01x03 - Veering Off Course

[bunniefuu]

[mysterious theme music plays]

[horse whinnying]

[rocks crumbling]

[struggling]

Brooklyn, you okay?

Oh, yeah, living my best life.

- [rock falling]

- Aah!

Ah! There's someone up there.

He's going to let us fall!

He wouldn't do that.

Hey, you wouldn't do that, would you?

What do you think?

[both] Cassidy?

Who were you expecting?

Harry Styles?

Hold on a second.

Tell me she didn't

just say, "Hold on."

Brooklyn, my hand!

You can do this, Malibu.

[straining]

I'm slipping!

[yelping]

- [grunting]

- [branch cracking]

Oh, no

If this is it, I just want to tell you--

Oh!

What? What did you

want to tell--

Ooh!

Hang on tight!

H'yah!

[grunting]

[grunting]

[panting] I thought

that would be easier.

[panting]

Especially with

all the planks we do, girl.

Oh

Whew!

Unh!

Thank you, Cassidy!

You totally saved us!

We thought we were done for.

We also thought you were Denholm.

Denholm?

He's been after us all day.

We think he helped steal Pepper.

[horse whinnying]

[snorting and blowing]

Aw, Tornado

You just miss Pepper, don't you?

Don't worry.

We'll help you find her.

[horses whinnying]

- [horses snorting]

- [Brooklyn chuckling]

Aw

You sure he was trying to steal Tornado?

He seems pretty harmless.

Oh, no, he is very much full of harm.

You need to arrest him

as soon as we get back.

At the very least, take him

down to Scotland Yard for questioning.

You wouldn't mind

if I went on ahead, would you?

I need to get my reports

back to the department.

All good. See you later?

Absolutely.

H'yah!

[horse whinnying]

Do you think we could

take it up maybe to a trot?

I don't know.

What do you think, Tornado?

It's not like she underst--

[whinnying]

[gasping] Brooklyn!

You're some kind of

secret horse whisperer?

Now what?

Ugh, we take a long, hot shower.

And then immediately tell Lady Carson.

She thinks we stole Pepper.

We need to let her know

she hired a horse-napper,

and clear our names.

[whinnying]

You gonna be okay, girl?

Shall we take our shortcut?

Uh

you don't think he's in there, do you?

Denholm?

He's got to know we're on to him.

He wouldn't be caught dead around here.

Hmm

"Hmm"?

Like in, "Hmm, do you remember

how to get back?"

There are, like,

a million different tunnels,

and they all look the same.

Are you telling me we're lost?

No?

Are you not telling me we're lost?

Yes?

Mm yeah, this is the one.

Are you sure?

I mean, like, sure.

Uh

Malibu, wait up!

[adventure theme plays]

[horse whinnying]

- Aah!

- Whaa!

[sighing]

Hmm, I think it's time

that we give ourselves up.

Ha-ha weren't you

the one worried

about being locked up

in the Tower of London?

Technically, the Tower's more of

a tourist destination these days

than penitentiary.

We haven't done anything.

What could they possibly do to us?

Nothin'. You with me?

I'm with you.

But if we do get stuck

in the Tower of London,

I want a cell with a view.

Well, this is simply unacceptable,

and I won't stand for it!

I'm sorry, ma'am, but at this point,

there's very little we can do.

That's our cue, Malibu.

We formally wish to surrender.

We throw ourselves on

the mercy of the British courts.

And it's rare these cases ever get solved.

Isn't that your job?

Uh, excuse us, hi!

Did you hear what we said?

Brooklyn and I are surrendering,

and we need a good lawyer.

Actually, Miss,

we call lawyers "solicitors"

in this country.

Or sometimes "barristers."

[chuckling]

Well, technically,

a barrister is a trial lawyer,

but they're requesting

initial legal representation,

in which case, they'll need a solicitor.

[sighing] You have been cleared.

You are no longer a

what did you call it?

"Person of Interest," ma'am.

Some of us never found them interesting

in the first place.

What they have failed to do

is find my dear Pepper,

or the Diamond Saddle.

Well, "fail" is a bit harsh,

ma'am, don't you think?

Have you found either of them,

or is "found" too harsh a word?

We prefer the word "un-lost,"

but technically, no.

And do you have any leads?

At the moment, we do not.

This is who we hired to get

to the bottom of the case?

[sobbing]

You still have me, Mother.

Of course, yes.

Agent Cassidy seemed confident

that she had some leads.

Agent Cassidy, ma'am?

On a secret mission, remember?

[laughing nervously] Never mind.

Don't worry, Lady Carson.

We'll help find Pepper.

A couple of teenagers from across the pond

will solve the case? [laughing]

With what resources?

A little something called our brains.

Oh, bless your hearts, dears.

I have no doubt

you will definitely do, uh

something.

Well, it looks like

you won't be needing us

anymore then, Lady Carson.

Yeah, now that you have

the American teen sensations on the case.

[laughing]

And at least you have

the insurance on the horse.

Yes, dear, there is always that.

Our minds were blown.

Lady Carson had insured Pepper.

And suddenly focused

the spotlight of suspicion

on Lady Carson.

With her prized horse stolen,

she could collect the insurance money

all to herself.

I mean, who insures a horse?

Uh, not to "actually" you,

but almost all show horses are insured.

It's standard practice

in the highly competitive

and lucrative equine competition world.

- Wait, is that true?

- Mm-hmm.

Still, Lady Carson was now

officially a person of interest.

Dun-dun-dun! ♪

[regal theme plays]

I can't believe we're almost there.

Ma'am, how much longer?

[taxi driver] About six hours.

Seven, tops.

Eight if there's traffic.

See, Marcus? Seven, tops!

I'm gonna starve by then.

Aunt V's gonna have

so much grub at her house.

British cuisine is like

the best food you've ever had.

She's gonna have those scones

for us, though, right?

So many scones, you'll be sick of them.

At this point, I just feel like

we have to reevaluate everyone.

There are still a lot

of potential suspects here.

- Denholm?

- [Malibu] Pretty sketchy.

Still think he's our guy.

[Brooklyn] And Morgan?

[Malibu] Something's still

not quite right about that fall.

- Lady Puddington?

- Shady.

A nominee for worst neighbor

of the year, maybe,

but is she the thieving type?

[Brooklyn] Ugh, and these two?

Dietrich and Giovanni.

Yeah.

We don't know much

about either of them, do we?

But Dietrich is the head

of the Royal Equine Society,

and Giovanni loves expensive things.

Horses, diamonds

maybe not suspicious,

but definitely suspicious-adjacent.

[Brooklyn] And Lady Carson?

I didn't think she was a suspect,

but the insurance money

does give her a clear motive.

Want to put a pin in that?

Hmm, anything's possible, I guess.

So now what?

Cassidy mentioned

the security footage

in Lady Carson's office.

Maybe there's some answers in there.

But the footage was wiped, remember?

The footage of the theft was wiped,

but what about anything

before Pepper was taken?

We can look at that!

And we're off to the races!

Pun intended?

[chuckling] Always.

[spy theme plays]

Cassidy was right.

The footage from the moment

Pepper was taken is gone.

Brooklyn, look!

This was from before Morgan's fall.

Hold up, did she just loosen the strap

after I fixed it for her?

What exactly is going on here?

It's Dietrich Blutbergmann,

and this is from during the gala.

Ha!

Man, that's a really fun name to say.

Blutbergmann

Blutbergmann!

[Malibu] I thought we ruled

Lady Puddington out yesterday, but

[Brooklyn] She doesn't exactly

exude innocence, does she?

[Malibu] Neither does Herr Blutbergmann.

Huh, that is fun to say.

[laughing] Right?

[Malibu] Mr. Binatchi

looks overly animated.

- Is there sound?

- Comin' up.

[Giovanni]

no, no, no, no, no!

You need to get me to Venice immediately!

That is why you buy me a jet, huh?

What's in Venice?

Seriously!

What the heck was that?

How do they even know each other?

I don't know. Why didn't

Cassidy say anything?

Wait, when was this?

[Brooklyn] This is now.

Cassidy is horse-napping

Tornado right now!

How's the leg feeling, dear?

A bit better, thank you.

You have to rest it.

Don't want to make the injury worse.

[kissing]

[distant shouting]

Tornado! Ah! Tornado!

[both shouting] Hey! Wait!

Someone! Help!

Something's wrong!

Mother?

[grunting]

Wait!

Mom!

[sighing]

[Malibu] Cassidy, stop!

[Brooklyn] Let Tornado go.

[whinnying]

Stop!

Brooklyn, this way!

Stop!

[brakes screeching]

There's no way out, Cassidy.

You might as well give up.

What's she doing?

Maybe she didn't hear you say

there was no way out.

[Malibu] She's heading toward the arena!

[Brooklyn] Stop!

Malibu, the gate!

She's trapped.

There's no way out!

You might want to stop using that phrase.

You don't have to do this, Cassidy.

Think of Tornado.

She is not--

She totally is.

[tires squealing]

[breathing hard]

Uh, what do we do now?

[horn beeping "Rule, Britannia"]

Get in!

Let's ride!

[tires squealing]

Oopsie!

- [girls gasping]

- Oops!

I haven't driven since 1987!

[yelping]

Whoa!

Lady Carson, you're on

the wrong side of the road!

Oh, dear, my mistake.

No! You were

on the right side before.

- I was?

- [Malibu] She wasn't.

She was on the left side.

[Brooklyn] They drive

on the left side here,

not the right.

How do you not know this?

Usually I'm the drivee, not the driver.

[truck horn blaring]

[screaming]

Whoa!

Look! The van!

[horn blaring]

[tires squealing]

Whoa! That was close.

Lady Carson?

It's all over!

- [sobbing]

- What is?

The competition!

Carson Stables!

Everything! [sobbing]

It'll be okay.

It won't!

First, Pepper and the saddle.

Now, Tornado!

Now we have approximately

a zero percent chance

of winning on Saturday,

and without that purse,

we will lose the stables!

The estate!

Heavens, how will I face my girl?

What about the insurance?

There was no insurance.

That was a lie.

I mean, who insures a horse?

[together] No motive!

Lady Carson,

we're going to help you get Pepper back.

And Tornado.

And the Diamond Saddle.

And save Carson Estates!

Really?

I mean, I believe you, but how?

We can start by following Cassidy.

There she is!

[adventure theme plays]

[tires squealing]

We've got her!

- [tires squealing]

- Ha-ha!

What's she doing at the train station?

I'll give you two guesses.

You know, not every situation

calls for sarcasm.

Good luck, Barbie and Barbie!

You're not coming in?

I will endeavor to park the car.

[tires squealing]

- [smashing]

- Ooh!

[Lady Carson]

Oh! I'm doing it! I'm parking!

- [car accelerating]

- [Lady Carson laughing]

- [crashing]

- [cat meowing]

[Malibu] There she is!

So sorry.

Ooh, nice coat.

On your left.

Excuse me!

Pardon me!

Watch out!

Uh! Ooh, apologies!

Uh, excuse me!

She must already be inside.

[announcer] Final boarding call

on platform ten.

Now, I know what you're thinking.

This seems impulsive, dangerous,

definitely reckless

Or maybe not?

Well, we have to stop Cassidy, right?

And what better way to see the countryside

than a train ride

as we catch a horse-napper.

[chuckling]

Just like in the brochure.

Brochure? What are we, 65?

[train horn blowing]

Our best strategy is probably to split up

and cover more ground.

I'll find Tornado.

I'm on Cassidy.

Quiet!

- Got you!

- [gasping]

Oh, I am so sorry.

You look just like--

Shh! Shh!

[whispering] I'm so sorry.

[door opening]

Don't worry, Tornado.

You're safe now.

What do you think you're doing?

I just need to open this door.

That's the animal car.

I know, it's just that--

It's for animals only.

Yes, I know what an animal car is, but I--

Ticket, please.

Uh

I don't speak British?

Come with me.

You don't understand.

My horse is in there!

I mean, not my horse, but wait!

Aunt V is gonna freak out

when she sees us.

I can almost taste those scones.

May I help you?

I'm Ken.

Cousin Ken, from California.

[Morgan] Ken? You're here!

[gasping with effort]

Dear cousin, whatever are you doing here?

It's been positively forever.

And who's this?

I'm Marcus.

Also from California.

Are the Barbies here?

Oh them.

You just missed them.

They went out for a drive with Mother.

A drive? Wait, what?

I was told there'd be scones?

Is that so? Well, come on, then.

I'll take you to the kitchen.

[grunting]

Okay.

[suspenseful music plays]

[inhaling deeply]

Ticket, please.

- Excuse me?

- Ticket?

Well, it's an interesting story.

We're actually

trying to rescue a stolen horse

and catch the person who stole her,

and we inadvertently boarded the train

with the full intention--

I've already stopped listening.

Let's go.

But--

Hey, she got you, too.

Mm-hmm, sure did.

Wouldn't even listen to my explanation.

I pretended that I didn't speak British.

And how'd that work?

Not so good.

[train horn blaring]

How long have we been standing here?

One hour? Two hours?

Seven-and-a-half minutes.

- What?

- Excuse me, ma'am,

is there any way we can

get out of Dining Car jail?

Oh, yes, of course.

You may purchase a full-price ticket.

That seems reasonable.

Why didn't you say so in the first place?

That will be 120 pounds.

- Pardon me?

- Say what, now?

That's the fare.

Certainly doesn't seem very fair.

How does anybody afford to take

the train in this country?

It's a very reasonable price

for economy class to Venice, Italy.

[both] Italy?!

[mysterious theme music plays]