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(plane engine rumbling)

¢ Supercar f

¢ Supercar f

¢ With beauty and grace
as swift as can be f

£ Watch it flying through the air S

f It travels in space or under the sea

f And it can journey anywhere J

¢ Supercar f

¢ Supercar f

~ It travels on land or roams the skies J

~ Through the heaven's stormy rage I

£ It's mercury manned and everyone cries

f It's the marvel of the age I

¢ Supercar f

¢ Supercar f

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(engine roaring)

(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.

(explosion booming)

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?

(Mitch grunts)
(Mitch screeches)

Hey, Mike.

- Yes Jimmy?

Okay, you're end doc.

- Ah most satisfactory, yes.

It's just a small adjustment.

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

Did you, Mike?

- | shouldn't have thought so. Why?

- Well the paper says

there's at least one pirate on the loose.

A man called Morgan.

- Morgan.

| 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 yachts,

taking all their jewels and things.

- Many people are idiotic enough

to wear jewellery 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?

(Mitch grunting)

- 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.

The idea of capturing a descendant

of Henry Morgan is intriguing but, um-

- [Mike] 15,000.

- The Pacific is a sizable piece of water,

and | was wondering.

- [Mike] Charging two.

- How do you propose to find Mr. Morgan.

- 13,000, 15,000 fire one.

(rocket booming)

Fire two.

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

- True.

- And | have an idea just
what or should | 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 III, Professor.

- The Jason Monroe III?

- 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 | should say, Mike.

- If | know anything about Black Morgan,

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

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

- Yup and there she is.

Hold on to your seats.

We're going into a dive now.

(dramatic music)

- [Jason] There you are, gentleman.

Your shark's somewhere out there.

And the Jason Monroe is your shark bait.

- It's great of you Mr. Monroe.

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

| wondered if you'd do it for us.

- We are grateful to you, sir,

but do you realise 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 an office desk.

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

He'll 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.

(bright music)

- What do you think, Dr. Beaker?

- Well, | think all is well.

According to the newspaper cuttings,

this Black Morgan seems to operate here.

(Mitch grunting)
(Mitch screeching)

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

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

- Lunch time.

It's nearly 10 in the
morning now, Dr. Beaker,

hadn't we better get
Supercar in the water.

- | think you're right, Jimmy.

- Hi, there. May | come in?

You got it all figured out, Dr. Beaker?

- Ah yes.

We were just saying that it was about time

to launch Supercar.

We must not be seen by Black Morgan

before she's in the water.

- Anything you say, gentlemen.

You're the brains.

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

(Mitch grunting)
(Mitch screeching)

- You mean those are real, Mr. Monroe?

- Sure they're real, boy.

If you catch Mr. 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, Mr.
Mercury, and Supercar,

| hardly think that'll happen.

- No, he'll never what
happened, Professor,

not when he suddenly gets a taste of that.

Anyway, let's get her down under, huh?

- Alright, Mike, but keep
at periscope depth

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

- Okay, Professor.

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

- [Popkiss] 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.

(Mitch grunting)

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.

(rocket booming)

- Wow, that was really something.

- Fire two.

(rocket booming)

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

- Going down then.

(Mitch grunting)
(Mitch screeching)

(chains rattling)

(water lapping)

(water gurgling)

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?

(computer buzzing)

- 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, |
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 | was carrying a load of jewels

for some friends in Hawaii.

Hey, what's little Mitch up to?

(Mitch grunting)
(Mitch screeching)

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

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

(Mitch screeching)

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

(dramatic music)

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

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

but | 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 | don't see any arms.

- [Popkiss] Any flag, Mike?

- Can't tell from here.

- [Popkiss] 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.

(Mitch grunting)
(Mitch screeching)

- Yep, 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.

| fear that the explosion we had

was our radio aerial disintegrating.

- Don't worry, Dr. Beaker,

Mike can handle him in Supercar.

- Hey, what happened, doc?

| saw him fire in your direction.

- The main aerial, | fear.

- Not bad. Just as well
he doesn't know it.

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

- 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 | call taking
the bait in a big way.

- | only hope Dr. Beaker
and Jimmy can deal

with the electronic equipment down below

before he has a chance to see it.

- | can see him.

He's coming in fast.

Guess you better get
Operation Eye Patch underway.

| have to sign off now.

- Roger, Mike.

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

- Now what, Dr. Beaker?

- Well, it would never
do to have Mr. 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 | 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.

Mr. V Jason Monroe of
the Argosy, | believe.

- That's my name, sir.

May | 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 | have, but
what do you want with me?

| carry nothing of value.

- No, (laughs) don't fool me.

I'm well informed.

You have 100 grand in jewellery
in a safe in your cabin,

and I've come to get it.

(soft music)

- | wish | could dive a few feet.

Get the top of the periscope under,

but | gotta see when Black
Morgan leaves the Argosy,

and without radio contact with Beaker,

this baby is all | have.

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

(periscope whirring)

Now that's what | 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.

- | take your point, sir.

(dramatic music)

- He's here, Dr. Beaker.

Black Morgan.

- Precisely.

| look forward to meeting him.

- This is the cabin.

- Very nice.

Very nice.

Who are your guests?

- Professor Popkiss, Dr.
Beaker, and Mr. James Gibson.

This gentleman is Mr. Henry
Morgan, alias Black Morgan.

- What does he want?

- Ooh, great heavens! A pirate.

- Gee Dr. 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.

Mr. Morgan here shot it away.

Didn't you hear it?

No, oh yes | believe | did hear something.

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

- Ooh, | wouldn't, Mr. Morgan.

We can't get through.

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

- | said I'd make sure.

(Mitch screeching)

(vase thudding)
Ooh!

(Mitch grunting)
(Mitch screeching)

What the, ooh a monkey.

Careful you.

Don't try any more monkey tricks, you ape.

(Mitch screeches)

Now then, Monroe, open up.

- Now hold on, sir.

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

and take you to Hawaii?

Your men can't sink us with you onboard.

- Sure, Monroe, | thought of that.

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

Come on. The safe.

- Oh well. There.

(dramatic music)

- Thank you.

(dramatic suspenseful music)

- Quit stalling and get going.

Should've been off Argosy and away by now.

It's kind of chilly down here.

Ah, there we are.

- (laughs) Thanks for
the jewels, Mr. Monroe.

| 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.

- | 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 torpedoes have
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, Dr. Beaker?

- Console here. Beaker speaks.

Ready when you are, Mike.

Our visitor has gone.

- That's good enough for me, Doc.

Here | come.

- Remember to lower the periscope, pilot,

or the air drag will
hold you back too much.

- [Jason] Now hold it
a minute, Dr. 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 | come.

(boat horn honking)

- Black Morgan's sure to see him

as soon as he comes out of the water.

- And the odds are he'll
launch the torpedo at us

without waiting to inquire what goes on.

- Mm, yes, let me see.

If we rewired that-

- Dr. Beaker, didn't you hear?

We've gotta stop Mike from surfacing.

- Hm, what?

Oh, that would be quite
impossible, | 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 haul,

and they'll never catch me.

Not now (laughs).

(plane engine rumbling)

- There she blows.

- He's surfaced, Beaker.

Call him right away.

- Dr. Beaker.

(Mitch grunting)
(Mitch screeching)

- [Beaker] What?

- Mike's come out.

Get him on the intercom.

- And hurry, Beaker.

If Black Morgan spots him,
we may 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 about three
miles away from you by now.

- Console to pilot.

Try not to let him see you.

- Now hear this, Mike.

He mustn't see you.

His torpedoes have got
electronic homing heads,

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

- Oh has he? That's a
darned 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.

Call zero three.

Fire one two.

(dramatic music)

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

I'm climbing.

(engine roaring)

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

- He's fired a torpedo.

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

(suspenseful music)

- Says he's four miles off.

Torpedo speed 30 knots.

That gives us several minutes grace.

- Several minutes?

- | suggest we use it to abandon ship.

He's bound to hit us.

- Dear, now with a few hundred
volts across the anode.

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, Old Beaker.

| wish | had your confidence.

- What have you done, Dr. Beaker?

- Well, if I've 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.

- | 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 friend Morgan.

Here | go.

(engine whining)
(dramatic music)

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

- Oh, no, you don't.

- Dead on target. Fire!

(gun firing)

- Alright, Mr. 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)
(engine whining)

- Fire.

(gun firing)

- Steady. | only need one shot. Fire!

(weapon firing)
(explosion booming)

Got him. Got him below the water line.

He better abandon ship
before his torpedoes blow.

(dramatic music)

Well, Mr. 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.

| could've used a guy
like you in my racket.

Boy, what a team, you and Supercar.

(Mitch grunting)
(Mitch screeching)

(plane engine rumbling)

¢ Supercar f

¢ Supercar f

¢ With beauty and grace
as swift as can be f

£ Watch it flying through the air S

f It travels in space or under the sea

f And it can journey anywhere J

¢ Supercar f

¢ Supercar f

~ It travels on land or roams the skies J

~ Through the heaven's stormy rage I

f It's Mercury manned and everyone cries f

f It's the marvel of the age I

¢ Supercar f

¢ Supercar f

¢ Supercar f

(engine roaring)