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Thank you.

Are you all right, Your Royal Highness?

As long as that damned alarm hasn't destroyed my hearing, one would think it

an air raid. At least you've proved the system works.

They look so lifelike.

I thought I saw the dancing move.

Perhaps it was a trick of the light.

They're just statues.

I just wish this whole affair was over, all this gala nonsense.

Father.

Richard. Get me home to England.

If we're to restore the monarchy, all of this, we need public support.

It's just the sort of elitism this gala endorses that led to the overthrow of

the monarchy in the first place.

Come along, Father, come along. You must get yourself ready.

The reception begins in a few minutes.

The torture begins.

If I must, at least let me have the company of youth and beauty.

Keep an eye on him. See he doesn't wander in again.

Excalibur.

Get me some credits.

How about a neutral bar?

Where does Camelot?

I'd like to see that.

Me too, and pretty soon.

He got two tickets.

I'd like to see one of them go away.

Oh, forget it. Invitation only.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. What are you wearing?

Hey, what's wrong with this?

Nothing. If you're going to a funeral, this is a gala opening.

There's royalty here.

Oh, you know, I don't know how to break this to you, Sid, but, uh, you know, the

British monarchy's dead.

Has been for 50 years, and Camelot never was.

Camelot stood for some cool ideas like honor, longing, rust, punctuality. Well,

three out of four ain't bad.

Come on, the suit's appropriate.

How's the security in there?

The cops got the job covered.

We're just here for public relations.

Looks like they can use a few lessons.

Yes, indeed.

Hello. Hello,

Claire. Nice to meet you.

No, first we greet, then we eat.

That's Prince Albert.

And the young one is his son, Prince Richard.

That's Rachel Tudor, Albert's secretary.

Oh, I'm glad you finally found something to distract you from the food.

You said you knew it wouldn't work.

Get me out of here. Don't get your tunic into a knot.

They're representatives from our old friend Baskin.

Welcome.

How's Wally Baskin these days? Very well, thank you. He sends his regards.

Nice to meet you.

Now, free to speak.

It's a hurry now.

Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention?

Before we proceed to the ribbon -cutting and to the exhibition, I would like to

propose a toast.

Would you raise your glasses, please, to the future king of England, my own dear

father, Prince Albert.

Long may he reign.

Oh, just imagine all the things we could buy with one of these. Come on, you're

wasting time.

But, Tristan, if we took this one... Look, that is not our purpose.

This is.

My son, Richard, and I would like to welcome you all to the treasures of the

of Camelot.

An exhibit made possible through your kind and generous support.

I can't do this thing.

I've been told it's his day. We may not see another. If you just don't get on

with it.

Merlin.

Guinevere must have given me the wrong code.

And that we may...

one day soon see the restoration of the monarchy in Britain.

The crowd will be here any minute.

Here we go.

And now I declare this exhibit officially open.

Why don't you just grab it?

What's that?

Oh, no.

That bloody thing again.

It's all.

Delay them.

No unnecessary vinyl.

Where's he taking it? A security protocol. You've got to go upstairs

is taken care of.

Ladies and gentlemen, please stay calm and remain where you are. I'm certain

it's nothing.

Here they come.

Power surge.

That's no power surge. You can't think we're being wrong.

What the hell was that?

Something since you've been away.

This might break the power field.

Be ready to go.

Goal! Goal!

I've got it!

Retreat!

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry to say there's been a robbery, but please stay

calm and stay where you are, and I'll be right with you. Thank you.

You'll have to excuse me.

We can't leave them. They'll make it. They've trained for this a long time.

Can I see you?

Call it!

Call it!

There's no way out of here.

So why don't we just call it a night, huh?

Now, see, this is none of your affair.

We don't want to hurt you.

In my feelings, exactly.

So why don't you just put down the tin before something happens?

Put it down!

And you thought I was only good for tricks. Did you see that?

This way.

Stop dreaming.

Come on.

A successful campaign, Tristan.

Wait! You cannot possibly sell these treasures. They're too well known.

You.

Well, let me make you some sort of offer. If it's money you want. No time

bargains, Richard.

I've got what I came for.

Back where it belongs.

Well done. Now, Lance, come on.

No. So to say.

Land of opportunity.

At you.

All right. Now, let's go, go, go, go, go.

Hey, cover the streets, sir.

They're on their way.

Forget it. Forget it. Where'd that kid go? Where'd he go?

Let's go face the prince. Come on.

You're right, sir.

Let's just see what's been taken. Richard?

What?

What is it?

It's your father.

There's been an accident.

What?

This was no accident.

He was murdered.

Did you see anything?

No.

I came to tell him about the theft and... Well, he was already dead.

Whoever did this will pay with his life.

My word on it, Father.

He'll pay.

Why? They had everything they wanted. What purpose, what purpose could there

possibly be in killing him? You probably got in the way, tried to fight.

There was no need to kill him.

Well, did you happen to get a good look at any of their faces?

No.

You after my job, Cardigan?

When?

Resurrected and reprogrammed. No, more like recycled, like the rest of the

garbage. May we help you with something, Winger?

Lieutenant.

Winger, you can leave and take that piece of dirt with you.

Lieutenant, I am Richard Stewart.

Prince Richard, you're the son of the victim. That's correct.

And I would like to say in Mr. Cardigan's defense that so far he has

helpful. Well, too bad you couldn't come to his defense when he was up for

dealing tech.

That was a frame and you know it, Winger.

You're a corrupt cop and a tech junkie, charged and convicted.

Vasco must be scraping the bottom of the barrel.

If he wanted quality help, he should have hired a droid.

You know, Winger, either you got a bad system virus or somebody forgot to

your personality chip because something about you still smells.

Unless someone gave you your badge back, you have no right to be here.

Get this piece of tech -dealing scum out of here. Come on, we're not going to

argue with a jury.

Hey, I'm not going to stand here and argue with a bucket of bullshit.

But if I could see the disc for that security camera... Prince Richard, I'll

have to ask you not to talk to this man.

Don't leave town.

Your parole doesn't allow it.

And believe me, if I find anything that violates parole, if you so much as spit

on the sidewalk...

You'll find yourself back between the frozen peas and carrots.

Damn it! Can you believe it?

Don't take it personally.

That neck accuses me of dealing tech and you're telling me not to take it

personally? We're not cops. We don't wear that uniform anymore. Hey, I am

a cop. Always was and I always will be.

Things change. Go with the flow. Hey, something never changed, Sid.

So you're saying you care?

Yeah, I care. I care when a man's life is worth less than a thing.

That's what Camelot's all about.

Sounds like maybe you do believe in some of their ideals.

Oh, please, don't give me anything about Camelot, okay? Camelot was a fairy tale

with a happy ending. We got a murder.

Well, give me a reason. Because Albert's death is a police case. Stay out of it.

You know, if you didn't trust me, then what the hell did you take me out of the

freezer for in the first place? For your abilities as a detective.

Well, then use me. Put me to work. I thought this Prince Albert was a friend

yours.

He was.

So where do we go from here?

Find Excalibur.

It's probably melted down for gold by now. I don't think so.

Whoever stole it was after the sword and only the sword. That's right. The crown

jewels were there. They didn't even take them.

Do you know what Excalibur means?

No, I think I'll let Sid answer that. He's the expert on fairy tales.

It's no fairy tale.

Excalibur's worth isn't in the precious metals it's made of. It's in its

meaning. The legend of King Arthur says whoever has Excalibur is the true king.

Oh, come on.

It's just a fancy sword.

Not to the people of Britain.

It's their history.

It's a symbol of truth in a corrupt world.

Without it, the king can't take the throne.

It's like a cop has a shield taken. He's still a cop, but he's not quite

complete without that badge.

Sir.

Yes.

Find the sword.

Stay out of Winger's hair.

He's looking for any chance he can get to put you away again.

Excuse me, I've got another meeting.

Come on, what's wrong with you?

Lieutenant Winger said it was all right that I talked with you. He asked that

you give us your fullest cooperation.

Well, all right.

But surely he must have told you everything I know.

Well, he suggested that we pursue the inheritance angle. Something about

Albert's will?

The Stuart family is bankrupt.

These treasures are their sole income and support.

Any other relatives besides Richard?

Well, there was a cousin, Mark.

He was heir to the throne, but he was killed several years ago in an accident.

So this is all that Richard will inherit?

No.

After Mark died, Prince Albert became the heir to the throne.

Richard now inherits that position.

That and credit will get you a cup of coffee.

The monarch is dead.

Well, not exactly.

The monarch's party is running a full slate of candidates in the upcoming

election. If they defeated the roundheads, Albert was going to be

king. So what happens now?

They've asked Richard to step in and take his place.

So Richard could become the king?

If he accepts the nomination and proves to be as popular a candidate as Albert

was, yes.

The exhibit, it was shipped direct from Britain and filled containers?

That's correct. And yes, it was done under my supervision.

Well, then obviously the thieves broke in after the exhibit was set up.

I imagine that's what happened, yes.

Richard arranged with police for the local security.

Was there a chance that we might be able to talk to him?

I'm afraid not.

He's returning to Britain this afternoon.

If you'll excuse me, I have to complete some business.

Sorry about Prince Albert.

I know you have no reason to trust me. You've got no reason to believe that I'm

not guilty of those tech charges.

No, it's all lies. You were framed. I should trust you.

No, not all lies.

I was a cop.

But whether I was framed or not...

There's one thing I know.

Oh, a pearl of wisdom.

Gracious of you.

I know you cared a great deal about him.

And there's nothing that's going to bring him back.

And I know that you're going to live the rest of your life tortured by his

death. If this is your attempt at comforting me, it's not working.

When you lose somebody you love, there's no comfort.

And there's no end to the way I feel?

I'll still wake up every morning feeling empty.

No.

But there's a goal that may help you get out of bed.

And what's that?

Justice.

Works for me.

What can I do?

Just tell me where Richard is. Let me talk to him.

He's at his private club for a couple of hours more.

The British Empire Club.

Thanks.

Well, whoever killed Albert and took the sword may not want the monarchy

restored.

You can't pull off something like this without somebody on the inside.

Somebody local.

You want to hit the street or you want to go meet the king?

Lieutenant Winger, this is Richard Stewart.

Oh, I expect you'll find him in the fencing room.

Fencing room.

You know, if you use a good man like me in the force, you ought to fill out an

application. All my thanks.

Oh, thank you very much, Lieutenant.

Thank you.

A distraction from more pressing concerns.

I was hoping, though, for better competition.

Oh, do you fence, Mr. Cardigan?

Oh, no.

No, no.

No, the closest I've come is a night stick, police academy.

You have athletic ability, though.

I saw that last night.

Yeah, about last night.

I know there's not much I can really say.

Everything's better, but I want to apologize.

Yes, right.

I'm afraid I'm going to have to try and put that behind me.

I just wish that we could have been more help.

So do I.

But we both have to carry on, don't we?

Perhaps a match might distract us both.

Care to try?

Well, like I say, I'm not too proficient with a sword.

But you do have some experience with tech.

I don't mean to insult you. I merely point that out because the equipment is

somewhat similar.

But, unlike tech, this is not a fantasy game.

It's quite real and quite refreshing.

Allow me to show you the basis.

The land!

Very good!

Carry!

And the report!

And the retreat!

From my father's discovery!

Camelot!

I thought this was all just fantasy.

As fantastic as this setting, and as real as this...

about whether or not royal blood is blue.

Well, I guess I'm just a commoner.

Excuse me, sir, your broadcast.

Oh, yes.

Of course.

Enough distractions.

You'll have to excuse us. The monarchist party has asked Richard to perform what

damage control he can before the election.

What's going on?

There's been an outbreak of demonstrations, some rioting.

The general belief back in England is that the Roundheads murdered Albert.

It's possible.

A great tragedy has befallen England.

This moment in history calls for a swift and stern response, both to the murder

of my father and to the theft of the sword Excalibur.

The guy's got charisma.

The monarchist party has asked me to lead them at the upcoming election.

Saddened as I am by the circumstances, I'm happy to accept their nomination.

You don't look too thrilled about that.

The situation back home is already volatile. The voters were ready to

Albert. Richard is an unknown quantity.

It's bound to make trouble.

As Excalibur symbolizes the truth, so shall it symbolize my government.

We shall stamp out corruption and rule Britain with compassion.

Looks like you've got a problem with the satellite feed.

It's no commercial.

Richard, we've got a problem.

We're getting interference.

What's going on?

I don't know. It looks to me like a pirate transmission.

Our signal's being overridden. Switch to another satellite linker.

Don't tell me you can't do it.

Richard Stewart shall not be king.

He cannot rule without Excalibur, and he no longer has it.

That's the man who killed my father.

I'm holding it in public trust for the people of Britain.

Central, there's a pirate transmission on Channel 7. Put a trace on it right

away. Richard Stewart is a pretender to the throne.

He cannot... Bloody roundheads!

The vid pirates were broadcasting from England.

England?

England covers a hell of a lot of dirt.

Need nothing more specific?

Somewhere in or near London.

The store's in London.

That's what it says on the ticket.

There's only one ticket here.

And it's mine.

Sid, you just have time to make the last shot. I suggest you continue interviews

with Richard and pursue the roundhead's ankle.

They have the most to gain from Albert's death.

Hey, if my memory serves me right, hey, you put me on this case.

then your memory should remind you that your parole restrictions forbid you from

traveling abroad.

Convicted tech offenders are barred from England.

Stubborn Yard takes a dim view.

Oh, come on. You've got friends in the yard. You can swing something.

Did I mention... Lieutenant Winger is slightly miffed over being impersonated.

I think he'd take a very dim view if I issued you a passport.

All right. All right, so I'll use a little deception now and then. Your

eagerness to deceive makes me leery of unleashing you from the British public.

Those thieves had local support. Find out who.

I said to you, see if you could pull up the security disks.

Maybe I'll get lucky.

Sorry, Jake. I haven't been able to access the police net yet.

Lieutenant Winger has installed a new security code.

Great.

You can't find me the disks.

Baskin can't give me the passport.

He can't get you a passport, but he didn't say I couldn't.

I've got a feeling there's a few strings attached to this.

Yeah, one, don't tell Bascom. And two... I'll think of something.

Hey!

Drag it on the road, Sam! Freeze!

Hope you don't mind sharing, guys.

Depends on the company.

Hey, Mike.

Oh, man.

You know why I'm not going to ask? Yeah, because then you'd know how. And when

Baskin asks you, then you'd have to tell him.

Very interesting item here on the Monarchist Party.

Looks like they got the roundheads running scared.

Might even kick him out of power if Richard can maintain Albert's momentum.

to the streets of London to protest private sector backing of the Monacan.

These riot squads responded quickly, breaking up barricades and scattering

demonstrators. As long as Richard gets that Excalibur back. Nigel Draper.

Baskin doesn't know about what?

Same thing you don't know about.

The Scotland United doesn't know you're here.

If the yard knew, then Wingman would know. If he knew, then Baskin would

He doesn't know.

Tell him where we're going.

Get a comment on recent developments in political analytics. Tell him. Come on.

Do you know how to get to Richard Stewart's?

Richard Stewart?

Let me think.

Choke up the credit, Sid.

Not many of us don't know where the king lives, Doug.

Yeah.

Hey,

what's going on?

Looks like another rounded riot, sir.

This election's stirring them up. There's riots all over the place.

You know, there's hardly any traffic.

Nah.

You want to drive a vehicle in this city, you got to pay 50 ,000 credits.

A year?

Yeah. Bloody horrible.

All right.

Hey, the man. It's your turn.

You're the one with the expense account.

I'm not even here.

Uh, meeting with Richard.

We have an appointment to see Richard Stewart. Let's go, man.

This way.

Change the wall, please.

We got an appointment.

Oh, boy, this must be the English hospitality we heard so much about, Sid.

This way.

Gentleman to see you, sir.

Ah, so good to see you again. Oh, yeah. Welcome to London. Thank you.

This is Inspector Melville of Scotland Yard. Morning, Inspector.

These two gentlemen were instrumental in tracing the Roundhead's pirate

transmission. I see. Good work. Thank you. Have you had any luck tracking them

down? No, nothing.

We're hoping they'll try for another broadcast.

I'm sorry, gentlemen, but in view of the assassination of Prince Albert...

I'm going to have to limit access to Prince Richard until I've had the

opportunity to review your papers. Is that really necessary?

Temporary formality.

The yard is nothing if not thorough.

The weapons, I'm afraid, I have to confiscate until such time as you leave

country.

Well, that's no problem.

We're just here to help find Excalibur.

Now, how's the chances of getting a meeting with Rachel?

I'm afraid that Miss Tudor has...

disappeared. We've got good reason to believe that Rachel Taylor has been a

in the royal household.

A spy?

For who?

We assume she works for the militant wing of the Roundheads.

Well, you think she could have engineered the theft?

The warrant for her arrest charges her with robbery and with murder.

Murder? She was aware of all the security details and she was alone with

Auburn long enough to kill him.

I was a fool to trust her.

The death of my father and the theft of Excalibur almost guarantees the

roundheads the election.

If you'd care to wait while I run your security checks, I'm sure it won't take

long. Oh, thanks. That'd be great. We'll appreciate it. Yeah.

We'll be right outside.

Thank you.

Tech digger?

Illegal entry.

Bloody hell.

Get me security at once.

Thanks, Senator. We've got an address for Rachel's mother.

Number 219.

Step on it.

You should be ashamed of yourself.

Coming here as though you were from Scotland Yard, saying that Rachel's a

murderer.

She's a suspect, ma 'am.

I'd just like to talk to her.

Rachel loved Prince Albert. We all did. She would never harm a hair on his dear

old head.

We understand.

Oh, do you?

Do you understand that ever since she was a girl, she's dreamed of the

being restored, that we'd have someone to look up to again?

Instead of chaos, everyone fighting with everyone else, all she ever wanted was

peace. Prince Albert was a peaceful man. That's what he stood for. And so does

she. Now, please.

Well, if she does happen to show up, that's how she can contact us.

If you want to pin the murder on someone, you pin it on the roundhead.

Charming woman.

It's the third time the name roundhead's come up.

You know, someone said you could have been a roundhead.

Yeah, but we don't know anything about them.

Ask our guide.

You look like you may have been on the block a couple times.

There's still some tread left in the old tires.

We're looking for a connection in the roundheads.

Got any ideas?

Spare a credit, Guff.

Hey, I'm sorry, Guff. We're just starving. That's all.

Don't they feed you at home? Get out of here. What's that?

Never heard of it.

Hey, come in, kid. I think I know you.

Get out of here. Go, go, go. The museum. Yeah, that's it.

Panhandlers play rough around here, don't they? No, them's tech kids.

Poor sods born to tech addicts. You want to watch yourself when you're around

them. Lucky we wasn't hurt.

Here, I do have a round -edge contact.

If I could just remember.

Coming back to me.

There is a bell now.

Can I help you, sir?

Do you know Miss Scarper?

Yes, I do. Take these two gentlemen and see them. Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Shut up, white governor.

You got a budget.

Oh, thanks, governor.

Watch your back.

Sorry, I got nothing. I'm sorry.

Hey,

hey, Mustafa.

Nice neighborhood you got around here.

I only work here.

I live in there.

I got the cheapest tours in the world.

Where do you want to go?

Past?

Future?

Ah, I've got a very inexpensive erotic sting package.

We need some information on the roundheads.

You find that in library.

No, no, what we're looking for we won't find there. There was a pirate

transmission a couple days ago.

You coppers?

No. I need some identification.

Oh, that'll do.

Mahout, keep an eye out.

So, what do you need to know?

The signal originated from somewhere here in London.

Yeah, it interrupted an international satellite transmission by Richard

Yes, that was a good signal. Very strong. Very funny.

Well, you think the roundheads have the capability to do something like that?

No. Maybe, but that wasn't the Roundheads. That was the Tech Kids.

Tech Kids?

Are you sure?

Of course.

This man in pirate broadcast, he's wearing Knight's gear, yes?

That's right.

The Tech Kids believe in the legend of King Arthur and Knights of Round Table.

They're all a bit detached.

Well, you think you can track these Tech Kids now?

I'll give it a go.

Look here.

All I have to do is grab the right signal.

You see, the signal is like a ripple in the ocean. It goes on forever.

You just catch the edge of the wave and ride it in.

It's going to be a bit of a roller coaster.

Here it comes.

Battersea Power Station.

Battersea?

It's been around since the riots of 09, when they overthrew old King James.

You should never make me do this on a full stomach.

Mahor!

Oh, that's the one, old sir. You hungry?

Hey, what's your name, man? What's your name?

Good, but who? Would you get these people back, please? Hey, sir, come on.

you.

Hey.

So, what do you say we take a little midnight tour of the Battersea Power

Station?

Hello, Gav.

Get in.

Now, what are you going to do that for, huh? Get in!

Exactly.

Richard's holo network just came online.

Shall I let Jake know? Not yet.

Get me a board of directors list of these banks, and you keep track of

holographic passengers.

Trade ant.

Can't tell you how much we appreciate having local guides.

This must be the mystery tour we read about.

Just a suggestion, but maybe if we took off our blindfolds, we could actually

see the sun. Shut your gub.

We're almost done.

This is home. You ought to talk to the landlord about getting your ceiling

fixed.

Oh, ow.

Why you had to tell him to turn off the heat?

Oh, keep moving.

God's neighbors.

What have we here, Lancelot? They were snooping around Mustafa's stall.

Let them loose.

Search them.

Ah,

big bones.

These should prove useful.

Try not to run off the bill. I'm in overdraft. I'm sure that long -distance

charges pale against your tech -dealing conviction, eh, Mr. Cardigan?

I say we chuck him in the sewer.

That's right!

You'll have to forgive their anger. He destroyed their parents and left them

damaged. Those are false charges against me. Not according to our information.

You've got the wrong sources. Jake is innocent.

You've got a loyal partner.

It's a rare and admirable quality these days.

Don't push your ideals on me.

You were there.

I know that you killed Prince Albert.

We're not murderers.

You better do a reality check on that one.

Albert's dead.

That's not a fantasy.

Look, I admit, we sometimes have a problem distinguishing between reality

fantasy. But we did not kill Albert.

Can you prove it?

You'll have to take me at my word.

Sorry, I'm a little old -fashioned.

I believe in what I see.

And I saw you there.

I saw you take Excalibur, and you had plenty of time to kill Albert. So did

Maybe you killed him.

Or maybe...

You're working for Richard?

Let's throw him in the dungeon.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

You believe in Camelot.

You believe in chivalry, right?

That's correct.

Then give us the chance to be heard.

Fair enough.

Merlin, be alive and fetch me the truth, detective.

Or we're a little old passengers as well.

Trust is earned in our world.

Don't worry, this won't hurt a bit.

As long as you tell the truth.

Are you working for Richard?

Now tell us why you're here.

Find Excalibur.

He speaks the truth.

And what will you do with it if you find it?

Return it to its rightful owner.

And who would that rightful owner be?

Richard Stewart.

Who? Richard Stewart.

Who? Richard Stewart.

It's a lie.

Richard Stewart is a pretender.

Right, you said it.

Take them back to the dungeon.

The rest of you, follow me.

Come on.

Hurry up.

Hurry.

I guess

another room would be out of the question.

Something with a view would be nice.

Maybe we get better service if we offer them a tip.

Hey.

Looks like Mustafa was right.

They broadcast their pirate signal from here.

Yeah, they broadcast it from here. That sword's got to be around here somewhere.

All right.

Cetra, Jake, how's reception?

Loud and clear, sir.

Good news. Got some good news here. We got a lead on Excalibur.

Bad news, I'm in London.

I'm all over that.

So you knew I was here?

I had to get you out of the country without letting Lieutenant Winger know.

But that's irrelevant now.

I don't like the sound of that.

Been doing some digging.

Monica's party is funded by the tech lords. Wait a minute. Hold on a second.

What do the tech lords have to do with this?

Get to Richard.

I want to know how Albert got involved with the tech lords.

This way. No, no, no. This way. I've got to do this. Hey, up here.

Up here.

Quickly.

This way.

Is that you that made that explosion?

Yeah. Little trick I picked up in the revolution.

Work for me. How about you, Sid? Quickly, this way!

It's crawling, Bobby.

Just slap your butt and jump before you get too worried with Richard.

Central.

Listen, I need a schematic in Richard's headquarters.

Coming up.

And, uh, Jake, I'm monitoring Richard's hollow system.

Something's up. He's got passengers coming in.

Ask him, watch it eavesdrop. Well, we will as soon as you get us in.

Here's something.

There's a nine -unit Victorian sewer that connects to the ventilation system.

Oh, man.

Get down to it through a grating up to the southwest lobby.

Thanks.

Don't worry about the sewer.

Is this the last of the skulking about, sir, or shall I wait?

Keep the meter running and keep an eye on things, will you?

Yes, sir.

Good. Now, look for a ventilation shaft.

All right,

there it is, right up ahead.

And second right should take the stairwell.

Jake, there are heat sensors, so don't stay long in the vents.

What floor?

21st. Oh, man, are you kidding me? Can you handle it?

I'll reach it. Come on, brother.

A two and a three. Oh, hard luck.

Double.

Richard's holographic passengers are arriving. There appears to be a

in the boardroom. Get in there. I can't get in there without being seen.

We'll just scare them off. They'll disconnect.

I can patch into their conference if you can disarm the scrambler on his bid

lines. Where's that?

Communications room, northeast corner of the lobby.

Okay.

All right.

Let's go.

Right, man.

I'm going to lose some money tonight.

I've got you on this one.

Come on. Throw the dice. Come on.

Throw the dice.

I don't think so. Yeah.

Yeah.

Ah, yeah.

Yeah.

Uh -huh.

Uh -huh. Look at this.

Hey, thanks. We've got a little bit of a... We've got a little bit of a major.

What do we do now? Find something that looks like a collar.

A collar.

Here, this one.

Oh, that one? How do you know it's that one? It could be this one, this one,

this one. Okay, even you might want the big one. Come on.

All right, why not?

Now, reroute the fiber optics.

Well,

this one's got no light going through. Let's try this one.

I'm in.

Outstanding. I'll send you a view on your vid phone.

Good Lord, that's Uhud.

Tech overlord who supervises the entire African continent.

Also a director of the Global African Bank.

Made a healthy donation to the Monarchist Party coffers.

Who's the woman on his left?

That's Svetlana Pavlova. She operates out of Odessa.

Controls the Eastern Bloc. And the United Euro Investment Bank.

Looks like some sort of executive council.

I'd like to thank you all for making this rather unexpected meeting.

Jake, you've hit the jackpot.

I hope you all have a chance to read The Business Plan.

In it, you will see that I've made a rather conservative estimate of our

manufacturing capacity once the new tech lab becomes fully operational.

Wait a minute. Did I hear that right? Did he say tech lab?

The tech lords have been trying to find a secure manufacturing base ever since

Freeport was destroyed.

Once we win this election, I can guarantee full protection.

The new facility is already well under construction and I expect it to be fully

operational within a fortnight.

He's promised them a free trade zone in exchange for campaign funds. We'll be

flooded with cheap tech.

This is great. To our consumers, tech is merely a fantasy drug.

Something to take them away from their dreary little lives.

That makes it sound like a night out at the bingo parlor.

But what I envisage is no fantasy.

With your cooperation, I will not only restore the monarchy... We're all

satisfied with the business plan.

That's not why we are here. We backed this plan with millions of credits

you guaranteed that Albert would be head of the party. My dear sir, his death

was beyond my control.

Was it?

Are you accusing me of killing my own father?

That's irrelevant.

What we are concerned about is your rather dismal performance in the recent

polls. My dear Svetlana, if you had not frozen your contributions to my campaign

file... That has nothing to do with it.

Until this matter of the murder and the stolen sword is resolved, the public

won't endorse you. The polls reflect that.

It's all been taken care of.

I know who stole Excalibur.

And who killed Prince Albert.

It was my cousin, Mark.

And he will be dealt with. So it's true he's still alive.

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Run an identification check.

I believe that he'd been killed five years ago.

They must be talking about Mark Stewart, apparently killed in a plane crash.

When he died, Prince Albert became the heir.

Only became aware of his existence with the theft of Excalibur. And what if he

surfaces to claim the throne, the election, and our entire investment in

jeopardy? There's absolutely no danger.

I have something that my cousin wants more than the crown of England.

Faulkner, will you introduce the board to our insurance plan?

Rachel. My cousin Mark believes in the legend of King Arthur.

He even calls himself Tristan.

And this damsel in distress here is his true love, Gwynevere.

You'll die before you reach the throne, I can promise you. Mark will never let

you get away with this.

Someone will die, my dear.

But I'm afraid that fate belongs to your knight in shining armor. Thank you,

Falkner.

For that young lady, my cousin will trade Excalibur even his own life.

So, once Excalibur is mine, my election is guaranteed.

Somebody triggered the heat sensors. They know you're there.

So we're not in the vent just now? Well, somebody triggered it.

Um, I'm afraid that we have some unwelcome guests.

I look forward to seeing you all again at the victory celebrations.

Thank you.

You guys better clear out. Not before you get a copy of that business plan. It

shows the location of the tech lab.

I don't know about that.

Ryan,

you check the boardroom. You check communications.

You too with me. Come on.

Are we down there?

So let me guess.

You must be Mark Stewart.

I couldn't tell you who I was before because I didn't know who you worked

Why'd you fake your death?

I was useless as a public figure.

Nobody trusted my intentions, so I went underground to help the tickets.

So why did you suddenly come out of hiding to steal the sword?

Guinevere.

Rachel. I knew that Richard was planning to kill his father so that he could

become the king. I thought that if I stole the Excalibur, I could prevent his

murder. Hey, we gotta get you out of here.

No, you go. You take that van back to the elevator.

Hey, you're not going out there. Richard wants you dead. I have no choice.

They've got Rachel.

She's already lost one person she loves. I couldn't prevent Albert's murder.

You could, I.

Then you understand that nothing can stop me from saving Rachel. You, not

anyone. Listen, I understand your cause.

Albert died for it. There's no need for... And I understand your fight

the Tech Lords, and it's a good cause.

It's not so different from mine.

And there's nothing that I could say or do that could prevent you from pursuing

it, is there?

Even if it meant risking your life.

No.

I won't fail this time.

I won't apologize for interfering with your plans.

The search for justice needs no apology.

No, I don't mean that. For this.

There you go. We've got another.

More for the business plan? No!

Oh, come on.

Okay, you all right? Rachel, no!

She's all right.

She's all right. Get in there, okay?

Look, we're coming out. Be ready.

On the way.

Round four, please.

You know, you didn't have to risk it for that.

I hate tech as much as you do, Jake.

But not as much as fat in my own blood.

You're right.

You hit it too hard.

Can I suggest the airport as your next stop, sir? Oh, Battersea Palace, this.

Battersea? Oh, no, it's swarming with tech kids over there.

Oh, no, sir, no can do. You wouldn't refuse the future king now, would you?

No, you're all aligning. What's the rule?

Yes, right away, Battersea.

We thought you'd been captured.

Yeah, I might have been, but it didn't have some sense locked into me. What

happened?

Richard has made a pact with the tech lords.

And they're the ones backing his campaign.

But they guarantee the protection.

Complete freedom to manufacture tech.

You can't avoid it any longer.

What?

Then you have to take the throne, Tristan. You can't avoid it any longer.

mean, you've got no choice, have you?

Yeah, you're right, Galahad.

I've no choice.

I'm going to abdicate.

I shall return Excalibur to Richard.

You can't.

It's the symbol of the true king. You swore an oath of loyalty when you chose

lead the Tech Kids. I also loved one of them.

And my oath included her. Now, if I return the sword, then she shall be

released. You are king.

You can't abandon us. I am not the king.

Richard is.

And look at you.

You're not knights of the round table.

This is all just a fantasy that you clung to in order to escape reality.

That the woman that I love is in danger. And fantasy won't save her, but reality

will. And the reality is that I must return the sword.

We know we live in fantasy.

But have you forgotten the life that the fantasy saved us from?

Lancelot was nothing but a violent thief.

Galahad was headed for a life in the freedom.

I was nothing but a beggar living out of the garbage.

You inspired us all, Tristan.

You taught us how to survive.

Don't betray us now.

I have no choice.

I love Rachel.

Now, wait. There may be another way.

I agree, if you step down, there may not be any hope for the tech kids.

But you are their leader.

You're their leader, whether you like it or not. I won't abandon Rachel. You may

not have to.

You have the business plan?

Oh, yes, sir.

It details the conspiracy and the location of the tech lab.

Was Albert involved?

No. Prince Albert wasn't aware of the tech laws. He thought the campaign funds

were coming from the exhibition of the treasure.

Excellent work. I suggest you take the next shuttle home.

Um, there might be a bit of a delay. Something's just come up. I'll tell you

what's up.

Wingers found out that Jake is in London, and he's on his way. I don't

getting his hands on that business plan.

We don't know who's programming it.

Well, another priority's come up.

Jake, you've been begging me for a chance to cripple the tech lords. This

Now you come home.

That's an order.

You know the consequences if you don't obey.

Well, I guess I just realized that I'm not the only one on a crusade.

What I really need, I really need a disc copy of that tech lord meeting. I'm

sorry, Jake.

Well, I guess we're on our own. Oh, sir, I just found a connection between... I

can't believe you hung up on Pastor. Well, maybe you ought to go back, Sid.

What the heck? What's a couple of hours? Come on.

A couple of hours?

Rachel doesn't have a couple of hours.

Merlin, can you tap into the Cosmos Matrix? I needed this copy of that Tech

meeting, and I want you to be ready to broadcast it on a pirate signal. It

take a couple of seconds. Fine.

A couple of seconds. This guy's good. If we broadcast that, every tech kid in

the country will learn Richard's backing the Tech Lord.

He'll be Ryan.

No, not if Tristan goes on the air and he appeals for calm.

If we broadcast that meeting...

They'll kill Gwen and Vic. We get to her before the broadcast.

Oh, come on, Jacob. We're trying to go back in ritual. There's other ways to

in, Sid, like on the pirate station.

All right, you got it? Give it to me.

Come on.

Fire that thing up, Merlin. Let's go.

I hope these gentlemen haven't been hurting you, my dear.

Why are you worried, Richard?

You are the future queen of England.

Now, you really ought to eat something.

This could be a very long evening.

Besides, my chef makes an excellent cheese souffle.

He uses only the best British cheddar.

What are you up to, Richard?

Tristan, or shall we call him dear little cousin Mark, knows that I've

you spying on me.

So the question is, does Tristan love his Guinevere?

Do you think Mark is a fool?

He has excellent taste in women, I'll say that much for him.

You would make a ravishing queen.

So, the really burning question is, does Guinevere love her

sister?

This much.

Could you ever love

me that much?

I'd rather die.

That, of course, is your second option.

Prince Marcus call you, sir.

There, you see?

You are an irresistible man -trap.

I see you've chosen to follow in the footsteps of previous queens.

You've lost your head.

Over a poor choice of lovers.

Ah.

Speak of the devil.

Where?

And when?

being moved i know you don't believe in magic jake but whenever you and i we've

always had this connection we've always known when the others industries what is

this what is this some kind of what twin thing or something no they used to call

it vibes i have a feeling she's being moved i can't explain it but she's being

moved i'm on my way hey galahad how about some backup

sword. Good luck.

It's moving a feeling now, I'm sure. They're taking it somewhere.

It's all right. Sid's going to be there.

Okay? Relax.

Come on.

That's it, darling.

That's a little right.

Keep close.

They've got the future queen in there.

Richard's coming.

You played your Camelot fantasy long enough.

Now we play for real.

You're the pretender, Richard.

And I'll prove that now.

What is this place?

It's the tower.

The place where they chop the heads off the kings?

And queens.

Richard's here, and he's got Rachel.

So the last round wins.

The Android's loose.

It's an Android.

This game's getting serious now.

Rachel's in the tower. Let's go.

Come on.

Excuse me, mate. This gorgeous young lady says she's been invited to a party

this address.

Hello, darling.

Lovely night, isn't it?

Why don't you give it the kiss then, love?

Come on.

Oh, God!

Are you stupid for a living?

I think that you should reconsider.

There's nothing to change my mind.

What if I told you that Mark was dead?

Then you can kill me too.

Very well.

Suit yourself.

I hope you appreciate my flair for the dramatic.

You know what she is?

Puss, puss, puss, puss.

your father he was a fool and a weakling he wasted a fortune digging up the past

i was building the future

Say goodbye, Mr. Cardigan. It seems too premature somehow.

I don't know what the hell you're talking about.

I wasn't planning on coming back here to visit anybody in the freezer.

Then I'll just have to call on you at my earliest convenience.

I'll say the farewells. So then, after all, one must have something to look

forward to.

You see, there may do without these.

And these, I believe, are your passports.

Oh, thanks.

And you must be... Jake Cardigan.

Never heard of him. Good.

Because there's a Lieutenant Winger flying into Heathrow to have a Jake

arrested on an illegal entry charge.

But of course, if he were never here...

Excuse me, sir.

Will that be all for this evening?

Oh, yes.

Oh, no, that's quite all right. Mr.

Baskin took care of everything.

But I was thinking, sir, my missus probably has enough food for four. How

it? Some good English home cooking?

Some nice bubble and squeak?

No, we've got to pass.

Oh, but one thing.

There's a Lieutenant Winger.

He's due in at Heathrow. You could pick him up and you could take him the long

way around to Scotland Yard.

Better yet, take him to your house first for dinner.

Bubbling squeak?

Bubbling squeak it is, sir.

Good night, sir.

Good night, sir. Good night.

So what do we call you now?

Tristan, Guinevere, or your Royal Highnesses?

How about Mark and Rachel?

Queen Guinevere.

Sort of has a nice ring to it.

Well, how does Sir Sid sound?

Sounds better.

So, Mark, are you going to take the throne?

Not by force.

I still believe in free elections.

And the Roundheads will win this time, thanks to Richard.

I want to thank you.

Glad to see the sword's in the right hands.

Well,

you better take that.

I hope one day soon your badge will be back in the right hands.

Thanks.

Good luck to you.

Both of you.

They say the devil's in the details I know what they mean

I'm walking in the wasteland

With a ghost in the machine, there's a simulated sunset

and starlight in my eyes.

The skies are filled with miracles, and half of them are lies.

Are you being or not? It's a fine line.

Are you ready or not for the light of day?

Are you being or not?

These are strange times, and I don't want to live this way.

When you wake up from a nightmare, and it's worse when you're awake,

and there's no one you can turn to.

With a ghost in the machine, there's a simulated sunset,

and starlight in my eyes.

Skies are filled with miracles, and half of them are lies.

Are you real or not? It's a fine line.

Are you ready or not for the light of day?

Are you real or not? These are strange times, and I don't want to live this

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