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- Have you had enough?
- I guess table tennis is just my racket.

You have a way with words.

I've gotta go.

I've got a new photojournalist
coming in this morning.

Sgt. Diana Prince.

She must be good.
Transferred from the Pentagon, no less.

In that case, it won't do for you
to be late and set a bad example.

I'll tell her I was unavoidably detained...

by the most attractive man
in the United States Air Force.

You have incredibly good taste.

Maj. Cornell. Paging Maj. Cornell.

Maj. Cornell.

- Mary had a little lamb.
- Its fleece was white as snow.

Is the snow falling, Major?

The snow is falling.

Good.

Here are your instructions.

Alan, what's the matter?

Where are you going?

Staff Sgt. Prince, Diana
reporting for duty, sir.

Your orders, Sergeant?

- A photojournalist, Sgt. Prince?
- Yes, sir.

You are assigned
to the Public Information Office.

- You know this base is on Yellow Alert?
- Yes, sir.

- What's in the bag, Sergeant?
- Photographic equipment, sir.

Open it, please.

Since you're new,
let me give you a word of warning.

Yellow Alert on this base
means security comes first.

- Remember that when you're on duty.
- Yes, sir.

Capt. Colby's office is
the first door on the left.

I suggest you report there at once.

- This is Catamaran, come in.
- This is Collector.

- Are you safely at anchor?
- Affirmative. Awaiting instructions.

Roger.
Switch to IADC Scrambler Channel 110.

All further transmissions on that channel.

Switching now.

Now receiving on 110.

Here's the situation up to now.

As you know, San Remo is the hub
of a vital defense region.

I've had agents working undercover
at all of the three other regional bases.

Norris, McKinley and Lansdale.

They've all reported
incidents of sabotage activity.

It doesn't strike you little curious
that San Remo has been left untouched?

It sure does. That's why you're there now.

I've asked the base commander
to put the base on Yellow Alert...

standby to go to Red.

What you're saying is, you think
San Remo is next in line for sabotage?

We both know our whole national space
effort rests with the success of the Z-400.

With the test flight scheduled
for tomorrow, Washington to San Remo...

our security performance
becomes very critical.

Well, the cover you provided gives me
access to almost every area on the base.

I'll keep my eyes wide open.

- I'll be landing at the base shortly.
- As Steve Trevor?

Well, as Lt. Col. Steve Trevor...

on temporary duty to San Remo
from Systems Command Headquarters.

Well, congratulations.
You finally got a promotion.

Yeah, they don't cut my hair.

I have to break transmission, Steve.

I'll be touching doWn in practically
45 minutes. Contact me then.

All right.

- What were you doing in there, Sergeant?
- I was loading my camera, sir.

- I heard voices.
- Voices?

That must've been me singing.

I had to figure some new words for songs.

There are regulations
covering insubordination.

It's not unknown for a girl
to wind up in the guardhouse.

- What's going on here?
- Checking the security of your section.

It sounded more
like you were pulling rank, Lieutenant.

Sergeant, if you're who I think you are,
you've just had a long trip.

Yes, I have.

Welcome to the San Remo
Public Information Office, Sgt. Prince.

Thank you.

I think you can go now, Lieutenant.

Just one moment.

You see these tracks on my shoulder?

That shows that I'm a Captain,
and you're a Second Lieutenant.

I think you'd better learn
to recognize the difference, Lieutenant.

That's all.

With the kind of day I've had,
that bit of comic relief was welcome.

He goes a bit too far.

Well, with this Yellow Alert,
I think it's understandable.

The first thing is to get you settled in.

I got you a room at the NCO quarters.

And your first assignment
should be a lot of fun.

The Hull City Howlers, the rock group
are performing at the base tonight.

And you'll be covering their arrival
and the concert.

- May I take that for you?
- Thank you, Captain.

In this section,
we don't stand too much on formality.

- Just call me sir.
- All right, sir. After you.

No. After you.

- Good enough. Pretty good.
- Nice place you guys got here.

- All right, Mitch.
- All right. Take care.

- This bus is...
- Yeah. Far out. Everyone says that.

Couldn't have put it better myself.

- Mind if I take a picture inside?
- Sure. Come into my parlor.

I'll give you the tour.

Speak.

You said you wanted to know
if anything unusual happened.

I picked up an unauthorized transmission.

Before it was scrambled,
the IADC was mentioned.

IADC?

Did you decode any of the transmission?

No, but I did pinpoint the receiver.

Take a look
at your visitor with the camera. It's her.

Her name is Diana Prince.

Thank you, Major.

Now you will wake up...

and not remember
any conversation since this morning.

- Yeah. Listen. Thanks again.
- All right. Good. Look forward to it.

- Bye.
- Bye.

I see you're finding your way
around the base.

Yes, thank you, Lieutenant.

I suppose you thought that little scene
in Public Information was pretty funny.

No, sir. I didn't.

And you've been given
a top level clearance...

that gives you the run of the base.

Unusual for a newly arrived sergeant,
isn't it?

Why don't you ask
Capt. Colby about that, sir?

Do you mind if I take your picture?

Hold this for me.

Smile.

Thank you, sir.

Harmless-looking little sergeant.

And she's very pretty.

It's almost a pity you'll have to kill her.

Sergeant.

Sgt. Prince.

There's something in here
you should have a picture of.

Lieutenant?

Sorry to disappoint you, Sergeant.

All right.

Now it's time for a little chat.
Why were you attacking Diana Prince?

When the snow falls, I must obey.

When the snow falls?

What are you talking about?
It must be 80 degrees outside.

Where do you get your weather reports?

When the snow falls, I must obey.

You're sure
there's nothing else you wanna say?

I know. When the snow falls.

- What am I doing here?
- I'm glad something rang a bell with you.

- What am I doing here?
- You really don't know, do you?

No.

Well, that's what
the Air Police are gonna wanna find out.

They're on their way here now.

Steve, I hate to spoil your arrival
with this kind of news...

but someone knows I'm an IADC agent
and wants me out of the way.

When the snow falls, I must obey.

You say you have no idea who the guys
were who tried to take you out?

It's very strange. The one seemed
to be either drugged or hypnotized.

He had no idea what he was doing
on the base. Claimed to be from Idaho.

According to Washington, his story
checked out with the police there.

Seems that he's an airman
who's been AWOL for a week.

But the thing that bothers me the most...

is that he's from one of the bases
in Idaho that's been sabotaged.

You're thinking it's an attempt
to imperil the whole Z-400 program?

Right.

It's certainly a possibility.

The flight will test its ability
to escape surveillance.

It's a laser shield system.

Now, if anything goes wrong,
it'll set the program back five years.

I can't help thinking...

what if the real purpose of the sabotage
at those other bases...

was to switch the Z-400's landing
to San Remo?

- Diana, are you in there?
- Just a minute.

I have to break transmission, Steve.

Come on in.

Just ran off my first batch of prints.

- Diana, these are good.
- You like them?

Every newspaper in town
is gonna want them.

Thank you.

The Howlers are rehearsing
at the Service Club.

I think there'd be
some good shots there for you.

- Let's go.
- Okay.

Good.

Diana, I'd like you to meet my fianc�,
Maj. Alan Cornell.

Nice to meet you, Major.

I'm delighted.
I hear you're a wiz with a camera.

Why don't I get a picture
of you and your gorgeous fianc�e?

- What do you say, Alan?
- Terrific.

Let me see.

Wanna use them as a background?

Nice stuff.

Smile.

Alan, where are you going?

Was it something I said?

- Is there something wrong with him?
- I don't know.

That's the second time he's done that.

First time he didn't even realize
he'd driven off without me.

I'd better go find him.

If you need me,
I'll be here or back at the station.

Thanks.

When the snow falls, I must obey.

Perhaps you might find
one of these useful, Sergeant?

Thank you.

Of course, the photography might not
be up to your standards.

- It's just fine, Mr...
- Dante. Edmund Dante.

I'm the group's manager.

I'm Sgt. Diana Prince.
I'm with the Public Information Office.

I see.

Mitch, when you have a minute.
Thank you.

- This is Sgt. Diana Prince.
- We've already met before.

Hello. Glad you could make it.

I think the young lady would enjoy
hearing more about the Hull City Howlers.

- Can you fill her in?
- Be my pleasure.

And spare no details.

She strikes me as someone
who possesses a very inquisitive nature.

- It was nice meeting you, Mr. Dante.
- A pleasure meeting you.

You know, you've got be
the prettiest sergeant in the Air Force.

You know that?

Thank you, kind sir.

I bet you say that to all the sergeants
on all the bases. Right?

No. I'm serious.

Listen. We've played all the bases around.

Norris. McKinley. Lansdale.
You name it. But you...

- You really lead the field.
- You have played all those bases?

We have done more traveling
in the last couple of weeks...

than most bands do in a year.

Who decides
which bases you play and when?

Edmund Dante. The guy you just met.
He sets up everything for us.

You dropped in unexpectedly, Major.
But your timing was perfect.

Something must have set you off,
which means you're out of control.

And when one is out of control,
one is expendable.

We need diversion.

Something to place suspicion
squarely on someone else.

Major.

I'm going to give you a small, illegal task,
and like George Washington of old...

you will admit your guilt.

Right here. There you go.

Now let's have one serious picture. Okay?

Come on. Smile.

Your mothers will love it.

I think that's about it.

Sure you got enough?

Two rolls of film. I'm sure it's enough.

That's just probably
some kind of drill or something.

Listen. I was thinking maybe-

Listen. Thanks, Mitch. Talk to you later.

What happened?

It's Maj. Cornell.
He had us locked up in the back room.

I tried to stop him again
when he came back out.

He's got enough explosives on him
to blow up the whole base.

- Are you sure it was Maj. Cornell?
- I'm sure, sir.

Where is he now?

He headed toward
the communications towers.

Get him to the hospital. Come on. Let's go.

Major, I want your hands in the air.

Back away from that detonator,
or I'll shoot.

Sergeant, get your men out of here
or we'll all go together.

Cover me!

- I am guilty of all charges.
- It's a puzzle, Major.

Why would
the Chief Communications Officer...

want to destroy
the communications tower?

- When the snow falls, I must obey.
- I've heard that litany before...

from someone who sounded just like you.

But I think
I know a way to snap you out of it.

What's going on?

Last thing I remember...
What's happening?

I'll tell you.
We're placing you under arrest.

Take him away.

Thank you, Wonder Woman.

- But I must inform you that-
- I know, Lieutenant.

This is a security area. I was just leaving.

Why would he do something like that?
It's unbelievable.

Has he been under some kind of strain?

Well, he must be.
Or on the verge of a breakdown.

If not, there's got to be
someone or something behind it.

The Alan Cornell I know
would never have done it on his own.

What makes you think
it was a form of hypnotism?

Because Maj. Cornell seemed to be
in some kind of trance...

just like the airman
who tried to take me out in the hangar.

The sound of a bell
seemed to snap him out ofit.

A bell? Sounds like Pavlov's dogs,
only in reverse.

I know that rock group
fits in this puzzle somewhere.

Their manager's fingerprints
on that picture...

are being checked in Washington
right now.

Something else. Check out the dates
the group played at the other bases.

If they were there when the sabotage
occurred, it'll be more than a coincidence.

Steve, can't the flight of the Z-400
be canceled temporarily?

No, it can't. It's already been launched
from its mother ship.

Hey, what are you doing there?

- Who are you?
- I'm the group's manager. Here's my card.

I didn't see you when they arrived.

I guess I was still on the bus
doing paperwork.

There's lots of that these days.

This base is on alert...

and I just received an anonymous tip
that someone was prowling around here.

I'm the only one here.
I wish I could help you, Lieutenant.

Hey, maybe you can help me.

Would you mind
holding this wedge for a second?

I'll explain it to you.

Our drummer is very fussy...

and I have to be sure
these drums are well-adjusted.

Just stick it under the drum.
All the way down. That's right.

Yes. Little more, to the left.

Yes. That's good.

Absolutely perfect.

Your help is invaluable.

My help is invaluable.

I will have more need for your help.

My help is invaluable.

That's right, Lieutenant.

Follow me. Come.

They have Alan in a cell.

- His career is ruined.
- Maybe not, Anne.

They wouldn't even let me see him.

They said they can't afford
to take any chances...

with the Lapdog missiles on the base...

with someone in Alan's mental state.

A Lapdog missile?

We're the only base in the region
that has them.

They're the newest heat-seeking missiles.

Where are they on the base?

Well, the launch pad is over there.

You seem very interested, Diana.

Maybe it's just the name
that intrigues me.

No, there's more to it than that.

In fact there's more to you
than meets the eye.

I wondered why this morning
you got top-level security clearance...

and I'm head of the department
and I don't even have one.

I'll tell you the whole story later.
I better get to work.

You will do what I command.

My help is invaluable.

A certain newly arrived officer
poses a bit of a problem for us.

My help is invaluable.

So, here are your instructions...

pertaining to Lt. Col. Steve Trevor.

You called it, Diana. The Hull City Howlers
were on each of the bases...

on the days the sabotage occurred.

What about the fingerprints
on that picture their manager gave me?

They match the prints of one Otto Franz.

The only person I can recall by that name
was a NATO colonel in Europe...

who stole a prototype defense aircraft.

During the process,
the plane was destroyed.

I thought that both he and the pilot
died in the crash.

I remember that case.

There's something else about Col. Franz.
He's an expert in mesmerism.

That's exactly right.

Now that incident involving Maj. Cornell
is beginning to make a little sense.

We're gonna have to
break transmission, Diana.

Steve, we have to talk.
If Otto Franz is involved-

Okay, meet me at the service club
at 1600 hours.

Exactly 15 minutes from now.
Is that all right?

- You got it.
- Okay.

Come in.

- Lt. Col. Trevor?
- Yes.

A matter requiring
your immediate attention has arisen.

It concerns the flight of the Z-400.

- What happened?
- If you'd come with me, please, sir.

- Hey, what's going on?
- Straight ahead, sir.

Welcome, Lieutenant Colonel.

Perhaps I should say,
"Welcome IADC agent Steve Trevor."

- I'm Edmund Dante.
- Perhaps you should say Otto Franz.

- So you know.
- Yes, we know.

In spite of the clever plastic surgery...

and your masquerade
as a rock group manager.

Considering
I was brought up on Beethoven...

a rock group is a rather cunning
door-opener, don't you think?

You were a respected officer.

Most respected.

Not at all unlike yourself.

But my career was a stepping stone
to more profitable activities.

Of course, they have their risks,
as profitable activities do.

You were responsible
for the death of that pilot...

that crashed in the prototype plane.

The pilot was a fool.

It cost me $5 million.

Yes.

My payment
for the delivery of that aircraft intact.

Tell me, what kind of a price tag
did they put on the Z-400?

Substantial.

But not for the Z-400 intact.

It has to be destroyed.

So as it approaches San Remo,
it will be blown to oblivion.

An interested party in Eastern Europe
gains a defense advantage.

And I gain a lot as well.

As an IADC agent,
I'm sure you've been trained...

to use all your senses to their utmost.

Lieutenant Colonel. This is a test.

You will do precisely what I tell you to do.

You will think what I tell you to think.

Your feelings will not be your own.

You will pay.

You and all the others
wearing a uniform like you.

Every moment of your life.

A frightful torment...

unless I say otherwise.

And why should I?

Who but I know what real pain is?

Lieutenant. You know your instructions.

In precisely 33 minutes,
you will set off a Lapdog missile.

At that time,
the Z-400 will be off the screens...

testing its anti-surveillance equipment.

And it won't come back.

I can see them running around
wondering what happened to it.

Lieutenant, it's time.

Yes, my help is invaluable.

And you.
You will go back to where I found you.

I'm sure that the hardware store
will be most pleased to have you back.

And it's a good time
for me to take my leave.

As the unsuspecting Howlers howl...

the Z-400 will burn.

The sound of a bell
seemed to snap him out ofit.

A bell? Sounds like Pavlov's dogs.
Only in reverse.

The sound of a bell
seemed to snap him out ofit.

Wonder Woman.

Well, this ought to give you a workout.

- What are you doing?
- Wonder Woman. Just in time.

Just in time to get a few answers, Dante.

Even with your special abilities,
you have to tell the truth.

- How do you plan to destroy Z-400?
- With a Lapdog missile.

I knew it.

Who're you getting
to do your dirty work now?

Lt. Stonehouse.
From the Launch Control Facility.

South of the base.

Don't bother. You're too late.

We'll see.

- Keep him on ice, Steve.
- It'll be my pleasure.

It's Stonehouse.

- Another security check, Lieutenant?
- No. A little more than that, Captain.

Sergeant, move down the stairs.
Keep your hand away from that gun.

Everyone, on your feet.

Over here.

Slowly unhook that gun belt
and let it fall to the floor.

Have you gone crazy?

Don't touch those controls.

Twenty-eight seconds to go.

The Lapdog's been launched.

Then I'm too late.

Right now it's headed
straight for the Z-400.

But if I can only divert it.

This is Zebra-400 calling San Remo.

This is San Remo Control. Come in, Zebra.

Have deactivated anti-surveillance shield.
Do you ha ve us?

Affirmative.

You're back on the screens, Zebra.
As large as life.

There's a bogey at 6 o'clock.
Coming at us fast.

Come on, baby, react.

It's changed direction.

- Good work, Captain.
- Look who's talking.

I don't know about you,
but I feel like celebrating.

The Z-400 test flight
was an unqualified success.

Not to mention the fact that Otto Franz
is safely tucked away in jail.

Yeah.

- He's going to be all right.
- Alan?

He's under observation
over at Psychiatric...

but they say
all he needs is a few days' rest.

How about Lt. Stonehouse?

- She probably didn't ask.
- He'll be fine, too.

Both will be cleared of charges.

The higher-ups have been
pretty understanding about everything.

That's it. Sounds to me like
the party's in there, ladies. Shall we?

Hold it.

I wanna get a picture of you two.

Here. It wouldn't be complete without you.

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