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Time Portal deactivated.

Perfect.
The preliminary run-through was perfect.

As soon as
the Board of Governors arrives,

we'll have the first official look
at living history.

I set the coordinates
for the demonstration run-through

for Washington, D.C., 1978.

- Are there any objections?
- No. You're the historian.

They allowed individuals to accumulate
a massive fortune back then.

It'll be fascinating
to watch a capitalistic society at work.

Uh-huh. Just so you maintain
the delicate balance

between physical science
and social science.

That policy is 150 years old, Adam.

I didn't institute it,

and I didn't ask to be
assigned to your project.

Look, you deserve all the credit, and
you'll get all the credit. I promise.

Isn't it about time
for the Board of Governors to arrive?

Yes, I'm supposed to greet them.
This day is going to make history.

- I can hardly wait to see their faces.
- And it's all because of you.

After all, thanks to your genius,
the Time Portal practically runs itself.

- Time Portal, activate.
- [beeping]

Initiate Project W-36-9-7-8.

[sighs]

Open Time Portal.

Cassandra? What are you doing?

I'm about to make all my knowledge
of the 20th century pay off.

No!

[theme song playing]

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman

[people gasping]

Cassandra, Cassandra, wait.

I invented the Time Portal
to view the past,

not to travel back through it.

- You weren't part of my plan, Adam.
- What plan?

To make myself a fortune in an era
when fortunes can still be made.

- I never was the librarian type.
- Cassandra, you can't.

Change the past and you change
the future, maybe disastrously.

I could care less.
Now will you let go of me?

Mugger! Help! Somebody help me!

I'll stop you, Cassandra.
I have to stop you.

[Steve] Diana? You busy?

I soon will be.

Report on last week's
surveillance activities. Remember?

Oh, yeah. I guess you wouldn't want
to check out the purple explosions

that just occurred at Westside Plaza,
huh?

Darn. [snaps fingers]

Investigating purple smoke bombs
is one of my favorite assignments.

Apparently, they weren't smoke bombs,
because they left no...

Steve. Getting this report out
was your idea, remember?

True.

- Let me see what Lou's doing.
- Good.

[man] Would you mind explaining this,
Ms. Loren?

We both know that that is the number
to a Swiss bank account,

which contains $190,000

in embezzled funds.

Correct, Mr. Reynolds?

[machine shredding paper]

I think you'd better leave, Ms. Loren,
or I'm gonna be forced to call...

Call the police? Oh, be my guest.

I'm sure they'd be delighted to have
a bona fide white-collar criminal

thrown into their laps.

Reynolds, I want those reports,
and I want them written in black ink.

What is this, the cocktail hour?

This is business, J.J.
This is strictly business.

The reports are being copied right now.

- I want them on my desk in ten minutes.
- You'll have them.

"Business"? [scoffs] In my day,
we used to call it something else.

- [door closes]
- Lovely man.

If he only knew
what his employees were doing

with his company's funds.

Ms. Loren, let me tell you something.
I don't like being blackmailed.

I said nothing about blackmail,
Mr. Reynolds.

I needed to gain your attention,
that's all.

You've got my attention. Now what?

Now I'm going to tell you some things

that are going to prove very profitable
for both of us.

But first,
I think you'd better sit down.

I'd forgotten all about these things.

"Deposit coin, listen for tone."

Coin.

- Terrific.
- [coin clinks]

I.A.D.C., here we come.

- [whistles] Lunch?
- Sure.

- But only a half an hour's worth.
- That's good.

[phone ringing]

Never fails.

Hello?

Who?

I suppose. Put him through.

Diana Prince here.

- I'll meet you in the lobby.
- Okay.

Wait a minute. World security?

Slow down. Who is this?

Adam Clement. I'm a scientist.
A physicist, to be exact.

If this is about those smoke bombs,
the police are handling it.

Then your police should know
that those explosions

weren't made by any sort of bomb.

They left no residue.

The reason why
is what I must talk to you about.

- Psst. Diana.
- Hold on a minute.

What he said about no residue is true.
Only it wasn't released to the public.

Forget about the report.
You'd better check this one out.

Mr. Clement? Yes,
why don't you come down to our office?

I don't really know my way
around Washington very well,

but could you meet me
at the Westside Plaza?

I can be there in half an hour.
Where do we meet?

Can you meet me on the Mall?

Certainly. Who am I looking for?

Look for the man dressed in silver.

Dressed in silver?

Have you gone crazy, Reynolds?

Are you asking me to believe
that she can predict the future?

No, I'm asking you to believe
she knows things that nobody else knows.

I know, for instance, that
the MacConnell Mining Corporation

is sitting on top of an energy source

which could put the oil-producing
countries out of business

and make you a billionaire overnight.

We're drowning in red ink,

and she's talking
about making me a billionaire.

If you knew where to look,
and what to look for.

Which I can tell you.

Using ESP or whatever you call it?

Ugh. What garbage.

I'm telling you, J.J.,
will you listen to her?

I never expected you to take me
at my word, Mr. MacConnell.

You're a businessman.
You want facts, proof.

So, by tomorrow,
the following will occur...

The Delaney warehouse
will burn to the ground,

a lost group of hikers will be found
on Martin Ridge,

and Tazwell will be hit by a blackout.

Yeah, that's proof, all right.
You're both out of your minds.

Reynolds, I want you to get your stuff
and get out of here in 24 hours.

Anybody that puts stock
in a lady tea-leaf reader

ain't working for any company of mine.

Just be sure to read the morning paper,
Mr. MacConnell.

I'll do that, lady. I'll do that.

I could've sworn
it was just beyond these buildings.

Or was it those buildings?

[sighs]

[Reynolds] Getting me fired wasn't part
of your little scenario, was it?

You're still thinking
like an employee, Dan.

When the morning papers hit,
you'll have your job back and then some.

You know, you're beautiful
and you're cunning,

and you've got me and old man
MacConnell by the short hairs.

Only, he doesn't know it yet.
See how perfectly it all fits?

If you were an honest man,
J.J. wouldn't be a desperate one.

Larceny becomes you.

- As it does you.
- We really are two of a kind.

And right now, I need you...

- Yeah?
- ...to kill someone.

A man named Adam Clement.
The man who invented the Time Portal.

The idiot followed me here by accident.

Now we have got to stop him
before he interferes.

My hunch is that
he'll head straight for the I.A.D.C.

- The I.A.D.C.?
- Mmm-hmm.

His grandfather worked for them,
or will, in about 20 years.

Just let me make a short call.

Too bad, Adam.
You should've stayed where you belonged.

[phone ringing]

Yes?

Oh, you bet I'll take the call.

I have better things to do
than to be stood up, Adam Clement.

I'm sorry. I got lost.

But it's still imperative
that I see you. Please.

All right, where are you now?

Well, from here I can see a sign
that says "Winchester Observatory."

Winchester Planetarium?
Oh, boy, you really got lost.

- Yes.
- Okay.

Just don't move a muscle. I'm on my way.

I just have to make a quick stop home
and change clothes.

[engine starting]

Adam?

Adam?

Adam.

Adam.

Adam!

Adam!

- Adam.
- [gun fires]

Okay, now you stay here.

Adam!

Adam!

Adam!

[Cassandra] Tazwell will be hit
by a blackout.

The Delaney warehouse
will burn to the ground.

A lost group of hikers
will be found on Martin Ridge.

Put your things away, Dan.
You're not leaving. Yet.

- Looks like you read the morning paper.
- All right, all right, little lady.

I'm not convinced. But I'm listening.

You own the Broken Rock radium mine
in Arizona, right?

Been trying to sell
that tapped-out hole in the ground

for two years now.

That hole in the ground contains a
radioactive material called Cabrium-90.

Never heard of it.

Of course not.
It hasn't been discovered yet.

But it soon will be. At Broken Rock.

The only place where it's accessible
by current technology.

Well, what do I need you for, then?

Because neither you nor anyone else
knows how to refine it.

You own the mine,
but you can't make it pay without me.

All right, what's the pitch?
What's the pitch?

With three men and Mr. Reynolds,

I'll put Cabrium-90
in production for you

in exchange for 51% controlling interest
in your company.

51%!

Think about it, J.J.
Think about it.

We're on the verge of bankruptcy, right?

It's either 51% for her,
or 100% of nothing for you.

You take your pick.

Well...

It looks like I don't have much choice,
does it?

Don't take it so hard, Mr. MacConnell.
You're about to become a billionaire.

- I got great news for us.
- What?

Clement got away,
and Wonder Woman threw our man in jail.

Wonder Woman?

I completely forgot
to take her into account.

At least Clement doesn't seem
to be doing any talking.

But Wonder Woman could've used her
lasso on that gunman to get your name.

So what?
Anything she gets with that thing

isn't worth a dime in court.

But the point is, she and the I.A.D.C.
could start interfering.

The more suspicious they are,

the harder it will be
to get to that Cabrium-90.

Don't worry. I've gotten very good
at covering my tracks.

And we've got plenty of time
to arrange a mishap for Mr. Clement.

Just make sure
that this time it's good and fatal.

[Ira] Reynolds, Daniel P. Age 38.

Last president,
MacConnell Mining Corporation.

Ira, the more you tell me,
the less sense it makes.

According to Wonder Woman,
Reynolds hired a hitman

to take out a guy
who runs around in a silver jumpsuit.

Repeat that, Steve Trevor.

Well, he says he's a scientist
by the name of Adam Clement.

We had no locale on him,
but Diana gave us a description.

Said he's about 5'10", blond hair,
middle 20s. You have anything on him?

[beeping]

- Insufficient data.
- [groans] That's what I thought.

Well, whoever he is, he says
that yesterday's purple explosions

that took place at the Westside Plaza
are a matter of world security.

A man who wears a silver jumpsuit
cannot be taken seriously.

Obviously Daniel P. Reynolds
thinks differently.

Give me a complete readout on him, Ira.

I wanna know
why he wants Clement dead.

[guide] Through the room
you have just seen

have passed some of the greatest
statesmen and women in history.

Decisions of great national
and international significance

have been made there.

The room we're about to enter

is used primarily for receptions
and other social gatherings.

No doubt, many a mind has been changed
and many a vote of support given

during informal exchanges
at the punch bowl,

making it no less important
than the first room.

I realize this is unusual,
but I must see the President.

The President?

It concerns the security of this nation,
possibly even the world.

Oh, the world?

So if you would just take me to him.

Yup. We're gonna take you someplace,
all right.

No, you have the wrong idea.
I'm not some kind of a crackpot.

Someone must tell the President
what's happened.

Yeah, the Martians are coming, right?

Thanks, Ira.

- Reynolds shouldn't be that hard to...
- [alarm blaring]

A White House security alert
is in progress.

Any details?

Communications indicate the intruder
is wearing an unusual silver jumpsuit.

- Adam Clement.
- Logical conclusion.

Oh, boy. Diana's gonna love this.

[guards shouting]

- Engine, start. Engine, start.
- [shouting continues]

Definitely not voice-activated.

[tuning radio]

[siren wailing]

[engine starting]

[Diana] I'm on my way, Steve.

[horns honking]

Are you okay?

- [Adam groans]
- Are you all right?

- That thing tried to kill me.
- I'm Diana Prince.

You tried to kill me, too!

No, I tried to help you.
Somebody else wanted you dead.

Cassandra.
Cassandra tried to kill me.

- Yes?
- Hello.

My name is Trevor. I'm with the I.A.D.C.

I'm looking for Daniel Reynolds.
His office said he'd be at home today.

I'm afraid not.
I don't know where he is.

- Any idea when he'll be back?
- I'm sorry, I don't.

- Would you mind if I waited, then?
- Oh, no, no. Not at all.

I was just about to take a bath.

Oh. Well, never mind. Here.

Why don't you give him my card, have him
call me when he gets back. Ms...

Oh, yes, thank you very much,
I will. Bye-bye.

May I say, lady,
that you handled him perfectly?

They're onto you.
All because of Wonder Woman.

She's as meddlesome in the 20th century
as she is in the 22nd.

We have to leave for the mine
immediately.

What are you talking about?
I just arranged

for somebody else to get rid of Adam.

We'll coordinate with him
by long distance.

