Wonder Woman

You know, some of you been wondering why they call me Infra Red.

Well, you see, it's light,

and I'm into light.

The whole human cosmic experience. Yes, indeed.

Infrared is also invincible,

and that's sort of like I am up here.

Yes, indeed. You understand?

Well, I tell you. Also, if you use too much of it, you burn, baby, burn!

He's pretty good.

Well, don't sell yourself short.

I've got a feeling there's more to you than meets the eye.

Kathy, Anthony! You're becoming quite a regular here, I see.

It's only my second time in, Angelique. This is still pretty fast company

for a mundane engineer like me.

Nonsense. Every group needs new blood

every now and then.

Enjoy your evening.

Angelique keeps a few rooms in the back for the entertainment of her more, uh,

special customers. You interested?

Kathy?

Kathy!

Kathy!

Kathy!

Don't worry about her, Tony, she's fine.

How'd you know my name?

Just relax, man. I want to talk to you about your work.

Let me take some of that load off your mind, Tony.

All the secrets that are making you so uptight.

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We've taken every precaution, Miss Prince.

The base has been evacuated. We do have nuclear shielding.

Your fail-safe engineer is the only one who can deactivate the bomb?

It's an experimental model.

Borden is the only person within a hundred miles who can handle it.

Well, that's fine, but where is he?

He'll be here any minute.

He'd better be, Colonel, or your camp could wind up glowing in the dark

for the next 500 years.

The smaller one, that's the detonator?

Yes, it's the prototype model,

designed to shoot a stream of supercharged ions

directly into the bomb chamber.

Eventually we hope to use it for remote triggering of nuclear missiles

at a range of, oh, 50 miles or more.

Lovely. Death by long distance.

Colonel! How long till detonation?

- Got less than two minutes. - You don't give a man much time, do you?

Borden is the best nuclear engineer on the East Coast.

And he knows this particular detonator inside out.

I've located the trouble, Colonel.

For some reason, it's scrambling all incoming commands to disarm.

It'll respond to the master code, won't it?

It should. As long as it's fed in the proper sequence.

So feed it in, man. That's what you're here for.

Take it easy, the sequence has to be right.

Twenty-four,

uh, thirty-two?

No!

Thirty...

three!

- Borden, will you feed in that code? - Give me a minute!

We haven't got a minute!

I can't remember.

I don't know what's the matter with me. I just can't remember.

I suggest that we head for that shielding.

Gentlemen, inside. Move it!

What is wrong with you, Borden?

If it hadn't been for Wonder Woman, we would've all been killed!

- It's gone, it's all gone. - What is all gone?

The code, the numbers, everything that mattered.

It's gone from my mind!

I can't remember anything. The sequence,

I knew it as well as my own name.

Twenty-four, thirty-two.

No!

Thirty-three, forty-one?

Fi... Fifty-five.

Sixty-three.

Eighty-nine.

Twenty-two, seven.

Go on, Nick. The buyer for this tape is waiting.

Ionic field density

varies with the relative distance between the bomb chamber and detonator,

becoming ineffectual at a distance of 1.2 kilometers.

You did say I had tonight off, didn't you?

Tomorrow night. Maybe.

Tonight, one of my guests is a man who designs military satellites.

There's a lot of money at stake. We must entertain him properly.

Okay. I'll probe his mind, and then I'll split.

I've a life of my own to lead, you know?

Oh, I know.

The detonator uses radio signals at the following frequencies.

Not only was the classified data gone,

but the doctors say Borden cannot remember one thing

that happened in the past 24 hours.

That's a pretty selective case of amnesia, I'd say.

Yeah, there were no drugs found in his bloodstream.

No evidence of surgery or brainwashing. It's as though someone just

lifted the memories right out of his mind.

Yeah, but it's possible.

You mean telepathy? Something like that?

We can't discount it, Diana.

Ira's been collecting data on paranormal research.

It's a pet project of his.

Actually, I think he's trying to find evidence

that human beings have greater potential

than what we've demonstrated so far.

What, we aren't sterling examples of the human condition?

Hard to believe, isn't it?

You may be interested, Nick, in a call I received from some friends of mine

at the naval hospital.

It seems that Anthony Borden was admitted this morning

suffering from a particularly baffling kind of amnesia.

- Is that right? - Yes.

Seems that he's unable to remember a thing

that happened to him in the last 24 hours.

So?

So, my little disco devil,

it would seem that somebody had botched his job, wouldn't it?

- I got the information, didn't I? - That's very true.

And that's all you were supposed to steal from his mind. The information.

You weren't supposed to wipe out 24 hours.

I did the job, huh? So who cares?

The I.A.D.C. cares.

One of their agents, Diana Prince, brought Borden to the hospital.

So what?

They're not going to get anything out of him.

All the evidence is in my head.

You worry too much, Angie.

Don't you ever call me that name again.

Pardon me.

Angelique.

I want you to follow the Prince woman. Find out what she knows.

And keep a discreet distance, hmm?

Sure. I can get behind that.

Statistics show that most paranormal abilities

are mental, not physical.

Telepathy, telekinesis, astral projection.

What about the ability to remove memories from someone's mind?

Memory transfer is far more rare, but not unknown.

Please examine photos 3A,

4B, 5C and 7F.

Of the four memory telepaths discovered

at the Virginia institute for Paranormal Research,

only two, 3A, 7F,

possess psychic powers capable of

leaving an amnesiac void like the one you describe.

Nicholas Carbone and Del Franklin.

Do you have a location on these two?

Nicholas Carbone was reported killed in a gang war two years ago.

Delbert Franklin currently works for

the Inter-City Trucking Company in Washington.

- Well, do you think he's our man? - Negative.

It is doubtful that someone who steals classified data would have been

employed as a fry cook, a taxi driver, a sales clerk, and a sanitary engineer

for the Arlington public zoo, all in the last year alone.

Well, hopefully, he'll stay employed at the trucking company long enough

for me to check him out.

Thank you, Ira, good night.

Del Franklin? Yeah, he works here. What did he do this time?

Nothing, Mr. Taylor, I just want to talk to him.

Come on, what did he do, run over the Secretary of State?

No, I just want to speak to him.

Thank you.

Okay.

Hey! Franklin!

Yes?

Somebody here to see you!

Park that rig over there and come over here!

Franklin, your truck!

Three months on the job and you still don't know how to brake a truck?

I'm sorry, Mr. Taylor. It'll never happen again. I promise.

You said that when you dropped

the load of Florida oranges on the Maryland Parkway.

You said that when you rear-ended the owner's car with your car.

I am sick and tired of hearing you say that, Franklin!

You're through.

You pick your check up on the way out.

Uh, Mr. Franklin?

Yeah, you from the insurance company?

No, I'm Diana Prince,

I'm from the I.A.D.C., and I would like to talk to you.

Sure. Like the man said, I'm not exactly on a tight schedule.

So, uh, this is the fifth straight job that you've lost?

Yeah.

Well, what's wrong?

I don't know. They say that I can't, uh,

focus on my work, you know? That I can't...

I don't focus on my energy, whatever that means.

If they knew what my real problem was, they'd, uh, freak.

Your psychic abilities?

You know.

Yes.

That's why I'm here.

Well, I guess you think like everybody else does at the Institute

that I'm this lucky guy, right? Well...