All language subtitles for Wonder Woman 3x23 Phantom of the Roller Coaster, Part 1.eng

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Who's there?

Look, I'm warning you.
This is a restricted area.

If I catch you, there goes your ride pass.

Stupid kids.

Look, I'm warning you.

Car problems?

Nothing seems to be going right today.

Today would be a good day
to stay home and knit.

Well, it all depends on
what kind of pattern you've bought.

You got help coming?

No. Not that I know of.

Just checking, Miss Prince.

It wouldn't do for you to have been
followed by one of your co-workers.

Believe me...

no one would suspect that it was me
who leaked that confidential file.

It's going to be a pleasure dealing
with a double agent who's above reproach.

Listen, it's taken me
four very long years...

to build up a sterling reputation
with the IADC...

and I think it's about time it paid off.

I take it, then, you are interested
in my latest offer?

I couldn't care less about unscrambling
White House phone conversations.

What?

Somebody else is interested...

to the tune of $100,000.

Who?

That isn't for you to know or find out.

We're going to do everything
like we did it before.

Only, instead of having one week
to get me the information...

you have two days.

Two days?

Or no deal.

There's only one person I know of
that likes to work that fast.

Harrison Fynch.

Come on, the IADC is very much aware...

of Mr. Fynch's domestic spying operations.

They just don't know what,
when, where, or how.

That should do it, lady.

Do everything I told you,
and you'll be all set.

I think I deserve to know
who I'm selling to.

You just be real careful,
and that baby will take you 100,000 miles.

Yes, sir.

- How did you do that?
- That?

You haven't seen anything yet.

Is it Harrison Fynch that wants to buy
the information from Diana Prince?

- Yes.
- Where is he?

All I know is that he is setting up
a surveillance operation here.

- Here? In Washington?
- Yes.

Who's your contact
in Fynch's organization?

I'm meeting with a man.

Well, somebody's going to meet him,
I'm afraid it won't be you.

Now, who is he?

And where is this little rendezvous
to take place?

A man with a crutch.
A cafeteria at Eighth and Curtis.

Password?

"The pound cake's stale,
so why don't you try the apple pie?"

Harris...

Fynch. Harrison Fynch.

Thank you.

Right. Harrison Fynch.
Sorry, I got a mind like a sieve.

My secretary says
I drink so much of this stuff...

it just flushes everything
right out of my brain.

Let's see now, you're here to discuss...
What is it...

insurance?

I'm here to discuss
buying your amusement park, Mr. Gurney.

Well, that's easy. It's not for sale.

Everything is for sale, Mr. Gurney.

Everything and everyone has a price.

I don't want to sell.

- Perhaps not at this moment.
- No. Not at any moment.

Look...

my brother and I dreamed
about owning a place like this...

ever since we were little kids
in kindergarten.

Davey, that's my brother, he thought up
practically half the rides in this place.

You seen that Super Loop back there?

Davey designed that.

American history class,
our junior year in high school.

When that Super Loop was installed here
three years ago...

it put this place right on the map.

So, it was your brother David
who designed that Super Loop?

Right.

Might almost say
that, in order to make history...

old Davey had to flunk it.

Well, then, perhaps it's David
I should be speaking to.

No, David's dead.
Missing in action in Vietnam.

Look, what I'm trying to say, Mr. Fynch...

is that I have no reason or desire to sell.

Listen... As long as I'm up, please.

Mr. Gurney, please
don't misunderstand me. I...

The reason for my visit here today
is simply to let you know...

that should a reason develop
for you to want to sell...

sometime in the future...

you have...

a very eager...

and a very qualified buyer
at your beck and call.

I'll tell you again,
there's no way I'm ever going to sell.

In spite of the migraines and the ulcers...

I've got way too much
invested in this place.

Well, thank you for your time, Mr. Gurney.

Fynch plans to set up operations
in Washington?

Sounds that way.

The information that I was using
to bait him...

is the kind he usually
likes to buy and sell.

It's top-secret, exotic,
extremely valuable on the black market.

But apparently, this time he was planning
on keeping what he bought...

for himself.

He intends to set up
some kind of system...

to monitor
shortwave phone conversations.

That's probably only part of his plan.

With his expertise, he'll find a way
to monitor all communications.

Having him headquartered
in Washington...

is like having a shark
in a public swimming pool.

You're not kidding.

Before long, foreign countries...

are gonna know more
about our government than we do.

What you got, Beverly?

You know, Steve, we've been trying
to bust this guy for three years.

It's now or never.

I'm going to check with Ira...

see if he can come up with a lead
as to Fynch's next move...

- now that we know his intentions.
- I think that's a good idea.

Meanwhile, I've got-

- How does he do that?
- What? Make those noises?

No, get into rooms
when all the doors are closed.

I don't know about you,
but I've been afraid to ask.

Good. Come here.

- Here it is.
- A 50-cent piece?

It's a bug.
Something our lab boys dreamed up.

Thanks to our friend Wonder Woman...

I have a little rendezvous with one
of Fynch's operatives this afternoon.

And this will give us a chance
to beat Harrison Fynch at his own game.

And I'm going to cash in on my newly
established career as a double agent.

You should learn to play chess, Mr. Pierce.
Wonderful for the mind.

Are you kidding?
I have enough trouble with checkers.

Hold all calls.

- I'm only telling you What I saw.
- What you think you saw.

What I saw!
And I'm not the only one, Mr. Gurney!

Half the kids who work here
have seen it around the Super Loop.

What did it do, maul you...

carry off screaming patrons,
leave gigantic footprints in the concrete?

No.

But there's something
in this park that shouldn't be here.

I saw it. It's real, and it's horrible.

And it's wrong to keep it a secret.

The only thing that I'm covering up...

is the fact that I exercise poor judgment...

when I hire guys like you to work.

Now, you can this nonsense...

or I'm going to give your job to somebody
with a little more respect for the truth.

I resent being called a liar, Mr. Gurney.

And I resent you spreading
the irresponsible rumor...

that my Fun Universe is haunted
by some kind of depraved monster.

The public and the press
are squirrelly enough...

When it comes to amusement parks,
you understand?

Someday you're going to be real sorry
you kept this thing a secret.

And I intend to be around to say,
"I told you so. "

Something strike you funny, Mr. Fynch?

Yes, Mr. Pierce.

I just discovered a way...

to force Mr. Gurney to sell me
that amusement park of his.

- Ms. Patrick?
- Yeah?

I heard you're taking a bunch of kids
to Fun Universe.

That's right.

Can I go? Please?

Oh, Randy...

I could only wrangle
a limited number of free passes.

I was going to take the younger children.

You're going to need somebody
to help watch them.

Well, Jeff is coming along.

Let me do it.

Jeff is older than you, Randy,
he's more responsible.

I'm responsible!

Please, Ms. Patrick.
He's been there before and I haven't.

They've got roller coasters there,
three of them.

You and your roller coasters.

Look, I can watch the kids
just as good as he can.

All right. We'll be leaving at 2:00 sharp.

Yes, ma'am.

- Sure I didn't give them to you?
- You said you'd take care of it yourself.

I distinctly remember putting them
in a manila envelope.

I'll write up some new passes,
the kids will just have to wait.

All right, we got "O" for orphanage...

Never mind, Mr. Gurney.
I'll take care of it.

Nothing. "P."

Patrick Home for Boys.

Twelve ride passes. What did I tell you?

- I'm telling you.
- Yeah, I know.

Flushes everything right out ofmy brain.

It appears our friend Mr. Gurney
is a bit of a philanthropist.

I'll have to remember that
when I take over his amusement park.

Good for my image.

Your move, Mr. Pierce.

Like I said, Mr. F...

checkers is hard enough.
I don't get this game.

Play.

When is your appointment, by the way?

Told Thorpe I'd meet him
in about half an hour.

Randy, come on.

The pound cake is stale,
why don't you try the apple pie?

I had the apple pie yesterday.

It's not that good.

I know you expected the password
to be given by a man, Mr. Pierce.

But When I have information to sell...

I don't use a go-between.

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

Diana.

Why don't you have a seat?

Okay, so you know who I am,
and I know who you are.

You must also know...

what kind of information I have to sell you.

Not interested.

Well, Mr. Fynch might think differently.

After all, Thorpe did trust me enough...

to allow me to take his place
at this little rendezvous.

My boss likes things done his way.

Your being here in person
isn't part ofhis plan.

So...

Pleasure.

Excuse me, sir.

You have left your change.

Got him.

Let's arrange a meeting so that you can
at least talk to Fynch. Okay?

Let's just say the deal's off.

Thanks, lady.

Ms. Patrick?

Tommy says he lost his ride pass.

He said the string broke and it blew away.

He must have been playing with it.

Where were you
when this happened, Randy?

You're supposed to be watching them,
that's why you're along.

Look, just tell me where to go
and I'll get him another one.

Those passes were donated to us.

I'm not going to have the park owner
think we're taking advantage...

by asking for another one.

Tommy is just going to have to suffer
the consequences of your unreliability.

My...

Here, take mine.

But you so much as touch it,
I'll break your arms.

- Now, tell me. Which way did yours blow?
- That way.

I'll be right back.

You better go on
and catch up with the others...

so you don't get lost
and I get blamed for that, too.

Hey...

is anybody there?

Is anybody down here?

I'll never get out of here.

Is somebody there?

Is anybody down here?

Hello?

Yeah.

Diana, lunch is ready. Come on in.

- Listen to this.
- We got a feed?

I take back all the rotten things
I ever said about the lab boys.

That 50-cent piece works like a charm.

- Great, is the tape rolling?
- Sure is. Let's eat.

But it wasn't Thorpe who showed up.
It was that Prince woman herself.

Good pickles.

Said she didn't need any middleman.

I told her to forget it...

you don't do business that way.

He must be talking to Fynch.

Then I got out of there.

I'll tell you something, though.

That Diana Prince is a heck of a lot
better-looking in real life...

than she is in pictures.

Well, I'm sure there are many people
outside the IADC...

who can supply me with the technical
information I'll require, Mr. Pierce.

Right now, however...

you will find a bomb...

Yeah, I can pick it up.

I'm only about two miles from there.

What kind of bomb is it,
and where do I plant it?

Fine.

But tell me...

what is a Crazy Wheel?

Mr. Pierce, it's a sort of a Ferris wheel.

You'll find the name to be quite
appropriate once you've seen it.

Poor Mr. Gurney.

He's just discovered...

a youngster has disappeared
from his amusement park.

Last night, a monster,
today, a missing orphan...

tomorrow, a terrible accident.

It appears that bad luck
does run in threes, Mr. Pierce.

Pretty soon he'll beg you to buy his place.

Talk to you tomorrow, Mr. Fynch.

After the noon news.

This is the biggest break
we've ever had, Diana.

We nail him planting that bomb...

and it's the beginning of the end
for Mr. Fynch.

What, you know where they intend
to plant it?

Take a look at this.

Ira's been theorizing
just how Fynch might go about...

setting up a major surveillance operation
here in Washington.

According to what we just heard,
this is the most likely possibility.

Isn't that Fun Universe Amusement Park?

It's the perfect cover for him.

It's a legitimate enterprise,
constant crowds, lots of diversions.

Perfect place for agents to rendezvous
and pass information.

And since we already know that Fynch
is particularly fond...

- of microwave phone conversations-
- Yes.

That tower would be a perfect place
to set up monitoring equipment.

- And that's the Crazy Wheel.
- Yeah.

Which they apparently intend
to sabotage...

in order to encourage the park owners
to sell out.

You've checked all the rest rooms,
all the concession booths?

Okay, here's what I want.

I want you to post three guards
at every exit until closing time.

If he isn't found then,
I want you to organize a dragnet.

Are you certain that
that boy didn't leave the park...

and hitchhike home?

No. Randy would never have left
until the absolutely last minute.

He was fascinated by the rides here.

The roller coasters in particular,
and especially that one.

All right. I'll double-check security
around the roller coaster grounds.

No offense, Mr. Gurney, but I think
it's time the police were notified.

There's no need for that.
My people will find him.

Your people were trained
to run an amusement park...

not to find lost children.

May I?

Who's there?

Who is it?

...in a tool case.

He's going in as a member
of the cleanup crew. I'm following.

Wait a minute.
You sure you don't need some help?

If you lose him,
we'll have to tell the park not to open.

Then Fynch'll know we're on to him.

I have no intention of losing him, Steve.

Wait!

Please, don't be frightened.

It's all right.

You're gonna help me get out of here?

I can't let you leave.

What are you going to do with me?

I don't know.

We had a team out looking for him
all last night.

And no, the boy is definitely
not in the park.

Nothing like this
has ever happened before.

Look, didn't I already answer
that question?

What do you want?

There's a Diana Prince out here to see you.

I never heard ofher. Give her
an appointment two years from today.

Mr. Gurney.

Kidnapping? Listen...

you use that word on your newscast,
you got yourself a libel suit, buddy!

Did you ever ride the Super Loop?

If so, in a way...

I was there.

See, I designed this ride.

I know it better than anybody up top.

I know where it's likely to weaken...

they don't.

So I keep tabs on it from down here.

I try to let them know
where they should make repairs.

My name's Dave.

It's not contagious.

What happened to you?

Vietnam.

I was flying in a chopper
filled with napalm.

I let everyone think
the explosion had killed me.

You see, my brother...

owns the amusement park upstairs.

Having a face like mine around
isn't too good for business.

Unless you want to charge a buck a stare.

Besides...

he's got enough problems as it is.

What's that?

That's some kind of bomb.

Trevor.

Hi.

Diana! How'd it go?

I've got some good news
and some bad news.

Preference as to order?

Yeah, give me the good news first.

Okay, Fynch's man was not able
to plant that bomb in the park.

You recovered it?

You sitting down yet?

Where is it? Still in the park?

I think so.

What do you mean, you think so?

It's a long story, Steve.

Listen, I'm going to grab
a late breakfast and head on in.

Any developments?

You didn't happen to see a missing
teenager in the park, did you?

No, I sure didn't.

Okay.

Okay. I'll talk to you later.

Yeah, that's real good.
Run off about 200 of these.

- Post them around the park.
- Will do.

By the way, you got a call earlier
from Mr. Fynch.

Who's that?

He said he was here yesterday.
He gave me his phone number...

- wanted to make sure you had it.
- Probably about insurance.

Please, make this phone stop ringing.
I got nothing to say to anybody.

I'm afraid that's not quite true,
Mr. Gurney.

How could it not be true, Sergeant?

We spent three hours
talking with each other last night.

That was before I did some talking
to some of your employees.

Now, what is this they tell me
about a monster in the park?

Money is no object...

as long as you can assure me
the job will be done immediately.

I realize she's an IADC agent.

I realize that, too.

Why do you suppose
no one has ever succeeded?

No.

It's because no one has ever said,
"Get Diana Prince, whatever the cost. "

I'm saying it to you, am I not?

She's been interfering with my affairs,
and I want her dead...

by the end of the day.

Whatever it takes.

Fine.

I'll be waiting.

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