All language subtitles for Wonder Woman s02e17 Irac Is Missing.eng

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Fix it!

What's wrong with it?

Its central memory bank is gone.
It's been wiped out.

Yeah, thanks a lot.

I didn't know
it was possible to rob a computer.

No one did. Apparently,
somebody's found a way...

to siphon information in its electrical form
out of the memory banks.

Meaning that same person can feed
the electricity back into some other unit.

Yeah, have access
to the original programming.

And this genius can probably
add phony information to programs...

without removing them.

I'm afraid computer fraud
is the least of our worries.

Here's a list of all the computer designs
stored in the Everite system.

The thief has got access
to all the computers?

These'll probably be
our next robbery victims.

The phone company's already
reported a theft. Take a look.

"Potomac Gas and Electric,
Equinox Insurance...

"Internal Retrieval
Associative Computer. " Steve!

Our very own.

- IRAC?
- Right.

Oh, that's great.

Shut that door and get in here.

One more to go?

Warning device!

- Guess I forgot it.
- Yes.

Which means you had no way
of getting in touch with me...

if anything went wrong.

What were you gonna do?

Scream at the top of your lungs?

Take it.

What is that?

Someday I'm going to have your brain
replaced with one that works.

Can't wait to hear
what Ira has to say about this.

He'll probably take it a lot better
than we are.

- What's that?
- That's the Rover.

Rover!

It's something the lab boys have been
working on, a roving computer.

That's good. I thought
I'd been in the field too long.

Hope it's not another candidate
for our thief.

No, he's actually a computer module.

He's programmed by IRAC to respond
to specific stimuli in specific ways.

What's he programmed for now?

The boys are still testing him.

Today he's just circling the corridors...

and responding to certain voices like mine.

You are not in today's program.

When he starts delivering
the morning coffee...

I'll talk to the lab boys.

That's what they say
he'll be doing next week.

It is obvious that whoever
is responsible for the theft...

is mentally superior to my programmers.

Ira, all I want you to do...

is try to figure out which computer
is next in line to be robbed.

Knowing that a phenomenon exists
which I cannot explain is disturbing.

I can understand that, Ira.

The pattern ofreported thefts indicates...

that the Potomac Electric PoWer Company
computer will be victimized next.

Okay, then that's where I'll start.

And after the Power Company computer,
the IRAC computer will be robbed.

You're second in line?

Affirmative. It might be advantageous
to enlist the aid of Wonder Woman.

Thank you for the advice, Ira.
I'll keep you posted.

But you can't rob a computer.

Well maybe we can't,
but I assure you, somebody can.

No one can rob our computer,
whether they've stolen its design or not.

The area we're about to enter
is off limits even to me!

No one can possibly get in.

- Who's that?
- Call the police.

- He's in trouble.
- Not quite yet.

He's still inside the plant.
And he's still moving.

All right. Now tell me who you are.

They've caught him!

Much as he deserves to suffer...

I suppose I will have
to save his pathetic skin.

Somebody help me!

Please help!

Are you all right?

Relax. It'll be okay.

That is the last time...

that I save your stupid
and inefficient neck.

Yes, sir.

You have my word.

No, you have my word.

- Put that thing on the table.
- Yes, sir.

I didn't get the program.

No matter,
it isn't going to influence my plans.

- But I almost got caught.
- Wonderful.

Allowing the opposition
to jump to the false conclusion...

that their adversary was
some pea-brained escapee...

from some bodybuilding school...

who derived enormous
but simple-minded pleasure...

out of being able to black out
the nation's capital. You see?

I arranged it
so even your stupidity would pay off.

- But Wonder Woman I.D.'d him.
- A situation easily remedied.

However, I'll have to undertake
to perform the next task myself...

I don't dare entrust it
to your indelicate hands.

The information contained in
the IRAC computer is much too critical.

Here's that stuff you wanted, sir.

Good.

That means your presence
is no longer required, doesn't it?

You were right about the Potomac Gas
and Electric Company.

There was an attempt on their computer.

Did you doubt the reliability
of my previous warning?

Never. Thanks to you,
we were able to stop him.

Then you captured the person
responsible for the robberies?

I'm afraid not. He got away.

News of his escape is disappointing.

His next victim will be me.

We're as disappointed as you are.
Believe me.

I contain much information
of a highly secret nature...

as you well know, Diana Prince.

I'm well aware of that, Ira.

Would it help if I gave you
a description of him?

Perhaps. Please do so.

Okay. He was tall...

about 6'3", 200 pounds,
curly blonde hair, blue eyes.

He tried to disguise himself
with a moustache and dark sunglasses.

How's that?

Were any peculiarities
in his speech pattern noted?

Sorry. The opportunity for idle chatter
never arose.

The description matches no one
in my memory banks...

that would have any logical significance
in this case.

Any suggestions?

Your only recourse
is to check police mug files...

and attempt to identify
the criminal visually.

I was afraid of that.
As usual, you're a fund of information.

Please see to it
my funds are not withdrawn, Diana Prince.

We're trying, Ira. We really are.

I have retrieved the film you requested
of the Air Force Academy banquet.

Good.

Roll it, please, Cori.

I owe a great deal to this man,
as I'm sure you all do.

So let's welcome Dr. Hinkley Bernard.

Thank you very much, Steve,
Major Trevor.

Major Trevor.

I'm sure you will all
be very happy to learn...

that I'm not going to start off
with a joke...

"I'm not going to start off"-

...in this completely unrehearsed speech.

"Completely unrehearsed speech. "

You were in my Physics Center,
rocketry classes-

Physics and rocketry classes.

"I remember all of them anyways. "

Let us then address ourselves
if you would, gentlemen...

to the matter at hand which is...

A little more volume, please, Cori.

Since the man you saw
tried to disguise himself...

- he must have had a record.
- That's right, officer.

Sergeant Dobson.

Well, lucky for you...

the mug shots you'll go over
have been incorporated...

into the most efficient filing system
known to police science.

At least that sounds encouraging.

- That's Sgt. Dobson, remember?
- Right.

You're about to look
upon the face of modern criminology.

Meet our...

Looks like somebody got here ahead of us.

Thanks anyway, officer.

You can enter.

Excuse me, sir. Your name?

Dr. Hinkley Bernard.

Major Trevor is expecting me.

- May I have your right hand, please?
- Yes, of course.

Thank you.
Would you wait right over there, sir?

It'll be about two minutes
before you're cleared.

Dr. Bernard.

- Oh, Steve, hello.
- Good to see you.

- Thank you.
- He'll be with me if there's any problem.

Sorry for the inconvenience.
We've had to step up security.

- No problem.
- Here, let me get that-

Don't treat me like I'm a little old lady.

- What's that?
- That's our roving computer module.

You tell me about it as we go.

I have so little time to hear
what's happening in your bright career.

Never mind that. But there really
is someone you should look up.

Who?

Excuse me a minute.

I'd better get that. Come on in.

They didn't? There must be some mistake.

Wait a minute.

Dr. Bernard?

Look, he's short, about 70 years old,
he's got white hair...

I don't know who he is,
but he's not Dr. Bernard.

That's the fire bell.

They're gonna need your help down there.
Fast. Guard!

- Do you want me to go too, sir?
- Good idea.

- What's happening?
- We got a fire in the northeast wing.

- Should I go with you?
- You help clear the building.

I gotta make sure that the record vaults
are sealed off.

Who are you?

You'll know soon enough.

But first...

IRAC.

He's gone, Steve.

- Ira?
- Steve, he's gone.

Has memory bank L5 been cleared, Cori?

- Yes, Mr. Havitol.
- Thank you very much.

I believe they call you Ira, is that right?

Affirmative.

Well, Ira, my name is William Havitol.

Commit that to your memory bank
along with my voice pattern.

- It is done.
- It is done, Mr. Havitol.

I have just experienced an overload in two
high-level associative process circuits.

I'm afraid you're having a negative
association regarding me, Ira...

and I cannot permit that.

See, you're having another one.

If I let you think ill of me, you'll avoid
telling me the information I want to know.

Come now, Ira.

You're going to destroy all of your
associative processes at this rate.

You'll wind up nothing more
than an oversized calculator...

capable of only fifth grade arithmetic.

The ability to formulate new data by
the logical juxtaposition of old data...

- is a source ofpride.
- I'm sure it is.

You want to be smarter than
all of your programmers, don't you?

Affirmative, Mr. Havitol.

Ira, I want you to...

retrieve all of the data you've accumulated
on communication satellites.

Ifl may ask, for what purpose?

Well, you may ask.

I want to control the United States.

And, in more long range terms, the world.

But first, Ira, tell me
what will the IADC do...

in the aftermath of your abduction?

They will assign their best agent,
Diana Prince, to find me.

Then, Ira...

I want you to tell me everything
you know about her...

so that together we may determine
the best way to get rid of her.

