Oh man, this is bad. Really bad. This is the worst yet.
According to my research notes...
This isn`t the time for your stupid research notes, Bob!
- We`re gonna get crushed! - Not for forty-seven more seconds...
... if my calculations are correct.
That`s great, Jupiter. We`re gonna die in forty-seven seconds.
Thirty-nine, now!
Balderdash! The Three lnvestigators have never lost a case yet...
... and we`re not going to now. Bob, what do we have on elevators?
I researched them during the Case of the Hiccupping Dentist.
There`s usually a fire axe in the shaft. It`s over there!
Hurry, Pete! We`ve got twenty-two seconds left.
Twelve seconds.
I seem to have forgotten to factor in inertial momentum.
Ten...
... nine...
-... eight... - The rope`s coming loose!
... seven...
... six...
- l`ll cut you free! - No, no! Cut the counterweight rope!
-... four... - But that will make the elevator fall faster!
- Exactly! Cut the rope! Now! -... three...
-... two... One! - You`re crazy!
The safety governor senses when the elevator moves too fast...
... and activates the emergency brakes. Simple but elegant design.
Some days l`m not so sure this investigating business was a good idea.
Quick, we got an auction to attend.
Let`s get out of here!
Next we have a lovely oil painting by the English Victorian painter Frederich Leighton.
We`ll start at twenty thousand dollars.
- Twenty. - Twenty.
- Twenty-five. - Twenty-five.
- Thirty. - Thirty. Thank you, Ma`am.
Do I have thirty-five?
- If not, this painting is... - Thirty-five!
Young man, the bid is thirty-five thousand, not thirty-five dollars.
- Thirty-five thousand dollars! - Forty thousand!
Fifty!
- Sixty thousand! - Sixty to Mr. Hansen.
- If there are no other bids... - One hundred thousand dollars!
- I beg your pardon... - Two hundred thousand dollars!
Three hundred, four hundred! It doesn`t matter.
It`s still a bargain. And l`ll prove it.
What are you doing, young man?
No! Oh, no!
Oh!
- You`ve destroyed a masterpiece! - No.
All l`ve done is destroy a worthless forgery.
But the painting underneath....
- Look what they`ve done! - A self-portrait by Rembrandt.
According to the Los Angeles Times...
... it was reported stolen from this gallery six months ago.
But the ingenious truth is that the painting never left this building.
It took a master art forger and master of disguise to pull off this crime:
- Victor Hugenay. - How do you know?
Hugenay has never been able to resist taking credit for his work.
As always, he has hidden his signature on the forgery.
Who are you?
- We are the Three lnvestigators. - Allow me to present our card.
Hey, are you interested in a stuttering parrot?
C`mon!
This meeting of the Three lnvestigators is now convened.
Old business?
The Case of the Missing Rembrandt has been solved and is being put into the archives.
But not with a totally satisfactory conclusion, l`m afraid, since Hugenay is still at large.
Bob, will you write a report for Officer Reynolds?
- Sure. - Now for new business.
You`ll never guess in a million years where we`re going next.
Um... South Africa.
Sometimes you`re just downright spooky, Jupe.
How did you guess that?
Oh, I thought you`d done some super investigator deducing.
Remember the first rule of the investigator - see what`s right in front of you.
- Why are we going to South Africa? - My dad was going to take me on vacation...
... but suddenly he got a big job offer to build an amusement park near Cape Town.
I guess he felt bad about letting me down, so he`s invited all three of us to go visit.
- Cool! What`s the place called? - Skeleton lsland.
Skeleton lsland... Haven`t I heard that name before?
``... discovered by Sir Horatio Wilbur... uninhabited... ancient burial ground...
... reported to be cursed.``
A curse...?
Do you think there might be a possible case for us there?
Oh no. We`ve had three tough cases in a row.
We deserve a break.
Sounds to me like a Code White.
Vacation!
So... it appears we`re off to South Africa.
- Dad! - Pete!
Hey!
- That`s it boys. Enjoy your stay. - Thank you very much.
- Jupiter. - Hey Mr. Crenshaw.
- Bob. Welcome to South Africa. - How are you?
This is Bill, our wild life expert and ranger.
Bill, this is my son Pete...
Crap idea to bring kids to Skeleton lsland.
Unless you want to get rid of `em.
