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Thank you.

( phone ringing )

Hello?

Yes. A few minutes ago.

No, there wasn't any first class on that flight.

( sighs )

What do you mean, "prima donna"?

I'm the best.

Right.

You bet I fly first class.

Yeah. I got the pictures,

but those people are your problems.

The deal is you take care of your end

and I'll take care of mine, and everybody will be happy.

In other words, I don't move until that Prince woman

is eliminated.

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( thunderclap )

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Plotkin?

Right.

All right, what is this information

that's supposed to be so vital to the I.A.D.C.?

Not here. Follow me.

( whinnying )

Get her. We got to waste her.

( thunderclap )

( horses whinnying )

( horses galloping off )

( chambers round )

( rustling )

What'd you do that for? I didn't mean you any harm.

You call this harmless?

So I lied.

Why were you setting up Diana Prince?

Money.

( sighs )

Well, I hoped you saved it.

This is your rainy day.

Well, whoever this Plotkin character is,

his personal effects sure don't tell us much.

Looks like he was a no-good drifter

who'd sell his mother for a buck.

Wonder Woman used her lasso

but all he could tell her was that, uh,

he was hired by the other two to help take me out.

And the other two?

Got away.

Yeah.

What do you make of this?

I found it in his wallet.

"Sir:

"This will confirm demolition of Cari as requested.

"My people will move on their respective assignments

"with all due speed.

Completion guaranteed before 9:30 a.m., 26th, W.N."

Demolition? Sounds more like

they're talking about murder to me.

The 26th is tomorrow.

And you must have been

one of their respective assignments.

And whoever C-A-R-I stands for is the prime target.

W.N.

Woodward Nightingale?

Nightingale.

He never makes a contract

unless someone's talking at least six digits.

Well, this is certainly his style.

For once, we'd have a chance to be one up on him.

If we can figure out who the prime target is.

Mmm. Cari-- C-A-R-I.

Steve.

That big industrialist

who's in Washington for the trade meetings.

Uh, Carlo In...

Indrezzano!

Yeah. It fits. Indrezzano.

He'd certainly qualify for a Nightingale assassination.

Let me see, what'd I do with that?

Yeah. Here it is.

His full name is Carlo Amadeo Ricardo Indrezzano.

So, his initials are C-A-R-I.

Well, sounds like I better get myself ready

for a watchdog assignment.

Yeah. Oh, Diana?

I understand Indrezzano has quite a reputation

for being a swinger.

That's what I'm preparing for.

( chuckling )

All right, but be careful.

You've already been set up once.

Yeah. Gotcha.

WOMAN: Our swimwear for this week

reflects both new, and traditional design

utilizing many of the exciting today fabrics...

I wouldn't be too concerned, Carlo.

Two million bushels of wheat lost to mildew

and I shouldn't be too concerned?

It was unavoidable.

Besides, it means that we get a better price

for the remaining ten million bushels.

Yes.

Of course.

Ah! Yes. Uh...

I want, uh, two...

of that one.

I wouldn't want to slight my friends here.

Your sense of perspective has not diminished

in all the 14 years we've been partners, Marius.

Where I lose sight of things, you do not.

That is why we are where we are.

Has the oil company changed its mind

about our offer?

Not yet.

But it will.

Exactly.

Oh, get me the, uh

the Prince woman.

I suppose it's about time that I returned her call.

The I.A.D.C. has insisted that one of their agents

guard me.

I suppose the least I can do is take her to lunch.

I mean, to preserve my image.

They've assigned a woman.

Yes.

Well, I can imagine what she looks like.

I'm afraid I can, too. Probably, uh...

stout, uh, squat, and beetle-browed.

With a mustache.

No doubt.

Now, that's, uh...

probably what my bodyguard will look like.

( chuckling )

( beeping )

Hiya, Violet.

Say hello to Beamer.

He's going to be working with us.

Hi.

Hi.

Hey, how's the typing?

Don't ask.

( chuckling )

Violet used to be our number one hit lady.

Hit person.

Oh.

And I'm thinking seriously

of getting back into the business.

Well, just for one day.

To find whoever it was who said that women were cut out for...

office work.

( laughing )

Hey, listen, I think Mr. Nightingale is expecting us.

( buzzing ) Right.

You gentlemen are not going to be wanting any coffee, are you?

Oh, no, no.

That's good.

The price I quoted was for three.

Well, if you want four, it'll cost you more.

If that's your attitude,

I suggest you seek assistance elsewhere.

I don't do business with chiselers.

Wow. Hey, this place is a trip.

Yeah. It's kind of his personal memory lane.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, murder through the centuries.

The state taught him how to be an executioner.

Then they stopped capital punishment

and the only thing he knows how to do is kill.

Negotiations on that point are out of the question.

Half of the money in front the balance on delivery.

Otherwise, we have no deal.

Hey, these pictures.

Oh, those are just some of his victims.

That's for the next one.

Then you agree to those terms?

Good.

Four it is.

You'll have a confirmation by wire.

Mr. Nightingale, this is Eldon Beamer.

He's from St. Louis.

Mr. Beamer.

Eldon.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Beamer,

but I prefer to keep things on a more formal basis.

Mr. Krug has told me something about you.

He says you have a knack for my line of work.

Well, that's nice of you to say, Mr. Nightingale.

I didn't say it, Mr. Beamer.

This idiot did.

Oh, Mr. Nightingale...

Shut up.

You botched

your assignment, Mr. Krug.

There's nothing more to be said.

Except...

that it won't happen again.

Dedication

accuracy...

pride in one's work--

that's what I look for, what I demand from my people.

Of course, not everyone

has my special aptitude for execution.

My, uh... flair for neatness, my precision.

No, no. That takes years of training.

In my case, conveniently paid for by the state.

In your case,

I am not paying you to be trainees.

I'm paying you to do a professional job,

which this morning, you failed to do.

Look, we had Diana Prince, but Wonder Woman showed up.

That agent must be neutralized

before Mr. Starker will undertake his assignment.

That's our arrangement.

Okay. Okay. We'll get her, I promise.

Wonder Woman or no Wonder Woman.

Good.

Let's not hesitate to make that "no Wonder Woman," shall we?

Yes?

Uh, we're here to repair the carpet.

My carpet? I was not aware that...

Here's the order.

Well, all right.

You will be finished by lunchtime?

Oh, don't worry, sir.

We'll be through in an hour.

( saw whirring )

( piano playing softly )

Madame or mademoiselle?

Miss. Miss Prince.

Is there a Mr. Indrezzano here?

But of course. Follow me, please.

Signor Indrezzano,

your luncheon companion, Miss Prince.

Thank you.

Are you going to eat standing, Mr. Indrezzano?

You are... Diana Prince?

You were expecting me?

( sighs )

Indeed, no. I was expecting a...

( sighs )

Never mind what I was expecting, Diana.

What I found was... love.

( slight chuckle )

Mr. Indrezzano...

Uh-uh... Carlo, please.

Carlo, I must say that you are

everything I expected.

With you as my bodyguard

I shall remain, uh, eternally in danger.

You don't look

like a government agent.

I left my trench coat in the cleaners.

Oh, then I shall have to keep you out of the trenches.

Definitely.

Are you ready to order, Signor?

I'm ready for anything.

I'm hungry.

The wine list, please.

I'm supposed to be watching you, remember?

( chuckles )

( ringing )

Hello?

Well, I'm just fine, and you?

I just wanted to get a situation report, Mr. Starker.

Time's getting short. My client's getting anxious.

Well, so am I, but there's still Diana Prince.

A mere detail...

one which will be taken care of within the hour.

That's the same thing I heard yesterday.

Ah, now what about this other mere detail?

Call me at 3:30.

The information you require will be here by then.

Just remember: I don't move until you chill Diana Prince.

Stop making excuses, Mr. Starker,

and concentrate on your end of the arrangement.

I've paid your price.

You've got a customer to satisfy.

What is he, standing right there beside you so you can look good?

No, that's all. Don't fail to call me at 3:30.

Put him on, Nightingale.

I'll set him straight about your business operations.

Until this afternoon.

I'm going to tell him who does all the work...

hello?

You see? Everything's fine, just as I said.

Well, I'm not paying you $1 million

to watch you play businessman.

Results. I want results.

I'm telling you,

your order will be filled by 9:30 tomorrow morning.

Hmm. It better be...

...or it will be my head in the basket.

( chuckles )

You better not let your shrimp go to waste.

Eating would mean having to take my eyes off of you.

I know.

I never dreamed that they would

provide me with such an...

exquisite escort.

I'd rather you didn't regard me as your escort.

Your life is in danger.

I'm here on business.

Nonsense.

For me, a beautiful woman can mean only pleasure...

romance...

( clattering )

Oh, I'm... I'm sorry.

I'll put cold water on it.

I-I'm sorry. Here.

It's all right.

Let's just look on the bright side;

you can finish your shrimp now.

( sighs )

Just a moment, please.

Pardon, signor Indrezzano.

There is a phone call for Miss Prince.

Oh, she, uh... stepped away.

I'll take the call.

Certainly. Over there.

Thank you.

( groaning, sputtering )

This isn't Diana Prince.

Yeah. Let's take him for bait, anyway.

( muffled yelling )

Excuse me?

Where is Mr. Indrezzano?

Miss Prince, he is taking a phone call for you.

Where?

At the public phone over there.

( dial tone )

( thunderclap )

( tires screeching )

Are you all right?

( panting )

What happened?

Let's just say that we just cheated

the jaws of death out of a meal.

You mean... you saved me?

Yes.

That's impossible.

It's ridiculous.

You're a woman.

I have been told that once or twice.

Now, you're sure you're all right?

Yes.

But I'd better get back to...

the lady I was having lunch with.

She'll never believe this.

Perfect.

Perfect, Violet Louise...

except you spelled "sincerely" backwards again.

I warned you, Woody,

I am not cut out for this kind of work.

I'd much rather...

No, that's all behind you now.

If anyone ever deserved retirement, it was you.

Some retirement. This is torture.

Oh, oh... not entirely, woody.

( phone ringing )

Hello?

It's for you.

Starker.

It's 3:30.

Where's the information?

Listen carefully.

Her name is Major Anita Finley.

That is correct. Finley.

She will be driving an official army car, green.

License plate G-1-0-8

2-1-3-5.

Of course.

I always get the job done neatly, professionally.

We shall see.

In the meantime, Mr. Starker, whatever your opinion of me

do not fail.

Sounds like I should've assigned Diana Prince

to protect Diana Prince.

Well, if Diana's initials were C-A-R-I, it might make sense.

Yet, if Carlo was the target

they could've killed him at the restaurant.

And they didn't. Yeah.

Why do we keep coming up with questions instead of answers?

I am more than prepared to tell you why.

I was talking with Eve.

But since you're all warmed up,

Ira, we have reason to believe that somebody put a contract out

on Carlo Indrezzano.

Indrezzano, Carlo Amadeo Ricardo:

International industrialist.

Net worth: $2 billion

and rising.

Can you tell us who might want to see him dead?

Affirmative, if you have approximately

one hour and 40 minutes to kill, as it were.

What did we ever do to his programmers to deserve this?

All right, Ira.

So a lot of people would like him dead.

How about his associates, friends, relatives--

people close to him?

Marius Macropolis is his closest associate.

They are partners.

Can you tell us any more about him?

Macropolis, Marius:

Business tactics highly effective and highly unorthodox.

Rumored to be solely responsible

for the stock market panic of 1959,

causing the collapse of four of the world's largest banks.

Boy, no wonder Carlo wanted to keep him in the background.

Marius could be the one who arranged the hit.

He could certainly afford Nightingale's prices.

Yeah, but Marius lacks a motive

and that doesn't explain the attack on Diana.

Is that all the help you can give us, Ira?

If that is all the help you can give me.

Thanks a lot.

You know, it kind of makes you wish

that his programmers did have those initials.

Amen.

Major Finley?

Yes. Oh, hi.

I'm Phil Murray.

Steve Trevor asked me to greet you

and show you to your parking space.

Oh, how very thoughtful.

Major Trevor must be as nice as I've heard he is.

Oh, nicer. You'll like him a lot.

Just go down to the end and turn to the right

you'll find a parking space over there.

Okay. Thank you.

( intercom buzzing )

Yes?

Steve, Major Anita Finley is here.

She's the new engineering officer.

Thank you, Eve. Send her in.

You can go right in.

Welcome to Washington, Major.

I hope your stay at the I.A.D.C. is pleasant.

I'm looking forward to it, Major Trevor.

How wonderful it is, Diana, that my life is in danger

and is receiving such, uh, beautiful protection.

I think you'd probably change your mind

if you saw me in a trench coat.

Nothing could make me change my mind about you.

Well, thank you for a very lovely evening.

Good night.

Good night? But the best part of the evening is still ahead.

That's right. The part where I go to sleep.

Are you refusing me?

Mm-hmm.

( laughs )

What an amusing girl you are.

( clears throat )

INDREZZANO: Who's that?

That is James Dernier.

He's my replacement for the rest of the evening.

You'll like him.

He looks great in a trench coat.

Good night.

Wait.

I'll pick you up here at 8:45 in the morning.

We'll play tennis and then have breakfast.

Make it 9:45, my office, no breakfast

and we got a deal.

Good night. Splendid.

Uh...

thanks again.

Thank you...

lovely lady.

TREVOR: A little more coffee, Major?

No more, thank you.

( knocking )

Come in. Oh, these are the plans

for the building you asked for.

Here, Corporal, I'll sign for them.

Let me take a look here...

got the plans for the duct work

wiring diagram, masonry specs.

That's it.

There you are, Corporal. Thank you.

And there you are, Major.

Wonderful.

Well...

thanks for the hospitality, Steve,

but I think I'd better get to work.

It's a shame you've to start work so late.

Well, it's the only way we're going to get things done in time.

Good night, Steve.

( door quietly opening )

You were on your way

to see Woodward Nightingale, weren't you?

Yes. How do I get to him?

Through there. Pull the light bulb.

His office is downstairs.

Thank you.

Come over here.

Get in.

You will remain immobile until the police come for you.

Have you an appointment?

( alarm bell ringing )

That's hardly the way to treat a walk-in customer.

That's hardly the way to treat my receptionist.

I could've stopped her, Woody, if I'd been wearing my gun.

That's perfectly all right, Violet Louise.

Woodward Nightingale...

cage and all.

What you've left of it.

Please, come in.

We'll have a chat.

There's really nothing to chat about.

I'm afraid you've drawn up your last contract, Nightingale.

What a pity.

My brilliant career over, just like that.

You should've ended that career

when you were laid off your job

as, uh, executioner.

And let all that knowledge go to waste?

Why, that would have been criminal.

Just tell me who

the latest person is scheduled for demolition.

All in due time, Wonder Woman.

A picture of that unfortunate person

will grace that empty frame.

I'm really interested in your gallery of victims.

But you ought to be interested in this one.

It is... it has, for quite some time

been intended for you.

( gunshot )

Come on.

Now that we've all had our fun

the games are over.

Who is supposed to be hit?

I...

All right.

You have me.

But at least I have the satisfaction of knowing

you will be unable to prevent my latest

and greatest victim from

getting its just reward.

"Its"?

What are you talking about?

Marius Macropolis hired me.

Right.

To kill Carlo Indrezzano.

Wrong.

Come on. We know it's someone with the initials C-A-R-I.

( chuckles )

No, no, my dear.

You see...

you see, my reluctant secretary,

Violet Louise,

suffers from a form of dyslexia.

She... she frequently spells things backwards.

Backwards?

Irac? You're hired to destroy a computer?

For $1 million.

Why?

Like many of my victims, it knew too much.

It was inadvertently programmed with information

which would've exposed a plot to ruin Carlo

and leave Marius in control of their business empire.

The computer would've revealed Marius' plot

at its regular readout on Thursday morning the 26th

at 9:30.

That's this morning.

Correct.

( ticking )

Who did you hire to make the hit?

A man named Starker,

Knowing his name will do you no good.

He's a master of disguise.

That's right, Wonder Woman--

only four minutes,

and when you broke through my security doors

you destroyed all our telephone lines.

Do you know how far we are from Washington?

I'd say about 40 miles.

47, to be exact.

This ought to hold your wings for awhile...

It is you who needs wings, Wonder Woman.

You have four minutes

to travel 47 miles.

Only four minutes

and counting.

( chuckling )

I bet you never see her behind a typewriter.

Miss Prince doesn't seem

to be in the building just now, sir.

Perhaps you'd like to wait over there for her.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Steve. You've all got to stay out.

Steve, I want you to clear the area

and shut this door behind me.

Get back, everyone!

( ticking )

( ticking )

( buzzing )

Good morning.

Please stand by for my 0930 readout.

The areas of concern today are: Foreign and domestic security

military operations in the European sector...

Whoa! Here. Allow me.

It's all right.

I insist, I insist.

You know, major, you really ought to change your hairstyle.

Something like this.

Gentlemen.

And we found the real Major Finley

in the trunk of her car--

a little stiff, but okay.

Well, that's good.

Uh, I take it Marius

Macropolis did not enjoy IRA's 9:30 readout.

No.

How could my partner--

my good friend-- do such a thing?

It has to do with greed, Carlo.

Sometimes you can't trust even your friends.

Carlo...

you seen a doctor about that shiner?

Hmm. It's nothing.

I, uh, bumped into a door.

I know.

But don't feel too badly.

I was fooled myself.

I was not fooled,

not even for a moment.

Would you have captured

that dangerous assassin

had I not risked my very life?

Of course not, Carlo.

We are very grateful.

Oh, I want no, uh, publicity, please.

Bravery is its own reward.

Mmm.

I would like to express my gratitude

to, uh... Wonder Woman.

Would you give her, uh... this for me, please?

That's very generous of you, but I don't think she'd take it.

Besides, we never know when she's going to be around again.

Oh.

Well, in that case,

uh...

I'd like you to have it.

Take it. It's yours.

Take it.

( laughing )

That's very nice of you, Carlo, but I can't take it, either.

Thanks, anyway.

I-I-I don't believe it.

For the first time,

I can't even give a diamond away.

Well, we've, um, all seen

enough shiny things for one day.

( laughing )

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