Wonder Woman

Give me a hand over here.

Mr. Stryker?

I'd like to talk to you.

You picked a lousy time, in case you hadn't noticed.

This is the second major disaster to hit your company within a week.

If you'd cooperated with the I.A.D.C. before,

we might have prevented this one.

I told you, Gault Industries is a private corporation.

Whatever happens to us is none of your business, Miss Prince.

Wrong. You've got dozens of government contracts,

including one for a top-secret missile guidance system

that is being developed in this plant.

That makes it my business, Mr. Stryker.

I have to think about my stockholders.

Now, your involvement would only drive the value of their shares straight down.

Sabotage will do the same thing.

Maybe you don't realize that. After all, you are new to the job.

You say sabotage, and I say we're having a run of bad luck.

Well, it's interesting how your "bad luck" started

when Harlow Gault died

and you took over as chairman of the board.

What are you getting at, Miss Prince?

It looks to me like someone is out to destroy your company.

And I'm gonna find out who, with or without your cooperation.

We'll just make that "without."

If you'll excuse me, I have a funeral to attend.

Look at them, hypocritical bunch of fools.

Each of them is secretly overjoyed at Harlow Gault's death.

But I'm not dead, am I, my pet?

The essence of my genius, my spectacular brain, lives on.

I am invincible.

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Just a few more pages, Tara.

Catching up on your reading, Mr. Gault?

Today, I'm tackling the Russian classics.

There.

War and Peace.

Read in less than an hour. Not bad, eh, Doctor?

To think that people can do more without their bodies than with them.

Watch, I'll show you something else.

Theatrical, I admit.

But once the brain doesn't have to drag around a worn-out, rotting skeleton,

it is capable of almost anything.

Even psychokinesis.

You see, my theory was correct.

By releasing the brain from the task of operating a body,

I've unleashed psychic talents that lie dormant in everyone.

Well, don't get too worked up, Doctor.

After all, those talents aren't going to stay unleashed.

That's up to you, isn't it? We haven't much time.

Don't worry, you'll have your raw materials for your transplant

- very shortly, Doctor. - Good.

Speaking of which, I have some appointments to keep.

Mr. Gault?

Good news or bad news, Turk?

Bad. Just found out that the I.A.D.C.

has formally assigned Diana Prince

to investigate the fire we set.

She's supposed to meet again with Stryker this afternoon.

Why, that's good news, Turk.

For it means we'd better get rid of Miss Prince once and for all,

does it not?

No guns, Turk, just a regrettable accident.

Yes, sir.

That was marvelous.

You should have no trouble making the Olympics.

The decathlon is my favorite event.

I just work out on the bar to keep in shape.

Well, this picture doesn't even begin to suggest the shape you're in.

Oh, that. I didn't even know that guy was taking my picture.

Have you thought over what we discussed on the phone, Morton?

I... I don't know, Miss Landon.

- Tara. - Tara.

Uh, eliminations are coming up, and I'm training pretty hard these days.

Well, you could train in my uncle's gym while you're working for him.

I don't know anything about being an athletic director, though.

Well, why don't you at least come in and see if you qualify for the job?

And if you do, you can give me your final decision then.

Fair enough?

- That's your uncle's address? - See you there at 3:00?

I hope it won't take too long.

I still have ten miles to run sometime today.

Well, you might just find that once you talk to my uncle,

all thoughts of competing in the Olympics

are gone from your head.

You know, I could get a federal warrant, Mr. Stryker.

And if you don't start answering some of my questions,

that's exactly what I'll do.

I don't like being strong-armed, Miss Prince.

Besides, I've got a board meeting in five minutes.

What do you know about Thomas J. Craddock?

Nothing.

Well, then it might interest you to know that it appears likely

he will soon gain majority stock control of Gault Industries.

Bad news really travels fast, doesn't it?

Look, I don't know the man.

I never even heard of him until less than ten days ago.

Nor had anyone else. It's strange that he should suddenly appear

just when Gault Industries is in trouble,

and the stock drops lower each day.

Almost sounds planned, doesn't it?

Now, listen...

- Come in. - Excuse me, Mr. Stryker.

Miss Prince, this is Emil Berger, Mr. Berger, Diana Prince.

She's with the I.A.D.C.

All right, Berger. Thank you.

Looks as though major disaster number three just hit Gault Industries.

I'm afraid I have that meeting now, Miss Prince.

And listen, if you want to talk to me again,

you'd better get that warrant.

They say that bad luck comes in threes, Mr. Stryker.

And I have the feeling that, in this case, that's an underestimate.

Taxi, lady?

500 North Capitol, the Securities and Exchange Commission.

Yes, ma'am.

It's pretty cold, huh? How about some heat back there?

No, it's all right, thank you.

Come on, try it. It's brand new, I just had it installed.

All right, if you insist.

Hold it.

Goodbye, Miss Prince.

- Let's go. - Okay.

It had to be Stryker, Steve.

He's resented our interference in his private matters from day one.

You'd think he could've been a little more subtle, though.

That's why I can't believe he ordered the attempt on your life.

If corporate heads are anything, they are subtle. And efficient.

If he wanted you out of the way, Diana,

you would be out of the way.

So what other toes have I been stepping on lately?

Hopefully, Ira can come up with something

from the fingerprints in the taxi.

Which was stolen, I imagine?

And wisely abandoned. Here we go now.

Looks like only three clear prints were lifted.

Ira pulled photos for each one.

Photo number one. Nettlebaum, Selma A.

Mother of Eugene Nettlebaum, wife of Morris Nettlebaum.

She has something to do with an attempt on my life?

Obviously Ira's idea of a little joke.

Photo number two. Diana...

Cute.

Listen, you.

You tell Ira that he's about that far from having his plug pulled, you hear?

This is him. The guy driving the cab.

Turk, George P. Eleven arrests, five convictions

for crimes ranging from arson to armed robbery.

Paroled last year. Now employed as a bodyguard for Harlow Gault,

founder of Gault Industries.

Why would a dead man's bodyguard want me out of the way?

Bodyguards take orders. The question now is, from whom?

Well, I sure hope my car is tuned up

because I'm about to pay a visit to the estate of the late Harlow Gault.

And I have no intention of taking another cab.

Go on.

Good. Tell Dr. Crippin to have the equipment ready.

I'll see the young man right away.

That athlete I was telling you about has just arrived.

Let's have a look at him.

Wait till you see his shoulders, and the muscles in his legs.

What's his name?

Morton Danzig. An Olympic hopeful. Decathlon.

- Means he has stamina. - Among other things.

I don't know, Tara. I think he's too much an athlete.

Nonsense. Dr. Crippin said the donor had to be in perfect physical condition.

And that's what I call perfect.

What I mean, my darling,

is that perhaps he's too much in the public eye.

How would it look for him to suddenly, and without warning,

become the financial wizard that takes over Gault Industries?

But, Harlow, you promised. You said the choice would be mine,

and you'd do whatever had to be done to legitimize who I found.

Yes, that was our arrangement, wasn't it?

Your reward for serving a sickly old man for three years.

Four.

Well, since you've obviously taken a fancy to him,

let's hope, my passion flower,

that he passes all of Dr. Crippin's tests.

Good. I'll get him started right away.

Morton, how nice to see you again.

- That job still open? - It certainly is.

And while you're being interviewed,

we have a few tests for you to take.

If those tests are written tests, like in math or history,

I can tell you right now...

No, these are physical tests, Morton.

To be perfectly blunt with you,

we're interested in your body, not your brains.

The gym is this way.

Excuse me.

Hello, I'd like to see Mr. Turk, please. I'm Diana Prince with the I.A.D.C.

Please come in.

That blundering fool, Turk!

I'll be with you in a minute, Miss Prince.

Just through that door, Morton.

- I've seen him before, haven't I? - I really wouldn't know.