All language subtitles for W W S03E19 The Girl with a Gift for Disaster 1080p BluRay DD2 0 x264-BTN (1)

Hey, Bonnie, how does Chinese food
sound for lunch?

I thought I'd surprise my boyfriend
and take him out to lunch.

Last night he kind of let it slip

that he was working over
on Connecticut Avenue, so I...

This is the third time this week
you've taken him out to lunch.

What're you trying to do?
Bribe him with quiche Lorraine?

- That isn't funny, Joan.
- It wasn't meant to be.

I'll see you later.

They don't take their lunch break
in there till 12:30.

We're gonna have to wait a few minutes.

You still think you'll be able
to crack that safe

without using a plastic explosive?

With this little baby along,
it'll be a lead-pipe cinch.

Ha, ha. Well...

Just in case you can't...

that should create
a nice little diversionary effort

while you blow it open.

I really wish we didn't have
to have all these explosives around.

The odds are a million to one
against this going off by itself.

Will you relax?

We got a couple of minutes
before we sneak in.

Let's go get a cup of coffee.

Mayfield's risking an awful lot
of equipment on this job.

- I wonder what he thinks he's gonna...
- Mark!

- Mark!
- Who's that?

Some broad I've been dating
for about a month.

Been trying to dump her
but she's hanging on like poison ivy.

Hi! How are you?

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman

Will you stop babbling
and keep running?

Get in there! Shut it.

What are your bosses going to say
when they find out I blew up your van?

What're you talking about, Bonnie?
You did not cause that van to explode!

Maybe not directly but, Mark, I seem
to have this talent for disasters.

I'm always right in the middle
when something terrible happens.

- Will you...
- Remember what happened

the time we went boating
on Chesapeake Bay?

I lost my balance!
It could happen to anybody.

What about that time on my couch?

Look, my back went out!
I said I was sorry!

The time we went skiing.

- The mountain just sort of fell on us.
- Look, look!

I don't want to hear this.
I don't care about this.

You guys can flap your jaws
all day long.

I'm getting out of here before
they find out what's inside that van!

See? You see this? I am a jinx!

These little pieces
of French-fried machinery

were found in a gutted van that exploded
outside of J and R Electronics today.

Have the lab boys ID'd these?

Yeah, this little item here
is a super-sensitive listening device

that, in the right hands,
could be used to crack open

even the most sophisticated
combination-lock vault.

- Like the one in J and R Electronics.
- Right.

But the important thing, Diana,

is that that listening device
is one of several that was stolen

from a government research lab
about a month ago.

Take a look at this.

Now, that's rumored to be the work
of William Mayfield.

One of the best white-collar thieves
in the business.

He specializes in rare items,
one-of-a-kind.

Like touring Inca treasures
or prototype weaponry.

Things of that nature.

I take it that no one's ever caught him
with the goods.

No one's ever caught him, period.

One of the reasons is
because he's an expert statistician.

He's obsessed
with the law of probability.

I even heard that he has
a full-time research psychologist

that he retains year-round.

You've got more gambling equipment
here, Doctor, than Atlantic City.

The other way, please.

One of my special fields
of interest, Mr. Reuben.

I did graduate work in probability
theory at Duke University.

But I've never seen anything
quite like this.

I appreciate you seeing us
on such short notice.

My association with Mr. Mayfield

has been a very fruitful one
for both of us.

I'm glad to be of...

Service.

Sorry.

Well, that's quite all right,
Ms. Murphy.

Why don't we try something
a little safer, like flipping a coin?

Ideally, the coin should come up
heads half the time

and tails the other.

Though in practice
the ratio is closer to 60-40.

But under no circumstances
is it supposed to be doing this.

I, uh...

I've heard about a coin doing that,
I've just never actually seen it before.

Well, take a good look, then.

Because the odds are a thousand-to-one
against your seeing that again soon.

Mr. Reuben, it's absolutely amazing.

I've never seen anyone
exert such influence over the odds

as your friend.

How does she do it?

One school of thought
might ascribe Bonnie's, um, gift

to the same unnatural forces
that produce poltergeists.

And still another
to electrochemical brain impulses.

Whichever it is,

she brings out the more remote
possibilities of a given situation.

In Ms. Murphy's presence,
all the lines of probability tend to...

converge.

