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It's here. They're unloading the Rolls.

- Miss Prince?
- Yes.

You're right on time.

One custom 1935 Rolls Landaulet

with platinum hood ornament
coming right up.

Thank you very much, sir.

Always a pleasure to accommodate
the I.A.D.C.

All right, fellows,
let's get the doors open.

So what do we got going on here?

Some kind of a spy caper or something?

[coughing]

[toy whirring]

That's a Rolls, all right.
But ain't it kind of small?

[laughing]

[Diana] Hey, stop that car.

[theme song playing]

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman

[tires screeching]

[brakes squealing]

[Wonder Woman] Raise this higher.

Move it to the left.

Hey, Wonder Woman,
what is happening, sister?

What's in the back?

I don't know, ma'am,
I guess it was a mix-up.

Someone must have goofed and sent down
two trucks to the same place.

I don't know nothing about a stolen car.

Did you get a good look
at the other driver?

No, ma'am.

He was so teed off about the mix-up
he refused to get out of the cab.

At least, that's what it looked like.

[tires screeching]

[Bolt] Nobody told me that the I.A.D.C.

and two females were going to interfere.

- Interfere?
- Would you settle for "meddle"?

For your information, Inspector Bolt...

Wonder Woman
and I were trying to retrieve...

For your information, Agent Prince,
I was there on a tip

that could've busted the biggest
car theft ring since original sin!

I was going to tail that Rolls-Royce
to its original source.

And, I suppose,
you think your car thieves

are more important
than national security.

- My car thieves?
- All right, all right.

Enough squabbling, for crying out loud.

Now, Bolt, you want the Man
behind the car theft ring, right?

Right.

Diana, you and I want that hood ornament
off the antique Rolls.

Now, it's been decided and agreed upon

that the two of you
will be working together.

Okay.

Okay.

Maybe I was off base.

I take it all back.
Except, the female part.

You are most definitely female.

Since birth.

Good, now that we have
our genders straight,

what can you tell us about
this car theft organization?

- Hello?
- Oh, uh, sorry.

Well, I've been after these guys
for quite some time now.

And I've yet to get a specific line
on their operations.

So I know they got to have
a headquarters somewhere, right?

Some kind of drop
for all these hot cars.

Some place where they can remove
the serial numbers,

change the paint jobs.

- You have no idea where this drop is?
- [Bolt] No.

They always manage
to just slip away from me.

Like today.
But this time I know the buyer.

An ophthalmologist, Dr. Samson.

They seem to concentrate primarily
on classic cars?

Classics, antiques,
refurbished old sports jobs.

Do you know there is a billion-dollar
business just on stolen parts alone?

Samson would pay over 100,000
for that Rolls.

And even more if they could get him
a Duesenberg instead.

And the man behind this ring?

[clicks tongue]
Another big question mark.

Unless of course, you subscribe
to the theory that all crimes

fit the personality of the perpetrator.

In which case, our man,

number one, is a gambler, a businessman.

Efficient, well organized.

And someone in touch with big money.

[Fiskle] Sam, what are you doing to me?

Sell short. Yes, short!

[phone ringing]

Yeah? Hold on.

And buy the June bellies 10 minutes
before the bell.

Go ahead, I'm listening.

For 40 acres?

- [phone ringing]
- All right.

All right.

Brazil? Uh-uh.

Arbitrate and call back.

Wondering, maybe we can get a hold
of a Duesenberg?

We can give it a try.

Sounds like you have a plan, Inspector.

Best plan since
Hannibal crossed the Alps.

- Brilliant?
- But risky.

Now just one second.

There you go, Doc. Over this way.

This is the man.

I'm sorry to keep you waiting,
Dr. Samson,

been one of those days.

I'm afraid you have me
at a disadvantage, Mr...

As intended, sir, my identity
remains a mystery to my clients,

and all but a few of my
closest associates. As intended.

You are prepared to fill my order?
The 1935 Landaulet?

For $100,000 in Swiss francs,
drawable on a Swiss account, yes.

Make it 75.

Split the difference,
and allow me to keep this.

A sentimental addition to my collection.

Done.

Why quibble? There must be hundreds
of ladies like her.

[Steve] It looks like this one,

but the lady we're after
is very much one-of-a-kind.

And more important to Uncle Sam
than the cars are to the police.

Please remember that, Inspector,
in case your plan works.

You can have your lady, Colonel.
All I want is the Man.

- You ready, partner?
- Yes.

Ah, ah, now just a minute.
Neither of you are quite ready yet.

Diana, I have a lovely brooch for you.

It's a tiny microphone,
pick up every word you say.

- I guess I'll have to watch my language.
- I certainly hope so.

This is for you, Inspector.

- A ballpoint tape recorder.
- Clever.

- And that?
- And don't forget your camera.

And remember, Inspector,
you are Arnie Lippincott.

Small time thief with big ideas.

Excellent.

How are your eyes?

It's funny you should mention it,
they've been bothering me lately.

"L-P-E-D."

Now what do you see?

I see 1935 Rolls-Royce Landaulet.

- I beg your pardon?
- No, wait.

It's an SJ-type Duesenberg.

A Duesenberg that a certain
ophthalmologist has been looking for.

I'm afraid I don't know
what you're talking about.

Dr. Samson,

I know that you've been
putting out feelers for...

a 1934 SJ-type Doozie.

With dual windshields, front and rear,

dual side mounts, body by Rollston...

powered by the original
supercharged straight eight.

You, uh, can get one for me?

Mmm-hmm.

[chuckles]

You never really wanted
that Rolls-Royce, did you?

Not if I can get a 34 SJ-type Doozie.

[Dr. Samson laughing]

[phone ringing]

[Fiskle]Yes?

Samson didn't show to pick up the Rolls.

Could be cold feet.

- Could be competition.
- Yes, could be.

Do you know what to do
in that eventuality?

Yeah, I know what to do.

[line disconnects]

Sure do.

Hi.

- Dr. Samson, Arnie Lippincott.
- Shall we?

- [Dr. Samson] Let me drive her.
- No driving,

not until the trade is made.

Tomorrow, I'll have it for you tomorrow.

Then it's settled?

We trade straight across,
this Doozie for the Rolls.

Any day.

Then the lady will be happy
to take you for a drive.

There isn't going to be any trade.

Brilliant.

But risky.

[Alfie] You had an appointment
with a Rolls remember, Doctor?

But I gave him better merchandise
at a better price.

[Dr. Samson] Uh-huh.

Well, the trade's off.

And I'm taking the Doozie to boot.

- Just for wasting my time.
- Oh, no.

[tires screeching]

Go for them, baby!

[grunting]

It's okay, Alfie.

- You're a thinker, not a fighter.
- A thinker?

Ha!

If brains were rain
he couldn't make a drop.

Let's go, wise guy,
you're not out of the woods yet.

Steve, I take it you heard
what just went on back there?

We didn't get the Rolls,

but they did take Bolt with them,
just like you figured. So...

I'm going to take Dr. Samson
down to the police station

for a little chat with our friend,
Lt. Cline, and then I'll be in.

Sounds like you're
putting on weight, Alfie.

You know, Lippincott...

You'd look like what's on my plate
if I had my way.

Oh, don't tell me you've gone
and lost your way now.

First a Duesenberg, then a fight,
and now your way. [chuckles]

You better watch out, Alfie,
next thing you know, it'll be your job.

[gun cocking]

You know that sound?

Yeah, I know that sound.

If you don't want to hear
the one that follows,

lay off of me.

You bet.

[buzzer sounding]

Your credentials have been checked,
Mr. Lippincott.

- Passed inspection.
- Naturally.

So what do you want from me now?

Not much, actually.

Simply instruct your female associate

to deliver that Duesenberg
into my hands.

Your hands?
My foot, that's my Duesenberg.

You keep your greasy meat hooks off it,
whatever your name is.

[Fiskle] My impetuous friend...

- that Duesenberg is worth $200,000.
- I know.

Don't think for a moment
you won't die if I don't get it.

You can't mess with Arnie Lippincott...

my boys will be all over you
like green on grass.

How colorful.

But we both know, your little midnight
auto supply is a one-man operation.

No, with his chick it makes two.

And she's not going to miss you.

Okay. Okay, I'll tell you
what I'm gonna do.

I'm going to make you a deal.

You are going to make me a deal?

Right... [both coughing]

Excuse me, this happens all the time.

I got it.

Is this, by any chance,
part of your deal?

A Packard insignia. So what?

So, I just happen to have a line

on a '37 Packard,
12-cylinder Roadster Coupe.

- And?
- And it's yours.

If you two guys
will let me out of here alive,

and in one piece.

Not particularly interested,
Mr. Lippincott.

[sighing]

But, by some strange some coincidence,

I do have a buyer
for a 1929 Mercedes Phaeton.

Totally restored and original.

Well, if anybody in this world
can find one,

- it's Arnie Lippincott.
- He's full of it.

Why don't you let me waste him, huh?

By this weekend, Arnie Lippincott.

For 20%, whatever your name is.

[chuckles]

A capitalist after my own heart.

- 20% it is.
- Done.

And my insignia?

- Of course.
- Thank you.

[Alfie] I wouldn't give him
20% of nothing.

I'd make him 100% dead.

If he can do as he says,

I can use him
in the organization, Alfie.

After all, you haven't come across
with much recently.

However, until he passes
this little test...

he's still on the expendable list.

You better get 100% on this test, kid.

Alfie, don't you think it's about time
we took this blindfold off?

It might look a little less conspicuous.

- Yeah, go ahead, take it off.
- All right.

- [exhales]
- [Alfie chuckles]

- You look better with it on.
- You're cute.

Uh-oh.

What's the matter?

I forgot to tell you, this car is hot.

Terrific.

Don't worry, nobody catches Alfie.

[police car siren wailing]

[tires squeal]

- [Alfie] Put up the windows.
- [Bolt] Are you out of your mind?

Put them up!

- Get out!
- [Bolt] Get lost!

[Alfie] It's either get wet
or I put a bullet

right through that fancy shirt of yours.

[Bolt] Well, since you put it that way.

- Come on.
- What about the car?

- Let them have it!
- You are out of your mind!

Let them have it.

[grunts]

- It's the cops.
- Just act natural.

Easy for you to say.
You're used to being all wet.

I'm going home, get some dry clothes.

Hello.

- What hit you, a tidal wave?
- Would you believe a car wash?

Well, it looks like you went through it
without a car.

- I did.
- Why?

- Because it was hot.
- The car wash?

- No, the car.
- Right.

- Did you get the photographs?
- Yes. Yes, got some pictures.

Just open your palm.

- And do we have a tape recording?
- That's in this pocket.

Just lift that cylinder off.

There you are.

Did you by chance get any fingerprints?

Even got those.
Now, they may be a bit damp,

but with the waterproof
protective coating,

there shouldn't be too many smudges.

Great, pretty soon we will know
who your man is.

And with any good fortune
we will also have your lady for you.

Who could ask for more?

- Just one thing.
- What?

The car that is described
on that tape recording.

[Diana] Well, we'll work on it.

I think it may be a good idea
if you went down by yourself first.

I got a shadow
lurking around here somewhere,

and it wouldn't be a good idea
for him to see us together.

Your shadow is here, cop.

Alfie's going to want to talk to you
real bad. Let's go.

Slow.

[Bolt] Help!

Ahhh!

Help!

Where you going? Somebody, help!

Help. Help!

Somebody, help!

Help!

Somebody, help!

Somebody, help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

[screaming]

[exhales]

"Interfering females"?

Look after him, will you?

You're the wizard who gives
flying lessons without a plane?

Under the spell of my lasso
you have to tell the truth.

- Who are you?
- Who is your boss?

- Who are you working for?
- Alfie's my boss.

He owns the car wash.

What does this Alfie do
with stolen cars?

I don't know nothing about stolen cars.
I'm just a cashier.

When I release you, you will forget
everything that's happened here.

[Alfie] You blew it.

I couldn't help it! He gave me the slip.

I'm just a cashier, man.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Where you been all this time?

- I don't know.
- Never mind, his car is here.

He'll be back.

Slim, you got that thing ready for him?

Yeah, yeah. It's going to be ready.

I don't think Lippincott is going to
cut into my territory anymore.

[Fiskle] But, by some
strange coincidence,

I do have a buyer
for a 1929 Mercedes Phaeton.

Totally restored and original.

[Ira] The I.R.A.C. computer
has analyzed the fingerprints.

- Have you got an ID yet, Ira?
- Patience, Steve Trevor.

"Patience, Steve Trevor."

[electronic beeping]

How is it coming?

When do you want it to go off?

- When Lippincott's in the car.
- I know that, Alfie.

This is a heat-activating timer.
It's used by all the big-time hit men.

Say the temperature in the engine

runs at a 180 degrees
for ten minutes, then...

blooey.

Ten minutes sounds good,
as long as it goes blooey.

[laughs] Don't worry about blooey.

Suspect is Fiskle, Otis B.
Businessman, investor.

Speculator, swindler.

He has amassed two separate fortunes
with illegal schemes,

and subsequently lost them
in legitimate enterprises.

Sounds like he's working
on his third fortune in stolen cars.

Where can we find him?

Also convicted
of swindling pension money

from retired citizens in nursing homes.

Real nice guy, but where is he?

His record gets increasingly despicable.

Ira, why do I get the impression
you're stalling?

- Who, me?
- Yes, you.

Now where is Otis Fiskle?

He always hides his operations
in unexpected places.

Look, if you don't know where he is,
why don't you just admit it?

The I.R.A.C. computer is unaccustomed
to admitting failure.

Oh.

Well, you still have a chance
to redeem yourself.

Have you located the 1929 Phaeton
described on the tape?

Affirmative.

There. You see?
You're still good for something.

All right, let me have it.

The sooner Inspector Bolt
gets that car for Fiskle

the sooner he can get
that hood ornament for us.

[Bolt clearing throat]

- Just admiring your wheels.
- Uh-huh.

What are you doing, Alfie,
looking for a new job?

By the way...

what happened to that shadow of yours?
You lose him, too?

You're real cute, Lippincott.

- Where's the M Sedan you promised me?
- Oh.

- You mean you got it?
- Of course.

- Well, where is it?
- I'm going to tell you?

You don't think
you're going to swipe that car

so you can get in good with the Man?

Just doing what the Man tells me.

No matter, the car is mine.

Says who?

Look over there, turkey.

[laughing]

Oh.

Says him.

Now tell me all about my new car.

[sighing]

Tada!

- You got the keys.
- Yes.

What a way to spend a Sunday morning.

Mr. Chatsworth wasn't keen on the idea
of letting us pretend to steal his car.

So, if anything happens to it...

he'll have my head, neck, arms,
and possibly my firstborn child.

Those are going to make this
the easiest car theft in history.

What did Inspector Bolt have to say?

I couldn't get a hold of him.
I thought he would be here.

Uh-oh.

What do you mean "Uh-oh"?

He may be taking matters
into his own hands.

You mean he's hotwiring
Mr. Chatsworth's car?

That's what he said he'd do
if we didn't get the keys to him

by the time he needed them.

I better get to that antique car
with these before he does.

Or Mr. Chatsworth is going to be
very unhappy.

To say nothing of me.

Hey, Bolt.

I've got the best idea
since women's suffrage.

Why not use the keys?

Surprise.

You expecting someone else?

That's a good girl.

[beeping]

What happened to Lippincott?

[Alfie] He got all tied up.

[Diana] Why are you tying me up?

[Alfie] Because I don't want him
to get lonely.

- Where are you taking me?
- Out to lunch.

So get in.

Lou, you better get down here
right away, I may need your help.

Diana's in trouble.

[whispering] We've stopped somewhere,
I can't tell where.

[Diana] We're in a car wash...

but we seemed to be going down
in an elevator.

Get a hold of Inspector Bolt's
Detail Command.

There's got to be a way to reach him.

Boss? Alfie. I got the car you wanted.

About this guy Lippincott, he's useless.

Had to do it myself.

Okay.