You know,
if Adam does get to the I.A.D.C.,

it might just make it easier
to dispose of him.

Lady, did I ever tell you
exactly how clever you really are?

Well, that was Cassandra
all right, Steve.

It fits Adam's description
of her perfectly.

The only thing we can do now is

- try to keep an eye on her and Reynolds.
- [door closes]

I'd rather you talked to him tomorrow.
He's half-dead right now. Yeah.

Okay, I'll talk to you
in the morning. Bye.

- Ah. Hi.
- Hi.

- Hey, you look like a new man.
- Thanks.

- Oh, that looks terrific.
- Good.

- Look, I'm sorry I ran off like I did.
- I understand.

Falling back through 200 years of time
is bad enough

without being shot at.

I think we'll go into the living room.

- We'll be more comfortable there.
- Okay.

You were very wise to call the I.A.D.C.

It's just that I don't know what effect
our being here will have on the world.

You can't change the past
without changing the future.

Who knows what terrible chain of events
Cassandra may have already triggered?

Do you have any idea

why Cassandra hooked up
with MacConnell Mining?

- MacConnell Mining?
- Yeah.

Sounds familiar.

Look, no offense. The only thing
I wanna figure out right now

is how to get back to where I came from.

Do you think that that's realistic?

Thank you.

Well, most of the materials I used
to build the Time Portal

haven't even been invented yet.

Come to think of it,
I could develop a remote-control unit.

You see?
Necessity is the mother of invention.

Now tomorrow I'll get you
a place to work

and all the materials
you need to get started.

In the meantime, you must be exhausted.

This couch is very comfortable,
and it's all yours.

Thank you.

You know, in my time,
they have a policy...

No research or development can
take place in any physical science

without concurrent study
of its ramifications on society.

So you could tell how the people
are gonna react to the new technology.

I never understood
why those restrictions were necessary

until now.

Taking human nature into consideration
when you're inventing something

- sounds like a good idea to me.
- Yeah.

- When did that go into effect?
- Uh...

Right after the nuclear holocaust.
2007, I think.

Oh.

[Reves on phone] Your man caused
quite a stir today.

Ran the White House
Secret Service men ragged.

Now the I.A.D. C. has him.

Foreman says
we can start blasting anytime.

They've got Adam.

If I know Adam Clement,
the first thing he'll do

is develop some device
to take him back to 2155.

Now you are to follow my instructions
exactly, Mr. Reves.

For what you'll be paying me,
that's the least I can do.

Just do what I say,

and Adam Clement will be dead
within 24 hours.

I looked and looked, Mr. Reynolds,
but this is all I could come up with.

Looks to me like
plain old ordinary quartz.

Appearances are not your department.
Just set up the lamps like I told you.

Yes, sir. Whatever you say.

Now, let's see if all that research
I did as a historian pays off.

I thought Cabrium-90
was supposed to be so powerful.

Why do you think I need
only this tiny amount?

Well...

Hey, be careful, will you, please? I'd
like to be around to enjoy the profits.

A little danger is tonic for the soul.

There. Now,
you ready for the light show?

Hey, hey! All right!

Well, apparently, I made the mixture
a little too potent,

but are you impressed?

You kidding? A few rocks like that
could light cities from coast to coast.

More like the entire world.
We're sitting on a fortune!

I hope the clothes we got for you
aren't too uncomfortable, Adam.

Oh, no. No, they're fine.

Actually, they're not as bad
as they look. No offense.

[chuckles] No, no.

Diana's out scouting out
the rest of the parts

you said you'd need
to build the remote control.

As for now, it may look a little crude,
but that's the best we can do.

So, this is an I.R.A.C. computer.
Quite an antique.

[Ira blows raspberry]

Ira, this is Adam Clement.

I want you to commit his voice
to your memory banks.

He has complete security clearance.

The I.R.A.C. computer is neither quaint
nor an antique.

Voice capacity.
Not as quaint as I thought.

Ira, Adam is from the future.

I'm sure we must all seem
a little old-fashioned to him.

I think I'll leave you two alone now.

[chuckles] All right, Steve.

Okay, Ira. I need some data. I'm sure
you're capable of simple calculus.

So, given that "C" is a 60-cycle charge
and "R" its resistance,

what's C cosine 4 over R?

The I.R.A.C. computer
is neither quaint nor an antique.

That isn't the answer I requested.

Ira, I am not used
to quibbling with computers.

All right. You're not a quaint antique.

- The solution to your quotient is...
- You're a temperamental antique.

Temperamental antique.
[blows raspberry]

Mr. Yamora? This is Diana Prince again.
How's that parts order coming?

Hey, I'm sorry for the delay.
I'm number-one-son short today.

- We're ready to deliver now.
- No, that's okay. Keep them there.

I want my man
to check them out personally.

You wanna pick them up yourself,
it's fine with me. What time?

- How about 2:30?
- I'll be here.

[ticking]

Here's the lot of them. An even dozen.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

He's a real doll
for pulling this together so fast.

So, tell me, what do government agents
do for entertainment after hours?

My job doesn't leave me much free time.

I do have friends,
if that's what you mean.

Why?

Isn't romance alive and well
in the future?

Sure. I was just curious.

From a historical perspective,
you understand.

Oh, yes, I understand.

Everything you ordered seems to be here.
Maybe you'd better double-check it.

- What's that?
- I don't know. It was with the rest.

Well, I just counted 12 boxes.

- Diana, what...
- [ticking]

This is a bomb.
We gotta get out of here.

Mr. Yamora! Get out of the building!

"I.A.D.C. scientist killed
in freak accident."

"Accident."

Government press releases
are so tactful.

- Finally, we are home free.
- Almost.

Blowing up an entire mountain
takes time, after all.

Time?

With Adam gone,
we have all the time in the world.

[Ira] At what sound wave frequency
is the unit set?

- Adam Clement?
- Hmm?

Oh. Uh...

Must've been daydreaming. Sorry.

We were analyzing
the hypothetical stress accuracy

of your Time Portal remote-control unit
in operation.

Yes, we've been through all that.

Tell me more about Diana.

You have already been given
complete data profile

with the exception of her shoe size.

I suppose you think that's funny.

On the contrary. Your fascination
with her is very quaint.

You're wasting time, Ira. Tell me
everything you know about Diana Prince.

- Everything?
- You can't refuse a direct request.

You obviously have more information
on her, or you wouldn't be stalling.

- Now let's hear it.
- I have concluded Diana Prince is...

Hi.

Disregard that.

- How's it going?
- Fine, fine.

Find out anything
at the MacConnell Corporation?

According to Steve, whatever
MacConnell knows, he's not telling.

Your obituary was
in the papers, however,

and so that should stop
the attempts on your life.

- Is this the remote-control unit?
- Yes.

These parts will do fine.

It's about ten times bigger
than it should be.

I had to use a 20th-century power pack.

In my time, I'd have just fitted it
with a Cabrium-90 cell.

- Cabrium what?
- Cabrium-90. Oh.

It's a radioactive material
physically related to radium.

Only one ounce of it can send a rocket
to the moon and...

- That's it.
- What?

That's it. The connection between
Cassandra and MacConnell Mining.

Ira, does MacConnell own a radium mine?

[beeping]

Adam, what is it?

He owns an inactive mine
in Broken Rock, Arizona.

That must be where she and Reynolds

- have disappeared to.
- Adam!

Cassandra is using her knowledge
of history to mine Cabrium-90.

It was always found
near radium deposits.

Cassandra is going into mining?

- Why?
- Money.

She loved this time period
because of its obsession with money.

What better way to make a fortune
than develop a new energy source?

That must be it. And if it is...

Diana, when Cabrium-90
was first excavated,

it caused a devastating explosion.
It killed thousands.

- How?
- I don't remember exactly,

but a huge cloud of explosive gas
was released into the atmosphere.

- Where? In Arizona?
- I wish I could remember.

All I know is that an entire city
was half-destroyed.

Ira, what's the nearest city
to Broken Rock?

Phoenix. Population, 1.1 million.

At the present time,

the probability that a gas cloud could
be carried over the city by headwinds

is extremely high.

Cassandra could care less.
We've got to stop her.

Ira, are you saying that gas cloud
could ignite over Phoenix?

Could, and in all probability would,
Diana Prince.

