Wonder Woman

He's looking! He's smiling!

He smiled at me!

Lane, we love you! The whole world loves you!

He saw me. He smiled at me. Do you see that?

He noticed me!

Lane, you're the best. You're the absolute best.

We love you! I love you!

Come on, Harry, don't give me that, huh.

How many times you sell out the arena in 24 hours?

That's because you never promoted a Lane Kincaid concert before.

Hey, Bill, think we could play little tennis?

You know better than that, Lane.

Harry...

Yeah.

I've been on the road so long

I've probably forgotten how to keep score anyway.

Now look, we talked percentages five weeks ago.

You didn't think the kid was big enough then.

That's your own tough luck.

Misrepresentation?

Harry, is it my fault that you don't read the trades?

Well, you should have asked somebody who's a little bit more with it.

Here, let me help you with that.

It's no problem. I was going in there anyway.

Hey, easy with that! He's not a piece of furniture, you know.

That kid in there is worth two million bucks.

We expecting somebody?

All right, hold it!

Lane, lock your door!

- What are you doing? - Time to go for a little ride. Come on.

Where are you taking me?

To your just reward. Let's go.

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To tell you how grateful I am, it's impossible.

Well, the I.A.D.C. is grateful, too, Mr. Springfield.

Without your cooperation,

we could never have stopped that attempted sabotage. Thank you.

Would that all dealings between government and big business

have such happy endings.

Daddy, you haven't done anything. And you promised me you would.

The least you could do is drop your name and make the police do something.

This is my daughter, Whitney.

Whitney, Diana Prince.

- Hi. - Hi, Whitney.

The government agent!

I never told you that.

I pick things up.

Aside from forgetting her manners, and having very big ears,

Whitney is quite convinced some young singing star...

Lane Kincaid.

One of her latest in a series of desperate heartthrobs.

For some reason, she thinks he's been abducted.

He has. I saw them do it.

Daddy, they're gonna kill him and it will be your fault.

Whitney, Ms. Prince has a plane to catch.

And neither she, nor I, nor anyone else has time for your nonsense.

Daddy, it's not nonsense.

I wish I could stay, Whitney, but I do have to pack.

Say goodbye to Ms. Prince, Whitney.

- Goodbye, Whitney. - Goodbye.

I want to tell you again that I'm very grateful for everything you did.

And anytime, if there is anything we can do to help...

Thank you, Mr. Springfield...

- Stop pushing me. - Who's pushing you? Let's go.

- I am not exactly sleepwalking... - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

So this is Mr. Lane Kincaid

whom millions of young persons admire and adore.

What a pleasure.

I wish I could say the same, but I can't.

Oh, that's quite all right. After all, you have been kidnapped.

Your life is in my hands.

In other words,

you'd better keep me alive, well, and happy.

Because if you don't, you don't get a cent. Correct?

And right now,

I feel like having a large steak.

Medium-rare will be fine.

Shall we accommodate the young man, Mr. Morley?

Yes, sir.

Mr. Kincaid...

don't you ever sit down in my presence

without being asked.

Sorry.

It was an accident.

Hi, Ms. Prince.

Hi.

Whitney. Whitney Springfield. We just met.

Yes, I know.

I found out from my dad's secretary where you were staying.

- You were looking for me? - Yes, I was.

May I call you Diana?

Sure.

The Brownfield Towers on Rodeo Drive.

No, LAX.

I, um... I have to get to the airport, Whitney, not Beverly Hills.

Uh, you heard what I said, cabbie. Remember what I told you before?

Rodeo Drive it is.

- I told him I tip 30%, which I do. - Whitney...

Please, Diana, you've got to help me.

Lane's been kidnapped, he really has!

Now, there's no way somebody that famous could be kidnapped

without anybody knowing about it.

I snuck up there to get his autograph,

and I saw a man with a mask and a gun make Lane leave with him.

If he was kidnapped, even the police couldn't keep it quiet, Whitney.

Maybe they don't know about it.

Please, Diana, find out for sure!

You're a spy. You can find out anything.

Please, I can pay for any trouble I cause you.

I get a heck of an allowance.

I know. You tip 30%.

How much?

You heard correctly, Mr. Ripley.

$2 million.

I won't pay it.

With a Lane Kincaid concert worth one million coming up?

And five gold records last year alone?

You'll pay, Mr. Ripley. You'll pay.

He's in the penthouse on the top floor.

He's blond, good-looking, kind of long-ish hair, good-looking.

I know what he looks like, Whitney.

Make them let you see him. Tell them you're with the government.

No, that might scare 'em.

Tell them you're a writer.

Why don't you leave that to me, okay, and meet me back at the hotel?

- Okay, right. - Okay. Right.

- Diana? - Yes.

- Thanks. - You're welcome.

Be careful.

$2 million.

Yeah, hello. Let me to talk to the bank manager, please.

Mr. Overton. Yeah, this is Ash Ripley.

I saw a man with a mask and a gun make Lane leave with him.

I just saw him, Whitney.

Who?

Lane. He was in his room, as big as life.

As plain as day.

You couldn't have.

I saw them take him away at gunpoint!

Do you think I made it up?

No, I think you saw something.

You probably just misunderstood.

I didn't misunderstand.

I know what a mask is for and I know what a gun is for!

I'm not a baby!

I didn't mean that, Whitney.

If you don't believe me, just say so!

I'm sorry.

No. Just forget it. I'm sorry.

Just forget about the whole thing.

Look, your bags are right there.

The room is paid for. Just go on back to Washington.

You know, on the news,

they said that Lane had been rehearsing all day for his concert.

Why do you think they'd lie like that?

And why would Lane be in his room

when logically he would be rehearsing?

Okay.

It sounds suspicious enough to me to do just a little bit more checking.

- Okay? - Okay.

You know, you guys could've at least

let me and my brother have some time to talk.

It's been ten years, you know.

But then I guess that doesn't matter to you creeps, right?

King me.

Look.

It wasn't Mr. Crichton's intention to arrange a family reunion.

He dug up your brother so he could switch places with you.

Now, nobody knows.

Nobody but your manager knows the real Lane Kincaid's been kidnapped.

You got that?

That's very smart. Very smart.

I guess your Mr. Crockton must think he's hot stuff.

That's "Crichton."

Crichton. Crichton.

You're darn right, he's hot stuff.

If I told you the people in high places, and I mean really high places,

he's kidnapped without anybody catching on, it'd blow your socks off.

Of course, not all of them were obliging enough to have a bona fide twin

waiting in the wings like you.

Yeah, well, Morley, you know what?

What?

Right now, I'd love to have a BLT on white,

with extra mayo, lettuce,

corn chips...

Um, and a root beer.

It'd seem the game's over anyway.

Okay, you got it.

Didn't I tell you to keep the curtains closed?

Sorry.

Now you, you've got an interview in a half hour.

You're kidding.

Nah. Some creep from the Tribune didn't buy our rehearsal story.

Now, listen, not one word about what's happened.

'Cause the same guy who brought you here in that furniture box,

they could just as easily take you out in a coffin. You understand that?