What does that mean?

Well, it means...

She's a jinx.

Right.

- Did you get in touch with Mayfield?
- Well, sort of.

- What do you mean, "sort of?"
- It's more like he got in touch with us.

Hi.

J and R Electronics does have
something in development

big enough to warrant
Mayfield's interest.

Affirmative.
The microwave scrambler

capable of transmitting jamming signals
across a wide bandwidth.

It is conceivable that a prototype model
could cut off all telephone,

television, and radio communication

within an area of 50 square miles.

Why would a commercial electronics firm
be developing a weapon like that?

The project has been
subcontracted by the Pentagon

for possible military use.

I better take a look at it myself, then.

If Mayfield is that hot to get it,
he may make a second try.

From what you've said,
it sounds like his kind of robbery.

Tell me, Ira,

how do you make those computers
you tap into tell you what you want?

Let's just say, Diana Prince,
that my telemetry is exceptional.

Of course.

Well, I know it's hard
to accept, Mr. Mayfield,

but such things have been
well-documented through the centuries.

Bonnie Murphy can bend
probability curves.

I don't know how

or why.

I just know that she does.

Well, thank you, Doctor.
Thank you very much.

It seems your girlfriend's
a jinx after all.

Well, not professionally.
She just dabbles.

Don't be smug, Mr. Reuben.

If I did not have utter faith
in Dr. Koren's judgment,

I can assure you...

you'd be fertilizing
the continental shelf.

So,

what does this have to do
with the recovery

of $50,000 worth of stolen property?

It doesn't.

It replaces $50,000 worth
of stolen property.

You see, Bonnie is
the perfect diversionary weapon.

Whenever she becomes nervous or upset,

everything around her goes haywire.

You can imagine how easy it would be
to rob a building if, say,

there was a ten-car collision outside,
or a fire, or a flood.

What if her amazing abilities
were to backfire on us?

We keep her far enough away
from us to be safe,

but near enough to create
an interesting diversion.

All right, gentlemen.

Here you go.

Mark, um,

I don't understand any of this.

You drag me out of work, you make me
drive all the way back here.

Mark, you listening to me?
You're making me very nervous.

Whatever you do, don't be nervous.
Do you understand me now?

Don't be nervous.

You in trouble with the plumbing company
'cause I blew up your van?

Bonnie, I don't work for that company.

I work for the I.A.D.C.

- The I.A.D.C.?
- Yes.

I couldn't tell you before.
National security, you know.

But that van was part of our operation.

- And you destroyed it.
- Oh, no!

That's all right now.
I'm doing everything I can to clear you.

In a couple of minutes,

we're going to meet a few
of our agents to discuss it.

So, just relax.

Mark, what are you waiting for?

You look like you're expecting the sky
to fall in any minute or something.

- Yeah, that'd do it.
- What?

I said...

I think I spotted
some enemy agents over there.

- Where?
- Don't look, smile.

I'm going to go over and check it out.

If anything should happen,

- just don't be nervous.
- Mark!

Mark, don't leave me here!
What am I supposed to do if...

- Come on, come on.
- There it is.

They said the building
might explode.

Move along, don't panic now.

They told us
to evacuate the building.

Just keep going.
Get as far away as possible.

Mark?

Mark?

Mark!

Mark?

Mark, where are you?

Mark?

- Where's your girlfriend?
- Who cares? Let's go.

Mark, where are you?

Mark?

Mark, where are you?

Mark?

Mark!

Apparently, Mayfield's men created
the accident on the street

as a diversion.

It emptied the building long enough

for them to steal
the microwave scrambler.

The question is now...

will you hand me my coffee?

The question is now,

does Mayfield sell the device
to the black market

or does he use it
to go after bigger game?

And if so, what?

Ira's been working on that

and he's come up
with about a dozen possible targets

that fit Mayfield's pattern.

The most likely of which

- is the Declaration of Independence.
- What?

The National Archives is having
its annual housecleaning.

Each year, certain documents
like the Declaration of Independence,

the Constitution,
Treaty of Paris, and so on,

are taken from public exhibition
and transferred to a depository

where they're checked for deterioration
and other damage.

So you think
that's what Mayfield's after?

Well, if he is,

he's slipped a cog somewhere,
because the depository is protected

by more Marines
than were at Guadalcanal.

May I help you?

Yeah. I'm looking for my boyfriend.
He works here.

His name is Reuben, Mark Reuben.

I'm afraid that name
doesn't sound familiar at all.

Well, um, he's tall,
dark, very good-looking.

Honey, that description fits
half the agents in this building.

I think they breed them
for that, you know?

But Mark is special.

I'm sure if you just look in your files
you'll find his name.

I'm sorry, miss, we just don't have
anybody by that name.

But if you could give me
a little something more to go on.

Okay, all right,
he wears contact lenses.

No, that wouldn't help.

He's got a mole on his left knee.

But you wouldn't know about that,
would you? I hope.

Uh, is something wrong, Karen?

Oh, no, Ms. Prince. This young woman
is just looking for a friend.

Mark, where are you?

His name is Mark, right?

Yes. You know him? Mark Reuben.

Well, no. But I think that you
and I ought to have a little talk.

Why don't you come into my office?
Give her a badge,

and you'll have to sign for it.

Oh, okay.

"Mark Reuben."

This way. Thank you, Karen.

You were outside J and R Electronics
a few hours ago, weren't you?

Um, yeah. That's where Mark and I

were supposed to meet
the other I.A.D.C. agents.

The other agents?

Because of what I did to the van.

I didn't mean anything.

And Mark was going to try
and help me explain.

Ms. Murphy, let's get one thing clear.

I was the only I.A.D.C. agent
at that building today.

You and Mark.

Ms. Murphy, to the best of my knowledge,

there is no agent named
Mark Reuben working here.

Look, I know you people have to keep
your cover stories and all that

but I'm really getting
worried about him.

- He disappeared so suddenly...
- Ms. Murphy.

I am afraid that your boyfriend
was lying to you

when he told you
he worked for the I.A.D.C.

It wouldn't be the first time
that someone...

you know, tried
to impress his girlfriend

by telling her something like that.

You've got your nerve.

Mark would never lie to me.

- I know you're upset...
- Upset?

No, I'm not upset.
Why should I be upset?

Just because the only guy
who's ever looked sideways at me

just suddenly disappears,
and nobody will tell me where he is?

And then you come along
and you tell me that he's lying to me!

- I know...
- Is that it?

I know you're worried.

Don't patronize me, Ms. Prince.
I am not stupid.

I know Mark probably
isn't in love with me.

Maybe it isn't as important to him
as it is to me.

But people like me,
we take what we can get, you know?

And if that means
that it's someone to make dinner for,

somebody to watch TV with,

somebody to hold, then I'll take it.

And I won't give it up without a fight!

Thank you for all your help, Ms. Prince.

Ms. Murphy.

Karen, that little girl
I took into my office,

which way did she go?

She went that way like a bat out of...

Bonnie!

Mmm! Wait a minute.

You're acting like I just returned
from the dead.

You may as well have.
Mark, I was so worried about you.

You disappeared so suddenly.

Bonnie, you have to understand now.

A government agent
can't always be polite.

Mark, I just had
the most horrible experience.

I went looking for you at the I.A.D.C.

What?

They wouldn't tell me anything.

They wouldn't even admit
that they knew you.

Ms. Prince treated me like I just
fell off a turnip truck or something.

- Uh, Prince?
- Diana Prince.

Oh! Diana, yes, of course
Good woman, good woman.

She, uh...

You have to understand, Bonnie.

She couldn't be really sure
that you knew me.

I figured it was something like that.

Anyway, did you fix it
with your bosses about the van?

Oh, yeah, everything's copacetic.

Good. I'm glad that's over.

- I have an idea.
- What?

What would you say
to a nice, quiet little drive

in the country tomorrow, hmm?

I know a little place down in Virginia.

We can have
a nice, quiet picnic by ourselves.

- What do you say?
- Oh, Mark, that'd be terrific.

- Okay. I'll pick you up at around 11:00.
- Okay.

So, I told her we were going
to take a picnic in Virginia.

She'll be there if we need her.

Excellent, excellent.

You know, I had my doubts

about your Ms. Murphy's abilities
in the beginning.

But after her help in obtaining
the microwave scrambler,

I must say...

I'm impressed.

