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The Three Investigators. We investigate anything.

Leave a message after the beep.

Hello, my unicorn is missing, could you find it?

My cat is missing. He's a real fraidy cat.

I'm really worried.

My parakeet escaped.

Help, there's a scarecrow running amok.

Justus!

The Three Investigators and the Carpathian Dog

Guys.

Did you get it?

The whole thing. It'll be a hit!

You guys are such morons!

Skinny?

If stupidity hurt, you guys would be in permanent agony.

Don't you have anything better to do

than get on our nerves all the time?

Hey.

Poor baby.

See you at the next case,

Investigators!

Yo, people, it's Skinny. I made a cool video.

Baby Fatso and his two crybabies pee their pants.

Check it out! Scarecrow.

And if I lose my cat, I'll let you know.

That damned...

We'll get him back for this. Then we'll see how brave he is.

Skinny Norris, or rather...

a scared nincompoop!

Well, right now we're the scared nincompoops.

Aren't we done with this child detective nonsense?

Of course. We certainly are.

- We have to get back at Skinny. - The problem isn't just Skinny.

The question marks symbolize the unknown:

unanswered questions and unsolved mysteries.

Not missing stuffed animals or runaway cats.

Hey.

But it also says,

"We investigate anything."

Justus!

Maybe that's the problem.

The phone hasn't stopped ringing since Romania.

You can keep searching for stuffed animals

and having pictures drawn of you.

But that has nothing to do with real detective work!

Justus Jonas!

Where have you been all this time?

Do you have any idea how busy it was?

I didn't even have time to breathe.

You had enough breath to call for me.

What did you say?

I was occupied elsewhere.

But now I'm entirely at your disposal.

You'll help your uncle

pick up an old chandelier in West Hollywood tomorrow.

Apparently, it got quite sooty during a fire...

You want me to prepare it for sale. Got it.

It's an extremely rare piece made of exquisite crystal.

From the roaring '20s.

Typical old Hollywood.

It was once the property of the famous Swedish...

A very good evening to you, ma'am.

Forgive the late disturbance.

And good evening to you. But I'm afraid we are closed.

I am looking for a Mr. Jonas.

Yes, so am I, constantly.

He must be around here somewhere.

Titus!

Sorry, my mistake. I meant Justus Jonas.

My beloved Edward...

God bless him, he recently passed away unexpectedly.

We're very sorry to hear that.

He was a talented artist, and he was obsessed

on his masterpiece, right up to his death:

the Carpathian Dog in crystal.

In a week, we'll hold an exhibition

in Los Angeles in Edward's honor.

The Carpathian Dog will be presented

to the public for the first time.

Naturally, you are all cordially invited.

Thank you very much. But what is the case?

Since Edward's death...

there's a terrible howling at night.

Flickering lights.

The earth shakes.

Objects move around my apartment as if there were ghosts.

And the howling sounds like a dog?

Not just any dog.

The Carpathian Dog?

Yes.

The police don't believe me.

Then I came across an article about you in the LA Post.

About your success in Transylvania.

Which is surrounded by the Carpathian Mountains.

So Edward took inspiration from

the legend of the Carpathian Dog?

He became obsessed with the terrible myth

of that demonic four-legged creature.

And now I've become cursed.

I fear the Carpathian Dog will come for me, like in the legend.

I read about it in Luciana's book.

Legend has it a rich merchant led an extravagant life.

He amassed wealth on the backs of the villagers.

When winter came, he left them to their fate.

- They were starving. - An uprising ensued.

The merchant escaped,

but the villagers placed a curse on him, transforming him...

...into a huge, half-starved dog,

which has been roaming around ever since.

You know, Mr. Prentice...

We'd like to help, but we have

a lot of jobs lined up right now.

We hardly have any time left for ourselves or school.

Yeah, and besides...

We investigate anything.

Unsolved mysteries are our specialty.

Right, Number Two?

Supernatural occurrences

generally have a rational explanation.

Does anyone have access to your apartment?

Friends? Family? Neighbors?

Mrs. Boogle, the caretaker, has a key, the horrible woman.

But since she sticks her nose into other's affairs,

and I have important artworks, I had a security door installed.

Okay. Then someone must have a second key.

Not without my thumb.

That's the key.

Gentlemen, please. You must believe me.

I'm really not imagining things.

We'll be in town tomorrow anyway.

We can look at everything in person.

Okay. See you tomorrow, gentlemen.

Don't tell your aunt I dropped you here.

If you keep quiet, she won't find out.

If I say nothing at all, she'll definitely find out.

You know her.

You'll keep your word?

The chandelier will look like new.

Glad to hear it. You don't want me to pick you up later?

Thanks, but we'll take the bus.

It's time you got yourselves some wheels.

You're old enough.

- Thanks. - Bye.

Here.

Welcome to Mulholland view. Please, come in.

This way.

Yes.

As I mentioned, my artworks are extremely valuable.

I've collected them from all over the world.

An interesting selection.

That's...

A gift from Charles,

Edward's older brother and my neighbor.

Please, feel free to look around.

He's an artist too?

Let's say he tinkers with things and likes art.

He lives across the way.

But the Black Dachshund isn't by Charles.

It was Edward's first important work of art.

After Edward's death, Charles gave it to me.

Someone was into dogs.

Charles was also the one who introduced me to Ed.

Our love of art led to an immediate connection.

Who knew we'd fall in love with each other?

You must miss him very much.

Which makes the exhibition all the more important to me.

His masterpiece will make him immortal.

Speaking of immortal...

Could we see the Carpathian Dog?

Of course. It's just around the corner,

in Edward's studio at Loucan Court.

I had it in my apartment at first.

But then the apparitions began.

So I moved it to the studio,

in the hope that the haunting would stop.

But it didn't.

No.

What's your daily routine, Mr. Prentice?

very regular, as you can see.

Down to the second. Time is money.

Especially in the art world, where value increases with time.

Shall we, gentlemen?

It's him!

It's him!

No!

I told you. Do you believe me now?

No normal dog sounds like that.

A normal one doesn't.

But a demonic one might.

This is it.

Okay.

Welcome to Edward's studio.

The Carpathian Dog is in the workshop,

in the basement.

The Carpathian Dog is gone!

Quick, Bob, upstairs.

Stop!

Hey.

Are you okay, miss?

Stop!

I can't see!

Miss... Miss... Is everything all right, miss?

Mrs. Evelyn Boogle! Is there no decency anymore?

Mrs. Boogle, here are your glasses.

Did you see who bumped into you?

I am fine. Thanks for asking.

I was brutally knocked over

and you simply left me lying here.

Who are you, anyway?

And what are you doing in Mulholland view?

What's this noise about? It's after 7:00 p.m.

Mr. Prentice.

Yes.

We searched all the apartments. No trace of the artwork.

We're checking the residents' alibis now.

And the person really came through here?

We caught the perpetrator red-handed,

fleeing the studio with the loot and...

I followed him here, but then he just vanished into thin air.

- He? - Or she.

He or she must still be very close.

A thief? Among us?

You go to the supermarket once, and something like this happens!

Outrageous.

I...

I was attacked by that criminal!

- Attacked? - And shoved over.

My groceries went everywhere.

I'd like to file a complaint against persons unknown!

- Because of the groceries? - Yes.

The Carpathian Dog was stolen!

Spare us your fake melodrama

and let the gentlemen do their job.

And now you have the nerve...

We couldn't see the perpetrator, but...

We? And you are?

"The Three Investigators."

"Three question marks."

"We investigate anything. First Detective, Justus Jonas..."

"Second Detective, Peter Shaw."

"Records and Research, Bob Andrews."

Mr. Prentice contacted us about...

Supernatural activity?

Mr. Prentice, don't you find it a bit much,

contacting these boys because of flickering lights?

We talked about this.

No. Not that.

- You don't believe me! - That your place is haunted?

- Yes. Yeah. I... No. - Hey, just calm down. Calm down.

Charles, I'm calm.

Detective Cotta is only trying to help.

Maybe we should all take a deep breath.

It's been a long day.

I'm sure you're very talented.

But art theft is a matter for the police.

We'll take over from here.

Detective Rivera will be in touch with any questions.

With me.

Contact me. I'm responsible for keeping order here.

These three boys don't even live here.

Art theft. Sound familiar?

Two days ago, a French art thief stole a painting in San Diego.

And now this?

You'll hear from us...

if there's any news.

Until then, leave well enough alone.

The police searched the apartments

and didn't find anything.

The person can't just have vanished into thin air.

I almost had them.

But at the pool they were gone.

And then somebody knocked over Mrs. Boogle.

That wasn't the same person I'd been following.

Maybe the haunting was a distraction

to get to the Carpathian Dog?

We mustn't forget that the hauntings

were taking place before the robbery.

Did you notice that all the residents knew

what the Carpathian Dog was?

The Carpathian Dog was stolen!

Spare us your fake melodrama

and let the gentlemen do their job.

You think it was one of the residents?

You're certain it wasn't the same person?

Yeah, 100%.

They suddenly changed the way they ran.

And the bag was different too.

Guys, we got ourselves a case!

There must be a rational explanation for the apparition.

Without a masterpiece, no master show.

Edward would never forgive me.

All indications suggest

that the perpetrator entered but never left the complex.

So it wasn't the thief who knocked Mrs. Boogle over?

We believe there were two separate individuals.

Do you have any enemies there?

Enemies? No, no.

I'm well-liked by my neighbors, in contrast to Mrs. Boogle,

the old vulture.

It would help if we could go through the names

of the residents with you.

Okay. Of course. Well, there's...

Would you like anything else?

No thanks, Gwen. I know we're terrible customers.

Sitting here for hours, chewing on cold fries.

I'm really sorry.

No problem, Mr. Prentice. Who are your friends?

This is Justus, Peter, and Bob.

They're... well...

We are assisting Mr. Prentice with an important matter.

You're, like, super-secret agents?

- Something like that. - Cool.

If you need anything, let me know.

Everything okay?

The waitress lives in your apartment complex.

Gwen Chalmers, an aspiring actress.

A cheeseburger to go, please.

She waits tables for money.

An enchanting person.

Well, who do we have here?

If it isn't wide-format Sherlock Holmes

and his two faithful sniffer dogs,

Peter "Bedwetter" Shaw

and Mr. Boring, Bob Andrews!

Who's the wrinkle-face?

Wait, let me guess.

You're helping him find the fountain of youth,

and wound up in the City of Angels.

Or... you finally found a genuine scarecrow?

- Hey, hey. - Not bad, Number Zero.

What are you doing here, Skinny?

It's what you call aggressive expansion, McSherlock.

Rocky Beach is too small for Skinny Norris.

More like aggressive stupidity.

What was that?

Too bad.

I'm afraid I have to go.

See you around, losers.

The burger is for the fat one.

I can't wait to take revenge on Skinny.

Only a matter of time, Number Two.

So, where were we?

Yes, right. You've already met Gwen.

Cedric Elmquist lives next to her.

He calls himself Sonny.

A strange fellow.

He has the smallest apartment.

A good-for-nothing who lives one day at a time.

He works the night shift

at the supermarket on Vermont Avenue.

He can't earn much as a cashier.

Then we have Charles, Edward's brother,

who lives in the opposite wing

and earns his living as an inventor.

Of course, you already met him.

John Murphy lives in the corner apartment.

He's a very busy stockbroker.

He always comes home late in the evening.

He had a long business dinner yesterday,

so according to Detective Cotta,

he's the only resident with a real alibi.

An alibi should always be checked.

And then there's the "snake woman," Ms. Hassell.

Snake woman?

A contortionist!

Yes. She earns a living with acrobatic shows on the beach.

And last but not least,

the grande dame of the residential complex

and born busybody, Mrs. Evelyn Boogle.

She's a walking tabloid,

interfering in other people's affairs.

Nothing escapes the eagle eyes of that gossip!

She even searches through our garbage.

So, one of my neighbors?

Probably, yes.

You said things in your apartment

had been moved around?

Yes, as if by ghosts.

"Pick up Carpathian Dog from workshop."

Perhaps the ghost also noticed this.

Let's see how smart it really is!

This is a fluorescent paste that lights up under UV rays.

In normal light it's invisible. So we can track your phantom.

Of course, it only works if it really is a human.

Which, of course, is what we assume.

- And now? - We have to wait.

Please be careful not to touch anything now.

And you'll have to leave

the apartment for a few hours tomorrow.

Of course. I have to go to the gallery anyway.

Light is the path to salvation.

You must be Sonny Elmquist.

Don't you work at the Vermont Avenue supermarket?

At night.

On the night shift you earn more,

and fewer people annoy you.

It's better for studying.

You're studying?

If it were up to my father,

I'd have studied dentistry like him.

Thanks, but no thanks. Not for Sonny.

For what?

It's all just an illusion.

- An illusion? - Exactly.

The whole world.

We are all like a herd

of sleeping animals having a bad dream.

But I'll wake up soon!

And what exactly are you studying then?

The way to the final stage of consciousness.

I'm saving up to study with a guru in India.

Soon I'll have enough.

For the journey to India?

A traveler is just a tourist on a stopover.

I'll stay as long as it takes to achieve real enlightenment.

That's all I need to live.

Yeah. If you don't need anything more,

you already have everything.

A doubter.

Far from it, my shade-giving friend.

At your age, I was so clueless and naive too.

Material needs and desires... that's where all misery begins.

Take your friend Prentice.

Worries only about his possessions,

but doesn't see their beauty.

Greed makes you blind.

That's why Prentice will be a naked mole-rat in his next life.

Hey, listen! He's a decent old man.

Prentice only cares about his belongings.

Yes, good, make a note.

The first step to knowledge is...

Well?

Listening.

Isn't that so, Mrs. Boogle?

Strange guy. And then there's his trip to India.

"A traveler is just a tourist."

Tourist or not, he needs money.

Which means he has a motive.

Hello, Mr. Niedland.

You're pretty late.

Tell that to the buses in LA.

There are still busses in LA?

You're helpless here without a car.

Fenton is lying down. He was in the gallery all day.

All this isn't easy for him.

He...

misses Ed a lot.

Luckily he has such a good friend.

Must be hard for you too, losing your brother so young.

Every day is a challenge.

But it doesn't help to run from the pain.

Come on, I'll open up for you.

Charles? There you are at last.

Well, gentlemen? Were we successful?

You could say that.

You really didn't touch anything?

No.

Your mailbox too.

Got you.

Children aren't allowed in the swimming pool area

at this time of day without adult accompaniment.

Forgive the late disturbance, Mrs. Boogle.

- I... - Mr. Prentice.

Would you be so kind as to show us your hands?

My hands? What's the idea, you shameless brat?

Anything else? Maybe my feet too?

There we have the ghost!

We should talk.

Mrs. Boogle.

I can't believe you broke into my apartment!

Broke in?

We applied luminous paste to Mr. Prentice's apartment.

- And we caught you. - Caught me?

And you, Mr. Prentice, encourage this behavior.

Stop changing the subject!

How did you get into Fenton's apartment?

I don't know what you mean.

Hey, I've seen this before.

It was in her shopping bag!

I'd barely picked it up and she grabbed it from me.

Cyanoacrylate!

Pretty smart, Mrs. Boogle.

Fingerprints leave greasy residues,

for example, on doors or on bottles.

You said Mrs. Boogle went through your garbage.

- What? - Regularly, yes!

A small amount of superglue is poured

into a bottle cap and placed over the print.

The cyanoacrylate in the glue reacts with the greasy residues

of the fingerprint to form a solid substance.

Exactly. You take a picture and print it on a piece of foil.

Yes. Then you can place that over your own finger.

Smart work, Columbo. But I didn't steal anything.

It's my job to maintain law and order in this place.

And that's what I did.

That's what you call it?

You are a manipulative trespasser, Mrs. Boogle!

Excuse me?

What exactly were you looking for?

If I knew that, I wouldn't have to look.

