Original subtitles

[plane engine rumbling]

♪ 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 heavy stormy rage ♪

♪ It's Mercury-manned and everyone cries ♪

♪ It's the marvel of the age

♪ Supercar

♪ Supercar

♪ Supercar

[boat horn honking]

[dramatic music]

- [Pirate] I'm sorry gentlemen that you didn't see reason.

It's a pity.

You only have yourselves to blame.

And don't worry about your radio.

By the time you've fixed it, I'll be miles away.

[laughing]

- [Man] Piracy in pacific.

Longitude two four.

[dramatic music]

- Piracy and almost on our doorstep.

What do you think of that, Mitch?

[monkey grunts and screeches]

Hey, Mike.

- Yes Jimmy?

Okay, you're in doc.

- Ah most satisfactory, yes.

It's just a small adjustment.

- I didn't know there were pirates these days.

Did you, Mike? - I shouldn't have thought so.

Why?

- Well the paper says there's at least

one pirate on the loose.

A man called Morgan.

- Morgan.

I wonder if he could be descended from the Morgan.

- What's with this Morgan guy anyway?

- The paper says he's been roaming around the pacific

holding up pleasure arts taking all their jewels and things.

- Any people are idiotic enough

to wear jewelry when they go yachting,

they deserve to be relieved of it.

- Well, that's a point of view, Doc,

but I've got another which says

Morgan shouldn't be allowed to get away with it.

Any reason why he's not been caught yet?

- Only that his boat's so fast,

nothing can catch up with him.

- Except maybe Supercar, right?

[dramatic music]

- Charging one.

- Roger, Mike.

- Happy Doc? - Indeed.

I get capturing a descendant of Henry Morgan is intriguing.

- [Mike] 15,000.

- The pacific is a sizable piece of water,

and I was wondering.

- [Mike] Charging two.

- How do you propose to find Mister Morgan.

- 13,000.

15,000 fire one.

Fire two.

Well now, when you go shark fishing you use bait, right?

- True.

- And I have an idea just what or should I say who

we can persuade to be our bait.

- Opening roof doors.

Cutting over to manual.

- [Mike] Fine, Professor.

Come and join us.

[dramatic music]

- All aboard full boost.

[plane engine rumbling]

- What is your plan, Mike, and who or what is the bait?

- None other than Jason Monroe the Third, Professor.

- The Jason Monroe the Third?

- You mean the millionaire?

- That's right and if he'll cooperate,

and I'm pretty sure he will,

we should lure Black Morgan into our net.

- Quite a big fish to catch I should say, Mike.

- If I know anything about Black Morgan,

he won't be able to resist the Monroe millions.

- Are we going to Mister Monroe's yacht now, Mike?

- Yup and there she is.

Hold on to your seats. We're going into a dive now.

[dramatic music]

There you are, gentleman.

Your shark somewhere out there.

And the Jason Monroe is your shark bait.

It's great of you Mister Monroe.

As soon as I read that you were coming down here fishing,

I wondered if you'd do it for us.

- We are grateful to you, sir,

but do you realize the dangers involved?

- The Jason Monroe, Professor,

is a man that's taken risks all his life,

and he's tired of taking them at office desks.

If Mister Morgan wants my ship, let him come and get it.

You get a surprise.

- Yeah, he'll get a surprise alright.

- And now if you'll allow me,

I'd like to go below and see what the big brains are up to.

- What do you think, Doctor Beaker?

- Well, I think all is well.

According to the newspaper cuttings,

this Black Morgan seems to operate here.

[monkey grunts and screeches]

He probably has a base somewhere on one of these islands.

We should be in this area about noon today with luck.

- Launch time.

It's nearly 10 in the morning now, Doctor Beaker,

and we better get Supercar in the water.

- I think you're right, Jimmy.

- Hi there.

May I come in?

You got it all figured out, Doctor Beaker?

- Ah yes.

We were just saying that it was about to launch Supercar.

We must not be see by Black Morgan

before she's in the water.

- Anything you say gentlemen. You're the brains.

I'm just the pretty shining lore or rather these are.

[monkey grunts and screeches]

- You mean those are real, Mister Monroe?

- Sure they're real, boy.

If you catch Mister Morgan,

there's no use handing him over to the police charged

with stealing bits of glass now is there?

- But supposing something were to go wrong my dear sir?

- Well between you, Mister Mercury, and Supercar,

I hardly think that'll happen.

- Now we'll never what happened, Professor,

not when he suddenly gets a taste of that.

Anyway, let's get her down under.

- Alright, Mike, but keep the periscope

until we're ready for action or you lose radio contact.

- Okay, Professor.

Give 'em a call below and say we're ready.

- [Professor] Professor Popkiss speaking.

Ready to launch.

- This is it.

I'll leave you to it, Doctor.

- Pilot to console, testing, testing.

Pilot to console. - Console here.

We're receiving you, Pilot.

Standby to run up engines.

- Roger. Charging port.

Nine, 11,000.

13,000.

[monkey grunts]

15,000.

Charging starboard.

[plane engine rumbling]

- That's a wonderful machine you have there, Professor.

Sort of a flying submarine you might say.

- We are all very proud of her.

- Well Professor, my money's riding on her, too.

A lot of money.

- Starboard 15,000.

Both running steady. Fire one.

- Wow, that was really something.

- Fire two.

Lower away, Doc. We're ready to go.

- Going down then.

[monkey grunts and screeches]

Console to Pilot.

Console to Pilot.

- [Mike] Pilot here.

- Now of course he's 185 magnetic speed seven knots.

Is that what you have?

- [Mike] Roger, seven knots 185,

and following half a mile astern.

[dramatic music]

- Console to Pilot.

How is visibility?

- Crystal clear, Doc.

You want me to switch you through to clear view?

- Is that us?

- That's the Argosy, boy.

I'd know her lines anywhere.

Seems kinda strange to see the ship you're on

through the periscope of somebody else's craft.

- Let us hope, sir, that the Argosy will soon be sighted

by someone else again, Black Morgan.

- Not much action going on down here.

Wait though.

- You sighted something?

- Well in a way, yes.

Something kind of fishy.

And if you fixed me up with a harpoon gun

instead of a bazooka, I might've caught us some supper.

Hey, where are we anywhere?

- Well, you could say we are in shark waters [laughs].

- Well are you sure we used enough ground bait.

- Well we couldn't do anymore.

We talked it all around the California coast

how we were going pearl fishing,

and how I was carrying a load of jewels

for some friends in Hawaii.

Hey, what's little Mitch up to?

[monkey grunts and screeches]

You don't suppose he's spotted Black Morgan?

- There's a boat approaching baring 270 from my position.

[monkey screeching]

Hold it. I'll get it on clear for you.

[dramatic music]

- Gee, do you think that's Black Morgan?

- Well now boy, perhaps it is and perhaps it's not,

but I feel something like a nibble.

- Doesn't look much like a pirate ship to me.

- Pilot here.

Must say she looks pretty ordinary.

Fast of course but I don't see any arms.

- [Professor] Any flag, Mike?

- Can't tell form here.

- [Professor] Monroe and myself are going up on deck

with a pair of glasses.

Keep track of her, Mike.

- Roger.

If that's Black Morgan, he's pretty well disguised.

Are you there console?

Swapping lenses for a closer look.

- Looks just like a little old fishing boat to me.

- Changing to long focus.

[dramatic music]

That's him.

Get on the radio to Hawaii, Doc,

and give 'em our position.

- This is Argosy calling Hawaii.

Argosy calling Hawaii.

[monkey grunts and screeches]

- Yup, that's our boy.

Looks like we got a bite after all.

[boat horn honking]

Look out. It's shooting at us.

[gun firing]

Ooh, some shooting.

Looks like our shark turned out to be tiger shark,

and we got him by the tail.

- Come in, Hawaii.

Come in, Hawaii.

Oh, it's no use, Jimmy.

I fear that the explosion we had

was our radio aerial disintegrating.

- Don't worry, Doctor Beaker,

Mike can handle him in Supercar.

- What happened, Doc?

I saw him fire in your direction.

- The main aerial I fear.

- Not bad.

Just as well he doesn't know it.

Hey, tell Monroe to stop the engine's puddle.

- Of course but why?

- No buts, Doc. Take a look at that.

You know what those are, Doc?

Torpedoes. [dramatic music]

- Ahoy Argosy.

Heave to or you go to the bottom.

- [Jason] Well he's coming aboard, Professor.

Black Morgan in person.

That's what I call taking the bait in a big way.

