All language subtitles for W W S03E01 My Teenage Idol is Missing 1080p BluRay DD2 0 x264-BTN (1)

He's looking! He's smiling!

He smiled at me!

Lane, we love you!
The whole world loves you!

He saw me. He smiled at me.
Do you see that?

He noticed me!

Lane, you're the best.
You're the absolute best.

We love you! I love you!

Come on, Harry,
don't give me that, huh.

How many times you sell out
the arena in 24 hours?

That's because you never promoted
a Lane Kincaid concert before.

Hey, Bill, think we could play
little tennis?

You know better than that, Lane.

Harry...

Yeah.

I've been on the road so long

I've probably forgotten
how to keep score anyway.

Now look, we talked percentages
five weeks ago.

You didn't think the kid
was big enough then.

That's your own tough luck.

Misrepresentation?

Harry, is it my fault
that you don't read the trades?

Well, you should have asked somebody
who's a little bit more with it.

Here, let me help you with that.

It's no problem.
I was going in there anyway.

Hey, easy with that!
He's not a piece of furniture, you know.

That kid in there
is worth two million bucks.

We expecting somebody?

All right, hold it!

Lane, lock your door!

- What are you doing?
- Time to go for a little ride. Come on.

Where are you taking me?

To your just reward. Let's go.

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman

To tell you
how grateful I am, it's impossible.

Well, the I.A.D.C. is grateful, too,
Mr. Springfield.

Without your cooperation,

we could never have stopped
that attempted sabotage. Thank you.

Would that all dealings between
government and big business

have such happy endings.

Daddy, you haven't done anything.
And you promised me you would.

The least you could do is drop your name
and make the police do something.

This is my daughter, Whitney.

Whitney, Diana Prince.

- Hi.
- Hi, Whitney.

The government agent!

I never told you that.

I pick things up.

Aside from forgetting her manners,
and having very big ears,

Whitney is quite convinced
some young singing star...

Lane Kincaid.

One of her latest in a series
of desperate heartthrobs.

For some reason, she thinks
he's been abducted.

He has. I saw them do it.

Daddy, they're gonna kill him
and it will be your fault.

Whitney, Ms. Prince has
a plane to catch.

And neither she, nor I, nor anyone else
has time for your nonsense.

Daddy, it's not nonsense.

I wish I could stay, Whitney,
but I do have to pack.

Say goodbye to Ms. Prince, Whitney.

- Goodbye, Whitney.
- Goodbye.

I want to tell you again that I'm very
grateful for everything you did.

And anytime, if there is anything
we can do to help...

Thank you, Mr. Springfield...

- Stop pushing me.
- Who's pushing you? Let's go.

- I am not exactly sleepwalking...
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

So this is Mr. Lane Kincaid

whom millions of young persons
admire and adore.

What a pleasure.

I wish I could say the same,
but I can't.

Oh, that's quite all right.
After all, you have been kidnapped.

Your life is in my hands.

In other words,

you'd better keep me alive,
well, and happy.

Because if you don't,
you don't get a cent. Correct?

And right now,

I feel like having a large steak.

Medium-rare will be fine.

Shall we accommodate the young man,
Mr. Morley?

Yes, sir.

Mr. Kincaid...

don't you ever sit down in my presence

without being asked.

Sorry.

It was an accident.

Hi, Ms. Prince.

Hi.

Whitney. Whitney Springfield.
We just met.

Yes, I know.

I found out from my dad's secretary
where you were staying.

- You were looking for me?
- Yes, I was.

May I call you Diana?

Sure.

The Brownfield Towers on Rodeo Drive.

No, LAX.

I, um... I have to get to
the airport, Whitney, not Beverly Hills.

Uh, you heard what I said, cabbie.
Remember what I told you before?

Rodeo Drive it is.

- I told him I tip 30%, which I do.
- Whitney...

Please, Diana, you've got to help me.

Lane's been kidnapped, he really has!

Now, there's no way somebody
that famous could be kidnapped

without anybody knowing about it.

I snuck up there to get his autograph,

and I saw a man with a mask and a gun
make Lane leave with him.

If he was kidnapped, even the police
couldn't keep it quiet, Whitney.

Maybe they don't know about it.

Please, Diana, find out for sure!

You're a spy. You can find out anything.

Please, I can pay for any trouble
I cause you.

I get a heck of an allowance.

I know. You tip 30%.

How much?

You heard correctly,
Mr. Ripley.

$2 million.

I won't pay it.

With a Lane Kincaid concert
worth one million coming up?

And five gold records last year alone?

You'll pay, Mr. Ripley. You'll pay.

He's in the penthouse on the top floor.

He's blond, good-looking,
kind of long-ish hair, good-looking.

I know what he looks like,
Whitney.

Make them let you see him.
Tell them you're with the government.

No, that might scare 'em.

Tell them you're a writer.

Why don't you leave that to me, okay,
and meet me back at the hotel?

- Okay, right.
- Okay. Right.

- Diana?
- Yes.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

Be careful.

$2 million.

Yeah, hello. Let me to talk
to the bank manager, please.

Mr. Overton. Yeah, this is Ash Ripley.

I saw a man with a mask
and a gun make Lane leave with him.

I just saw him, Whitney.

Who?

Lane. He was in his room,
as big as life.

As plain as day.

You couldn't have.

I saw them take him away at gunpoint!

Do you think I made it up?

No, I think you saw something.

You probably just misunderstood.

I didn't misunderstand.

I know what a mask is for
and I know what a gun is for!

I'm not a baby!

I didn't mean that, Whitney.

If you don't believe me, just say so!

I'm sorry.

No. Just forget it. I'm sorry.

Just forget about the whole thing.

Look, your bags are right there.

The room is paid for.
Just go on back to Washington.

You know, on the news,

they said that Lane had been
rehearsing all day for his concert.

Why do you think they'd lie like that?

And why would Lane be in his room

when logically he would be rehearsing?

Okay.

It sounds suspicious enough to me
to do just a little bit more checking.

- Okay?
- Okay.

You know, you guys could've at least

let me and my brother
have some time to talk.

It's been ten years, you know.

But then I guess that doesn't matter
to you creeps, right?

King me.

Look.

It wasn't Mr. Crichton's intention
to arrange a family reunion.

He dug up your brother
so he could switch places with you.

Now, nobody knows.

Nobody but your manager knows
the real Lane Kincaid's been kidnapped.

You got that?

That's very smart. Very smart.

I guess your Mr. Crockton
must think he's hot stuff.

That's "Crichton."

Crichton. Crichton.

- Oh.
- You're darn right, he's hot stuff.

If I told you the people in high places,
and I mean really high places,

he's kidnapped without anybody
catching on, it'd blow your socks off.

Of course, not all of them were obliging
enough to have a bona fide twin

waiting in the wings like you.

Yeah, well, Morley, you know what?

What?

Right now,
I'd love to have a BLT on white,

with extra mayo, lettuce,

corn chips...

Um, and a root beer.

It'd seem the game's over anyway.

Okay, you got it.

Didn't I tell you
to keep the curtains closed?

Sorry.

Now you, you've got an interview
in a half hour.

You're kidding.

Nah. Some creep from the Tribune
didn't buy our rehearsal story.

Now, listen, not one word
about what's happened.

'Cause the same guy who brought you here
in that furniture box,

they could just as easily take you out
in a coffin. You understand that?

But they promised me
that if I did as they said,

they wouldn't hurt me or Melvin.

Now look, as long as I'm stuck with you,

you better start acting
like Lane Kincaid. You better...

Melvin? Who's Melvin?

Lane, sir. His real name is Melvin.
Mine's Michael.

I don't care if your names
are Punch and Judy

and you were separated
at the age of nine

when the Alaskan pipeline blew
and washed away your igloo!

At the age of five, sir,
when our foster parents...

I don't care.

From now on, you're Lane Kincaid.
Don't forget that.

- Yes, sir.
- Good.

- Trevor.
- Steve?

Oh, Diana. You at the airport?

Uh, no, Steve,
I'm still in Los Angeles.

I thought that Springfield thing
was all wrapped up.

Well, it is.

Listen, I'll tell you about it later.

Right now, I need some information.

Information, huh? What kind?
Human-type or computer-type?

Well, I think a little of both.

Oh! Well, in that case, hang on,
I got a surprise for you.

Surprise?

Steve?

Try again.

Ira?

Affirmative.

