[theme music]
♪ Where in the world is Carmen Sandiego? ♪
♪ Sandiego ♪
♪ Where in the world is Carmen Sandiego? ♪
[Player] I've been monitoring all usual channels for any chatter.
Total radio silence.
That's too quiet.
I've also spent the last 24 hours
hacking into every surveillance feed in Seattle I could find.
No sign of Carmen.
The Cleaners are all too good at covering their tracks.
[Player] You haven't turned up anything, either?
[Shadowsan] Nothing that will lead us to her.
And we can't just go kick down VILE's front door.
We don't know where they live anymore.
C'mon, guys.
This is Carmen Sandiego we're talking about.
She always finds her way out of scrapes.
Right?
Our best hope of learning where VILE might be keeping Carmen,
will be to intercept their next heist.
You wish to see me, Chief?
I thought you might want to get acquainted with ACME's newest recruit.
Well, reacquainted.
Agent Devineaux.
[gasps] Ms. Argent? Julia?
Agent Argent.
But... your academic career?
Yes, well, recent events have inspired a change of heart.
So, we are one big happy family now.
No longer trying to catch Carmen Sandiego?
I would have to resign all over again.
Then, I cannot wait to finally pursue real criminals with you.
I had other duties in mind for Agent Argent.
These are the closed Case Files pertaining to one, Dexter Wolfe.
I don't believe I know the name.
He was a key subject from ACME's "ancient history."
I have reason to believe this little research project
will be of particular interest to you.
[beeps]
[Saira] What will we call her once I've completed my "modifications?"
-Black Sheep? -[grunts]
[Gunnar] We will call her Carmen Sandiego.
[grunts]
For what better way to sully her good name,
as she begins a new chapter doing our bidding.
Relax, my dear. This won't hurt a bit.
[whirring]
[girl giggling]
[phone rings]
Anything?
[Player] VILE just broke their silence.
A major heist is going down tomorrow night in Vienna, Austria.
I will make it my business to intervene.
[Player] Our business.
[Ivy] We're coming too.
[Player] I'll book your flights.
[man 1] Graham Calloway was spotted in Vienna
moments ago in the vicinity of a major museum.
I hate to admit it, but he's the one piece of the puzzle
who doesn't quite add up.
If Carmen's a "good guy," what is her connection to Calloway?
There is only one person I know who is smart enough to solve that mystery.
[Contessa] Break time, Argent.
You and Devineaux are going on a little trip.
Okay, team. Get ready to rendezvous in Vienna.
It's the capital of Austria and its largest city.
Vienna has a strong musical heritage.
It's known for its ballroom dance, the Viennese Waltz.
And lots of famous composers
lived and worked there during the 18th and 19th centuries.
including Mozart, Beethoven, and Schubert.
Classical music is still a vibrant part of Vienna's identity today.
An upcoming concert features an original Stradivarius violin.
Built in the early 1700s by the famous Italian violin maker, Antonio Stradivari.
Only 512 are known to exist today.
And the instruments are legendary for their perfect sound,
as well as their red-colored varnish.
[Julia] From the 15th to the 20th century,
the Habsburg Family was one of the most powerful families in Austria.
Nearly 500 years?
Amazing.
[Julia] And this museum contains a multitude of treasures
from the Habsburg era.
Which could make it a potential target for VILE.
True. Yet, we do not know for certain
that Monsieur Calloway is affiliated with them.
To date, the only criminal act that we are aware he has committed,
besides assaulting me and fleeing ACME custody,
would be the minor home burglary in Reykjavik.
Indeed. Everything about this Graham Calloway,
including the nature of his connection to Carmen,
remains quite murky.
[clattering]
This will be like old times.
What?
This will be like old times.
Did you say something?
He's looking forward to our "class reunion."
He's not the only one.
Did you miss me, mates?
It is good to see you again, mi amigo.
And it is good to see that you remember us.
As if it were yesterday.
The goat, the mole, and the pussycat.
[footstep approaching]
[ominous music]
Hola, sewer rats.
[Tigress] Well, well. Look who decided to be fashionably late.
If you can call what she's wearing, fashionable.
[grunts]
Always looking to pick a fight, aren't you, kitty cat?
You should try picking your nose instead.
Whoa.
We're not roomies anymore. We're professionals.
With a job to do?
I guess you can breathe easy.
Halarious.
We gonna rock this thing, Gray?
It's Crackle now, remember?
I know. But you look like a Gray.
What Carmen said.
Let's rock this thing.
[lightning cracks]
[Gunnar] Our new Operative is in the field,
accompanied by the teammates most familiar to her.
They have been coached on what she does and does not remember.
And have been instructed to monitor her behavior
and report to us any sign of apprehension.
The memory wipe took Carmen "back in time."
As far as she knows,
she graduated from VILE Academy at the top of her class.
Despite Shadowsan's attempts to fail her.
You don't think she'll wonder where Shadowsan up and went?
All part of the grand fiction Carmen is currently inhabiting.
Shadowsan betrayed us and defected from VILE Island,
on the night of her graduation.
[ominous music]
It was a dark and stormy night.
[Saira] A most riveting origin story, wouldn't you say?
You two head-cases really thought this through.
As with Crackle, we went beyond a simple remapping
of Carmen's memories to make her one of us.
We needed to suppress her innate desire to do good.
By eliminating her ability to empathize with anyone,
but her closest allies in VILE.
We have, in essence, removed the one thing that made Carmen, Carmen.
We have removed her proverbial heart.
Everyone in position?
Ready to pounce.
-Aye-aye. -Aye-aye.
[Crackle] Then let's get this party started.
Security systems disabled starting right...
now.
[ominous music]
[Chase] Ms. Argent, this feels familiar, yet, somehow different, does it not?
Well, if you-know-who should appear, we would know we are on the right track,
and in good hands.
Ah, Agent Zari. What a coincidence bumping into you here.
We're your backup.
We've been instructed to follow Agent Argent's lead.
Oh. Well then...
I suppose it couldn't hurt for the two of you
to gain access to the interior,
while Agent Devineaux and I resume our perimeter check.
Understood.
Did you bring our shopping list?
We take only the best of the best.
And leave the rest.
[ominous music]
[grunting]
[gasps]
[groans]
It's him alright.
Say hello to VILE.
Who's unfashionably late, now?
Zing. I had to tuck in some guards.
So, they're cat-a-tonic? [scoffs]
Adios, Gatita.
[phone rings]
[Zari] We just took a member of VILE into custody.
He may still have accomplices inside.
We are on it.
-Did you see that? -What?
Go on ahead. I will report once I find out.
[thumping]
Bonsoir, Dry Cleaners.
[thuds]
Aha!
You!
[suspenseful music]
[groans]
Come back, Monsieur Calloway.
You and I have a lovely conversation to finish.
La Femme Rouge is clearly on the case.
No, not again.
[crackles]
[fizzes]
[phone rings]
Yes?
[Julia] Agent Devineaux, meet me outside.
-Now? But I am so close to-- -We would not want to intrude
upon whatever "The Crimson Ghost" may have planned tonight, would we?
Such as returning any stolen items.
And that is why you are the smartest person I know.
It's your lucky night, flatfoot.
To any sewer rats or kitty cats currently in transit above ground,
steer clear of the northwest perimeter.
I just had my own close call with the blue coats.
These agents are plainclothes, but they're definitely on stakeout.
[Crackle] Well, we stick with the original plan.
We hide in plain sight. So, drop off your dry cleaning,
and meet us at the rendezvous point, ASAP.
Sure, Gray. I just have one more stop to make.
[Crackle] What? That's not the plan...
[beeps]
Oh, boy.
It's definitely my color. And I think it's playing my song.
[classical music]
[applause]
[crowd clamors]
[gasps] Someone call the polizei!
Oh, Crackle.
I do hope you are calling to report success.
Well, overall, yes. But...
Oh, do not tell me she has gone rogue already.
That girl's nothin' but heartache.
I wouldn't be concerned just yet, but Carmen did decide to go off and--
[violin playing]
Any music lovers out there?
[gasps]
That would not be an original Stradivarius, would it?
And the Countess wins a prize. Hey, how about this one?
So, we have laid claim to treasures and an antique potentially worth millions,
all in one night?
However did you manage to pull that off?
I'm in Vienna. I waltzed in, and I waltzed out.
[Player] Guys, heard from Shadowsan?
-No. -Think something's wrong?
Can't say. He's not picking up.
But get this, I hacked into local surveillance earlier,
and my facial recognition software just got this match.
Carm's okay, and she's in Vienna?
Maybe she got loose from VILE here, and she's on the run?
Now, where can we find Carm?
There she is. Rookie of the year.
-To Carmen. -To Carmen.
-C'mon, friends?
Sure, BFFs.
You know, if you'd told us about the fancy fiddle,
we could've helped.
A girl can't impulse shop?
Mm.
Find any weapons or ID?
Just this. I'll have HQ unlock it.
How long have I been unconscious?
We'll ask the questions here.
I will not be here to answer them.
Player, I am back. Any updates?
[laughs]
Who knew "water balloon maneuvers" would be part of crime school training?
That stunt nearly got us all expelled.
Was it not worth it
just to see the look on The Bookkeeper's face?
Absolument.
Well, well. My plainclothes pals. Wait for my signal, "Crackle."
Whoa! Really?
Why do you keep insisting on taking these risks?
I do it for the mental gymnastics.
I'm not gonna stop her.
Carm?
[panting]
Carm.
Are you all right?
It's Carmen, and why wouldn't I be all right?
I'm better than all right.
I'm on top of the world.
-[people scream] -Whoa.
[groans]
Carm, what's wrong?
Don't you recognize me?
I recognize a problem
[screams]
What?
Hang on, Zack.
Crikey.
[grunts]
Carm, help me.
See all those tiny dots?
Try hitting the one
that looks like your partner on the way down.
[groans]
No!
[sighs]
[groans]
I looked Carmen right in the eye.
She didn't know who I was. It... it was like she wasn't even there.
[Shadowsan] It is as I feared.
Not only did Dr. Bellum selectively erase Carmen's memories.
She suppressed Carmen's empathy.
What-pathy?
Her ability to feel for others.
She definitely didn't care if I lived or died.
If it is any consolation, she was not the Carmen that we know.
She was programmed by Dr. Bellum
to become the Operative VILE always wanted her to be.
Okay. So, how do we get our Carmen back?
We would, of course, first need to catch her.
Then, hope that the real Carmen still exists...
somewhere deep within her.
[man 1] Brussels,
Copenhagen, St. Petersburg. Each heist bolder than the last.
And to add insult to injury, Calloway's been her usual accomplice.
Carmen's behavior does not make sense. Not after Egypt.
But I must admit that these crimes deviate from her usual pattern.
Not a single stolen object has been returned since Vienna.
Could it be that Carmen is playing a longer game?
Possibly, while deep undercover within VILE?
Or perhaps she has an evil twin?
Just when you think you have Sandiego pegged, she pivots.
She's perpetually shape-shifting.
I think we need to accept that we have been played by her.
Again.
I have no choice but to put all ACME resources
into taking her down.
For good this time.
While her tactics certainly test our own risk tolerance thresholds,
I must admit that she has been achieving quite spectacular results.
There is no denying that our former student
and nemesis has single-handedly reversed our fortunes.
She is our strongest asset, and finest Operative.
And she pulls it off without ever breaking a sweat
or mussing her hair.
With witty banter to boot, so droll.
[giggles]
So, shall we take that vote?
[lightning cracks]
[ominous music]
[thunder roars]
It's no tropical island paradise, but it's cozy.
[Countess Cleo] Carmen, dearest, we have asked you here today
to acknowledge your outstanding performance in all VILE matters.
I owe it to my excellent schooling.
We wish to reward you,
by offering you our vacant Faculty position.
Shadowsan's old seat?
I'm in.
Our little lamb's finally all grown up.
Please know, that you did not merely earn this seat.
Oh? Do tell.
It is your birthright, my dear, for VILE blood runs in your veins.
We knew your father, Dexter Wolfe.
He was once a member of our prestigious organization.
Knew?
While he was among the living.
He in fact held this very seat, beside us.
Until the traitor, Shadowsan, went and stole his life.
[thunder roaring]
[ominous music]