Wonder Woman

Who's there?

Look, I'm warning you. This is a restricted area.

If I catch you, there goes your ride pass.

Stupid kids.

Look, I'm warning you.

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Car problems, huh?

Nothing seems to be going right today.

Well, today would be a good day to stay home and knit.

Well, it all depends on what kind of pattern you've bought.

You got help coming?

No. Not that I know of.

Just checking, Miss Prince.

You know, it wouldn't do for you to have been followed

by one of your co-workers, now, would it?

Believe me,

no one would suspect that it was me who leaked that confidential file.

You know, it's going to be a pleasure dealing with a double agent

who's above reproach.

Listen, it's taken me four very long years

to build up a sterling reputation with the I.A.D.C.,

and I think it's about time it paid off.

I take it, then, you are interested in my latest offer?

I couldn't care less about unscrambling White House phone conversations.

What? Well...

Somebody else is interested,

to the tune of $100,000.

Who?

That isn't for you to know or find out.

Now, we're going to do everything just like we did it before.

Only, instead of having one week to get me the information,

you have two days.

Two days?

Or no deal.

There's only one person I know of that likes to work that fast.

Harrison Fynch.

Oh, come on, the I.A.D.C. is very much aware

of Mr. Fynch's domestic spying operations.

They just don't know what, when, where, or how.

That should do it, lady.

You do everything I told you, and you'll be all set.

Hey, I think I deserve to know who I'm selling to.

Now, you just be real careful, and that baby will take you

oh, say, 100,000 miles.

Yes, sir.

- How did you do that? - That?

Well, you haven't seen anything yet.

Now, is it Harrison Fynch that wants to buy

the information from Diana Prince?

- Yes. - Where is he?

All I know is that he's setting up a surveillance operation here.

- Here? In Washington? - Yes.

Well, who's your contact in Fynch's organization?

I'm meeting with a man.

Well, somebody's going to meet him. I'm afraid it won't be you.

Now, who is he?

And where is this little rendezvous to take place?

A man with a crutch. A cafeteria at Eighth and Curtis.

Password?

"The pound cake's stale, so why don't you try the apple pie?"

"The pound cake's stale, so why don't you try the apple pie?"

Uh, Harris...

Fynch. Harrison Fynch.

- Right. - Thank you.

Right. Harrison Fynch. Sorry, I got a mind like a sieve.

My secretary says I drink so much of this stuff,

it just flushes everything right out of my brain.

All right, let's see now, you're here to discuss... What is it...

Insurance?

I'm here to discuss buying your amusement park, Mr. Gurney.

Oh. Well, that's easy. It's not for sale.

Everything is for sale, Mr. Gurney.

Everything and everyone has a price.

I don't want to sell.

- Perhaps not at this moment. - No. Not at any moment.

Look.

My brother and I dreamed about owning a place like this

ever since we were little kids in kindergarten.

Davey, that's my brother, he thought up

practically half the rides in this place.

You see that Super Loop back there?

Davey designed that.

American history class, our junior year in high school.

When that Super Loop was installed here three years ago,

it put this place right on the map.

So, it was your brother David who designed that Super Loop?

Right.

Might almost say that in order to make history,

old Davey had to flunk it.

Well, then, perhaps it's David I should be speaking to.

No, David's dead. Missing in action in Vietnam.

Look, what I'm trying to say is, Mr. Fynch,

is that I have no reason or desire to sell.

Listen, as long as I'm up, please.

Mr. Gurney, please don't misunderstand me. I...

The reason for my visit here today is simply to let you know

that should a reason develop for you to want to sell

at some time in the future...

well, you have a very...

a very eager and a very...

qualified buyer at your beck and call.

Well, I'll tell you again, there's no way I'm ever going to sell.

In spite of the migraines and the ulcers,

I've got way too much invested in this place.

Well, thank you for your time, Mr. Gurney.

Fynch plans to set up operations in Washington?

It sounds that way.

The information that I was using to bait him

is the kind that he usually likes to buy and sell.

It's top-secret, exotic, extremely valuable on the black market.

But apparently, this time he was planning on keeping what he bought

for himself.

So he intends to set up some kind of a system

to monitor shortwave phone conversations.

Yeah, that's probably only part of his plan.

With his expertise, he'll find a way to monitor all communications.

Boy, having him headquartered in Washington

is like having a shark in a public swimming pool.

You're not kidding.

Before long, foreign countries

are gonna know more about our government than we do.

What you got, Beverly?

You know, Steve, we've been trying to bust this guy for three years.

It's now or never.

I'm going to check with Ira,

see if he can come up with a lead as to Fynch's next move

now that we know what he intends to do.

I think that's a good idea.

Meanwhile, I've got...

Well, hi.

- How does he do that? - What? Make those noises?

No, get into rooms when all the doors are closed.

I don't know about you, but I've been afraid to ask.

Good. Come here.

- Here it is. - A 50-cent piece?

It's a bug. Something our lab boys dreamed up.

Thanks to our friend Wonder Woman,

I have a little rendezvous with one of Fynch's operatives this afternoon.

And this will give us a chance to beat Harrison Fynch at his own game.

And I'm going to cash in on my newly established career as a double agent.

You should learn to play chess, Mr. Pierce. Wonderful for the mind.

Are you kidding? I have enough trouble with checkers.

Hold all calls.

- I'm only telling you what I saw. - That's what you think you saw.

What I saw! And I'm not the only one, Mr. Gurney!

Half the kids that work here have seen it lurking around the Super Loop.

What did it do, maul you?

Carry off screaming patrons, leave gigantic footprints in the concrete?

No.

But I'm telling you, there's something in this park that shouldn't be here.

I saw it. It's real, and it's horrible.

And it's wrong to keep it a secret.

The only thing that I'm covering up

is the fact that I exercise poor judgment

when I hire guys like you to work.

Now, you can this nonsense,

or I'm going to give your job to somebody

with a little more respect for the truth.

I resent being called a liar, Mr. Gurney.

And I resent you spreading the irresponsible rumor

that my Fun Universe is haunted by some kind of depraved monster.

The public and the press are squirrelly enough

when it comes to amusement parks, you understand?

Someday you're going to be real sorry you kept this thing a secret.

And I intend to be around to say, "I told you so."

Something strike you funny, Mr. Fynch?

Yes, Mr. Pierce.

I just discovered a way

to force Mr. Gurney to sell me that amusement park of his.

- Ms. Patrick? - Yeah?

I heard you're taking a bunch of kids to Fun Universe.

That's right.

Well, can I go? Please?

Oh, Randy...

I could only wrangle a limited number of free passes.

I was going to take the younger children.

You're going to need somebody to help watch them.

Well, Jeff is coming along.

Oh, let me do it.

Jeff is older than you, Randy, he's more responsible.

I'm responsible!

Please, Ms. Patrick. He's been there before and I haven't.

They've got roller coasters there, three of them.

You and your roller coasters.

Look, I can watch the kids just as good as he can.

All right. We'll be leaving at two o'clock sharp.

Yes, ma'am.

Are you sure I didn't give them to you?

You said you'd take care of it yourself.

I distinctly remember putting them in a manila envelope.

I'll write up some new passes, the kids will just have to wait.

All right, we got "O" for orphanage...

Never mind, Mr. Gurney. I'll take care of it.

Nothing. "P." "P..."

Patrick Home for Boys.

Twelve ride passes. What did I tell you? Hmm?