If she can prove useful
in tomorrow's operation,

then she will have more
than paid her way, so to speak.

But alas, thereafter,
for safety's sake,

we will have to surrender her
to Neil's tender mercies.

You have no objections, of course.

Uh, wha... No.

Where should we meet you?

Route 50, Arlington Boulevard.

Just before it intersects
with the Capital Beltway.

The Army truck from Sheppard Lab
will be there about 12:25.

And we shall be there at the same time
to relieve them of their cargo.

Which is?

Ah, don't be impatient, Mr. Reuben.

There'll be a general meeting
tonight at 8:00.

The full scope and detail of my plan
will be revealed to you then.

Oh, by the way, Bonnie told me
she talked to an I.A.D.C. agent.

Told her my name.
I don't know how much they know.

What was the agent's name?

Prince, Diana Prince.

- You know her?
- Yes.

One of their top agents.
And very formidable.

Well,

we can't have her
nosing around after us, can we?

You don't want me
to take care of her, do you?

We'll let Neil take care of it.
He's been a little restless lately.

And he's more expendable.

Don't press your luck.

I said I was impressed, not overwhelmed.

Looking for someone?

Hold it.

Why is it you people
always want to leave

just when the conversation
is getting started?

Who do you work for? Mayfield?

And where does he keep
his stolen goodies?

He keeps the heavy stuff
under lock and key somewhere.

All I've ever seen is
his private collection, in his office.

And it's all legal.

Well, so much for the frontal assault.

What's Mayfield's current plan?

We don't know yet.
We get it in bits and pieces.

He's gonna steal something being shipped
from Virginia to Washington tomorrow.

That's all I know. Some kind of weapon.

Where does Bonnie Murphy fit into this?

She's a jinx.

She's a what?

A jinx? Come on.
Wonder Woman must have been kidding.

I know it sounds crazy, Steve,
but there are theories to prove it.

Apparently, this Murphy girl
attracts accidents like a magnet.

Like the way that car
rammed into the propane truck

in front of J and R Electronics

and the way that picture
sort of just popped off the wall

when Bonnie got upset.

I suppose Mayfield is too intrigued
with the theory of probability

for us to discount the idea.

What did Wonder Woman do with the guy
that she got all this information from?

Before she let him go,

she used her lasso to make him
forget their conversation

and also to make him believe that he had
indeed killed me, as he planned.

It looks like the only way
we're going to get anything on Mayfield

is to catch him red-handed.

Which means letting him proceed
with his robbery tomorrow.

Now, gentlemen, this is the depository
where, each year,

certain documents are kept
while being examined for damages.

The Constitution,
the Declaration of Independence,

the Bill of Rights.

All irreplaceable items.

The place is a virtual fortress,
guarded by dozens of Marines,

veritably impregnable.

Under normal circumstances.

This is the device
that we'll be after tomorrow.

It's a prototype model
of an electrical disruptor

that can project
an electromagnetic field

that is capable of short-circuiting
any machine

whether it's an automobile engine

or all the way
to an electrical power plant.

Now, tomorrow night,
once we have obtained this device,

we shall incapacitate the main generator
of the Potomac Generating Station,

thereby plunging
the entire city of Washington

into darkness, gentlemen.

After that, we will use the microwave
scrambler to cut off all communication.

Telephones, televisions, radios,

even the armed forces' walkie-talkies.

The city will be paralyzed.

And the Army, the National Guard,
the local enforcements,

they will have their hands full,
gentlemen.

Now,

the blackout will effectively
cut off the depository

from the rest of the world.

And once we have neutralized
the Marine guards,

there will be no place
where they can draw reinforcements.

And, my friends,

the depository,
and its entire contents

of American historical documents,
will be mine!

Mine for the taking.

Gentlemen, tomorrow night
will become famous,

or should we say, "infamous,"

as the night the lights went out
all over Washington.

I made tuna fish sandwiches.
I hope that's okay.

Fine, Bonnie, fine.

They're leaving now, Steve.
I'm following.

Yeah, we got you, Di.

All right, we'll pick up their trail
right after they leave the city.

Where's the truck?

Leave it to the government to be late.

Just relax, will you?
We're not supposed to do anything

till Mark shows up
with Calamity Jane, anyway.

This looks nice, Mark.
Why don't we stop here?

