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[car horn honks]

[player] New play, 24! Hut, hut!

[crowd cheering]

[whistle blows]

[phone ringing]

Eve.

- Colonel Trevor's office.
- [Steve] Diana.

Steve, I've been looking
all over for you.

I've been trying to get hold
of you, too.

Oh, well, I just got back.
Where are you?

At a football game.

[sighs] I just get in from a two-hour
meeting with Secret Security

and you're at a football game.

[laughs] Now take it easy.
I'm on business.

In fact, I want you to watch it, too.
It's being televised on Channel 5.

I'll explain later, okay?

Yeah, right. I'll be waiting.

[crowd cheering on TV]

Business.

This I've got to see.

[announcer] He's fading back.
He's made a pass.

Looking for a receiver.

[whistle blows]

Another gain like that,
they'll be in field goal range.

Think they'll settle for a field goal?

No. They'll probably pass
for the touchdown.

If they don't make it, they'll still
have time for the field goal.

Have you noticed any of the problems
you've told me to look out for?

No, but remember,
the Knights are three points down.

They came into this game 16-point
favorites. It's already an upset.

[chanting] Go, go, go!

[crowd cheering]

[whistle blowing]

Go, go, go!

They got a yard to go for a first down.

Everybody figures they'll make
a short-yardage play.

But I bet they pass.
He'll call in his wide receiver.

Win, win, score!

Hey, boy.

There he is now, number 83,
talking to the coach.

They call him "Gluefingers."

[talking indistinctly]

[crowd cheering]

[player] Downs! Hut, hut, hut!

See? He could have caught
that ball with his eyes shut.

I think maybe he did have his eyes shut.

Now remember, Steve, this place-kicker
has a 98% success ratio

inside the 25-yard line.

And they're on the 22.

But if you're right
about what's going on...

He'll miss.

[whistle blows]

See what I mean?

[theme music playing]

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman

[Diana] Bill, when did you first
begin to suspect

that these games were being fixed?

About five or six weeks ago.
Every weekend since then

the team that's been most
heavily favored to win has lost,

and always for the same reason.

Well, that seems to be a bit much
to chalk up to coincidence.

That's what I said,
only I couldn't get anyone

at the Physical Fitness Council
to listen to me.

Finally, I made such
a nuisance of myself,

they passed me off to you people.

Well, as of now,
I am passing you off to Diana.

For which, needless to say,
I shall be eternally grateful.

Well, I wouldn't speak too soon, Bill.

Anyway, if this thing continues,

it could seriously affect
national morale.

As you know,
football is the closest thing

to religion for a lot of people
in this country.

And if organized gambling interests

have found a way to control
who wins and loses... [whistles]

That's who you think is behind all this?
Big-time gambling?

Somebody's cleaning up
every time a favorite team gets creamed.

Oh. You again.

How much are you into me for this time?

Well, I believe I wagered $1,000
on the underdog at 5-to-1 odds.

Yeah, yeah.
You got five big ones coming.

There's your bet.

And there's one...

two, three...

four...

- Five-erino.
- Thank you. Thank you.

I do hope I haven't
depleted your resources.

Tell that to all them poor boobies
who keep betting their favorites.

I'll tell you though, the boys upstairs,

the really big ones, laying the odds
and keeping the books...

They're gonna figure

whoever keeps winning off
what ought to be the losers

knows something they don't.

Oh. Let's just say that
I have a system. [chuckles]

How come for six weeks now
you've never laid a real bet on me?

I mean, with the streak you're riding,
five thou is peanuts.

But $5,000 was all I needed this week.
Well, I'll see you next Monday.

Yeah, yeah. Same time, same wager.

Hey.

You're weird. You know that?

I mean really weird.

[laughs]

Phew.

[chuckles]

Hey, Angie, you see this?

Firebombings at two of Tuwiliger's
warehouses last night.

I thought we were laying off Tuwiliger.

