Scooby-Doo Mystery Incorporated (2010) s01e17 Episode Script
Escape from Mystery Manor
Trick or treat! [Gasps.]
Aah! You'll never get this from me, you little brats.
Never! Aah! Uhh! Aah! Aah! [Man muttering.]
It's mine! - Give it to me! - Can't have it! [Indistinct.]
[All grunting and groaning.]
Ha ha ha! [Growls.]
Give me that.
Ahh.
Hey! [Grunts.]
I have it! I have it! [Rumbling.]
Huh? Daddy, mommy, what's going on? [All screaming.]
Scooby-Dooby-Doo! [Insects chirping.]
Angel Dynamite coming at you with the spinners spinning round for all you sinners in this town.
Be right back.
Dig? Ok, kids, lay it on.
And don't hold out on me.
Ok, here are the clues we have so far that we know are linked to the curse of the haunted treasure.
One--the locket we found in the Crystal Cove caves, which has the pictures of Brad Chiles and Judy Reeves from the original Mystery, Inc.
inside.
Two--Professor Pericles.
Also a member of the original Mstery, Inc.
Who escaped from prison and vanished without a trace.
Three--the Darrow family who disappeared, along with their mansion, nearly 75 years ago without a trace.
Which leads us to four-- Mr.
E, a mysterious ally who's been leaving us clues to help solve this mystery, which we still haven't managed to solve.
Mr.
E left this on my doorstep last night.
Weird.
It doesn't have the standard letter "E" stamped on the front.
"Dear diary, man, I dig Ricky.
"Last night I fantasized that he took me in his big strong arms "on a magic carpet ride all the way to the mysterious perfumed gullies of Romancylvania.
" This belonged to Cassidy Williams of the original Mystery, Incorporated.
Try the last entry before they disappeared.
"Dear diary, "in our quest to track down the cursed treasure, we leave tonight to search the site of the old Darrow Mansion.
" That's weird.
The paper said they disappeared from the Crystal Cove caves.
That mansion used to stand where Darrow College is now.
The boiler room is the lowest point in the entire college.
If the mansion is underneath, this will be the best access point.
Start searching, gang.
If we're lucky, we'll find a subtle clue that will help us.
Be patient, though, this could take hours of careful-- I found something.
[Both grunt.]
[Sniffing.]
It looks like a chimney.
Yeah.
And I don't think Santa's been down it for a while.
Heh heh.
I wonder where it leads.
Only one way to find out.
Uhh! Huh! [Thud.]
All clear! Come on down.
Catch me, Fred.
[Thud.]
Ow.
What did you say, Daph? Never mind.
Uh! Like, dude, time to drop out of college.
[Fred grunts.]
It's sealed shut.
Is everyone all right? Like, define "all right.
" Bones! Where are we? If I'm not mistaken, it's the Darrow Mansion.
Welcome back, Mystery Incorporated.
This time you'll never leave.
[Cackles.]
Who are you and how do you know us? I'm surprised you've forgotten, Mr.
Perfect Big Chin Man.
Um, have you two met? Oh, yes.
Yes, I've been waiting a long, long time, and I'm ready for your return.
Mystery Incorporated will not get out of this mansion alive this time.
This time? Now, in honor of your return, I've set some very special traps.
Did you say traps? That's right.
Specially designed for my old visitors, Brad.
You, too, Judy.
Cassidy, Ricky, and of course, the ever cunning Professor Pericles.
Excuse me, demented speaker sir, there's a misunderstanding.
See, we're not-- Enough! You'll never get my treasure! [Cackles.]
And you'll never make it out of here alive.
Like, why does he have to keep saying that? Why does he think I'm a bird? For some reason, this guy believes we're the original Mystery Incorporated.
Fred, what's going on? Sorry, Daph.
I stopped paying attention after he said "traps.
" Hee hee hee.
Like, I got an idea.
Let's get out of here before we step in one.
Aah! Way to go, genius.
Stay calm, gang.
Clearly that crazy adult expects us to panic and run for the door, stepping on a pressure switch that's no doubt under that Persian rug.
However, cool logic tells me that all these traps must have a bypass switch which is located right over there.
A boy with an ax and a hat? Ax.
Hat.
Ax-hat.
Exit.
No doubt behind that painting.
Follow me, gang.
[All gasp.]
Aah! Oh! [Both whimpering.]
Wow.
The Kallibash gambit.
I've only read about that in books.
[Creaking.]
Both: Fred! I've been preparing for a master trapper showdown like this my entire life.
- Aah! - Aah! Whoa! Whoa! [All panting.]
Everyone stay close.
Mmm.
Uh, Daph, not that close.
Uh, sorry.
It's just you get so swarthy when you take control.
Like a trucker with an ascot.
Hee hee hee.
All: Whoa! We made it.
Of course we made it.
No one can touch Freddy Jones! [All screaming.]
[Groaning.]
[Yawns.]
Huh? [Groans.]
Ohh.
Where--where are we? I don't know.
[Cackling.]
[Coughing.]
You think you're clever with traps, do you? Here, Brad and Judy, here is where things get truly diabolical.
Our names aren't Brad and Judy.
You're wasting your time trying to confuse me, Brad and Judy, for this is just a recording of my voice that can't answer you.
Uh, but you did just answer me.
Ok, fine.
Fine, I'm here.
You're quick.
But are you quick enough for my next trap? Please take note, Brad and Judy, that you are in a swimming pool.
You call this a trap, raggedy old voice? You forgot to fill it with water.
Daphne and I can breathe down here for decades.
Plus or minus.
I've arranged this trap around the theme of love, Brad.
Your girlfriend there has always wondered how much you love her.
Now's your chance to prove it.
Your loveseat is free to float.
Her loveseat is chained to the bottom of the pool.
Attached to that float is an egg beater.
Next to the pool is a hammer.
By the door is a screwdriver.
A large rock sits on the pool deck.
If you're clever enough, you can escape this trap, or you could stay faithfully with the girl you love.
Let's just hope that whatever stuff you're made of floats! [Cackling.]
What do you think? I think I've made a terrible mistake, Daph.
This man, this fiend, is a genius.
I mean, I've studied some brilliant trap makers, but this guy tops them all.
The slow-filling pool thing.
And those little clues which seem to make no sense.
Wow! I mean, Fleebermeyer tried something similar in '41, but this guy-- If you can't get us out of this, then, well, move over to me.
At least we'll be together.
Sorry, Daph, but I've got other plans.
What? [Humming.]
You're not gonna leave me, are you? No distractions, Daphne.
Now the hammer.
Of course.
Uhh.
[Grunting.]
[Groaning.]
And I am out of there.
I'm not.
[Grunting.]
I can use this screwdriver to remove the hinges and escape.
Very nice.
What's that rock for? "For weighing you and your sweetheart down together "for all eternity.
Cackle.
Cackle.
Jibber jabber.
Cough cough.
" Oh, well, Fred, at least we'll be together.
It's tragic.
But so romantic.
Sorry, Daph, didn't hear you.
I was busy thinking about my trap-making Nemesis.
No way am I letting this end the way he wants it to.
Fred, what are you doing? Not like this! Oh, heh heh.
Good one, boyfriend.
You OK, Daph? Oh, yes, I'm fine.
I mean, [Coughing.]
just to be on the safe side, shouldn't you give me some CPR? Mmm.
[Groans, coughs.]
I meant mouth-to-mouth CPR.
That would never do any good.
Not with all the water in your lungs blocking the air.
[Sighs.]
Like, where are we? All: Huh?! You're nearly at your moment of doom.
Well, two of you are anyway.
[Cackling.]
Someone in this room is a big, fat, insecure know it all.
But only the truly smartest member of your party can figure out this trap and escape to live.
[Cackles.]
Good luck.
Big, fat, insecure know it all? Who's that? Oh, come on, I wouldn't exactly describe myself as big or fat or insecure, am I? Why aren't you two supportively agreeing with me? - What? - Huh? Oh, sorry.
You're awesome.
Like, besides, you're the only one who can get us out of here.
- Yeah.
- Better.
Good thing I never go without my Swiss Army grooming kit.
I'll just my dainty eyebrow trimmers and Jinkies! Maybe in this instance I'm not the smartest member he's talking about.
But it couldn't be you, could it? Hmm.
Nope, not me.
[Gasps.]
[Gulps.]
Me? You're all we have left, pal.
Follow your intuition, Scooby-Doo.
[Sniffing.]
Just look at him.
There's no way a human physique could wind its way through all those trip wires.
Ta-da! Hee hee! Way to go, Scoob! But how'd you know to go over there? Hee hee.
I smelled food.
Hee hee hee.
Phew.
[Groans.]
It's a clue.
It says that to deactivate the traps in this room, simultaneously apply pressure to the 4 gray floor tiles next to you.
Hmm.
We're free! You did it, pal.
Yay.
Scooby-Dooby-Doo! Of course.
It all makes sense.
As the smartest, I decided to let Scooby get us out of this.
Like, this clue is written for Professor Pericles, not Scooby-Doo.
Ahh! So in the old Mystery, Incorporated, Professor Pericles was the smartest.
He would have been drawn to the seed cake and used his wings and claws to press the tiles.
It all makes sense, guys.
Guys? Hey! Wait for me! Oh, thank goodness you're safe.
We made it passed the traps.
Now let's see if we can find a way out of this place.
[Boiling.]
A radio microphone? This must be where that crazy voice guy is broadcasting.
And look at all these old listening tubes.
I bet he could follow our progress anywhere in the mansion.
Huh? Ew.
Rats.
Like, whoever this guy is, let's not invite him over for dinner.
Heh heh heh.
Don't worry.
The only dinner being served tonight will be you! No one outwits Danny Darrow.
[Cackling.]
[Cackling.]
Aah! That's little Danny Darrow? He's lived down here all these years? You stay out of my room.
Stay away from my treasure.
Why does he keep talking about a treasure? We'll figure it out later.
[Banging and grunting.]
For now, let's just get the heck out of here.
Look.
It's some sort of puzzle piece.
My treasure! My treasure! You found it! Give it back! [Cackles.]
[All screaming.]
Aah! [Grunting.]
Aah! [All panting.]
Aah! Aah! [All screaming.]
Like, we're trapped.
[Whines.]
Not yet, we aren't.
Sorry, Velma, but these blue prints belong in the hands of a professional.
When history writes its final passage and we are but dust, this day will be sung on in the musical of time.
but skilled by gods, facing each other with traps on the field of battle.
The acronym burning in their lungs! Uh, what's with Freddy? Oh, he's just in a zone.
It'll pass.
If not, we'll spray him with a hose.
Now, follow me to victory! Yah! [Grunts.]
[Panting.]
Danny Darrow.
Danny Darrow.
What's that? This is your mother speaking.
Mommy! You came back to me? Ahh! You're not my mommy.
Aah! Ohh! Aah! [Keys clang.]
Way to go, gang.
Ohh.
Who's been served now, huh? I won't deny it, you are a worthy opponent.
Gee, thanks.
You're not bad yourself.
Was that a gage burrow strategy you used back there? You recognized it? You know, I thought at first I'd go with the Orpheus proposition, but I didn't have any milk.
Excuse me.
Sorry to interrupt, but what's the big idea trying to kill us? And what's with this thing? My treasure! I thought you had returned to steal it.
Returned? I think you have us confused with the original Mystery, Inc.
Say, now that you mention it, you don't look anything like I remember you.
Especially that parrot over there.
Thank you.
I've made a terrible, terrible mistake.
What has become of me? I suppose it started that Halloween night.
My family came upon a mysterious artifact, a key to finding the great cursed treasure rumored to lie beneath Crystal Cove.
It corrupted us with greed.
I had just gotten my hands on it when the earth shook and swallowed our entire house.
My loved ones grew old and passed all around me, but I hardly even noticed.
Then, those meddling kids showed up.
They were after my treasure.
I knew it! So I spied on them.
And I booby-trapped the whole house in ways that would prey upon their weaknesses.
Eh, but they left.
So you've been waiting for them to come back all this time? Truth be told, I kind of lost track.
Has it really been that long? How do I look? Haven't let myself go, have I? - Uh, no.
- You look fine.
I love what you've done with your hair.
My whole life has been a waste.
Uhh.
Heh heh heh.
That's one of my earlier models.
[Rumbling.]
What's going on? All those traps going off must have awaken the area's fault line.
Ohh! Quick, grab my hand.
Don't worry about me.
Now's your chance for escape.
- But your treasure.
- Keep it.
And may it bring you more happiness than it ever brought me.
Now, through that crevice before it's too late.
Whoa! After all that, he saved us.
Or did we save him? Yeah.
Like, he did say this wedge was-- Cursed.
Whatever it is, it's our responsibility now.
The question is, are there other pieces out there? And if there are, who else is looking for them?
Aah! You'll never get this from me, you little brats.
Never! Aah! Uhh! Aah! Aah! [Man muttering.]
It's mine! - Give it to me! - Can't have it! [Indistinct.]
[All grunting and groaning.]
Ha ha ha! [Growls.]
Give me that.
Ahh.
Hey! [Grunts.]
I have it! I have it! [Rumbling.]
Huh? Daddy, mommy, what's going on? [All screaming.]
Scooby-Dooby-Doo! [Insects chirping.]
Angel Dynamite coming at you with the spinners spinning round for all you sinners in this town.
Be right back.
Dig? Ok, kids, lay it on.
And don't hold out on me.
Ok, here are the clues we have so far that we know are linked to the curse of the haunted treasure.
One--the locket we found in the Crystal Cove caves, which has the pictures of Brad Chiles and Judy Reeves from the original Mystery, Inc.
inside.
Two--Professor Pericles.
Also a member of the original Mstery, Inc.
Who escaped from prison and vanished without a trace.
Three--the Darrow family who disappeared, along with their mansion, nearly 75 years ago without a trace.
Which leads us to four-- Mr.
E, a mysterious ally who's been leaving us clues to help solve this mystery, which we still haven't managed to solve.
Mr.
E left this on my doorstep last night.
Weird.
It doesn't have the standard letter "E" stamped on the front.
"Dear diary, man, I dig Ricky.
"Last night I fantasized that he took me in his big strong arms "on a magic carpet ride all the way to the mysterious perfumed gullies of Romancylvania.
" This belonged to Cassidy Williams of the original Mystery, Incorporated.
Try the last entry before they disappeared.
"Dear diary, "in our quest to track down the cursed treasure, we leave tonight to search the site of the old Darrow Mansion.
" That's weird.
The paper said they disappeared from the Crystal Cove caves.
That mansion used to stand where Darrow College is now.
The boiler room is the lowest point in the entire college.
If the mansion is underneath, this will be the best access point.
Start searching, gang.
If we're lucky, we'll find a subtle clue that will help us.
Be patient, though, this could take hours of careful-- I found something.
[Both grunt.]
[Sniffing.]
It looks like a chimney.
Yeah.
And I don't think Santa's been down it for a while.
Heh heh.
I wonder where it leads.
Only one way to find out.
Uhh! Huh! [Thud.]
All clear! Come on down.
Catch me, Fred.
[Thud.]
Ow.
What did you say, Daph? Never mind.
Uh! Like, dude, time to drop out of college.
[Fred grunts.]
It's sealed shut.
Is everyone all right? Like, define "all right.
" Bones! Where are we? If I'm not mistaken, it's the Darrow Mansion.
Welcome back, Mystery Incorporated.
This time you'll never leave.
[Cackles.]
Who are you and how do you know us? I'm surprised you've forgotten, Mr.
Perfect Big Chin Man.
Um, have you two met? Oh, yes.
Yes, I've been waiting a long, long time, and I'm ready for your return.
Mystery Incorporated will not get out of this mansion alive this time.
This time? Now, in honor of your return, I've set some very special traps.
Did you say traps? That's right.
Specially designed for my old visitors, Brad.
You, too, Judy.
Cassidy, Ricky, and of course, the ever cunning Professor Pericles.
Excuse me, demented speaker sir, there's a misunderstanding.
See, we're not-- Enough! You'll never get my treasure! [Cackles.]
And you'll never make it out of here alive.
Like, why does he have to keep saying that? Why does he think I'm a bird? For some reason, this guy believes we're the original Mystery Incorporated.
Fred, what's going on? Sorry, Daph.
I stopped paying attention after he said "traps.
" Hee hee hee.
Like, I got an idea.
Let's get out of here before we step in one.
Aah! Way to go, genius.
Stay calm, gang.
Clearly that crazy adult expects us to panic and run for the door, stepping on a pressure switch that's no doubt under that Persian rug.
However, cool logic tells me that all these traps must have a bypass switch which is located right over there.
A boy with an ax and a hat? Ax.
Hat.
Ax-hat.
Exit.
No doubt behind that painting.
Follow me, gang.
[All gasp.]
Aah! Oh! [Both whimpering.]
Wow.
The Kallibash gambit.
I've only read about that in books.
[Creaking.]
Both: Fred! I've been preparing for a master trapper showdown like this my entire life.
- Aah! - Aah! Whoa! Whoa! [All panting.]
Everyone stay close.
Mmm.
Uh, Daph, not that close.
Uh, sorry.
It's just you get so swarthy when you take control.
Like a trucker with an ascot.
Hee hee hee.
All: Whoa! We made it.
Of course we made it.
No one can touch Freddy Jones! [All screaming.]
[Groaning.]
[Yawns.]
Huh? [Groans.]
Ohh.
Where--where are we? I don't know.
[Cackling.]
[Coughing.]
You think you're clever with traps, do you? Here, Brad and Judy, here is where things get truly diabolical.
Our names aren't Brad and Judy.
You're wasting your time trying to confuse me, Brad and Judy, for this is just a recording of my voice that can't answer you.
Uh, but you did just answer me.
Ok, fine.
Fine, I'm here.
You're quick.
But are you quick enough for my next trap? Please take note, Brad and Judy, that you are in a swimming pool.
You call this a trap, raggedy old voice? You forgot to fill it with water.
Daphne and I can breathe down here for decades.
Plus or minus.
I've arranged this trap around the theme of love, Brad.
Your girlfriend there has always wondered how much you love her.
Now's your chance to prove it.
Your loveseat is free to float.
Her loveseat is chained to the bottom of the pool.
Attached to that float is an egg beater.
Next to the pool is a hammer.
By the door is a screwdriver.
A large rock sits on the pool deck.
If you're clever enough, you can escape this trap, or you could stay faithfully with the girl you love.
Let's just hope that whatever stuff you're made of floats! [Cackling.]
What do you think? I think I've made a terrible mistake, Daph.
This man, this fiend, is a genius.
I mean, I've studied some brilliant trap makers, but this guy tops them all.
The slow-filling pool thing.
And those little clues which seem to make no sense.
Wow! I mean, Fleebermeyer tried something similar in '41, but this guy-- If you can't get us out of this, then, well, move over to me.
At least we'll be together.
Sorry, Daph, but I've got other plans.
What? [Humming.]
You're not gonna leave me, are you? No distractions, Daphne.
Now the hammer.
Of course.
Uhh.
[Grunting.]
[Groaning.]
And I am out of there.
I'm not.
[Grunting.]
I can use this screwdriver to remove the hinges and escape.
Very nice.
What's that rock for? "For weighing you and your sweetheart down together "for all eternity.
Cackle.
Cackle.
Jibber jabber.
Cough cough.
" Oh, well, Fred, at least we'll be together.
It's tragic.
But so romantic.
Sorry, Daph, didn't hear you.
I was busy thinking about my trap-making Nemesis.
No way am I letting this end the way he wants it to.
Fred, what are you doing? Not like this! Oh, heh heh.
Good one, boyfriend.
You OK, Daph? Oh, yes, I'm fine.
I mean, [Coughing.]
just to be on the safe side, shouldn't you give me some CPR? Mmm.
[Groans, coughs.]
I meant mouth-to-mouth CPR.
That would never do any good.
Not with all the water in your lungs blocking the air.
[Sighs.]
Like, where are we? All: Huh?! You're nearly at your moment of doom.
Well, two of you are anyway.
[Cackling.]
Someone in this room is a big, fat, insecure know it all.
But only the truly smartest member of your party can figure out this trap and escape to live.
[Cackles.]
Good luck.
Big, fat, insecure know it all? Who's that? Oh, come on, I wouldn't exactly describe myself as big or fat or insecure, am I? Why aren't you two supportively agreeing with me? - What? - Huh? Oh, sorry.
You're awesome.
Like, besides, you're the only one who can get us out of here.
- Yeah.
- Better.
Good thing I never go without my Swiss Army grooming kit.
I'll just my dainty eyebrow trimmers and Jinkies! Maybe in this instance I'm not the smartest member he's talking about.
But it couldn't be you, could it? Hmm.
Nope, not me.
[Gasps.]
[Gulps.]
Me? You're all we have left, pal.
Follow your intuition, Scooby-Doo.
[Sniffing.]
Just look at him.
There's no way a human physique could wind its way through all those trip wires.
Ta-da! Hee hee! Way to go, Scoob! But how'd you know to go over there? Hee hee.
I smelled food.
Hee hee hee.
Phew.
[Groans.]
It's a clue.
It says that to deactivate the traps in this room, simultaneously apply pressure to the 4 gray floor tiles next to you.
Hmm.
We're free! You did it, pal.
Yay.
Scooby-Dooby-Doo! Of course.
It all makes sense.
As the smartest, I decided to let Scooby get us out of this.
Like, this clue is written for Professor Pericles, not Scooby-Doo.
Ahh! So in the old Mystery, Incorporated, Professor Pericles was the smartest.
He would have been drawn to the seed cake and used his wings and claws to press the tiles.
It all makes sense, guys.
Guys? Hey! Wait for me! Oh, thank goodness you're safe.
We made it passed the traps.
Now let's see if we can find a way out of this place.
[Boiling.]
A radio microphone? This must be where that crazy voice guy is broadcasting.
And look at all these old listening tubes.
I bet he could follow our progress anywhere in the mansion.
Huh? Ew.
Rats.
Like, whoever this guy is, let's not invite him over for dinner.
Heh heh heh.
Don't worry.
The only dinner being served tonight will be you! No one outwits Danny Darrow.
[Cackling.]
[Cackling.]
Aah! That's little Danny Darrow? He's lived down here all these years? You stay out of my room.
Stay away from my treasure.
Why does he keep talking about a treasure? We'll figure it out later.
[Banging and grunting.]
For now, let's just get the heck out of here.
Look.
It's some sort of puzzle piece.
My treasure! My treasure! You found it! Give it back! [Cackles.]
[All screaming.]
Aah! [Grunting.]
Aah! [All panting.]
Aah! Aah! [All screaming.]
Like, we're trapped.
[Whines.]
Not yet, we aren't.
Sorry, Velma, but these blue prints belong in the hands of a professional.
When history writes its final passage and we are but dust, this day will be sung on in the musical of time.
but skilled by gods, facing each other with traps on the field of battle.
The acronym burning in their lungs! Uh, what's with Freddy? Oh, he's just in a zone.
It'll pass.
If not, we'll spray him with a hose.
Now, follow me to victory! Yah! [Grunts.]
[Panting.]
Danny Darrow.
Danny Darrow.
What's that? This is your mother speaking.
Mommy! You came back to me? Ahh! You're not my mommy.
Aah! Ohh! Aah! [Keys clang.]
Way to go, gang.
Ohh.
Who's been served now, huh? I won't deny it, you are a worthy opponent.
Gee, thanks.
You're not bad yourself.
Was that a gage burrow strategy you used back there? You recognized it? You know, I thought at first I'd go with the Orpheus proposition, but I didn't have any milk.
Excuse me.
Sorry to interrupt, but what's the big idea trying to kill us? And what's with this thing? My treasure! I thought you had returned to steal it.
Returned? I think you have us confused with the original Mystery, Inc.
Say, now that you mention it, you don't look anything like I remember you.
Especially that parrot over there.
Thank you.
I've made a terrible, terrible mistake.
What has become of me? I suppose it started that Halloween night.
My family came upon a mysterious artifact, a key to finding the great cursed treasure rumored to lie beneath Crystal Cove.
It corrupted us with greed.
I had just gotten my hands on it when the earth shook and swallowed our entire house.
My loved ones grew old and passed all around me, but I hardly even noticed.
Then, those meddling kids showed up.
They were after my treasure.
I knew it! So I spied on them.
And I booby-trapped the whole house in ways that would prey upon their weaknesses.
Eh, but they left.
So you've been waiting for them to come back all this time? Truth be told, I kind of lost track.
Has it really been that long? How do I look? Haven't let myself go, have I? - Uh, no.
- You look fine.
I love what you've done with your hair.
My whole life has been a waste.
Uhh.
Heh heh heh.
That's one of my earlier models.
[Rumbling.]
What's going on? All those traps going off must have awaken the area's fault line.
Ohh! Quick, grab my hand.
Don't worry about me.
Now's your chance for escape.
- But your treasure.
- Keep it.
And may it bring you more happiness than it ever brought me.
Now, through that crevice before it's too late.
Whoa! After all that, he saved us.
Or did we save him? Yeah.
Like, he did say this wedge was-- Cursed.
Whatever it is, it's our responsibility now.
The question is, are there other pieces out there? And if there are, who else is looking for them?