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Uh... right.

I'm on my way.

Diana's on her way.

How did you get here so fast?

Oh, there's not much traffic

at 6:00 a.m. in the morning.

Why has every crisis
since World War II

happened right in the
middle of my beauty sleep?

Mmm. You're not getting
too old for this, are you, Joe?

I was too old for this

before either one
of you were born.

Thank you all for
responding so promptly.

This secret tape was
made yesterday at Miami.

An hour ago, I.B.
Analysis identified this man

as Evan Robley.

It's Robley all right, sir.

I remember him from the
time he stole the nuclear plans

from the French navy.

Evan Robley has stolen

just about everything
from everybody.

Thank you, Steve.

If there were a
thieves' hall of fame,

Evan Robley would
be a charter member.

Well said, Steve.

This tape was sent by Interpol

after Robley robbed
the Bangkok mint.

You can see it shows him
enjoying his ill-gotten gains,

apparently free of any
fear of apprehension.

I'd like you to
study his disguise.

As far as I'm concerned,
he is the grand master,

not only of disguises,

but international
thieves as well.

And this was the I.D. he used
to steal the rocket fuel formula

from the top-secret
Turkish air base.

We got him that time, sir.

Yeah, for about ten minutes.

He escaped on the way to jail.

Well, he's in Palm Beach
now... The millionaires' sandbox.

And I want you to
know, he plays up to it.

But I want to know
exactly what he's up to.

Thank you and good morning.

A good early morning.

Good morning, sir.

Do you think Robley's
after something

here in Washington?

Then why would he go to Florida?

I've got an idea.

Come on.

Well, all of my mornings
spent poring over newspapers

has finally paid off.

Queen Kathryn of Malakar

just happens to be in
Palm Beach, Florida,

at this very moment.

Brilliant deduction,
my dear Watson.

Thank you, Holmes.

Would one of you mind telling me

what's going on here?

Queen Kathryn is

this generation's Cinderella.

She met the Prince of Malakar

on a Mediterranean cruise.

They fell in love
and were married.

Last year, her husband died

and she became queen.

Not bad for little
old Kathy O'Reilly

from Boston, Massachusetts.

Of course. Now I
remember, but who doesn't?

But what has this got
to do with Evan Robley?

Well, she brought with her

what amounts to the
Malakar heritage...

A priceless diamond
crown and necklace.

Then she'll need protection.

Mm-hmm.

Wait a minute.

She's staying at the
Malakar consulate.

We have absolutely no
jurisdiction there whatsoever.

Well, then we'll have
to go undercover.

Well, once inside, you'll
be strictly on your own.

Of course.

This is the Malakar
ambassador to the U.S.

greeting her, isn't it?

Yes, it's the same
Gregory Orrick

that was so critical of Kathryn

when she took the throne.

You can't blame the man

for being chauvinistic
about his country, Diana.

Kathleen O'Reilly was
a bit of a wild shamrock.

I would label this whole thing

"handle with care."

And dispatch.

Shall we, Steve?

Indeed we shall.

I'll make the reservations.
You two get packed.

We stay packed, Joe.

How's the weather in Palm Beach?

About the same
as it is in Malakar.

Only more so.

Mm-hmm. Good trip.

So long, Joe.

Ready Jet Star number two for
Trevor and Prince immediately.

Come in.

Any problems?

None at all.

My credentials worked perfectly.

You are serving tea,
which I did not order

to the honorable Steven Ludwig

president of the American

Malakar Cultural Association.

I can see that male chauvinism

is still alive and well.

You are the honorable
Steven Ludwig

while I am the
honorable new domestic

hired to serve at the
reception tomorrow.

That's the breaks.

The tea isn't for you
it's for Count Diaz.

Who's he?

Some distant cousin
of the late king...

Kitchen talk.

I'll get it.

Did they say anything else

about him in the kitchen?

Not much more.

Oh, uh... watch the butler.

I'm worried about the
way he's watching me.

By the way, the local I.A.D.C.

put a tail on Robley

when they got Atkinson's cable.

Mm-hmm?

They lost him.

Well, he'll turn up.

Just a second.

All clear.

Thank you, Mr. Ludwig.

Entree.

Your tea, Count... Diaz.

You cannot be a maid.

Oh...

you must be a princess.

No one as lovely as you
should be serving tea.

It's my privilege, sir.

Will that be all?

Certainly not.

I intend to order everything

in cousin Kathryn's
royal kitchen.

Is there a name to go along

with such a pretty face?

Yes, sir. Diana.

Ah... Diana, the
goddess of hunt.

Are you a huntress,
like your namesake?

Because, if you are,
I'm your willing prey.

I really must return to
my duties, Count Diaz.

And if I request

that your duty is
to join me for tea?

Well, I would be flattered

and fired, in that order.

Then I would throw myself

at my cousin's feet

and beg her to rehire you.

Count Diaz, I trust your
rooms are comfortable?

My accommodations have
brightened considerably

thank you, Mr. Ambassador.

What may I do for you?

Queen Kathryn has granted
your request for a private audience

Before tea?

Immediately. How thoughtful.

I'm afraid, lovely Diana

you'll have to take this

back to the kitchen.

Oh, yes, sir.

But keep it warm.

I'll be in touch.

Wonderful country, America.

Its servants are more beautiful

than some of my royal cousins.

Suppose we stop playing
games, Count Diaz.

You can start by
telling me who you are.

Why, Kathryn, I'm your dear

departed husband's second
cousin, once removed.

In that case, you
may remove yourself

because there is no such person.

I had to tell the
ambassador something

to acquire an invitation.

In actual fact, Your Majesty,
I am agent Clark Scott

Interagency Defense Command.

I'd begun to wonder if my
homeland had forsaken me.

Far from it, Your Majesty.

The orders to protect you

come from very
rarefied territory.

I'm so surrounded with
enemies in Malakar,

it's hard to believe I
could have a friend.

Oh, but you have, and
not just in the top drawer.

I pulled every string I could

to obtain this assignment.

It's an honor to serve
you, Your Majesty.

How gallant.

Thank you, Mr. Scott.

Ah, Count Diaz, your cousin?

Of course, once removed.

Won't you sit down?

Thank you.

Now, to get back to business.

The United States
is quite concerned

about the safety
of the royal jewels.

May I ask why you brought
them on such a risky journey?

Ambassador Orrick insisted

that it would be the best
possible way to silence

my many critics in Malakar.

You see, they believe that
I'm nothing but a fortune hunter.

But if I can bring
the crown jewels here

to my native country

and then return
them safely to Malakar

my critics will be
out of ammunition.

I find this advice questionable.

But now the jewels are here

we must do our
best to protect them.

Well, I've taken a few

precautionary
measures of my own.

The consulate security
system is excellent.

I understand that the vault
here is near-impregnable.

I agree, but that
would be the first place

that a thief would
look for the jewels.

Then they are not in the vault?

The crown, and the diamond
necklace, are in a hidden safe.

Then may I suggest, Your
Majesty, it remain your secret.

Thank you.

Then I need only trust myself.

An excellent idea.

Now I need only protect you.

I've long believed, you know

that the most valuable
jewel of Malakar

was her queen.

Thank you.

You've made me feel

very welcome, Mr. Scott.

Won't you join me
for a refreshment?

Perhaps some tea?

Thank you.

Allow me.

This is Count Diaz.

Would you tell my maid Diana

that she can serve
my tea in here.

Yes, immediately. Thank you.

You said you feel threatened

by some of your countrymen.

Have you checked your
chambers for listening devices?

You mean bugs?

Yes, bugs.

Let's begin by looking

at the more obvious
places, shall we?

Electronic surveillance

has become a fine
art, Your Majesty...

To the point where
it is now possible

to conceal a
transistorized transmitter

in the olive of a dry martini.

These tiny objects,
no larger than a dime

can be placed anywhere.

Behind curtains...

the telephone, bookcases.

Literally anywhere.

One cannot be too
careful, Your Majesty.

Our tea.

I'll just make sure.

Ah, Diana.

I knew, by asking for you,
we'd receive amazing service.

Uh, thank you, my dear,
you've been such a help.

Oh. You may go.

Come in.

Steve, you're not
going to believe this.

What?

I left with tea for
Count Diaz, right?

Right.

I served it to Evan Robley,
in the queen's chambers.

He certainly doesn't lack nerve.

Or charm.

Kathryn's eating
out of his hand.

What's he doing with the queen

when the subterranean vault
is here under the consulate?

Is it possible the jewels
are not in the vault?

Anything's possible
with Evan Robley.

Yeah. We'd better
get rid of him.

Easier said.

Do you think we should warn her?

I don't know.

From what you've told me,
she just might blow our cover.

Well, what should we do?

Joe arranged for a warrant.

If we can get him off
the consulate grounds

we can legally take
him into custody.

He's a very clever man, Steve.

It won't be easy.

I've got a plan
that just might do it.

Meet me by the
front gate after dark.

Can you make it?

The question is, can you?

Don't worry about that.

Be careful, Steve.

Good evening.

Lose your way?

As a matter of fact,
I've found it, Mr. Robley.

You seem to have the social
advantage of knowing my name.

Am I committing some
unforgivable faux pas

by not remembering yours?

My name isn't important

but my business is, so
I'll get right down to it.

I'd like to buy the
royal jewels of Malakar.

Unfortunately,
they're not mine to sell.

I see.

Well, before you fence them

I suggest you
listen to my offer.

This is all purely
hypothetical, of course.

But do you have
any specific numbers

or types of currency in mind?

We're talking about a
very realistic amount

of untraceable
cash, in the millions.

Hmm. How can I be
certain you'll deliver?

You come with me
and I'll show you.

Are you suggesting
I leave the grounds?

Mr. Robley, the amount of
money we're talking about

cannot be carried by one man.

If you can't take the
mountain of money

to Muhammad...

Then Muhammad
must move to the money.

Right.

It's a short drive.

15 minutes?

I must say, it's a very
interesting proposition.

The sight of neatly
stacked treasury notes

is my favorite scenery.

Shall we?

This little trip will set you up

for the rest of your life.

Oh, I'd better call the queen.

Why?

Well, after all, she
does have custody

of the baubles in question,
however temporary.

What was her private extension?

I have it here somewhere.

I'm sure I... ah.

Sorry, old boy.

Nice try.

Now let's see if we can find
out who you really are, hmm?

Count Diaz?

Steve.

Oh, Steve.

Diana, get out, fast.

Let me untie you.

No, no. There's no time.

Robley sent for
the security guards.

If they find you here,
we're both out of action.

Well, I can't leave
you here, Steve.

You've got to.

He knows who I am.
He found the warrant.

You're the only one
who can stop him now.

Now put this gag back
in and get out of here.

But... Go on, do it.

Oh.

Best put him in a basement cell.

Fortunately, Your Majesty,
Mr. Scott here discovered

that Mr. Ludwig
was not the president

of the American Malakar
Cultural Association, as he claimed,

but a rather
infamous jewel thief...

Evan Robley.

I... we are greatly
indebted to you, Mr. Scott.

There are times

when duty becomes a
pleasure, Your Majesty.

We'll hold him in our
basement detention cell

until after you've left the
country, Your Majesty.

The publicity might
prove most unfavorable.

I don't believe we need have
any further fear for the jewels.

Not as long as Mr. Scott
has my interests at heart.

Now, please, Your Majesty,

you really must get some rest.

You have a big day tomorrow.

Thank you, Mr. Ambassador.

And thanks to you, Mr. Scott,
my rest will be untroubled.

Good night, Your Majesty.

Good night, Your Majesty.

Good night.

I hope that's the last time

I bow to that American upstart.

Providing, of course,

that you're as good as they say.

With that undercover
agent out of the way,

the robbery will
be child's play.

My friends and I are
paying you too much

for mere child's play.

If you want to quibble
about price, let's forget it.

No, no. No, steal
the jewels now.

It'll be worth your fee

just to see Kathryn's disgrace.

When she appears
at tomorrow's reception

and I start the rumor that
her jewels are missing,

Queen Kathryn of
Malakar will again be

common Kate of Boston.

Please, spare the details.

I find politics a bore.

The queen's order.

Please open the door.

If she complains the food's cold

should I tell her
who's to blame?

Thank you.

What is it?

Late supper, Your Majesty.

At this time of night?

I ordered no supper.

Oh, what do you want?

I had to see you, Your Majesty.

You're being tricked.

The royal jewels
are in great danger

and so are you.

And how does a maid
acquire this information?

I'm not a maid.

My name is Diana Prince

and I work with the I.A.D.C.

You're working with Agent Scott?

He's not an agent.

He's a jewel
thief... Evan Robley.

But Robley's been captured.

That wasn't Robley.
That was Steve Trevor.

We're both agents.

We were sent to protect you

and to stop the real Evan Robley
from stealing the royal jewels.

Agent Scott's credentials
were thoroughly checked

by my ambassador.

You're obviously lying.

No.

Your majesty,
I'm telling the truth.

You've got to believe me.

Call this number.

It's in Washington.

They'll verify
everything I've told you.

Excuse me for disturbing
you so late, Your Majesty.

Telegram from Washington.

Eyes only.

This is not your
handwriting, my queen.

Someone wishes you to
spend your time chatting

with a White House
telephone operator?

In the middle of the night.

This maid, she's been telling me

the most incredible
story about Agent Scott.

She claims he's an impostor.

Guard!

Your Majesty, you've
got to believe me

I'm trying to help you.

She's an accomplice of
that jewel thief we captured.

Place this woman under arrest.

After her!

Follow me.

Gentlemen.

You're in no danger.

Wonder Woman?

Yes.

I must... I must
still be asleep.

I thought you were
a dream, a legend.

No, I'm real.

I'm as real as you.

If you want physical proof

I suggest that you
examine your window.

Let me help.

Thank you.

You did that?

Yes.

Even seeing it with my own eyes

I can't believe it.

So you're not a fable.

No.

Well, tell me, why did you come?

Because there's no one
else that can help you.

Before tonight, I would
have believed you.

Since my husband died

I've been alone
among many enemies.

But now, I have help from
my native government...

Agent Scott of the I.A.D.C.

Your Highness, I'm afraid

that you've been badly deceived.

You see, the man that
you think is Agent Scott

is really Evan Robley.

You see, he tricked you

into giving away your
secret about the jewels

and he tricked
you into imprisoning

the real American
agent sent to protect you.

Some maid told me more
or less the same thing earlier,

but I refused to listen.

Oh, that poor man.

We must release him.

Well, we can't now.

You see, if we do,
they'll know someone else

on the inside of the
consulate is on your side.

You'd really be in danger then.

No, Steve Trevor
is safe where he is.

He's an agent, and he'll
understand what we're doing.

Robley seemed
such a pleasing man.

Your Highness, I think that
he was just taking advantage

of your vulnerability.

But what we have to do
now is protect your jewels.

How?

Robley knows where
you've hidden them.

How can he? I've told no one.

You didn't have to.

When he came to see
you earlier, as Count Diaz,

he watched you very closely.

In your distress, you
gave away their location

without even knowing it.

Men like that, they
train themselves

to notice every indication.

They're hidden in the safe

behind the coat of arms

in your sitting room.

How did you know that?

I thought I'd been so clever.

There are no clever victims.

But don't worry about that now.

I'll keep them safe for you.

I'm glad you're on my side.

Me, too. Let's go
and get your jewels.

They're gone... stolen.

We're too late.

My enemies have won.

One battle doesn't win a war.

I must remember
to put up a sign:

"Please knock
before trespassing."

Well, what do I do?

Salute?

Do thieves salute?

If there's something
worse than a trespasser,

it must certainly
be a name-caller.

To liberty and to beauty.

How about some champagne?

Then you can toast me.

How long have you
been in this room, Robley?

Mmm... about 32 hours.

I checked in yesterday
at 2:30 a.m., Paris time.

I'm only interested in tonight.

Am I suspected of something?

Yes... of stealing
the queen's jewels.

I really don't have to answer

such a discourteous insinuation.

Will you excuse me?

I did not steal
the royal jewels.

Are you playing games with me?

Games?

Repeat that, please, if you can.

I did not steal
the royal jewels.

My apologies, Mr. Robley.

It's quite all right.

As a matter of fact,

you're, um... you're
welcome to search my rooms.

Maybe I didn't ask
you the right question.

Mmm... it's a
distinct possibility.

Must I?

I hate the idea of being
forced into doing anything.

It's my criminal
nature, I suppose.

May I have some more champagne?

Please?

Please?

I should have asked you

if you knew where
they were hidden.

And I would have told you

they were most probably

in the consulate security room.

Go on.

Well, as you undoubtedly know,

stealing is the only
work I'm trained to do.

And may I say that

none of my other
professional endeavors

have introduced me

to such a charming investigator.

Well, what a pity it
was all for nothing.

You call these nothing?

A slight exaggeration,
I suppose.

Actually, they're worth

in these inflationary
times about $83.

I asked you if you'd
stolen the royal jewels.

You're telling me
these are fakes?

Or phonies, if you prefer.

Cheap imitations.

Why did you bother?

I was tricked, and so were you.

It's Queen Kathryn
who's been tricked.

She's the one
who's going to suffer.

Whoever stole the real jewels
has stolen her throne as well.

She'll be forced to abdicate.

Really?

Yes, but she won't
give up without a fight.

They don't call her the
wild shamrock for nothing.

Robley, we have to devise a plan

to get those jewels
back before the reception.

Do you know where they are?

I'm not sure.

The real jewels were stolen

long before I stole the fakes.

Who do you suspect?

I think I can prove
who took them

on two conditions...

First, you must
keep yourself hidden

for about five minutes.
And, um... second?

A bothersome detail, actually:

amnesty.

Amnesty?

Mm-hmm.

Why should you be given amnesty?

Because, if I'm not,
I'll only have to escape.

And, frankly, I'm
growing very weary

of wearing disguise
after ridiculous disguise.

All right.

I do have a few
friends at the I.A.D.C.

I might be able to
arrange it for you.

I'm sure you can.

And, meanwhile, to
show my good faith,

I'll just invite my
suspect in here.

What's the meaning
of this, Robley?

You're supposed to be
on your way to the airport.

I ran into a slight problem,

Mr. Ambassador.

The jewels that you
hired me to steal are fakes.

Well, what does it matter?

You weren't stealing
on a commission basis.

Somehow, I... I
feel shortchanged.

And I imagine your coconspirators
will feel the same way

if they knew you had
appropriated the jewels for yourself.

Then I would suggest
that you don't inform them.

You did your job, and you
were generously paid for it.

I suggest you forget the rest.

That is, if you value your life.

Well, of course.

Mr. Ambassador, if
you put it that way,

I'm sorry I asked.

Good.

I'd hate to see you, uh,
neutralized, Mr. Robley.

We may find other occasions
to do business together.

Hopefully.

I imagine you're keeping the
jewels in the security room?

I thought your dangerous
attack of curiosity had been cured.

Oh, a momentary
relapse. My apologies.

It's none of my concern.

Now you're getting the picture.

Good-bye, Mr. Robley.

Look after your health.

How very thoughtful. Thank you.

An immediate change
of climate is a prescription

that should do wonders
for your longevity.

Color me vanished.

Mr. Robley, you make
an excellent detective.

Please, there's no
need to be cruel.

At least I know who's
behind this, and I thank you.

You're welcome.

He undoubtedly has the
jewels in the security room.

It's the only logical place.

He wouldn't risk moving
them from the consulate.

And the security room
provides maximum protection.

"Maximum" is an understatement.

That vault makes Fort
Knox look like a piggy bank.

The entire floor is
an electronic alarm

and the slightest pressure on it

will fill the room
with deadly gas.

Well, then, how could
you have possibly expected

to get in there
in the first place?

Did you have a plan?

Of course I have a plan.

Good. Then I'll
help you carry it off.

Better still, we
release Steve Trevor

and there will be three of us.

All for one, and all that...
The Three Musketeers.

Well, let me tell you,
my fellow musketeer,

there's a slight detail:

The floor of the vault
could blow all three of us

to kingdom come.

See for yourself...
they're gone.

I'm devastated, Your Majesty.

How may I help?

There's nothing you can do now.

Soon the world will
witness my shame.

If only there were some way

to spare you this ordeal.

Perhaps if I announced
your abdication?

I have more courage than
you think, Ambassador.

I'm not a blue blood
in the purest sense.

True, my grandfather came
to this country in steerage...

He left my mother in London...

And my father always
had to work hard.

He began life with what is known

as an Irish teaspoon: A shovel.

Since I never expected
to have a throne,

the thought of abdication
is less of a trauma

than you might think.

Aye, Your Majesty, but...

I don't necessarily
mean you, Ambassador.

I merely meant to point out

that though I haven't
experienced poverty personally,

it is certainly no
stranger to me.

I don't fear it for myself.

I do, however, fear
it for my people.

The Americans, Your Majesty?

My people are the Malakans.

Yes, of course.

Please, if you leave me now.

I must think what my husband
would have wanted me to do.

Resigning now... would
save you much grief.

Of course we both know
that you are innocent,

but the facts do
appear otherwise.

Why torture yourself?

And why torture
those of us who...

who love and admire you?

Thank you.

Ambassador Orrick?

I realize my enemies would
stop at nothing to dethrone me,

but when they get my head,

they will be getting
the head of a queen.

Well, musketeers, this is it.

Now, one of us
has to stand guard.

And, needless to say,

an interruption could be fatal.

No problem. You know the area.

She's got the power.
I'll cover for you.

Thanks, Steve.

You say that the slightest
pressure on this floor

would release a lethal gas?

If we drop a hair on this floor,

it'll kill us both
in half a second.

Then this trip will
have to be by air.

Tie this off, and
hold onto it tight.

Right.

Now... now lower me.

No, wait. Stop!

Not that much.

Sorry.

Don't be sorry. Just pull.

Slowly.

Okay.

Stop.

Now tie it off.

I know the combination.

So do I.

Okay, I'm going to
throw it to you. Catch.

Over there.

What sort of circus
performance is this?

You should have left
when you could, Robley.

I warned you
about your curiosity.

You're not the only one
who knew the area, Robley.

Orrick knew it, too.

Get down there, Robley.

Oh, come now, Mr. Ambassador.

I'm sure you don't want my
messy footprints on your shiny floor.

You wanted to see
the safe, Robley.

There it is.

Down!

Mr. Trevor... you
can join the act, too.

Was I right about the jewels?

Yes, you were.

You know, if you
play your cards right,

I think you can talk me into
a permanent partnership.

Right, Robley.

Where did you...?

How did you...?

Not now.

No one is more deserving of this

than you, Your Majesty.

This is a very
private coronation.

Each one of you in your own way

is responsible for it.

And my apologies
to you, Mr. Trevor.

It comes with the
territory, Your Majesty.

I must tell you, it was
long my husband's dream

that our two countries
be united in friendship.

You have helped make
that dream come true.

Thank you.

Come on, Steve.

Get me out of this.

No, no... we'll blow our cover.

My favorite maid.

Diana, I thought
you'd forsaken me.

Uh-uh.

I think I'll have
some champagne.

Since you'll no
longer be working

as a thief, Count Diaz,

why not try your
hand as a waiter?

Diana is an agent
for the I.A.D.C.

Your Majesty.

How did you get in here?

They've been
asking that question

ever since I can remember.

I feel neglected, Your Majesty.

I needed some way to
attract your royal attention.

I should have thought anonymity

was part of your
stock-in-trade, Mr. Robley.

The unfortunate truth is,
I no longer have a trade.

Frankly, I hold you responsible.

Must I drink alone,
Your Majesty?

I hope you won't feel neglected

if I don't offer you a
knighthood, Mr. Robley.

A simple "thank you"

would do nicely, Your Majesty.

Exactly what am I supposed
to be grateful to you for?

There's Gregory Orrick,

whose downfall I most
certainly hastened.

Wonder Woman and the I.A.D.C.

Had something to do
with that, you know.

Well, of course.

But would they
have appeared at all

if I had not provided
the impetus?

Your logic amazes me.

Then consider this:

Where are they now
when you're in real danger?

Danger?

Of being kissed.

Oh...

I'd rather give you a
knighthood, Mr. Robley.

Oh, that's what you say now,

but as we become
better acquainted,

you may change your mind.

Will that be all, Mr. Robley?

Don't you mean "Sir Evan"?

You truly are everything
they say about you.

And willing to be more.

I could use an ambassador.

Wonder Woman
would have loved this.

Oh, Steve, she's...

she's probably
seen it all before

with the original cast.

♪ Wonder Woman ♪

♪ Here to fight
the force of evil ♪

♪ And your chance
won't be denied ♪

♪ Woman of the hour
with your super power ♪

♪ We're so glad
you're on our side! ♪

♪ Wonder Woman! ♪

♪ You're a wonder,
Wonder Woman! ♪