But it's obvious the fine Mr. Prentice

has something to hide.

Why else would he have installed a security door?

There's valuable artwork in my apartment, Mrs. Boogle.

Art? You might be able to trick them, but you can't fool me.

And all this fuss about a silly dog made of glass.

- Crystal! - Yes, crystal.

You wouldn't recognize a masterpiece

if it jumped out at you.

If it's such a masterpiece,

why did you leave it sitting around in the studio for days?

Pretty careless for such an expert.

How did you know the Carpathian Dog was in the studio?

It wouldn't have anything to do with this, would it?

Yes, am I supposed to look away when it's sitting there?

I didn't do anything wrong. I was just keeping order.

You were snooping everywhere!

And you stole the Carpathian Dog!

I didn't steal anything.

I just kept things safe.

Why are you making such a fuss, Mr. Prentice?

One work of art more or less, my God.

Surely you inherited enough from your...

beloved colleague.

In fact, everything, if I'm not mistaken.

There's no trusting that old vulture.

It sounded as though she believed what she was saying.

But maybe she's just a good actress.

Her pathological curiosity led her

to find out where the Carpathian Dog was.

And any resident could have found out from her.

Thank you for your support, Charles.

I don't know what I would do without you.

You're an inventor, right?

That's why you knew

how Mrs. Boogle made the fingerprint.

Apparently I'm not the only one who watches YouTube tutorials.

Charles is extremely creative. His ingenuity knows no bounds.

It must run in the family.

Although not every form of creativity

is valued to the same extent.

I...

I should be going.

I have to open the shop tomorrow morning.

- Bye. - Bye.

Well, let's hope that monster really was acting

and the haunting is finally over now.

Yes.

Let's hope.

Hello, Mr. Murphy.

Hello.

- Mr. Prentice! - Let's go.

- Mr. Prentice, open up! - No!

- Mr. Prentice! - No!

- Mr. Prentice, open up. - Guys.

No!

No!

Get up. Come on.

- Get up. - It won't stop. It won't stop.

It'll be over soon, Mr. Prentice.

Just take deep breaths. Deep breaths.

That certainly wasn't Boogle.

Aunt Mathilda.

I didn't know you were up.

Sometimes you're not as smart as you pretend to be, Justus.

How was LA?

Nothing out of the ordinary.

And?

And... I'll get it into shape, as promised.

You poor thing. You must be terribly tired.

Such a long day.

Very long.

And you had your hands full.

A person only has so many hands, Aunt Mathilda.

You're just working too much.

You're telling me!

It's not so easy to find the right balance

between work and leisure.

If you'll excuse me...

Time for the sleep of the righteous.

You can help Mr. Prentice

with his scary stories in your spare time,

and conspire against me with your uncle...

But spare time has to be earned.

You know what that means. Your Latin is so good.

One job for me, one for you.

Otherwise, you can write off Taxi Titus in the future.

We should reconstruct the theft as accurately as possible.

It could provide new insights into the crime.

If Detective Cotta should ask,

I don't know a thing.

Come in.

The front door was locked and is secured by an alarm.

To avoid triggering it,

you'd need to get in another way.

Could the perp have come through the back door?

No. Impossible.

It can only be opened from inside.

And the alarm would be triggered

if the front door is still locked.

Which means there's only one way in, through the front door.

That little window?

A little too small for a fully-grown person.

For most of them, at least.

But not for everyone.

Time we found out more about your neighbors, Mr. Prentice.

Hi, Fran.

I just wanted to ask about the audition.

They liked me?

Really?

Incredible!

Okay.

They're looking for a different type.

Somehow they always are.

Yeah. Got it.

That's right, Mr. Murphy.

You had the table from 7 to 9 on Thursday,

but I'm afraid we didn't find a wallet.

Sorry. Is there anything else I can do for you?

No. Thanks for your help.

Excuse me.

What's your problem?

Studying for a role, Ms. Chalmers?

Gwen.

Yes. I'm auditioning to play a lifeguard.

Just got the script.

"A rescue is worth nothing

if it means putting others in danger."

Last summer, I was an intern on the set of Dracula Rises.

Cool.

A bit old-fashioned and cheesy, if you ask me.

And an idiosyncratic leading actor.

You...

You don't happen to know Ms. Hassell?

Because of your super-secret stuff?

Okay.

I ask a question, you answer and vice versa.

Like Silence of the Lambs. That'd be a great part.

The police officer?

Hannibal Lecter.

Okay, so... who are you?

Some sort of detectives? About the dog thing?

The Carpathian Dog. You knew about it?

About the exhibition? Yes.

Not very smart of Mr. Prentice to keep the thing in the studio.

Let me guess. You heard that from Mrs. Boogle?

Nothing escapes that woman.

And, do you have any suspects yet?

We're working on it.

I see.

Of course, it could be anyone.

Has Ms. Hassell lived here long?

The snake lady?

A few weeks.

Hardly ever talks. She's a bit spooky.

Even Boogle avoids her.

Am I a suspect?

It could be anyone.

Hey, Sonny.

He's a dreamer. Thinks he can live on air and love.

Sometimes he seems to live in a world of his own.

He works in the supermarket

and regularly brings groceries for Murphy.

Groceries?

For Mr. Murphy?

It's my turn to ask.

Damn. I forgot I'm meeting my agent.

Sorry.

- Good luck. - Thanks.

Hey. What a life?

There you are. It's about time.

