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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!

(EXCLAIMING)

(BATS CHIRPING)

(RUMBLING)

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

(RUMBLING)

(GULPING)

(RUMBLING)

HIGGINS: This isn't it.

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

For which | have
already expressed
regret and explained

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

Nevertheless,
your misfortune at
the cave does not alter

the fact that this scroll,

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

is a phony and
therefore worthless.

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

To keep the sun
out of your eyes.

Even without
the Hanole prism

| 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, | don't think so,
Higgins.

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

| beg your pardon?

Oh, tell me, Higgins.

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

Are you suggesting
that | 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!

The ancients did exist!
A highly advanced culture.

Diminutive in stature,
gargantuan in intellect.

And the lost art scroll
may contain solutions
to maladies

that have plagued man
for centuries.

Like practical jokes.
Goodbye, Higgins.

May | 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.

| won't even dignify that
with a response.

Now, will you
or will you not help?

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

No more traps,
no more 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!

(DOOR SLAMMING)

How perceptive of him,
Jonathan. | 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, | see.

That isn't the scroll
you seek.

| 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 | leave.

| should hate to have to
execute those two charming

and drugged Dobermans
of yours.

Till the next time.

And the ultimate prize.

(PHONE RINGING)

Robin's nest.

Miss Northrup. Please,
| must see you tonight.

I'm prepared to pay
whatever you ask.

(DISCO MUSIC PLAYING)

MC: ...all night long.

That lady in the blue gown
is taking everybody on.

Four men left,
only four men left.

And she's been dancing
with them all night 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.

MC: She's slowing down.

Oh, no, no.

This guy looks like
he might have taken her.

Hold on.

That hot ball of fire
keeps on going.
Watch out, guys.

Oh, another one
bites the dust.

Will it be the
lovely lady in blue?

MAGNUM:
| know what you're thinking,
and this time you're wrong.

This wasn't a dream or
some kind of bizarre
fantasy of mine.

No. It had all the earmarks
of the kind of practical jokes

played by the infamous double
agent Peter Riddley-Smythe.

According to countless stories
Higgins had told me
over the years,

Peter Riddley-Smythe
was an agent, or actually
a double agent,

who was known for
concocting elaborate scenes

out of his favorite movies
as part of every assignment.

It was kind of like
his calling card.

Of course, | had never
believed that there
actually was such a man.

| mean,
the whole thing sounded like

a figment of Higgins’
rather active imagination.

But, one way or the other,
there was obviously
something wrong with Higgins

and | had to make sure that
he wasn't in any real danger.

(PEOPLE CHEERING)

MC: That's it, he's had it.

The lovely lady in blue.

Let's have a big
hand for her. Yeah!

(PEOPLE CHEERING)

Thanks for the ride.
Sure.

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

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

Well, that remains
to be seen.

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

What's your name?

Miss Northrup?

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

You said you would
meet me out front.

Well, | got bored.

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

| 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?

MALCOLM:
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 | have it,
I'm accepting bids.

MALCOLM: Oh, ours will
be the highest,
| 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.

(GUN COCKING)
No, see.

(YELLS)

(GROWLING)

(YELLING)

Hi, Connie.
Hello.

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

Something with a long neck.

(GLASS SHATTERING)

I've been planning
to call you, honest.

Thanks.

(GROANS)

(BOTH YELLING)

(CRASHING)

(GUN FIRES)

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

(MOANING)

(CRASHING)

| 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.

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

Thanks, officers.
Good night.

All right, Higgins.
What's going on?

| don't have time
for lengthy explanations.

We must find the lost art
by any means possible,

and that's all
| can tell you.

Kenny.
What are you doing?

I'm calling
the police back.

No! You mustn't
involve the police.

Kenny!
All right!

| 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.

| 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 joking matter,
Magnum.

We must find Miss Northrup
before they do.

Kenny!
All right,

| 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.

| just 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.

HIGGINS:
How do you
know Miss Northrup?

MAGNUM:
It's a long story.

HIGGINS: You were engaged?

MAGNUM: 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.

T.C.: Hi.
Ah!

HIGGINS: 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.

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

How did you know to
come to this address?

T.C.: It was pretty
simple, really.

| saved this old article
that Connie Northrup

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

You subscribe
to archeology magazines?

Yeah, well, a couple.

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

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

Indeed.

T.C.: How did you get here?

Well, apparently Magnum
and Miss Northrup...

Are old friends.
That's all.

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

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

|! am not in it
for the money, T.M.

| am trying to
help to find
the lost art

for purely humanitarian
and historical reasons.

Wait a minute.
What did you say?

| 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.

MALCOLM:
An excellent suggestion.

Do hand it over.

In fact,
I'll take it now.

| 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 Sierra 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?

| 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.

HIGGINS: Oh, my God.

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

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

| mean,
if it weren't for me
showing up when | 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 | figured
that Malcolm lost
two of his top shooters

and he'd need
some local talent.

So | 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.

| am not worried
about Riddley-Smythe
or Malcolm,

I'm worried about Connie!

Wait a minute.
Who's Connie?

| think | 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.
King Solomon's Mines,

(PHONE BUZZING)
the Stewart Granger version,
not the Richard Chamberlain.

RICK: Wait a minute.
Who's Connie Northrup?

Yes?
CONNIE:
It's Connie Northrup.

I'm at your gate.

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

Yeah, give the man
a little privacy.

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

| had to convince them
that | 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.

| had to make
certain romantic promises.

Connie.

Well, what did you
expect me to do?

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

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

Remember what happened the
last time | counted on you?

| came home to a note!

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

That's not
what | said.

What | said was,

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

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

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

For seven years?

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

but | didn't
see your Car.

| just guess
| didn't know what to say,

except that
| made a mistake.

And I'm sorry.

Do you mean that?

Yes. Yes, | do.

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

Oh, Connie.

| know.

| know, as usual
our timing is awful.

| mean,
how can we get reacquainted

when people are
trying to kill me?

Thomas, this is
all my fault.

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

It was just
another pretty legend

until | started publishing
those articles about it.

Now everybody wants it,
and nobody should have it.

Why?

With the prism,
| 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.

| want to.

The map! The map!

The map!

(HIGGINS GROANS)

Stay here.

Higgins.

Thomas!

No need to worry
about him, my dear.

Higgins.

You all right?

Rick's calling
an ambulance.

(BOAT ENGINE RUMBLING)

Where's the map?

Connie!

Connie...

No sign
of survivors?

No sign
of anything.

| checked
the whole area.

That means that Connie,
Miss Northrup, is dead.

| knew it!
This is great.

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

Now how am |
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, | saw the boat,
all right.

And | 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 Hippocrates.

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!

T.C.: This is the craziest
long shot you've ever played.

This terrain doesn't even
remotely resemble the terrain

in Nyoka and the Lost Secrets
of Hippocrates.

Use your imagination, Higgins.
There are some similarities.

T.C.

HIGGINS: The camp.

You were right.

Here, you may need this.

I've got the whip.

(GUN COCKING)

RIDDLEY-SMYTHE: I've waited
a long time for this.

(MUFFLED SCREAMING)

You little minx!

(MUFFLED SPEECH)

Riddley-Smythe?

Magnum?

(MUFFLED SPEECH)

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

| thought | 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,
| think | could.

(ALARM BLARING)

T.C.!
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 | liberated the prism.

Where's Rick?

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

(GROANING)

The truck.
Get in.

Can | hold that
for you?

Get in!

Hey!

(GUN FIRES)

It worked before.

Get the machine gun.

(ENGINE STARTING)

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

They'll never stop
coming after the lost art.

| guess you haven't
changed after all.

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

(GUNS FIRING)

MAN:
They're escaping!

RICK:
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.

(GROANS)

| must've thought
of the wrong movie.

HIGGINS:
Good God, man.
They'll obliterate us!

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

Hang on, man.

(ALL SCREAMING)

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

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

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

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

This is the cave | sent
you to in the first place.
| 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.

| just 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 | was
inside the cave.

Raiders of Ghost City?

No, that's
too western.

Besides, there are
no trains in Hawaii.

HIGGINS: Oh, my God.

(RUMBLING)

Oh, my God.

CONNIE: Oh, my God.

That's it.
We've found it!

The ark...

Art.

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

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

According to
the legend.
Come on!

Connie!

CONNIE: I'm counting
on you, Thomas!

(THUDDING)

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.

| wouldn't have gone
down into that pit,

considering what's
down there.

(HISSING)

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

Well, | suppose
this is adieu.

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

(LAUGHING TRIUMPHANTLY)

CONNIE: Thomas.

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

(HISSING)
Take off your skirt.

This is hardly
the time or the place.

| need some cloth
for a torch.

| 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 | still want
to find out what
that sound is.

(HISSING)

Snakes.

(CONNIE SCREAMING)

Connie, please,
you're not helping.

Well, neither are you!
Just do something!

Take off
your clothes.

Thomas, | 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
| saw the movie.

Which movie?
That's not important
right now.

RICK: The Perils of Pauline?

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 | 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!

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

Help's on the way!

MAGNUM: 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!

| don't Know why
| 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.

| am pushing.

(GROANING)

| don't Know how
to tell you this,
Connie.

But | think
we're going to die.

| just wanted you
to know that

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

(RUMBLING)
and just because | never
called doesn't mean...

Let's get
out of here.

MALCOLM:
Verify the lost ark.

Art.

And I'll see you
in Hades, first.

RIDDLEY-SMYTHE:
You already
have the scroll.

Why don't we
just terminate
him and leave?

| have to be sure
that the scroll
is authentic.

Do you know
what my comrades...

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

Verify it.

Verify it.

Never!

MAGNUM: Oh, go ahead, Higgins.

Verify it.

Magnum.

It won't do you
any good, anyway.

Kill him!

If they shoot me,
| shoot you.

(HELICOPTER APPROACHING)

(SHOUTING)

Hold it!

Hey, you! Come back
with that scroll!

I'll take that.

Never.

It's mine!

Thomas!

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

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

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

And | meant to.
| 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...

(GUN CLICKING)

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

| have a canoe. Adieu!

(SCREAMING)

(EXPLOSION)

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, | am very sorry,
but | have to leave.

Connie! Wait a minute.

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

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

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

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

It's not what | said.

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

Do you mean that?

Yes, | do.

Aww.

Connie.

(EXCLAIMS)

Magnum,
| 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.
| have a plan.

HIGGINS: Magnum?

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Magnum?

Magnum!

Open this door
immediately!

(KNOCKING CONTINUES)

Magnum!

Magnum!