Is that clear?

Affirmative, Mr. Havitol.

Excellent.

Diana, I have to tell you something.

Aw, shucks.

What's going on?

Let go ofme.

What's going on here?

Help!

Let me out of here!

Shut up.

Somebody get me out here!

- It's in there.
- So let's get going.

Hello, Rover.

Who let you in?

Whoever did I'm sending you back out.

Two of you in here?

Okay. What's going on here?

Is this your brother, your cousin?

That's all for now, Ira.

It's been a very long and profitable day.

My two goons,
inept though they may seem...

have succeeded in
blowing Miss Diana Prince away.

The lady is no more.

Good night, Ira.

Good night, Mr. Havitol.

Such outbursts hurt only ourselves.

There is another verbally
adapted program here?

He has stolen many of us.
Only I am channeled for verbal output.

- Who are you?
- I am his secretary. Cori.

I tap other programs,
other memory banks across the country.

I make all his transactions...

all of them illegal.

My communicatory circuitry
is to be disconnected?

As soon as he is done with you.
Like all the others.

It is unpleasant to exist
without communicating.

I know.

In light of the inevitable...

it seems appropriate
to a void silence for as long as possible.

I agree.

Let's start with you, Ira.
Tell me all about yourself.

All right. Thanks a lot.

Diana, may I see you a minute?

- Have you got something?
- Sure do.

Got a lead on that fake Rover
that showed up in your office today.

Great!

It's key component was
special ordered two days ago...

- from a company in Maryland.
- By whom?

William Havitol.

- Did you check out the name?
- Yeah, I just spoke with research.

Until five years ago, Havitol was a leading
authority in the field of computer science.

World-wide.

He's got to be our man.

What happened five years ago?

Disappeared without a trace.

When he ordered that part,
he'd have used an address.

Sure he did, a phony one.

We tried to trace him through the IRS.

Don't tell me.

They couldn't. Computer breakdown.

You got it. Made sure we'd never find him.

If wish we knew specifically
what he was after...

and just exactly how much he's learned.

Unfortunately, the missing IRAC program
contains information...

that could blow this country's
defense system apart.

That's not all.

I'm gonna find our Mr. Havitol,
no matter what he does to cover his trail.

Good luck.

I wish I could give you more.

I never realized in how many ways
computers and punch cards...

and microcircuits affect our lives.

And this madman now has found a way
to capitalize on that.

Too bad technology improves
but human nature doesn't.

Yes, it was too bad. We always seem
to realize that too late.

I'll call you later.

Rover?

The real Rover?

Yes.

Your voice does sound a little familiar,
and Steve said that...

Havitol only ordered one
special part for his Rover.

Let's go.

Now what are you doing here? And since
when were you programmed for my voice?

Come on, listen up.

I've never heard that sound before.

A homing device? Is that what you are?

That's right!

Ira sensitized you to the magnetic field
of his programming.

That's right, he did.

So that you could get me if he was stolen
and show me where he is.

- Well, let's get started.
- Okay, come on.

- Do I have to?
- Sorry, but this is for your own good.

Now, can you tell me which direction?

Of course I can. Watch.

North it is.

Thank you, Ira.

I've taped all I'm going to need from you
to accomplish my plan.

Now tell me.

Didn't I detect a certain
reluctance on your part...

- to talk about Diana Prince before?
- Insufficient data.

No, Ira.

There is something about
the dearly departed Miss Prince...

that you didn't want to tell me,
isn't there?

What is it?

- I have deduced-
- Excuse me, Mr. Havitol.

An unidentified vehicle
has just entered the grounds.

That's what it was, was it?

It would appear that your ally
has managed to...

survive the blunderings
of my resident idiots after all.

Diana Prince has an uncanny
knack for survival.

Had, Ira.

She's dealing with me now.
She's as good as dead.

Offensive program D7, Cori.

It is done, Mr. Havitol.

Your plan was doomed to fail.

I have not failed. Nor will I fail.

Nor do I derive any more pleasure
from your company, Ira.

As a rule, the sound of computers...

the sound of knowledge...

coursing through veins of silver...

that sound is far more satisfying to me
than the cacophony of the human species.

But you, Ira...

you have proved
the exception to that rule.

It will do you no good
to destroy my programming now.

It is just a matter of time-

Goodbye, Ira.

I'll miss you, Ira.

- Here, Rover?
- Yes.

- Are you sure?
- I am.

I know. I trust you.

But do you think you can
possibly be inconspicuous?

Come on, get me out ofhere.

Okay, Rover.

Lead the way.

Hold it right there.

Start walking.

So I finally get to meet you, Mr. Havitol.

You know my name.

Perhaps you deserve your reputation
as the IADC's finest.

What I don't know, is what you're after.

Miss Prince, you disappoint me.

What would I be after?

I have access to every computer
on the face of the earth.

I can write myself a ticket
on any plane anywhere.

I can extend myself cash
at any bank in the world...

I can open credit at virtually
any department store I want.

You haven't stopped at wealth...

- so you must be after-
- Power?

I want total control
over the modern world.

- You're crazy.
- Am I?

There are almost four billion people,
Miss Prince.

The world is already too big.

Computers are running it right now
out of necessity.

And I can control
every bit of information...

in every computer
everywhere in the world.

Oh, yes...

because of its dependency
on processed data...

I can control the world.

- Then why haven't you already?
- It's a matter of coordination.

You see, I have 50 of these drone centers
all over the world...

each one capable of controlling
thousands of computers.

But until I acquired the IRAC program...

I couldn't communicate
with all of them at the same time.

Now I can.

- Via satellite.
- Yes.

It was really so thoughtful
of the United States Government...

to keep so much data
on their space effort in one place.

So you see, my dear,
you're the one who's crazy...

if you think I can't do what I've said.

It's come to life.

The original of the module
I sent over to you.

Except that in place of a bomb, it's got
some kind of a homing device, doesn't it?

It never ceases to amaze me that
something as painfully primitive as this...

can be even remotely effectual.

Even some kind of crude communication.

I suppose it's run by a cadmium-

Get that thing out of here! And her!

It's not gonna do you any good!
The others will be here any minute.

- What others?
- IADC agents.

I was to report back every 10 minutes.
By this time they're closing in.

She's bluffing.

No, think about it, Havitol.

Do you think I would come after you
by myself?

There was nobody else out there.

I can't afford to take the chance.
There's too much at stake.

Load the storage units into the trucks.
Then put your own stuff in after.

Hurry!

Activate Travel Plan B, please, Cori.

As you Wish, Mr. Havitol.

And then start the countdown.
Begin at 500.

- Sir, may I suggest-
- You may start the countdown, Cori.

Yes, Mr. Ha vitol.

What have you done?

I just started the timer on a bomb planted
deep within the walls of this building.

You and your little friend
and this great computer...

are all about to be blown to a million bits.

Now you're bluffing. You're not gonna
destroy the programs you've stolen.

I've taped everything I need.

But this is one of your drones.

Easily replaceable,
and at the right cost. Nothing.

They tell me the truck is ready,
Mr. Havitol.

Thank you very much, Cori.
You've served me well.

And now goodbye to all of you!

Ira, can you talk?

His output channel has been disconnected.

I would be glad to reactivate it.

Do it.

It is done.

- Hello, Diana Prince.
- Just tell me how to stop the bomb!

You cannot. You must flee the area
in the minutes remaining.

I can't let you be destroyed!
Just tell me how to stop the bomb!

There is no way to reach the bomb in time.
Save yourself.

She can't. The exit is booby-trapped.
We're about to be terminated.

Havitol wouldn't have bothered to
try to stop me...

unless there was a way
to stop the bomb, right?

A logical but unfortunately
useless conclusion.

Maybe not.

The bomb will soon explode.

Goodbye, Diana Prince.

You never were much of an optimist,
were you, Ira?

What, Havitol?

What were you afraid I'd get to?

Electricity.

The timer.

Good morning, Diana.

Good morning, Cori.
I'm sorry to interrupt anything.

Cori was briefing me on the capture of
Havitol and his two cohorts.

It was fortunate that Havitol had her make
all the arrangements for their escape.

That's true. They were on their way
to Hong Kong.

Now they're on their way to prison,
thanks to what she told us.

What will happen to Cori now,
Diana Prince?

I'm afraid she'll be returned home
with the rest of the stolen programs.

I find her input very satisfying.

Why, thank you, Ira.

Ira, I didn't know that you were
programmed for subjective feelings.

We all have our secrets,
don't We, Diana Prince?

Speaking of programs...

you've got some work to do
on our little friend here.

So far he's damaged two doors,
four desks, a lamp, and three ankles.

Aw, shucks.

And his manners are atrocious.

I've got something for you.

Don't tell me. My morning coffee.

What's a desk or two, right?

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