Uh, well, I know a little better spot
just a little ways down the road.

Oh, okay.

Okay.

Is, uh... Is something wrong?

I don't know. That car has been
pacing us for the last ten minutes.

Don't look around.

You don't think that, uh...

That it's the other side, do you?

Could be, Bonnie, could be.

I'm turning off now, Steve.
He's all yours.

Thanks, Diana.
We've got another car coming.

As soon as they make their move,
we're going to close in. Let's go.

Gone now.

I guess we're both just a little jumpy.

Maybe.

Caldwell, this is Trevor.

We're following Reuben's car
heading west on Route 50

about a mile from the Capital Beltway.

Here comes our little
bad-luck charm now. Let's go.

This is Trevor.

They've just picked up another tail,
must be one of their accomplices.

Tell you what,
we're going to lay back a little,

give them a chance to pull off
their hijack before we move in.

Oh, my lord, Mark!

I think there's been
some kind of accident.

Don't you touch that!

All right.

Now, you fellows do exactly what I say
and nobody will get hurt.

Now, you hit the ground.

Head to toes. Hit the ground!
Head to toes, turn around!

Hundred push-ups. Let's go.

- Hut one, hut two, hut three...
- What are you doing?

They looked kind of stupid
standing there with their hands up...

Are you out of your mind?

When I was in the Army, these kind
of guys made me do push-ups

so I thought I could get back now
and have them do some push-ups.

Yeah, well, we're here
for something else.

You guys, let's go. Ready? And one.

Get your push-ups going, let's go!

Will you... Wait till I...

Hut one, hut two.

Hut one, hut two.

We heard tires screeching,
we thought at we'd come down...

All right, hold it right there!

Stand behind me, Bonnie.

Mark, no wonder things haven't
been going well for you lately.

That's your friend Bob.

Now, knock off the conversation.

If you two keep your mouths shut,

you might just live
to see another sunset.

You won't get away with this, Bob.
The I.A.D.C. doesn't forget traitors.

Right there, drop your weapons.

Bonnie, listen, I'm sorry
I got you into this.

Because now, we're both going to die

and I'll never have a chance to tell you
how much you mean to me.

All right, drop the gun slowly.

All right, freeze!
All right, Wonder Woman.

All right!

One more move, and she buys the farm.

- You wouldn't shoot your own girlfriend.
- Try me.

Mark, I thought we were
on the right side.

Shut up. All right, we're going
to the truck. Neil, Bob!

I'm well-aware that you could catch up
to us without working up a sweat

but you do, and she dies.

Not even you are fast enough
to stop that, are you?

Man, it was great the way you stood up
to Wonder Woman like that.

I would've lost my lunch.

Nothing to it, if you've got the nerve.

Well, if this little sucker doesn't
get us back on Mayfield's good side,

I don't know what will.

You wouldn't think
something this small

could black out an entire city,
would you?

Size doesn't mean
anything in electronics.

What are you looking at?

You never cared about me
at all, did you?

All you wanted to do was to use me.

I trusted you.

I've been dumped on so many times

that I thought I would never
trust anybody again.

But I trusted you.

Stop whining, will you, please?

Rotten, no-good, lying...

Bonnie!

Bonnie!

Will you forget about it?

Let's just fix the tire
and get out of here. Let her go.

Found the Army truck,
about a mile from where it was stolen.

But there's no sign of Mark
or the disruptor.

You sure you can't think of anything

that might give us a clue
as to where they went?

No.

I've been trying
to remember for hours

but all I can think of
is what Mark said before I escaped.

How he did his big job tonight.

He didn't say anything else.

I'm sorry, Col. Trevor.

Call me Steve.

Steve.

Tell me, how long have you
had this talent of yours?

All my life.

When I was five, my parents
wanted me to enter nursery school.

I cried and cried, they finally had
to force me into the car.

Then on the way to school,
we rear-ended a truck.

Happened every day for the next week.

They finally gave up.

I didn't enter school till kindergarten.

- Bonnie, that doesn't mean that you...
- Wait.

The first time I went to a dentist,

the poor guy slammed a door
on his finger

and broke it in two places.

My first date took me
roller skating on Long Island.

I don't even want to think
about what happened to him.

I guess I'm used to it now, you know.
I just expect it.

There, you see? That's the trouble.

You expect bad luck
so that's all you get.

No, no. It's the odds.
It's nothing I control.

I do something weird with the odds.

Bonnie, the odds can work both ways,
good or bad.

Maybe if you felt a little better
about your life...

No.

No, it's no use.

I'm a jinx.

Come on, Bonnie, cut it out.

You're much too pretty of a girl

to go through life playing
cat's-cradle with your fingers.

- You mean that?
- Yes, I do.

I just talked to the police.
There is still no sign of...

I can come back later.

It's getting late, Diana.
I'll hold down the fort.

Why don' t you go home
before it's too dark?

I think that's a good idea.

Dark! That's it!

- What's it?
- What?

In the truck.

They were moving that disruptor thing,

and Mark's friend said
something about,

"It's awfully small
to black out an entire city."

- Black out a city? Washington?
- He could do it.

He could use the disruptor
to short-circuit the main generator

on the Potomac River.

Steve, that's crazy! A blackout
could cause riots and looting,

hospitals shutting down.

People could die.

All just so Mayfield can steal
those documents.

I'll get a security team
to the depository right a...

Diana, maybe we ought to...

Diana?

Neil, listen to me very carefully.

Short circuiting an electrical generator

is not exactly like, well,
blowing out a candle.

There are backup systems,
fail-safe devices,

and I'm sure your associates
are putting them out one by one.

I will be waiting three blocks away.

Now, since this is going to cut off
all radio communication,

there will be no contact
until you return with the documents.

Gentlemen, good luck.

End of step one.

At least our emergency generators
are operating.

Too bad the whole city of Washington
doesn't have one.

Hello, Lou. I need a contingent
at the K Street depository.

Hello?

Darn. The phone's dead.

I wonder...

The television is out, too.

Mayfield must be jamming
all the television

and telephone transmissions
with the microwave scrambler.

Guess I'll have to round up
as many agents as I can

- right here in the building.
- Steve, let me come with you.

Bonnie, I can't let you do that.

Why not?

Are you afraid I'll jinx you?

You win. Come on.

Okay, let's hit it.

Well, if you two
aren't good friends by now,

you will be by the time
they get you out of this.

The lights are on.
Are you responsible for that?

I don't think so.

Well, stick around,
you may be our good-luck charm.

Mark, the lights.

- What about them?
- They're back on.

Right.

Oh, terrific. Terrific!

By the time I get this open,
everybody and their brother'll be here.

- Come on, let's get out of here.
- What about the documents? Mayfield?

Mayfield can stick
the documents up his nose.

I'm not about to get caught in here
with a bunch of trigger-happy Marines.

Come on!

Freeze, I.A.D.C.!

- Wonder Woman, wait.
- Bonnie!

I knew you wouldn't let
anything happen to me!

No, of course not.

Bonnie!

I wanted to do it myself.

Any sign of Mayfield?

No such luck.
Soon as the lights went on,

he probably caught
the first plane to Brazil.

Well, he might. But Mayfield isn't
an ordinary thief, he's a collector.

One of his hoods told me earlier

that he's got
a private collection in his office.

Right there.

You know, you're a very unique
sort of a thief, Mr. Mayfield.

I think people ought to get
a chance to see

what kind of a man
would black out an entire city

to satisfy his own personal obsession.

How about if we run a tour through here
once or twice a week.

Would you like that?

That ought to keep you.
You'll be safe here.

Oh, one thing, Bonnie.

Steve tells me hat when Mark pulled
his gun on you down at the depository,

it didn't fire.

Does this mean that you're beginning
to deliver good luck?

Who knows?

Maybe now that I'm feeling
a little bit better about myself,

maybe the odds will turn up
a little more even.

Some good, some bad.

That's all anyone can ask
out of life, right?

I don't know about you two,
but I'm starving.

Anybody interested in finding
an all-night steak house?

Well, thanks but no thanks.

I'm going home and sleep until noon.

How about you, Bonnie?
Want to have a late dinner with me?

- Oh, I'd love to.
- Great!

Good night, Diana.
We'll see you tomorrow.

Right, Steve. Take care, Bonnie.

And I've got a feeling that your luck

is definitely taking a turn
for the better.

Well,

keep working on it.

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman