Original subtitles

[lively music]

♪ Supercar

♪ Supercar

♪ With beauty and grace, as swift as can be ♪

♪ Watch it flying through the air ♪

♪ It travels in space or under the sea ♪

♪ And it can journey anywhere

♪ Supercar

♪ Supercar

♪ It travels on land or roams the skies ♪

♪ Through the heavens' stormy rage ♪

♪ It's Mercury-manned, and everyone cries ♪

♪ It's the marvel of the age

♪ Supercar

♪ Supercar

♪ Supercar

[mellow music]

[beeping]

- Satisfactory, most satisfactory.

[chuckling]

- [Mike] Dr. Beaker? - What, what, what, what?

- How about a second slice of toast all around?

Or will we have to wait until dinner?

- I think he may be having a little trouble.

- I'll say.

He's using 25,000 watts of electricity

to cook one slice at a time.

It's a good thing we make our own.

[screeching]

- Anything in the paper, Mike?

- Not much.

Three more people in Wyoming have seen a flying saucer.

Do you suppose that could've been us?

[hooting]

- Quiet, Mitch.

- And the president of the Palota Islands,

wherever they may be, has, and I quote,

"Without warning changed the usual calm and peaceful islands

"into a tightly controlled police state."

There's a picture of him here.

He seems to be rounding up everybody and

tossing them into jail.

And I quote again, "As yet there has been no bloodshed."

I wonder why it is every now and again

this sort of thing brews up?

Ah well, it doesn't affect us.

For Pete's sake!

- Second round of toast, anyone?

- That is toast?

- Not perfect, I agree.

What was that chap's name you were reading about?

- Uh, General Sebastian Laguava.

Supreme Exalted President of the islands of Palota.

Hey, where are they, Doc?

- Somewhere in the middle of the Pacific,

if my memory serves me correctly.

[phone ringing]

I'll get it.

- Hey, still no toast.

[screeching]

- Never mind, breakfast is just about over.

- It's kinda funny, though.

I mean, it's not as though there were

a revolution going on in this Palota Islands.

It seems this General Sebastian Laguava

has bene a good ruler up till now.

Do you suppose the heat's beginning to get him or something?

- [Beaker] Mike, you've got a job.

- What, Dr. Beaker?

- That was an urgent call for Supercar.

- Supercar? Who from?

- He wouldn't give any name.

He just said that he wants you to fly Supercar to,

um, let me see now.

Yes, longitude 23.20, latitude 110.10.

- [Mike] And just when does he want me?

- [Beaker] Well, actually, he said now.

- Oh, he did, did he?

And we remember what happened last time

we answered an anonymous distress call.

It was a phony call from Masterspy,

and we spent a cold night in the mountains.

This time I think we'll just stay home.

- But suppose it really is someone in trouble.

And besides, Mike, just because it was Masterspy

last time, there is no reason to-

- You mean he wouldn't try it twice, is that it?

- Yes, I'm inclined to agree with the professor.

I do not think it was Masterspy this time.

- Okay, so I'm elected, right?

- [All] Right.

- All right, but remember, I told you so.

Ready, Professor? - Ready when you are, Mike.

- Charging port.

7,000.

9,000.

11,000.

13,000.

14,000.

15,000. - Interlock on.

- Interlock on, check.

Charging starboard.

9,000.

11.

13.

15,000. - Interlock on, ready to fire.

- Okay, fire one.

Fire two.

Ready to take off.

- Ready, Dr. Beaker?

- Ready. - Full boost, then.

- Roof doors open.

- Here it goes.

[dramatic music]

- Come in, pilot.

- Calling console.

Now let's see where I'm supposed to be going.

I got it.

At the tip of southern California.

Nothing much there except a mountain or two.

I'll mark it on clear view so as you can see it.

- I don't see why anyone would be there in the first place.

- Maybe it's somebody marooned there from a shipwreck.

- All right, Mike.

We've got it.

Carry on and call us again when you get there.

- Pilot to console. Approaching rendezvous.

- We have your position. What can you see?

- Nothing from this height.

Losing altitude.

Can't see anything yet.

Coming down to 10,000.

Hold it.

I can see a white cloth of some sort.

It might be a landing signal.

That's it. I'm going in to land.

- Be cautious, Mike!

- Don't worry.

If anybody tries some rough stuff on me,

he'll be sorry.

- Can you see anything, Mike?

- Well, folks, it's certainly a wonderful day out here.

Not a soul in sight, though.

Hold it!

There's somebody coming out to meet me.

He looks unarmed.

I'll keep switched on so you can hear what goes on.

Hi there.

- Have I the honor of addressing Mr. Mike Mercury?

- That's me. Who are you?

- Permit me.

I am General Sebastion Cabrilla de la Pastiola Laguava.

At your service, by my life and honor.

- General Laguava? It can't be.

- Permit me my name, if you please.

- But we were reading about you this morning,

an hour ago in the newspaper.

- So, it has already reached the newspapers.

But I doubt very much, sir,

if it was the truth that you read.

- Did you hear that, Dr. Beaker?

- Well, in case it's news to you,

you're supposed to be terrorizing

the islands of Palota right now.

- You will forgive me, Mr. Mercury.

Not I.

I stand here with you.

It is my brother, Colonel Humberto Laguava,

who is in the islands of Palota at this moment.

It is for this reason, sir, that I have asked your help.

[speaking indistinctly]

- Pig! Son of a pig!

Brother of the daughter of a pig!

What have I in front of me?

[speaking indistinctly]

Should I care where your eyes are, pig?

The newspaper, it speaks of a police state!

Yes, here!

I do not wish for my affairs to be spread

for the world to hear.

Who has allowed this?

[speaking indistinctly]

So, then watch your own neck, idiot.

That it is not chopped off as well.

And deny this story, do you hear me?

Deny it!

- You see, sir, how it is.

You yourself hesitate to believe me.

So does the world.

And besides, who would want to help me?

We are the sons of noble ancestors, sir,

yet my brother behaves like an animal.

I had heard of your wonderful Supercar,

and I know that you are a good man, Mike Mercury.

Will you help me?

- Professor, you heard.

What do you think? - Go ahead, Mike.

Whatever you think best.

- General Laguava, we are at your service.

- Great men always live surrounded by fools.

I am no exception.

Fortunately, there is little that stupid brother of mine

can do at present.

- I will admit, though I had heard of your Supercar,

I did not truly believe it until now.

But we are still only two against many.

What will you do?

- Well, the way I figure it is this.

We fly over the islands, and you can show me the layout.

- But will we not be seen from below?

- Not at the height we're gonna fly, General.

We've got this gadget with the long-focus lens.

- Indeed.

And with this, you can see from such a height

that watchers below will not, in turn, see you.

- Correct.

Now show me where your brother the colonel's

headquarters are, and we'll come in low out of the sun

and surprise him.

But not now, we'll wait until sunset.

Are any of the islands of Palota small enough

not to have people on them?

- Small enough for us to wait on until evening,

I take it you mean, sir?

I think so. - Right.

Then that's the way we play it, okay with you?

- I am at your service, Mike Mercury.

[lively music]

- What's the time, Dr. Beaker?

- It's six o'clock.

Oh, it's been a long day, has it not?

- It always seems that way when you've

nothing to do but wait.

But Mike and the general should be about ready

to take off by now.

Sunset, Mike said.

- Right, General, phase one went all right.

Ready for phase two?

- I am impressed by your patience, Mike Mercury.

For myself, this has been one of

the longest days I can remember.

- It's always worth waiting until things are in your favor.

And they'll never see us coming out of that sunset.

Now let's go.

- Console to pilot. Come in, Supercar.

He should be answering by now, it's getting late.

- Supercar to console.

We're airborne for phase two now.

Nice evening, too.

Should be coming in for our final run

in about three minutes.

Altitude 300 feet, speed 750 knots.

Commencing final dive now.

All right, General? - Thank you.

- Nobody's likely to spot us at this height.

I hope.

- Por dios, no!

A flying saucer!

[ominous music]

[phone ringing]

I tell you, yes, excellency!

Yes, a flying saucer!

- These do not exist, donkey!

Do not fool with me, or-

- But it is true, excellency!

On my life I swear it.

Coming this way.

- Very well, fool.

But for your sake, be right.

- Hello, console. No sign of life yet.

Half a mile from shore, throttling back.

- Yes, shoot it down, at once!

I do not care what it is.

It has no right to come here and bother me.

- Crossing shore now.

Not a peep.

[shouting]

I spoke too soon, General.

Looks like we've hit trouble.

- That's it! Hit it, donkeys!

A prize for the gunner who shoots it down.

I, the Colonel Laguava, order it to be destroyed!

- Sorry, Professor.

They haven't much of an idea, but they're getting close,

just the same.

And I can't land now that we've been spotted.

You got any suggestions?

And make it fast, one of those clowns down there

might hit us by accident.

- I don't know, Mike.

- The solution is obvious at once.

- It is? - What, Beaker?

- Sham dead.

Play opossum, pretend to have been hit

and then crash into the sea.

- [Mike] I hear ya, Doc. What then?

- Approach the island underwater.

Take the defense by surprise.

- It's an idea. But difficult.

You game, General?

- Where you lead, Mike Mercury, I follow.

You know your machine.

- Okay, we'll give it a try.

Fasten your seatbelt, we're going into a spin.

Here we go.

Hold onto your seat, General.

There's gonna be some splash when we hit.

Hope I can bring her out of this spin

low enough to fool 'em, and still have enough room

to make a landing.

- Be careful not to damage the hull on impact, Mike.

- I've got her under control, just about.

Coming in shallow dive at 100 feet.

50.

Brace yourself, this is gonna be tough.

- I am ready. - We're going in now.

- Mike, are you all right?

- Come in, pilot!

Are you hurt?

- Cease firing, fools!

Do not waste the bullets.

[dramatic music]

Well done, soldiers.

You have fought well, and I,

Colonel Humberto Laguava, declare this evening a holiday!

Eat, my friends!

Laugh, sing!

Nothing can withstand us now!

- Well, General, do you think we fooled them?

- My dear sir, I am amazed.

This machine, this Supercar, what can it not do?

- Well, very little.

And now I'd better give her some forward drive.

Nobody can see us now.

[mellow music]

- At what depth are we?

- Oh, not much, 20 feet.

It's a pity it's getting dark.

We've got lights, but I don't dare use them.

We'd be spotted.

- What do you intend to do now?

- Well, by the time we make shore, it'll be almost dark.

If we're spotted, we'll make a fight of it.

If not, we'll sneak up as near Humberto's headquarters

as we can and see what we can do.

Uh-oh, trouble.

It's a net.

You didn't tell me your brother was this well prepared.

What was he expecting, mass attack by submarines?

- I admit, I am surprised.

Could it be a fishing net?

- With that size mesh, General, and made of steel cable?

That's an anti-submarine net.

But I think we can just get under it.

I doubt if it's wired to a warning system.

Full speed ahead.

- But can we get through without damage?

- Yeah, if the canopy doesn't shatter.

[ominous music]

This isn't gonna do the paint any good.

Phew, that's it, I reckon.

- Nothing seems to bother you, Mike Mercury.

Is that not so?

- Oh, it bothers me, all right.

We've been in tight spots before, me and Supercar,

and so far we've always got out.

We should be somewhere near the shore by now.

Let's take a look.

Depth, eight feet, more or less.

Up periscope.

Right, now let's take a look around

and see where we are.

No sign of life.

- Well, if my brother believes himself the victor,

there will be feasting in the village.

- You mean there won't be any guards?

- I know my countrymen, Mike Mercury.

At fiesta time, it is a rare sentry who stands to his post.

- I think it's time we surfaced

and called the others back home.

They'll be getting worried about us.

- He said 10 minutes, Professor.

He oughta be up by now.

- Perhaps he's run into some kind of obstacle.

- Or perhaps he's searching for a place to surface

without being seen.

They're bound to have the island well-guarded.

[cheering]

- Play on, my children.

Tomorrow I shall put the taxes up by half.

Where is the sense of being a dictator

if one cannot make a profit out of one's subjects?

[chuckling]

[suspenseful music]

- You don't suppose Humberto has got

a mine field up his sleeve?

- That I doubt, Mike Mercury.

A net, yes.

A mine field, no.

- Blowing ballast tanks, port and starboard.

And now to contact the professor and Beaker.

Pilot to console, pilot to console.

Do you read me? - It's them!

- Hello, Supercar, we read you.

- Good.

We're about 20 yards offshore.

There's no sign of any opposition,

and General Laguava thinks all the islanders

will be having a little celebration about our accident.

- That sounds convenient, Mike.

What are you going to do?

- Fly right in with Supercar and show them

they're celebrating too early.

- Can you see anything, Mike?

Not a thing.

But we can hear some sort of barbecue going on

about a couple of miles away.

- Did I not tell you, Mr. Mercury?

My people are simple.

They cannot hold to any purpose for long.

There will be no sentries.

[hiccuping]

- Looks like you were right, General.

Calling console, I'm taking off now.

- Be careful now, Mike.

- I know what you're thinking, Professor.

Now don't worry.

Nobody's going to get hurt if I can help it.

- Thank you, Mike Mercury.

- Okay, General.

I guess I know how you feel.

Switching to open drive.

You ready, General?

Then let's go.

Full throttle vertical.

If this doesn't disturb them, General, nothing will.

- Aha!

What is that, I ask myself, and I answer myself,

Pablo, it is nothing to do with you.

Niente.

- Whatever happens, Mike Mercury,

you will be careful of my people.

- You leave it to me.

- And my brother.

He has behaved badly, but I wish him no harm.

- Don't worry, General.

With the element of surprise on our side,

we should be able to take over without trouble.

- Listen to them!

The fools.

They will all be sleepy, and all less inclined to argue.

[laughing]

Yes, tomorrow, I decree the building of a new palace!

This place is fit only for pigs.

[shouting]

What do I hear?

What are the fools at now?

- Colonel, Excellency!

Excellency, it is here!

- What is here, donkey idiot, why?

- Please, Excellency, we have seen it!

The people! - The people?

Curse the people for a pack of stupid apes.

[dramatic music]

What do I care what they have seen?

Out of my way!

- Cutting vertical drive.

Okay, General, it's all yours.

- Colonel.

Colonel Humberto Laguava!

It is I, your brother, returned.

- Get out! Get out, I have no brother!

- [Sebastian] Lay down your arms.

Your president orders it.

- Never! Get out!

Before I make you sorry!

- I'm afraid he's gonna need a little persuasion.

- No, Mike Mercury.

True, he's not fit even to wear

the insignia of an officer, but I would not wish-

- See how you like this!

[gunshots]

And this!

- Douse the lights, quick!

Third switch on the left.

- I still see you!

Swine!

- But not for long.

[gunshots]

Okay, that'll be all from you.

And since the president considers you unfit

to wear an officer's insignia...

- Sir, I- I thank you.

And my country will too, when they learn the truth.

If you will excuse me now, however,

I have much to do.

Much to put right.

[upbeat music]

- What's in the paper, Mike?

- An unknown American pilot was awarded, and I quote,

"The Supreme Order of the Golden Star of Palota,

"for services rendered."

And now, if you don't mind,

the holder of the Supreme Order of the Golden Star of Palota

would like a second piece of toast.

Or do we have to wait until dinner?

Subtitles: Kilo

[lively music]

♪ Supercar

♪ Supercar

♪ With beauty and grace, as swift as can be ♪

♪ Watch it flying through the air ♪

♪ It travels in space or under the sea ♪

♪ And it can journey anywhere

♪ Supercar

♪ Supercar

♪ It travels on land or roams the skies ♪

♪ Through the heavens' stormy rage ♪

♪ It's Mercury-manned, and everyone cries ♪

♪ It's the marvel of the age

♪ Supercar

♪ Supercar

♪ Supercar