Last I heard, he was coming round
to our point of view.

The ugly truth is he was.

You mean, we weren't the ones that
was playing with the matches last night?

That's right.

Then who's putting the heat
on Tuwiliger?

Ten-to-one it was O'Hanlan.
We gotta stop that punk from Philly...

[Sam] Hey, are we gonna
do something about it?

I mean, he's been
poking around our bookies

and now he's trying
to muscle in on the retail operation.

You know,
maybe a phone call is in order.

Get Mr. Lawrence.

[doorbell rings]

Ah, there he is,
my favorite college graduate.

Mr. Beamer, what a surprise.

Yeah, kind of like the one I just got,

when something was called to my
attention, something highly unusual.

- Something I didn't like.
- What was that?

Somebody's been betting on long shots,

somebody's been winning
on long shots consistently.

Somebody in your territory,
Mr. Cappucci.

If the Organization were getting hurt
I'd check into it.

Of course we're not getting hurt.
That's not the point, Mr. Cappucci.

You, with your fancy college degree,
missed the point.

- You think somebody's fixing the games.
- I think there's gotta be a reason

why the best jocks
in the country do everything

but hand the ball to the other team

when the odds
are heavily in their favor.

- And you know what else I think?
- That O'Hanlan's responsible.

I think a rival organization
is fixing the games,

laying money with our bookies,
and cleaning up.

And I think I don't like that.

Yeah, but there's nothing we can do...

The point, Mr. Cappucci,
you were about to miss it again.

O'Hanlan's got a secret, and the only
secrets I like are the ones I got.

Any others are unhealthy.

You know what that means,
Mr. Cappucci, unhealthy?

- I know what it means.
- Good.

It'd be a real shame
for all that education to go to waste.

Go get Louis and bring him here. Fast.

[keyboard clacking]

Ira, Diana needs the name of a bookie.

Someone who might know of anybody
who's been betting consistently

against the favorite teams
in college football.

[Ira] The term "bookie" is imprecise.

Hmm? Oh, uh...

Okay, bookmaker.
We need the name of a bookmaker.

Of what significance
is a binder of books

for publication to gamblers?

No, no.

Odds maker. How's that?

Why didn't you say so?

Yeah, I thought we were
gonna be here all day.

No such luck.

The name of an individual
known as Lou the Lithuanian

has relevance to your request.

Where can I find him?

On most Saturday afternoons

he can be found at the Sip & Bite Deli.

- He is partial to their egg creams.
- Very good.

I'll have Diana bring you back
a pastrami on rye.

Make it corned beef, hold the mayo.

[Ira laughing]

Okay, Louis, let's go.
Come on, Louis, let's move it.

- Come on.
- What did I... Don't...

Help me. Somebody help me.

You wait here.

[Louis speaks indistinctly]

[Bill] Hey, you guys, let him go.

- What happened?
- Are you all right?

Those guys, don't let them get away.

I'm afraid they already have.

I wish Wonder Woman
had stayed around a while.

Why is that?

I wanted to thank her
for helping me out.

Oh, well, I'm sure that she knows
that you're grateful. How's your head?

Ah, not much better.

You know,
seeing double isn't so bad, after all.

You make a pretty
good-looking set of twins.

[groans]

Well, what do we do now?
We blew the only lead we had.

Well, I was thinking of talking

to some of those ball players
who've been responsible

for the upset in those games.

That's a great idea.
We can do that tonight.

What's tonight?

The Old-timers' Club is giving an awards
banquet right here in Washington.

All the top college players
will be there, as will we.

We will be doing no such thing

because you might have
a mild concussion.

I'll go alone.

Ah. I hate sending you off
all by yourself.

You know, some of those jocks
can be real lady-killers.

Well, don't worry, Bill.

If any of them get out of line,
I'll penalize them 15 yards.

Oh, hi, Harry. Louis here.

Look, I gotta ask you a question.

Angie, what do you think?
Should we lean on him a little?

