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Gosh! Wonder Woman.

Wonder Woman!

Wonder Woman!

Yes.

Oh, sure. Put him on. Line one?

Yes, Doctor. I beg your pardon?

No, I don't mind coming down.
I appreciate your calling.

Fine. I'll be right there.

- Steve.
- Yeah.

- I've got to run over to the hospital.
- What's happened?

It seems that ten minutes ago,
Wonder Woman was brought into Emergency.

Okay.

What? Diana.

We realized almost immediately
that it wasn't the real Wonder Woman.

- But we called the I.A.D.C. anyway.
- Why?

Because of the resemblance with
the makeup and the wig she was wearing.

She's been unconscious
since they brought her in.

Is she going to be all right?

X-rays show a concussion,
but she seems to be very fit.

- She'll pull through with no problem.
- And you have no idea who she is.

Actually, I was rather hoping
that you might tell us,

knowing Wonder Woman's affiliation
with the I.A.D.C.

Obviously, she isn't
the real Wonder Woman, but...

But obviously she or somebody else
is taking advantage of the resemblance.

If you don't wish to tell me
the whole story, I understand.

Secrets are the prerogative
of the I.A.D.C.

I assure you, Doctor,
that we don't know who she is, either.

But it might be a good idea to find out.

Can I have a look at the costume
she was wearing?

Certainly.

Dr. Jacob, please report...

Due to the unusual nature of this case,
we had it locked up.

- The clothes from Room 408, please.
- Certainly, Doctor.

You can get into med school
on a football scholarship?

Hardly.

Seems to me like he ought to be wearing
a football jersey instead of a lab coat.

- Who?
- Him.

The other physician attending to
our Mary Doe.

As far as I know, I'm the only one
who's been assigned to her.

What are you doing?

- She's okay.
- Get security.

There's no way to trace that syringe?

It contained a lethal mixture
of chemicals

found naturally in the human body
and easily obtained.

Whoever tried to kill her
knew what he was doing.

Maybe the costume will give us
some answers.

Remember, Sergeant Cline, no one enters
unless his or her name is on that list.

Yes, ma'am.

Dr. Jacobson to radiology.

Dr. Herwood,
you're wanted in orthopedics.

Please report to orthopedics.

Nurse Ketchum,
please report to the main office.

Nurse Ketchum,
report to the main office.

Dr. Riley, please call your service.

Yes, this is Lt. Smith, 19th Precinct.

I must talk to Sergeant Cline.

I believe he's on duty there
at the hospital, fourth floor?

Thank you.

Yes, he is.
One moment, please. I'll get him.

Could even fool the real Wonder Woman,
don't you think?

I don't know.

Good, a label.
"McCoy Wardrobe, Arlington, Virginia."

That shouldn't be too hard to check out.

Thank you very much.

- Sergeant Cline here.
- I'd like to know as soon as

she comes around. Let me know
when you find out who she is.

- There's no one on the line.
- There was.

Is something wrong, Sergeant Cline?

She said I had an urgent call
from headquarters.

- He did.
- Guess someone made a mistake.

Oh, no.

Nancy.

Nancy.

One move and you're dead.
Step away from there.

Now!

- Okay, no problem.
- Drop that and kick it over here.

- They're just roses.
- Do it.

Now get up against the wall
and spread them.

Relax, Sergeant. They are roses.

Not until I find out
what's in his pockets.

Spread them.

- Okay. Who are you?
- Todd Daniels. I'm a friend of Nancy's.

I figured maybe no one was supposed
to see her, but I had to.

I've been worried sick.

- That's her name? Nancy?
- Nancy Clark.

Is she going to be all right?

She had a concussion but she'll be fine.

- Oh, thank goodness.
- He's clean. Come on, buddy...

Wait a second, Sergeant.
Let me have a minute with him, okay.

How did you know Nancy was here?

I...

I heard on the news that a girl wearing
a Wonder Woman costume

was hospitalized.
So I figured it was Nancy.

Why?

What was she doing
posing as Wonder Woman?

She poses as a lot of things.

She's a model. Wants to be an actress.

I keep telling her,
"Don't worry, you'll be one."

She's so beautiful.

- Who hired her?
- I don't know. She didn't tell me.

- Did you ask?
- Yeah.

Well, I wonder why she didn't tell you.

Okay. She wouldn't tell me.

She wouldn't.
So she's not your girlfriend?

No, she's a girl
who lives upstairs from me. That's all.

- Where do you live, Todd?
- Claremont Apartments on Third.

Just head right on back there, fella.
And you darn well better...

Look, I'm gonna stay,
if it's all the same to you.

- It's not. You're leaving.
- Wait, Sergeant. Let him stay.

If there's another attempt on her life...

Whoa! Attempt on her life?

- No way I'm leaving.
- Look, kid...

Let him stay.
I'll take full responsibility.

Okay. Full responsibility.
You heard her.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

Don't worry about her. She'll be fine.

Just press the buzzer for the doctor
when she comes around.

I'll do that. Miss?

- Yes.
- What kind of trouble is she in?

That's what I intend to find out.

You idiot!

First that girl goes wandering
all over creation in that costume

then you botch the only opportunity
we have to get rid of her.

You're every bit as muscle-brained
as you appear.

I told her time and time again,
don't wear it in public.

What more could I do?

You could have made sure
she didn't wear it in public.

She was on her way home
from our dress rehearsal.

How was I supposed to know
she'd try and rescue some dumb kid?

The point is, she did.
And now all my plans are ruined.

Look, just get me any one
of those other girls you auditioned.

I can teach her the stunts
by tomorrow night. Guaranteed.

That's the least of my problems,
you imbecile.

Thanks to your trainee and you,
the police are involved.

To say nothing of the real Wonder Woman
and probably the I.A.D.C.

- If that girl opens her mouth...
- She's not going to.

I warned her real good about people
with overactive vocal chords.

Just like you warned her real good
not to wear that costume in public.

When she comes to and finds out
someone tried to kill her,

she'll keep her mouth shut. Guaranteed.

Very well, Mr. Roman.

I'm going to call in
one of our runners-up.

You will have 24 hours to get her ready.

- No problem.
- No mistakes.

Gentlemen, I said four tables up front,
not five.

Five tables up front
ruins the entire floor plan.

Please, gentlemen, be very careful
with that statue.

Mr. Austin.

- Oh, Mr. Percy. It's good to see you.
- Thank you.

You look a bit bedraggled,
especially for 2:00 in the afternoon.

I just heard from Mrs. Havenhurst.

Everybody that she invited to
this charity dinner tomorrow is coming.

- Every last one.
- That's only 30 people. Isn't it, John?

Only 30? They're only the 30
richest people in Washington.

Maybe in the entire country.

"The Golden Thirty."
Right here in the hotel that I work for.

What a marvelous opportunity
to introduce

so many highly influential people
to Myerton hospitality.

Or sour them on it for good
in case anything goes wrong.

- Care for some coffee?
- Not for me, thank you.

- Do you mind if I do?
- Not at all. Go ahead.

Nothing's likely to go wrong,
is it, John?

Oh, no, of course not.

There, you see, you worry too much.

I'm sure everything will go as planned.

In the meantime,
I'd like to rehearse my models

on the stage this evening,
if that's all right.

As long as I get to watch.

I understand your models
are really quite something.

It's all in the eye of the beholder,
John.

And perhaps in a well-placed dab
of makeup or two.

- Well, I'll see you this evening, then.
- Right, Mr. Percy.

- Thank you. Goodbye.
- Bye-bye.

No. No, gentlemen.
I said four tables up front.

Not three, not five. Four.

That many. You see?

Would you page Mr. John Austin, please?

John Austin,
call on house line three. John Austin.

Thank you.

John Austin.

I sincerely hope

Mrs. Havenhurst's charming husband

is still planning to attend
your hotel's bash tomorrow night.

Listen, you creep.

Your threats didn't frighten me two days
ago and they don't frighten me now.

Why should you be frightened?
It isn't you I intend to murder.

They're just crank calls, Steve.
Nothing more.

If somebody really wanted
to kill Ambassador Havenhurst

why would he call me
and tell me about it?

And why would he do it at a charity
event featuring a fashion show?

If you're convinced the guy's
a crackpot, what are you doing here?

Advice, old buddy.

I was hoping you might suggest
a way out of this mess.

- Did you tell anybody else at the hotel?
- No way.

This shindig tomorrow night
has got to be the biggest event

ever held at a Myerton Hotel
anyplace in the nation.

If I do anything to mess this up,
there goes my whole career with Myerton.

So, if you don't cancel the event
and something does happen...

Not only do I lose my career,

I could have somebody's death on
my conscience for the rest of my life.

So you're in no position
to take a chance

- that those calls weren't for real.
- Exactly.

All right.
I'll tell you what I'm going to do.

Because it's a government official
whose life has been threatened,

I can make security arrangements
for your show.

Steve, I don't want
to put you in a bind.

It's no problem. Really.

Thanks.

If word of this leaks out, the party's
ruined and I'm down the drain.

Why don't I stop by tonight and take
a close look at the setup

and maybe we can come up with
some very discreet security measures.

Hello. Oh, yeah. Thanks a lot.

Okay?

- A government agency discreet?
- There's a first time for everything.

- See you tonight.
- Okay.

- Thanks, Steve.
- You bet.

Diana?

Hi, Steve.
You got anything on Nancy Clark?

As a matter of fact, I do.
A police record.

You're kidding.

Nothing big,

but nothing she'd want to brag about
to the folks back home, either.

- Trace that costume yet?
- Just talked to the costume shop owner.

Getting him to tell me whom
he made it for was like pulling teeth.

But he gave me a name and address.
I'm on my way there.

Okay, but keep me posted.

I'll be very interested to know why

a girl with a police record
was posing as Wonder Woman.

So will I.

Nancy?

Nance?

Hi, kiddo. How you doing?

Toad.

- Uh, Todd.
- I know your name.

What are you doing...

What am I doing here?

You were in an accident.
The rescue squad brought you in.

I can't remember.

You were wearing a Wonder Woman costume

and trying to help some kid.

How many people know?
I mean, about what happened to me?

You made the noon report on Channel Two.

Oh, no.

Are you in trouble, Nancy?

- Get lost, okay?
- Come on, Nancy. Let me help you.

Hey, look...

Somebody tried to kill you right after
you were brought in this morning.

- Kill me?
- Yeah.

Percy...

- Wants me dead.
- Percy?

- Who's Percy?
- Oh, just get lost.

Tell me what kind of trouble you're in.
I can help.

- I'd do anything to help you.
- You are such a jerk. You really are.

- What, for caring about you?
- You don't even know me.

Let me tell you something, turkey.

You know why I got that modeling job?
Huh?

You know why they hired me?

- Because you're a beautiful girl.
- Because I got a record.

Check forgery and shoplifting.

They figured anybody desperate enough
to break the law once,

wouldn't mind doing it again.

They were right.

How does that grab you?

My brother's been busted three times
for marijuana.

Just get out of here, please.
My head feels like it's going to burst.

I'll tell the doctor.

Just leave.

No matter what you say,
whatever mess you're in,

I'm going to help get you out of it.

I wish you liked yourself
half as much as I like you.

Jerk.

Hold it!

Just how many stories did she fall?

Marvelous. No.

Mr. Roman will contact you
and arrange for your pay.

And good day to you.

Pity your colleague
had to come to such a dreadful end.

But life goes on,
and you have work to do.

Such as helping me steal several million
dollars' worth of jewels and furs

from the cream of Washington society.

- Fred Roman?
- Yeah?

I'm Diana Prince.

- Thanks, George.
- I.A.D.C.

I expected to see someone else.

What you mean, don't you, is that
I'm the last person you expected to see.

I had this little problem getting here.

Almost as if someone didn't want me
to get here at all.

Look, I got things to do.
What is it you want?

Well, I got your name from the owner
of a costume shop.

That's where I was, by the way,
when I had this little problem.

The bottom line, huh?

I understand the shop made several
Wonder Woman costumes for you.

- Mmm-hmm.
- Why?

I spend part of the time
teaching acrobatics

I spend the other part arranging for
Wonder Woman to show up at parties.

You train girls
to appear as Wonder Woman?

I teach them the stunts,
they wear the costumes.

We all make a living.
You got some kind of problem with that?

No.

A girl wearing one of those costumes
was hospitalized this morning.

Nancy Clark. I heard about that.
Too bad.

What's worse is that while she
was there, somebody tried to kill her.

Someone about your size.

Apparently he was afraid of what she
might say if she regained consciousness.

That's all very interesting,
but I got a living to make, okay?

Okay. When I see Nancy tomorrow,
I'll be sure to give her your best.

Yeah, you do that.

Come on, let's get started.
You got a lot to do tomorrow night.

Four beats to curtain.

Five, six, seven, eight.

Very nice. Very nice, indeed.

Remember those guns
are part of your lifestyle.

Think '20s.

Yes, yes, switch the gun and sit here.

Very good.

Yes, that's nice.

Karen.

Sit and drape. Very nice, indeed.

Excuse me. Yes, I like that.

Leslie, you go first. Four for nothing.

Five, six, seven, eight.

Leslie, that's your first position.
Now, Karen, we'll...

- Tape's broken, sir.
- Just relax, everybody,

while our mechanical wizard
earns his keep.

Fortunately, dear fellow, I have
four more tapes just like that one.

- Now you're the one looking bedraggled.
- Not at all.

You just witnessed the reason
why rehearsals were invented.

- Excuse me, John.
- Oh, Steve.

Mr. Percy, Col. Steve Trevor.
Steve, Edgar Percy.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

This is the man responsible
for what's happening onstage.

Really.
What a delightful responsibility.

Indeed.

What do you think?

There's no question about it.
You need professional help.

What do you suggest,
a platoon at every door?

Hey!

No.

What I suggest is that you limit access
to the room to one door

and everybody going through it will be
screened electronically for weapons

and allow a few of my agents
to circulate during the party.

This is a sit-down dinner.

I can't have your men eyeing everybody.

- Nobody will...
- Excuse me.

I take it you're discussing
how to keep undesirables

- out of tomorrow night's affair?
- Something like that, yes.

As you know, my models
and I have entertained

wealthy and influential people
many, many times.

In several instances

security guards kept a discreet eye
on the guests while posing as waiters.

- Three agents, in uniforms I'll provide.
- You got it. That's a good idea.

I'll have the scanner delivered
tomorrow afternoon.

Oh, Mr. Percy, I realize that
these guns onstage are props,

- but we'll still want to check them out.
- Of course.

But we will see you here tomorrow night,
won't we, Colonel?

My men can handle this
without me.

No, Steve, if you're not here
it's no-go on any of this.

All right. I'll be here.
If I get to sit at a front table.

- No problem.
- Nice meeting you, Mr. Percy.

- Likewise.
- So long.

Thanks, Steve.

- The tape is ready, sir.
- All right. Excuse me, John.

Places, everybody.

Exactly the same position
you had before.

Roll the tape, please.

I'm not hiding anything.

I was coming home from dress-rehearsing
some stunts at the gym.

I was supposed to play Wonder Woman
at some guy's birthday party on Sunday.

Then why is it that somebody tried
to kill you?

- And me, for that matter.
- I don't know.

- Somebody made a mistake.
- About both of us?

Look, you're just picking on me
because I got a record.

I make a couple of mistakes

and all of a sudden I'm open game
for anybody with a fancy ID.

Oh, yeah, sure. Badger her,
call her a liar, she's used to it.

Well, I'm not.

I'm sorry.

After all, you are here
because you saved a child's life.

Doubt if I ever do that again.

So, you make your living modeling, huh?

Supposed to be the best way
to get into acting.

More like the best way to be broke
all the time.

Do you have an agent?

No, what work I get comes from
going over the want ads.

I'm trying to build up my connections.

Is that how you got the job
playing Wonder Woman?

Yeah.

Caught my eye as soon as I opened
the paper.

"Big money.
Opportunity for tall, athletic..."

They offered you big money?
For a birthday party?

Oh...

No, I was thinking of another ad.

The Wonder Woman job,
I got that through a friend.

- That was it.
- Nancy...

Nancy, the people that hired you,

they want you to think that just because
you made some bad decisions once,

you don't know how to make good ones.
But that's not true.

You proved it yourself
when you saved that little boy's life.

My head is killing me.
I can't talk anymore.

Okay.

I'll have the doctor look in on you.

Wait a second, miss.

Could you tell me
where I can find Mr. Percy?

He's staying at the hotel,
but I have no idea which room.

Didn't I see you
hanging around the stage last night?

Yeah. I work for the hotel. Night shift.

I would have talked to Mr. Percy then,
but he was always too busy.

Well, he'll be back tonight
for the show, that's for sure.

Excuse me. I have to go backstage
and try some costumes.

Wait a second. Maybe you can help me.

I wanted to ask him about Nancy Clark.

You know, the girl he hired to play
Wonder Woman?

Oh.

That's her name, Nancy.

What about her?

Look, see she's my girl.

And I just wanted to know
what Percy hired her for.

- She didn't tell you?
- No.

See, she wanted me to be surprised,
but I'd really rather know now.

Far be it from me to ruin a surprise.

Just keep your eyes peeled
during the speakeasy routine.

Come in.

- Very nice, Mr. Percy.
- Thank you.

The I.A.D.C. agents that Trevor sent
over are tied up in the store room.

- Here's their ID cards.
- Good.

Now we simply wait
for the Colonel himself to show.

Is Wonder Woman well-rehearsed?

She'll do fine.
She's waiting for you to make her up.

Well, despite your blunder
at the hospital,

and despite Diana Prince's knack
for staying alive,

we'll soon be on our way to South
America, several million dollars richer.

Not a bad way to retire, Mr. Percy.

For years, I've been famous for creating

some of the most beautiful faces
in the world.

But the only thing
I'll be famous for tomorrow

is pulling off the most unique heist
in history.

What makes it even better,
Mr. Percy,

is that the people you'll be robbing
are the beautiful people.

Well said, dear boy. Well said.

Well, well, well! Look at you.
And I didn't even know you were engaged.

I'm not getting married,
I'm going to work.

Come on.

John Austin asked me to give him a hand
with the party at the Myerton tonight.

I told you about it.

- Yes, the threatening phone calls.
- And security in general.

The combined income of the guests
he's gonna have there tonight

would probably rival
the national treasury.

What's new on the Nancy Clark thing?

I'm having Ira run down the newspaper ad

she answered to get that
Wonder Woman job.

I thought you were going to talk to her.

I did. And I'm more convinced than ever

that she's involved in
something very big and very bad.

- If you need me, I'll be at the Myerton.
- Wait a second.

Why is it that you're leaving
and it's only 3:30 in the afternoon?

- Lots of arrangements to make.
- I wouldn't hurry, Steve.

I doubt if any of Percy's models
can get free until after the show.

Why, Diana,
whatever could you be talking about?

- Col. Trevor?
- Right.

Bob Roberts. John Austin asked me
to keep an eye out for you.

Wanted me to point out a fire exit that
might give us a problem tonight.

- You care to take a look?
- Sure. Lead the way.

- Hello, Rover.
- Hello, Diana.

- Got something for me, I hope?
- Sure do.

Oh, good.

Oh, great. Not a completely wasted
Saturday afternoon.

This has got to be the ad she answered.
It might even have tempted me.

Good old Ira.

Four-four-nine-two.

Yes, I'm sorry. I completely blanked out
on who I was calling.

Do you wish to leave a message
for Mr. Percy?

Percy?

Percy, yes. Edgar Percy.

Yes, what is the message,
please?

Well, never mind. I'm sorry.
I'll just try later.

Looks like I'll be going
to that fashion show, too.

- How goes it, Colonel?
- Just fine. Look.

Confiscated from three
of our guests.

I explained it was for their own good,
of course.

Of course. Unfortunately, one can
hardly argue with the I.A.D.C.

True.

- How about the guns up on stage?
- Loaded and ready.

Well, I think I should go to my room.

Make myself comfortable.
See you shortly.

How about some hors d'oeuvres, Steve?
I saved you that table up front.

No, I'm not hungry.
Besides, I can't do my job sitting down.

Well, you're the boss.
Are you getting a cold?

You're sounding awfully funny.

No, it's just a little sore throat.
Another reason for keeping my distance.

- Okay. I'll talk to you later.
- Yeah.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Talked to Mr. Percy yet?

No, I thought I'd wait till after
the speakeasy number.

Won't be long now.

That kid's still hanging around,
the one I told you was asking questions.

- Where?
- There.

Todd? What are you doing here?

I'm trying to find out
what kind of trouble Nancy is in

so I can get her out of it.

Something really big is going to happen
out there tonight.

I know, but I have no idea what.

I can tell you one thing.

Whatever it is,
it's not going to be good.

I can tell you another thing
and it's not going to be pleasant.

Not for you two.

You've all been looking forward to this

so I won't waste your time
with a long introduction.

On behalf of our hostess,
Mrs. Havenhurst...

And the Myerton Hotel...

I present, "Fashions That Made
the Twenties Roar"

featuring the Edgar Percy Models.

Hold it.

I wanna watch the show, don't you?

Cut the tape, please.

I said, cut the tape.

Yes, this gun is real and it's loaded.
So are theirs.

Please remain in your seats.
Don't move and don't talk.

Just kindly turn all your valuables
over to my friends.

Stick them right in there.
Your wallet...

Now, move it. Come on.

And that bracelet.

Come on. Let's hurry up. Move along.

- Let's go, lady. Let's go.
- Drop it in there.

All right, hold it. It's all over.

The men dressed as waiters
are my agents.

My men will collect the bags.
Start collecting, that's it.

Everybody just stay seated,
just stay calm.

Everything will be all right.
Everything is under control.

Just remain calm. The rest
of you people, drop your weapons.

Now, just stay calm, keep your seats.

Thanks to Wonder Woman, we're all safe.
The police have been sent for.

The items taken from you will be
taken down to police headquarters.

You'll get them back as soon
as we've photographed the evidence.

Call the police,
don't worry about that. Go.

Everything will be returned
as quickly as possible.

Now, just be calm

while Wonder Woman and my men
will remove these people

so they don't bother you anymore.

Transportation will be provided

to take you down to headquarters
where you can identify your valuables.

Real bullets this time, Wonder Woman.

So that would've been Nancy out there

playing Wonder Woman and helping them
get away with all those valuables.

Maybe not. She might've...

- Steve. You okay?
- Oh, yeah.

Another lump on the head
to go along with my collection.

But look who I found waiting in his room

- unaware that his plans had gone astray.
- They should not have gone astray.

I had everything planned,
down to the tiniest detail.

Except you forgot to take one thing
into account, Mr. Percy.

A police record doesn't make
a person all bad.

If Nancy hadn't stopped
to save that child,

you wouldn't be on your way to prison.

Which reminds me,
I've got a phone call to make.

- Thanks for everything.
- Sure.

- So do I.
- So do I.

I'll make reservations for two
at the Château Lafite.

What's the occasion?

You don't think I'm letting this tuxedo
go to waste, do you?