Trevor calling Lippincott.

Trevor calling Arnie Lippincott.

[lively instrumental music on radio]

I'm getting numb, Shadow,
why don't you untie me?

Not until Alfie gets back
with the special Phaeton.

Then king me.

Shut up.

[Steve] Arnie Lippincott, where are you?
Do you read me?

- What's that?
- Come in, Arnie.

Urgent message for Arnie Lippincott.

Lippincott, come in, please. Over.

Shadow.

Now...

I guess it looks like you better do

exactly what I tell you to.

[Diana] You've got enough classics here
to start your own auto show.

That's a familiar looking Rolls.
1935 Landaulet?

- You ought to be a used-car salesman.
- [chuckles]

Cute. What happened
to the hood ornament?

Boy, you're a nosey broad.

But if you must know,
the boss took it for a souvenir.

- Oh, terrific.
- [Diana] How nice.

[Bolt] Trevor? This is
Lippincott calling, come in.

- Lippincott?
- Yes, Colonel, I'm still here.

That last idea of yours,
how good was it?

Best idea since Hannibal
crossed the Alps.

- Brilliant?
- But risky.

Hey, it is you!

Listen. They've got Diana.

- Where?
- I don't know.

She says she's somewhere in a garage
full of classic cars.

Under a car wash.
You have any idea where that might be?

No, no, I don't. But, wait a minute.

Wait a minute, it's a long shot

but I'd like to try
Alfie's car wash, anyway.

Oh, and I suggest you get a few men

down to the garage and body shop
on Grafton Avenue.

- Grafton. I'll be there.
- I'll check with you later. Out.

[engine starts]

Don't go away, Shadow.

[Steve] Inspector? Bolt?

Yes, Colonel, I'm still here.

Diana indicated she's been transferred
to a green four-door Sedan.

- A green machine, got it.
- [tires screeching]

[Bolt] Matter of fact,
there's one coming in right now.

I'll keep an eye on him
and move when they do.

Let's hit the road.
We'll monitor on the way.

[phone ringing]

Hey!

Hey, help! Help, somebody.

Nobody answers at the garage.

I got a bad feeling
about that guy Lippincott.

Yeah. Like cop fever.

I wonder who he really is.

It doesn't matter,
he ain't going to cause us any trouble.

Yeah, why?

Because if he's running
in that car of his...

blooey. Remember?

Blooey.

You're strange.

[engine starts]

Do you hear that, lady?
Your boyfriend's going blooey.

"Blooey"?

A bomb.

Inspector Bolt, this is Trevor.
There may be a bomb in your car.

Repeat, a bomb!
Get out immediately. Over.

Inspector.

Bolt, bail out now.

Sorry, Colonel,
I haven't got a parachute.

That's an order!

Not until I find out
where they're taking her.

Out.

- Fiskle?
- That's correct.

I found the hideout.
It's a farm on Oak Creek

about four miles east
of County Line Road.

[Steve] Bolt, are you
out of that car yet?

I'm getting out right now.
I'm going to follow them on foot. Out.

[explosion]

Blooey! [laughing]

Bring her over here. Quickly. Quickly.

Take the top off this thing.

Maybe you, uh, got rid of my partner,

but that won't stop the others.

Will you take it easy?

Hold it! That's about enough
horsing around. Lou?

[both grunting]

"Blooey."

Here's another one to add
to your collection, Colonel.

Meet the Man.

Nice work, Bolt.

All right, Fiskle,
where is Diana Prince?

She's right here.

Alive and well.

Which is more than I can say
for some people.

Find another car wash, Inspector Bolt?

Won't have to take a bath for a month.

But you, uh... got your man.

Yep. I did that.

Now maybe we can find your lady.

There's a button on the bottom edge
of that picture frame.

- There's your lady.
- Yep.

- I'll take it.
- Okay.

The E-COM-PHAZE missile plans.

Touted by military intelligence as being
the most deadly system yet conceived.

Now we can go forward
with a defense system to neutralize it.

Yeah. Thanks to you two.

That's us. The best team
since Mickey and Minnie.

- That good?
- The best.

[theme song playing]

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman