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Give me a hand over here.

Mr. Stryker?

I'd like to talk to you.

You picked a lousy time,
in case you hadn't noticed.

This is the second major disaster
to hit your company within a week.

If you'd cooperated
with the I.A.D.C. before,

we might have prevented this one.

I told you, Gault Industries
is a private corporation.

Whatever happens to us
is none of your business, Miss Prince.

Wrong. You've got dozens
of government contracts,

including one for a top-secret
missile guidance system

that is being developed in this plant.

That makes it my business, Mr. Stryker.

I have to think about my stockholders.

Now, your involvement would only drive
the value of their shares straight down.

Sabotage will do the same thing.

Maybe you don't realize that.
After all, you are new to the job.

You say sabotage, and I say
we're having a run of bad luck.

Well, it's interesting
how your "bad luck" started

when Harlow Gault died

and you took over
as chairman of the board.

What are you getting at, Miss Prince?

It looks to me like someone
is out to destroy your company.

And I'm gonna find out who,
with or without your cooperation.

We'll just make that "without."

If you'll excuse me,
I have a funeral to attend.

Look at them,
hypocritical bunch of fools.

Each of them is secretly overjoyed
at Harlow Gault's death.

But I'm not dead, am I, my pet?

The essence of my genius,
my spectacular brain, lives on.

I am invincible.

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman

Just a few more pages, Tara.

Catching up on your reading, Mr. Gault?

Today, I'm tackling
the Russian classics.

There.

War and Peace.

Read in less than an hour.
Not bad, eh, Doctor?

To think that people can do more
without their bodies than with them.

Watch, I'll show you something else.

Theatrical, I admit.

But once the brain doesn't have to drag
around a worn-out, rotting skeleton,

it is capable of almost anything.

Even psychokinesis.

You see,
my theory was correct.

By releasing the brain
from the task of operating a body,

I've unleashed psychic talents
that lie dormant in everyone.

Well, don't get too worked up, Doctor.

After all, those talents aren't
going to stay unleashed.

That's up to you, isn't it?
We haven't much time.

Don't worry, you'll have your
raw materials for your transplant

- very shortly, Doctor.
- Good.

Speaking of which,
I have some appointments to keep.

Uh...

Mr. Gault?

Good news or bad news, Turk?

Bad. Just found out that the I.A.D.C.

has formally assigned Diana Prince

to investigate the fire we set.

She's supposed to meet again
with Stryker this afternoon.

Why, that's good news, Turk.

For it means we'd better get rid
of Miss Prince once and for all,

does it not?

No guns, Turk,
just a regrettable accident.

Yes, sir.

That was marvelous.

You should have no trouble
making the Olympics.

The decathlon is my favorite event.

I just work out on the bar
to keep in shape.

Well, this picture doesn't even begin
to suggest the shape you're in.

Oh, that. I didn't even know
that guy was taking my picture.

Have you thought over
what we discussed on the phone, Morton?

I... I don't know, Miss Landon.

- Tara.
- Tara.

Uh, eliminations are coming up,
and I'm training pretty hard these days.

Well, you could train in my uncle's gym
while you're working for him.

I don't know anything about
being an athletic director, though.

Well, why don't you at least come in
and see if you qualify for the job?

And if you do, you can give me
your final decision then.

Fair enough?

- That's your uncle's address?
- See you there at 3:00?

I hope it won't take too long.

I still have ten miles to run
sometime today.

Well, you might just find
that once you talk to my uncle,

all thoughts of competing
in the Olympics

are gone from your head.

You know, I could get a federal warrant,
Mr. Stryker.

And if you don't start answering
some of my questions,

that's exactly what I'll do.

I don't like being strong-armed,
Miss Prince.

Besides, I've got a board meeting
in five minutes.

What do you know
about Thomas J. Craddock?

Nothing.

Well, then it might interest you to know
that it appears likely

he will soon gain majority
stock control of Gault Industries.

Bad news really travels fast,
doesn't it?

Look, I don't know the man.

I never even heard of him
until less than ten days ago.

Huh.

Nor had anyone else. It's strange
that he should suddenly appear

just when Gault Industries
is in trouble,

and the stock drops lower each day.

Almost sounds planned, doesn't it?

Now, listen...

- Come in.
- Excuse me, Mr. Stryker.

Miss Prince, this is Emil Berger,
Mr. Berger, Diana Prince.

She's with the I.A.D.C.

Oh?

All right, Berger. Thank you.

Looks as though major disaster
number three just hit Gault Industries.

I'm afraid I have that meeting now,
Miss Prince.

And listen,
if you want to talk to me again,

you'd better get that warrant.

They say that bad luck
comes in threes, Mr. Stryker.

And I have the feeling that,
in this case, that's an underestimate.

Taxi, lady?

500 North Capitol,
the Securities and Exchange Commission.

Yes, ma'am.

It's pretty cold, huh?
How about some heat back there?

No, it's all right, thank you.

Come on, try it.
It's brand new, I just had it installed.

All right, if you insist.

Hold it.

Goodbye, Miss Prince.

- Let's go.
- Okay.

It had to be Stryker, Steve.

He's resented our interference
in his private matters from day one.

You'd think he could've been
a little more subtle, though.

That's why I can't believe
he ordered the attempt on your life.

If corporate heads are anything,
they are subtle. And efficient.

If he wanted you out of the way, Diana,

you would be out of the way.

So what other toes
have I been stepping on lately?

Hopefully, Ira can
come up with something

from the fingerprints in the taxi.

Which was stolen, I imagine?

And wisely abandoned. Here we go now.

Looks like only three clear prints
were lifted.

Ira pulled photos for each one.

Photo number one. Nettlebaum, Selma A.

Mother of Eugene Nettlebaum,
wife of Morris Nettlebaum.

She has something to do
with an attempt on my life?

Obviously Ira's idea of a little joke.

Photo number two. Diana...

Cute.

Listen, you.

You tell Ira that he's about that far
from having his plug pulled, you hear?

This is him. The guy driving the cab.

Turk, George P.
Eleven arrests, five convictions

for crimes ranging from arson
to armed robbery.

Paroled last year. Now employed
as a bodyguard for Harlow Gault,

founder of Gault Industries.

Why would a dead man's bodyguard
want me out of the way?

Bodyguards take orders.
The question now is, from whom?

Well, I sure hope my car is tuned up

because I'm about to pay a visit
to the estate of the late Harlow Gault.

And I have no intention
of taking another cab.

Go on.

Good. Tell Dr. Crippin
to have the equipment ready.

I'll see the young man right away.

That athlete I was telling you about
has just arrived.

Let's have a look at him.

Wait till you see his shoulders,
and the muscles in his legs.

What's his name?

Morton Danzig.
An Olympic hopeful. Decathlon.

- Means he has stamina.
- Among other things.

I don't know, Tara.
I think he's too much an athlete.

Nonsense. Dr. Crippin said the donor
had to be in perfect physical condition.

And that's what I call perfect.

What I mean, my darling,

is that perhaps he's too much
in the public eye.

How would it look for him
to suddenly, and without warning,

become the financial wizard
that takes over Gault Industries?

But, Harlow, you promised.
You said the choice would be mine,

and you'd do whatever had to be done
to legitimize who I found.

Yes, that was our arrangement,
wasn't it?

Your reward for serving a sickly old man
for three years.

Four.

Well, since you've obviously
taken a fancy to him,

let's hope, my passion flower,

that he passes
all of Dr. Crippin's tests.

Good. I'll get him started right away.

Morton,
how nice to see you again.

- That job still open?
- It certainly is.

And while you're being interviewed,

we have a few tests for you to take.

If those tests are written tests,
like in math or history,

I can tell you right now...

No, these are physical tests, Morton.

To be perfectly blunt with you,

we're interested in your body,
not your brains.

The gym is this way.

Excuse me.

Hello, I'd like to see Mr. Turk, please.
I'm Diana Prince with the I.A.D.C.

Please come in.

That blundering fool, Turk!

I'll be with you in a minute,
Miss Prince.

Just through that door, Morton.

- I've seen him before, haven't I?
- I really wouldn't know.

Why are all the bodies beautiful?

We're hiring some security guards
for the estate.

Wait right here. I'll be right back.

You know who's out there.

Let her talk to you in here.
I'll do the rest.

You were asking about Mr. Turk?

Yes, he is still working here, isn't he?

Why are you interested in Mr. Turk?

Well, for openers, he tried to kill me.

- Are you certain?
- Very.

Do you know where he is?

Uh...

No, I'm afraid I don't.

After Mr. Gault's unfortunate death,
his services were no longer needed.

Well, maybe not here at the estate,

but I know for a fact

that he is still
on the Gault Industries payroll.

Yes, that's correct,
he's now working for Mr. Stryker.

Stryker?

Yes, he said that he could use
a man with Turk's background,

whatever that meant.

Well, I guess he knows
that Turk is an ex-con.

- You didn't know that?
- Well, of course not.

If Mr. Gault had known that,
he never would have been hired.

All right. One last question.

Did Mr. Gault ever meet
with a Thomas J. Craddock?

No, not that I know of.

I'm terribly sorry.
I don't know how that happened.

I could've sworn Sir Lancelot was
stuffed in the corner when we arrived.

Oh, well.

No harm done. A few new screws
and he'll be as good as new.

- I'm terribly sorry.
- Yes, I'm sure you are.

I can't explain how that happened.

I'm really sorry.

For what it's worth, I've got a theory.

Ghosts.

Morton Danzig.
I knew I saw him before.

People are saying that
he might win the United States

five gold medals in the next Olympics.

And the eliminations
haven't even been held yet.

I can't understand
why I don't remember his picture.

Well, I think he has a few attributes

that women might find
more memorable than men.

In any case, I'm going to have Ira see
if he can figure out

what Morton was doing
at the Gault estate.

You don't buy that security guard story,
do you?

Since when do security guards
have to look like Bruce Jenner?

Hello.

Yeah, wait a minute. What's the address?
1205. How long will he be there?

Okay, thanks.

Stryker's not in the office,
but that's where you can find him.

Good.

Hopefully he'll give me
some straight talk

now that I know he hired Turk
to get rid of me.

Yeah, but just remember, the police
haven't been able to round up Turk yet.

And until they do,
it's Stryker's word against yours.

Oh, I don't know, Steve.

I have a certain knack
for getting people to level with me.

Pull!

Pull!

Pull!

I believe this is yours.

What are you doing here?

I was hoping
that we could have a little chat.

A little chat?

You ordered George Turk
to kill Diana Prince, didn't you?

I did no such thing.

Well, Turk still does work
for Gault Industries, doesn't he?

Turk was one of Gault's right-hand men.

Well, who's giving him orders now?

Ask Tara Landon, Gault's secretary.

Turk must be taking orders from her now.

Well, someone's trying to sabotage
your company.

Is it Thomas J. Craddock?

My research shows no such person exists.
It was just a name on paper.

Well, whoever is using that name
is obviously trying to gain

majority control
of Gault Industries' stock

and possibly set himself up
as chairman of the board.

Who? Is there someone
who would like to see you ruined?

Harlow Gault.

Harlow Gault is dead.

He hated me.

Hated the fact that I would
control his company when he died.

It's as if he's still trying to get me.

Ghosts.

Well, Mr. Stryker, thank you.

You can go back
to your target practice now.

It looks like fun.

Do you mind if I give it a try?

Pull! Pull! Pull!

It's much more sporting that way.

- How am I doing, Doc?
- You're doing splendidly, lad.

Ten miles and your heart rate
has hardly risen above normal. Amazing.

Heck, I'm not even warmed up yet.

Dr. Crippin, are you almost finished?

Yes, I think so.

How does Mr. Danzig shape up?

According to my initial readings,

he seems admirably suited
for the position.

Of course, I will have to study
all of the test results

before my final decision can be made.

- Something wrong?
- On the contrary, young man.

You appear disgustingly healthy.

It's amazing, just amazing.

I think we'll have some good news
for you in just a few minutes.

Listen, I'm still not sure
I'm all that interested in the job.

Well, maybe that's because
we haven't really discussed money.

No, it's not the money, it's just that...

How does $1,000 sound to you?

- A month?
- A week.

It would be like getting paid
to train for the Olympics, wouldn't it?

Yeah.

How about it, Morton.
Are you interested?

Yeah.

Danzig, Morton T. Age 25.

Former student at Central University.

Winner of 14
track-and-field competitions.

Any criminal record, any ties
with anyone at Gault Industries?

Negative.

Well, I guess Diana's hunch was wrong.

Morton really was looking for a job
as a security guard. Thanks anyway.

Wait, Steve Trevor.

The I.R.A. C. computer has more
information on Morton Danzig.

You've been holding out on me, Ira?

At this moment, computerized data

concerning his scholastic records
at Central University

are being tampered with.

Someone's changing his transcript
right now?

Affirmative.

Not only are his grades being raised
from a 2.3 average to a 3.5,

but his major is being changed
from Physical Education to Business.

How many students at Central University?

Fifty-two thousand.

So what the computer says, goes, right?

Which is as it should be...

most of the time.

Well, obviously,
one of your electronic cohorts

is being used to make Morton Danzig
into something he is not.

Ira...

Is it possible to arrange a malfunction

at Central's data processing center

just to stall anyone who's there

long enough for me
to have a talk with Morton?

With pleasure.

Then do it.

Well? What's the verdict
on this Morton Danzig?

Basal metabolism, normal.
Triglyceride levels, normal.

Cardiovascular system, normal.

Renal system, normal...

Oh, stop all that mumbo-jumbo,
Crippin. Give me the bottom line.

Is he in perfect condition or not?

In my professional opinion,
he is astoundingly perfect.

There isn't a single solitary thing
I can find wrong with him.

He has the constitution
of a Brahma bull.

I told you I'd get you our man, Doctor.

Prepare him
for the transplant at once.

We've already wasted enough time.

Within the hour,

I shall be the first man of science...

to abolish death.

Your brain in Morton's body

will, in a sense,
make both of us immortal, Mr. Gault.

Correction, Doctor.

Your handiwork will make you
and Thomas J. Craddock immortal.

- Tara Landon?
- Yes?

My name is Steve Trevor.
I'm with the I.A.D.C.

I was told I could find
Morton Danzig here.

May I speak with him, please?

- Certainly. Come in.
- Thank you.

He's in the gym. He's quite an athlete.

He's going to be working for us.

Why don't you wait for him in here
while I go get him?

I know better than to ask what business
the I.A.D.C. has with Morton,

- Mr...
- Trevor. Steve Trevor.

Trevor, right.

Well, why don't you have a seat?

- And excuse me, I'll go get him.
- Thank you.

Here we are.

Steve Trevor, Morton Danzig.

- How do you do?
- The I.A.D.C. wants to see me?

- Did I goof up my tax return again?
- No, you're thinking of the IRS.

Well, why don't you gentlemen
have a seat?

And excuse me...

- I'll leave you two alone.
- Thank you.

Morton, are you aware
that at this very moment,

someone is changing
your college transcript?

- Huh.
- Your grade records.

Somebody is tampering with them,

making you look like an A-student

instead of the C-student
we both know you were.

Sounds great.
Why would anybody want to do that?

I understand
you're gonna be working out here.

I'm gonna run a private gym.
$1,000 a week.

- For running a gym?
- Yeah.

That's very interesting.

Especially since Miss Landon
told one of my co-workers

that you were interviewing
for a job as a security guard.

She did?

Look, Morton,
something weird's going on around here,

and you seem to be
right in the middle of it.

- Is there anything you wanna tell me?
- No.

- You in some kind of trouble out here?
- No.

Heck, Tara and Dr. Crippin
are about the nicest people I ever met.

For $1,000 a week,
they ought to be.

Now, look, I've heard of plenty of
government people

who earn a lot more than that
doing a lot less.

And I bet their employees lied
about why they were hired, too.

Good point.
I'll tell you what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna leave you
my name and phone number.

If you feel like talking,
you give me a call.

Any time, day or night.

Thank you, Miss Landon.
Morton, talk to you later.

I'll find my way out.

Uh...

- It was nice meeting you.
- Thank you. Have a nice day.

- Um, Miss Landon?
- Tara.

Tara, I'd like to ask you
some questions.

Oh, not now, Morton.
It can wait, can't it?

Why don't you go back to the gym?
And I'll see you there later.

Sure.

He was with the I.A.D.C.
Why didn't you get rid of him?

There was no need, my pet.

Morton handled him perfectly
without even knowing it.

We're too close to the end
to risk any untidiness, Tara.

Tell Crippin that as soon
as our colleagues return,

the transplant will begin.

Ira, do you think
the man we're looking for

is still at the data processing center?

Affirmative.
Does Steve Trevor wish me to undo

the malfunction I created
in the university's computer?

Uh... Give me five minutes,
then undo it.

Meanwhile, call Diana and tell her
to meet me there right away.

- You got that?
- Ten-four.

Bye.

Ten-four?

I.A.D.C. Hold it!

Get moving, fast.

I'm with the I.A.D.C.

All right,
I'm gonna ask you one more time.

Who are you working for?

He works for Gault Industries.

- Diana.
- Hi, Steve.

Last seen, in fact,
in the office of Mr. Stryker.

So Stryker is behind all this?

Why don't we hear what the man
who faces conspiracy charges has to say?

Oh, now, look... Look...

Tara Landon just gave me the information
to put into the computer.

I just take orders from her.

- What does she want with Morton Danzig?
- I don't know.

Is she trying to make Morton
appear to be Thomas J. Craddock?

All right. Morton Danzig is being held
on the estate. That's all I know.

I swear it.

What're you getting at, Diana?

Stryker told me that he's positive
Thomas J. Craddock

is just a name someone's using
to buy up Gault Industries stock.

So whoever's using the name is probably
sabotaging the company

to drive down the price of the shares?

Yes, and now it appears very likely
that Tara Landon

is setting up Morton Danzig

so he can claim to be Craddock.

But Ira assured me that
before this morning,

there was absolutely no connection

between Danzig and Gault Industries.

Why would anyone set up a complete
stranger to take over the company?

I don't know, Steve,
but I get the feeling

that all the answers we need
are at the Gault estate.

I'm going out there.

Diana, wait for a backup.

Give me a half an hour.

If you don't hear from me,
then call a backup.

Diana, now wait a...

All right, come on. Let's go.

There's a couple of questions
I wanted to ask you.

Oh, they can wait, can't they?

I don't think so.

What's that for?

Nothing to worry
your head about, Morton.

When you wake up...

you'll be a new man.

If it's all the same with you,
I'll stick with the old me.

It is all the same with you, isn't it?

I'm afraid not, my boy.

You see, this job calls for brawn...

and we supply the brains.

But without this...

how could I remove yours?

I definitely don't want this job.

Turk.

Don't let him escape, you idiot!

It's time we met face to face,
so to speak.

Who are you?

Where are you?

My name is Harlow Gault,

and I'm right smack in front of you,
you young dolt.

I don't see anything but a fish tank.

This fish tank

holds one of the world's most brilliant
and powerful minds.

You should feel honored to have been

selected as the receptacle
for my genius.

You'll excuse me
if I don't accept the honor.

I believe Mr. Danzig
is waiting for you, Doctor.

Are you ready, Doctor?

Just a few more details.

- What's the delay?
- I'm not getting enough current.

There's an intruder on the grounds,
heading for the house.

Alert the guards, Turk.
And take care of whoever it is yourself.

Hurry, Crippin.

All right. All right, go. Fan out! Go!

Hold it right there!

Continue, you fool.

This is a very delicate operation.

If I'm interrupted,
it could be disastrous.

Whatever it was,
Turk's taken care of it.

Go on with it.

Don't stop, Crippin.
I'll take care of her.

Leave it alone.

Powerful as you are,
you're no match for me, Wonder Woman.

Go on with the operation.

No!

Let's go.

Hurry, Crippin.

Where are... They were gonna...

No. No, not anymore, Morton.
They're gone.

It's frightening.
He almost pulled it off.

Gault, using Morton's body,
almost took over

his own business empire.

Only this time as a vibrant young man
instead of a dying 70-year-old.

Yeah, but the trouble is,
there's only one thing Gault can do,

and that's try again.

I'm afraid we haven't
heard the last of him.

Who knows what he'll try next?

This is the best I could do.

That Tara.
She had a lot of wigs upstairs. Well...

How does it look?

Well, I don't know, Morton.
I think it looks kind of cute.

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman