[The talisman is losing Naveen's blood; Dr. Facilier stands before a wall of living masks]

Friends, I know I am already deeply in debt to ya'll and everything, but it seems our little froggy prince, lost his way. And I'll be interested in ya'll help getting him back. [the masks snarl at him; laughs] I hear ya, now what's in it for ya'll? [pulls out a voodoo doll of Big Daddy La Bouff and a needle] Well, as soon as I dispose of Big Daddy La Bouff, and I'm running this town, I'll have the whole of New Orleans, in the palm of my hand. [whirls his hand around, showing an illusion of New Orleans; chuckles evilly. The illusion shrinks into his hand] And you'll have all the wayward souls your dark little hearts desire. [blows the illusions of screaming souls out of the illusion. The illusory souls waft upward into the masks' noses as they smile maliciously] Ya'll like that, don't you? [dusts his hands] So, we have ourselves a deal? [the large center mask glances at the other smaller masks, who give sinister grins. It then opens its mouth and shadowy ghosts ooze out from it, onto the walls around him; chuckles evilly] Now we're cooking! We gonna find ourselves a frog. Search everywhere! The bayou, the Quarter, bring him to me alive. I need his heart pumpin'! For now... Allez! [slams cane on ground] Toute suite!
[The shadows take off to find Naveen]