No, he's scared witless.

You start leaning on him,
he might self-destruct.

Oh.

Well, if you hear anything,
let me know, huh?

Okay. Thanks, buddy. Thanks.

Looks like I ain't doing so hot.
[chuckles nervously]

I mean, I called about everybody
I could think of.

Well, then you'll have to try some more,
won't you, Louis?

Because it would be good
for the Organization

to find out who this guy is.

And what's good for the Organization
is good for you.

On the other hand...

Ooh, ooh!
I just thought of somebody else.

Oh. Fine, Louis, fine.
Why don't you phone that somebody else?

[phone ringing]

Yeah. How are you, Louis?

What can I do you out of?

It's funny you should mention that.

I got a guy who's been doing just that.

Betting the underdogs
the past five or six weeks now.

Nothing big, but consistent, you know.

Well, listen, who is this guy?

I mean, where could somebody, like,
lay hands on him?

[knocking continues]

Professor Brubaker, I presume.

Yes, I'm Brubaker, whoever you are.

And, look, I'm in the middle
of a very important...

You just can't come
walking in here like this.

You leave right this minute,
or else I'll have to do something... Oh!

You shouldn't talk like that
to Mr. Cappucci.

- Thank you, Sam.
- Oh.

What do you want with me?

What I want, Professor,
putting it bluntly,

is in on your little scam.

- My little scam?
- Now, you see, Professor,

since your name came out of some
research I was doing a few hours ago,

I had you checked out rather thoroughly.

You're working in a highly controversial
field of endeavor.

So controversial, in fact,
that you are unable to secure grants

to finance your experiments.

Because they're a bunch of
narrow-minded pea-brains.

Oh, but you can't really blame them,
can you?

I mean, remote control
of kinetic function

is rather obscure,
wouldn't you say, Professor?

As if a mobster like you has even
an inkling of what kinetic function is.

I have an inkling that you can make
football players drop passes,

miss field goals, and generally mess up
when you're controlling them.

And I also have an inkling
that you're doing so at the behest

- of some other organization.
- "Organization"?

I do it for myself.

You've had no dealings
with a Mr. O'Hanlan?

I just do it to get money
for my research.

As you said, I cannot get a grant.
Isn't that something?

Oh, Professor, your worries are over.

From now on you'll get
all the money you need.

Uh, no, thanks,
but I've been doing just fine.

Don't fool yourself into thinking
you have a choice, Professor.

Because you don't.
I want a demonstration.

I want to see you make people's muscles
do what you want them to do.

Well, I was doing an experiment
here with Rex...

No, no. Not Rex, not rats.

People. Athletes.

I hope you didn't have
any plans for tonight, Professor.

[music playing]

Oh. Perfect. You can see the whole room.

Come on, Diana. I'm telling you,
we were made for each other.

Fly back to the coast
with me after dinner.

Well, I would, except that, um,

I have to talk
to some of the college players here.

Yeah, and I thought quarterbacks
are supposed to throw passes.

You've been making passes at this
poor kid since she walked in here.

What are you, her housemother?

They're all so uncouth. Listen, let me
take you away from all this.

I'm sorry, but I'm on business.

Isn't that one of the quarterbacks
from the Ohio Chestnuts over there?

[Roman] Him? Yeah, that's Teddy Davis.

But I wouldn't
go asking him about last week's game.

Why?

Not after he threw five interceptions.
Three of which got run back for TDs.

Besides, your salad is here.

Well, what do you know?
Saved by the salad.

Okay, Sam. You and Nick get busy.

Oh, and remember, do it discretely.

And then poor Davis
just seemed to fall apart.

He even threw one pass
clear into the stands.

Darn mosquitoes.

You think they'd figure out a way

to keep bugs
out of a fancy place like this.

The darts are absorbed in the body
within 20 minutes.

But before they dissolve,

they act as receivers for the signals
I send out on this.

[device beeps]

And the signals transmit
scrambled messages to the brain

- which foul up muscle control?
- Yes.

I can even transmit
to a higher brain center,

the one that controls emotions.

What would you like to see first?

Roman Gabriel.
He'd get a cramp in his left foot.

[beeping continues]

[groans]

Now, Lawrence McCutcheon.

Can you get him to spill his wine
and start an argument with the waiter?

Hey, dummy. Look what you made me do.

Sam, you and Nick start
spreading those darts around, fast.

Get them all on their feet. Confusion.

[Angie] That's what we want,
a whole lot of confusion.

[woman screaming]

[both laughing]

[grunting]

[all grunting]

That's one party crasher
we can do without.

Why? Why did I do that?
And why aren't you creamed?

Okay. Get ready to pull out.

I've never been so mad in my life.

I've never hit a woman before,
but there's a first time for everything.

I'll tear you in half, all of you.

Now hold it.
You guys are gonna hurt yourselves.

[Angie] Her name's Diana Prince.
She's a government agent.

Yeah. She was the one
that was at that dinner last night.

Yeah.

She threatens to become
a thorn in our side because of this man,

who's currently working with her.

His name is Bill Michaels.

He's currently on leave
from the Physical Fitness Council.

Apparently, he's as concerned about
those football upsets as we were.

So now we have both of them in our hair.

Need I say more?

[doorbell rings]

I hear you. Coming!

- Yeah?
- Sorry, sir. Package for Miss Arbogast.

- Miss who?
- Arbogast.

Natalie Rose Arbogast.
Want to sign here?

I never heard of the lady.
You have the wrong apartment.

Oh, I'm sorry. Do you have any idea
where I might be able to find her?

Um...

You see, I don't know if she's
in this apartment building or not.

Um, why don't you try the manager?
First floor.

I'll do that.

Right.

[Diana] Oh.

I just saw our girl
heading for Bill Michaels' place.

And Michaels just took one in the neck.

All right, Nick, you did fine.

Uh, give them a few minutes.

I want her completely off guard
when we pull Michaels' chain.

What do you want me to transmit?

What else? Insane, murderous rage.

He could really kill her, you know.

Oh. Squeamish?

Just show me what buttons to push.

Bill, what did the doctor say
about your head?

He says it's still connected,
but I did take a pretty good lick.

Well, that's not anything new.

You should have seen some of the things

that happened to me when I was
playing basketball for a living.

Ah, well, no offense,
but I'm glad I didn't.

Say, I understand things got pretty wild
last night. Tell me about that.

"Wild" isn't the word.

All of a sudden, eight or ten of
the football players just went berserk.

I mean, it was the craziest...

Okay, Bill. Knock it off.

Bill!

Hey, Bill.

[grunting]

Bill.

What happened?

What...

- What hit this place?
- You did.

What?

It's really not your fault, Bill. Um...

See, I think this is what
made you do it.

Come here.
I want you to take a look at this.

Use this. It's the only way
you can get a close look at it.

[Bill groans]

What the heck is it?

Well, I don't know. It was imbedded
in the skin on your neck.

It raised a slight welt.

Guess I'm just allergic to circuitry.

Hmm.

Look at that, Diana.
See what it's doing?

It self-destructed.

[sighs] That's too bad.

I'd have liked a chance
to really study it.

Well, at least now we've got an idea
what's going on.

We do?

Well, if we don't,
I know a certain computer that will.

That's what I figured, Mr. Beamer.
The Knights are a 35-point favorite.

The odds are 10-to-1 in their favor.

And you think one million
will do the trick?

It's a small enough amount
that if we spread it around

to all O'Hanlan's bookies,
it won't upset the odds.

But it will gross us a tidy ten million
when the Dusters win.

Only one million dollars
will do the trick.

We'll be able to do to O'Hanlan
what you thought he was doing to us.

One million dollars
of Organization money.

[Angie] It's a sure bet, Mr. Beamer.

