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[engine roaring]
[engine accelerating]
♪ 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 sky
♪ Through the heavens stormy rage ♪
♪ It's Mercury manned
♪ And everyone cries
♪ It's the marvel of the age
♪ Supercar
♪ Supercar
Supercar!
[sonic boom thunders]
[exciting espionage music]
[playfully exciting music]
[engine roaring]
[engine accelerates and whines]
[engine roaring]
[engine decelerates and whines]
- [Professor] That fourth engine always winds up slowing
when there's humidity's atmosphere.
- Yeah, but it's so seldom damp out here,
it's not worth air conditioning the place.
- [Jimmy] Anyway, it's running smoothly now.
- Just as well, I guess,
if we're letting the press boys know about it.
- [Professor] What do you mean?
- Why, the Greyburn News Agency.
You've contacted them, haven't you?
- [Professor] I don't understand, Mike.
I've said nothing to anyone.
- Well, that's mighty strange.
- Why should I talk to these Greyburn people?
Supercar is top secret!
- Well, when I was in town ordering supplies,
some guy came up and started asking questions.
He knew who I was and about you and Supercar, too.
So I reckoned you must have told the press.
- I tell you no. Who was this man?
- Well, like I said, he was from the Greyburn News Agency.
- So you see, Friend Zarin, all is so simple.
A counterfeit news agency corps,
a short interview, and I am on the track of what I want.
- Good Master Spy! Good!
It was a clever trick.
- But naturally it was clever.
You expect Master Spy to play the fool?
Do you!
- No! No!
You, Master Spy, never!
- Very well, but you? Did you do your part?
The man Mercury, did you follow him?
- I followed him. - Excellent.
Then show me, where is this desert laboratory.
- [Zarin] Here, Master Spy.
- So, a place of extreme isolation.
[chuckles menacingly]
That is to our advantage.
They will not expect visitors,
least of all will they be prepared for Master Spy. [laughs]
[sinister music]
- I'll tell you what, let's forget this guy,
for the moment, anyway.
The next move's up to him in any case.
- All right, Mike, as you say,
there's nothing for us to do at the moment.
What do you want to look at, Jimmy?
- Well, Dr. Beaker was doing something earlier this morning,
but he was too busy to show me.
- Yeah, he usually is.
- And Mitch was with him, too.
Come to thing of it, I haven't seen Mitch all morning.
[high-pitched squealing]
[Mitch gasps then hoots and hollers]
- I don't know what that is, Jimmy,
but I'll bet it's Beaker.
[low frequency pulsing] - Me, too.
Let's go and see what he's cooked up.
[playful music]
- Satisfactory.
Mmmm, most satisfactory.
- Well, what is it Dr. Beaker?
- Well, uh, I think it'd be rather too difficult
to explain to the non-scientist.
Roughly speaking, however, to the hub of the matter is
in this small black box.
Mmm, well, it's hardly out of the design stage, of course.
- Well, what is it, doctor?
A secret weapon or a device for scaring sharks?
- I must beg you to be serious.
It's taken me a good deal of time to develop.
[Mitch chattering and high-pitched whistling]
- Well, it sure seems to have scared Mitch.
At least it's made him pretty mad.
- [screams] Hoo-hoo-hoo!
- You see what I mean, Dr. Beaker?
Now come on, what is it?
Plain language that we can understand, please.
- Yeah, Dr. Beaker, what's it for?
- Well, it's a, it's really all quite simple
once you understand it.
The cathode ray tube here draws a signal
from that box here and registers an impulse when it does so.
At the same time, audible warning is given
from the speaker up there. [high pitched squealing]
There, you see? [lower frequency pulsing]
And, you know, that's really very near all there is to it.
Now if I could only get some sort of reasonable balance
on the amplify here, I could, um...
- Yes, Dr. Beaker, but what's it for?
Well, I guess we aren't going to get through
to Dr. Beaker for the moment.
I'll tell you what, Jimmy,
there's something you could do for me.
- What's that, Mike?
- Well, you could help me look around all these benches
for anything, any papers, drawings to do with Supercar.
Then I think we'll put them in the safe.
- Gee, Mike, you mean 'cause of that man you talked to?
Then you are worried about him, just like the professor is.
- Well, let's not say worried.
Let's just say that there's no use taking
unnecessary chances.
All that stuff ought to be locked up anyway.
[foreboding music]
Well, that's about it.
You know, working in a place like this, professor,
sometimes there gets to be more stuff lying around
than you ever dreamed was possible.
- I have no doubt, what with you in charge of things, Mike,
things are going to be much more tidy from now on. [laughs]
What do you think we should do with the papers,
now you've collected them all?
- Well, I suppose Jimmy can take them downstairs
and put 'em in the safe.
Think you can mange that, Jimmy?
- Sure I can.
- OK, then.
- [chuckles] He's a nice kid, that Jimmy.
Always ready to help.
[playfully mysterious music]
[dramatic music]
- Good day, professor, Mr. Mercury.
- Master Spy! What are you doing here?
- I have come to finish our discussion about Supercar.
- So it was you in disguise as the news reporter.
I might a guessed.
- [chuckles menacingly] But you didn't, did you?
This is a nice place you have here, professor.
And that I think is your Supercar.
- That is none of your business!
- That's where you're wrong, professor.
It is my business.
You see, I have come to take something away with me.
I heard you from the gallery, professor,
and I think what want is in that suitcase.
Come back here, boy!
[dark foreboding music]
- Do as he says, Jimmy.
- That is right, my friends.
Do just as I say.
[sinister music]
Do not move, anyone.
- Hey, what's he doing?
That crazy fool, he's got a lighter!
He messes around with that,
this place'll go up like a volcano!
- [chuckles] You are right, Mr. Mercury.
If you do not so as I say,
Supercar is going to go up in flames. [laughs]
- I say, excuse me, is there a smell of gasoline about,
or am I imagining it?
My dear sir, do you realize you are positively paddling
in aviation spirit?
- Idiot! Of course I know!
- I can't say I approve of your manners.
Besides, I have work to do.
And for goodness sake, put that think away!
There's some sort of leak somewhere.
Professor! Professor! - All right, Dr. Beaker!
Everything will be all right soon!
We have Master Spy with us.
- Good heavens! Master Spy!
- At your service, Dr. Beaker.
- Well, I've got work to do, if you'll excuse me.
- Oh-ho! [chuckles] And what work is that?
[dramatic music]
- Seem to have heard that question before.
If he's any better than us at getting an explanation
out of Beaker, I'll be surprised.
- My dear sir, it would take far too much time
to explain to you now.
My work is vital to the functioning of Supercar.
- Is that so, Mr. Beaker?
- Hmm-mmm, what, what, what?
- What is that you are handling now?
- This is part of the flight control system.
It's something quite new.
Supercar cannot be expected to fly without it, yes.
If you'll excuse me, I'm doing important work on it.
- So...
Is it completed?
- Oh, yes, yes, just testing it now.
Of course, it will revolutionize ordinary flying, too.
- Really, sometimes I think Beaker is just not with us!
What on Earth does he think he's doing?
- Thank you, Dr. Beaker.
Now listen, all of you, do just as I say.
I am sorry, but I have to leave you now.
I shall take your case with me.
Put it down. [dramatic music]
And I will trouble you for that box, Dr. Beaker.
- I say, I'd rather you didn't.
- Oh, great!
We're gonna let him get away with a bunch of plans
and whatever it is Beaker's just dreamed up.
- Yes, we are.
Mike, you know just as well as I do
that it would only take a second to drop that lighter
and send the whole place up.
We can't risk it!
- Very wise, professor. [chuckles]
And in case you thought of following me. [laughs]
- [Mike] Get an extinguisher!
There's gasoline all over the place!
[intense musical flourish]
[dark dramatic music]
OK for the moment. Main current off, professor?
- Yes. - And nobody hurt, right?
- I'm OK, Mike. So's Mitch.
- Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
- Surely, I'm going to let that Russian get away.
Actually, it doesn't matter much.
I better go and, uh, ascertain
that my equipment is all right.
- Oh, great, fine help he is.
Hands over a bonus, free of charge,
and now he says it doesn't matter much!
- Ah, stop worrying, Mike.
The important thing to find out is
how much damage has been done to the equipment.
- Sure thing, professor.
Also, how long it'll take to fix it,
so we can get after that guy.
[intense music]
There, it begins to look a bit more reasonable.
How are you making out, professor?
- It will work, I think, Mike.
Give us a few more hours.
We don't want to take any risks.
- A few more hours!
Oh, I suppose you're right, professor.
He's already got too much of a head start on us.
- What do you mean, Mike?
Won't we be able to find him and the plans?
What are we gonna do then?
- I don't know.
I suppose we'll have to call in the police.
What do you think, professor?
- I suppose so, but I don't want to.
I don't want to have everyone know all about Supercar,
and if we call in the police, there will be reporters,
real ones this time.
- Yeah, I guess you're right.
But I don't see what else we can do.
[high pitched squealing] [dramatic musical flourish]
- Gee, what was that?
[vibrating high-pitched squealing]
- [Mike] Say, Dr. Beaker, I thought you gave Master Spy
the project you were working on.
- Ah, quite so.
He did, in fact, take it with him.
I'm afraid I was perhaps guilty of a small deception.
The apparatus in question was nothing to do
with the control system.
- [Jimmy] Then what is it, Dr. Beaker?
- Well, actually it's a form of, mmm, uh...
Direction finding apparatus.
That box he took away with him was, so to speak,
the transmitter.
I was designing a navigation aide for Supercar,
and I thought that it--
- You mean to say, Dr. Beaker, that that guy has taken
with him some sort of radio transmitter?
- Yes.
- And you can tell what direction he's gone?
- Well, yes, you see, that box gives out a signal
at intervals which, if conditions are right, I could...
[electronic beacon pulsing] Yes, you see.
I can distinctly pick up the transmitted signal.
- It's like a sort of portable radio beacon.
- Precisely, exactly. [electronic beacon pulsing]
A small radio beacon.
Of course, there is a good deal
of accessory equipment involved, you understand.
- Never mind, Dr. Beaker, never mind. Does it work?
- What? Of course it works!
All my inventions work!
- OK, doctor, OK, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings.
Hey, how long does that gizmo keep transmitting for?
- Well, I'm not sure.
Weeks, I should think, unless he starts to tamper with it.
- Well, then, what are we waiting for?
Professor, how soon will Supercar be ready for take off?
[humming and static scratching]
- Well, I don't know, Mike.
I don't know how good
the temporary circuits we rigged up are.
We ought to test it.
[humming]
- Well, let's get testing! [electronic beacon pulsing]
Dr. Beaker, you keep that thing beamed on him.
- I will do my best.
- Fine, then the rest of us can get to work
and patch up Supercar.
I think that Mr. Master Spy is in for a shock!
[dark dramatic music]
[laughing menacingly]
[high pitched squealing]
- There we are, Jimmy, still, what shall I say?
Bang on target. [chuckles] [electronic beacon pulsing]
Now, all we have to do is to get this portion
of the equipment transferred to Supercar.
- How's it coming, professor?
- Nearly ready for trial, Mike.
I'm not very happy about it, but no doubt you're impatient.
- I sure am, professor.
I wanna get after that guy as fast as I can.
Never mind whether the controls look beautiful,
just so long as they work.
- Are you sure you don't want to wait until the morning?
Mike, it could be risky flying at night.
- I know it, but I gotta get to Master Spy
before he starts investigating that box
and finds out what it is.
- What are you planning on doing, Mike?
- I don't exactly know.
I'll have to figure out the details when I find him.
One thing's for sure,
he won't have left that box out of his sight.
And when I find the box, I find him.
- All right, Mike, I'll leave it to you.
Idle the test engines.
- Ready and waiting, professor.
- Most of the switch gears are still out of commission.
Stand by to charge port engine.
[machine whirring]
Not exactly tidy, but it works.
- Roger, 5000.
7000. [engine whirring]
9000.
I'll fire as soon as we hit 15,000.
We can test the interlock later.
- Just as you like, Mike.
- 11,000. [engine whirring]
12,000.
13,000.
14,000.
Ready to hit her!
- Hold it, Mike, the wiring's overheating.
- I can't help it, professor!
I'll have to fire the starboard engine when it's charged!
I'll switch her off almost as soon as she catches light.
- As quick as you can then, Mike!
Or we shall have to have another session
with the fire extinguishers!
- Roger, professor, just coming up.
[vibrational humming]
15,000, fire one!
OK, starboard lit, switching off now.
[decelerating humming]
- You'd better come out of there and give me a hand.
We'll need to rewire the first stages.
You can start with heavier cable.
Then we'll test the other engines and the wing controls.
- Roger, professor, I'll be with you in a minute.
Meanwhile, Dr. Beaker can be installing his stuff.
We should get off in an hour with some luck.
- All set then, Mike.
We are about tested everything now.
- Pilot to console, OK, let's make this snappy.
We've been long enough as it is.
- Charging port.
- Coming up 15. 15,000 now.
- Interlock on then.
- Fire one!
Starboard charging.
- Opening roof doors. [engines whirring]
You can fly straight out, Mike.
[mysterious futuristic music]
- Coming 15, fire two!
All set, professor, selecting vertical.
[Supercar hisses]
[electronic beacon pulsing]
- Is everything going all right, professor?
- Sure, Jimmy, he's a couple of hundred feet up all ready.
- Right, now let's try out your bug hunter, Dr. Beaker.
- Mike. - Yes, Dr. Beaker?
- Commence turn to port
until the trace on your tube is level with the sight line.
- Roger, port right one.
[engine humming]
On the button, doc.
- Satisfactory, most satisfactory.
- Gee, Dr. Beaker, is that all there is to it?
- Mmm, substantially, yes.
As long as he keep that line central,
he's flying straight down the signal beamed
from the box wherever it is.
[playfully exciting music]
- Well, Friend Zarin,
and what do you think of that? [laughs menacingly]
It was very easy.
- Good, Master Spy, you had no trouble.
- [laughs menacintly] No,
in fact, a fool called Beaker gave me a bonus.
[cackles] A new control system for Supercar,
only just developed! [giggles]
They are fools, all of them!
[exciting dramatic music]
- Control to pilot, what is your heading?
- Switching to video plan, control.
[rhythmic beeping]
Looks like I'm still on course.
- OK, Mike, it's up to you,
but don't take any chances.
- All seems to be here.
Tomorrow we will study them more.
- What about the box?
- The box, ah, that is more interesting.
Tomorrow you will find me a man we can trust,
a man who knows about such things and we will examine it.
[accelerating engine whirring]
[exciting dramatic music]
- Supercar to base, still on course.
Looks like I'm still headed straight for him.
Hey, doc, how do I know if I haven't overshot
your transmitter gizmo?
- You see the trace on your screen?
- [Mike] Yeah.
- When you are directly over the transmitter,
that trace line will shorten until it is only a dot
in the center of your screen.
- [Mike] I get it. - What about the overshoot?
- [Dr. Beaker] Yeah, the overshoot, yes.
- [Mike] Well? - Elementary, my dear fellow.
When you are over the target, the trace line becomes a dot.
As you overshoot,
it will lengthen again.
- [Mike] Roger.
- What are you gonna do when you find Master Spy, Mike?
- I don't know yet, Jimmy.
I'll work that out when I get there.
The line's shortening, doc.
How near does that mean I am?
- Five miles, perhaps.
- In that case, I reckon this guy is plum
in the middle of the city.
Hey, wait, hey, I'm nearly on target.
That's it, I'm cutting horizontal drive.
[deceleration squealing]
Now stationary, altitude 1000 feet.
Switching to Clear-Vu for under serving.
Seem to be over the city OK.
Going down slowly to take a look.
Do you reckon I can land on a roof if I have to, professor?
- If you can find a flat area that's large enough, yes.
- [Mike] Right, I'm taking her down.
Altitude 700, 600.
[engine whining]
Three, two five.
200, 180.
Don't expect me to come down to zero
because there's a nice tall office block there
just waiting for me to sit on it.
- You're still over the transmitter?
- [Mike] On the button, just like a homing pigeon.
Here we go! [engine decelerating]
- [Professor] You OK, Mike?
- Sure, I think I bent someone's TV aerial, though.
- So, Friend Zarin, that I feel will suffice for tonight.
- Shall I lock the plans away, Master Spy?
- That won't be necessary, I'll take those.
- You! What are you doing here?
- I just looked in to collect some left luggage.
I'll take that transmitter, too, if you don't mind.
- This? This is a transmitter?
- Yeah, we like to keep in touch with all our friends.
- So, you are clever, but perhaps you are so clever,
you can tell why I should let you take back the plans!
Just like that!
- Sure, this is why.
Pilot to console, I'm in room 565,
Skelton Building, East 49th Street.
How soon can you have the police here?
- No, not the police here!
Take your cursed plans and the box, too!
- I knew you'd see it my way.
- There will be another time, Mr. Mercury!
- Anyway, you wouldn't really want Supercar here.
The parking space is mighty limited.
[happy excited music]
- Satisfactory, most satisfactory.
- But, Mike, we have built no apparatus
which will transmit both homing signals
and the human voice.
- So, you know that, professor.
I know it, Dr. Beaker knows it.
It's too bad Master Spy didn't know it, too!
Subtitles: Kilo
[engine roaring]
[engine accelerating]
♪ 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 sky ♪
♪ Through the heavens stormy rage ♪
♪ It's Mercury manned
♪ And everyone cries
♪ It's the marvel of the age
♪ Supercar
♪ Supercar
Supercar!
[exciting music]
[sonic boom thunders]
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