Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's obviously a map. All we've got to do is figure it out.
-Yeah? -It was $3 million.
Freeze!
-It's working. -Like falling off a log.
Hell of a house, though. He had a heated pool on the beach.
It's a fact, Jack.
What are you doing? What's the matter with her?
We have no idea what it means. Does it make any sense to you?
We gonna take them to the Mobu, let them explain to her.
You all right? I'll take care of you.
I practiced his signature. Got it down cold. I got extra.
-We came to see the carnival. -Yeah, we don't wanna miss that.
I appreciate it.
Off.
That's why he can only move when the music is playing.
...you'll be out as well.
Good stuff.
I hope so, for your sake.
-That's impossible! -I'm commandeering this ship.
We were kidnapped, taken up to that Mobu chick.
No! It's like Ripley's here.
A powerful conjure...
Look at that son of a bitch.
I'm really sorry, you know? He does that to everybody.
-A what? -Personal entry account.
...and now he can only walk when the music's playing. Sorry.
You got him?
Kidnapping a dead man. Losing a dead man.
Easy. Under there. Slide it under.
-Voodoo? -Yeah. To cast spells and conjure tricks.
Excuse me.
We're home.
Credit card scam. Robbery. Accessory to murder.
No.
Just relax. The guy thinks he's my uncle.
...Internal Investigation Department of the company.
Yeah, I got him.
-Is he gonna be all right? -He's gonna be fine. Don't you worry.
Slow down. We've got plenty of time.
-You? -Just take the blood, Doc.
We lost him.
-We drew the chalk circle on the ground. -Check.
-She suffered a concussion. -So what?
I was here all night. I left for a couple of minutes to go conga dancing.
I'll tell you what.
Downwind!
Good point.
Bail out!
Out.
Didn't you say something about reversing the conjure...
Hang on.
What?
Yes.
What's the big emergency? Why did you call?
$600 a day?
-We got a hill here. -Stop the music! Stop the music!
...hanging over your head.
You are in the power of the Mobu.
What does it mean?
Let me help you up. You poor baby. He won't bother you anymore.
-Who is that? -He's our boss. He's dead, don't worry.
You won't be embarrassed.
-Lovely. -Monte Carlo, ladies.
Good thing it's not winter. The sun would be down by now. You'd be dead.