Carmen Sandiego

In just the last few weeks,

this Carmen Sandiego has managed to rob millions of euros combined

from a Swiss bank, a high-end art gallery in Cairo,

and a Shanghai amusement park.

Before vanishing without a trace.

Headquarters has yet to discern any pattern

except that our perpetrator always wears a scarlet coat and fedora

and seems to announce her crimes

by making random public appearances beforehand.

Such as the nearby café sighting earlier today.

So we must ask ourselves, who in the world is Carmen Sandiego?

Why would a thief draw attention to herself

by leaving clues and wearing bold colors?

Perhaps stealing's a game to her.

Ha! The game is over.

She is in my jurisdiction now, though I question why.

Poitiers is rich with medieval history.

Perhaps she is targeting a priceless antique

or historic artifact from one of its many churches, or...

Ms. Argent, you are an agent of Interpol, not a museum guide.

So you may stop sharing dull facts about boring things.

You have been on the force merely a fortnight, have you not?

You have so much to learn,

and since you have been assigned to my department,

Um, uh...

I, Chase Devineaux, will be your teacher.

- Inspector Devineaux, sir... - Nuh-uh.

Sit back, watch, and learn how to catch a thief.

She's right there!

Huh?

La Femme Rouge!

Remain here!

And radio for assistance?

No, the crimson ghost is mine!

On top of the world.

I can see La Cathédrale Saint-Pierre from here.

Friendly advice?

Save the sightseeing for after the job.

Player, glad to hear you're on board.

You know I wouldn't miss a night out with you for the world, Red.

Let's get this party started.

Virtual Paris sure looks lovely this time of year.

Touring through France,

locking onto your position over there in Poitiers...

and we're synced.

If our intel is accurate,

the next stop on your sightseeing tour of historic Poitiers should be...

50 yards dead ahead.

- How's my temperature? - Warm, Red.

Getting warmer.

You're red hot.

Analyzing frequencies.

Decrypting security codes.

Alarm system disabled.

But I'm picking up another signal.

Could be a trap.

Let's find out.

Watch your step, Red.

"Watch my step."

Well, this just became worth a whole lot less.

Why must the elevator date back two centuries?

Was no one ever in a hurry back then?

Okay, who walls up an atrium?

Anyone who values storage over natural light.

He said, a little too knowingly.

Don't judge. I'm happy here in my dark little cave.

You called it, Player.

Right tool for the job. Ah, this works.

Safe cracked.

The Eye of Vishnu.

What is it, Red?

I'm staring at something I thought I'd never, ever set eyes on again.

It better be more valuable

than a sparkly blue gemstone the size of my head.

Define "valuable."

They say beauty's in the eye of the beholder.

Are you gonna tell me what it is, Red, or...

Interpol! Open this door!

Bag the gem and get out of there already!

I said open up!

Stop, thief!

On whose authority?

On the authority of, uh...

Inspector Chase Devineaux, Interpol.

"- Chase," huh? - Let's see what's in a name.

I order you to stop!

You didn't say for how long.

It was implied!

Uh-hh!

Au revoir.

Oof!

- Did you just...? - Never mind that!

Where in the world is Carmen Sandiego?

My train.

I'm right on time.

Like you ever aren't. Ticket purchased and uploading.

She has to land sometime. How far can she possibly get?

She is heading for the train station.

Secure the crime scene! Deduce what was stolen.

Inspector. Good news, I hope.

Ms. Argent... Julia...

you're the smartest person I know, so tell me, please...

is it possible for an automobile to catch a moving train?

Driving aggressively, of course.

Well, I'm really not much of a math detective,

but I suppose it depends upon how many stops the train makes

and for how long at each.

Mm-hmm. Then perhaps I shall catch this Little Red Robbing Hood.

First class. Sweet.

My treat, Red. You earned it.

Well, well.

Blast from the past, eh?

Red! Carmen!

Dude, seriously? Static cling?

Side effect of the directional EMP.

So you can forget about reaching for your phone or fancy toys.

They're dead.

I know how an electromagnetic pulse works, Gray.

You aren't the only one who passed Dr. Bellum's class.

And you didn't really think I'd take any of your bait

without checking for a tracking device, did you, Gray?

That's right, I wanted you to find me.

It's time we tied up loose ends.

You were the only loose end until five seconds ago

when I captured the elusive Carmen Sandiego.

Or should I call you...

"Black Sheep"?

Welcome to VILE Training Academy for thieves.

V-I-L-E. Valuable Imports, Lavish Exports.

We traffic stolen goods to the four corners of the globe.

You've each been hand-picked for our one-year program

due to the extraordinary potential you've demonstrated.

I am Coach Brunt, and these are my house rules.

Rule number one... no contact with the outside world.

That means no portable electronic devices allowed.

And rule number two... first names only

until you get assigned your code name.

Ain't that right, Lambkins?

Lambkins? Who knew VILE had a mascot?

Whoa!

Only my friends call me "Lambkins." My code name's Black Sheep.

Do you understand? Nod if you understand.

Uh-huh.

You really schooled me the day we met.

I thought you should know who you were dealing with.

Well, it seems I still don't know.

The slick red hat, the exotic new name.

Who are you, really?

A professional thief, just like you.

No, you weren't like the rest of us.

How did you ever wind up in crime school?

You want the whole story?

Your clock runs out when we reach Paris. Make it count.

From what I've been told, I was found as a baby,

abandoned by the side of a road just outside Buenos Aires, Argentina.

A set of Russian nesting dolls were my only belongings.

I was brought to an island paradise

that just happened to be home to a school for thieves.

That's right, VILE Academy.

It was no grade school,

but I was homeschooled by a revolving door of nannies.

Some taught me how to read and write,

and most taught me about the diverse places they were from.

Istanbul, not Constantinople!

Their languages.

Uh, ni hao.

Their cultures.

Olé!

I was found without a note or any ID, so guess who got their code name early.

Hey, Black Sheep.

What's up, Black Sheep?

Not your pants!

I got to hang out on campus with the big kids.

I was literally the only child

on the Isle of VILE...

which meant I got away with murder.

Requesting clearance.

Why, you...!

Uh-oh.

Sure, the Campus of Crime was no place for children,

but I never once felt like I was in danger.

I was part of the family. I had protection.

Problem here?

Ugh!

I never learned who found me as a baby.

Oh, let's get you a cupcake, sugar pie.

But I always suspected it was Coach Brunt.

The island was my world.

For all I knew, the Earth was square.

There was no right or wrong.

Thievery was a competition, a game.

One I was ready to play for real.

I couldn't bear watching 40 thieves graduate from the academy

year after year.

I wanted to get out there and be one of those thieves already!

Whoa!

A white hat?

"Better beef up your security. I got in."

"Got in"? Where? Here?

- Hello? - He... hello?