have a good time.

STARSKY:
Your luggage.

Ah, porter! Porter!
Hey!

What?
Hey!

JERRY: What are you doing?
HUGG Y: Get in! Come on!

Ask him!
Any of you fellas sing tenor?

STARSKY:
Tenor?

Yeah, we're looking for a tenor.
All right, okay.

STARSKY:
We'll keep our ears open.

HUGG Y: Hey, Mister, why don't
you learn how to drive?

HUTCH: Whoa!
HUGGY: It's a short cut.

Just take it easy.

STARSKY:
What are you doing?

Hey, we almost missed that car.
That's how one drives on the island.

You mean, you tried to hit him?

You gotta be mucho macho
on the old throttlero.

Just lay back and enjoy the ride,
and I'll show you some of the
finer points of this tropical paradise.

I just hope we get out of the airport.
Really. Hey, Huggy,

we know you're a man with a plan.
We just sent you down here yesterday,

how'd you manage to get
a taxi so fast?

Simplicity itself. I got family
all over this island.

Hold this.
When I get in cahoots with my roots,

anything is possible.
Yeah, well, just get us to the hotel

in one piece.
What are you doing?

I'll just whizz you by
Playboy Island Hotel. And as far
as anybody's concerned,

you're just a couple of flaky tourists
grooving on the sights.

On my right, we have
the old Spanish Mission.

What are you doing?
I think I'm missing a bag.

Oh, God.

Hug, what about Thorne?

Hey, the word on the island is
Thorne is afraid to stick his nose
outside of his estate.

Because he's afraid
to get dead.

Yeah, we heard he had
a lot of armed guards.

Armed guards? Nothing can stop
the voodoo man in the long run.

And that's who they say
is after Thorne.

Look, there's the Governor's mansion.
STARSKY: One hell of a lawn.

Yeah, it's a good deal
of sugar cane, too.

Yeah. Huggy, this voodoo man,
is that the same as a bocur?

Mm-hmm.
Bocur? Sounds like a bad cough.

No, no, no, that's what they call
a witch doctor in voodoo.

A bad cough?
No, no. It's a person who has...

Who has the power of death.

And that's what this dude has.
A real bad cough.

Will you, please?
In aces!

He's got the locals so scared,
I couldn't even find out what
his real name is.

From how they talk about him,
he must be a cross between
Count Dracula and Frankenstein.

Word is, the people who wanna get
Thorne paid a lot to bring him
into the country.

Huggy, is there any way you can
get us close to this, uh, bocur?

I was afraid you were
gonna ask that question.

Uh, now wait a second,
don't tell me you believe
in this stuff, too?

Look, my family has an old saying:
"When in doubt, sit it out."

What does that mean?
But don't worry.

I already got my Aunt Minnie
on the situation.

And there's certain people
on this island who say
she's a witch doctor, too.

Minnie?
Says she's his aunt.

Oh.

HUGGY: Hey, guys,
coming up on the right

is the main entrance
to the Thorne estate.

How many of those cuties
do they got?

As high as thirty.

And TV cameras all along
the perimeter. He tend to
keep out unwanted folks.

What about the hotel side
of the Thorne estate?

Backs up against the ninth hole
of the hotel's golf course.

From what I hear, it has fences
all along there and it's patrolled
by guard dogs.

Hey!
Here it is.

Welcome to Playboy Island,
bachelors' swinging paradise.

Howdy!
Hi there.

Check out the gardeners.
I ought to call the prisoners.

Where's the help?
Morning.

Morning.
Hi, fellas. Welcome to Playboy Island.

I'm your doorman.

"Pussycat."
Here, kitty, kitty.

I'm Ed Day.
I'm Fred Knight.

And we're partners in grime.

Got it. Did you say
Knight and Day?

We sure did.
Yes, we did. Uh-huh.

Good morning. Conventioneers
Knight and Day checking in.

That's right, you heard me,
Knight and Day.

It'll be just a moment
and someone'll give you a hand
with your luggage, OK?

Oh, that's all right, I can get it.
Thank you.

What are you doing?
Taking the luggage.

What, are you nuts? You think
I'm gonna help you carry all that?

Why not?
We're on vacation.

You said so yourself. Besides,
they've got a bellhop. Let him do it.

Oh, OK. Ow!

Hi.

Check-in is automatic for
conventioneers. Easy can take
you straight to your room.

Have a nice day.
Hello, I'm Easy.

Oh, you're "Easy", huh?

Flower, Bubbles, ladies, come help
these gentlemen with their luggage.
This way.

WOMEN: Hi.
Hi.

This way, please.
I'm expecting a message.

Is there any way I can check on that?
Oh, yes, I checked that for you.

And I'm sorry, but you
have no messages.

Uh-huh. Well, look,
there's one more thing.
I seem to be missing a bag.

A bag?
Right.

You mean luggage.
Right.

OK, we'll check that for you.

Don't you wanna know
what colour it is?

OK. What colour is it?

Ah, I don't remember.

Who's that?
That's Ginger, the house detective.

Oh, the house dick. Look,
are you sure about that message?
It's kind of important.

We're waiting on
a new, uh, rubbish contract
in a string of pizza parlours.

Probably mean that we can,
uh, buy a new truck for our fleet.

How executive.
Right.

But I am sure.
I checked your box.

How many trucks do you have
in your fleet now?

Ah, well, we, uh...
We have one. Betsy.

Betsy.
She's your, uh, four-ton,

super-torque, double-action
super scooper.

Is that like one of those,
uh, low-riders?

Uh... Fred. Fred.

Oh, well, I just thought I'd give
the little ladies a hand to the room.

Well, don't just stand there.
Give me some help.

Oh, of course!
Let me take that for you.

Right.
This way.

# Night and day, I'll take the night ##

EASY:
And this is the pool area.

EASY: Oh, well,
you might have been wondering
about the vegetation on this island.

HUTCH: Oh, yeah.
There's a lot of nice specimens.

EASY: Dinner's at eight.
And keep off the grass.

HUTCH: Oh.
EASY: Our pool's down

around the corner,
the ocean's straight ahead.

HUTCH: Very funny!
EASY: You'll have a lovely stay.

HUTCH:
# Night and day ##
Fred?

# Night and day, I'll take the night #

# And ni... ##

Hi.
Hi.

Is something wrong?

Did you see her bathing suit?

Why don't you join me for a swim?

What bathing suit?
That's what I was afraid of.

HUTCH:
Thank you, ladies, thank you.

STARSKY: Thank you.
HUTCH: All right, thank you.

HUTCH: How you doing, Fred?
All right. Thank you.

All right.
Need some help over there?

No, I'm fine.
OK, great.

Just put it right down there.
All right.

OK, here's your key.
Thank you.

And, uh... Oh, if, uh, you need me
to lift anything, uh, you just ring.

I wouldn't want you
to hurt yourselves.

All right. I think I could
learn to enjoy it here.

Get up.
Hm?

Company.

Gentlemen.
Gentlemen, don't be alarmed.

I'm Sterling Amadeus Godfrey,
Chief of Police for the island.

Pleased to make your acquaintance.
Well, do tell.

What could a couple of good old boys
like Fred and me have done to attract
the law, huh?

Huh? Picked up something that
somebody hadn't thrown away yet?

No, no, no, no, no.
I'm wondering what two gentlemen,

with the unlikely names
of Mr Day and Mr Knight,

can tell me about
a certain Walter Healey?

Walter...?
Healey.

Healey.
Healey.

Nothing. What can you tell us?

Only that he was
found dead this afternoon,
apparently killed by a fall.

That's a shame, I'm sure,
but, uh, why tell us?

Well, oddly enough, your names and
room number were found among his
personal belongings in the hotel safe.

How would you account for that?
Can't tell.

Maybe there's something else
in those belongings that could
explain it, huh?

No, no, nothing. However, this was
found on his somewhat broken body.

Imagine that!
A grown man playing with dolls.

Your, um, naivety
could be dangerous,

if I believed it.

Gentlemen, I know Healey was
a law-enforcement officer engaged
in some investigation here,

but he refused to confide in me.

His silence may well have
cost him his life.

Look me up, should you
need a friend.

Oh, for sure.
Right, right.

Oh, may I?
Please. Help yourself.

You're very kind.
Don't mention it.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.
Good afternoon.

Mr Day and Mr Knight.

No, no, no, no, no.
He's Mr Day and I'm Mr Knight.

Well, have a good stay, gentlemen.

Healey's dead.

And the only thing he's come up
with is a voodoo doll.

I'm beginning to feel like I just walked
into a Vincent Price movie.

Except we don't know
who the bad guys are.

What do you think of Godfrey?

Maybe Healey didn't trust him.
Maybe he's syndicate. Who knows?

I guess the only thing we can do
is go talk to Thorne.

How?

Didn't Huggy say that the ninth hole
of the golf course backed up on the
Thorne estate?

Care for a round of golf?

Pretty good.
Mm-mm.

Have you given any thought
to what we're gonna do

when we get there?
Well...

Something will turn up. Uh-huh.
Boy, that was a beauty.

JERRY: Hey, fellas,
let's make it a foursome!

See? Told you something
would turn up.

Right.

Well, that's gotta be
the Thorne estate over there.

STARSKY:
What do you think?

I think we ought to shag
a couple of balls into the rough.

STARSKY:
How do you do that?

Well, you take your 9-iron.
Nine-iron.

You close your stance, you close
your face, and you swing through it,
nice and easy.

Huh? Not too hard, now.

Right.

All right, now, let's see
what we've got here.

OK, we're shooting for the hole
out there and it's a par four.

I'm lying three over there and, Ed,
you're lying one on a beautiful shot.

Thank you.
And you know what?

Old Phil's got this far
on two strokes,
and Fred's lying...

Nine.
Nine.

Excuse me.

Fore!
Ten.

Well, I can see your problem.
You're using the wrong club.

Here, try this.
Maybe you can beat it to death.

JERRY: Ain't he the wittiest?
Sure is.

Close your face.

HUTCH:
What a shame.

Oh, what a shame.
Tough turn of luck.

Well, here I am, lying one
after a magnificent drive.

I'll just pop it right up
by the pin up there.

STARSKY:
Oh... Uh...

Fore!

Phil, Jerry, can we see you
for just a second?

Yeah, ladies, would you excuse us
for just one moment?

Well, looks like we've got ourselves
a bit of a problem.

We're gonna have to go back there
and shag those two balls.

Oh, well, we'll give you a hand.
Oh, no, no, that's all right.

Hey, those are
nice-looking dollies, aren't they?

They are. They are
put together fine.

Look, I got a suggestion. Why don't
you take the girls and the cart.

PHIL: I am a little tired.
HUTCH: Now, don't you...

Don't you boys get lost.
Oh, no.

Arrivederci!
Arrivederci!

Get upside down like that!
Now in here!

Bye-bye, now.
Goodbye, brothers.
They're fine boys.

Yeah, Jerry. Come on, ladies.
Come on, ladies.

Get in here. Hot damn.
PHIL: Come on.

What are you doing?
Going across the river.

Here?
Well, it's as good a place as any.

Well, what about finding
a more shallow place upstream?

Downstream, huh?
Maybe there's a bridge.

What are you afraid of,
alligators?

What, are you kidding?
There are no alligators in here.

Are there?
Of course not.

Oh.
Will you come on.

Yeah, I'm coming,
I'm coming.

Come on.

The only thing I'm worried about
are the crocodiles.

What did you say?
Huh?

Oh, nothing.

Did you say crocodiles?

Crocodiles!

There's Johnny Doors.

So it is.

Healey was right.

Was that you?
I thought it was you.

Well, it ain't no crocodile.

HUTCH:
Nice dog!

PHILIPPE: Good day, gentlemen.
IN UNISON: Good day.

It's a beautiful day
for a stroll, isn't it?

Sure is!
But why are you walking over here?

Uh...
Well, uh, uh...

My buddy and I were over at
the golf course at the seventh tee.

I pull out a 3-wood
and shanked one hell of a shot.

Sure did! Yeah.
But you're over 300 yards off the green.

Woo-hoo!
Hey! Hey!

Whoa, you hit the skin
off that ball!

Perhaps you'll speak
more freely to the dogs.

Oh... No, hold it.
Hold everything, now.

Actually, the truth of the matter is,
we just really want to get a peek
at Mr Thorne.

You see, nobody ever gets
to see him in person any more.

CHARLOTTE:
Philippe.

Mr Thorne wants the dogs called off.
I'll show the gentlemen out.

We'll take the arbour path.
It leads directly to the hotel.

Good day.
Hello.

Well, looks like we dropped in at
a bad time, huh? Looks like you're
preparing for some kind of a shindig.

It's the annual All Saints charity ball.
Mr Thorne turns his house over to it
each year on this night.

Is, uh, that Mr Thorne over there?
Yes.

Is he gonna be here tonight?
No, he'll remain in his quarters.

Gentlemen.
He's feeling all right, isn't he?

CHARLOTTE: Yes.
STARSKY: Uh-huh.

Just across the bridge
you'll find the gate...

Bridge?

...that leads directly
to the hotel.

The guard will let you through.
You see that?

What?
There is a bridge.

Yeah. How long
has this bridge been here?

Since the turn of the century.
Well, you see?

We weren't there then, anyway.
I beg your pardon?

Oh, excuse me, gentlemen.
Mr Thorne needs me. Good day.

Did you have to?

Hey, where you guys been?
I've been looking all over for you.

Why?
What's going down?

My Aunt Minnie's agreed
to meet with you and talk
about the voodoo man. Come on.

Wait a second. I don't think
that's such a good idea. No, really!

STARSKY: Huggy, are you sure
the boards on this bridge are safe?

HUGG Y: What's the matter, Starsky,
you afraid of a little water?

STARSKY:
No, I'm not afraid of any water.

HUTCH: Of course it's safe.
They bring cows across this bridge.

STARSKY: Watch out for the hole!
HUGGY: Hey, come on,

it's just a little ways down here.
HUTCH: Of course, a cow's got

four legs and weighs
a little more than I do.

STARSKY: How do you know
they bring cows cross the bridge?

HUTCH: Who's to say they don't?
STARSKY: Huggy, I'll ask you

one more time,
is this trip really necessary?

Like I told you, Minnie knows
everything that there is to know
about this island.

She's what people in the old days
called a griot. Are you hip
to what it is?

Kind of onion?
No, no, no,

it's a member of the rodent family.
No, it's a storyteller.

She keeps the history
of the people in her head.

Names, dates, places. Why, Minnie can
go back to before our people
were even brought to this island.

Uh-huh.

Shh!

Walk softly.
Have a little respect.

Aunt Minnie.

Minnie.

Aunt Minnie, these are the people
I told you about.

Hello.

Hm. Pass me the toad bellies,
please.

Draw a circle around yourself.

Kiss the bag three times
and you will be protected.

Twenty dollars, please.
Twenty do...?

Sometimes sincere people
purchase charms from Minnie

to help them down the road of life.

Oh. Oh, I understand that.
And on the road of life
one has to pay tolls.

There's powerful voodoo in the land.
Five are dead already. More will die.

All because the evil bocur.

Would you happen to know
the name of this bocur?

You would be better off
if you didn't know.

Well, I'm afraid we're
gonna have to know it.

