All language subtitles for 08.10 Legend Of The Lost Art.eng

The Hanole prism is ours.

The prism's no good
without the map.

The map!

Give it up, Higgins.

The legend is well documented!

We must find the lost art
by any means possible.

Good God, man.
They'll obliterate us!

A burial cave? He actually
sent me into a burial...

This isn't it.

What? It has to be!
I nearly got killed.

For which I have already
expressed regret and explained

that I had no idea the task would
prove to be so treacherous.

Nevertheless, your misfortune
at the cave does not alter.

J the fact that this scroll

while doubtless the same age as
the lost art of the ancients,

is a phony and
therefore worthless.

I don't understand, and why
did I have to wear this hat?

To keep the sun
out of your eyes.

Even without the Hanole prism

I can see that these particular
petroglyphs are meaningless.

Visual gibberish, if you will.

The Hanole prism?
Oh, right, of course.

Well, there's nothing to
do but keep searching.

Here, you'll want to wear this
once you get back on the trail.

Oh, I don't think so, Higgins.

I don't think there's any
trail to go back on.

I beg your pardon?

Oh, tell me, Higgins.

Were any of those traps lethal
or were they all just illusions?

Are you suggesting that I set up some
sort of elaborate practical joke?

Oh, give it up, Higgins!

You went too far
with the Hanole prism!

You had your fun trying
to sell me on that story

about pre-historic
little people geniuses.

The legend is well documented!

And the lost art scroll may
contain solutions to maladies

that have plagued man
for centuries.

Like practical iokes.
Goodbye, Higgins.

May I remind you that Mr. Masters
is paying you quite handsomely

for your assistance
in this venture?

Was paying. And I'll
agree with you,

you paid me handsomely,
Robin. Thanks.

I won't even dignify that
with a response.

Now, will you
or will you not help?

I said no. N-O. No, no!

No more traps, nO MOle
CaVeS, no more lost ark.

Lart... Lost art!

And either the joke is on me, Higgins, or
it's on you. But either way, count me out!

How perceptive of him, Jonathan.
I do believe the joke is on you,

for the moment, anyway.

Oh, incidentally, that jacket
and hat were meant for you,

not for your lackey.

The great Peter Riddley-Smythe
can still elude

even the most foolproof
security system, I see.

That isn't the scroll you seek.

I know that and you know that,

but the people I'm selling
it to probably don't.

Oh, by the way, Jonathan,

please don't call your friend,
Magnum, when I leave.

I should hate to have to
execute those two charming

and drugged Dobermans of yours.

Till the next time.

And the ultimate prize.

Robin's nest.

Miss Northrup. Please,
I must see you tonight.

I'm prepared to pay
whatever you ask.

All n�ght long.

That lady �n the blue gown
�s tak�ng everybody on.

Four men left
only four men' left.

And she's been danc�ng
w�th them all n�ght long.

That girl is dynamite!

You'll know dynamite, all right,

if Mr. Higgins finds out you're
staging another contest.

How's he gonna know? Just relax.

She's slow�ng down.

Oh, no, no.

Th�s guy looks l�ke
he m�ght have taken her.

Hold on.

That hot ball of f�re keeps on go�ng.
Watch out, guys.

Oh, another one b�tes the dust.

W�ll �t be the
lovely lady �n blue?

I know what you're th�nk�ng,
and th�s t�me you're wrong.

Th�s wasn't a dream or some k�nd
of b�zarre fantasy of m�ne.

No. It had all the earmarks
of the k�nd pract�cal jokes

played by the �nfamous double
agent Peter R�ddley-Smythe.

Accord�ng to countless stor�es
H�gg�ns had told me over the years,

Peter R�ddley-Smythe was an agent,
or actually a double agent,

who was known for
concoct�ng elaborate scenes

out of h�s favor�te mov�es
as part of every ass�gnment.

It was k�nd of l�ke
h�s call�ng card.

Of course, I had never bel�eved
that there actually was such a man.

I mean,
the whole th�ng sounded l�ke

a f�gment of H�gg�ns'
rather act�ve �mag�nat�on.

But, one way or the other, there was
obv�ously someth�ng wrong w�th H�gg�ns

and I had to make sure that
he wasn't �n any real danger.

That's �t, he's had �t.

The lovely lady �n blue.

Let's have a b�g
hand for her. Yeah!

Thanks for the ride. Sure.

This one's on the house, sweetheart.
You deserve it.

Oh. Now is that all I get for
winning the dance contest?

Well, that remains to be seen.

My name's Rick Wright.
I run this gin joint.

What's your name?

Miss Northrup?

Higgins! What are you doing here?
I was just closing up now.

You said you would
meet me out front.

Well, I got bored.

And I figured you would have sense
enough to look for me in here.

I thought we agreed to
a quiet, private location.

Do you mind?

Instead, you meet me in here,
wearing a dress like that.

Just get to the point,
will you, Mr. Higgins?

An excellent suggestion.

Let's do get to the point.
The prism?

The club is closed, gentlemen.

We are not thirsty.

Where is it, Miss Northrup?

If I have it,
I'm accepting bids.

Oh, ours will be the
highest, I assure you.

Please, it would be best if we
could have your cooperation.

The Hanole prism,

and your help in employing its
powers to locate the lost ark.

Art. What?

Art.

The lost art of the ancients.
You said "the lost ark."

A common mistake and I'm afraid
you've made another one.

Miss Northrup does
not have the prism.

Wait a minute.
You mean that she's a...

Hey, hey, hey...

Oh.

Thank you. Your beautiful dress.

How clumsy of me.

Let me clean you off.

Ah.

Hi, guys. Hold it right there.

No, see.

Hi, Connie. Hello.

Good to see you again.
Could I have a beer?

Something with a long neck.

I've been planning
to call you, honest.

Thanks.

I really appreciate this,
officers.

I'm sorry for any inconvenience.

So, Rick, you don't want to
press charges then, right?

Oh, no, no. In fact, you can
assure whoever called in

the disturbing-the-peace report
that everything is a-okay.

I could promise you that the club will
definitely be closed for the evening.

Thanks, officers. Good night.

All right, Higgins.
What's going on?

I don't have time
for lengthy explanations.

We must find the lost art
by any means possible,

and that's all I can tell you.

Kenny. What are you doing?

I'm calling the police back.

No! You mustn't
involve the police.

Kenny! All right!

I was sworn to secrecy,
but I'll tell you everything.

The lost art is not
just a whim of Mr. Masters.

International agencies wish to
remain officially uninvolved,

and Robin Masters provides them
with a perfect innocent collector.

How accommodating of you.

I have reason to believe that those
three men who were here tonight

are foreign operatives.

Working for the eccentric
Peter Riddley-Smythe?

Double agent and cinema buff?

This is no toking matter,
Magnum.

We must find Miss Northrup
before they do.

Kenny! All right,

I lied.

She does have the prism. It's the
key to translating the lost art.

And if we don't get to her
before they do...

You mean she could be...

Okay, Higgins. I'll play along
with this little scenario.

Long enough to find out
that Connie's okay.

You know where she is? Maybe.

I iust have to make
one little stop first.

I'm coming with you. If Miss
Northrup should return,

keep her here until we get back.
Yeah, sure.

How do you know Miss Northrup?

It's a long story.

You were engaged?

No. Not exactly.

More like engaged to be engaged.

But that was a long time ago.

And I'd appreciate it if you kept
that information between us.

Well, the place
hasn't changed much.

Extraordinary.

There's a fortune
in rare antiquity here.

But no Connie. I'm going to check
the rest of the house out.

Hi. Ah!

T.C.!

Why didn't you say it was you?

You found the prism?

You didn't give me a chance.
Look at this.

Why are you wearing that weird
hat and jacket? Insurance.

I mean, if there really is a Peter
Riddley-Smythe... Extraordinary.

How did you know to
come to this address?

It was pretty simple, really.

I saved this old article
that Connie Northrup

had written for one of the archeological
magazines that I subscribe to.

You subscribe
to archeology magazines?

Yeah, well, a couple.

Anyway, the article had her school address
in it, so I called posing as a buyer.

And I got her home address.
I guess I got pretty lucky.

Indeed.

How did you get here?

Well, apparently Magnum
and Miss Northrup...

Are old friends. That's all.

Well, I tried calling you at
the club, but no one answered.

Higgins promised you a bundle
of money to find the lost art.

I am not in it
for the money, T.M.

I am trying to help
to find the lost art

for purely humanitarian
and historical reasons.

Wait a minute. What did you say?

I said, I'm not in it
for the money...

No. You said no one answered at the club.
Where's Rick?

He was supposed to
wait for Miss Northrup.

He'd have a long wait.

Connie.

Miss Northrup.
Miss Connie Northrup.

Hand over the prism,
Mr. Higgins.

An excellent suggestion.

Do hand it over.

In fact, I'll take it now.

I would so have enjoyed taking
it from you, as usual, Jonathan.

It isn't over yet,
Riddley-Smythe.

Thank you.

You must be
the lovely Nyoka Gordon.

What are you saying?
My name is Connie Northrup.

What is it this time, Peter?

Maltese falcon?
Treasure of S�erra Madre?

I'm sorry, Jonathan. I'm truly
sorry that you didn't get a chance

to locate the lost ark.

Art.

Well, then.
Shall we go, Miss Northrup?

I am sure you would not wish to witness
the execution of such wonderful friends.

All right, everybody freeze!
That goes for you, too, fat man.

Oh, my God.

I can't believe you let the
Hanole prism slip from our grasp.

Hey, Higgins. You're being a
little ungrateful, aren't you?

I mean, if it weren't for
me showing up when I did,

you'd be waiting in line right now waiting
for your harp and your little wings.

How did you know
where to find us?

Because I figured that Malcolm
lost two of his top shooters

and he'd need some local talent.

So I called Ice Pick,
got some names,

did a little tailing
on my own, and got lucky.

The police haven't been able to
get anything out of the gunmen.

And Connie's
vanished into thin air.

No doubt the tart has run off with
Malcolm to activate the prism.

She's not a tart, Higgins, and you
could've saved us all a lot of grief

by telling us what you were
up to from the beginning.

I've told you before
about Riddley-Smythe.

You never seemed to believe me.

Who's Riddley-Smythe?

Peter Riddley-Smythe,
a spy, a counter spy

and a master thief who specializes
in stealing the exotic.

Who's Malcolm? Malcolm
is an Eastern Bloc agent

who is trying to steal
the prism for the other side.

I am not worried about
Riddley-Smythe or Malcolm,

I'm worried about Connie!

Wait a minute. Who's Connie?

I think I recognize this,
Higgins. North by Northwest.

Wait a minute. Who's Connie?

No, Bad Day at Black Rock.

This isn't the time
to be playing movie trivia.

We've got to figure out
where Miss Northrup is.

That's exactly what I'm trying to do.
K�ng Solomon's M�nes,

the Stewart Granger version,
not the Richard Chamberlain.

Wait a minute.
Who's Connie Northrup?

- Yes?
- It's Conn�e Northrup.

I'm at your gate.

I'm sure Thomas will
tell us what she said.

Yeah, give the man
a little privacy.

I can't believe she got her
hands on the prism and the map.

I had to convince them
that I had to be alone

with the prism and the map or
the incantations wouldn't work.

They bought that?

Well, Malcolm isn't exactly
a rocket scientist.

But Riddley-Smythe.

I had to make
certain romantic promises.

Connie.

Well, what did you
expect me to do?

I couldn't count on
anyone else to rescue me.

I would've rescued you.
You could've counted on me.

Remember what happened the
last time I counted on you?

I came home to a note!

"Dear Connie, I'm very
sorry, but I have to leave."

That's not what I said.

What I said was,

"Dear Connie, I'm very
sorry, but I have to leave."

But, yeah, you're right, I should've
talked to you in person, I know.

Or at least called,
and I've been meaning to.

For seven years?

Yes! I even drove by your
house a couple of times,

but I didn't see your car.

L...

I iust guess
I didn't know what to say,

except that I made a mistake.

And I'm sorry.

Do you mean that?

Yes. Yes, I do.

Are you doing this again so you
can hit me on the head with that?

Oh, Connie.

I know.

I know, as usual
our timing is awful.

I mean,
how can we get reacquainted

when people are
trying to kill me?

Thomas, this is all my fault.

I should never have written those
articles on the lost art of the ancients.

It was iust
another pretty legend

until I started publishing
those articles about it.

Now everybody wants it,
and nobody should have it.

Why?

With the prism, I can translate
the writings on the scroll.

But what if the writings
turn out to be evil?

Look, Connie, if you
really believe that,

it's better that Higgins finds
it, than those other guys.

Trust me.

I want to.

The map! The map!

The map!

Stay here.

Higgins.

Thomas!

No need to worry
about him, my dear.

Higgins.

You all right?

Rick's calling an ambulance.

Where's the map?

Connie!

Connie...

No sign of survivors?

No sign of anything.

I checked the whole area.

That means that Connie,
Miss Northrup, is dead.

I knew it! This is great.

Shock, shock. He's trying
to hide his feelings.

Now how am I supposed
to find the lost art?

What are you, crazy? You're
worried about a stupid scroll

when people are
croaking around us?

But they're not. They're not!

You trying to tell me you
didn't see a boat explode?

Oh, I saw the boat, all right.

And I thought Connie was on it.

That's exactly what Riddley-Smythe
wanted me to think.

But she wasn't. See, she jumped out of the
chariot before it went over the cliff.

What chariot? What cliff?

Oh, don't you remember?

Nyoka and the Lost
Secrets of H�ppocrates.

She went over a cliff
in a chariot

and at the last moment
she bailed out.

Of course, everybody in Miss
Primmark's fourth-grade class

thought she was dead until
the next Saturday when...

it's too hard to explain,

but that's exactly the kind of movie
that Riddley-Smythe would try and copy.

He wants us to think that Connie is
dead, so we'll stop looking for her.

Which we're not going to do.

Exactly!

Th�s �s the craz�est
long shot you've ever played.

Th�s terra�n doesn't even
remotely resemble the terra�n

�n Nyoka and the Lost Secrets
of Hippocrates.

Use your �mag�nat�on, H�gg�ns.
There are some s�m�lar�t�es.

T.C.

The camp.

You were r�ght.

Here, you may need th�s.

I've got the wh�p.

I've waited
a long time for this.

You little minx!

Riddley-Smythe?

Magnum?

You okay? This is going
to hurt a little bit.

I thought I was a goner! How did
you figure out where we were?

Easy. Riddley-Smythe left
one calling card too many.

What?

Well, see, he sets up
these elaborate movie...

Never mind that.
Let's get out of here.

What about the prism?

Will you forget the prism?
Thomas,

can't you see now how
dangerous the lost art is?

If we don't find it ourselves and destroy
it, then someone else will find it

and use it for
who knows what evil plan?

If not Riddley-Smythe,
then someone like him.

Could you live with yourself knowing
that you saved your own neck

but put all of mankind at risk?

Yes, I think I could.

T.C.! We have to
get out of here.

Higgins has got the whole
camp in an uproar.

Magnum, I've got it.

The Hanole prism is ours.

What about the map?

The prism's no good
without the map.

Where's Rick?

There was a slight altercation.

He was covering me
while I liberated the prism.

Where's Rick?

I wouldn't want to be you
when they cut these ropes.

The truck. Get in.

Can I hold that for you?

Get in!

Hey!

It worked before.

Get the machine gun.

Hey! This is what the world
has to look forward to.

They'll never stop
coming after the lost art.

I guess you haven't
changed after all.

You're not the crusader, Thomas
Magnum, I knew seven years ago.

They're escaping!

Get him, T.C.!

Get the bullets.

They're getting a machine gun.

They never had
any of this in Nyoka.

The choice is up to you.

Ow! Sorry.

I must've thought
of the wrong movie.

- Good God, man.
- They'll obliterate us!

Nice going, guys. I'll meet
you at the helicopter.

Hang on, man.

Can you get us back to the
chopper through this mess?

Yes, iust as soon as
we find the lost art.

I knew it! Oh, I knew
you would come through!

I knew you wouldn't
let the whole world down!

This is the cave I sent you to
in the first place. I know.

But this is where you got
the wrong scroll before.

What makes you think
the right one is here?

The movie. You've thought
of the right movie.

What? No.

This doesn't have anything to
do with any movie, Higgins.

I iust got to thinking
maybe the wrong scroll

was just a decoy, protecting
the right scroll.

Besides, Higgins,
if your research led you

to believe this was the right cave,
you're usually not completely wrong.

Thank you.

But how did you figure out
where the new entrance was?

Simple mathematical
calculation based on

the angle of the falling debris
when I was inside the cave.

Ra�ders of Ghost C�ty?

No, that's too western.

Besides, there are
no trains in Hawaii.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

That's it. We've found it!

The ark...

Art.

Don't you mean art,
Higgins? The lost art?

Of course, I do. The
lost art is in the ark.

According to the legend.
Come on!

Connie!

I'm counting on you, Thomas!

This is it, Thomas,
the lost art of the ancients.

The prism will turn the
petroglyphs into English.

Do you hear something?

Here it comes, Mr. Higgins.

Thank you, Miss Northrup.

Thank you both so much for acting
out your part so faithfully.

I wouldn't have gone
down into that pit,

considering what's down there.

But I knew that Jonathan could be counted
on to find somebody gullible enough.

Well, I suppose this is adieu.

By the time you've sorted out
this movie, you'll both be dead.

Thomas.

Before we die, truth. Are you sorry
now that we didn't get married?

Take off your skirt.

This is hardly
the time or the place.

I need some cloth for a torch.

I have to find out what
that hissing sound is.

It can't be snakes. There's
no snakes in Hawaii.

Even Riddley-Smythe
couldn't arrange that.

But I still want to find
out what that sound is.

Snakes.

Connie, please,
you're not helping.

Well, neither are you!
Just do something!

Take off your clothes.

Thomas, I have feelings
for you, too... Connie.

But this is just not the
time or the place... Connie.

Whatever you can do without.
We need more torches.

Why don't you take off
some of your clothes?

Because I saw the movie.

Which movie? That's not
important right now.

The Per�ls of Paul�ne?

That's it. I'm turning back.

No, no. We can't give up.

After Thomas just drove off and left us
with those maniacs with machine guns?

You give me one good reason why I
should go back to try to find him.

The lost art.
We're not rescuing Thomas.

We're rescuing the lost art

for posterity.

T.C., look! The truck!

- Don't worry, Thomas!
- We'll save you.

Help's on the way!

There's gotta be
a way out of here.

There was in the movie,
there's gotta be one here.

Well, you better hurry up and find it.
I'm running out of clothes.

That's it!

I don't know why
I didn't see it before!

No!

Connie, we're out of here.

All we got to do is
push this giant facade,

a block will fall away, and we'll
climb our way out of here.

Well, then, push it,
for heaven's sake.

I am pushing.

I don't know how to
tell you this, Connie.

But I think we're going to die.

I iust wanted you to know that

I've thought a lot about you
over the last seven years

and just because I never
called doesn't mean...

Let's get out of here.

Verify the lost ark.

Art.

And I'll see you
in Hades, first.

You already have the scroll.

Why don't we just
terminate him and leave?

I have to be sure that
the scroll is authentic.

Do you know what my comrades...

Colleagues would do to me if I
brought them the wrong art?

Verify it.

Verify it.

Never!

Oh, go ahead, Higgins.

Verify it.

Magnum.

It won't do you
any good, anyway.

Kill him!

If they shoot me, I shoot you.

Hold it!

Hey, you! Come back
with that scroll!

I'll take that.

Never.

It's mine!

Thomas!

I thought I told you to wait
until I came back for you.

The last time you told me I'll be
right back I had to wait seven years.

I didn't say I'd be right
back, I said I'll call you.

And I meant to. I just
lost track of time.

Right and you drove by the
house a couple of times.

Well, Thomas, it's
just not good enough.

Oh, Connie.

Riddley-Smythe is...

Well, do something! I...

He who fights and runs away,
lives to fight another day.

I have a canoe. Adieu!

Done in by his own
elaborate scheme.

Somebody should have told him.

In the movies the
good guys always win.

Thomas, I'm going to
be late for my plane

and will not miss my worldwide
lecture tour on the lost art.

What are you going to tell people
about the scroll? It's a myth.

And so is the legendary
Peter Riddley-Smythe.

Wait a minute. Wait. This is it.
This is the good part.

This is where Riddley-Smythe
got the idea.

Thomas, I am very sorry,
but I have to leave.

Connie! Wait a minute.

Wait a minute. Connie, I'm sorry. Come
on, I just got a little carried away.

No, I'm sorry I iust
kind of got carried away.

And after seven years is
that all you can say to me,

"Thomas, I'm very sorry,
but I have to leave"?

It's not what I said.

I said, "Thomas I'm very
sorry, but I have to leave."

Do you mean that?

Yes, I do.

Kww.

Connie.

Magnum, I just realized

how we can get back into cave.
Cave?

To get the lost art. Art?

Goodbye, Thomas. Connie.

Here, put these on and come with me.
I have a plan.

Magnum?

Magnum?

Magnum!

Open this door immediately!

Magnum!

Magnum!