[Adam groaning]

Look, I know there are certain
advantages to riding by horse out here,

but I sure wish
we could've taken a land vehicle.

The mine's right over there.

Hey. An arrowhead.

Look at this thing.

Adam, not right now, okay?

- Let's lead the horses from here.
- All right.

[exhales] I swear I never drilled
so many blast holes in my life.

I don't hear any complaints
about your salary. Are we all set?

Except for the radio control.
Only take a jiffy.

I wanna be able to detonate
from the cavern.

Yes, ma'am. Good idea, too.

When that mountain blows, you'll hear it
all the way to Phoenix and back.

All the way, but not back.

[both chuckle]

Well, well, what do we got here?

Well, I must say, Adam,

you have more lives than a cat.

Well, at least he had an obituary.

This poor lady,
nobody's even gonna know she's dead.

Because there won't be
enough left of her to find. [laughs]

Killing us is one thing,
but destroying an entire city?

What's she talking about?

Oh, she didn't tell you about the pocket
of gas the explosion will release?

That's strange.
I wonder what else she hasn't told you.

What pocket of gas?

Some history books claim a large cloud
of gas escaped into the atmosphere

- when Cabrium-90 was first mined.
- It's a historical fact.

- Even I remember it.
- Adam, shut up.

We're going to destroy a city?

All right, do you think I'd be here
if there was any danger to us?

Why didn't you tell me
about this before?

Would you have told me?

We really are two of a kind, aren't we?

[chuckles]

Poor Adam.

How ironic
that you are about to be destroyed

by the very thing
that you made possible.

I shall be rich in the very best
of all possible times to be rich.

And you shall be...

[snaps fingers] dead.

Cassandra.

Cassandra!

It's no use. We really are dead.

Look, Diana,
I just want you to know that...

That arrowhead you found. Where is it?

Good, everyone's here.
Is that the detonator?

Yes, ma'am. Radio transmitter.
Nice and simple.

Show me how it works.

I want the pleasure.

- Wait. Okay.
- All right.

Here's to birds of a feather.

Stop that, you fool.

You set off the gas,
you'll blow us all to kingdom come.

- Dan...
- Gas?

What gas?

You can't do it.
My family lives in Phoenix.

No!

No, stop!

Look, there it is.

I've got to make sure
it explodes over the desert.

- Stay here.
- What are you doing?

Just stay here.

[Cassandra] I'm okay.

Wow.

No, no, no! Don't go out there.
The gas could still go off.

As fast as it's going,
we're gonna be fine.

- How did that happen?
- Look. There, that's how.

Everybody, to the jeep, quick!

[gunshot]

Cassandra!

[Adam] No.

Looks like the end of the trail
for you, Cassandra.

Listen, you two better stand back.
Unless you want to go with us.

Send me to prison, anything.
But just let me stay here.

Nothing can be as boring as the future.

Save it for the Board of Governors,
Cassandra.

Diana, I'd like to...

Thanks. For everything.

Goodbye, Adam. I'll miss you, too.

Well, that takes care of them.

As for Reynolds, this morning
he was indicted for embezzlement.

Thanks to Wonder Woman, he doesn't
remember a thing about Cassandra.

And J.J. MacConnell isn't about to
talk about her or Cabrium-90.

Which is gonna stay right where it is
for a long, long time,

simply because nobody knows
how to put it to use. Yet.

You know...

I wonder if,
by blowing up that gas cloud,

Wonder Woman actually changed history,

or just postponed it.

That's something
we'll probably never know.

[Adam] Diana.

Handcuffs, and a letter,
addressed to you.

From Adam.

"Dear Diana,
I'm returning your handcuffs,

since the Board of Governors is
caring for Cassandra's rehabilitation.

They're also replacing the Time Portal
with a view screen

to prevent further such mishaps.

So be a good girl,
'cause I'll be watching.

It's a small comfort, though,

considering I never had the courage
to tell you how I felt about you."

I wish I could answer this somehow.

But Adam won't even be born
for more than a century.

I've got an idea. Why don't you
give a note to Wonder Woman?

She could probably hold it until then.

You know, maybe I'll do that.

[theme song playing]

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman