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Zulu
♪ 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 heaven's stormy rage ♪
♪ Its Mercury man and everyone cries ♪
♪ It's the marvel of the age
♪ Supercar
♪ Supercar
♪ Supercar
[booming]
[clock chimes]
[bagpipe music]
[tapping]
- What's that noise?
Surely it can't be.
It can't be the phantom piper of Iverlachain.
[banging]
Oh, thank goodness.
What's happening to you Felicity?
You're getting as jumpy as the rest.
It's only the wind.
[banging]
[bagpipe music]
[dramatic music]
- Curious, most curious.
The rubbish people do right.
What can this man possibly know about
neurotic anxieties in the New England squirrel?
[phone rings]
A phone call, half past midnight?
Black Rock one, hello.
Who is that speaking?
- Your cousin Felicity of course.
Do try and be a bit more alert.
- Felicity? Well well, I'm sorry.
There seems to be something wrong with the line.
I hear a most peculiar wailing noise.
- That my dear Horatio is your great uncle.
- Curious, he sounds in great pain.
- Of course he isn't, he's playing the bagpipes.
Oh do stop it, uncle Anders.
I can't hear.
Now, I want you and your American friends
to get cracking and come over at once.
- Come over, where?
- Scotland, but Dr. Beaker that's over
7,000 miles at the very least.
- That's true, but what is that to Supercar,
a mere seven hours flying time?
- Anyway what's up with this phantom piper
that we have to go dashing off
in the middle of the night to see him?
- Ah precisely my point.
If we don't, we won't see him that is.
We have to get over in time for their nightfall,
when this ghost appears to walk the battlements.
- 7,000 miles on a wild goose chase, I ask ya.
- I am asking you, Mike.
You see, the appearance of the phantom piper of Iverlachain
is considered to be an ill omen, heralding disaster
and I fear cousin Felicity may be in acute danger.
- If there is any danger involved,
cousin Horatio and his friends will reveal it.
- I'd reveal it myself if it
wasn't for this confounded gout.
- Nonsense!
That gout of yours has just been giving you nightmares.
- Nightmares is it, aye,
and far worse than nightmares to come
for the phantom piper of Iverlachain
has not been heard since they
came for the McReel and his gold
over 200 years ago.
- They, who are they?
- The black McBlanes.
Marauding clansmen who plundered the castle in 1750
while their piper played on the battlements.
- Superstitious fiddlefaddle.
Cousin Horatio will put a stop to it.
- All right at this end,
cutting external control master switch.
Over to manual now.
- Manual control check.
- Roof open, yes I think that's all.
Well Jimmy, ready for a ghost hunt?
- I guess so, professor
but I don't know what Mitch will make of it all.
[screeching]
[grunting]
- All okay back there?
- Just about, Mitch is tucked up in the trunk.
- Charging port then.
7,000, 9,000, 11,000.
Have you worked out what time we'll get there doc?
- Indeed yes. - 15,000.
- No no my dear fellow, about 17:00.
- What? - Why yes, 17:00 hours.
You see, two a.m. here means 10 a.m. Greenwich mean time.
Add to that about seven hours flying time, yes.
We should be at Iverlachain in time
for one of Felicity's high teas.
- Oh swell, charging starboard.
Eight, nine five, 11, 13,
14, 15, both fully charged.
No way to lock on manual, so fire one!
[booming]
Fire two!
[booming]
Full boost vertical, destination Iverlachain, Scotland.
[ominous music]
Look doc, let's be scientific about this.
Ghosts don't exist, and if anybody's seen this piper
then he's no phantom, he's real and that means solid.
- Now how can you say that without evidence?
- Okay, then we get ourselves some evidence.
- That I imagine is easier said than done.
- Well we've got clear view.
If your phantom shows up on television, then he's solid.
If he doesn't, and if you can still say you see him,
I'll admit he's a ghost.
Fair enough professor? [snoring]
- It appears our fellow passengers
are catching up on their beauty sleep.
- Can't say I blame them with a two a.m. start.
[eerie music]
- Buck up, uncle Angus.
In a few hours, Horatio and his friends will be here.
Sound, sensible chaps the lot of them.
They'll dig up the right answer.
- But suppose, suppose they dig up more.
Suppose they unearth the unearthly.
- Unearthly fiddlefaddle.
- Ah that's just your opinion.
Well, I'll be glad to see them
but I'll not accept their science.
- Showing off and making a commotion.
- Nearly five o'clock, time for tea.
- I'll take a dram in mine.
It's such watery stuff without.
- A dram in tea, a dram in coffee,
a dram after meals, and you wonder why you've got gout.
- Your friends are arriving to my mind.
- Jolly hockey sticks, I'll go and butter some crumpets.
I imagine they'll be starving.
- Well, the book said the phantom piper
walks the southern battlements,
and those we can see quite plainly from here.
Do you have them in your sights, Mike?
- Yes, yes we got a commanding view
of what we've come to see.
Should be fine.
- But why right here, Mike?
Why not go closer in?
We're still a good walk from the castle.
- Well at least that'll stop someone else
from taking a walk out here.
The way I see it, this phantom piper is a fake
and if I'm right, I don't want
the faker to know we're onto him.
- Then you think he might be up to something?
- Well he might, and just what we'll find out,
only let's do a camouflage job on Supercar first.
Cover it up with heather and brushwood.
- Come on Mitch, we'll cover up Supercar so good
that no one will see it.
[grunting]
- I'll confess I'm a bit curious to see
this Supercar of yours, professor.
- Ach, 'tis not worth the trouble.
It's a flashy piece of machinery,
like nothing you've ever seen before.
No one would want to see again.
- When I want your opinion Campbell I'll ask for it!
All the same professor, I hope your machine is weather proof
or your friends on the knoll out there will be getting cold.
- 11:30 and we've been out here over three hours.
I'll bet they had a good dinner at the castle.
- But you said yourself, Mike,
that we must be in our positions early
so as not to risk being seen.
And after all, it's not as bad as deer stalking.
We are reasonably warm and dry.
- How's the view?
- Still clear.
I wish one of those famous Scottish mists would come down.
- Oh I see, it wouldn't bother clear view
and nobody'd see us.
Well, no such luck I'm afraid doc.
- Mm it's nearly time for something to happen.
- I'll bet you ghost or human
he's punctual to the minute of midnight.
[clock chimes]
- Ah, he'll not be long now.
Tell me professor, are you familiar with the pipes at all?
- I'm ashamed to say sir I--
- Don't encourage him, professor.
Uncle Angus is always ready to pipe at the drop of a hat.
- Oh please, let's hear some.
I love that squeaking sound they make at the end,
when they're kind of running out of gas.
- Well really now Jimmy--
- Ah he's right you know professor,
and I'm glad to think such a young man has observed it.
Well, I think I might sit a wee skill since I'm asked.
- Well I warned you.
Usually I'm in bed asleep now,
but no one can possibly sleep through this.
[bagpipe music]
[screeching]
- Hey everybody, look at Mitch.
- Quite a passable highland fling.
- No, wait a minute, he's worried about something.
- Professor, listen.
I thought I heard...
Uncle Angus, stop a minute, uncle Angus!
[clock chimes]
[faint bagpipe music]
It can't be!
- The phantom piper.
[dramatic music]
- I hear something.
- Could it be the laird, what's the time?
- Midnight, precisely.
- Then let's take a look.
[faint bagpipe music]
- Yes, I can see him.
There's no doubt.
Switch to a longer focused lens.
My dear fellow you were quite right,
unless of course ghosts do appear on television.
Now let me see--
- Never mind that now, doc.
I'm betting he's real, and the point is why the performance?
For whose benefit?
What do you think professor?
- Well, I really don't know Mike.
- Ach it's not for me.
I'm the better piper.
I will admit he's a good man with the pipes at that.
- A good man yes, not a ghost
and probably up to no good either.
Do you have anything valuable in the castle, sir?
- You think it's all a plan to steal something Mike?
[grunting] [screeching]
- I don't know, I'm just thinking out loud, that's all.
- It would be rather an elaborate way
of going about things, would it not?
- It's a pretty theory, Mr. Mercury, I'll allow you that,
but I'm afraid it will not hold water.
I keep nothing of value here.
- Well that's out then.
- Unless you consider the great cairngorm of McReel valuable
which it is not.
- The great cairngorm of McReel?
What is that sir? - What?
That thing down in the cellars?
It's not worth a candle.
- What's a cairngorm Dr. Beaker?
- Quite a pretty stone, but of absolutely
no value, as the lad said.
Am I right sir?
- Precisely right, but come and see for yourself.
I'd have Campbell bring it up, but there's a good reason
why it cannot be moved.
Aye, there you are gentlemen.
The great cairngorm of McReel.
[chuckles]
Value about 15 pounds sterling.
Shall we say, Mr. Mercury, $40.
Am I right Campbell?
- Aye McReel, you might say that.
Though many is the McBlane would've given his own life
for that, but that was long since.
- Pardon me?
I didn't get the drift of that.
- Our friend appears to refer to the clan wars of long ago
and did the cairngorm play a part in these feuds?
- It did that.
You might say it was a kind of token.
So my ancestors had it set in the wall here,
and set these bars to guard it.
- Well they won't guard it much longer.
Hey look Jimmy, they've been filed.
Now how long would you say it would
take a man to file through a bar like that?
- Ach, I don't know.
My ancestors knew what they were doing
and the bars are good and thick.
To cut them through might take several days.
- Or nights.
[clock ticking]
It's about time for the doc and I
to keep watch on Supercar again.
You know what to do. - Indeed yes, Mr. Mercury.
You may leave it to us.
- We wait until he starts playing again right?
Then down to the cellars at a cracking pace
and find whoever's filing those bars.
- I must say, it's ingenious.
Nobody could hear those bars being filed
above the sound of the phantom piper.
- And none of the servants would dare stir their stumps.
They're a superstitious lot.
- Okay then, we'll take charge of our end
and I'll guarantee that the phantom piper
gets scared out of his ghostly wits
when he sees us coming for him.
- Aye, and the same goes for our laddy Bill.
I'd like a word or two with him myself.
- Well doc, another long wait
but it doesn't have to be a cold one.
- Yeah there is quite a strong
and chilly wind outside, I admit.
- So much the better.
We'd better start Supercar's engines,
and we don't want any ghosts listening to us do it.
Charging port.
5,000, 8,000, 10,000,
15,000, now charging starboard.
9,000, 11,000, 13,000,
both engines at 15 steady.
Now let's try and fire them without making too much noise
and without setting the moor on fire.
- There's more danger of that.
I feel the heather is positively dripping with moisture.
- Okay then, fire one.
Fire two.
There, that does it.
Now all we have to do is wait.
- Ah it's a long wait, but will be worth it
to catch the scoundrel red-handed, eh Felicity?
- Are you sure you ought to be
standing on that foot uncle Angus?
- Yes, please do sit down and be comfortable.
- Ach, do not worry about me, professor.
I would not miss our laddy's face down there for worlds.
And I'll not risk being caught in my chair
when yon piper starts his row tonight.
Aye, a terrible row it is too.
If I could not pipe better than that,
I'd be a ghost myself.
- But I thought you said last night he played quite well.
[grunting]
- Aye, maybe so, but then I thought he was a ghost.
Now I know he's a man, and no man pipes
to stand comparison with the McReel of McReel!
[laughs]
[beeping]
- It is nearly time, is it not?
- Pretty near.
Better prepare for takeoff.
Clear view's on okay?
- Yes.
- Five minutes to zero.
[clock ticking]
- I hope our laddy's on time tonight.
- Well he has to be to cover
for his confederate in the cellars.
[ominous music]
[clock ticking]
- One minute to zero, select vertical takeoff, standby.
- Come on, laddy.
Pipe away.
[clock chimes]
[faint bagpipe music]
- That's the piper.
- I can hear for myself man!
You didn't have to announce it.
- Do you hear it Dr. Beaker?
- I hear, yes.
And I see too.
- There he is.
Right, full boost.
Let's go scare the pants off him.
- Oh brakes, please.
[bagpipe music]
- In about five seconds,
he's gonna be the scaredest phantom you ever saw.
[bagpipe music]
[squealing]
[door creaks]
- [Angus] This way!
- Blimey gov, they got us.
- Well if it isn't our old friend Mr. Harper.
- Just one moment my dear fellow.
Why do we still hear piping?
[bagpipe music]
- Oh no, wait'll the laird sees this.
He'll wrap your pipes around your neck, you faker.
- And who are we to take it is assisting you below stairs?
- Well blimey, governor.
Don't ask me why we're on this caper.
I've been four days hacking through them bars
with this boy scout knife,
and still I ain't got more than halfway through.
And what for?
- Well, I'll tell you Mr. Judd.
For a stone worth about 15 pounds.
- Gah, 15 quid?
I always reckoned that bloke was a nutcase.
- Correction, if you will excuse me.
The great cairngorm of McReel
is in fact worth half a million dollars.
- You're joking, man.
- No, it's not a cairngorm at all.
It's a topaz, I've examined it
and so I think has Mr. Harper here.
- A topaz that size?
Blimey, you could use it for a paving stone!
- Now that is interesting.
That is how legends are built up.
- Yeah, but that's not the most interesting thing, sir.
- Ach it is not Mike Mercury, you're quite right.
The really interesting thing is how does a man like you,
Mr. Harper, an Englishman if ever I saw one
come to play the pipes?
Badly I admit, but play.
- I'll show ya, this is how.
[bagpipe music] - Ach!
A tape recorder!
Oh, you're a clever man, Mr. Harper, a clever man!
But any Scotsman will tell ya
that the recording you have isn't the real McCoy.
My, it's terrible!
- Well as a matter of fact, Mr. Harper does seem
to have captured the genuine article.
- What?
- Yes, he hid the recorder in here
and made a few tapes of yourself, sir, playing.
- What, what's that you say, of me?
- Yes, of you.
[laughing]
[bagpipe music]
Subtitles: Kilo
♪ 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 heaven's stormy rage ♪
♪ Its Mercury man and everyone cries ♪
♪ It's the marvel of the age
♪ Supercar
♪ Supercar
♪ Supercar
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