All language subtitles for Operazione Goldman (Margheriti, Antonio 1966)_BDRip.1080p.x264.AAC_EN

That's a
two-million-dollar button.

Every time it's pressed,
two million dollars'

worth of government
hardware goes into the drink

off Cape Kennedy.

They've been pressing
that button lately

like the doorbell at Fort Knox.

Somebody doesn't want Uncle
Sam to get to the moon,

because six rockets
down out of six launches

spells sabotage.

And sabotage spells F.S.I.C,

Federal Security
Investigation Commission.

Our security office
got its first lead

on this Cape caper when
Dr. Rooney discovered

some mysterious signals coming
from the bottom of the sea.

He and Wilkes got permission
from Washington to investigate.

Are we all set?

All in order, Dr. Rooney.

Dr. Rooney was
one of the brain powers

behind the moon project.

It was his theory that
our rockets were being

drawn off course
by radiation forces

that were confusing
the trajectory systems.

That was the first clue
to our picture puzzle.

Who or what the picture
was of was anybody's guess.

One thing certain,
our whole moon project

was in grave danger.

Professor Rooney and the diver

are now crossing the lagoon.

Shall I follow?

Why should you follow
when I can see them from here?

They won't go very far.

You mean you're going to...

Who needs a diver?

Not only, he has
too good a plane.

Yes, sir.

Thanks.

The signals
are coming from the bottom

of the sea.

They seem to center here at
the entrance of the lagoon.

And that's what's sabotaging

our rockets, professor?

The radiation signals interfere

with our rockets' trajectory
systems at the Cape.

The rocket is drawn off
course and we're forced

to destroy our own rockets.

Oh, don't forget to check
the guide counter for

residual radiation when
you get to the bottom.

Wix.

Come back.

There's too much radio activity.

Come up, I say.

I think I've got
something here, professor.

There's a dome shaped object.

Brand new, no erosion.

I'll go over and have a look.

Come up, Wix.

With the
disappearance of Dr. Rooney,

the F.S.I.C office
knew it was up against

a force that was
playing nine pins

with Uncle Sam's rockets
and wouldn't be satisfied

with just a spare, but the
mystery of Dr. Rooney's

disappearance at least
solved the mystery

of whether there were
saboteurs working

in the area of the Cape.

They were there.

And so another piece
of our picture puzzle

fell into place.

Who the enemy was, or where they

were operating from would
complete the picture.

That's where my
department, Section S,

came in on the caped caper.

Whoever is causing
the sabotage will have to

be apprehended without delay.

Senator, I
estimated our moon project

has been set back 10 months.

We must have results.

There's no doubt
in my mind that Dr. Rooney

met with foul play.

We've assigned
Section S to find Dr. Rooney

and check out his theories.

Our code name for this
operation in Lightning Bolt.

Mills, have you sent
for Captain Flanagan?

I did.

We have two of
our best people assigned

to Lightning Bolt.

I always wondered
about this Section S.

Captain Flanagan
is in the Texas room.

Very well.

The section chief,
Captain Flanagan,

is in the outer office
right now, senator.

I suggest that the captain
brief you on the operation.

Captain Flanagan's
assistant, Harry Sennet,

is already at the Cape.

Now, if you don't mind, senator,

I think perhaps we'd
better have a look

before we pull the captain in.

Captain Flanagan.

We refer to Captain
Flanagan as Agent 36-22-36.

A woman?

That woman, sir, was the
delicate instrument who stopped

those two enemy agents
that secured the plans

of Thor 6.

Hm, well I hope
Agent 36-22-36 measures

up to form on this assignment.

Show Captain Flanagan in.

One of those agents had
a multiple spine fracture

after that doll got
through with him.

Quite a woman.

And intelligent, no doubt.

Captain Flanagan, sir.

Oh, come in, Captain.

I want you to meet
Mr. Mills of security.

How do you do?

And Senator Woolner of the

Appropriations Committee.

Very pleased indeed.

Shall we sit down?

Young lady, captain.

I hope you'll excuse if
I approach the subject

without further delay.

The point is, captain,
the senator here and I,

would like to know the
whereabouts of Professor Rooney.

For two weeks now,
every moment of our day

has been taken up by the
professor's disappearance.

How many people,
beside yourself,

are working on this case?

There is only myself
and Lieutenant Sennet.

Uh, just two people
in the whole section?

Amazing.

Is he working at this time?

