Wonder Woman

It's here. They're unloading the Rolls.

- Miss Prince? - Yes.

You're right on time.

One custom 1935 Rolls Landaulet

with platinum hood ornament coming right up.

Thank you very much, sir.

Always a pleasure to accommodate the I.A.D.C.

All right, fellows, let's get the doors open.

So what do we got going on here?

Some kind of a spy caper or something?

That's a Rolls, all right. But ain't it kind of small?

Hey, stop that car.

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman

Raise this higher.

Move it to the left.

Hey, Wonder Woman, what is happening, sister?

What's in the back?

I don't know, ma'am, I guess it was a mix-up.

Someone must have goofed and sent down two trucks to the same place.

I don't know nothing about a stolen car.

Did you get a good look at the other driver?

No, ma'am.

He was so teed off about the mix-up he refused to get out of the cab.

At least, that's what it looked like.

Nobody told me that the I.A.D.C.

and two females were going to interfere.

- Interfere? - Would you settle for "meddle"?

For your information, Inspector Bolt...

Wonder Woman and I were trying to retrieve...

For your information, Agent Prince, I was there on a tip

that could've busted the biggest car theft ring since original sin!

I was going to tail that Rolls-Royce to its original source.

And, I suppose, you think your car thieves

are more important than national security.

- My car thieves? - All right, all right.

Enough squabbling, for crying out loud.

Now, Bolt, you want the man behind the car theft ring, right?

Right.

Diana, you and I want that hood ornament off the antique Rolls.

Now, it's been decided and agreed upon

that the two of you will be working together.

Okay.

Okay.

Maybe I was off base.

I take it all back. Except, the female part.

You are most definitely female.

Since birth.

Good, now that we have our genders straight,

what can you tell us about this car theft organization?

- Hello? - Oh, uh, sorry.

Well, I've been after these guys for quite some time now.

And I've yet to get a specific line on their operations.

So I know they got to have a headquarters somewhere, right?

Some kind of drop for all these hot cars.

Some place where they can remove the serial numbers,

change the paint jobs.

- You have no idea where this drop is? - No.

They always manage to just slip away from me.

Like today. But this time I know the buyer.

An ophthalmologist, Dr. Samson.

They seem to concentrate primarily on classic cars?

Classics, antiques, refurbished old sports jobs.

Do you know there is a billion-dollar business just on stolen parts alone?

Samson would pay over 100,000 for that Rolls.

And even more if they could get him a Duesenberg instead.

And the man behind this ring?

Another big question mark.

Unless of course, you subscribe to the theory that all crimes

fit the personality of the perpetrator.

In which case, our man,

number one, is a gambler, a businessman.

Efficient, well organized.

And someone in touch with big money.

Sam, what are you doing to me?

Sell short. Yes, short!

Yeah? Hold on.

And buy the June bellies 10 minutes before the bell.

Go ahead, I'm listening.

For 40 acres?

All right.

All right.

Brazil? Uh-uh.

Arbitrate and call back.

Wondering, maybe we can get a hold of a Duesenberg?

We can give it a try.

Sounds like you have a plan, Inspector.

Best plan since Hannibal crossed the Alps.

- Brilliant? - But risky.

Now just one second.

There you go, Doc. Over this way.

This is the Man.

I'm sorry to keep you waiting, Dr. Samson,

been one of those days.

I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage, Mr...

As intended, sir, my identity remains a mystery to my clients,

and all but a few of my closest associates. As intended.

You are prepared to fill my order? The 1935 Landaulet?

For $100,000 in Swiss francs, drawable on a Swiss account, yes.

Make it 75.

Split the difference, and allow me to keep this.

A sentimental addition to my collection.

Done.

Why quibble? There must be hundreds of ladies like her.

It looks like this one,

but the lady we're after is very much one-of-a-kind.

And more important to Uncle Sam than the cars are to the police.

Please remember that, Inspector, in case your plan works.

You can have your lady, Colonel. All I want is the man.

- You ready, partner? - Yes.

Ah, ah, now just a minute. Neither of you are quite ready yet.

Diana, I have a lovely brooch for you.

It's a tiny microphone, pick up every word you say.

- I guess I'll have to watch my language. - I certainly hope so.

This is for you, Inspector.

- A ballpoint tape recorder. - Clever.

- And that? - And don't forget your camera.

And remember, Inspector, you are Arnie Lippincott.

Small time thief with big ideas.

Excellent.

How are your eyes?

It's funny you should mention it, they've been bothering me lately.

Now what do you see?

I see 1935 Rolls-Royce Landaulet.

- I beg your pardon? - No, wait.

It's an SJ-type Duesenberg.

A Duesenberg that a certain ophthalmologist has been looking for.

I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about.

Dr. Samson,

I know that you've been putting out feelers for...

a 1934 SJ-type Doozie.

With dual Windshields, front and rear,

dual side mounts, body by Rollston...

powered by the original supercharged straight eight.

You, uh, can get one for me?

You never really wanted that Rolls-Royce, did you?

Not if I can get a 34 SJ-type Doozie.

Yes?

Samson didn't show to pick up the Rolls.

Could be cold feet.

- Could be competition. - Yes, could be.

Do you know what to do in that eventuality?

Yeah, I know what to do.

Sure do.

Hi.

- Dr. Samson, Arnie Lippincott. - Shall we?

- Let me drive her. - No driving,

not until the trade is made.

Tomorrow, I'll have it for you tomorrow.

Then it's settled?

We trade straight across, this Doozie for the Rolls.

Any day.

Then the lady will be happy to take you for a drive.

There isn't going to be any trade.

Brilliant.

But risky.

You had an appointment with a Rolls remember, Doctor?

But I gave him better merchandise at a better price.

Well, the trade's off.

And I'm taking the Doozie to boot.

- Just for wasting my time. - Oh, no.

Go for them, baby!

It's okay, Alfie.

- You're a thinker, not a fighter. - A thinker?

Ha!

If brains were rain he couldn't make a drop.

Let's go, wise guy, you're not out of the woods yet.

Steve, I take it you heard what just went on back there?

We didn't get the Rolls,

but they did take Bolt with them, just like you figured. So...

I'm going to take Dr. Samson down to the police station

for a little chat with our friend, Lt. Cline, and then I'll be in.

Sounds like you're putting on weight, Alfie.

You know, Lippincott...

You'd look like what's on my plate if I had my way.

Oh, don't tell me you've gone and lost your way now.

First a Duesenberg, then a fight, and now your way.

You better watch out, Alfie, next thing you know, it'll be your job.

You know that sound?

Yeah, I know that sound.

If you don't want to hear the one that follows,

lay off of me.

You bet.

Your credentials have been checked, Mr. Lippincott.

- Passed inspection. - Naturally.

So what do you want from me now?

Not much, actually.

Simply instruct your female associate

to deliver that Duesenberg into my hands.

Your hands? My foot, that's my Duesenberg.

You keep your greasy meat hooks off it, whatever your name is.

My impetuous friend...

- that Duesenberg is worth $200,000. - I know.

Don't think for a moment you won't die if I don't get it.

You can't mess with Arnie Lippincott...

my boys will be all over you like green on grass.

How colorful.