[theme music]
♪ Where in the world is Carmen Sandiego? ♪
♪ Sandiego ♪
♪ Where in the world is Carmen Sandiego? ♪
[Zari] Local authorities took the suspect into custody less than an hour ago.
He was caught with an exact duplicate of the trunk
Carmen Sandiego used to smuggle out the stolen masks.
Except his trunk was filled with souvenir masks
just like the ones Carmen's cronies used to distract us.
Perhaps it is a coincidence?
He was clearly creating a diversion to allow Sandiego
to make a clean getaway with the real masks,
until you put the brakes on her plan.
Of course, I was just trying to entertain all possible angles.
You keep entertaining, Devineaux.
I'll be in here, grilling our...
suspect?
-Oh, boy. -Where is he?
The scenario is quite familiar.
I am guessing that the prisoner has been released without explanation,
and that you will find the paperwork in order,
yet with no clear chain of command to trace.
[Stanley] Morning, Mr. Braithwaite!
[Roundabout] Ah. Good morning, Stanley!
-I trust the missus is feeling better? -[beeping]
Tip-top, Mr. Braithwaite.
-Case of the sniffles, it was. -I'm chuffed to hear it.
And please, do call me Nigel.
Yes, of course, Nigel... Sir.
Jolly good!
[phone rings]
Many thanks for mopping up our little mess in Venice, Roundabout.
Extracting Neal the Eel was no bother at all, Gunnar.
The usual strings were pulled, no questions asked.
A benefit of maintaining my ongoing masquerade here.
Ah. It seems we have a Troll lurking under London Bridge.
Trolls and bridges. I see what you did there, sir.
Now watch while I serve up a side of Sandiego with your English breakfast.
[The Troll] And, boom.
The Lady in Red has arrived in Londontown, which means she has taken our bait
and will no doubt attempt to steal the Crown Jewels tonight before we do.
She will? I mean, we are.
Oh, they would go with so many of my outfits.
I am fully expecting our scarlet turncoat to waltz into the trap I've set,
and be in police custody before Big Ben chimes at midnight.
Then Deputy Director Nigel Braithwaite of British Secret Service
will once again pull strings to have our prisoner released from jail
directly into the hands of The Cleaners.
Who will escort our little lost sheep back to VILE, where she belongs?
Wait, does this mean we are not stealing the Crown Jewels?
[Roundabout] Patience, Countess.
My schemes rarely travel a straight trajectory.
After all, my code name is Roundabout.
[Zack] I haven't seen a single clown here in Piccadilly Circus.
Wrong kind of circus, bro.
We're passing through London's most famous traffic hub.
On the wrong side of the road.
If the ravens leave the Tower, the Kingdom will fall.
It is atypically poetic for encrypted VILE chatter.
[Player] It's part of the lore of the Tower of London,
where you're headed.
The impenetrable castle on the River Thames
was built way back in 1078.
It's been a fortress, a prison, and home to England's royal families.
Not to mention, ravens.
[Carmen] More famously, the Tower of London
is where the Crown Jewels are kept.
They're the actual historic crowns, scepters,
and other regalia that British kings and queens
have worn during their coronation ceremonies for centuries.
[Player] Whoa. There are more than 100 individual items on display,
including St. Edwards Crown,
the most sacred, important piece in the collection.
[Carmen] That's right, Player.
It's been used to crown all the kings and queens of England since 1911.
It's made of solid gold and set with 444 gemstones.
[Player] Which might explain the Tower's uniformed guards,
in addition to its state-of-the-art security system.
Though attempts have been made throughout history,
the Crown Jewels have never been stolen.
[Shadowsan] It is an impossible heist.
If VILE's attempting it, they have an angle.
Player's intel indicates they intend to hit
before Big Ben chimes at midnight.
So, why tonight?
[Player] It's the 5th of November, a British holiday.
Guy Fawkes Day, otherwise known as Bonfire Night.
This guy, Guy Fawkes, attempted to blow up Parliament,
in something called the Gunpowder Plot of 1605.
His supporters believed he was resisting oppression
from the British ruling class.
So, he was considered a hero or a villain, depending on who you ask.
[both] Hey! Sounds like someone we know.
[Player] And get this,
the festivities include fireworks and burning straw figures of Fawkes
while wearing masks of his face.
[gasps] Masks?
Oh. Again?
It would be like VILE to use the chaos of Bonfire Night
to distract from the heist.
That still doesn't tell us how they plan to break in.
[ship horn honks]
[squawking]
This cheeky fellow is one of seven ravens who call the Tower home.
[camera shutters clicking]
[beefeater] But according to legend,
if the ravens were ever to abandon their post here,
the Crown and all of Britain would fall.
[tense music]
[Shadowsan] Excuse me, kind sir.
[Player] I'm in.
That's not the loo.
Sorry, bro. It's all they've got.
[Zack] Am I supposed to eat or read?
[sniffs] The fries, not the fish.
They call them chips here, Zack. Fish and chips?
-Then what do they call these? -Crisps.
Hm!
I'll take the crisps 'n chips. Hold the fish.
[beeps]
Something's weighing on your mind.
Roundabout.
VILE's double-agent in the British Secret Service.
And the reason that any jailed VILE Operative disappears from custody.
An impossible heist means greater possibility of capture.
If you were to be arrested...
I might see The Cleaners before ever seeing the inside of a jail cell.
-[Player] Hey, Red! -Hit me, Player.
I just located some seriously embedded malware in the Tower's security system.
The Troll.
Well, this Troll guy is good.
Not only did he build a back door into the security grid,
he programmed the entire system to go offline for exactly two minutes.
Tonight at 11:00 p.m.
Before Big Ben chimes at midnight.
[Carmen] Sounds like VILE did all the work for us.
We'll just use their opening to beat them in and secure the Jewels
before they can steal them.
[Player] Two minutes to get in and out, with over a hundred pieces in tow?
If you could take only one...
The Crown Jewel of all Crown Jewels. St. Edwards Crown.
[Player] Red, something else to consider.
London is the most surveilled city in the world.
CCTV cameras are everywhere, including the Tower's perimeter.
We'll need to create a few blind spots if we're gonna sneak you in after hours.
London Bridge is falling down, my fair lady.
[man] Remember, remember, the 5th of November!
[laughs]
[bell tolling]
[tense music]
Everyone in position?
And in uniform.
[Player] You're out of sight, Red.
Let's keep you that way.
[bricks cracking]
I'm at the Jewel House.
Thirty seconds to launch.
And VILE's right on schedule.
[gasps, sighs]
Operative down.
There may be others.
And... It's go time.
[suspenseful music]
[Player] One minute, 45 seconds.
[timer beeping]
[Player] One minute, 30 seconds.
-Red, something's wrong. -Almost there.
[laughing evilly]
VILE's aborting! Everything's coming back online.
[Player] Get out of there!
[alarm wailing]
[gasps]
[laughing continues]
[sirens blaring]
[Player] Shadowsan, the Troll knew I was in the system.
Carmen never had a chance.
-[alarm wailing] -[sirens blaring]
Red Rat is boxed and ready for takeaway.
[beeps]
[Zari] Carmen Sandiego was just taken into custody...
-in London. -That is terrible!
That we were not the ones to make the arrest.
Chief's rerouting us there, we'll be on the ground in 20.
[ominous music]
[screeches]
So this is the uncatchable Carmen Sandiego.
He's the real thief. Arrest him.
[groans]
[Roundabout] You're going where you belong.
Everyone will be waiting up for you.
Carry on.
She never got near the Jewels, Mr. Braithwaite.
Forensics will be the judge of that.
Alarm disabled.
Overriding security cams.
Security cam looping, and you're the invisible man.
[foreboding music]
And we return you to your regularly scheduled programming.
Jolly good show.
[crowd jeering]
[crowd] Remember, remember, the 5th of November!
Remember, remember, the 5th of November!
-[bell tolls] -[beeps]
[door slams]
Up here. Bonsoir.
A goat in the belfry? Brilliant.
And El Topo, he is safe?
The Cleaners extracted our decoy from the Tower Grounds.
A tad groggy, but fit as a fiddle.
Now, do be gentle with this whilst ferrying it to the faculty,
England's pride and joy, and all that rot.
[scoffs] Au revoir.
[fireworks explode]
Back to the old day job.
Pity, you just missed the Jewels.
I did not come here for the Jewels.
I am here for Carmen.
[clears throat]
I'm afraid she's likely well on her way back to VILE by now, ol' chum.
Come to think, I never did get to thank you for your seat on the Faculty.
If you hadn't gone and turned traitor,
I might never have received the opportunity
to plot this cracking little caper.
I can assure you that you will never again plot another.
Right then.
[grunts]
Let's see how she handles, Guv'nah!
Ha!
[tense music]
[both grunting]
[Roundabout chuckles]
-Hm! -[grunting]
Back in the day,
I was captain of my fencing team at Oxford, you know.
Back in the day, I was Yakuza.
[both grunting]
-[yells] -[Roundabout groans]
Hm! Ha-ha!
Are you certain you do not wish me to drive?
You may want to mind the gap, ol' chum.
[officer] This is the London Police!
You are under arrest!
Ah. Cavalry's arrived.
What's it going to be then?
Plummet to your doom or surrender to the authorities?
Which would, of course, be no different than surrendering to VILE.
Holding Room?
Who authorized her release?
Release?
The prisoner never arrived.
A pity that your little friend waltzed right into my trap, old chap.
[Roundabout] I'm afraid that I've won.
[officer] You are under arrest!
Put down your weapon!
Not me, you git!
Him!
Huh?
Nigel Braithwaite, surrender!
Ask yourself, Roundabout.
Who waltzed into whose trap?
Pip pip, and cheerio!
[Shadowsan] Carmen was wise to your game.
[squawking]
We have to assume VILE's watching our every move,
so we'll need to put on an act.
But if you know it's a trap, why walk into it?
Because Roundabout's completely untouchable,
unless we draw him out into the open.
And the only way to do that is to allow him to think that he's won.
She was one step ahead of you, at every turn.
Troll!
[Roundabout] Carmen Sandiego may be at large. Find her!
Can do.
Bingo!
She's in Trafalgar Square.
Wait, no. Uh, Kings Cross?
Hold on.
She's all over London!
Who's laughing now, Troll?
Oh, you think you're good?
Game on.
[Shadowsan] Your failure, Roundabout, was in making too many assumptions.
You assumed that you were operating from shadow,
but we were watching and we shared your crime
with the rest of the world.
[phone ringing]
Poppycock!
All of that is deniable.
Fancy editing tricks and whatnot!
You don't have any hard evidence linking me to anything!
[Shadowsan] Can you be certain of that?
[The Troll] Roundabout, good news.
I now have a lock on the real Carmen Sandiego.
Bad news, she just entered British Secret Service.
My office? What could she be possibly doing there?
[Shadowsan] Allow me to set the scene.
[crowd jeering]
[Le Chevre] Oof! Watch where you are going.
[Carmen] Sorry, mate.
[Player] Better hurry, Red.
Not sure how long Shadowsan can keep Dapper Dan
occupied up in the clock tower.
Contrary to your uninformed opinion, hard evidence does indeed exist.
[Stanley] There really must be some explanation.
Deputy Director Braithwaite is as upstanding as a...
You were saying?
[tense music]
You were a decoy.
And you are a pompous fool, who has just forfeited his ability
to hide behind a mask of false decency.
[officer] Nigel Braithwaite, drop your weapon now!
Right then.
[grandiose music]
-Sorry, we're late, Carm. -[Carmen] And?
-The ravens are still there. -England, saved!
The world may debate whether Guy Fawkes was a hero or a villain,
but the truth is finally out on one Nigel Braithwaite.
And someday, the world will know the truth about you.
Carmen Sandiego clearly allowed herself to be arrested to create a diversion
so that Deputy Director Braithwaite could execute the real heist
while seeing to it that Carmen never saw the inside of a jail cell.
Uh, Chief, should we not consider the possibility that the stolen Crown
was placed here by Carmen Sandiego because she wanted us to find it?
I need you to grill Braithwaite
and determine how exactly she's connected to him.
[phone ringing]
Zari.
No. Not again!
[ominous music]
[beeping]
Report!
Has there been any sign of contact?
We've been monitoring him night and day for weeks, but nada.
Well, I am officially all out of leads and patience.
[Chief] It's time to bring him in.
♪ God save our gracious Queen ♪
♪ Long live our noble Queen ♪
♪ God save the Queen ♪
♪ Send her victorious ♪
♪ Happy and glorious ♪
♪ Long to reign over us ♪
♪ God save the Queen ♪
♪ Long to reign over us ♪
♪ God save the Queen ♪