Unfortunately for our
taxpayers, yes, he is.

I beg your pardon?

You see, our agent
doesn't believe in violence.

He has much greater faith
in the power of money.

That's why the treasury
department has given him

unlimited funds to draw upon.

He's free to spend whatever
he feels is necessary

to complete a mission.

Whatever the amount.

The F.S.I.C office
decided that a playboy

on holiday in Florida
would be a good cover role

while I look for Dr.
Rooney, and whoever

was turning on the tilt
light in our moon game,

so I arrived at the Cape
with a blank checkbook

packed up with several
million dollars in the bank.

After setting up housekeeping
and getting acquainted

with a few restless
natives, I went shopping for

a private sea plane.

Hey.

I don't knew whether to
be air sick or sea sick.

Be happy we made
it without losing an engine.

I'd better sell it
to the American fast

before it falls apart.

It doesn't take
long to acquire the habits

of a millionaire, but I
knew my happy circumstances

would probably be as
short lived as they were

for the deposed South
American president

I was buying the plane from.

Anyway, until the
completion of this caper,

I thought rich,
played the playboy,

and acquired a few playboy props

to decorate my spy trap.

I'm so sorry senior.

Es bueno?

You buy it then?

Buy what?

Oh, the plane.

Yeah, sure.

- It's perfecto.
- Oh, bueno.

- Except for that photo.
- Huh?

Who is he?

Perdone me, senior.

It's our ex-president.

Oh, he's in exile now,
but this was his plane.

Oh maybe when I
get through with it

you can sell it to
your next president.

You'd better make it very
quick then, aye, senior?

Of course.

Okay.

Don't go away.

You're part of the deal.

It's good to be back in
my happy hunting grounds.

The prey is just the
other side of this jungle.

Bueno, senor.

My home away from
home was the Hotel Florida,

the spa for spies.

They even had a safe at
the desk where the guests

could check their microfilm.

I found that the pool was a
good spot to keep your guests

under a careful surveillance.

Hi.

I'll picture a George
Hipplewhite, Harvard, 1955.

Hi.

I'll step out of your sun, baby.

I'm sure you wouldn't
wanna be shadowed.

How do you like my tan, Harry?

Tan-talizing.

I discovered that there
was one blonde motihari

who couldn't keep
her eyes off me.

Perhaps she just
wanted to get a glimpse

at my bank book.

Blonde motihari had
an innocent looking

blonde friend, Sylvia.

Sylvia was one of
those restless natives

I became acquainted with.

I decided to keep them
both under surveillance

while they kept me
under surveillance.

It wasn't too difficult
to keep my eye on them.

It's a good plane.

Only used to fly

our ex-president into exile.

I pay plenty of money for it.

Of course.

Hello.

Hi.

- What are you drinking?
- I'm sorry.

Oh, pardon me.

In America, I always drink beer.

Two.

I hope I get some
blue chip stamps.

10,000 more books and I get
a solid gold bowling ball.

I tacked on a few extra dollars.

I hate odd figures.

There aren't many
odd figures around here,

are there, senor?

Remember, Fidel, I
want the package deal.

Plane, pilot, and that hostess.

Si, senor.

Guess who?

Miss America?

Guess right?

Send me the papers and
keep it gassed and ready.

Si, bueno.

Si, senor.

I've been gassed and
ready for three hours.

I was out shopping.

How about dinner?

Archie's back.

So we'll live dangerously.

Our thin ice is
starting to crack.

He's a very jealous husband.

There he is, he's coming.

Oh Louie.

Whiskey sour.

And Louie, send them
over to my cottage.

Ciao.

Archie.

Archie, baby!

How is my Daddy Warbucks?

How about some
ping pong, poopsie?

I had found
that Sylvia wasn't really

an innocent blonde.

She carried around a silencer,

her husband Archie.

Whenever he was around,
Sylvia and I couldn't speak.

You'd never call me,
poopsie, would you, sweetie?

The hotel had given me
a cozy little cottage

near the lagoon where Dr.
Rooney had disappeared.

It was decorated in
early Carlsbad Caverns,

and came with wall
to wall wire taps

and probably had the kind of
bugs you couldn't exterminate.

It had hot and
cold running water,

but it ran very strangely.

I saw them leave the shower
on when I go out for the day.

Hot and cold running brunettes.

Hi, Harry.

Captain Flanagan.

You're in my shower.

Then play host
and scrub my back.

You know, you're getting fat.

Compared to whom?

Turn around.

And don't tease the help.

Well then, go and
get us a drink ready.

And Harry?

After a shower, I
like my martini dry.

One drip dry martini.

With an olive.

But you look like
a modern Gibson girl to me.

Well I must say,
you didn't skimp on

your expense account, did you?

I hope you aren't taking
your role as a playboy

too seriously.

Remember, when the ball
is over, your checks turn

into rubber again.

If you've come to
check my expenses,

this is the best they had.

Since Rooney's
disappearance, the NASA people

are in a panic.

We've got to find him, Harry.

That moon rocket is
going off in three days.

I think I'm on the
right track right here.

Thank you.

These cottages are so
overpriced, I get the feeling

I'm the only one
who can afford them.

They don't seem to
want any customers.

Go on.

The cottages on the north
side have a clear view

of Cape Kennedy.

Well?

Why didn't you
take one of those?

No vacancy on the
north side, they told me.

And yet they're all
vacant except one.

A blonde and her husband
are living in it.

Did you give it the once over?

So far, I've only
managed to conduct

a thorough investigation
of the blonde occupant.

That figures.

Come on, let's go take
a walk in the moonlight

- before they turn it off.
- What?

Don't worry, I'm just setting
a scene, make it look good.

I think we've got
an audience now.

This is nice.

It's like being
in a hornet's nest

all of our own.

Hello?

Well, well, well.

What a pleasant surprise.

Mr. Archie White.

Looking for something
in particular?

- My wife, she...
- In the drawer?

No, stay away from me.

What are you up to?

No, don't.

Now you talk.

You're insane.

I want to know who you are,

who you're working for,

and what this
place is all about.

I don't know what you mean.

I can have you arrested.

I could have you put...

If you live that long.

Don't hurt me.

Talk!

No.

I'll kill you, fat man.

No.

No, don't kill me.

Spill it.

Please, please I'll talk.

I'll tell you everything.

Get down.

Did you see anything?

No.

I think we'd better
check Archie's cottage.

Come on.

Fine.

And I want to see that
blonde you investigated.

Look.

Huh?

What's that?

Oh, they're grain silos.

Grain silos?

They belong to a brewery.

I took some aerial photos
of the place today,

along the coast.

Keep your slingshot handy.

Let's go.

Stay close to me.

It seems there's
no blonde around.

Oh.

There's nothing up there.

Where are the beeps leading?

Towards the bedroom.

Oh really?

The radioactive
trail leads that way.

This whole area is
beyond the normal limits.

It seems that
blonde used expensive perfume.

Pat.

Take a look.

You wait here.

Uh uh.

Not a chance.

Then you go first.

Captain.

Oh, sure.

This cottage has a
heck of a basement.

It's still ticking away.

I wish I knew where
it's leading us.

Well what if we're caught?

Maybe we tell 'em we came
in to read the gas meter.

Come on, lieutenant.

We must be in one
of those silos.

Yeah, I guess it's one of those

we saw outside.

A very fancy grain silo.

Maybe it's been
through urban renewal.

The signals are
getting stronger.

Well, this is as
far as we can go.

And we can't go back either.

Yeah.

Have you gone made?

What would you have done?

Written out a check?

Try climbing those pipes.

Harry, listen.

Save your breathe, honey,
you're gonna need it.

Come on, get up.

Come on, I'll give you a hand.

Hang on to this, and
give me your purse.

What are you up to now?

If we can plug up that
hole, the air pressure

should keep the
water from rising.

Oh Harry, I dropped it.

What'll we do?

I'm gonna call the plumber.

Harry.

I need your scarf.

Here.

What happens when
the air is gone?

You put on a tail and
turn into a mermaid.

Harry, I'm beginning
to be afraid.

Okay, honey.

I've got to take another
look at those doors.

Oh!

If that fool goes down again,

open panel two.

Yes, sir.

Pat!

Pat?

Pat?

I'm here, Harry.

Come on, honey,
the water's fine.

You can do it, baby,
don't be afraid.

Oh!

Captain.

He's getting away.

I want every trace destroyed.

You understand?

Call security and have 'em
turn the place inside out.

What's the next move?

Harry, where will you be?

I'm going back into the cottage.

Go on.

I've got a courtesy
call to make.

I'll check with
you later, captain.

Oh.

It's you.

You frightened me.

You didn't think it was
Archie, did you, Sylvia?

No, I'm worried about Archie.

He went out last night
and just hasn't come back.

But you.

What happened to you?

Fell into a pool.

What game are you
playing, playboy?

I'm on a scavenger hunt.

You got a cigarette, honey?

Mine are all wet.

That's a strong brand.

Just a toy pistol.

Keeps you fresh
boys at a distance.

And now, if you don't mind, I
think it's time for you to go.

Oh?

And how do I get out?

Through the front door
or through the bookcase?

Maybe you're not going anywhere.

You should have stuck to
being a playboy, Harry.

What are you gonna do with that?

Spit in my eye?

That's some squirt
gun you've got.

Next time, it's for you.

Shall we talk it over?

Save your charms
for that brunette.

I've been wise to you
all the time, lieutenant.

Well, it probably wouldn't
have worked out anyhow.

You're too skinny.

Oh.

Who is that girl
you had with you?

My maiden aunt.

She does it with health food.

I don't know what you're up to

or what you're getting out
of it but whatever it is,

I can double it.

Triple it.

I'll,

even get you a real gun.

No deal.

I like this one.

You shouldn't have
stuck your nose

into our business.

I'm beginning to believe it.

What business are
you in, anyway?

You might let a guy
know he's doing it for.

Now you're just wasting time.

Oh!

Oh.

What brought you back?

Your jealous heart?

Too bad she didn't
squirt a little juice

on that smirk of yours.

And to think,

I came all the way back,
just to give you this.

Who says money isn't everything?

If it hadn't been for
these, you'd be heartbroken.

- Oh!
- The silos!

Well, boss.

I guess we're gonna have
to start from scratch.

The picture puzzle still
didn't seem to make much sense.

We had knocked down two
of the enemy's agent

with our spy swatter,

but they were just two
gnats in a hornet's nest,

and their deaths left
us without a lead.

I still hadn't checked
Dr. Rooney's apartment

so I decided to drive
to his residence

out at the Cape
where I bumped into

the blonde motihari
from poolside,

the one who had
beautiful eyes for me.

You dropped your spy glasses.

What a shame to hide
such beautiful eyes.

I think we might, uh,

beg our pardons in a
more secluded spot?

Good bye, thanks a lot.

Yes, sir?

Keys to 305, Professor Rooney.

Only you friend has the
professor's permission, sir.

What do you mean my friend?

The young lady you
were just speaking to.

Apparently blonde
motihari also had eyes

for Dr. Rooney's apartment.

And that meant that Dr.
Rooney did discover something

before he disappeared,
and they were after it

as much as we were.

It's Kary.

Yes.

He's going up to
Rooney's apartment.

Did you find the tapes?

No, I turned the
place inside out, but...

It's impossible.

Rooney left them there.

Have the trucks head for the
launching area immediately.

And I'm warning you.

No more mistakes.

Very good.

On the chance
they may not have found

what they wanted, I decided
to give Rooney's apartment

a thorough sift.

The only trouble was,
I didn't know exactly

what I was looking for.

It was kind of like trying
to find a whatchamacallit

in a haystack.

Either blonde motihari
had given the place

a frantic ransacking,
or Dr. Rooney had been

a terrible slob.

Laser rays.

Saboteurs are able
to direct these rays

to varying points around
the Cape to our rockets.

The laser rays interfere
with the rockets'

gyro system, causing
it to go off course.

I've discovered one such
laser ray installation

beneath the lagoon and will
investigate it further.

However, there must be
other ray installations

around the Cape and any
further moon launches,

they are futile until they've
been protected and destroyed.

Is that you, Wix?

Yes, professor.

All set to go.

Good man.

Is all the electronic
equipment on board?

Yes, sir.

I have the guide
counter rewired with the

underwater conduits and the
boat is gassed and waiting.

If you'll
just wait a few minutes, Wix,

I just want to
finish this report.

I suggest we leave right away.

The moon rises in two hours.

The moon.

I'll be glad when
this project is over.

Just a moment, Wix, and
I'll turn off the recorder

and we can be on our way.

I hope...

Captain Flanagan?

Yes.

A call from a Harry Sennet.

Yes, I'll take it.

Hello, boss.

I'm at Rooney's place.

You'd better send the
security boys right away.

It sounds interesting.

Yeah, very interesting.

And Rooney was nice enough
to put it all on tape.

What's the next movie?

Sounds wild, but I
think there's a blonde

who can decipher the
whole mess for us.

Well I'm
going to want a full report

on that blonde.

You and your reports.

I'll be right over
and make a verbal one.

That ought to hold
hold 'em for a while.

The important thing is that you
postpone Friday's launching.

But Friday's
launching has been moved up

to this evening.

What?

Stop your shouting, lieutenant.

Everything's been checked
out and they found

all systems go.

Blast off should be any minute.

Stop the countdown.

Oh but Harry.

We can't do that.

The rocket will be destroyed.

Listen, it's just not possible.

I've got to stop them.

Listen.

Harry?

This check'll bounce.

It's a matter of minutes now.

In fact, at this very moment,

the clock shows two
minutes and 38 seconds

before launch time.

There has been no
pre-ship to change

in atmospheric conditions.

Places have been
checked and rechecked.

We're at two minutes
and 21 seconds.

Behind the side bunkers.

The blast off...

We'd better call in.

It's Sennet.

Truck cape 26.

Hello, base.

Everyone is working

under extreme pressure.

The mechanical failures
of the preceding...

However, we are only

a few minutes from countdown.

Here's cape 26.

Places ready.

Here comes another one.

What's going on?

Everybody gets through here.

Investigations and
general shake up

to personnel.

Switch you over to
operations where you

will be able to follow
the final countdown.

He broke through.

Makes no difference.

He won't reach the
launch site in time.

Make sure the
trucks are in place.

We're now switching you over

to operations.

All systems go.

Final countdown.

10, nine, eight, seven,

six, five, four, three,

two, one.

Okay, mister, on your feet.

Come on.

Watch it man, I
think he's off his rocker.

Yeah, and he's off limits.

Sorry, I was shipwrecked.

Yeah, I know.

You got washed ashore.

Tell it to the CO.

Come on, he loves jokers.

Come on, go ahead.

Hey, where do you
think you're goin'?

You crazy?

It's about time.

Where you been, huh?

Hey boys.

You got a pen?

I gotta write...

Maddox?

What happened?

Hey, Sam?

Sam?

Sam?

Hey you!

Stay right there!

Around the corner here.

We got him!

I think he's over that way.

He's up the kernel,
get him up there.

He's gone around that way.

Mr. Sennet,
stand perfectly still.

I'm here behind you.

Well if it isn't poopsie.

You never run out of surprises.

The fat man, and
all in one piece.

Get ready for your last
surprise, Mr. Sennet.

Now wait a minute.

I always drink your beer.

I'll tell you what.

I'll go you one better.

A long life,

and 10 million
dollars to go with it.

Hm?

Oh you're crazy.

Fort Knox'll guarantee
every one of 'em.

Go ahead.

Uh.

If you pull that trigger,
the check is worthless.

You see, this is a
transistorized pen.

The second my heart
stops beating,

it starts transmitting.

You must think
I'm awfully stupid.

Check it.

Unscrew the cap.

Hey you!

Pull him up.

Stop.

No Max.

Keep this one in one piece.

Go on.

Put him in the capsule.

Here, that's got it.

Kary, I want you down here also.

That Rehte beer
really packs a wallop.

I'd promised myself I'd
never touch another drop.

That is, if I could jump
out of the way in time.

Rooney.

Professor Rooney.

Them you're alive after all.

Oui.

Well come on, wake up, Einstein.

I just took 10 years off
my life looking for ya.

You might at least say hello.

I'm a fly caught
in a spiders' web.

And you've come to
keep me company.

I see no reason to be overjoyed.

Who are you?

Harry Sennet.

Section S of the
Security Commission.

Up until now that is.

Where are we, professor?

The Security Commission.

When I warned them
of my suspicions,

they said I was mad.

And when the rockets first
failed, I was accused

of having sabotaged
the experiments,

only to prove my point.

What's that thing?

The model laser
I was workin' on.

An instrument of great
creative properties,

unless controlled by a maniac.

I was hoping it'd be
of some use to mankind.

Now, if I'm alive, it's
only because I can still

be of use to him.

Who's him?

He calls himself Rehte.

Oh.

Like the beer.

That figures.

Don't tell me you're only
mixing hops, professor.

Rehte was well aware of my
theories concerning laser rays

and now forcing me to
develop them for his use.

And my reward will be this.

Look.

Observe.

Good lord, what is it?

It's a hibernation chamber.

Everyone's life is
suspended indefinitely.

When Rehte no longer
has any use for a man,

he doesn't kill him,

but suspends his life
through hibernation.

It's a sort of death or
life, a limbo, if you will.

But it gives the victim the hope

of being revived one day.

It's of little
consolation, I'd say.

I...

You're to come with me.

Mr. Rehte is waiting for you.

Well, then let's not
keep him waiting, honey.

You have free run of
this place, don't you?

What's your connection
here, sweetheart?

My father is held prisoner
in the hibernation chamber.

I haven't much choice but
to follow Rehte's orders.

Maybe two heads can
work better than one.

With your help, I might find...

Yes, I'd like to help you.

But no one can escape Rehte.

You haven't a chance.

He'd only destroy you.

He's just too powerful.

No one can do
anything against him.

Now go.

I can't come any further.

Welcome Mr. Sennet.

I was certain that
sooner or later you would

do me the honor of
paying me a visit.

You look disappointed.

I was expecting
something different.

Are you always
pushing your beer?

I brew many things, young man.

Including an excellent whiskey.

You care for a drop?

On the rocks.

If you can spare
some of your ice.

Thanks.

And what can I do for you before
entering your deep freeze?

Yes, I'd like to help you.

But no one can escape Rehte.

You haven't a chance.

He'd only destroy you.

He's just too powerful.

No one can do
anything against him.

I've never killed anyone
until now, Mr. Sennet.

But you may be the first.

I'll decline the honor.

You are the only
unpleasant incident in my

otherwise impeccable plan.

Thank you.

You've got quite a set
up here, Mr. Rehte.

But a core must
have cost a bundle.

But I can meet any figure.

I would be careful
of a blind purchase.

How much are you
asking to clear out

and leave me the keys?

Oh, Mr. Sennet.

Very shortly, I will
own the Earth itself.

Look.

This is my favorite view
of the underground city

you are now in.

It's situated practically
under Cape Kennedy.

This is a lab, our
separation chamber.

By extracting the
volcanic magma from

the Earth's crust, I obtain
a limitless supply of energy.

It can only cease when
the world comes to an end.

If I wish it to come to an end.

I need but very few
men to run my city.

All is completely automated.

Keep your eye on the
monitor, Mr. Sennet.

That's it.

With an electronically
controlled laser cannon

on the moon, aimed at the Earth,

I can control all cities.

Disintegrate them at will.

Just by pressing
on a little button.

Great idea.

But who's gonna take
your cannon to the moon?

Santa Claus?

I'll show you that, too.

Just be patient.

I should have warned you
that I'm not particularly

fond of personal contact.

And now, here is Santa Claus,

as you put it, Mr. Sennet.

Here, Mr. Secret Service,
is the deep sea tower

for where my laser
cannon, as you see,

will be launched onto the moon.

Yes, that's my Santa Claus.

And he's about ready
for his long journey.

Now I'm sure you'll appreciate
why I just couldn't allow

your people at Cape Kennedy
to precede me on the moon.

How much do you think the
governments of the world

will pay to save their cities?

Whatever it takes to
hire a legion of agents

to do you in, Mr. Rehte,
you won't get to push

that button much.

What you fail to
understand, my good man,

is that unless I do press
the button, my laser

will automatically destroy
the Earth's cities.

Your police agents will
guard me with their lives.

For only I can delay
their destruction.

I think I will
hibernate you after all.

You will be awakened
and appointed as my

personal bodyguard
when the world is mine.

You're mad, Rehte, mad!

You're insane.

You're out of your mind.

And you'll die like a rat
at the bottom of the sewer!

Prepare the disinfection room.

Strap his hands.

Rooney.

Unless you deliver result
within the 48 hours,

I will take your laser
and experiment it on you.

48 hours.

It's useless, Kary.

An old ma trying to
fight with the devil.

We're going to have to
do something professor.

Sennet is now our only hope.

Is he now?

Yes, I'm sure of it.

Fuel to level two.

Insert charge in the K-pod.

Harry.

I got stuck in my sleeping bag.

You know how to
unzip this thing?

Here.

You're going to have to
stand perfectly still.

Go ahead.

This is going to burn, Harry.

The metal clamp is
too resistant to heat.

You'll only be scorched.

I know.

But I can't walk around
with a couch on my back.

I've got an idea.

It'd better be good.

Everything here is automated.

Maybe it works with an
electromagnetic system.

Hang on.

He evaded, to unit six.

Unit six, check in the
chronic disinfection room.

Prisoner is escaping.

That's got it.

Harry, what are we gonna do now?

You go to the professor and
see if you can get him out.

I've gotta find some
way to blast this place

to kingdom come.

Hold it!

Come on!

Run Harry!

Run!

Kary!

Go!

Kary!

Run!

There he is.

Come on!

Go on.

Why did you break
our pact, Kary?

Why?

No, no, Rhete.

Don't do it, I beg of you.

You can't do it.

You're wrong, I can do it.

But the fact is,
you are responsible.

You betrayed my good faith.

You broke our pact
and in so doing, Kary,

I'm afraid you have
just killed your father.

Look.

No.

No.

How could you do such a thing?

Stop!

Stop!

No!

Murderer!

You're a murderer!

Get on the riggy.

There he is.

Emergency.

All units.

Isolate generators, prepare
for emergency launching.

Hey!

He has escaped
in the lava conduits.

Await orders, await orders.

Emergency, you idiot.

All units, all units,
emergency maneuver.

Fueling operations.

All units, all
units, emergency maneuver.

At your stations.

All units, all units,
emergency maneuver.

Stand by at launching stations.

Emergency maneuver.

Ready for check out controls.

Unit six, check and
integrate readings

on liquid oxygen.

Unit four, unit four.

Check out the electronic
emergency device.

Unit three, couple
excitors for build up.

Activate specific impulses
on propulsion six.

Remove that feel grate
and open the ports.

Fuelers close
all propellor tanks.

Unit two, check automatic
relays on combustion battery.

Unit one, stand
by for countdown.

Make all systems go.

Sennet.

Sennet.

This is Rooney.

Follow the corridors with
the green and the blue

piping only.

The green and the blue.

Hurry, man, the lava's already
filled the other passages.

Why is he standing
there, for crying.

Move, will ya?

Ready to start
you the countdown.

That's it, follow
it to the main door

before it's too late.

Close the hatchery
to all passages.

Turn off automatic
door controls.

Action manual
openings on capsule panels.

Detach scaffolding couples
and tower elevators

at respective terminal points.

Make all systems
go for countdown.

Stop!

He moves at all.

Stop right where
you are, Sennet,

or you'll end you
just like Kary.

Don't believe the fiend, Harry.

He can't do a thing to ya.

The electronic barrier.

Get him now, Harry,
he's helpless.

The attention poles
have been discharged.

I shorted them myself.

Look at his face,
Harry, he's bluffing.

He knows as much his
device doesn't work.

Now's your chance.

Go on Harry.

Get him now!

Go for him, man, go on!

Quick, you fools.

Kill him!

Go on, kill him!

I didn't like your beer either.

Glory be, what is it?

Professor!

Professor!

Harry, quick, over here.

Did you get Rehte?

In the lava.

We'll be swimming in it,
too, if we don't get moving.

Come on.

Alright, close it, so
we can get into position.

Looks like the
firing is automatic.

I wouldn't swear
by that professor.

Huh?

Well then how do we
launch this thing?

Take this.

It has a transmitter.

You can signal for help.

It looks like this capsule
can only be activated

from the outside.

What are you going?

Are you mad?

The world needs men
like you professor.

I'm only indispensable
to myself.

Fasten your seatbelt.

Take a breather professor.

It looks me we made it.

Still got my watch, professor?

Then we're in business.

You see that signal catch?

Press it and relax
until they get here.

Your watch

seems to do everything.

Even tell time.

Hey, hey!

Who knows whether they got
my signal or yours, professor.

Huh?

Easy professor.

Operation Lightning
Bolt completed, captain.

Heh.

By the skin of your teeth.

You know, I can
always count on you

for a word of comfort.

Would you mind preparing
my couch for an

afternoon nap?

Si, si.

Si, senor.

Alright.

The check book, senor.

The mission's over.

The way you're panting,
you're liable to buy her

the Panama Canal.

Well?

Worth 10 million dollars and
I couldn't even give it away.

Here Flanagan, you take
care of the professor.

And remember.

Until we land, I'm
captain of my ship.

Mind if I borrow your pen?

Thank you.

You're welcome.

How long can we stay aloft?

Maximum speed, we have
fuel for four hours, sir.

Hm.

Well, then we'll
cruise at minimum.

Okay.

Oh senor, our
drinks are ready, senor.

Lovely, lovely.

Oh I've been
waiting for you senor.

Am I still part of the deal?

Eh.

I'm afraid the deal's off.

Hm.

At ease, lieutenant.