He is the supreme papaloi,
master of the undead.

Of Papa Theodore... beware!

Papa Theodore?
Don't worry about finding him,

just be sure he don't find you,

because if he gives you a doll
with your face, you are dead.

Enter, little Philippe.

Bonsoir, Papa Theodore.
Is everything prepared for tonight?

Oh, yes, my small friend.

Tonight will be...

...extraordinary!

Paint's bad enough! I didn't know
we were supposed to sing.

Don't sweat it. Look...
I was gonna be a waiter!

This the only way I could
get us into the party!

I think we just hit pay dirt!
Thorne's room is at the back of
the house.

Yeah.
Now, the only person

that we got to worry about is Baron,
his personal bodyguard, he sleeps
outside his door,

only tonight, he's gonna
sleep real heavy.

How's that?
Well, I just gave the cook 20 bucks

to put enough vodka
in his pepper pot stew
to pickle all of Poland.

Ready?
Wait a minute!

I don't know any calypso songs.
You know any calypso songs.

Calypso songs?
What are you talking about?

We gotta sing.
We do?

Yeah.
What?

"The Ding-Dong"!
What's that?

"Somebody Bad Stole
The Wedding Bell."

Really?
Thanks.

What's that?
Never mind. We're on!

We're on what?

Ladies and gentlemen, "Somebody Bad
Stole The Wedding Bell".

One, two, one, two, three, four!

Get them off!

HUGG Y:
Limbo!

Ladies and gentlemen,
it's limbo time!

OK, over there.

Huggy, this is where
we part company.

Hey, look, I got you this far.
Take care, man.

But dig, if you run into any
of those voodoo people,
and they get mad at you,

let's pretend we don't know
each other next time
we meet on the street, OK?

Wait a second.

Mr Thorne.

Mr Thorne!

He's alive, but not by much.
He must be in some kind of coma.

Starsk. Starsk.
Mr Thorne! What?

Somebody's coming.

Over here. Over here.

Come.

Come.

Walking?

He's supposed to have been
paralysed for three years.

What are you doing? Who are you?
Shh! Shh! Miss Connery!

Police officers.
What?

Police officers.

How did you know my name?
We were going undercover

with a man named Healey.

He was murdered
this morning.

My God! I know who you are. You're
the two men I saw this afternoon.

That's right.
Well, what do you want?

Well, maybe you can tell us.
How is it your boss is walking?

I don't know.
I don't know what's been going on.

There've been so many
strange things happening here.
It's been so confusing.

Miss Connery.
What?

You seem to be the kind of person
who's concerned about the welfare
of her employer.

Yes, I am.
Well, then help us.

Well, how?
We're gonna lose Thorne.

Where's Mr Thorne going?
Please help us!

There's a shack.
Where?

Outside. Outside in the...
In the jungle. I...
Well, I'll show you where it is.

I bid you come to me.

Walk!

Kneel.

PAPA THEODORE:
Now you see my power.

I have made the lame to walk
and the mighty to kneel,

because I, Papa Theodore,

am master of all spirits.

Looks like Thorne's kennel keeper's
pretty tight with Papa Theodore.

What's going on, Charlotte?
[WHISPERING] It's the wild boar.

They use it to summon
the god of war and blood.

I think it means
someone's going to die.

Thorne.
Charlotte,

is there anybody else at the house
that we can trust?

Cookie and a couple of maids.
I think everybody else is working
for Johnny Doors now.

Can you get him off the estate
for any reason? A walk? A swim
or something?

Why?

Because right now, it seems
the best way to protect him
is to get him off the island,

if you can get him off the estate.

Oh, I don't think so.
That would be terribly difficult.

Papa Legba, keeper of the gate,
ruler of the crossroads,

who has dared enter
without your permission?

Blasphemers! Let this serve as
a warning to all who would oppose me!

Dark to light.

Neither day nor night
shall shield thee.

When the dolls with their faces
are found, you will belong to me.

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