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♪ Where in the world is ♪
♪ Carmen Sandiego ♪
♪ Sandiego ♪
♪ Where in the world is ♪
♪ Carmen ♪
♪ Sandiego ♪
And it's another rocking night at the opera.
Graham Calloway?
Before I answer that, mates, I'll need to see some wristbands.
Come with us.
Gunnar, ol' chum.
Is this absolutely necessary?
Unlike Neal the Eel, I was never actually taken into custody.
Thanks to these fine fellows.
A technicality. You know the rules, Roundabout.
"Failure is forgivable, capture is not."
Yes, yes. But, tinkering with my memories?
You cannot incriminate VILE if you do not remember us.
But I've heard that Crackle fellow I once sprung from jail has gone soft.
Lost his edge!
Suppressing the criminal impulse ensures no unexpected relapses.
Even though I have other smashing capers in play?
Our gold initiative in Beijing is prepped,
I merely need to assign another operative!
If you were considering Neal,
he's retired.
I've gotta say, you were right about that tingling sensation, Doc.
It did not hurt one bit!
What?
You are not supposed to remember I said that.
Well, slippery to the last squeak.
Calibration error!
My equipment has been raining malfunction
since our move to this damp climate.
I must fetch replacement parts
from my laboratory.
Shall we wait here, Dr. Bellum?
My laboratory, in the Himalayan mountains!
What say we agree to forget about this morbid memory-wiping nonsense
and allow another opportunity to prove our worth?
I'm game.
This time, failure will not be forgivable.
Hey! Jolly good then!
As I was saying, the heist will take place in…
Beijing, China's capital.
VILE's targeting gold, somewhere in The Forbidden City.
Which isn't a city, exactly.
It's a massive complex of palaces in the center of Beijing.
Dating back to the Ming Dynasty in the early 1400s.
It was "forbidden" because only the Emperor
was allowed to move freely through the grounds.
Today, the complex houses the Palace Museum,
which contains over one million historic objects,
including jade, ceramics, and paintings, as well as gold.
Speaking of, any sign of
VILE's "gold initiative?"
We've split up to cover more ground.
But the Forbidden City looks more like a Ghost Town.
Ivy, what do we know?
Zack really needs to brush up on his Mandarin.
And the museum's closed for an event.
Something about a dignitary, giving his daughter a private tour.
Red Drone just spotted them.
He's not just any dignitary.
His name is Huang Li.
And he manages
China's largest gold reserve for its national bank,
which happens to be right there in Beijing.
So he's the reason VILE intends to strike here today.
And do what? Take him hostage and demand gold in exchange for his return?
Not in plain sight, that's not VILE's style.
And they'd need to get past his bodyguard.
So would you, if you plan to steal Mr. Li before VILE does.
That would be kidnapping.
Not my style.
Xifeng.
Do you recall anything of interest
- about the Palace of Eternal Spring? - Hmm.
Might it have something to do with opera?
Performances were staged on its veranda, for The Empress.
There is no question, you know your father well.
I have arranged for a treat.
Your mother loved having tea here.
Oxtail?
I… think I may be allergic to bug bites.
You may locate a first aid station and tend to yourself.
Curious, that Mr. Li should suddenly be left unprotected.
Head's up, Red.
Shadowsan.
Friend of yours?
Lady Dokuso.
We have a toxic relationship.
Slippery Neal to Slipping Mickey, they're heading your way.
Welcome, Mr. Li.
Tea will soon be served, Unagi.
Red, the guests of honor just sat down to tea.
You think…
The tea is spiked.
Eel in a China shop, anyone?
Did you hear something?
It is probably Oxtail.
I will check.
She is most protective of me.
A Chinese Tea Ceremony
is a far cry from a Tokyo Night Club.
And you know how cranky I get without my karaoke.
Whoopsie! Oh! Oh, dear.
- Nice catch. - It's my Peking Opera training.
Decoy. Abort mission!
Well, it's time for this eel to peel!
A shame to allow it to cool.
Hold!
But, wouldn't a fresh warm pot be nicer?
We're from Boston. We know all about tea parties.
With a trove of gold bullion at stake,
VILE will absolutely have a Plan B.
It's okay, she's in the loop.
So, are you Interpol? Or CIA?
Ha. If CIA stands for "Carmen In Action"…
That would be us.
I mean, that would be her.
We believe the criminals who attempted to abduct your father will try again.
Father is heavily guarded when at the Gold Reserve.
But he is proud and stubborn,
and does not fear his safety outside of it.
Not while his bodyguard is present.
Do you have any idea when or where he might be vulnerable next?
Tomorrow night.
At the performance.
Performance?
Gold is my father's job.
Opera is his passion.
Opera? Ugh.
Good luck staying awake.
Look, mates, I'm just the lighting tech.
If you want to pitch special effects, you have the wrong guy.
I am special,
and I've been known to have an effect on people.
So, I would suggest addressing your questions
directly to me, Mr. Calloway.
That tickles. Now.
Iceland is a long way from Australia.
What brings you to Reykjavik?
The Thieving Magpie.
An opera, by Rossini.
I'm touring with the Sydney Opera Company.
I see.
Wait a minute. So you're, what, CIA? Interpol?
Consider us all of the above.
Except they don't know we exist.
Then you must know Carmen.
Now we're getting somewhere.
So, your father will be attending the Opera.
No, starring in it.
He is the benefactor of a Peking Opera troupe,
but also a quite talented singer.
Would the concert hall be anywhere near the gold reserve building?
A few miles from it, yes.
If our enemy stole even a fraction of the gold stored there,
it could fund their crimes for years.
And stealing enough could even harm China's economy.
We must see to it that the performance is canceled.
But Father and I will be sharing the stage, for the very first time.
Whoa. You're in the show, too?
Peking Opera has singing, dancing, even acrobatics.
You would find it quite entertaining.
The Opera was Mother's greatest joy.
Father and I vowed that we would perform together,
on the anniversary of her…
I'm very sorry.
In honor of her memory,
Father will sing her favorite song during tomorrow night's finale.
Then the show must go on.
There were…
complications.
Perhaps we should check in with Dr. Bellum.
Really not necessary!
I have a cracking Plan B in place!
Then why do you seem so…
tense?
Well, only because it promises to be a tad more…
complex than Plan A.
True. But, our secret weapon is already here in Beijing.
And he has been rigorously preparing
for his role of a lifetime.
Almost showtime. And no sign of VILE.
They will show, if they are not already here.
Break a leg, everyone!
I saw it on TV once. They say it in the theater for good luck.
Yeah, maybe somewhere in the world they do.
But we're in China!
- Clear. - Ah!
Xifeng means well, but she worries.
Hey!
Easy peasy.
It is showtime, folks.
This doesn't sound like any opera I've ever heard.
This… rocks!
Carmen, that is not Father!
You can tell, under all that makeup?
No, by the singing.
My father's voice is not nearly so sublime.
Mime Bomb.
He's lip-syncing.
To a professional recording of the opera,
playing through a hidden loudspeaker.
I must find Father!
We'll have a much better chance of finding him
if they don't know we're onto them. Trust me.
Li's dressing room is empty.
How did they pull it off?
The makeup.
We have to assume Mr. Li has left the building.
Zack, Ivy, stage door, now.
Remember, Unagi.
You have the runtime of tonight's performance
to transport our target
to the Gold Reserve and back
before the curtain falls.
So that no one notices anything amiss.
Mr. Li will remain unconscious
for as long as the tainted makeup remains on his face.
I'm hitting all the lights!
About time.
It's another banner day for Neal the Eel.
Keep resting your eyes, compadre.
We'll need them open soon enough.
And then, Carmen left me hanging at the cafe…
Again.
Be glad I'm having coffee with you.
But just so I'm clear,
you never saw Sandiego steal anything from this
fake concert hall in Auckland?
Why would she? She's one of the good guys.
Good guys?
Wait. She… doesn't work with you?
What's your game, Sandiego?
Is Operation Slumber Party in play?
Knock-out gas has been pumped through the ventilation system.
Anyone inside will be fast asleep.
Then peel back his lids, boys.
Those retinas aren't going to scan themselves!
Hmm. Try again.
Ugh. What is it with red lights tonight?
Beats me.
But I have an opera to crash!
Hey, no one gives Neal the slip!
And, the bait has been switched.
Player, we're heading back to the opera house with Mr. Li in tow.
Glad to hear it worked out.
Hacking into Beijing's Traffic Network was no easy task,
thanks to the language barrier.
But I managed to line up the lights in your favor.
We had just enough time to prep Zack
for his off-stage Peking Opera debut.
And beat VILE at their own game.
It's another banner day for Neal the Eel.
Makeup rhymes with…
Wake up.
What… where?
You passed out, Mr. Li. Opening night jitters.
But it's time for your big number.
Any pain from the pinprick will quickly subside
once your fingers go numb.
Shadowsan!
Plan B proved a bit…
too complex.
Might we entertain a Plan C, then?
Whilst we await Dr. Bellum's return from the Himalayas, that is?
Lock him in the dungeon.
What? Unfair, I say!
What about Neal?
What about Neal?
Slippery to the last squeak.
Get out of the way, we're working!
Get out of the way now!
Oh, I blame myself.
I said break a leg,
and you broke a leg!
Father has decided to expand his private security detail
after this incident.
I could speak to him, if you're interested.
Thank you, Xifeng.
But I think Mr. Li is plenty well-protected without us.
Oxtail is strong, yes, but…
I was referring to you.
And?
We ran every flinch, twitch and nose hair through Crime-Net.
He's telling the truth, ma'am.
Just some smitten sap who allowed himself to be duped
by a smooth-talking superthief.
Let him walk.
Good evening, I am here to meet with…
Chief? But you are…
Tired, Agent Devineaux.
How nice of you to notice.
You… wanted to see me?
You've clearly been harboring new hunches about our ever-allusive target.
Maybe I'm ready to listen.
It is him!
You know this man?
We first spotted him meeting Carmen at a cafe in Sydney, Australia…
during your leave of absence.
He is the one I told you about!
He was on the train to Paris.
The night I first encountered La Femme Rouge!
I brought him in for questioning,
but he vanished into thin air!
He may very well be the missing link to
everything we wish to know about Carmen Sandiego!
I'm sending you to Reykjavik.
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