- Our only hope Doctor Beaker and Jimmy can deal

with the electronic equipment down below

before he has a chance to see it.

- I can see him.

He's coming in fast.

Guess you better get operation eye patch underway.

I have to sign off now.

- Roger, Mike.

We'll call you again when he's gone.

- Now what, Doctor Beaker?

- Well, it would never do to have Mister Morgan

know about Supercar would it my dear fellow,

or about this console?

- But he's bound to come down here.

- Precisely.

So.

- Do you think we ought to pipe him aboard?

[soft music]

- What a temptation.

If I came blasting out of the water just behind him,

he'd be up that ladder like a rocket.

Still we gotta catch him with the loot.

- Now remember, Professor.

Leave the outraged dignity act to me.

- Good afternoon, gentlemen.

Henry Morgan, otherwise Black Morgan at your service.

Mister V Jason Monroe of the Argosy, I believe.

- That's my name, sir.

May I ask what you're doing with

an armed boat in the pacific?

- What do you think I'm doing?

Fishing? [laughs]

haven't you heard of Black Morgan?

- Well, maybe I have, but what do you want with me?

I carry nothing of value.

- No, [laughs] don't fool me.

I'm well informed.

You have $100,000 grand in jewelry in a safe in your cabin,

and I've come to get it.

[soft music]

- I wish I could dive a few feet.

Get the top of the periscope under,

but I gotta see when Black Morgan leaves the Argosy,

and without radio contact with Beaker,

this baby is all I have.

Now, let's take a look the other way.

Now that's what I call a really up to date pirate.

Light naval guns, machine guns, and torpedoes.

It's a long way from cannon and round shot that's for sure.

- Now don't play any tricks or I'll use this.

- I take your point, sir.

[dramatic music]

- He's here, Doctor Beaker.

Black Morgan. - Precisely.

I look forward to meeting him.

- This is the cabin.

- Very nice.

Very nice.

Who are your guests?

- Professor Popkiss, Doctor Beaker, and Mister James Gibson.

This gentleman is Mister Henry Morgan, alias Black Morgan.

- What does he want?

- Ooh, great heavens.

A pirate.

- Gee Doctor Beaker, don't overdo it.

- Sure I'm a pirate.

Have you been trying to use the radio?

- Ah yes, ooh just a small ordinary ship's radio,

but the aerial doesn't seem to work.

- No, no it doesn't.

Mister Morgan here shot it away.

Didn't you hear it?

No, oh yes I believe I did hear something.

- Just the same I'll take a look just to make sure.

- Ooh, I wouldn't, Mister Morgan.

We can't get through.

- Yes, we tried Hawaii and they don't answer.

- I said I'd make sure.

[monkey screeching] Ooh!

[monkey grunts and screeches]

What the, ooh a monkey.

Careful you.

Don't try anymore monkey tricks, you ape.

[monkey screeches]

Now then Monroe, open up.

- Now hold on, sir.

How do you know I won't open the throttles instead

and take you to Hawaii?

Your men can't sink us with you onboard.

- Sure Monroe.

I thought of that.

You're not armed and I am so you won't touch me.

Come on.

The safe.

- Oh well. There.

- Thank you.

[dramatic music]

- Quit stalling and get going.

Should've been off Argosy by now.

It's kind of chilly down here.

Ah, there we are.

- [laughs] Thanks for the jewels, Mister Monroe.

I wish you a happy fishing trip [laughs].

- You won't get away with this, Morgan.

- You think not?

Now in case you thought of chasing me.

- I know you've got your torpedoes.

We saw them.

- Torpedoes, yes, and they've got electronic warheads,

so they'll hone on anything from a range

of up to five miles.

- Homing torpedoes.

That is interesting.

- I'm glad you think so, Professor,

and don't try to examine them at close range.

If you start coming near, I'll blow you sky high.

- What was all that about the electric torpedoes, Professor.

- Well it means he's well up to date.

If his torpedo electric homing heads,

then he can do just what he says.

Sink us from almost any range he wants.

- Console to pilot.

Console to pilot.

- Hello, Console. That you, Doctor Beaker?

- Console here.

Beaker speaks.

Ready when you are, Mike.

Our visitor has gone.

- That's good enough for me, Doc.

Here I come.

- Remember to lower the periscope, Pilot,

or the air drag will hold you back too much.

- Now hold it a minute, Doctor Beaker.

There's a snag.

- Tell Mike he's got homing torpedoes.

If he gets one off, we are sunk literally.

- Homing torpedoes.

Well, now who's a fool.

Console to Pilot.

[dramatic music]

Oh no good.

The screen's blank.

He must've retracted the periscope already.

That means we can't talk to him until he breaks surface.

- Black Morgan here I come.

[boat horn honking]

- Black Morgan is sure to see him

as soon as he comes out of the water.

- And the odds are he launch the torpedo at us

without waiting to inquire what goes on.

- Yes, let me see.

If we rewire that--

- Doctor Beaker, didn't you hear?

We've gotta stop Mike from surfacing.

- Hm, what?

Oh, that would be quite impossible, I fear.

He is already on his way.

- Control set for change from water to air.

Speed 35 knots.

40 knots.

50 knots.

- $100,000 [laughs] in a single hold,

and they'll never catch me.

Not now [laughs].

[plane engine rumbling]

- There she blows.

- He's surface, Beaker.

Call him right away.

- Doctor Beaker.

[monkey grunts and screeches]

- What? - Mike's come out.

Get him on the intercom. - And hurry, Beaker.

If Black Morgan spots him, we might as well abandon ship

as quickly as we can.

- Oh, by all means.

Console to Pilot.

Come in, Pilot.

[dramatic music]

- Hello Console, Mike here.

I'm closing fast but he's got quite a lead.

He must be over three miles away from you by now.

- Console to Pilot.

Try not to let him see you.

- Now here this, Mike.

He mustn't see you.

His torpedoes have got electronic homing heads,

and he can hit us up to range of five miles or more.

- Oh has he? That's a darn awkward thing.

I'll throttle back and hope he doesn't see me.

[plane engine rumbling]

- Ah, what's this?

A plane?

They wouldn't dare.

They're after me alright.

Torpedoes away.

Course zero three.

Fire one two.

[dramatic music]

- Too late. I think he's spotted me.

I'm climbing.

- What in the name of Long John Silver is that thing?

- He's fired torpedo.

I can see its track and it's headed your way fast.

- See, he's four miles off.

Torpedo speed 30 knots.

That gives us several minutes grace.

- Several minutes?

- I suggest we use it to abandon ship.

He's bound to hit us.

- Dear now with a few hundred volts across.

So, oh dear dear me.

Ah now.

That's alright.

- What's he doing?

- Beaker. - Jamming.

- Jamming?

- Yes, here.

Throw this wire out of the window.

We need an aerial.

- Argosy, can you hear me?

Argosy, get off. Abandon ship fast.

Monroe! - Jumping Jehosaphat.

It's gonna hit us. - There now.

We are quite alright now.

- I'm glad to hear this, oh Beaker.

I wish I had your confidence.

- What have you done, Doctor Beaker?

- Well, if I worked everything out alright,

we should be jamming the radio homing head on the torpedo,

so that it will go astray and not hit us.

- Hey, that torpedo. It's gone haywire.

- I don't believe it. - What have you done to it?

It's gonna miss you by miles.

- Ah yes.

Satisfactory.

Most satisfactory.

- Beaker has jammed it, Mike.

- Good for him.

Now to settle the score with Black Morgan.

Here I go.

[dramatic music]

- I don't know who you are, baby, but I'll get ya.

- Oh no you don't.

- Dead on target.

Fire.

[gun firing]

- Alright, Mister Henry Morgan alias Black Morgan,

if that's the way you want it.

[gun firing]

I'm coming in now.

- Go get him, boy.

- Okay, my turn now.

[gun firing]

Left throttle a little.

Steady.

[gun firing]

- Fire.

[gun firing]

- Steady. I only need one shot.

Fire.

Got him.

Got him a little water line.

He better abandon ship before his torpedoes blow.

[dramatic music]

- Well, Mister Henry Morgan Junior,

I'd say that finishes your career as a pirate.

Anything to say before we hand you over to the authorities.

- It's a pity we're on opposite sides, Mike Mercury.

I could've used a guy like you in my rocket.

Boy what a team, you and Supercar.

[monkey grunts and screeches]

Subtitles: Kilo [plane engine rumbling]

♪ 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 heavy stormy rage ♪

♪ It's Mercury-manned and everyone cries ♪

♪ It's the marvel of the age

♪ Supercar

♪ Supercar

♪ Supercar