Brubaker came up with implants

that last two hours
instead of just 20 minutes.

That means we just can't fail.

I'm gonna trust you, Mr. Cappucci.
You know why?

Not because of your
impressive educational background

or your youthful eagerness.

But because I'm gonna entrust you
with one million dollars...

Because I know that you know

that if anything happens to those funds,

you'll be one sorry man.

Listen, there's no problem, Mr. Beamer.
Look, I'll be in touch.

[Sam] Has he promised you a promotion

after we do a job on O'Hanlan's bookies?

Oh, yeah, something like that.

- Where's Brubaker?
- In the kitchen. I'll get him.

[Nick] He's probably
fixing himself a bicarb.

He's been looking a little green

ever since we got back
from Bill Michaels' place.

[Angie] Yeah, the professor has led
a sheltered life, hasn't he?

[chuckling]

The professor's not in his room,
and the door was open. I think he split.

[Angie] What?

Look, don't worry, Angie.
We'll find him and bring him back.

Hold on. Just hold on.

It has just occurred to me that
I can operate the professor's device

just as well as he.

And perhaps he's outlived
his usefulness to us, anyway.

But he knows too much.

We'll put a contract
out on him in due time.

I'm sure he's too frightened now
to do anything but run.

Well, well. Looks like
Professor Brubaker

is ready to head for the hills.

Almost as if he knows his name
came out of your computer.

Look, Bill, why don't you go in through
the building and see if you can't

talk him into
coming along with us peacefully?

Right. What are you gonna do?

Well, I think someone should stay here,

in case he comes through
one of these windows.

Uh-uh. Sounds like you're taking
the heavy part of the job.

Believe me, Bill. I won't get hurt.

You, of all people, should know
that I can take care of myself.

- Right.
- Right.

Please. Please,
I'll give the money back.

I just needed new equipment
for my experiments.

So you used your invention to change
the outcome of football games

and you bet against
the teams you tampered with.

All right, I admit it.

You also used one of those darts
on Bill Michaels

so he nearly killed Diana Prince.

I didn't want to do that.
Mr. Cappucci made me do it.

He's taken over my invention.

But I didn't want any part of murder.
That's why I ran away from him.

- Angelo Cappucci?
- The mobster, yes.

He's going to do something really big.

He says he'll win ten million dollars
on one football game.

Which game? What team?

I don't know. I didn't hear.
I was too busy running away.

[door closes]

That's them. That's them. They've come
to get me for running out on them.

No, that's Bill Michaels.
Listen, I want you to forget I was here.

Surrender yourself to him
and Diana Prince.

They'll protect you and give you
a chance to make up for what you've done

if you cooperate.

[footsteps approaching]

Oh. Oh. Please. Please. I'll cooperate.

I want to cooperate.
Just tell me what you want me to do.

- Bill, you need some help?
- No.

I've... pretty much
got everything under control here.

Well, er, what happened?

[Steve] Now, this is the football game
Cappucci will hit,

the one between the Colorado Knights
and the California Dusters, right?

[Ira] Affirmative.
It is the only upcoming game

in which the Organization could win
the amount of money Brubaker specified.

But the Knights are 35-point
favorites in that game.

You did indicate that Angelo Cappucci

has a way of controlling
the outcome of the game. Did you not?

Well, yeah, but I just didn't
want to send Bill and Diana off

to California to watch that game

when the game they really
should be covering is in Kansas.

Trust me, Steve Trevor.

As if I had any choice.

Talk about your needles
in your haystacks.

Well, at least we know it'll take
Cappucci a while to throw the game

and make sure it stays thrown.
It gives us about two hours to find him.

- Say, do you have those pictures?
- Sure.

So does every other agent that
the I.A.D.C. field office could spare.

Pretty soon, there'll be about
50 pairs of eyes looking for these guys.

[Bill] We don't even know for sure
they're gonna be here.

These are my cousins from Ames, Nick.
Phyllis and Gilda.

- Welcome to California, girls.
- [both] Thank you, Nick.

Why don't you girls get on the bus?
Nick will explain the assignment to you.

And give you the special equipment
we prepared for you.

Everything's moving right on schedule,
Mr. Beamer.

Yeah. All the bets have been placed,
all is in order.

Yes, I am well aware
of how much you trust me.

[indistinct chatter]

Welcome to California, boys.

Hope you fellas leave our home team
more or less the way you find it.

[indistinct chatter]

Not too many broken bones, okay?

We should be at the stadium
in about ten minutes.

I hope you enjoy the ride.

If there's anything you need,

don't forget to ask
one of our lovely hostesses.

[man] We already asked her.

First and five. We got to go for the...
We got to go for the...

Your trainer asked us to give you
your vitamin drinks on the bus.

Phyllis, come here.

Oh! All right.

[man] Hot dogs here!

[crowd cheering]

[whistle blowing]

[indistinct shouting]

[whistle blowing]

[announcer] Run in by Kramer
for a touchdown.

Well, it looks like there's no doubt
that Angie's here.

Yeah, but where? We've covered
almost half the stadium already.

Which means we only have half to go.

[man 1] Set, 41, 28, 34.

Hut, hut, hut!

[man 2] Fumble!

[whistle blowing]

Ladies and gentlemen,
in all my years of sportscasting,

I have never seen anything
like the incredible debacle

that is taking place
before my disbelieving eyes today.

This Cherry Bowl Championship team,
unbeaten in its last 12 games,

and a heavy favorite over, admittedly,

one of the weakest college football
teams in the nation today,

is making error after error,
mistake after mistake,

in the most dismal display
of athletic asininity

that this reporter has ever witnessed.

And that's telling it like it is.

[bugle playing]

[whistle blows]

[indistinct announcement on PA]

Diana, that's it.
We've covered the entire stadium.

The only people we've seen
have been other I.A.D.C. agents.

They haven't had any better luck
than we have.

- We know Cappucci is here.
- Oh, yeah.

What did Professor Brubaker say the
maximum range of his transmitter was?

About a mile, I think. Yeah, a mile.

[bugle playing]

[crowd shouts]

Maybe Mr. Cappucci
just doesn't like crowds.

What?

Uh, nothing.
I'll be back in a minute, okay?

Yeah, sure.

[whistle blows]

Nothing like a good, clean football game
to spend an afternoon.

[indistinct announcement on PA]

[announcer]...fourth down and one yard.

[indistinct announcement on PA]

Here she comes again.

Rush her.

[groans]

[whistle blowing]

[device beeping]

[man] Hut, hut!

[whistle blowing]

[Wonder Woman] Angie.

The transmitter, drop it.

[crowd cheering]

[indistinct announcement on PA]

Angie, what are you gonna do
once you get up here?

[indistinct announcement on PA]

[Steve] The authorities have decided
not to prosecute you, Professor,

mainly because they don't think
they could ever convince a jury

you did what you did.

Then that's it? I can leave?

You're a free man.

Oh. But what about Cappucci?

I heard his lawyers got him out on bond
ten minutes after he was arrested.

He'll try to kill me. He is so mean.
I know he will.

I think that Mr. Cappucci has enough to
worry about all on his own, Professor.

The Knights-Dusters game
is being replayed this weekend.

Fairly and squarely.

And don't forget, all bets still stand.

I don't think Cappucci's superiors

are any too happy
with that million-dollar investment.

My guess is that Angie will soon

be fitted with a cement-lined
swimming suit.

[chuckles]

Thank you. If you'll excuse me now.

- Goodbye.
- [Diana] Goodbye.

Bye.

[Bill chuckles]

Brilliant man. I wonder if we've heard
the last of him.

Ow!

Diana?

Oh. Not to worry.
It's a for-real mosquito.

[chuckles]

[theme music playing]

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman