Wonder Woman (1975–1979): Season 3, Episode 12 - Gault's Brain - full transcript

[siren wailing]

[honking]

(male #1)
'Alright, give me
a hand over here.'

(male #2)
'Get those poles out there.'

[indistinct chattering]

(male #3)
'Put that down, Vic.'

(Diana)
Mr. Stryker.

I'd like to talk to you.

You picked a lousy time
in case you hadn't noticed.

This is the second
major disaster

to hit your company
within a week.



If you had cooperated
with the IADC before

we might have
prevented this one.

I told you, Gault Industries

is a private corporation.

Whatever happens to us is none

of your business,
Miss Prince.

Wrong, you've got dozens
of government contracts

including one for a top secret
missile guidance system

that's being developed
in this plant.

That makes it my business,
Mr. Stryker.

I have to think about
my stockholders.

Now, your involvement
would only drive

the value of their shares
straight down.

Sabotage will do
the same thing.



Maybe you don't
realize that.

After all,
you are new to the job.

You say sabotage,
and I say

we're having
a run of bad luck.

Well, it's interesting
how your bad luck started

when Harlow Gault died.

And you took over
as chairman of the board.

(male #4)
'Alright, here we go.
Here we go.'

What are you
getting at, Miss Prince?

It looks to me like someone
is out to destroy your company.

And I'm gonna find out who

with or without
your cooperation.

Just make that without.

If you'll excuse me,
I have a funeral to attend.

[dramatic music]

[birds chirping]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[heart beating]

[breathing]

(Gault)
'Look at them.'

'Hypocritical bunch of fools.'

'Each of them
is secretly overjoyed'

'at Harlow Gault's death.'

But I'm not dead,
am I, my pet?

The essence of my genius

my spectacular brain lives on.

I am invincible!

[laughing]

[theme music]

♪ Wonder Woman ♪

♪ Wonder Woman ♪

♪ Wonder Woman ♪

♪ Wonder Woman ♪

♪ Wonder Woman ♪♪

[explosion]

[dramatic music]

(Gault)
'Just a few more pages, Tara.'

Catching up
on your reading, Mr. Gault?

(Gault)
Today I'm tackling
the Russian classics.

'There. "War And Peace."'

Read it in less than an hour.
Not bad, eh, doctor?

To think that people
can do more

without their bodies
than with them.

Watch.
I'll show you something else.

[clicks]

[heart beating]

[breathing continues]

'Theatrical, I admit.'

But once the brain
doesn't have to drag around

a worn-out, rotting skeleton

it is capable
of almost anything.

Even psychokinesis.

(Crippin)
You see, my theory was correct.

By releasing the brain from
the task of operating a body

I've unleashed psychic talents

that lie dormant in everyone.

Well, don't get too
worked up, doctor.

After all, those talents
aren't going to stay unleashed.

That's up to you, isn't it?

We haven't much time.

Don't worry,
you'll have your raw materials

for your transplant
very shortly, doctor.

- Good.
- Speaking of which..

I have some appointments
to keep.

Uh..

Mr. Gault..

Good news or bad news, Turk?

Bad, just found out
that the, uh, IADC

has, uh, formally assigned
Diana Prince

to, uh, investigate
the fire we set.

She's, uh,
supposed to meet again

with Stryker this afternoon.

Why, that's good news, Turk.

For it means we better get rid
of Miss Prince once and for all

'does it not?'

No guns, Turk.

Just a regrettable accident.

Yes, sir.

[laughing]

[instrumental music]

That was marvelous.

You should have no trouble
making the Olympics.

Now the decathlon
is my favorite event.

I-I just work out on the bar
to keep in shape.

Well, this picture
doesn't even begin

to suggest
the shape you're in.

Oh, that?

I didn't even know that guy
was taking my picture.

[chuckles]

Uh, have you thought over
what we discussed

on the phone, Morton?

I-I don't know, Miss Landon.

Tara.

[sighs]
Tara.

Uh, eliminations
are coming up

and I'm training
pretty hard these days.

Well, uh, you could train
in my uncle's gym

while you're working for him.

I-I don't know
anything about being

an athletic director though.

Well, uh, why don't you
at least come in

and see if you
qualify for the job?

And if you do,
you can give me

your final decision then.

Fair enough?

[panting]

That your uncle's address?

See you there at 3:00?

I-I hope it won't
take too long.

I still have ten miles to run
sometime today.

Well, you might just find
that once you talk to my uncle

all thoughts
of competing in the Olympics

are gone from your head.

[panting]

You know, I could get
a federal warrant, Mr. Stryker.

And if you don't start
answering some of my questions

that's exactly what I'll do.

I don't like being
strong-armed, Miss Prince.

Besides, I've got a board
meeting in five minutes.

What do you know about
Thomas J. Craddock?

Nothing.

Well then, it might
interest you to know

that it appears likely
he will soon gain

majority stock control
of Gault Industries.

[scoffs]
Bad news really travels fast,
doesn't it?

Look, I don't know the man.

I never even heard of him

until less than ten days ago.

[scoffs]
Nor had anyone else.

'It's strange that
he should suddenly appear'

'just when Gault Industries
is in trouble'

and the stock
drops lower each day.

Almost sounds planned,
doesn't it?

Now, listen..

Come in.

Excuse me, Mr. Stryker.

Um, Miss Prince,
this is Emil Berger.

- Mr. Berger, Diana Prince.
- How do you do?

She's with the, uh, IADC.

Oh?

Alright, Berger.
Okay, thank you.

[door opens]

[door closes]

Looks as though
major disaster number three

just hit Gault Industries.

Afraid I have that
meeting now, Miss Prince.

And listen, if you want
to talk to me again..

...you'd better
get that warrant.

They say that bad luck
comes in threes, Mr. Stryker

and I have the feeling
that in this case

that's an underestimate.

[dramatic music]

[instrumental music]

Taxi, lady?

500 North Capitol.

The Security
and Exchange Commission.

Yes, ma'am.

It's pretty cold, huh?

'How about some
heat back there?'

No, it's alright.
Thank you.

Come on, try it.
It's brand new.

'I just had it installed.'

Alright, if you insist.

[hissing]

[coughing]

[coughing]

[instrumental music]

[tires screeching]

Hold it.

[splashing]

[dramatic music]

Goodbye, Miss Prince.

- Let's go.
- Okay.

[music continues]

[explosion]

(Diana)
It had to be Stryker, Steve.

He's resented our interference

in his private matters
from day one.

You'd think he could've been
a little more subtle, though.

That's why I can't believe
he ordered

the attempt on your life.

If corporate heads are anything

they are subtle and efficient.

If he wanted you
out of the way, Diana

you would be out of the way.

So, what other toes

have I been stepping on lately?

[sighs]
Hopefully Ira
can come up with something

from the fingerprints
in the taxi.

[chuckles]
Which was stolen, I imagine?

And wisely abandoned.

- Beep! Beep!
- And here we go now.

[beeping]

[warbles]

Looks like only three
clear prints were lifted.

Ira pulled photos for each one.

Photo number one,
"Nettlebaum, Selma A.

Mother of Eugene Nettlebaum.
Wife of Morris Nettlebaum?"

[chuckles]
She has something to do
with an attempt on my life?

[warbles]

Obviously Ira's idea
of a little joke.

Photo number two, "Diana Pr.."

Cute.

[laughing]

[warbles]

Listen, you.

You tell Ira
that he's about that far

from having his plug pulled.

You hear?

[warbles]

This is him.
The guy driving the cab.

"Turk, George P.

"Eleven arrests,
five convictions

'"for crimes ranging
from arson to armed robbery.'

"Paroled last year.

"Now employed as a bodyguard

"for Harlow Gault

founder of Gault Industries."

Why would a dead man's bodyguard

want me out of the way?

Bodyguards take orders.

The question now is from whom.

[sighs]

Well, I sure hope
my car is tuned up

because I'm about
to pay a visit

to the estate
of the late Harlow Gault.

And I have no intention
of taking another cab.

[sighs]

Go on.

[warbles]

[beeps]

[telephone ringing]

Good.

Tell Dr. Crippin to have
the equipment ready.

I'll see the young man
right away.

That athlete I was telling you
about has just arrived.

Let's have a look at him.

[breathing]

[sighs]
Wait till you see his shoulders.

And the muscles in his legs.

What's his name?

(Tara)
'Morton Danzig.'

'An Olympic hopeful, decathlon.'

- Means he has stamina.
- Among other things.

(Gault)
'I don't know, Tara.'

I think he's too much
an athlete.

Nonsense, Dr. Crippin
said the donor

had to be in perfect
physical condition.

And that's what I call perfect.

(Gault)
What I mean, my darling

is that perhaps he's too much
in the public eye.

'How would it look for him
to suddenly'

and without warning
become the financial wizard

that takes over
Gault Industries?

But, Harlow, you promised.

You said
the choice would be mine

and you'd do
whatever had to be done

to legitimize who I found.

Yes, that was our arrangement,
wasn't it?

Your reward for serving a sickly
old man.

'for three years.'

Four.

(Gault)
'Well, since you've obviously'

taken a fancy to him

let's hope,
my passion flower

that he passes all
of Dr. Crippin's tests.

Good.
I'll get him started right away.

[birds chirping]

Morton, how nice
to see you again.

That job still open?

It certainly is.

And, uh, while
you're being interviewed

we have a few tests
for you to take.

Uh, if those tests
are written tests

like math or history,
I can tell you right now--

No, these are
physical tests, Morton.

To be perfectly blunt with you
we're interested in your body

not your brains.

The gym is this way.

[doorbell rings]

Excuse me.

Hello. I'd like
to see Mr. Turk, please.

I'm Diana Prince
with the IADC.

Please come in.

That blundering fool Turk!

I'll be with you
in a minute, Miss Prince.

Just through that door, Morton.

I've seen him before,
haven't I?

I really wouldn't know.

Why all the bodies beautiful?

We're hiring some security
guards for the estate.

Wait right here.
I'll be right back.

You know who's out there?

Let her talk to you in here.

I'll do the rest.

You were asking
about Mr. Turk?

Yes, he is still
working here, isn't he?

Why are you
interested in Mr. Turk?

Well, for openers,
he tried to kill me.

- Are you certain?
- Very.

Do you know where he is?

Uh, no, unf..
I'm afraid I don't.

Uh, after Mr. Gault's
unfortunate death

'his services
were no longer needed.'

Well, maybe
not here at the estate

but I know for a fact

that he is still on
the Gault Industries' payroll.

(Tara)
'Yes, that's correct. He's now
working for Mr. Stryker.'

- 'Stryker?'
- 'Yes.'

(Tara)
'He said that, uh..'

...he could use a man
with Turk's background

'whatever that meant.'

Well, I guess he knows
that Turk is an ex-con.

- You didn't know that?
- 'Well, of course not.'

(Tara)
'If Mr. Gault had known that'

'he never would
have been hired.'

[scoffs]
Alright. One last question.

Did Mr. Gault ever meet
with a Thomas J. Craddock?

(Tara)
No, not that I know of.

[screams]

(Tara)
'I'm terribly sorry.
I don't know how that happened.'

Oh.

I could have sworn
Sir Lancelot

was stuffed
in the corner when we arrived.

Ah, well. No harm done.

[chuckles]
A few new screws
and he'll be as good as new.

- I'm terribly sorry, I--
- Yes, I'm sure you are.

I can't explain
how that happened.

I'm really sorry.

For what it's worth,
I've got a theory.

Ghosts.

(Diana)
'Morton Danzig.
I knew I saw him before.'

People are saying that
he might win the United States

five gold medals
in the next Olympics.

And the eliminations
haven't even been held yet.

I can't understand why
I don't remember his picture.

Well, I think
he has a few attributes

that women might find
more memorable than men.

In any case,
I'm going to have Ira

see if he can figure out

what Morton was doing
at the Gault Estate.

You don't buy that
security guard story, do you?

Since when do security guards

have to look like Bruce Jenner?

[intercom buzzes]

Hello.

Oh, yeah, wait a minute.
What's the address?

1205.
How long will he be there?

Okay, thanks.

Stryker's not in the office, but
that's where you can find him.

Good.

Hopefully he'll give me
some straight talk.

Now that I know he hired Turk
to get rid of me.

Yeah, but just remember,
the police haven't been

able to round up Turk yet
and until they do

it's Stryker's word
against yours.

Oh, I don't know, Steve.

I have a certain knack for
getting people to level with me.

[gunshot]

Pull.

[gunshot]

Pull.

[gunshot]

Pull.

I believe this is yours.

[dramatic music]

What are you doing here?

I was hoping that
we could have a little chat.

A little chat?

You ordered George Turk

to kill Diana Prince,
didn't you?

I did no such thing.

But Turk still does work for
Gault Industries, doesn't he?

Turk was one of
Gault's right-hand men.

Well, who's giving
him orders now?

Ask Tara Landon,
Gault's secretary.

Turk must be
taking orders from her now.

Well, someone's trying
to sabotage your company.

Is it Thomas J. Craddock?

My research shows
no such person exists.

'It was just a name on paper.'

Well, whoever is using that name

is obviously trying
to gain majority control

of Gault Industries stock,
and possibly set himself up

as chairman of the board.

Who? Is there someone who
would like to see you ruined?

- Harlow Gault.
- Harlow Gault is dead.

He hated me.

Hated the fact that
I would control his company

when he died. It's as if
he's still trying to get me.

Ghosts.

Well, Mr. Stryker, thank you.

You can go back to
your target practice now.

It looks like fun.

Do you mind
if I give it a try?

[chuckles]

[gun cocks]

Pull! Pull! Pull!

[gunshots]

It's much more
sporting that way.

[birds chirping]

How am I doing, doc?

You're doing splendidly, lad.

Ten miles, and your heart rate

has hardly risen above normal.
It's amazing.

Oh, heck,
I'm not even warmed up yet.

Dr. Crippin,
are you almost finished?

Yes, I think so.

[panting]

How does Mr. Danzig shape up?

According to
my initial readings

he seems admirably suited
for the position.

Of course, I will have to study
all of the test results

before my final decision
can be made.

Something wrong?

On the contrary, young man.

[laughing]

You appear disgustingly healthy.

It's amazing. Just amazing.

[panting]

I think we'll have
some good news for you

in just a few minutes.

Listen, I'm still not sure

I'm all that interested
in the job.

Well, maybe that's because we
haven't really discussed money.

No, it's not the money.
It's just that I--

How does $1000 sound to you?

- A month?
- A week.

It would be like getting paid
to train for the Olympics.

- Wouldn't it?
- Yeah.

How about it, Morton?

Are you interested?

Yeah.

(IRAC)
'Danzig, Morton T. Age, 25.'

'Former student
at Central University.'

Winner of 14
track and field competitions.

Any criminal record? Any ties
with anyone at Gault Industries?

(IRAC)
Negative.

Well, I guess
Diana's hunch was wrong.

Morton really was looking
for a job as a security guard.

- Thanks, anyway.
- Wait, Steve Trevor.

The IRAC computer has more
information on Morton Danzig.

You've been holding
out on me, Ira?

At this moment,
computerized data

concerning his scholastic
records at Central University

are being tampered with.

Someone's changing
his transcript right now?

Affirmative.

Not only
are his grades being raised

from a 2.3 average to a 3.5

but his major is being changed

from physical education
to business.

How many students
at Central University?

(IRAC)
Fifty two thousand.

So what the computer says
goes, right?

Which is as it should be.

Most of the time.

Well, obviously,
one of your electronic cohorts

is being used
to make Morton Danzig

into something he is not.

Ira, is it possible
to arrange a malfunction

at Central's
data processing center?

Uh, just to stall anyone
who's there long enough

for me
to have a talk with Morton?

With pleasure.

Then do it.

[beeping]

[whirring]

[instrumental music]

[dramatic music]

[pulsating]

(Gault)
Well, what's the verdict
on this Morton Danzig?

[breathing]

"Basal metabolism, normal.

"Triglyceride levels, normal.

"Cardiovascular system, normal.

'Renal system...normal."'

Oh, stop all that
mumbo jumbo, Crippin.

Give me the bottom line.

'Is he in perfect condition
or not?'

In my professional opinion,
he is astoundingly perfect.

'There isn't a single
solitary thing'

'I can find wrong with him.'

He has the constitution
of a Brahma bull.

I told you
I'd get you our man, doctor.

Prepare him for
the transplant at once.

We've already
wasted enough time.

Within the hour, I shall be
the first man of science

to abolish death.

'Your brain
in Morton's body will'

in a sense, make both
of us immortal, Mr. Gault.

Correction, doctor.

Your handiwork will make you
and Thomas J. Craddock immortal.

[doorbell rings]

- Uh, Tara Landon?
- Yes.

My name is Steve Trevor.
I'm with the IADC.

I was told I could
find Morton Danzig here.

May I speak with him, please?

Certainly. Come in.

Thank you.

He's in the gym.

He's quite an athlete.

He's going to be
working for us.

Why don't you wait
for him in here

while I go get him?

[piano music]

I know better than to ask
what business the IADC

has with Morton, mister, uh..

Trevor. Steve Trevor.

Trevor, right.

Well, why don't you
have a seat?

And excuse me,
I'll go get him.

Thank you.

[piano music]

[chuckles]

Here we are.

Steve Trevor.

Morton Danzig.

How do you do?

The IADC wants to see me?

I goof up my tax return again?

[laughs]
No, you're thinking of the IRS.

Well, why don't
you gentlemen have a seat.

And, uh, excuse me.

I'll leave you two alone.

Thank you.

[sighs]

Morton, are you aware
that at this very moment

someone is changing
your college transcript?

- Huh?
- 'Your grade records.'

(Steve)
'Somebody's tampering
with them, making you look'

'like an A student
instead of the C student'

'we both know you were.'

(Morton)
'Sounds great.'

'Why would anybody
want to do that?'

Yeah.

I understand you're
gonna be working out here.

I'm gonna run a private gym.
Thousand a week.

For running a gym?

Yeah.

Well, that's very interesting.

Especially since Miss Landon
told one of my co-workers

'that you were interviewing
for a job as a security guard.'

She did?

Look, Morton, something weird

is going on around here and you

seem to be
right in the middle of it.

'Is there anything
you want to tell me?'

[gulps]
No.

(Steve)
'You in some kind
of trouble out here?'

[chuckles]
No.

Heck, uh, Tara and Dr. Crippin

are about
the nicest people I ever met.

Huh, for a thousand bucks
a week, they ought to be.

(Morton)
'Now, look, I've heard of
plenty of government people'

earn a lot more
than that doing a lot less

and I'll bet
their employees lied about

why they were hired too.

[chuckles]
Good point.

Well, I'll tell
you what I'm gonna do.

I'm going to leave you
my name and phone number.

You feel like talking,
you give me a call.

Anytime, day or night.

Thank you,
Miss Landon.

Morton, talk to you later.

I'll find my way out.

Uh...it was nice meeting you.

Thank you.
Have a nice day.

Um, Miss Landon..

Tara.

Tara, I'd like to ask
you some questions.

Oh, not now, Morton.

Now, it can wait, can't it?

Why don't you
go back to the gym

and, uh, I'll see
you there later?

Sure.

He was with the IADC.
Why didn't you get rid of him?

There was no need, my pet.

Morton handled him perfectly
without even knowing it.

'We're too close to the end
to risk any untidiness, Tara.'

Tell Crippin that as soon
as our colleagues return

the transplant will begin.

[dramatic music]

Ira, do you think the man
we're looking for

is still at the data
processing center?

Affirmative, does Steve Trevor
wish me to undo the malfunction

I created
in the university's computer?

Uh, give me five minutes,
then undo it.

Meanwhile, call Diana and tell
her to meet me there right away.

- 'You got that?'
- 10-4.

Alright.

10-4?

[dramatic music]

[tires screeching]

IADC, hold it!

[music continues]

Get moving, fast!

[tires screeching]

[tires screeching]

I'm with the IADC.

[music continues]

Alright, I'm gonna
ask you one more time.

Who are you working for?

He works for Gault Industries.

- Diana.
- Hi, Steve.

Last seen, in fact,
in the office of Mr. Stryker.

So Stryker is behind all this?

Why don't we hear what the man

who faces conspiracy charges has
to say.

Oh, now, look.

Look, Tara Landon

just gave me the information

to put into the computer.

'I just take orders from her.'

What does she want
with Morton Danzig?

I don't know.

Is she trying to make Morton

appear to be
Thomas J. Craddock?

Alright, Morton Danzig
is being held on the estate.

'That's all I know.
I swear it.'

What are you getting at Diana?

Stryker told me
that he's positive.

Thomas J. Craddock is just
a name someone's using

to buy up
Gault Industries' stock.

So whoever is using the name

is probably sabotaging
the company

to drive down
the price of the shares?

Yes, and now it
appears very likely

that Tara Landon
is setting up Morton Danzig

so he can claim
to be Craddock.

But Ira assured me
that before this morning

there was absolutely
no connection

between Danzig
and Gault Industries.

Why would anyone set up
a complete stranger

to take over the company?

I don't know, Steve

but I get the feeling
that all the answers we need

are at the Gault Estate.

[sighs]
I'm going out there.

Now, Diana. Wait for a backup.

Give me a half an hour,
if you don't hear from me

then call a backup.

Diana, now wait a min..

Alright, come on, let's go.

[breathing heavily]

There's a couple of questions
I wanted to ask you.

Oh, they can wait,
can't they?

I don't think so.

[intense music]

What's that for?

Nothing to worry
your head about, Morton.

When you wake up..

...you'll be a new man.

If it's all the same with you,
I'll stick with the old me.

It is all the same with you,
isn't it?

I'm afraid not, my boy.

You see, this job
calls for brawn.

And we supply the brains.

But without this,
how could I remove yours?

I definitely
don't want this job.

Turk.

Don't let him escape,
you idiot!

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

(Gault)
'It's time we met
face to face, so to speak.'

Who are you?

- Where are you?
- 'My name is Harlow Gault.'

And I'm right smack in front
of you, you young dolt.

I don't see anything
but a fish tank.

This fish tank holds
one of the world's

most brilliant
and powerful minds.

You should feel honored
to have been selected

as the receptacle for my genius.

You'll, uh, excuse me
if I don't accept the honor.

[intense music]

I believe Mr. Danzig
is waiting for you, doctor.

[dramatic music]

[instrumental music]

[intense music]

[whirring]

[beeping]

(Gault)
Are you ready, doctor?

Just a few more details.

[instrumental music]

[instrumental music]

[whistle blowing]

[whistle blowing]

[music continues]

[whirring]

What's the delay?

I'm not getting enough current.

[alarm ringing]

Intruder on the grounds.
Heading for the house.

'Alert the guards, Turk.'

Take care of whoever
it is yourself.

Hurry, Crippin.

[dramatic music]

Alright, move, go.
Spread out. Let's go!

Hold it right there!

Continue, you fool.

This is a very
delicate operation.

If I am interrupted,
it could be disastrous.

Whatever it was,
Turk's taking care of it.

Go on with it.

[music continues]

Don't stop, Crippin.

- I'll take care of her.
- Leave it alone.

Powerful as you are, you're
no match for me, Wonder Woman.

Go on with the operation.

No!

[instrumental music]

[rattling]

[whirring]

[whirring]

[music continues]

Let's go.

(Gault)
'Hurry, Crippin!'

[music continues]

Where are..
They were gonna--

No, no.
Not any more, Morton.

They're gone.

[Morton sighs]

[indistinct radio chatter]

It's frightening.
He almost pulled it off.

Gault, using Morton's body

almost took over his own
business empire.

Only this time as
a vibrant young man

instead of a dying
70-year-old.

Yeah, but the trouble
is there's only one thing

Gault can do,
and that's try again.

(Steve)
'I'm afraid we haven't
heard the last of him.'

- Who knows what he'll try next?
- Hmm.

[instrumental music]

This is the best I could do.

That, that Tara, she had
a lot of wigs upstairs.

Well, h-how does it look?

Well, I don't know, Morton.

I think it looks kind of cute.

[laughing]

[instrumental music]

[theme song]

♪ Wonder Woman ♪

♪ Wonder Woman ♪

♪ Wonder Woman ♪♪