Found out anything?

Yeah. Gwen said that...

Gwen?

I mean Ms. Chalmers...

Gwen.

...told me that Elmquist often does shopping for Mur...

Hey, someone's at Murphy's.

I think that's the person I was chasing!

Get ready.

- I'll get him. - Come on.

Come on, after him.

- Sorry. - Cool costume.

You can get an autograph later.

Not again!

We'll split up!

Okay.

What could that person have wanted from Mr. Murphy?

To break in... no idea.

Unusual to return to the scene of the crime.

Unless... the person lives there.

Need more ice?

Guys, that's it for me. You heard the doctor.

I can't put any weight on my foot

and have to keep it raised for a week.

Nobody needs a fifth wheel.

We have to go back tomorrow.

It seems we've awakened sleeping dogs.

We need more ice. Are you coming?

You can carry a few ice cubes yourself.

Bob's foot is a mess,

and all you can talk about is the case?

It wouldn't kill you to show a little empathy.

You know the word, right?

Sure. Comes from the ancient Greek: empátheia.

Putting yourself in another person's shoes.

Although strictly speaking, it means passion.

And that's exactly

what I'm showing right now to solve our case.

First the cases are too small,

then you don't care about your friend.

Of course I care.

That wasn't an accident, Number Two! Bob was pushed!

And that's exactly why

you should show Bob a bit of your passion!

It's okay, Peter. I can assist you guys from the junkyard.

Why from the junkyard when you can be our mobile HQ?

New wheels for the new situation.

A 2008 model. Rides like a dream. Care for a test drive?

Thanks, Just.

Wait.

There you go. Here.

Nice touch of passion, Number One.

Hey, not bad for second-hand.

Second-hand only means things have accumulated more love.

At least that's what Uncle Titus says.

And you're sure you want to split up again?

Last time it wasn't exactly a success.

We need to look into Hassell and Elmquist.

Hassell only recently moved in here.

A few weeks. Hardly ever talks. She's a bit spooky.

At about the same time,

Mr. Prentice's apparitions began.

And it would be a piece of cake

for an acrobat to get through that window.

And Elmquist looks like the person we followed.

Maybe they're in cahoots?

We just need to explain the apparition.

I'll take care of it!

Hey.

Well then.

- Hold down the fort, Bob. - I will.

"Haunting Phenomenon."

"Ethereal encounters. Spectral Whispers."

"Ruxton University"?

Come in.

- Hello. - Hello.

Do ghosts really exist?

Yes and no.

A good medium can read every gesture, no matter how small,

even the tiniest facial micro-expressions,

which would be invisible to the untrained eye.

- So it's pure... - Suggestion.

If I want to believe in a spirit,

then my brain will rework

unknown forms into something known.

It's a protective mechanism.

I see. And the friend I told you about?

Right.

The dog demon from the Carpathian legend.

Quite a long journey for a ghost.

Your friend had a traumatic experience:

losing the love of his life.

This pain can manifest itself as a ghostly apparition.

Paranormal contact is often an expression of the desire

to say goodbye.

Failure to cope with grief.

A lonely old man who clings to the past.

A broken heart can lead to psychosomatic reactions.

But I was there when the apparition came.

That horrible howling, and shaking like I'd never felt.

I didn't imagine that!

There is always a rational explanation.

So someone knows about his pain and is using it against him.

Good work, Bob.

You had much more luck than I did.

After his yoga session, Sonny sped off in a taxi.

Hey, it's about time we got some wheels.

- He could have gone anywhere. - But he didn't.

On the way to the exit, I passed a sleep lab.

It can't be normal for me to keep waking up

and find I've bought things that I don't even need.

Don't worry, it is a twilight state

in which the sleeper leaves the bed

and often carries out activities.

Look, Doctor.

I don't smoke.

The fact that you don't have any memories

of what you did after waking up

is totally normal for a sleepwalker.

We'll take a closer look next week.

Sonny Elmquist?

What's he doing at a sleep lab?

Apparently he suffers from somnambulism.

Somna-what?

Nocturnal perambulation.

He's a sleepwalker.

Guys.

Hey! The person I followed had a bag just like that!

And the same build!

A code.

You thinking what I'm thinking?

A peek into the realm of the snake lady.

Good that one of us can pick locks.

Overdue notices. Unpaid bills.

Someone really needs money.

What's taking so long?

Suits you.

You should wear them more often, Number One.

No trace of the Carpathian Dog.

Hello, Ms. Hassell excuse the late...

the late interruption, sorry.

I'm Bob, Bob Andrews, Mr. Prentice's friend.

Hey. Hey.

Bob.

Okay.

Hey, hey.

Sonny's bag.

Cat food? That's what I'm risking my ass for?

Come on. Let's go.

No, you.

Go on.

My friend Peter's very flexible too.

So I wanted to ask, because my father is a journalist. He...

He works for the LA Post, the newspaper,

and I'm giving a report at school

so I was in the archive and read...

That was damn close. You really saved our asses.

Yeah, what was in the bag?

No Carpathian Dog.

But now we know why Ms. Hassell

behaves so suspiciously towards everyone.

She has an exotic pet.

And pets are strictly forbidden.

I noticed something too.

But not here.

While you were in Hassell's apartment, I saw this.

As soon as the light goes on, Boogle's there.

She's worse than the security service of a totalitarian state.

And how exactly is that supposed to help us?

There's no trace of the Carpathian Dog.

The exhibition's in three days.

I promised Aunt Mathilda.

They have to soak in that solution for a day,

so the soot comes off.

At least one crystal object that won't vanish without a trace.

Let's see what Mrs. Boogle really knows.

You again?

We come in peace!

We just have a few questions.

You are real troublemakers.

Why should I help you?

And because of the thing with Mr. Prentice,

everyone now avoids me.

You mean the theft of his fingerprint.

Or the trespassing?

Trespassing... outrageous!

And when things suddenly get stolen,

everyone asks how it could have happened.

- All I want is... - "...to maintain law and order."

We know that one.

We understand your concern, Mrs. Boogle.

After all, we live in crazy times.

It's better to keep an eye

on your neighbor too long than not enough.

We just want to help you clear up the misunderstandings.

- Mrs. Chalmers. A package. - I'll be right there.

You have until I reach my car.

You really couldn't see the face

of the person who knocked you over?

No. Unfortunately not.

Now I have to endure all this whining about a glass dog.

As if anyone but him would care about the thing.

You should take a closer look at him!

Mr. Prentice?

Still waters run deep...

and dirty.

He's a fine man.

Fine?

Fine.

If you mean he thinks he's better

than everyone else, you may be right!

You recently mentioned his inheritance.

What did you mean?

Don't you know?

He's the sole heir to Edward Niedland's art.

Just him!

It's a disgrace.

Poor Charles was always so loyal to his brother.

And he got nothing.

Mr. Prentice did something shady there, I bet.

Enough talk. I have to get a move on,

so I'm back quickly.

I mean, you've seen what happens

when I don't keep an eye on things!

Why would Charles give him the Black Dachshund

if he was cheated?

Maybe for exactly that reason!

We need to get her out of there!

Mrs. Boogle.

- Mrs. Boogle! - Mrs. Boogle.

- Yeah, she's alive. - We'll get you out.

Quick! Call the fire department, Bob!

- It won't open. - Damn.

Help!

They're coming.

Stay calm. We'll get you out.

Mrs. Boogle, I'm going to smash the window.

Turn your head away.

I can't see. I can't see.

My glasses. My glasses!

My glasses! I can't see!

They tried to kill me.

- They wanted to kill me. - Watch out.

- But... But I... - You maintain law and order.

You maintain law and order.

You were lucky I hadn't gone to work yet.

- Are you okay? - Mr. Murphy, you're an angel.

I can't see.

So we came around the corner,

here to the car, and she was in the car,

but we couldn't get the door open.

Then Mr. Murphy came

from the apartment and smashed the window.

Then we pulled her out.

Home-made pipe bomb.

Pretty drastic way of getting an old lady out of the way.

- Are you done here? - Yeah.

A pipe bomb?

Guys, that's incredible.

- How is she? - Yeah she...

She's in shock and...

got a few scratches.

Terrible. Who would do such a thing?

Does Mrs. Boogle have enemies?

You've met her!

She has this compulsive behavior.

Her only interest is the people who live here.

Like a spider that can't leave its web.

But that wouldn't make anybody put a bomb in her car.

Any new leads about the Carpathian Dog?

Time is running out. I'm already thinking about canceling.

You are the sole heir to Edward's artworks.

Why did you conceal this information from us?

I didn't think it mattered to the investigation.

Every detail, no matter how small

and unimportant, can help us solve a case.

There's not much to say.

It was Edward's decision.

He believed that his art would be better off with me.

I should take care of his estate.

And Charles had no objections?

No. He was gracious.

I'm a gallery owner and collector,

so I have connections around the world.

It's my profession.

And that'll really work?

Patience, Number Two.

Ninety seconds, guys. Just like last time.

Our ghost appears to have a very precise window of activity.

The haunting can't be connected to the theft,

or it would have stopped long ago.

So there's really only one explanation

for the nocturnal howling...

revenge.

I'm what?

Responsible for the haunting!

Don't talk such nonsense, Fenton!

A Trojan horse. Or in this case, dog.

Extremely shrewd, Mr. Niedland.

The speakers produce low-frequency sounds

that the human ear can't register.

But they make glass objects vibrate.

To make it work, there's a sensor with a timer.

It was triggered as soon as Mr. Prentice

entered the apartment at night.

I presume it would be no problem

for a man with your expertise to make some lights flicker.

"United in mourning."

A nice excuse to smuggle the Trojan horse

into Mr. Prentice's apartment as a gift.

You exploited his pain to drive him crazy.

You were left out of the will so you wanted revenge.

How could you?

I thought we were friends!

- Friends? - Yes.

Friends!

You drove my brother to his death!

How can you say such a thing?

All these years I had to watch you

enrich yourself from my brother's talent.

And then I was left out of the inheritance.

Edward was the love of my life.

We toiled together on his life's work.

Even after his death,

all your efforts are directed towards this stupid exhibition.

Your greed makes you blind.

So I had to make it visible, according to Ed's motto.

To show you your true self.

Charles! Edward died of a heart attack!

I'd never have exploited him! You knew him.

He was obsessed with his work. It was everything to him!

I only wanted to help him...

We should inform the police.

There's no need for that.

Nice bandage.

Yeah. In this heat, it's lovely.

- Broken? - Sprained.

How did your audition go?

Well, I'm meeting the director tomorrow.

Break a leg.

Thank you. But I can do without a red bandage.

A fan.

Chocolate truffles. I just love them.

No thanks.

I'm more of a lemon ice cream guy when it's 95 degrees.

Bob, it's never too hot for chocolate.

And if a woman offers you one, you accept with gratitude.

Okay, I'll take one for later.

Damn, they're good.

Pretty wild about Boogle.

Like in a thriller, with the car bomb.

Yes. She was really lucky.

Crazy.

I'll just swim a few lengths.

For the part?

For the part, for me, so the pool gets used.

Gwen.

Gwen!

Gwen!

Help!

Gwen.

Can anyone hear me?

Gwen.

A lot going on here lately.

And strangely enough, the three of you are here every time.

You really seem to attract trouble.

How is Gwen doing?

She'll pull through. Thanks to you.

You didn't happen to notice anything?

No.

Just the package with the chocolates.

They must have been poisoned.

We found small traces of E 605.

Mother-in-law's poison.

Commonly found in insecticides.

First the caretaker, now the actress.

Seems there's something fishy here.

What do you mean by that?

These are decent people.

Some more than others, of course.

Some more than others?

First, where is the Carpathian Dog?

We're still following up on leads.

About the art thief?

You'll be lucky if it hasn't already

been shipped across the Pacific.

We have another theory.

- We? - Yes, sure.

The speed you're moving, I might as well cancel right now.

What Mr. Prentice means is that

we will support you as best we can.

We'll be in touch.

Unless the place burns down first,

or someone drowns in the pool.

Horrible! Now Gwen too.

But Edward would have loved the drama.

Strange.

Mr. Prentice! Is everything alright?

$250,000.

Guys, this is a ransom note!

- What? - Ransom?

Doesn't sound at all

like the art thief Detective Cotta described.

"Put the money in the silver goody bag."

"Go to the comic convention alone

and place the bag by the red garbage can."

"Don't inform the police

or you won't see the Carpathian Dog again."

I'll pay the ransom. I owe it to Edward.

What's that?

Fire at Mr. Murphy's.

Quick, the door.

- Mr. Murphy. - Mr. Murphy.

Hey.

Mr. Murphy!

Mr. Murphy. Let's go.

Justus, let's go. Hurry!

Why do I have the feeling this was no accident?

You mean...

Three days ago, the perp disappeared without a trace.

Here in the complex, not outside.

Since then something's happened to one resident after another.

But why? The thief got what he wanted.

I think the thief somehow lost contact with his loot.

Mr. Prentice's neighbors aren't just our suspects,

they're the reason the perp can't get to the Carpathian Dog.

Of course! You're right.

Mrs. Boogle doesn't miss anything here,

so she had to be gotten out of the way first.

And Gwen was always lying by the pool.

And Murphy is constantly smoking, even at night.

Wait a minute.

Those are the cigarettes that Elmquist had at the lab.

Elmquist.

I told you guys! The build, the bag...

The Three Investigators.

So soon.

How's Mr. Murphy?

Minor smoke inhalation.

He'll be okay in a few days.

He was lucky.

Falling asleep while smoking...

You reacted well.

We know who the thief is...

It must be one of the residents.

One of the residents?

You said it yourself.

An art thief would immediately sell his goods.

But Mr. Prentice received a ransom note.

And coincidentally, a lot of the residents

have big money problems.

We're in LA. Everyone has money problems here.

Even the rich.

Okay. We'll do it like this. I'll look into the matter,

and in return you stay away from here until we've sorted it out.

But we promised Mr. Prentice we'd help him.

And you have. As emotional support.

You see what's going on. It's way too dangerous.

Something could happen to you too, and I can't allow that.

One of you has already been hurt.

A good detective knows when a trail dies down

and leads nowhere.

It hasn't died down at all.

It leads straight to the perpetrator.

Detective Rivera will take you home.

You... you have to forgive me, but this is my last chance.

I have no choice but to pay the money tomorrow at noon.

Thank you very much for your help.

I hope you understand my decision.

You have one more message.

Your aunt made some of her famous cherry pie.

It's never been so juicy. A dream!

Yeah, and Mr. Miller wants

to pick up the chandelier tomorrow...

I'll leave you alone.

We're in the storeroom, if...

Well, you know. We're always here for you.

Maybe you could talk to him for once.

- What should I say? - I don't know. I...

- He didn't even want pie. - I know. That's why.

Can you please stop it?

- Why, we're talking normally. - And anyway, I'm...

You didn't happen to take the crystals out of the solution?

The crystals for the chandelier?

Maybe they dissolved in the solution?

Impossible.

What do I know?

- Sure you didn't take them out? - Me?

You do so many things at once, it's easy to forget.

Maybe you forgot.

No I didn't. I'd know if I took them out.

That's it! Making the invisible visible!

There they are.

What are you doing here?

We have a plan!

Wait. Wait.

A red garbage can. That must be it.

Welcome to Kamikaze Komic Week!

We have a great program lined up for you.

Hey, we know him.

True. I ran into him.

Strange coincidence.

But first, let's have a big round of applause

for last year's winners:

Stellara Stargirl. A round of applause.

And...

Thunderbeam!

There are plenty of superheroes around,

if our thief does show up,

Bob can finally get an autograph from his hero.

Anti-hero!

A character with a mysterious and multi-faceted aura.

The only mystery is

why grown people dress up as comic characters.

We have a special present for the first 100 superheroes:

a superhero emergency kit!

God. That was a mistake.

The bag! Quick!

Peter, back there! By Stargirl!

Yo. Yo. For you.

Where's the bag?

Hey, what are you doing?

Peter, to your left!

Back there, by Thunder.

By the stage, Peter. Quick!

I've got you.

It's all just an illusion...

Hands up!

Help!

Turn around nice and slow.

What's happening?

You can come out.

You miserable thief! Coward!

May I?

Looks as though you got your fingers dirty,

Mr. Murphy!

- John? - Yeah.

You should be in the hospital,

recovering from smoke inhalation.

Why'd you have to be

so persistent about a stupid artwork?

If only you hadn't gotten in my way.

Everything was going according to plan!

I have to grant you this, it was an almost perfect crime.

Why does a successful broker like you need to do that?

Why, why?

What do you think, Fenton?

Yeah, you don't have to think like that,

when you're born with a silver spoon in your mouth.

When you're handed everything, served on a silver platter.

You don't know what it means to have to work for your money.

Mr. Murphy was suspended for embezzlement.

Good afternoon. I'm calling

about your inquiry regarding John Murphy.

There are currently cases pending against Mr. Murphy

for embezzlement, insider trading, and tax evasion.

Mr. Murphy's license has been revoked.

If I don't repay the money

by next week, they'll put me in prison.

I had no choice.

And you were lucky that nothing escapes our dear Mrs. Boogle.

But since she finds it hard to keep information to herself,

soon everyone in the complex knew about the Carpathian Dog.

He just left it in the studio. That expensive thing!

And Mr. Murphy had a means of escaping his problems.

But he still needed a way to make it happen...

Mr. Elmquist sleepwalks, as we know from Bob.

His condition means he can't remember

what he does in the twilight state.

Hey.

Mr. Murphy must have noticed this condition.

Sonny?

I presume Mr. Murphy started giving our sleepwalking friend

little tasks to perform, as a test.

Recognize these, Sonny?

What the hell?

Hey!

Thanks for yesterday!

Very thoughtful.

And Mr. Elmquist really couldn't remember any of it afterwards.

So Mr. Murphy knew how to get the Dog

without having to be there himself.

An almost perfect robbery.

Sonnystole the Carpathian Dog

while sleepwalking, on Murphy's command.

But then he was startled by our appearance and had to improvise.

Thanks to Peter's quick reaction,

the planned handover couldn't take place.

Sonny switched to autopilot.

He did the most familiar thing, he ran straight home.

But if Elmquist ran off,

and couldn't remember anything,

how did John know where the Carpathian Dog was?

Mr. Murphy needed quick money.

So he worked at Komik Week, dressed as a superhero.

Where he met an old friend of ours.

Let me go!

I didn't do anything wrong!

Skinny?

Wanted to go shopping with the fake money?

I'm the victim here!

I have nothing to do with the whole thing!

I was bringing Murphy some things,

but that yogi started running around here.

Skinny was a witness and knew it was valuable information.

When Skinny heard the police approaching,

he ran off as fast as he could.

He was the one who pushed me down the stairs.

I didn't know about the robbery. I am innocent. Okay?

So much for aggressive expansion, Skinny?

After that, it was easy for Mr. Murphy,

since Skinny told him where the Carpathian Dog was.

If only the residents of Mulholland view

hadn't constantly interfered with him.

After putting Mrs. Boogle and Mrs. Chalmers out of action,

he faked a fire to distract attention from himself.

After that... he was free to act.

So where's the Carpathian Dog?

Making the invisible visible!

Majestic!

Hey.

Help. Help.

- You okay, Bob? - Get me out of here.

Revenge is a dish best served cold...

- Help! - And with a lot of pain.

Hey.

What'll happen to Skinny?

He'll get a few hours of community service.

Didn't you have a...

Just in case.

I get the feeling we're going to run into each other more often.

I just got a new position...

in Rocky Beach.

Congratulations. That's good news, Detective...

Inspector.

See you around, Inspector Cotta.

- Guys. Bye. - Bye.

This exhibition very impressively presents

the great work of Edward Niedland,

which is surely without equal in modern art.

The profits will be donated

to the new Edward Niedland Foundation,

which helps the artistic development

of disadvantaged children.

For sometimes we need help...

to make the invisible...

visible.

Light on the Carpathian Dog.

Justus. Come here, please.

Yeah. Your aunt and I are...

...so proud of you.

Exactly. Because of your great work in the last...

Recently...

- Get to the point, Titus. - Yeah.

Okay. Let's go.

The Three Investigators-Mobile.

Yeah, it needs a bit of work.

So we don't have to taxi you around.

Here, Peter, you have your license.

Man.

I can see us racing along the coast.

Amazing, guys!

Thank you very much.

Thank you.

- Hey, where've you been? - Yeah. I'm here now.

It's not like we're not leaving on a big trip.

I'll just activate the call forwarding.

Justus Jonas of the Three Investigators.

Justus Jonas.

Yes. Who is it?

My name isn't important.

Human lives are at stake.

Solve the riddle.

What riddle?

In the morning it walks on four legs,

at noon on two,

and in the evening on three.

What is it?

Listen, if this is meant to be a joke, then...

No joke!

Someone will lose their life

if you don't solve the riddle of the Sphinx.

Hello?

Hung up.

The riddle of the Sphinx?

It seems our trip will be slightly delayed.

Guys, we have...

Vacation!

We're on vacation.

The adventure continues...

The Three Investigators

THE ISLE OF DEATH