All language subtitles for supercar.s01e02

- Well, friend Zarin.

And what did you think of that?

Oh, I liked
it, Master spy, very much.

But I prefer Westerns.

- You fool.

We seek not to rival the
motion picture of people,

but to gain valuable information.

Oh.

- Three days ago I took that film.

From it you will observe
the way Supercar is flown,

and in a few hours, my friend,

assisted by these careful observations,

we shall be flying Supercar ourselves.

- Ourselves?

Flying Supercar.

But how is this possible?

- That machine has crossed
our path once too often.

If we are to pursue our
activities without hindrance,

we have no alternative but to, well, uh-

- Steal it.

- Your choice of phrase, friend Zarin,

is blunt to the point of crudity.

Let us say, rather, we
shall acquire it.

- But how shall we arrange this?

- Takeover?

Simple, my friend.

Always these people are ready
to answer a call for help,

so we will call and they will answer,

and we will help.

We will help ourselves
to Supercar.

- Good, Master spy.

Very good.

Yet if they come here, will
they not smell the trick?

- They will come, but not here.

We shall receive them, um,
somewhere inaccessible.

Somewhere, uh.

Yes.

Somewhere high up in the mountains.

I've done the external
check like you said, Mike.

- Fine, Jimmy.

I know it's an easy job,

but it makes you one of the team

and it saves us time.

Anything to report?

- No, sir. Not a thing.

Everything's just great.

- Mike?

Ready to test remote, Mike,
if you'd like to come up.

- Okay, Professor.

- Steady frequency, please, Dr. Beaker.

- Steady it is.

I think we could manage that.

Don't you think, Mitch?

Yes, I, I see you do think.

- Steady at 36 megacycles, Doctor.

You see, Mike, this
improved remote control

has two modifications.

By isolating the
frequency and steadying it

at a level where outside interference

is cut to a minimum, we get
instant and positive response.

Well, we have Dr. Beaker to thank

for sorting that one out.

Just a minute, Mike, while
I answer the telephone.

- Guess it's a good idea that
Doc Beaker's around, Jimmy.

- Hello? Yes?

Who is that calling?

- Professor Pop kiss,
this is Sergeant Petrie,

Nevada State Police.

We have received a distress call

and we think only you can help.

- But why do you think?

Yes, I know you have
rough details of my work

for security reasons only.

- But the state police
can't possibly reach

this spot in time.

We think that you and you alone can help.

- I see, that's about 180
miles north east from here, yes?

Of course we will.

- And we, friend Zarin, we
will go and wait for them.

- Eh, the test, I assume
it was satisfactory?

- Fine, Doc.

- Well, then why-

- We have had an urgent telephone call.

- From the police.

- They need our help.

They've picked up a distress signal

from two geologists on a
research trip in the mountains.

Did you get the position, Mike?

- Sure did.

180 miles north east of here.

I figure that's in the
Sierra Nevada Mountains.

- That's where I made it, too.

One of them is badly hurt apparently,

and that's why the police called us.

- That's right.

They know we've rescued people before.

Me and Bill for a start.

- Well, what are we waitin' for?

It's gettin' on for dark already.

- Well, I think I'll come, too.

I used to do first aid at school

when I was younger.

- On your mark.

- Ready it is.

- Charging both, then.

- Comfortable, Dr. Beaker?

Fire one!

Fire two!

On the button, firing steadily.

Ready for take off.

Okay, Dr. Beaker?

- Yeah, ready, pilot.

- Roof doors open.

- Open.

Good luck, both of you.

Console here, Mike.

How's everything?

- Calling console.

Hello, Professor.

Everything's fine up here.

Except it's gettin' dark.

- Have you marked the position

of the distress call on your plan?

Roger. Position marked.

- Looks alright down here, Mike.

You've got about 40 miles
to go yet, I should think.

- Check.

Give us about five minutes

and we'll take a look lower down.

Right now it looks pretty jagged.

I'll show you on the Clear view.

- How well can you see, Mike?

- Not far, I guess.

Clear view's still okay, though.

Soon as we get there I'm gonna set down.

Looks pretty rough down there, Dr. Beaker.

What do you think?

- Eh, whatever you, eh,

decide will be okay with me, Mike.

Good.

Then I say we land now and
make a camp for the night.

It's one chance in a thousand
we'll land near enough

to them to see them straight away,

or for them to see us for that matter.

- We must congratulate them
for their accurate map reading.

They have come to the exact spot.

Well, she's down.

More luck than skill, I guess.

Now to make camp.

Pilot calling console.

I've landed safely and we'll
call you in 15 minutes, over.

- Roger, pilot.

Down safely, Jimmy.

- Any sign of the two men?

- Now, Jimmy, they've got
to get organised first.

- Curious. Most curious.

Theoretically it should work.

Simple conversion of
kinetic energy into heat

at the rate of 4.2 joules per calorie.

Never could do it, even in the Boy Scouts.

- You want a lighter?

- No thank you.

I have some matches.

But it's not quite the same thing, is it?

- Ah-ha, they build a fire.

- Ooh.

They are wise.

- No, friend Zarin, they are unwise,

for as they sit in their circle of light,

we shall approach
unobserved from the shadows.

- Satisfactory.

Most satisfactory.

- And we'll soon have some
hot coffee to warm us up.

- I wonder where those two men are.

My, uh.

Sixth sense tells me they
must be close at hand.

- Maybe, but unless your sixth
sense can see in the dark,

Doc, we'll have to leave it till morning.

Need a mountain goat to
climb this by moonlight.

- True.

We did not expect the
terrain to be so difficult.

- Okay, you pour the coffee
and I'll call up the prof.

- They ought a be calling
any minute, Professor,

don't you reckon?

- They should, Jimmy.

We'll have them.

Where is Mitch, by the way.

- Oh, he went out a while back.

He seems to like midnight walks outdoors.

- Calling console.

Calling console, this is Mike.

- Hello, Mike.

- Hello, Professor.

It's too dark to search
tonight, so we're turning in.

We'll start first thing in the morning

and call you before we start, okay?

- Right, Mike.

We'll turn in, too, but
we'll leave the speaker

switched on so I will hear
you when you call again.

- Roger, Professor. And out.

Sleep well.

- NOW. Master spy?

- Wait, you fool.

Wait until friend Mercury has got back.

Then we will attack while they sleep.

That sure was a
good mug of coffee, Doc.

It was pleasant.

Most pleasant.

I feel we should do this more often.

You like the
great outdoors, do ya, Doc?

Well, I'm right with ya.

Now let's grab some sleep.

We gotta be up real early in the morning.

- Now, a few minutes more, friend Zarin,

and we will overcome them.

- Well, Jimmy, I should think
that's all until morning.

Did you find Mitch?

- No, but he'll be okay.

He comes in through the skylight.

It's real cold out, though.

You reckon Mike and Dr.
Beaker will be all right?

- Oh, yes.

Mike knows how to take care of himself,

and so does Dr. Beaker.

I expect he can't wait to get a chance

to use his first aid kit
when they find those two men.

- Too easy, was it not, friend Zarin?

The great Mr. Mercury

and the knowledgeable Dr. Beaker,

doped with the ether from
their own first aid books.

- Good, Master spy.

Very good.

And now we take the car, no?

- For once you are right, friend Zarin.

Yes.

Now we take the car.

So now at least we can
see what we are doing.

Now I shall try to start this thing.

- Are you sure, Master spy?

I think I'd rather walk.

Walk? You fool.

Where to?

We are miles from anywhere.

Mmm, this must be the main
control stick, I think.

But how to start the motors?

Ah, this is it.

So, are you satisfied, friend Zarin?

We are still alive, yes?

Now let us try to fire these engines.

- Please, Master spy.

Be careful.

- Careful?

I have not reached this
far in order to be careful.

- What has happened, Master spy?

What have you done?

- Blown us all to kingdom come, you idiot.

What do you think?

- Let me out!

- Stay where you are!

Nothing has happened yet.

- I know.

That is why I wish to get
out, before it happens.

- Nothing will happen.

So, now we shall see.

- Oh, oh, I feel air sick.

- You fool, we are still on the ground.

- I still feel air sick.

- Silence!

- More power, I think.

" No!

Please!

- So that is better.

Well, friend Zarin, do you not think

I make a fine pilot?

- Very good, Master spy.

Very good, indeed.

Now we must find a place to land.

I shall go down near
to the ground and look.

- Be careful, Master spy.

- If you tell me once more
to be careful, friend Zarin!

- But you are going too low!

- Then why did you not say so?

There, that is better, I think.

Did you say something, friend Zarin?

What's happened?

- I do not know.

It was not anything I did.

- Master spy, do not do that.

- I tell you I'm doing nothing.

- Mitch?

Is that you, Mitch?

" Stop!

Stop!

I want to get out!

- I cannot stop.

Something is wrong with this machine.

Help!
Help!

Stop it!

Oh!

Why did I ever come?

This blasted
machine keeps.

- Professor? Professor!

- What is it, Jimmy?

Not another nightmare?

- I heard voices coming from the workshop.

Mitch! Stop it!

I see what has happened.

It is they at the laboratory.

I heard that boy's voice.

- Console to pilot, console to pilot.

We have you under control.

What is wrong? Answer, please.

- Answer, please, Master spy, answer.

Let them put us safely
down on the ground again.

- Silence!

It is I who make the decisions!

- What's up, Professor?

Why don't they answer?

- I don't know, Jimmy.

There is something strange going on.

Mike would know what to do
if the transmitter failed.

Console to pilot, do you read me?

Switch to emergency call at once.

We do not read you here.

Help!

Professor Pop kiss, we give up!

What are
you saying, you fool!

- Professor, it's not Mike.

I thought it wasn't his voice.

It's Master spy!

- Yes, you are right.

This is Master spy, Professor Pop kiss.

Your cursed machine has beaten us.

- Then where are Mike and Dr. Beaker?

- That I will not tell
you unless you put us down

at once, safely.

- I shall do no such thing.

There is an easy way out of that one.

Console to pilot.

Am now handing you over
to our remote operator.

All yours, Mitch.

You'd be interested to know, Master spy,

that Mitch is a monkey,

but reasonably skilled
nevertheless.

— A monkey!

No, no, enough.

We will tell you where they are.

Only put us down.

- On the contrary, Master spy,

you are going back to
wherever you left them.

They may be in serious trouble.

- Oh, how's your head, Dr. Beaker?

- It feels as though an army,

a positive army of pachyderms

were trampling across the top of me.

- Well, they sure fooled us that time.

Doped us with our own ether.

- Mmm, to be sure, to be sure.

Well, this will, uh,

teach me not to place too much reliance

on a man of action such
as yourself in the future.

- Okay, Dr. Beaker, okay.

You win.

- The point seems to me to be

what are we to do now
in these circumstances?

- Well, there's not much we can do except

get set for a nice, long walk.

- Look at the dashboard, Master spy.

Find the switch marked
Clear view and switch it on.

- I have it.

- Now with any luck.

There we are, Jimmy.

I thought it would still be there.

All right, Master spy.

Just sit back and relax.

We will fly you safely
back from where you came.

- Speaking philosophically,

I suppose this will
teach us in the future to

look more carefully before we leap.

- Okay, Doc, let's go.

Around here it pays to get
your walking done early

before the sun gets too hot.

- Eh, just a moment, my dear fellow.

I had the distinct
impression I heard something.

Yeah.

Reckon I do, too.

- I believe, I believe, mind you,

that it's Supercar returning!

- You're right, Dr. Beaker!

There she is!

- Well, they are down all right.

We can leave them quite safely to Mike

and Dr. Beaker, don't you think?

- What are you going to
do with us, Mr. Mercury?

- Well, now, I'm sure sorry
we can't give you a lift,

but we've got all this baggage.

- They, um, they look a little pale.

Perhaps if they were to take the, uh,

15-mile walk that was
to have been our lot.

- 15 miles?

But.

My feet.

- Pah, first your stomach.

Then your feet.

Be silent, worm!

So.

It seems you win again, Mr. Mercury.

- Well, reckon Mitch has
come to the rescue again.

You think
Master spy and Zarin

will be all right?

- Well, tired after their walk maybe.

Come to think of it, Master spy
could lose a little weight.

- Anyway, I would not say that our journey

had been entirely without profit.

Why, Doctor?

What have you found?

- Well, it's rather curious in a way,

seeing that we were
supposed to be rescuing

the two members of a
geological expedition.

While you were packing up the tent, Mike,

I found this.

- What is it, Dr. Beaker?

Is it gold?

- Eh. gold?

Oh, no, no, no, Jimmy.

There wouldn't be any
gold where we landed.

There's too much limestone about for that.

No, there are some fossils of, um,

considerable interest embedded
in this piece of rock,

possibly trilobites of
the late Cambrian period,

but I would have to
examine them more closely.

- Let's go have a little breakfast, huh?

The analytic mind seems
to be hard at work again.

First, I guess there's
one more thing.

Okay, Professor.

- Okay, Mike.

Here she goes.

J' Supercar J'

J' Supercar J'

J' With beauty and grace J'

J' As swift as can be J'

J' Watch it flying through the air J'

J' It travels in space or under the sea J'

J' And it can journey anywhere J'

J' Supercar J'

J' Supercar J'

J' It travels on land or roams the skies J'

J' Through the heaven's stormy rage J'

J' It's Mercury manned and everyone cries J'

J' It's the marvel of the age J'

J' Supercar J'

J' Supercar J'

Supercar!