Yeah, the patch cable
between Ira and the phone company

was completed yesterday.

You are the first to benefit
from its installation.

Well, imagine my delight.

What can we do for you, kiddo?

Okay, fellas.
The subject is kidnapping.

Only the victim isn't missing.
One Lane Kincaid.

He seems to have been replaced
by someone else.

Any ideas?

The name Raleigh Crichton

is associated
with a dozen rumored kidnappings

in which the victim
was replaced by a double.

Oh, yeah,
he and I have crossed paths before.

Crichton supposedly arranges it

so that only those closest to the victim
know there's even been a kidnapping.

That way, it makes it easier for them

to pay the ransom without
contacting the police or the FBI.

Rumor has it,
he's been very successful.

Well, he certainly found
a perfect double for Lane.

Because the Lane Kincaid concert
is tomorrow night,

it is logical that the ransom
will be paid

and the victim will be returned
before then.

His manager will probably make the drop.

I'll keep an eye on him.

Thank you, fellas.

Keep in touch, Diana Prince.

Now that I've got your number, Ira,
you bet.

Bye.

Mr. Ripley?

Uh, I know that Lane has been kidnapped.

I'm here to help.

Mind your own business, lady.
That's how you can help.

Who are you?

That doesn't really matter. Listen,
you can't let them get away with this.

What I can't do is blow a concert
worth a million bucks,

and you're not gonna make me.

You see this?

From now on,
it's going to be in my pocket.

But it's gonna be aimed right at you.

Now you just move ahead
towards that shack, okay?

Slowly.

Move it.

Move it!

Go ahead, come on.
All right, now stop here.

Something doesn't smell right.

Get in. Nice and easy.

- I'm trying to tell you...
- Come on, get in there.

- Quiet.
- Oh!

You're making a mistake.

Keep quiet!

He got rid of the girl.

But I don't like it.

And neither will Crichton. Abort.

Forget it, Mr. Ripley.
The deal's off.

No!

No, no! Wait a minute!

I followed all the instructions
to the letter. It's okay!

Get in!

Are you okay?

Yeah. Yeah.

Whew!

Floor it!

Help! Help!

Over here! Over here!

They're trying to kill me!

Sorry, Wonder Woman.
You're interfering in my business.

Now look, this is no concern of yours
or anybody else's.

Don't bother with that, huh.

I mean, because
I'm gonna tell you the truth.

Because those phone calls
from the kidnappers,

they were either long distance,
or ship-to-shore, you know.

I mean, I don't even know who they were.

And, uh, when you take that off,

well, I'm just gonna deny
there was a kidnapping.

So there's no point, right?

After all we've done to make it easy
for him to pay the ransom,

that fool involved Wonder Woman?

Boss, we don't know for sure.

I mean, Ripley was just as surprised
as we were when she showed.

Well, I suppose it's only fair

to hear both sides of the story

before taking final action.

Look, I had nothing to do
with Wonder Woman's being there.

There's been no double-cross,
believe me.

As far as she, the police,
or anybody else is concerned,

there hasn't even been a kidnapping.

All right, look, uh...

Let's arrange another drop. All right?

Um, I'll bring the two million
any time, any place.

Let's, uh... Let's make it soon, huh,

so Lane can be fresh for that concert.

Lane is not gonna be in that concert.

It looks like Michael is.

What?

It's about time you learned a lesson
about carelessness, Mr. Ripley.

I'll be in touch.

After tomorrow night.

Wait, wait. Uh...

Without Lane, I'm gonna be ruined.

You're gonna end up with nothing.

But if you know he's been kidnapped
and replaced by his twin...

His manager refuses to report it.

Now, if we go
and make a big fuss about it,

well, we might be putting Lane
in even more danger.

He's in danger, all right.

I thought the men who took him
were gonna kill him.

Why do you say that?

Something the guy in the mask said.

How come they haven't cancelled
tonight's concert?

That is a very good question.

I don't suppose
you have an extra ticket?

Yeah, I do. My housekeeper
was gonna take me.

But will you go with me?

I'd love to.

Great.

Now maybe we'll find out
what's going on.

I gotta do something.

I got it. Lip-synch.

He can lip-synch the songs.

You know what lip-synch is?

- Yes, sir.
- Good.

Great.

All right. Now you just fake it.

Right? You move your lips
to the records.

You know all of Lane's songs, don't you?
Every red-blooded American kid does.

No, sir. My foster parents
never let me listen to the radio.

Your foster parents.

Your loving foster parents
haven't even reported you missing yet!

Ripley, cool it.

Now, I am the only person here
who cares about you.

I am the only one who can help you now.
The only one!

I want you to get on that stage tonight.

I want to you perform.
And I want you to be Lane Kincaid.

Hey, hey. Come on, huh.

I'm sorry.

Come here.

Listen, can't you do something?

I can play a little guitar,
a little bit of singing.

Yeah?

Get a guitar. Terrific.

All right, look,
I'm gonna, uh, get you some records.

You're gonna memorize
the songs that I tell ya,

and you're gonna practice your
little heart out on the guitar, right?

- Yes, sir.
- Great.

Hot dogs here!

Hot dogs here!

All right, now. You feel all right, huh?

Now, don't be nervous
when you get out there.

Just remember everything.
Lip-synch, okay?

All right. Wait a second. Hold on.

All right, you look great.
Go ahead. Go ahead! Go ahead.

I think I'm gonna be sick.

He looks just like him.

Do you suppose we're wrong?
Do you suppose that's Lane, after all?

We'll know as soon as he starts to sing.

You got me rollin'

Like a wheel on the road

Turnin' round and round
Nowhere to go

I've got to find out
If you're feeling it, too

It's hard to tell
So here's what I do...

He's faking it.

I guess we know now
why they didn't cancel the concert.

These kids don't blow
a month's allowance

just to see someone move his lips.

Even if he does look just like Lane.

All-all-all-all night long

- You pulling out?
- You better believe it.

Me and the advance money
are moving to higher ground.

Give him a chance. Hear him out.

Listen, the only voice
I wanna hear right now

is an airline pilot welcoming me
to Chicago.

Look, I'll wire the money that I owe you
when I get there.

Hey, listen, you ought to at least
hear him long enough.

Hey, hey, don't use up
all your strength, you know.

You're gonna need it for your new buddy
when the people out there kill him.

This audience isn't going to put up
with the canned music any longer.

If I were him, I'd start running now.

Get off the stage!

Cut the tape, please.

Are you lip-synching?

Um...

No more tapes.

Uh...

I guess it's, uh, time for real music.

Uh...

This is my kind of stuff.

When I think of you

I think of sunny days in June
Warm nights in tune

And the sun in your heart

When I think of you...

His music is different, but it's good.

It's really good!

Which could be bad for Lane.

Really bad.

Now there's nothing to do
But wait for the summer

Wait for the summer

And you

- He's as good as Lane.
- I tried to tell you.

He's as good as Lane!

He's what?

Yes, sir.

Then he started doing his own stuff
and it's not bad, Mr. Crichton.

Give a listen.

When I think of you

I think of running on the beach
Castles in the heat

And the sand on our feet...

Very well, Mr. Sampson.

Meet Mr. Ludwig as arranged.

I have some thinking to do.

What's going on?

Lane Kincaid is, at this very moment,

giving the finest performance
of his career.

What?

Lane's twin brother

apparently is just as talented
as Lane himself.

Well, let's hear it for Michael.

I guess he fixed your wagon,
huh, "Crockton"?

I'd worry about your wagon
if I were you, Mr. Kincaid.

For you suddenly have become
about as useful to us

as a dead duck.

What's the matter with him, eh?
Why doesn't he call?

What's he waiting for?

He must have heard
our kid went over big.

Yeah, sure, he went over big.

But he's not Lane.

It'll take years to get him
to that place.

I want Lane back.

I want Lane and Michael.

There's nothing wrong with that, huh?
I mean, I'm gonna pay.

Maybe the kidnapper figures
you got nothing to lose now.

Maybe he thinks
you'll try a double-cross

if he tries to return Lane.

Oh, come on. He's gotta return Lane.
What else is he gonna do with him?

No.

He wouldn't.

Uh...

I'm afraid no brilliant alternative
occurred to me during the night.

The boy is just

too great a liability.

Alert Sampson and Ludwig.

We'll dispose of him at the yard.

Yes, sir.

Look, Sergeant,
I wanna speak to your superior.

Hello? Hello?

Cops wouldn't believe you?

Are you kidding?
After that concert last night?

What have I done?

There's gotta be somebody
that can help us.

Wait a minute.

There was this lady at the junkyard,
she knew about the kidnapping.

But I don't where to find her.
I don't even know who she is.

Whitney, retrace your steps.

Okay?

You've got to remember
what that man said

- when he kidnapped Lane.
- I'm trying.

Think.

Okay? He must have said something.

Something that made you think
they were gonna kill him.

Lane said something like,
"Where are we going?"

And the man said something like...

"To get what you deserve.

To...

To get your reward...

your just reward."

That's it!

He said, "I'm taking you
to your just reward."

That's what made me think
they were gonna kill him.

But if they weren't gonna kill him,
why would they say that?

They must be talking about
where they're holding him.

They took him where?

His manager said...

that the phone calls sounded
long distance, ship-to-shore.

"Your just reward."

Operator? This is an emergency.

Get me the Coast Guard.

The name of the boat!

Maybe.

Just maybe.

Let's go, kid.
Your singing days are over.

In fact, it looks like
all your days are over.

Didn't Crichton speak to Ash?

It's too risky. What can I say?

In my business, these things happen.

Come on.

Let's go.

Come on.

Thank you, Captain.

Good.

I'll be waiting.

What'd they say?

There is a boat out of Marina del Rey
called Your Just Reward.

And the Coast Guard
is trying to locate it.

Do you think they've killed Lane yet?

Well, from what my boss in Washington
has told me about the kidnappers,

if they haven't killed him yet,

it's only because
Crichton hasn't figured out

the tidiest possible way to do it.

Skyview 3 to Central.

They are now in a gray sedan,
license number 247 PCE.

Yes?

That's right. What have you got?

Well, do you know
where they're heading?

Okay, well, please keep me posted.

Thank you.

What's happening?

They've got Lane in a car,
headed away from the ocean.

And the police are after them.

Well, let's get going.
We're not doing any good here.

- Maybe there'll be a...
- You are going home, young lady.

No, Diana. No!

Listen, Whitney.

Whatever does finally happen,
I don't want you involved.

Diana, please.

Whitney.

All right, I'll go.

But you better promise
to call and keep me posted.

I promise. Now go.

Mr. Ludwig should be ready by now,
don't you think?

We'll soon find out.

Ludwig will lose them in no time.

Good.

Then let's take care
of our immediate problem,

so we can join him at the airport.

What do you mean, you lost them?

Well, have you any idea
where they're headed?

Thanks, anyway, Lieutenant.

The junkyard.

Oh, no.

Whitney!

It won't even turn over.

You should always take a taxi
when you have to get somewhere, Diana.

What're we gonna do now?

You are going to listen to me,
young lady,

and do no less than what I tell you.

Now, I want you go over to that store,
call the police,

tell them to get out to the junkyard
at Washington and 89th immediately.

And then you stay put. Promise.

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna call your father
unless you promise.

Okay.

Go.

Let me show you something.

So how do you like
your new manager so far?

He's great, but I miss Ash, you know?

But he couldn't handle
the kidnapping thing too well.

Well, the police and the FBI
weren't too thrilled

with his behavior, either.

There you go.

Well, I don't know about you,
but this girl saved my life.

She deserves more than an autograph.

And if it weren't for her,
we'd never be together again.

Hey, Lane. Michael. Let's go!

Well, it was good
seeing you again, Diana. So long.

Thank you very much for all your help.

And it was nice meeting you, Ms. Prince.

Okay, break a leg, guys.

I may as well die now, Diana.

What?

I have nothing left to live for.

Well, how about
a hot fudge sundae after the show?

- With peanuts?
- The works.

You're on!

You got me rollin'
Like a wheel on the road

Turnin' round and round
Nowhere to go

I've got to find out
If you're feeling it, too

It's hard to tell
So here's what I do

And every time I want more

I'll take you out on the floor

I was made for dancin'

All-all-all-all night long

Yeah

I was made for dancin'

All-all-all-all night long

The days and nights are moving
By me and you

You're such a crazy love
You tear me in two

I spend my time
Moving to dreams and a phase

It's a crazy love
You can see it in my face

And every time I want more...

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman