All language subtitles for Carmen Sandiego - NFX 2019 S02E10 The Deep Dive Caper

♪ Where in the world is Carmen Sandiego? ♪

♪ Sandiego ♪

♪ Where in the world is Carmen Sandiego? ♪

You're risking your neck on the word of Coach Brunt

without even trying to talk to Shadowsan?

So he can tell me only half the story like always?

No, Player, I'll learn what there is to know about my family

all on my own, the only sure way I know.

I'm going back to VILE Island.

She said she'd never go back.

I said I'd never go back to that cheese steak joint in Southie

after it made my guts explode, but, mm-hmm, those peppers and onions!

My fist is gonna make your guts explode if you say anything to upset Carmen!

Every mission in VILE's history is archived on their mainframe.

I'll infiltrate the server room

and sync you in so you can download the case files.

It'll be just like old times.

Red, are you sure this isn't one for ACME?

Coach Brunt's little sneak attack on the train fried my communicator.

I have no way of contacting Chief.

- I can probably help with that.
- What?

I traced her transmission

when I spotted you talking to her in Botswana.

It was Shadowsan's idea.

Infiltrating VILE requires stealth.

If they saw ACME coming, they'd wipe all data from the site

and I might never learn the truth.

Carm, approaching position!

- No!
- Red, what is it?

It's gone.

The Academy, all of it.

Our glorious institution has weathered many storms,

and I have every conviction that we will weather this one.

We should welcome this new chapter in VILE's history as a new beginning.

Like our last "new beginning" went so well?

That would be the day Shadowsan brought Black Sheep to this island.

And for that, I vow to mash him up and stuff him into her fancy red hat!

There are more devastating ways to wreak revenge

than bodily harm, Coach dearest.

Oh? I'm not personally familiar with those ways.

Have you forgotten that we possess secrets

which would certainly put the two of them at each other's throats?

Imagine what payback Carmen Sandiego might wreak upon Shadowsan

if she ever learned the truth.

Let them destroy each other from the inside out.

Do consider planting that seed in Carmen's head instead of your fist

the next time she darkens your path.

Who knows? In Botswana perhaps.

Evacuation complete.

Then tallyho.

Farewell, sweet palace.

Cleaners, scrub it.

This is the last time I ever take the advice of Ms. Argent.

Or anyone in a dream!

No. No, no, no, no!

No!

I was able to tap into a weather satellite system, Red.

I'm seeing all sorts of wreckage on the ocean floor.

If the case files are down there, I'll find them.

I won't let VILE rob the truth from me.

Player, I'm in.

She's been down there a long time.

- Carmen!
- Peppers and onions!

Did you find what you were after?

We need to get this to Player.

Huh?

Wait! Wait!

No.

We might have fared far worse in Botswana

if Coach Brunt or any operatives had been taken captive.

Or if any key intelligence had been confiscated by ACME.

We owe it to Roundabout's strategic foresight in the matter.

And for that, he has my vote.

Gunnar!

Terribly sorry again about the bungle in Botswana, old chap.

It all worked out, Roundabout.

In fact, we've decided it's high time our open position be filled...

by you.

Fancy that!

I would be honored to take my seat in the illustrious Faculty lounge,

at the table which looks not at all how I remember it.

Who here needs a refill?

Reswill.

Hit me, sugar.

A temporary workspace.

Our first order of business with you onboard

will be to scout a suitable site for our relocation.

Ah!

Come on, come on!

Ha ha!

I have created fire!

All hail the fire king!

No. No, no, no, no!

No!

No. No.

Devineaux.

This is your supervisor speaking.

I must regretfully terminate you from Interpol.

Have a nice life.

Red, I just retrieved the file.

Buenos Aires, Argentina, 20 years ago.

So far, Brunt's story checks out.

Shadowsan was dispatched there to take out a hit

on someone named "Dexter Wolfe."

Wolfe?

Could that be my family name? Does it say anything about a wife or...

No, it doesn't.

Why did they want Wolfe gone?

Well, he must have been onto them.

He was Interpol?

Not Interpol, a traitor to VILE.

So "Wolfe" was a codename.

He was a VILE operative?

Not exactly.

He was VILE Faculty.

Your silence... is like thunder.

- Did you take my father's life?
- No.

Dexter Wolfe. I read the files.

I see.

If you run, I will find you.

No more running.

No more secrets.

I'm listening.

Your father taught Stealth 101 at VILE Academy during my time there.

I learned a lot from Instructor Wolfe...

when he was present.

For, like his namesake,

The Wolf relished the hunt far too much to lead an idle academic life.

The Faculty tolerated Wolfe's leaves of absence

because he always delivered.

Never bypassing an opportunity to steal the shirt off someone's back

if he saw fit.

I was a first-year operative when I was called back for an urgent matter.

Dexter Wolfe had been going off grid for longer spells with greater frequency.

The Faculty suspected that Wolfe's excursions were no longer crime related

and discovered that he had been secretly moving VILE assets

into personal Swiss bank accounts.

The signs were all there...

your father had been preparing to leave VILE.

And no one ever leaves VILE.

I was hand-picked for my specific talents.

My orders were to track the movements of my former teacher.

Gather what information I could about the nature of his betrayal

and tie off loose ends.

I tracked Wolfe to a town just outside Buenos Aires, Argentina.

It was immediately clear

that he had indeed been leading a secret life in South America

and was preparing to run.

And that I had no other option but to carry out my mission.

Yet, an unexpected obstacle dropped into my path.

You.

If your mother were anywhere on those grounds that day,

I never saw her.

Only a nanny, several packed suitcases, and plane tickets.

It was all too easy to see why Wolfe had wanted out of VILE.

Being a father had changed him.

He had been planning to end his criminal career not for himself,

but for his daughter, his family.

You stole his life.

As you well know more than anyone, Carmen, I have made grave mistakes.

It is this road that I once chose.

But I do not consider myself an evil man,

despite my former allegiances...

only a soldier with orders to obey.

Yet, nothing could have prepared me for what happened next.

It appeared VILE had not been the only entity hunting The Wolf.

Your father promised to return soon

and asked you to play a game.

See how long you could remain quiet.

His words failed to convince,

so he found another way to pacify you.

He knew he might never see you again.

I could see it in his eyes.

I am convinced that every decision your father subsequently made

was with your safety in mind.

But desperation has a way of making even the most accomplished thief

err in judgment.

Your father's life was not robbed by VILE, but by a young agent.

I never saw her again, not until recently...

when I came to realize she is now the Chief of ACME.

And that is how the deed was done.

You're lying.

The case file didn't mention Chief or Interpol.

With good reason.

The Faculty relied solely upon my report and I opted to withhold details.

If there were any way to prove it to you, I would,

but no physical evidence survived.

Wolfe may have been a traitor, but he was also a direct link to VILE.

Protocol dictated

that I scrub the site of anything potentially incriminating quickly,

before the police could enter.

You were the only loose end I was thoroughly unprepared to tie off.

Explaining any particulars of how the deed was done

seemed entirely beside the point at the time...

...being that I had more unusual actions to justify.

Oh.

Why on Earth would you bring this thing back to the island?

Well, now what was Shadowsan supposed to do?

What we always do with loose ends.

The child is far too young to have any memory of anything

which could compromise us in the future.

But what do we feed it?

And who will clean its...

My pocket protector!

Well, well, looks like lil' lambkins is a natural-born thief.

Like her father.

With proper rearing, she could make a fine operative one day.

Oh-ho!

Yes, yes, yes, come to mama bear.

We entered a pact to keep your lineage secret from you.

That was the first vote taken by the Faculty that night.

And the second?

The decision to award your father's vacant seat to me in return for my deed.

All this time...

Even if I believed you, why would you keep it a secret?

Why would you make me find out on my own?

Because I have spent nearly half my life watching you forge a remarkable path,

one of honor and courage.

A road of your own choosing.

I feared that learning VILE's blood runs in your veins

might cause you to question your life's mission.

I feared providing you with any excuse to veer from your course

against your one true enemy.

One non-fat latte, coming right up.

Stupid thing won't open.

First day?

That obvious, huh?

Ooh, baby, that's hot!

I would have called.

Lost my pen.

So, you must be ready to enlist.

I'm still undecided.

- I'm not getting my latte, am I?
- I wouldn't drink it.

You went to some trouble to find me, Sandiego.

I assume to get to know me better before you can trust me.

I know you like cats.

Persian long-hairs, apparently.

You are good.

Does it have a name?

Commander.

Cute.

When I'm ready, you'll know.

Chief? But you're...

Special occasion, Argent.

We're about to receive confirmation.

Of what?

Of your remarkable instincts regarding one Carmen Sandiego.

Something's wrong.

We have a breach. Someone's in the network.

Good luck accessing ACME files without a pass code.

No!

We're in.

We just need that pass code.

Try variations on "Commander."

Boom! I'm on a shopping spree.

Shadowsan's story checks out.

Former Interpol Agent Tamara Fraser is on record

taking responsibility for Wolfe's death

and leveraging the case to form a special investigative unit... ACME.

According to this, ACME's very first case file,

Wolfe set fire to what was assumed to be his own villa.

By all indications, they never realized anyone else, including you, was present.

Wolfe wasn't the name on the house deed, though.

The actual homeowner succumbed to a terminal illness

just two weeks earlier.

A woman, Vera Cruz.

Sounds like a codename.

We are dealing with VILE.

Which is why I won't believe any obituary in ACME's files.

Not without proof.

Textbook Stealth 101.

We would have rendezvoused with her to start a new life somewhere.

Wolfe clearly fabricated your mother's passing

to enable her to vanish without a trace.

Everyone leaves a trace.

Somewhere out there, I have a mother who may or may not know I'm alive.

Are you with me?

To the end of the line.

Then let's find her.

What is it?

It is your lucky day, gumshoe.

You're being reactivated.

Carmen Sandiego has crossed a line,

and I am dedicating ACME to taking her down.

Think you can bring the heat, Agent Devineaux?