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[engine roaring]

♪ Supercar

♪ Super car

♪ 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 ♪

♪ It's Mercury manned and everyone cries ♪

♪ It's the marvel of the age

♪ Supercar

♪ Supercar

Supercar!

[explosion booms]

[slow instrumental music]

[static buzzing]

- Eh well, now.

Have we ordered everything, I wonder?

Transistors for the Professor, yes.

Breakfast cereal for Jimmy.

Paint, the PVC wire.

New suspenders for me

and nuts, assorted, for Mitch yes.

Most satisfactory.

All we have to do now is to take

the out of town couch and--

- Excuse me. - Certainly.

I mean uh, uh yes?

- My friend and I wish to reach Bonneville flats

for the speed trial.

Would you perhaps put us on the right road?

- I beg your pardon.

Bonneville flats, they're over there.

It's, oh about 300 miles.

- I know that, but the road, if you would be so very kind.

- Oh, the road.

My dear fellow, why didn't you say so in the first place?

As a matter fact, if you would be kind enough

to give me a lift I could show you part of the way.

- This is going to be too easy, friend Zarin.

That would indeed be helpful of you, sir.

- I was going by coach

but I shall delighted to accompany you.

- Get in then.

[chuckles] That is if you would care to enter.

Too kind of you, Dr. Beaker.

- My dear fellow, you know me?

- Oh, oh we know you, Dr. Beaker

but it seems you are too preoccupied

to recognize us.

- Master Spy!

Well, now who's a fool?

- Who indeed? [laughs]

- Professor? - Yes, Mike.

- I don't know what Dr. Beaker was doing

to these circuits this morning

but he sure made a mess of them.

- What do you mean? - There's all sorts of loose wires

hanging around the dashboard.

I can't see what they're for.

Some of them aren't even properly soldered.

[zapping] Wow!

- Well if I were you Mike I'd leave the whole thing alone

until Dr. Beaker comes back from Carson City.

He shouldn't be long now.

- You could be right.

When the doc gets his hands on anything

it's better to leave it alone.

- Hey Professor, what's this switch doing here?

I never saw it before.

- Don't touch it, Jimmy!

I don't know what it does.

- All I know is I don't want any part of it

until the maestro comes back.

And by the way isn't he a bit overdue?

- You will excuse my asking.

You're not really going to Bonneville flats, are you?

- [laughs] No, Dr. Beaker, since you asked we are not.

We are going to a place called Green Ghost Wells

of which I doubt you have ever heard.

- Green Ghost Wells.

Of course, a fascinating geological formation.

Most fascinating.

- What is this Green Ghost Wells Master Spy?

You did not speak of it before

and I do not like the sound of it.

- Not it, friend Zarin, them.

A group of craters in the desert

about 50 mile from here.

- Yes, probably meteoric in origin, you know.

- Dr. Beaker, we are not here

for you to give us a lecture.

- Oh, then do forgive me,

but just what are we here for?

- To make an exchange, Dr. Beaker.

Supercar for yourself, safe and sound.

Otherwise I fear. [laughs]

- But are you sure the plan will work this time, Master Spy?

- This time it will.

Now return your eyes to the road, idiot,

and look out for a telephone booth.

I have [laughs] a call to make.

- Let's leave it at that for the moment, Professor.

I'll take the Jeep down to the highway

and see if I can pick Beaker up.

[phone ringing]

- That could be Dr. Beaker now.

Maybe he missed the bus out from Carson City.

- I'll go and see. - Well I hope he's here soon.

I'd like to know what all this new wiring

in the cockpit is for.

- Yeah, and that switch on the wall over there.

- This is Professor Popkiss here.

Who is that calling?

- You do not remember my voice, Professor?

I confess, I am hurt.

No not physically, you fool.

It is I, Master Spy.

- What? What's that you're saying?

- It is very simple, Professor.

I have Dr. Beaker.

You have Supercar.

We will have a fair exchange.

That is if you do not want something [laughs]

unpleasant to happen to the dear doctor.

But wait, I will allow him to speak to you.

- Hello? Hello, Beaker?

Beaker, is that you?

- Yes, I'm afraid to say it's quite true.

We are going for a small journey to um,

oh now let me see.

Oh yes, Green Ghost Wells.

- That will be enough, Dr. Beaker.

I wish only to establish that you are with me

or I could make no bargain.

- Well, there seems to be little I can do.

Very well.

- Good, I am glad you are being so sensible.

Now I want you to pay close attention to my instructions.

- Where's this place you said?

Green Ghost Wells.

Sounds mighty peculiar to me.

- It's a series of deep pits or craters in the desert

about 70 miles from here.

They were probably caused by meteors

or perhaps volcanic activity.

- I've got them, Green Ghost Wells.

Sounds like an old prospector's claim.

Is there any water in 'em?

- Water, I don't think so.

Just craters I believe.

- I wonder why he wouldn't say which one.

Anyway let's not waste time.

4:30 he said and it's nearly three now.

Let's set her up for take-off.

- What are you gonna do, Mike?

- Well I'm not gonna stand around here talking.

And Professor, get the police on the phone.

If they've got Beaker, it's no joke.

- The police!

But Mike, you can't do that.

- You'll see that I have been

too clever for them this time, friend Zarin.

- I don't see Master Spy.

What is to stop them coming after us with the police?

- Because, my imbecile friend,

they don't know where we are.

- But excuse me for interrupting you.

Is that strictly so?

I thought we were going to Green Ghost Wells.

- Green Ghost Wells.

Green Ghost Wells.

Do you suppose that I am as thick-headed as Zarin here?

These are pits in the ground, my friend.

Deep holes, and there are many of them.

- I'm afraid my dear fellow that I,

that I still don't follow.

- How do you think they are to now which one

we are going to, hm?

I did not tell them.

I said only that they would see a signal from the air

and that if they did not land immediately

with Supercar and with nothing else,

[laughs] well let us not think about that, huh?

- You see Mike, you cannot lead the police to Beaker

because you won't know in which pit exactly

Master Spy is hidden until you see his signal from the air.

I do not think he will be visible from the ground

and it will take several hours

to search for the right pit.

- And we only have an hour and a half.

You're right, Professor.

- Gee Mike, does this mean we're going to

have to give him Supercar to save Dr. Beaker?

- I'm afraid it's beginning to look that way, Jimmy.

- Isn't there anything we can do to stop him?

- You see, there is nothing they can do

but obey my instructions.

No police, nothing.

You can turn up the road here, Zarin my friend.

[car rattling]

Be careful friend Zarin, there is a long way to go yet

and [laughs] I would not like to damage Dr. Beaker.

That would be, [laughs] too dishonest.

- Console to pilot.

- I'm here Professor, but I still hate to give up.

- So do I Mike, but we haven't got much time.

- You know what?

I think I've got to fly Supercar straight out

and hand it over nicely to Master Spy,

but I don't like the idea much.

- If you hate the idea so much Mike,

we could always fly her out on the--

- Hey, yes.

- On remote, yeah.

Maybe you got something there, Professor.

This needs some careful thinking.

- I don't see how you'd help us, Mike.

We could fly Supercar out on the remote control

but what then?

- Now hold, hold on a minute Professor.

I'm cooking up something.

Maybe we don't fly her all the way out on remote,

just the last half mile or so.

- You mean we should put you down somewhere

away from the craters and let you walk the rest of the way?

- That's right, Professor.

Set me down, take Supercar off again

controlling her from here.

That'll keep Master Spy's attention fixed

and I'll sneak up and get to Beaker.

If I get to him first, you can take off again

before Master Spy gets anywhere near.

- That's a good idea, Professor.

Master Spy's sure to be watching Supercar

coming in to land and he'll think Mike's in it.

- Hm, I see your plan, but how will you tell

which crater it is he's got Dr. Beaker in?

- That's a point Professor,

but let's see when we get there, huh?

Right now let's get in the air fast,

if the doc's electric circuits will let us.

- All right, Mike.

Ready to charge for engine.

[gentle instrumental music]

- If you mean to um, catch the sun's rays

with that mirror, my dear fellow,

you've got it pointing the wrong way.

The sun is over there.

- Ah, thank you Dr. Beaker.

You're help is invaluable.

Though assisting our illicit enterprise

[chuckles] perhaps lacks a certain loyalty? [laughs]

[engine revving]

- One engine charging, coming up nicely.

9,000.

11,000.

13,000.

15,000, steady.

- Interlock on.

- Charging starboard.

Five.

Seven.

Nine.

11.

13.

15,000, steady.

- Interlocks on.

- Fire one.

[engine booming]

Fire two.

[engine booming]

- Ready to go when you are, Mike.

- Here goes then, full boost.

- [Jimmy] Good luck, Mike.

- Thanks, Jimmy, just as long as I keep my fingers

away from Dr. Beaker's loose wires, I'll be all right.

- Right, roof doors open!

[dramatic instrumental music]

[engine whirring]

[exciting instrumental music]

[exciting instrumental music]

Console to pilot, console to pilot.

- Hello, console.

I'm now at 5,000 feet heading 275 magnetic,

speed 230 knots, visibility clear all around.

- Ask him what his plan is, Professor.

How's he gonna find Master Spy

without being spotted?

- Mike?

You have just 25 minutes left.

How are you going to identify the crater?

- With Clear-Vu.

I'm climb high up so that Master Spy can't spot me

and use the telescopic lens.

- But Mike, the air is absolutely still out there.

He'll hear you!

- Oh no, he won't, because I'm gonna climb to 30,000 now

and come in over the craters in a glide.

I'll maintain as much altitude as I can

while I pinpoint him and then glide

right down to a landing.

He won't even know I'm there unless I'm very unlucky.

- Gee Professor, do you think it'll work?

- I don't know Jimmy, but it sounds possible.

The only trouble is that Supercar

doesn't handle very well with the motors off.

Hello, Mike?

You think you can control in a glide?

- Sure, don't worry, climbing now.

[engine roaring]

- Do you hear anything, friend Zarin?

[Supercar whooshes] - No, Master Spy.

Indeed, here everything seems very quiet.

I, I do not like it.

- So because it is called Green Ghost Wells

you expect a green ghost to appear? [chuckles]

- [laughs] Not exactly, Master Spy, but--

- But nothing, you fool.

What we expect is red and no ghost either.

I tell you that within 15 minutes

Mr. Mercury will arrive with Supercar, our Supercar.

[Supercar whooshing]

- Altitude 27,000 feet.

I'd better be careful.

I don't want to leave a vapor trail.

30,000, leveling off, cutting throttle.

[engine whirring]

Calling console. - What is it, Mike?

- You were right, Professor.

This is gonna be rougher than I thought.

I'm getting hardly any lift from these stub wings.

[gentle instrumental music]

I'll have to take her in a series

of wide circles, Professor.

It's the only way I can maintain enough speed

to stop her stalling.

It's gonna be harder using Clear-Vu though.

- What's the trouble, Professor?

- Well, you see Jimmy, Supercar was never designed

to fly without power on.

With such tiny wings she needs plenty of forward speed

to keep her up in the air

or else she needs to use the lifting jets.

- Mike can't use those or Master Spy might hear him.

- That's right Jimmy, but I'm sure Mike can handle it.

- Watch your screen.

Switching Clear-Vu on now.

Long focus lens.

[screen beeping]

- Professor, I saw something flash.

- There they are, I've got 'em now.

I've marked them.

Now I'm taking her down.

[Supercar whooshing]

- Another 10 minutes I should think

before friend Mercury brings me my prize.

Would you say Dr. Beaker

that I have the right angle now?

- Yes, about there I should say, yes.

Let me see, now aim for a three degree change

in the sun's axis over the next quarter of an hour or so.

- You are so clever, Dr. Beaker.

- It's gonna be a tricky landing

and I'm coming down fast.

It's rocky down below, Professor.

Don't think I dare skate her in on her belly

so I'll have to switch on vertical drive to land.

- But Mike, as soon as you switch on

Master Spy will hear you.

- That's right, Professor.

You'll have take off fast the moment I get clear.

I'll have to move like lightning

to beat you to the crater.

Calling console, coming in fast

about five miles from the crater

if I've still got the right one.

Can't see a sign of them from ground level.

Master Spy was being real clever

when he thought this one out,

but he's been a bit too clever.

He can't be seen from ground level

but he can't see me.

- Be careful, Mike.

If you should hit the ground at that speed.

- I know, Professor.

I've already thought of that.

About a mile and a half to go.

I'll have to cut in motors to break her now Professor.

Fire both.

[engines boom]

This is really rough.

I'll be surprised if Master Spy can't hear this.

- Ah ha ha ha, right on time.

Do you hear that, Dr. Beaker?

Your friend is in the sky above us

coming in to land.

[Supercar whooshing]

- Phase one of the operation completed, Professor.

Clear-Vu on, sending controls for remote handling.

I'll take the emergency intercom set with me.

She's all yours, Professor.

- Right Mike, and don't do anything foolish now.

- Don't worry, you fly Supercar.

I'll go get Beaker.

- It seems friend Mercury is not as good

at observation as I had thought.

I cannot see him and the sound

of his motors has faded too.

Can the fool not find us?

- Hello console, do you read me, do you read me?

- Reading, strength five.

Are you clear of take-off zone, Mike?

- I'm clear Professor.

You get her in the air, I'm going after Beaker.

[exciting instrumental music]

- All set I think Jimmy.

Let's hope I'm as good a pilot as Mike.

[engine rumbling]

- Aha, the engines are louder.

I think he's coming this way.

- Come on Professor, I'm halfway there.

[machines beeping]

[engine rumbling]

That's it, Professor.

Beautiful, you're doing fine.

- There it is, Dr. Beaker.

Do you see it?

Supercar. [laughs]

- My dear fellow, I do believe you're right.

- And they have seen us.

The machine has turned this way.

[engine rumbling]

Well done, Mr. Mercury.

If you would kindly put it down on our doorstep

up there on the edge of the crater.

Come friend Zarin, and you Doctor, you stay where you are.

[engine rumbling]

- Okay Professor, they're here.

If you come in to land on a slight angle

they'll see the cockpit's empty and maybe leave Beaker.

- Quite sure, Mike.

The rest is up to you!

[engine humming]

- Master Spy, there is no pilot.

- No pilot?

What do you mean, fool?

- See for yourself.

What does it mean?

- I will tell you, my idiot friend.

We know already the machine can be flown without a pilot.

This means that the cowardly Mr. Mercury

dared not meet us face to face

because he knows that this time we have won.

[soft instrumental music]

- No pilot?

Extraordinary, most extraordinary.

- I do not like it, Master Spy.

It is a trick.

Supercar flying by itself, it is unnatural.

- Fool, you suppose perhaps your green ghost

is responsible? [growls]

They have flown it from their laboratory.

- No pilot?

What can they have in mind?

- Don't yell out Tod, but the pilot's right here.

- Curious.

Most curious.

- Professor, Beaker's okay.

He's here with me.

Take off fast, we've got them fooled.

- Wait a minute my dear fellow.

- Hold it, Beaker's got something.

- This would appear to be an excellent opportunity

to test the new equipment I was installing.

- You mean all those loose wires?

- I do indeed.

Request them to depress the switch on the wall, would you?

- [Mike] Don't as me why, but Doc says to throw

that taped up wall switch.

- I'll do it, Professor.

- What's it all about, Doc?

- Well, it's something I had designed

to scare away inquisitive creatures.

I feel that Master Spy is about to fall

into the inquisitive category

so perhaps we might climb up and observe.

- Aha, it's warm inside is it not, friend Zarin?

Our very own Supercar.

- Here goes, Professor.

- I still don't like it, Master Spy.

Somehow I feel there is something wrong.

- Imbecile!

How can you possibly?

[humming and muttering]

- Here, I quick with it.

[both humming and muttering]

- Well, I never.

Instant dancing.

- They make a pretty good team, huh?

They should be on Broadway.

[both humming and muttering]

- Of course, really it was my intention

to use the charge against wild animals.

- Never mind, Doc.

It worked pretty well on Master Spy and Zarin.

- That is essentially true.

- The only thing is, with all your secrecy about that gizmo

someone could have thrown that switch

when I was climbing out of the cockpit, couldn't they?

And I'd have been hopping mad

in every sense of the word.

- My dear fellow, there's no cause for anxiety.

It says here that the charge of less

than a 150 volts with minimum current of course,

it would be most dangerous to try the main spot

is a positive tonic to the system.

- It is, huh?

Well, have this one on me.

[electricity zapping] [sputtering and laughing]

[playful instrumental music]

Me, I'd rather stay home and watch television.

Programs aren't so shocking.

Subtiles: Kilo

[engine humming]

♪ 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 owns the skies ♪

♪ Through the heaven's stormy rage ♪

♪ It's Mercury manned and everyone cries ♪

♪ It's the marvel of the age

♪ Supercar

♪ Supercar

Supercar!

[engine booming]