Bill`s sense of humour takes a little getting used to.
- Looks like you packed your entire room. - You know how worried my Mom gets.
She`s convinced l`m going on a jungle safari.
Can you help me put it on?
Thanks.
- How`s the job going, Dad? - Great! We`re going to the island right now.
The original contractor quit a few days ago. Mr Wilbur, the owner needs me there.
First contractor went to the island alone. Damn fool.
Came back a whimpering, drooling bag of jelly.
Scared out of his wits.
He couldn`t even tell us his own name.
Funny, though. He had these huge scratches on his neck.
He was attacked by an animal?
I`ve never seen an animal with claws like those.
And l`ve seen every wild beast there is.
Skeleton lsland vacation, note number one. Unknown claw marks.
Crenshaw, you are late. The park is already behind schedule.
I`m sorry, Miss Wilbur, but I had to pick up my son and his friends...
Tom, see to that Oscar gets taken home.
And make sure the door is locked! If he gets away, this time it`s on your head!
Yes, Miss Wilbur.
Pleased to meet you. I`m Jupiter Jones.
What a cute child.
Farraday, it`s your responsibility to see that they don`t get into any trouble.
I don`t want any accidents or deaths interfering with my project.
Don`t worry, Miss Wilbur, l`ll see to it.
Let`s go, guys.
Here is what I will have you do. This whole area is to be flattened...
... for parking - underground parking.
Over there is the champagne fountain...
And from the food court you`ll be able to see the big dipper.
And here, I think, is the ideal site for the snack bar...
- I have a piece of chalk... - What for?
- lnstead of the toxic spray. - Don`t be so ridiculous!
Sedimentary sequences, primarily sandstone, with strata of shale and quartzite.
How do you know that?
While I was researching the Case of the Sneezing Elephant...
... I happened to come across...
Keep back, boys.
Gamba! What are you doing here?
He`s talking to his ancestors, the way his people have for hundreds of years.
Well, he can`t do that here. I`ve told him to stay off my island!
It`s not your island.
It was discovered by Sir Horatio Wilbur, my great-great-great-grandfather.
He`s buried here. I have more right to this island than you do.
This is where the chiefs of my tribe have always gone to die.
- Their spirits guard this place. - Good. I can use them for my ghost ride.
- You are in danger if you don`t leave now. - Are you threatening Miss Wilbur?
For Heaven`s sake, put that gun down, Farraday.
You might shoot someone.
It`s not me you have to be afraid of.
I am not afraid of anybody.
You cannot build your park here.
I have warned you.
Farraday! I don`t want to see him again.
- Is that clear? - Yes, Miss Wilbur.
Good. Crenshaw! Let`s continue.
Now, moving along down here, we come to the most exciting part - the cave.
- Let`s see where he`s going. -... of course, you do know...
... what`s going to happen there. I did tell you, it`s the roller-coaster.
- So we need the entire cave excavated! - Remember, we`re not on a case.
We`re on vacation...
Where did he go?
Let`s split up.
- Wow, she`s hot. - What are you doing on our island?
Uh... I... We`re...
Very smooth. Watch the pro. Hi, l`m Pete.
Do you know the way to the nearest beach?
- lt`s an island. You can go anywhere. Good point.
What`s your name?
- Chris. - Well, Chris. I`m Pete.
Here`s my business card.
``The Three lnvestigators. We investigate anything.``
- We`ve never lost a case. - What are the three question marks for?
We`re detectives.
The question mark is the universal symbol of the unknown.
We are prepared to solve any puzzle, riddle, mystery, enigma or conundrum...
-... which may be brought to us. - Hence, the question mark is our trademark.
- Does he always talk this much? - This is nothing.
- Once you get him started... - So you are detectives.
Tata!
Not too observant, letting my daughter sneak up on you like this. Let`s go.
You told Miss Wilbur she was in danger. What did you mean?
She doesn`t know what she`s doing. Something happened here.
A long time ago.
- Something that... - Boys!
Jupiter! Pete! Bob!
What are you doing here by yourselves?
You`re not allowed to wander around this island alone!
I`ve got my eye on you.
Miss Wilbur, maybe we should do this another day.
Oh, nonsense.
I refuse to let their silly native superstitions interfere with my park.
Farraday, will you please deal with your guards.
- They`re being simply impossible. - lt`s a holy place. She can`t do that!
- Wait there! - Why are you upsetting the boss?
What`s going on?
The guards are upset that Miss Wilbur painted over the sacred engravings...
-... and they refuse to enter the cave. - OK.
According to legend, a spirit lives in there.
- The Tokolosh. - You go back and fetch the camera.
In the meantime, l`ll select a suitable spot to set things up.
Um... Miss Wilbur, I really think I should come in with you.
Don`t be ridiculous, Farraday. It`s only a cave.
Miss Wilbur has entered the cave.
Hello?
Let`s go, let`s go!
Miss Wilbur?
Miss Wilbur!
Oh...
Jupiter...!
Miss Wilbur!
- Miss Wilbur, what happened? - I saw it.
There!
- The Tokolosh! - Where?
Are you all right?
Look. The scratches.
Hey Chief, do something useful for once, and help us carry her out.
OK.
Oh my God. C`mon Miss Wilbur!
- Let`s get you home. - Thank you.
I think I know who`s behind all this.
Gamba! I got you!
- I warned you there was danger. - You`re going to be arrested, Gamba.
For what?
For assaulting Miss Wilbur!
- No! Let my father go! - Listen to me, Chris.
- He didn`t do anything! - Don`t go back home! It`s too dangerous!
Find Grace! You must find Grace!
You`re detectives! Aren`t you going to do something?
You`re not good for anything!
This seems to be a particularly difficult sort of extraordinary case.
But dad, there is no way Gamba could have gotten in or out of the cave.
Pete, I told you I don`t want you boys to get involved.
Bob, your Mom must never know.
- But it looks like Chris could need our help. - The only reason you`re interested...
... is because there is a pretty girl involved.
Let Farraday and the police handle it. You can go sightseeing.
I`m sure that Bill will drive you around. Won`t you, Bill?
Don`t have much choice, do l?
- Hello. - Mrs Jasmin!
- How are you? - l`m okay, l`m okay.
This is my son Pete and his friends Jupiter and Bob.
Hi! Welcome to my guest house, boys! Please, come inside.
I don`t like being blamed for wrecking a girl`s life.
Especially a pretty girl.
Left alone, nowhere to go...
-... freezing in the cold. - lt`s hot outside.
Don`t be so logical, Jupiter. Her father said she was in danger.
Code Orange. Intruder protection!
- Legs secured! - Arms secured!
- I got him! I got him! - Check identity!
Chris?
- What do you think you`re doing? - l... well, you...
I mean...
Sorry.
Nice of you to drop in.
What are you doing here?
I`ve got 200 Rands here. All my savings.
I want to hire the Three lnvestigators to clear my father.
- You didn`t seem to trust us much. - I don`t.
But you`re the only detectives I know. And you said you haven`t lost a case, right?
- Right! - So if I show you respect...
-... I expect the same from you. - Oh, I respect you!
With all my heart!
Before we can decide whether to take on the case...
-... you have to tell us everything you know. - I will.
- Who do you think attacked Miss Wilbur? - She said what it was: the Tokolosh.
Your father said something before he was taken away by Farraday.
``Find Grace.`` What do you think he meant by that?
I don`t know.
Nothing makes any sense.
Excellent!
I warn you, when we take on a case we follow all the clues wherever they lead.
I`m not swayed by sentiment or any other personal feelings that...
Thank you, Jupiter, thank you!
You`re going to get to the bottom of all this, I just know it.
Thank you.
I think we should preserve a correct detective-client relationship.
- Sorry. - Me too.
- Here, take the 200 rands. - No, no.
We don`t take our fee until the case is closed.
But we have work to do first.
Tomorrow we`ll go to the jail and ask your father about ``Grace.``
Right. I`ll come back in the morning.
But your father said it was dangerous for you to go back home.
I`ve got an idea. You could stay here overnight.
- No, I don`t want to be any trouble. - lt`s no trouble at all.
I`ve got it figured out.
- You could stay in the bottom bunk with me! - No!
I mean, I think it would be... she`d be safer in the top bunk with me.
Um... she might hit her head on the bottom bunk.
No, that`s okay.
You wouldn`t want to take space away from Teddy...
- I don`t have a teddy bear! - Yes you do, he`s up...
Perhaps a random draw would be the most impartial way to figure this out.
I got it under control, Jupe.
Chris and I will be very comfortable in the bottom bunk. Won`t we?
So, Pete, how was your sleeping arrangement?
- Bob was snoring all night long. - Really? Guess I was fast asleep.
Planning on a little elephant hunting today?
My mom packed for me. It`s all I have.
He`s not there!
What? Who?
My father! I called the jail, but he never arrived!
- But we saw Farraday take him away. - I have to get home and see if he`s there!
- Where to? - Take us to Chris` home.
- Where do you stay? - Khayelitsha.
Oh no, no, no. I`m not going there. A township is no place for three white kids.
- Especially dressed like that. - My mom packed for me!
You want to get me into trouble, Pete?
Your old man will go bananas if he finds out you`ve gone into a township.
So don`t tell him.
Please.
If you get murdered, don`t come to me and complain.
Deal.
- Hey Chris! - Hello.
- Have you seen my father? - No, I haven`t seen him since yesterday.
- What`s all that clicking? - lt`s a sound in the Xhosa language.
Actually, there are three different kinds of click sounds.
The first is the simple click, as in Xhosa.
Xhosa...
I can`t do it.
Tata? Tata!
Someone broke in last night!
But... What could they`ve been looking for?
- Let`s recapitulate. - Sometimes I wish you`d just speak English.
- Who was the last person seen with Gamba? - Farraday!
Gamba! Got you!
And the last thing Miss Wilbur said to him was...
- I do not want to see him here again. - Yes, Miss Wilbur.
We have to get to Miss Wilbur`s house immediately.
- Pete, stop shaking the table. - That isn`t me!
We need to get out! Now!
No! This way!
Chris!
Pete!
Bob, are you all right?
Just another ordinary day in the lives of the Three lnvestigators.
The truck!
This was no accident. It seems that someone wanted to kill us.
But... who would want to do this?
Our house!
Everything`s gone! Everything!
It`ll be okay, Chris. We`ll figure things out.
Don`t worry. We`ll help all we can.
You can`t help me! I was stupid to think you could.
Just look what`s happened!
There`s something that`s hidden here.
What is that?
It`s a painting.
- Who is this? - lt`s Princess Sisa.
Sisa... Does that mean something in English?
It means Grace.
Find Grace! You must find Grace!
This is what your father wanted us to find.
Somebody obviously wants us to stop investigating.
But they don`t know the Three lnvestigators.
We have to make a visit to Miss Wilbur. I`m declaring a Code Green.
Imminent danger.
- Who was Princess Sisa? - She was a princess of our tribe, the Xhosa.
Xhosa.
I can`t do it.
She fell in love with a handsome young man. But her father did not allow it.
So to prove her love she stole the most precious object of our people -
... the crown of the Xhosa - and gave it to her secret lover.
When the theft was discovered, she was killed. And her lover disappeared.
Look, there`s a hand on her shoulder.
Maybe that`s her lovers hand.
What happened to the crown?
The legends say it lies in the secret lover`s grave.
Miss Wilbur, he`s growing restless again and I don`t know how to control him!
Can`t you handle anything?
I`m sorry, I tried but he attacked me!
Go back and give him his lunch. And be sure the door is locked. Alright?
Yes, Miss Wilbur.
My father`s in there! She`s locked him up.
We have to break into the house and rescue him.
Somehow I don`t think this is what Dad meant when he said to stay out of trouble.
It`s the wrong bush!
- No, it`s the one over there... Stupid... - Bob, the backpack.
- What is this? - A wireless microphone and earpiece...
... so we can communicate.
- Can you hear me? - Loud and clear.
Uh-oh. Trouble.
Someone needs to distract Miss Wilbur while we follow Farraday.
I`ll do it.
But you`re not a trained professional like us.
What`s the matter? You don`t trust me?
Help! I`ve been bitten by a snake!
- What? Oh, l`ll get some help. - No! No time!
Suck my leg!
- What? - Suck my leg!
She`s good.
Let`s go.
- I don`t see any bite. - Just suck it!
Blow gun.
Itching powder.
- Man, I love that thing! - Quick!
You`re going to eat this lunch, or l`m going to make you!
Calm down! I`ll be back.
Behave!
Gamba...!
Gamba, we`re coming in to get you!
Was I wrong?
Once in a million years, miracles can happen.
- Miss Wilbur, what are you doing? - This young lady has been bitten by a snake.
Call an ambulance.
But that`s Gamba`s kid.
- What? - Yes, that`s right.
I am Gamba`s daughter! Tell me what you`ve done to him!
- They`re on to her. - Let`s get out of here.
Wait! Look at that painting.
This is no time for art appreciation. Come on, Jupe!
Hey, be careful with that. I`ll bet it`s a priceless work of art!
Don`t worry. I`m very experienced at destroying valuable works of art.
Lock the door!
We need to keep them out just a bit longer.
I can`t lock the door! I kicked it in!
The second rule of investigating is to adapt instantaneously to the situation.
- They`re in the office. - Let`s go in, Farraday, and apprehend them.
Yes, Miss Wilbur.
I can`t hold them!
I got it. Wait... give me a hand!
- What are you doing? - Watch out!
Can`t you even open a door?
It`s stuck. They must have jammed it from the inside.
Break it down if you have to. Will you stand still, you little minx?
Power of the wedge. Basic physics.
- I just need a few more seconds! - You`ve got all the time in the world.
They`re not getting in now.
You are pathetic.
Stand aside, Miss Wilbur.
These kids have messed with the wrong man.
Incredible!
- Okay, take the chair away. - We can`t do that! They`ll get in.
That`s the idea.
No, it`s not! We want to keep them out!
No, we don`t.
I`ll do it.
Where`s my father? What have you done to him?
My painting! I`ll have you know that is a priceless antique!
Look!
I believe we now know the identity of the Princess` secret lover.
Sir Horatio Wilbur.
Impossible!
Bob, where is her crown supposed to be hidden?
The legends say that the crown lies in her secret lover`s grave.
And Miss Wilbur, where is Sir Horatio buried?
On Skeleton lsland.
So, the crown is buried on Skeleton lsland?
Exactly.
That`s what your father was trying to tell us.
But why?
Your father had one half of this painting.
He knew about the crown, and that`s why he`s in danger.
There are people who would do anything to get hold of a treasure like that. Anything.
Don`t let them yap their way out of trouble, Miss Wilbur.
They trespassed on your property, and l`m going to take them in to the police.
Now, come on!
If you will allow me...
The Tokolosh!
I was down by the boats.
It came up from behind.
It could have killed me.
And when I came to, Gamba was gone.
Wait a minute! That means that Gamba is still on the island!
We have to go. Now!
I`ll return this!
Bill!
- Where have you been all this time? - We need you to sail us to Skeleton lsland.
No way. Guys...
It`s getting dark.
There`s a low tide and we`ve got rough seas. You`re not going anywhere tonight.
You`re still up?
I can`t sleep.
I`m too worried. If only I knew my father were all right.
I`m sure he is.
And your mother...?
She died when I was very young.
Oh...
I`m sorry.
I don`t remember her very well. But she gave me this necklace.
She said it`s been in our family for centuries.
There was another half, but it was lost long ago.
I never take it off.
I know how you feel.
No, you don`t.
I live with my aunt and uncle because both my parents died in a plane crash.
``Cause unknown.``
I can`t tell you how much I hate those words.
That`s why I started the Three lnvestigators.
I never want to leave another mystery unsolved.
So you see...
... I do understand.
So... how do you do that ``Xhosa`` thing?
Xhosa.
- How do you do that? - You take the side of your cheek...
... and then go ``click.`` Like this.
Look at me.
- Xhosa. - Xhosa.
Xhosa.
- Xhosa. - Xhosa.
Xhosa.
Jupiter? Chris?
We`re out here!
Good thing we found you, Jupiter.
Alone with a girl for five minutes! You must have been in a panic.
I managed.
Jupiter, you have to listen to this!
I was recording my research notes when Miss Wilbur was attacked in the cave...
... and I just played them back.
What do you think that noise was?
Miss Wilbur screaming?
Somehow, I don`t think that sound was made by a human being.
- We`ll be back in an hour or so, Bill. - I don`t know if I trust you guys.
We promise if we get murdered, we won`t come to you to complain.
Ha...
- Scared? - No way.
I just don`t think it`s smart to barge in on an angry ghost.
Maybe we should try spying on it from a distance first.
- l`m going in. - Me too.
I`ve got a bad feeling about this.
Tata!
Tata, are you here?
Gamba?
Wait!
I thought I saw something.
- Messed things up again, Bob! - Sorry...
You gonna go get it?
If I mess up all the time, why don`t you get it yourself?
- I think I will. - Mr ``l`m-so-smooth``. ``Wow, she`s hot!``
- He`s just a scared little... - Bob. It`s okay.
Could you give me a hand up?
How`d you do that?
Do what?
Run!
Come on!
Come on, Pete! Come on!
Let`s move it! Come on!
Let`s go! Go!
No, stop, stop, stop, stop!
- Jupe, no! - Stop! Don`t touch it!
This is your Tokolosh.
It`s...
It`s a baboon?
I knew I had heard that sound before.
And then it came to me: it was a baboon cry!
Quite a sophisticated set-up.
Who would dress up a baboon to look like a ghost?
Look! There`s a hole in the wall.
Let`s go!
- Gosh, Pete, you scream like a girl. - And what exactly do you mean by that?
- Yeah, what do you mean by that? - Uh, well...
Look! There`s something behind there!
Let me see.
It`s a grave.
There`s nothing here. Let`s go.
It`s Sir Horatio`s grave.
But where`s Sir Horatio?
- lt`s Gamba! - Tata!
Chris...!
I don`t get paid enough for this...
- Gamba! - Bill!
Stay where you are.
Don`t move an inch!
- What are you doing? - Don`t worry, Gamba.
I`ll keep my mouth shut.
But you got to tell the kid the truth.
- Go ahead, tell her. - Tell me what?
You were behind the attack on Miss Wilbur, weren`t you, Gamba?
You were determined to find the crown at all costs.
So you disguised the baboon to resemble the Tokolosh...
... and then trained it to attack anyone who came near the cave...
... to scare them away.
- lsn`t that right? - No!
It`s true.
I did it.
I found Sir Horatio`s tomb, but the crown is not here.
- I guess it`s just a story. - Why are you saying this?
Uh... Hi, Dad. What are you doing here?
What am I doing here? Bill called me.
At least he showed some responsibility, unlike you.
I told you to keep away from the detective business!
And what have you been doing? Wandering into a township!
Breaking into Miss Wilbur`s house! And now, climbing into an underground cave.
- We can explain, we... - No, you cannot!
I could lose my job over this.
Your trip is over.
Here are tickets for you boys. You leave tomorrow.
Don`t lose them!
Don`t say anything to them. They don`t have any evidence.
- But the investigation... - I want to stop the investigation.
Promise me you won`t testify against my father!
I can`t conceal evidence of a crime.
I said we would follow the evidence wherever it led.
Here, take your money!
You`ve been paid for your stupid case, now drop it!
- I don`t care about the stupid money. - What do you care about?
I made a promise to myself when my parents died.
Wherever there are unanswered questions, l`m going to work until I find the truth.
No matter where it leads.
- And I keep my promises. - Jupiter, you can`t do this to me.
I have to.
Gamba`s responsible for the attack on Miss Wilbur.
He disguised a baboon to resemble a spirit.
This is the mask he used.
No! It`s not true!
So!
Caught red-handed... Let`s get you off to the police, Gamba.
No! Don`t take him away!
I trusted you! I thought you all were my friends!
But... we are your friends.
Isn`t that right, Jupiter?
This is one time I wish we`d lost the case.
- Good morning. - Good morning.
Pete! Bob! Come here! Right now! Code Violet!
Code Violet? I don`t even know what Code Violet is!
Look at this.
- There`s writing! - lt`s a poem.
Or half of one.
``Two lovers parted... If you can parse...
The Will is high... The Space `tween birth...
Take my image... To rest in my...``
We need the other half.
There`s nothing there.
Why would it be different?
Because this half is a forgery. You see the significance, of course?
It`s early in the morning. Just tell us.
Whoever had the original painting and substituted this one...
-... had to have access to Miss Wilbur`s house. - That doesn`t sound like Gamba.
But... then why did he confess?
Because he had to.
Because somebody else was there...
... Iistening, observing...
... making sure Gamba did what he was supposed to do.
Someone who had the ability to threaten his daughter`s life.
Someone who had the opportunity to keep an eye on us...
Dad!
... and to keep track of what we were doing at all times.
We need to get out! Now!
An experienced wild animal wrangler who could train a baboon.
Somebody who is so close to us...
-... we never even suspected him. - Are you kids packed?
- I got the Land Rover out front. - Bill!
What are you doing?
Yeah. Come on, let`s hide.
Guys?
Huh...?
Get him!
- Left arm secured. - Right arm secured.
Legs secured.
Get off me, you miserable little punks!
Aha! The original painting, as I suspected. This is all the evidence we need.
Bob, call the police.
Not so fast. You`re not calling anyone.
If you ever want to see Chris again, you`re going to do exactly what I say.
- And what`s that? - You`re going to get me the crown.
Why don`t you get it yourself?
I bet old Wilbur booby-trapped his final resting place.
So if anyone is going to be crushed to death or shot full of arrows...
... or dropped into boiling oil, it`s gonna be you, not me.
But you`re the Three lnvestigators.
You can solve any mystery, can`t you?
So now it`s up to you. You have the plan.
You can find the treasure.
When you get the crown, take it to the Rhodes Memorial.
You`ve got `till five.
You fail...
... you`ll never see her again.
Good luck.
Get ready, lnvestigators.
Code Crimson.
- Unbelievably dangerous! - Unbelievably dangerous!
Pete, shine the light behind them.
``Two lovers parted shall reunite If you can parse these words aright.
The Will is high, the Ratio low The Space `tween birth and death doth grow.
Take my image and do not dread To rest in my eternal bed``
It still doesn`t make any sense.
How could I be so blind?
- What? - I forgot the first rule of the investigator:
To see what`s right in front of you!
It`s all there!
``Sir Horatio Wilbur. 1630-1665.``
It`s rather clever, actually, though a bit simplistic.
All right already, genius. Just tell us.
Okay. ``The Will is high.``
There`s a ``Wil`` in ``Wilbur.`` We have to make it high.
- Wow. - ``The Ratio is low``.
That means you have to lower the ``ratio`` in ``Horatio!``
Okay, but what does he mean by ``space `tween birth and death doth grow``?
It`s just like it says.
You have to make the space between the dates grow!
Excellent deduction, Bob.
What`s the next line?
``Take my image and do not dread.``
``My image``...
I guess that`s Sir Horatio.
- Should we pull it out? - There`s a fifty per cent chance that`s right.
Okay.
Here goes.
Uh, I don`t know about...
The ceiling`s coming down!
- Evidently that was the wrong solution. - Let`s get out of here!
Oh no!
Oh great, we`re gonna get crushed to death. Again!
How much time do you calculate we have, Bob?
I`d say thirty seconds!
Why is it always thirty seconds? Why not thirty minutes?
Or thirty hours? That would be a nice change of pace.
Ten seconds!
The lid to the grave! Prop it up!
It worked!
Into the grave!
- No! This cannot be happening! - Help!
- Okay, this is bad. Really bad.
Bill was right. The tomb was booby-trapped.
What was the last line of the poem?
``To rest in my eternal bed.``
That`s what we`re going to do, all right.
Good joke, Horatio!
We`re going to die in here.
Come on, guys. What are we?
We`re the Three lnvestigators:
We`ve never lost a case, and we`re not going to now.
Bob is right. There has to be a way out of here.
Look around.
The Princess.
``Two lovers parted shall reunite.``
The two lovers.
Together in death.
Look at that necklace. It`s looks just like the one that Chris has.
But how is that possible?
Because Chris is a direct descendant of Princess Sisa.
- And Sir Horatio Wilbur. - You just made that up, didn`t you?
This was in Sir Horatio`s hand.
It`s his farewell letter.
It seems that Grace had a child by Sir Horatio before she was killed.
Horatio, heartbroken, decided to bring the crown to Grace in her tomb...
... so they would remain together for eternity.
His last act was to have their portrait painted.
He then ripped it in two...
... and left one half to his black child and the other half to his white heirs.
``lf some day in the distant future...
... our black and white descendants can put aside their differences and labour together...
... then they shall recover the crown.``
It took four hundred years...
-... but it happened. - Good investigating, Bob.
Let`s go save Chris.
Come on. We got half an hour to get to the Rhodes Memorial!
You got the crown?
Yeah.
- But first, you hand over Chris. - For such an intelligent boy...
... you never understand who has the bargaining power.
I receive the crown first. Or else...
I still can`t believe Bill is behind all this. We trusted him.
- But it`s not Bill. - Huh?
Jupiter, he`s standing right there.
No, he`s not.
- Yes, he is. - Bob`s right.
You see, there`s no such person as ``Bill``. Allow me to introduce you to Victor Hugenay.
- Hugenay? - The forger of the Rembrandt?
You impress me, mon bon ami.
Few people can see past my disguises. Hm?
How did you know?
Who else could have done such a masterful forgery?
But you can never resist taking credit for your work.
Very clever. But not clever enough.
The crown, if you please.
- Magnifique. - Now let Chris go.
On second thought, I think l`ll keep her as a travelling companion for a little while longer.
- No! - You promised!
Ah yes. But you see, I break my promises quite easily.
Stay where you are. If you follow...
... I will shoot the girl.
Don`t turn around!
Ow! Let go of me!
- Help! Help! - Come on, let`s go!
Let me go!
- Help! - Let`s go!
- Help! - There he is!
- Oh no! - Run!
Help!
I`ve got an idea!
- This one takes three. - Oh no...
Wind conditions are optimal! But I have no idea if this is going to work.
Don`t worry. I`ve been paragliding before. It`s fun.
- Have I mentioned that I have a fear of... - Run!
Here we go!
- Mummy...! - Jump!
Pete, what are you doing..?
I got this!
Pete, watch out...!
- I thought you`d gone paragliding before! - Well, once... with an instructor.
Why aren`t you ever afraid of what you should be afraid of?
There he is!
Where is Hugenay?
He`s behind us! He`s getting closer
Are you crazy? Do you want to kill them?
That`s exactly what I want to do.
No! What are you doing?
No!
We did it!
Ah! My plane ticket!
Hello there, ladies, can I get you another cup or coffee, or anything more to eat?
Hm, Pete Crenshaw... - Look up there!
It`s a hang-glider! Three kids are hanging off it!
Check, please!
There he is!
He`s heading for the airport.
Cut it out! Do you want us to crash?
- That`s exactly what I want to do! - They`re fighting!
The glider`s going down!
Stupid girl!
Merde!
We have to land!
Here goes!
Move!
I hope you had a pleasant flight.
You have to help us! Chris is in danger! We have to get to her quick!
- Hey, where`s Chris? - She`s over here, guys. Come on!
Putain de merde!
Get out of my way! Back off, back off!
This is the police! Get out of the way!
Officer, this is Victor Hugenay, the famous art forger.
He attacked Miss Wilbur with a baboon and he stole the crown of the...
- Xhosa... -... princess. Arrest him!
You have not seen the last of Victor Hugenay!
- Are you okay? - Yeah, l`m OK.
Thank you. That was a very generous thing you did in there, Miss Wilbur.
No, it wasn`t.
Making Skeleton lsland into a nature preserve and a museum will be good for both of us.
The fact is, you were right and I was wrong.
A Wilbur is always ready to admit a mistake.
- Really? - Besides, there is another reason.
Young lady, I believe you have something similar to this.
They fit together perfectly.
- We`re cousins! - What?
Yes, it`s true. Bob`s done his research.
Pete?
You dropped this.
I had to reschedule your flight for today.
But it was worth it.
I`m proud of you.
The Three lnvestigators did a great job.
Thanks, Dad.
- I guess this is good-bye. - Yeah.
Goodbye, Bob.
Goodbye, Pete.
Pete...?
Pete...? It`s okay.
And Jupiter...
I think we should preserve a correct detective-client relationship, don`t you?
Get in the car, boys.
Let`s go, boys.
Bob, don`t tell your mom.
Bye, Chris.
Good-bye, Three lnvestigators!
Bye! Call me!
Hey Jupe.
What are you figuring out, Jupiter?
The number of jelly beans that can fit in the Empire State Building.
- l`m glad you`re not wasting your time. - lt`s a magazine competition.
The prize is a golden Rolls Royce, replete with a chauffeur for a month.
It`s never gonna happen.
Time to file away the Mystery of Skeleton lsland.
And we can cross Victor Hugenay off our to-do list as well.
Perhaps.
Great.
We`ve got two weeks of vacation left. Let`s hit the beach!
Actually, I have heard of this mysterious haunted house not far from here.
Oh no...!