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[disco music playing]

You know, some of you been wondering
why they call me Infra Red.

Well, you see, it's light,

and I'm into light.

The whole human cosmic experience.
Yes, indeed.

Infrared is also invincible,

and that's sort of like I am up here.
[chuckles]

Yes, indeed. You understand?

Well, I tell you. Also, if you use
too much of it, you burn, baby, burn!

[disco music continues]

He's pretty good.

Well, don't sell yourself short.

I've got a feeling there's more to you
than meets the eye.

[music continues]

Kathy, Anthony! You're becoming
quite a regular here, I see.

It's only my second time in, Angelique.
This is still pretty fast company

for a mundane engineer like me.

Nonsense. Every group needs new blood

every now and then.

Enjoy your evening.

Angelique keeps a few rooms in the back
for the entertainment of her more, uh,

special customers. You interested?

[music continues]

[people whooping, whistling]

[door clatters]

Kathy? [echoing]

Kathy!

Kathy!

Kathy!

Don't worry about her, Tony, she's fine.

How'd you know my name?

Just relax, man. I want to talk to you
about your work.

Let me take some of that load
off your mind, Tony.

All the secrets
that are making you so uptight.

[theme song playing]

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman

[alarm blaring]

[warbling]

We've taken every precaution,
Miss Prince.

The base has been evacuated.
We do have nuclear shielding.

Your fail-safe engineer is the only one
who can deactivate the bomb?

It's an experimental model.

Borden is the only person within
a hundred miles who can handle it.

Well, that's fine, but where is he?

He'll be here any minute.

He'd better be, Colonel, or your camp
could wind up glowing in the dark

for the next 500 years.

The smaller one, that's the detonator?

Yes, it's the prototype model,

designed to shoot a stream
of supercharged ions

directly into the bomb chamber.

Eventually we hope to use it for
remote triggering of nuclear missiles

at a range of, oh, 50 miles or more.

Lovely. Death by long distance.

Colonel! How long till detonation?

- Got less than two minutes.
- You don't give a man much time, do you?

Borden is the best nuclear engineer
on the East Coast.

And he knows this particular detonator
inside out.

[beeping]

I've located the trouble, Colonel.

For some reason, it's scrambling
all incoming commands to disarm.

It'll respond to
the master code, won't it?

It should. As long as it's fed
in the proper sequence.

So feed it in, man.
That's what you're here for.

Take it easy,
the sequence has to be right.

Twenty-four,

uh, thirty-two?

No!

[warbling]

Thirty...

three!

[keys beeping]

- Borden, will you feed in that code?
- Give me a minute!

[Steve] We haven't got a minute!

[warbling]

I can't remember.

I don't know what's the matter with me.
I just can't remember.

I suggest that
we head for that shielding.

Gentlemen, inside. Move it!

[alarm blaring]

What is wrong with you, Borden?

If it hadn't been for Wonder Woman,
we would've all been killed!

- It's gone, it's all gone.
- What is all gone?

The code, the numbers,
everything that mattered.

It's gone from my mind!

I can't remember anything.
The sequence,

I knew it as well as my own name.

Twenty-four, thirty-two.

No!

Thirty-three, forty-one?

Fi... Fifty-five.

Sixty-three.

Eighty-nine.

Twenty-two, seven.

Go on, Nick.
The buyer for this tape is waiting.

Ionic field density

varies with the relative distance
between the bomb chamber and detonator,

becoming ineffectual
at a distance of 1.2 kilometers.

You did say I had tonight off,
didn't you?

Tomorrow night. Maybe.

Tonight, one of my guests is a man
who designs military satellites.

There's a lot of money at stake.
We must entertain him properly.

Okay. I'll probe his mind,
and then I'll split.

I've a life of my own to lead, you know?

Oh, I know.

The detonator uses radio signals
at the following frequencies.

[Diana]
Not only was the classified data gone,

but the doctors say Borden
cannot remember one thing

that happened in the past 24 hours.

That's a pretty selective
case of amnesia, I'd say.

Yeah, there were no drugs
found in his bloodstream.

No evidence of surgery or brainwashing.
It's as though someone just

lifted the memories
right out of his mind.

Yeah, but it's possible.

You mean telepathy? Something like that?

We can't discount it, Diana.

Ira's been collecting data
on paranormal research.

It's a pet project of his.

Actually, I think
he's trying to find evidence

that human beings have greater potential

than what we've demonstrated so far.

What, we aren't sterling examples
of the human condition?

Hard to believe, isn't it? [chuckles]

You may be interested, Nick, in a call
I received from some friends of mine

at the naval hospital.

It seems that Anthony Borden
was admitted this morning

suffering from a particularly
baffling kind of amnesia.

- Is that right?
- Yes.

Seems that he's unable
to remember a thing

that happened to him
in the last 24 hours.

So?

So, my little disco devil,

it would seem that somebody
had botched his job, wouldn't it?

[Nick scoffs]

- I got the information, didn't I?
- That's very true.

And that's all you were supposed to
steal from his mind. The information.

You weren't supposed to
wipe out 24 hours.

I did the job, huh? So who cares?

The I.A.D.C. cares.

One of their agents, Diana Prince,
brought Borden to the hospital.

So what?

They're not going to
get anything out of him.

All the evidence is in my head.

You worry too much, Angie.

Don't you ever call me that name again.

Pardon me.

Angelique.

I want you to follow the Prince woman.
Find out what she knows.

And keep a discreet distance, hmm?

Sure. I can get behind that.

[Ira] Statistics show
that most paranormal abilities

are mental, not physical.

Telepathy, telekinesis,
astral projection.

What about the ability to remove
memories from someone's mind?

Memory transfer is far more rare,
but not unknown.

Please examine photos 3A,

4B, 5C and 7F.

Of the four memory telepaths discovered

at the Virginia Institute
for Paranormal Research,

only two, 3A, 7F,

possess psychic powers capable of

leaving an amnesiac void
like the one you describe.

Nicholas Carbone and Del Franklin.

Do you have a location on these two?

Nicholas Carbone was reported killed
in a gang war two years ago.

Delbert Franklin currently works for

the Inter-City Trucking Company
in Washington.

- Well, do you think he's our man?
- Negative.

It is doubtful that someone who steals
classified data would have been

employed as a fry cook, a taxi driver,
a sales clerk, and a sanitary engineer

for the Arlington public zoo,
all in the last year alone.

Well, hopefully, he'll stay employed at
the trucking company long enough

for me to check him out.

Thank you, Ira, good night.

Del Franklin? Yeah, he works here.
What did he do this time?

Nothing, Mr. Taylor,
I just want to talk to him.

Come on, what did he do,
run over the Secretary of State?

[laughs]
No, I just want to speak to him.

Thank you.

Okay.

Hey! Franklin!

Yes?

Somebody here to see you!

Park that rig over there
and come over here!

Franklin, your truck!

[brakes squeal]

Three months on the job and you still
don't know how to brake a truck?

I'm sorry, Mr. Taylor.
It'll never happen again. I promise.

You said that when you dropped

the load of Florida oranges
on the Maryland Parkway.

You said that when you rear-ended
the owner's car with your car.

I am sick and tired of
hearing you say that, Franklin!

You're through.

You pick your check up on the way out.

Uh, Mr. Franklin?

Yeah, you from the insurance company?

No, I'm Diana Prince,

I'm from the I.A.D.C.,
and I would like to talk to you.

Sure. Like the man said, I'm not exactly
on a tight schedule.

So, uh, this is the fifth straight job
that you've lost?

Yeah. [laughs ruefully]

Well, what's wrong?

I don't know. They say that I can't, uh,

focus on my work, you know?
That I can't...

I don't focus on my energy,
whatever that means.

If they knew what my real problem was,
they'd, uh, freak.

Your psychic abilities?

You know.

Yes.

That's why I'm here.

Well, I guess you think like
everybody else does at the Institute

that I'm this lucky guy, right? Well...

You got to think again.

I mean, how can I live
with my conscience knowing that I can

just steal bits and pieces
of peoples' lives?

Seems to me that you could put your
powers to good use somehow.

You think so?

All right.
Let me give you a demonstration.

Think of somebody you know, a friend,
a co-worker, anybody.

Okay.

I want you to think of their face,

I want you to think of their voice,

I want you to think of where they work,

how they walk.

Who'd you think of?

I can't remember.

Well, I can. His name is Steve Trevor.

He's your boss at the I.A.D.C..

He is tall, he has dark hair,
he's built like a football player

and he has his office next to yours,
and I hate him already.

You lifted

that entire memory right from my mind?

That's right, Miss Prince.

I stole a piece of your life.

It might've been only a second or two,
but what right do I have to do that?

- Are you interested in a job?
- Yeah. What kind?

Well, it's an investigation.
It could be dangerous.

What do I have to lose but another job?

Good.

First of all,
I want you to call me Diana.

And, secondly, I want you to report
tomorrow morning

at the I.A.D.C. at nine o'clock.

And in the meantime,
if you have any questions,

that's my home phone number and address.

- Okay?
- Okay.

Del? Are you okay?

The weirdest flash
just went through my mind.

Are you a member of the, uh,

bomb squad of the I.A.D.C.?

Of course not.

Sometimes, uh...
Sometimes it seems that way, but...

Listen, I'll see you tomorrow at 9:00.

- Okay?
- Right.

[truck honking]

The guy's a real klutz.

I can't figure out what she'd want
with a guy like that.

His name is Franklin. Del Franklin.

- Did you say Del Franklin?
- Yeah. You know him?

Yeah. We both tested
at that cheesy institute together.

He's a paranormal?

- Yeah.
- What's his talent?

Same as mine,
but not as strong, kind of undeveloped.

Well, could he pose a threat to us?

He might be able to turn up something
in the Borden guy's mind,

probe his subconscious, maybe.

All right, can you handle him
if we get him here tonight?

- Ain't no one I can't handle.
- As for the Prince woman,

we can't exactly invite her
to the Styx, too.

The wisest move would be
to eliminate her straightaway.

Don't you think, Lance?

Excuse me, sir.
Could you give me a hand?

It made this terrible gasping noise,
then it died. Could you just take look?

I don't know, you know.
I don't really know much about all that.

Oh, please. Just one look. Just try.

Okay.

Well, let's see, uh...

Yeah, looks like the engine, all right.

You know, maybe if you just
fiddled around with it a little bit.

- Yeah, well, maybe if I...
- Don't touch that! I mean,

it just looked really
dangerous to me. Um...

How about that thingamajig down there?

- Oh, this? You mean the spark plug?
- Spark plugs.

Yeah. It was loose.

There. There you go.

- Can I try it? Okay.
- Give it a go!

[engine starts]

Oh, thank you, really, a lot. I...

- I don't know how to repay you.
- Oh, you don't really have to at all.

I know! Are you busy tonight?

No!

I work at a place called the Styx,
it's a very exclusive disco.

You might have heard of it.

I'd love for you
to come and be my guest,

and then maybe later on
we could go for a drink or something?

Uh...

My name's Kathy.

Uh, here you go.
Just ask for me at the door.

I don't know your name.

Oh, I'm Del. Del Franklin.

Del. Um...

- Then I'll see you tonight?
- Great!

Maybe my luck is changing.

[disco music playing]

Just loosen up. You know?
Just go where your feet take you.

Come on. There you go.

[sighs]

I don't know about you, Steve,
but I'm packing it in for the night.

Steve!

How do you like that.

All this devotion to duty
and no one around to appreciate it.

Now, you know, just do some of this.

Some of what?

- Just turn around.
- Now watch this.

- Ready? Set.
- Okay.

Oh!

I'm really sorry. I really am sorry!
I hope I didn't wrinkle your shirt?

I'll wrinkle your face if you don't
stop jumping all over the floor.

Were you dancing or having a spasm?

Let's sit this one out. Hmm?

Come on.

Oh, we get guys like that
all the time in here.

Really unmellow.
Don't let it get you down.

I don't know, I, uh...

I don't belong here.

I don't know where I really do belong,
but I know one thing, it's not in here.

Listen, there are, um,

a few quiet rooms up in the back,
maybe you and I could go...

Uh...

You've got better things to do
than listen to me. Right?

- What are you doing?
- I'm gonna leave now.

Look, thanks for inviting me,
and you're really a very nice girl,

but I'm sorry, I'm just, uh,
no fun, right?

But wait! What... But...

- Where is he going?
- He walked out on me.

I can't believe it. He walked out on me!

Well, he's got taste,
I'll give him that.

Get him back.

Preferably in one piece.

Good evening, Miss Prince.

Whoa! Del, what are you doing here?

Some clown tried to
force me off the road,

and then he ran into a fire hydrant

so I just hightailed it over here.
I mean, I didn't know where else to go.

Well, I've run into a small problem
of my own.

[floor creaks]

- What are you doing here?
- Long story. I got to take him back.

So take him. I'll finish my business
with her. Let's go, lady.

I need a car. Mine died getting here.

Here. Take my car. It's in
a parking garage across the street.

And wait for me.

This won't take very long.

Come on, Mr. Franklin,
nobody's gonna hurt you.

You, you're a different story. Let's go.

I tell you, I get carsick
if I sit in the passenger seat.

Shut up. Keep moving.

Do you mind if I ask you a question?

You mean like, who do I work for,
what do I do, that kind of thing?

- No. Where do you buy your shirts?
- You're a very funny lady.

Too bad the world will be
losing such dry wit.

You're gonna kill me
without even telling me why?

That's not very fair.

Few things in life are.

[gunfire and explosions on TV]

My associate will be here in a minute.
You don't mind waiting, do you?

The question is, do you?

[tires screeching]

Del, get out!

[tires screeching]

Go after them!

- No, it's all right.
- But they just killed Diana.

She's fine. As a matter of fact,
she's the one who sent me here.

The important thing is
they didn't get to you.

What do they want me for?
Why am I so popular all of a sudden?

Well, obviously,
someone doesn't want you

to help the I.A.D.C. in its
investigation.

Well, Diana said this was
gonna be dangerous, but uh...

I almost lost this job
without even having to report for work.

Which is why

the I.A.D.C. had better make some
special arrangements for you.

Ta-da!

Ritzy little place, isn't it?

It's not much, but at least
you'll be safe here.

We've got two men in the lobby,
24 hours a day.

- I didn't see anybody.
- You weren't supposed to.

How long do I have to stay in here?

As long as it takes
to clear this thing up.

You could help us
by checking someone out.

Seems like top secret information
has just vanished from his mind.

I'll bring him by in the morning.

Oh, yeah?

That means Diana might be here.

Afraid not. It looks like
whoever's after you

found out about you through her.

She thought it would be a good idea

if I didn't tell her where
you were being guarded.

You mean imprisoned.

I send you out to get one woman
and one dummy,

and you come back
with your tails between your legs.

But...

The I.A.D.C. has this Franklin person
in protective custody by now.

Any ideas
how we're going to get him out?

[Nick] I've got one.

We start doing things my way.

[Del] Now, um...

Think of somebody
that neither of us could possibly know.

Think of a face,

their voice,

their walk.

Uh, 24... uh, brunette,

green eyes.

I think her name is Colleen.

That's my fiancée!

Looks like we've got another believer.

All right, Mr. Borden,
I want you to relax.

That's fine.

Now, let me in.

Deeper.

Deeper.

Deeper.

What's wrong, what did you see?

Nick Carbone.

The other telepath?
Diana said he was killed.

Probably what he wanted people to think.

Colonel, I think we've got our answer.

Here it is. The Styx.

Its owner is a wealthy socialite
named Angelique McKenna.

It's become a sort of watering hole
for Washington bigwigs.

Providing them access to government
officials, from whom Nick Carbone

rips off classified data.

Perfect cover.

Who'd suspect a disco fronting
for a black market information broker?

I say we get a warrant
and turn this over to the police.

Now just a second, Diana.
This is all still speculation.

To get a warrant,
we have to have evidence for a judge.

What are we going to present? Del?

You're right. Telepathy isn't exactly
admissible in court, is it?

[chuckles]

I suggest you talk this over
with John Wright

in the Attorney General's office.

I'll talk to you
when you get back. Okay?

Okay.

Are you still here?

I thought you said you'd have
Franklin taken care of by noon?

It's only 11:30.

Nick. Let's go.

Besides, my chauffeur was late.

Good morning. I'd like to see
Diana Prince, please.

I'm sorry, she's not in.
May I take a message?

No, it's fairly important.
Who's her immediate supervisor?

Oh, I'm sorry,
I can't give you that information.

I see.

Well...

Nice meeting you.
Too bad you won't remember it.

Excuse me, can you...

- Colonel Trevor?
- Yes.

I'm from General Markessen's office.
I have some documents for you.

Documents?
I wasn't expecting a delivery.

No, there's been a mistake.
These weren't intended for me.

Well, maybe they were meant for
Mr. Franklin. Mr. Del Franklin.

- Just who are you, anyway?
- Just relax.

At least you'll be safe here. We've got
two men in the lobby, 24 hours a day.

They got him stashed
in some sleazy little place downtown.

Now, you go up and get Franklin,

and I'll take care of
the two agents in the lobby.

Why don't you get Franklin and I take
care of the guys in the lobby?

Or maybe you don't want to meet this
Franklin guy for some reason?

You're real stupid, you know that,
Lance boy?

Real stupid.

Now shut up and drive.

Hi, I'm back. Wait till you hear what
the Attorney General's office said.

- About what?
- About Del.

Del who?

What do you mean, Del who?

Del Franklin, the guy you've got
under lock and key somewhere.

Diana, I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Oh, come on, Steve,
you're the one who...

Oh, no.

[phone ringing]

[line ringing]

Steve, are you sure
that this is the right number?

If what you say is true, and we were
holding someone in the safe house

you didn't know about,
that's the right number.

[line ringing]

[sighs]

Well, he's not there.

Good afternoon, Mr. Franklin.
Welcome back.

- Where's Nick?
- He isn't here?

He took care of
the I.A.D.C. agents and then split.

And he told me he'd be here.

How odd. Almost as if he didn't want
to face Mr. Franklin.

Look, um, [clears throat] I'm the kind
of man that likes to be prepared.

You understand? So I...

Can somebody just tell me
what's going on around here?

You can prepare by saying a few words,

a few last words.

Same old Franklin.

Still working those grubby little jobs,
and still messing up.

You know, I always knew that
you'd end up in a place like this.

'Cause you never cared what you took
or who you hurt.

Yeah? What about you, Del?
You like living in those dives?

Driving those beat-up old cars?
You like being alone?

You like being broke,
and too bleeding heart scared

to use the one thing you got
that's special?

I... I want him killed. Now.

What's the hurry?
Maybe he can be of some use to us.

What do you need with him
when you've got me?

He's nothing. He's a klutz.

What are you afraid of?

Someone's going to take away
this empty little kingdom of yours?

You want him dead so bad,
do the job yourself.

I leave the menial labor to you, Lance.

I'll be back tonight
and I expect him to be disposed of.

Just a minute, Moreno!

Since when do you
give the orders around here?

Since now, lady.

And you'd better get used to it.

I want Nick eliminated today.

Every minute that he lives,
we're in danger.

Take Mr. Franklin downstairs.
Give him suitable accommodations.

Treat him like one of the family.
Which is what he's going to be.

The guards at the safe house
don't remember a thing.

Nick must've gotten to them, too.

About all we can do
is report Del missing.

I'll bet anything that he's at the Styx.

But we send the police over there,
and Del's likely to wind up dead.

Looks like I've got
a big night ahead of me.

You're going undercover?

I'm going dancing.

[disco music playing]

Hello, Lance boy!

I want Nick eliminated today.

Every minute that he's alive,
we're in danger.

Take Mr. Franklin downstairs.
Give him suitable accommodations.

Treat him like one of the family.
Which is what he's going to be.

You lousy little punk, you.

I could take so much out of your mind

that you wouldn't know what to
do with a pacifier, let alone a gun.

What's three plus two, Lance boy?

Uh...

Uh...

[disco music playing]

- Hey, you're quite a number.
- Yes. Unlisted.

- Hey, I like that. Want to dance?
- Hey.

Well, um, that's what I'm here for.

All right!

Dinner.

[sighs]

I can't.

I just can't.

[music continues]

[music continues]

[glass scratching]

May I?

What's the matter, baby? Come on,
loosen up. What're you afraid of?

Nothing.

The way you shrink from my touch,
you'd think I was gonna hurt you.

I couldn't hurt you, could I, Angie?

Maybe I'll just wipe out
a year of your life?

Leave you stranded in time?

I'm tired, Nick. I want...

Maybe I'll take you back
to a quieter time.

Adolescence? Infancy? Childhood?

We'll make a nice, calm, quiet little
two-year-old girl out of you, Angie.

No worries. No fears.

- That's almost what happened to Lance.
- Don't hurt me, Nicky, please.

You should've thought of that, baby,
before you tried to have me killed.

Del!

Wonder Woman!

We've got to stop
meeting like this. Come on.

[music continues]

[clang]

I'll take care of him.

- Going somewhere, Nick?
- Stay away from me, you little creep!

I scare you, don't I?
That's what they said at the Institute.

Get lost, man.

That if we ever used our power over
each other, we'd cancel each other out.

And you're scared I can take away
the one thing

that makes you the big man.

Look, just... Just leave me alone.

I won't do anything
to hurt anybody, I swear.

I've felt like a freak
for as long as I can remember.

You think I'm going to blow the one
chance I've got to become human?

You're nuts.

I'll take care of her.

Put that away.
You can't use that in here.

What do you want me to do,
throw records at her?

I don't care if you have to drown her
in club soda, just get her!

Hey, baby, you're good.
You want to boogie?

Not right now, thanks.

Hey, I don't get into negative emotions.

- Hey, I don't recognize the word "no."
- Well, maybe it's time you started.

[dishes clatter]

Leaving so soon?

[chair creaking]

Here, now. You stay. Somebody will be by
to take your order.

- Are you all right?
- I'm fine.

Oh!

I think for the first time in my life,
I'm fine.

And so is he, except I just don't think
he realizes it yet.

[chuckles]
Well, I think someone probably better...

Hey, baby!

I've been disco-hopping for years.
I ain't never seen anybody like you.

I got this great little place
over in Woodburn, you know?

Well, it appears the effects of
your psychic powers are only temporary.

Seems that Borden and the others
are slowly regaining the memories

- that were taken from them.
- You mean, my ex-psychic powers.

Me and Nick are now normal people.

Nick took it kind of hard.
It must be quite a shock

learning to live without a talent
you've depended on all your life.

Yeah, it is, you know,
but now that it's over,

I can see that my power
was never part of my problem.

It was more of a... I don't know,
convenient excuse, you know?

What do you mean?

I never really liked myself much before.
You know what I mean? But...

when there I was, trying to get away
from Norman, and I had to choose

between being like Nick, I mean
just for that moment, or being me,

I chose me.

Del, I think that
you made an excellent choice.

Uh, no... It's all right, Diana, really.

I'm sorry, it was silly of me.

So whatever deep, dark secret of yours
I picked up from before

is safe. Forever.

Oh, well. You probably would have been
disappointed anyway.

[theme song playing]

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman