[Logan and Barek sit in a car, watching crowds file up and down a residential staircase.]
Lot of foot traffic. What do you think, a bake sale?
Law & Order: Criminal Intent · Season 1
[Logan and Barek sit in a car, watching crowds file up and down a residential staircase.]
Lot of foot traffic. What do you think, a bake sale?
Put the bloodhounds on her.
Barek. What's with you and the voodoo stuff?
I respect it. Same as any religion. They have a supreme God, and spirits that they can negotiate with. It's like my mother praying to the Virgin Mary for a girl, or my father praying to Saint Joseph for a job.
I didn't say I believe in that either.
Yeah, but still, my mother had me, and my father put three kids through school.
But voodoo?
If white people believed in voodoo, it wouldn't have the stigma it has.
You alright, detective?
Hm? Yeah. I got a rash.
You mind if I look?
Go ahead.
[Logan's arm is covered with welts.]
It might be impetigo.
[She checks his forehead.]
You feel feverish. You want, I could examine you.
Yeah, well, maybe when I'm dead.
[Barek watches Logan scratch his arm.]
God....
You seen a doctor yet?
Yeah, those jokers at the HMO. They tossed a coin, heads it was Lyme disease, tails it was shingles.
It started right after we saw Lydia. She warned you.
Ooooh. A spell. Listen. What I don't believe, won't hurt me.
Professor, you sound like you're afraid of her. You lost about 20 pounds since these pictures. Were you sick?
I caught some bug, traveling in India.
Was that around the time that Lydia left? What'd she do to you?
Who knows. Look, they ran tests ... all I know is that I had a rash, I started sleeping 20 hours a day, I couldn't wake up. That's when Lydia left.
[Logan looks up.]
A rash. That's how it started
Yes
Red blotches, maybe a fever.
Yes. Why?
[Barek and Logan exchange glances.]
It's a fluke.
Mike, you need to see a specialist. I know just the person you need to see.
[Cut to next scene, home of voodoo priestess.]
[Mama Louise hands Logan a small vial for treatment.]
That's not ground-up toadstools, is it?
Is calamine lotion.
She has no power of her own. Just tricks. She has to use his belief in her to control him.
So much for voodoo magic.
Is like any other religion, detective. The magic is in the believers' faith.
Pufferfish. Curiouser and curiouser.
I'm sorry, the warrant's good for any non-traditional medicines or supplements.
No, I need them.
Look, just leave him alone. He's an old man.
[Robbie reaches for the bag of herbs Barek is holding.]
Hey! Hey! You making a move on my partner?
I think he did.
[Bewildered] No, No, I just--
[Logan throws him against the counter and cuffs him.]
You definitely need to be arrested, my friend.
[As both suspects are settled in the interrogation room]
So here we are, the sorcerer and her apprentice.
C'mon. Here's a little police magic. Shazam, you're under arrest.
You think the last time was bad, detective? You just wait.
Well. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, you go to jail.
[He waves good-bye to Lydia.]
Faith trumps science. Once again.
Nothing a little calamine lotion can't fix.
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