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Under our congressional charter,
we must inform your agency of any

potentially catastrophic consequences
in our research.

Dr. Roberts, it makes me shudder
just to say it

but it sounds like you're talking about
germ warfare.

Precisely why your Colonel Trevor
wanted you informed.

Actually, Miss Prince, it began as
part of our anti-germ warfare efforts.

But... something went wrong.
And now we've got...

Potentially catastrophic consequences.

Well, if you don't mind, I'd like to see
what could cause those consequences.

George.

[electrical buzzing]

In a hurry, George?

[chuckles]

[electronic beeping]

It's a totally new virus.

Slimy green byproduct
of our artificial microbe program.

Harmless in a vacuum.

But when airborne, it attacks
host tissue and destroys red cells.

Death is almost instantaneous.

- Death?
- Yes.

Two weeks ago, five of my colleagues
found out the hard way.

Potentially catastrophic consequences.

[Dr. Roberts] Until we find an antidote,
no living creature is truly safe.

As you can see,
few people have access to...

Good Lord. It's gone!

[theme song playing]

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman

George!

What are you doing with the virus?
Wait. George!

[alarm wailing]

Gate.

Stop that man!

Hold it right there, George.
I'll drop you.

No, no, no. No.
Don't shoot. Now calm down, George.

Please, don't shoot!
Or we'll all be sorry.

In that test tube are deadly pathogens.

If he drops the vial and the seal breaks

every human being within three miles
will die.

She's right.

- Put your gun down.
- Please put it back, George.

We've worked together
assisting Dr. Roberts

for over two years now.

You're jeopardizing
hundreds of thousands of lives.

Innocent people. Think of them.

[car horn blaring]

I'd be curious to know its composition.

- Could be our best lead.
- Doctor, it's our only lead.

Poor George.
What do you think has happened to him?

[Val] Here is the
Royal Beach Hotel, George.

This is where you spent two wonderful

fun-filled days and nights, George.

It's where you met Claudine, George.

This is Claudine.

You fell in love, George. With Claudine.

Claudine.

You'll do anything for Claudine.

Anything, George.

Claudine wants you to escape.

And, if necessary, die

if anyone tries to give you truth serum.

Truth serum.

Truth serum.

Die. Truth serum.

Die. Truth serum.

Die. Truth serum.

Live it up, George, while you can.

Where's the old lady, Mrs. Thrip?

She's been sent her free offer.

Follow that up with a phone call.
I want her simulated. This afternoon.

Yes, sir.

No. There's no way an imposter

could have got through
the routine security check.

Unless he duplicated George's
fingerprints as well as his face.

Not improbable, Colonel.

Considering the advanced technology
that created the mask.

Advanced technology?

To me that suggests foreign agents.

Or a big terrorist organization.

[Steve] How about extortion?

With that killer virus,
he could hold the entire population

of Washington, D.C. for ransom.

Let's rule out money as a motive,
for the time being.

[Steve] All right, but why?

If they have the ability
to duplicate other people

and they were really
after some big bucks

they could find
a lot less risky ways of doing it.

True enough.

And as long as they have no antidote

their lives are in jeopardy,
same as everyone else.

[knocking on door]

Excuse me, Dr. Roberts.

Professor Zander's returning your calls.

Speaking of antidotes. Thank you, Dede.

Professor. Have you found an antidote?

Of course not!

How can I possibly,

when you keep interrupting me
with these incessant phone calls?

[angrily] And Roberts,
these I.A.D.C. agents

have kept me virtually a prisoner
for the last two weeks.

They're safeguarding you and your work,
not holding you prisoner.

But can't you get rid of them?

Afraid not, Zander.

You're our best hope
of finding an antidote

and we don't want anything
to happen to you.

I'm leaving now, Professor.

But shouldn't you consider my morale?

It's my afternoon off.

- Your morale?
- Yes!

How would you like it if the only person
you were permitted to see was

Mary Jane Thrip?

Excuse me.

This came in the mail.

The free offer?

Of course, in an ordinary way
I wouldn't follow up anything like that.

But the young person
who called me today

sounded so sweet and concerned...

Oh, you're Mrs. Thrip!

Oh, Mrs. Thrip,
I was the one who called you.

We were hoping you'd show.
Welcome to Data-Date Compu-Cupid.

If you'll just follow me, please.

What we're gonna do is put you
in front of a TV camera in there.

I'm going to be on TV?

Videotape, sweetheart.

It's not like
being on Johnny Carson or anything.

Okay, now.

You're going to give
a little spiel about yourself.

Then we take your tape,
feed it to the computer along with your

vital statistics, the computer
matches you up to someone,

he sees your tape,
and the rest could be history.

Do you suppose your computer
has a line on Burt Reynolds?

She's all ready.

Now just take a seat.

Remember. Say what you really feel

on account the men watching your tape
wanna know the real you.

Just relax, and keep your hands flat
on the green markings, please.

Okay.

Your Data-Date Compu-Cupid presents.

Oh. [chuckles]

I'm Mrs. Mary Jane Thrip.

The "Mrs." stands for widow.

I'm a professional housekeeper.

People say that I'm exactly
as old as I look.

There goes my chance with John Travolta.

I would just like to say

that I only agreed to do this
on account of it being free.

My mother was Scottish, you see.

Oh, yes.

She kept her life savings in a sock

which she put around the plumbing

under the bathroom sink

so that the burglars would think
it was an old leaky pipe.

Is it all right to say "bathroom"?

Bite your tongue.

[Mrs. Thrip] How am I doing?

Well, of course, being a widow,

one is lonely sometimes.

Especially after I give Professor Zander

his rum, peanut butter,
and sausage soufflé

in his study.

He will not do without his soufflé.

My recipes have a wee bit of something
for everybody.

Then I go back to the kitchen

where I have to sip
my warm milk all alone.

But I want to be
perfectly candid on one point.

My gate may be a little rusted

but it can still swing,
if you get my drift.

Another swinger.

How's it going?

Look for yourself.

[both laughing]

You just come back tomorrow
and we'll have a hot prospect for you.

Hope it's Burt Reynolds.

Tomorrow.

[Val] They look perfect.

[Ward] They are perfect.
Down to the last fingerprint.

[Steve] I'm really sorry, George,

but there's no record
of you being on any flight

to Miami, the Bahamas, or anywhere.

Your Gestapo forces pounced on me at
the airport, didn't they?

- I had to have been on a plane.
- George?

George, we checked into the Royal Beach
Hotel where you claim to have stayed.

Negative.

Ask Claudine, she'll tell you.

Where is Claudine, George?

Well, she's in... I left...

There's no Flight 27, no hotel.

And no Claudine.

I was there, I know it. And so was she.

But where is "there," George?

In Florida.

Florida? Then where's your tan?

Incredible job of brainwashing.

Brainwashing?

Do you have any objection
to taking a truth serum?

Truth serum?

[Diana] Yeah. Sodium pentothal.

[Steve] It's a simple injection.

Truth serum? No.

Well good, then maybe
we can clear this thing up.

It'll take just a minute. Wait a minute!

Let's go to the stairway.
You go up, I'll go down.

Right.

George!

George.

Escape, or die.

- No, no, no. You're gonna be all right.
- Escape, or...

You're gonna be all right.

[Zander] Hee... Ha...

[breathing heavily]

Mrs. Thrip.

Mrs. Thrip!

Mrs. Thrip!

She couldn't appreciate it anyway.

Dr. Roberts, Professor Zander's
on the phone for you.

[excitedly] Mind you, Doctor, it hasn't
been tested yet but I'm 100% certain

that I have found the antidote.

Professor, may the Nobel Prize
fly in your window!

Nobel... Oh!

I accept. I accept.

Now just leave the testing to us.

My pleasure.

I'll inform the I.A.D.C.

They'll dispatch an agent
to pick up the antidote right away.

Here I am, checking out the hot prospect

you called and said you had for me.

Just a sec, hon. Data-Date Compu-Cupid.

Don't wait for a mate, call Data-Date.

This is urgent. Put Ward on.

One moment, please.

If you'll direct your attention
to the screen

your gentleman respondee
will appear for your examination.

- Yeah?
- Call for you.

Oh.

- Hello.
- Are you ready?

Almost.

Almost isn't good enough.
You've got to move now.

Zander's found the antidote.

[Val] Your Data-Date
Compu-Cupid presents.

I ride a 900cc motorcycle,
and I'm looking for a little buckaroo

to share my saddle.

Ask for Burt Reynolds
and you get Gabby Hayes.

Yes.

That's great news. Right.
Thank you, Doctor.

The agency psychologist
isn't having any more luck than we did.

I didn't wanna force
the truth serum idea

because George was
reacting so violently.

I thought we'd better hold off.

No problem. I just got word
from Dr. Roberts.

The antidote.

Zander did it. But I don't want
to take any chances. Not now.

So.

You want little old me to get over there
and deliver it to the testing lab.

You're my best man.

Hey, thanks for the compliment.

I like all kinds
as long as they're young.

No snow on the roof,
with a nice front porch.

Solid foundation. Shingles in good shape

and a fresh fire in the furnace.

He's not looking for a companion,
he wants a house.

[man] I'm no stranger to this game,
no sir.

I guess if this little speech of mine
was going in the papers instead of on TV

right by my name, they'd put
"experienced, " with a capital "X,"

if you know what I mean.

- Hat.
- Right here.

How do I look?

Great.

We'd better take care of
that housekeeper.

We don't want her wandering off.

Not to worry. She's about to go
on a South American tour.

Carry on.

And now, Mrs. Thrip, we have...

a surprise for you.

The old bag's gone.

[laughing]

Mrs. Thrip!

You are beautiful.

Thanks to you,
I have found the antidote.

Those soufflés you always made me,
which I professed to love?

Sausage, peanut butter.

I can't stand them, never could.

In fact, I hid them

until they were covered with mold.

And it was that mold, Mrs. Thrip,

which led me to this.

The antidote.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you.

And thank you, Professor.

Hi, guys.

Oh, hi.

Where's the Professor?

[Zander moaning]

Professor! What happened?

Are you all right?

Mrs. Thrip.

She's a... She's a he!

- And he's got the antidote!
- Oh, no.

Take care of him, would you?

Kurt, Baker! Stop that man!

Woman.

Cut her off.

Doubling back?

Thank you for the tip.

Hey! My stars! Wait!

Wait! Oh!

That's far enough.

Okay, mister,
just hand over the antidote.

Don't you "mister" me!

It's bad enough being mistaken
for a house!

And so your double, whoever that is,

got away with something
that is extremely vital

to the safety of the entire world?

The Professor's antidote.

- You know about that?
- Oh, yes, he tells me everything.

Even about security matters?

The killer virus?

But he makes me promise
to keep a button on my lip.

Like when I was telling
the dating agency.

I said, "My life is

"somewhat lonely,
except for the Professor."

Anything wrong?

No. Did you say dating agency?

Yes. I got a free offer
from the Data-Date Compu-Cupid.

Diana, correct me if I'm wrong, but...

Yes. George also had a free offer
from Compu-Cupid.

Right. That's the last thing he
remembered. Come on though...

a computer dating service?

Well, Steve, the imposter
already has the antidote.

We are running short on time.

I think we should be grateful for
any lead we can get.

Yeah. Maybe Ira can give us
the inside track that we need.

- Where are you going?
- Oh, well...

my social life has been
really lousy lately.

I think it's time I did
something about it.

Yeah! Why don't you try one of those
computer dating agencies?

That's a very good idea, Steve.
How clever of you.

- It's nothing.
- Sure.

A lovely thing like you,
you might get lucky

and make a date with an antidote.

Mr. Bunny has been given
the antidote, check?

Check. Go ahead and add the virus.

I hope he stays a happy hare.

This is what I call a rabbit test.

Death should be instantaneous.

The antidote worked. He's safe.

Congratulations.

It's too bad we can't say the same
for the rest of the world.

When will our delivery boy be delivered?

This afternoon.

[Ira] The Compu-Cupid computer
is not part of any known data network.

Can you patch into it anyway?

Steve Trevor, that is a complex,
time-consuming function

with no certain outcome.

What you're saying is, you're not sure
but you'll try. Right?

- Affirmative.
- Good.

Get started, Ira.
Lots of lives may depend on this.

Don't tell me
you have trouble getting dates.

Well, no, not really.

I just seem to end up with the wrong
kind of fella, know what I mean?

- Yeah, is there a right kind?
- Well, one can always hope.

Don't tell me, are you my freebie?

All right! They call me John Blake,
"The Snake on the Make."

Freebie?

Oh! You're Mr. Blake!
Mr. Blake, our lucky sweepstakes winner.

Are we gonna find a mate for you, sir.

Right this way, sir.
We're ready for you in Studio 1.

- This way.
- But, but...

Miss, you know, I've got the feeling

that "The Snake on the Make"
could be Mr. Right.

What it is, it is. Whoa. I'm him!
Really.

- You sure are. But is she her?
- Yeah! Yeah!

- Not your type.
- All right!

- Trust Compu-Cupid.
- Yeah, but... Yeah, but...

In there!

Yes. I need to know all about you.

"Snake on the Make."

Ah!

Now, right this way.

He might be the one,
maybe I should just...

We've got procedures here, sweet,
and you've got a videotape to make.

- A what?
- A videotape!

- Yeah, but what was his name?
- In here. Oh, they'll love you.

- Is Ward in the control room?
- Maybe.

Maybe?

What's the matter? Don't tell me

you've stopped keeping track
of his every move.

You're real cute.

Must be the reason
why Ward dropped me

like a lit firecracker
when you came through the door.

No, I think it was because he was bored.

[chuckles]

Oh, yeah, that's right.

You stimulate his intellect, don't you?

Don't knock it until you've tried it.

Here's something
to stimulate your intellect.

I'm sticking around here, sister.
You know why?

Because one day
you're gonna be that lit firecracker.

And I intend to be here to enjoy

the big bang.

[scoffs] You know,

my advice to you
is to get yourself in there

in front of those cameras

and cross your fingers.

Because it sounds to me like you're
going to be here for quite a while.

- How do you feel?
- Invulnerable.

Good. I don't know how long
the antidote will last

so I suggest we make our move
this afternoon.

No problem.

- Is that our delivery boy?
- He doesn't look like much.

But by the end of the day,
he will have become famous.

Infamous.

"The Snake on the Make" to my friends.

Among whom I hope to count you
before too long. Know what I mean?

Anyway, I fly a helicopter for a living.

As a matter of fact,

I'm one of the very few pilots
licensed to fly a chopper

over our nation's
most sacred monuments and buildings.

I take tourists on aerial tours
of this great big capital city of ours.

Like this afternoon,
I started out at Dulles Airport,

picked up a half a dozen good folk.

Passed a triple security check.

Then I cruised my good folks southward
down the Potomac River

to the Navy Yard and then north.

Then I show them where history's made.

The Capitol building,
Library of Congress

Constitution Hall, National Gallery,
Capitol Hill.

And finally, a run up
Pennsylvania Avenue

to the greatest thrill of them all,

The White House!
I mean, you haven't lived

until you've looked into
the White House windows at 300 feet.

The White House, man.

[Rover beeping]

Hey! You looking for me, Rover?
What you got there?

Your boss just made contact
with Compu-Cupid. Okay. Lead the way.

[Rover] All right, let's go.

You, my dear, are a genius.

My genius would be a total waste

were it not for your genius
in putting it to use.

Shall we get "The Snake on the Make"
started on his vacation?

Right. Oh.

It looks like you've got
another customer.

- Better get rid of her first.
- Diana Prince!

She's an I.A.D.C. agent.
She was in the lab with Roberts.

- The day you stole the virus, remember?
- She must be on to us.

- Get rid of her.
- Wait a minute.

Are you sure the simulation of an
I.A.D.C. agent wouldn't come in handy?

Perhaps.

Especially a dead I.A.D.C. agent.

Hi.

My name is Jessica Abernathy.

[Ira] The Compu-Cupid computer
is programmed for two basic functions.

As a database
for dissemination of information

regarding persons
seeking companionship

with members of the opposite sex.

- A dating service?
- Affirmative.

Why didn't you say so? Go on.

Also as a patented data simulator
specializing in

the 3-dimensional duplication
of specific human characteristics.

That's where they've been making
the masks and gloves.

Ira, can you identify the people
most recently simulated by Compu-Cupid?

- Naturally.
- Good.

Well come on! We've got to find out what
they plan to do with that virus.

Mrs. Mary Jane Thrip.

- After her.
- One John Blake.

- Okay, who else?
- One Diana Prince.

Diana?

[Rover beeping]

This is Colonel Trevor.
I need a car out front. Immediately!

[Diana] It really was love
at first sight

thanks to Compu-Cupid.

Actually I met him right outside,
the minute I walked through the door.

I couldn't believe it.

Thanks to Compu-Cupid, love at first
sight is gonna be a real gas, lady.

Maybe I've talked enough
about John Blake.

Maybe I should talk about myself.

[coughing] I came from.

Oh, my gosh! We've got a fire here.

You better call the fire department.

Sweet dreams, baby.

How does it look?

Good enough to fool airport security
at Dulles.

Remember why there won't be
any other passengers.

You bought out the whole flight
so you can see D.C. from the air.

All alone.

Let's go.

[Ward] I told Val to take care
of the Prince lady

as soon as The Snake gets started
on his trip.

- Is the chopper ready?
- Everything we need is waiting.

Including this.

- To the White House.
- To the White House.

Hi.

- They used sleeping gas on him.
- Diana's around here somewhere.

She'll be all right. This is
the one we've got to worry about.

He's the one they simulated.

This guy? Why?

That's what we have to find out.

We've passed airport security,
why don't you take off that mask?

Good idea.

Thanks for letting me do the honors.

You're the one that's hell-bent
on teaching

the government a lesson. It's only fair.

You know.

When my brother died during
one of their Doomsday experiments,

no one listened.

And recently five more men died.

And still no one listened.

Now, within the hour

tens of thousands will have perished.

It will start at the White House,
descend Capitol Hill...

wipe out all the Federal agencies,
obliterate the Pentagon.

And assure that research
into such Doomsday experiments

is abandoned forever.

It's not very subtle,
but most definitely effective.

All I know is
it was very important to simulate

that creepo helicopter pilot.

Helicopter pilot?

He takes tourists on aerial tours
of Washington.

- Where?
- How should I know?

- Here's the playback.
- National Gallery

Constitutional Hall,
Library of Congress, Capitol Hill.

And then a run up Pennsylvania Avenue
to the greatest thrill of them all,

The White House!
I mean, you haven't lived

until you've looked into
the White House windows at 300 feet.

The White House, man.

As a matter of fact,

I'm one of the very few pilots
licensed to fly a chopper

over our nation's
most sacred buildings and monuments.

I take tourists on...

Charlie? This is Steve Trevor.
Listen carefully.

You've got a full-blown red alert
heading your way.

Look at that big baby.

Hang on, we're going in.

Okay, toss it out.

[Ward] Oh, no.

Throw it, Ward, throw it!
Make them learn!

Throw it!

[Steve] With Ward, Dede and Val
in custody

the best place for that virus is in
a furnace.

With the addition of the antidote

the virus is harmless.

Yes, but what about next time

a deadly virus is accidentally
discovered in a laboratory?

Well, I for one, plan to see
that there is no next time.

I wish those two young people
had thought of another way

of making their feelings known.

Which reminds me.

There's still one thing that bothers me
about all this.

- What's that?
- Mrs. Thrip...

why did you go to that dating service?

[Mrs. Thrip] Well,
I wanted to have a bit of fun.

And I got tired of waiting for you.

Oh!

Dear girl, have I been so wrapped up
in my work

that I overlooked a gem like you?

Yes!

[chuckles]

To rectify the oversight.

Compu-Cupid strikes again.

[theme song playing]

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman