All language subtitles for SUPERCAR - S01 Ep05 - What Goes Up

[airplane engine rumbling]

♪ 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 ♪

♪ It travels on land or
roams the skies ♪

♪ Through the heavens'
stormy rage ♪

♪ It's Mercury-manned,
and everyone cries ♪

♪ It's the marvel of the age ♪

♪ Supercar ♪

♪ Supercar ♪

[loud booming]

[ethereal music]

[monkey chattering]

- No, Mitch, we can't
go in there.

[chattering]

With all that special equipment

and Colonel Lewis too,

Dr. Beaker says there just
isn't any room for us.

[disappointed grunting]

Tell you what, though.

We could go and watch
on the monitor

in the control room.

[animated chattering]

Come on, then.

We'll be able to see
just exactly

what they're doin'.

[electronics beeping,
static crackling]

- Well, gentlemen, so far,
so good.

She'll gain a little
more altitude

over the next hour or
so, but it'll be slow.

- Present altitude
reading is somewhere

in the region of um,
105,000 feet.

- Yes, that's about the average

for one of our balloons.

She's carrying a heavier
load than usual,

but well, she's up all right.

- I guess you're right, Colonel,

but what goes up, must
come down, check?

- Oh, oh no, not this baby,

not on your sweet life.

She's okay up there in
the stratosphere.

But we don't want her
down here again.

No sirree, not with that...
[dialogue fades out]

- There, Mitch.

Now you can see most everything.

It's like being at the movies.

[chattering]

I know, if we were at the movies

you would have a bag of popcorn.

Here you are, then.

[excited screeching]

- Hello, Jimmy.

You have a ringside seat, I see.

- Guess so, professor.

When does the big picture start?

[laughs]

- Not yet, Jimmy.

There is still just
routine checking.

- Hello, South Dakota.

South Dakota, do you read?

- [Man] South Dakota
here, reading track clear.

- [Mike] Canaveral, do you read?

- [Man] Canaveral clear.

- Patterson Field, do you read?

- [Man] Patterson Field here.

Yeah, free is clear.

- That's it, then.

All subsidiary tracking stations

reading clearly, Colonel.

- Oh, thank you, thank you.

In that case, with your
permission, Professor,

and your help, Dr Beaker,

we'll continue readings
for another hour,

and then blow her.

- What do you mean blow her,
Professor?

- Um, explode the canister,
I mean.

Destroy it.
- Yeah, that's right, Jimmy.

Make a bang that'll be
seen for miles,

with a telescope of course.

Fireworks in the stratosphere.

That's why we call the
project Fourth of July.

[grunting]

- Maybe you get it, Mitch,
but I don't.

Why're you gonna explode it,
Colonel?

Why can't you bring it
down somehow?

Say on a parachute?

- Well, we could, Jimmy, easily.

But it would be too dangerous.

- It packs a whale
of a punch, right?

- You see, Jimmy, that
capsule up there

contains more than seven liters

of the Colonel's new
rocket fuel,

quite apart from all
the instruments

transmitting readings to Dr.
Beaker.

- Don't the instruments
cost an awful lot?

- Well, I'm afraid they do,
but we just

can't risk bringin' 'em down,

just the same.

- Why, tap it with a
rubber mallet,

and I should think it
would go off like a bomb.

- Oh, he's right, too.

It's okay up there at
100,000 feet,

but down here-

- It might still explode?

No matter how gently
you put it down?

- That's about the size of it.

- And that's entirely
neglecting the possibility

that it has received
quite a considerable

amount of radiation.

Not too much, I hope.

- So instead, Jimmy,

we explode it up there
where it harms no one.

- But in any case, it
won't be wasted.

- The Colonel will by then

have received much
valuable information.

- Thanks to your cooperation,
gentlemen.

- I don't know, Mitch.

I guess it sounds safer up
there, at that.

[grunting]

Not for me, Mitch.

Reckon you're more interested
in popcorn than balloons.

[excited chattering]

- Time for another check.

- There, um, appears to be

quite a sudden rise in
the capsule's

internal pressure, Colonel.

- Yes, uh, that's okay, Doctor.

It used to do that sometimes
in the preliminary tests.

- Oh, really?

I'm glad to hear it. Very glad.

And I'm bound to say,

I put little faith in
your stabilizer.

- It seems that Dr.
Beaker thinks

that on account of we're
the Air Force,

we aren't likely to be
chemical geniuses.

- My dear fellow, I imply, uh,

nothing of the kind.

[electronics whirring]

It's up 2.4 atmospheres.

- That's still within
theoretical normal limits,

you know, Dr. Beaker.

- Somethin' wrong, Mike?

- Just can't tell, Jimmy.

Half of it's way over my head.

- Sounds like the safest
place for it to be.

- In any case, Doc,
if she does blow now,

it'll save you the
trouble of using

your little radio trigger,
won't it?

- Not my little radio
trigger, I assure you.

The Air Force's.

I am bound to say,

that I put very little
confidence in that either.

- Well, okay, Dr. Beaker.

We grovel. We are
military apes, all of us.

[chattering]

- No, Mitch, he didn't
mean any offense.

[grunting]

- Don't mind the Doc, Colonel,

he's like that with
all of us here.

Nobody is really up
to his level.

- External temperature
minus 55 Centigrade.

- Calling South Dakota,
do you read?

- Internal minus ten and normal.

- [Man] South Dakota here.
Trace steady.

- Internal pressure
now down again.

My apologies, Colonel.

Reading 1.2
atmospheres and normal.

- Canaveral, do you read?

- [Man] Canaveral, trace clear.

- Radiation, fuel strength,
mmmmm.

- Normal?
- Uh, yes.

- Patterson Field, do you read?

- [Man] Patterson, trace steady.

- And the volume, they
are steady too, Doctor?

- Uh, 7.46 liters, no
expansion there.

Well, Colonel,
everything would seem

to be satisfactory.

- Oh, fine, Doctor. Have
you the recordings okay?

- Perfect, thank you.

- Well, in that case,

again with your permission,
Professor,

I think we're just about
ready to call it a day.

[grunting]

- Gee, Mitch, I think
they're getting ready

to blow up the capsule.

Should be exciting.

Won't be anything to get
steamed up about, Jimmy.

- Why, Mike. What happens?

- Doc, you care to
lecture your audience

on what you're gonna do?

- All that will happen is that

I shall press this button,

and the radar trace

will disappear from the screen.

Provided, that is, if
the Air Force

will permit me another [laughs]

small dig at them,
provided it works.

- You sound like you
thought it mightn't, Doc.

What then?

- I was only being uh, humorous.

Of course it would work.

If it didn't, then a warning,
uh, siren would sound.

- And then we'd be in a
gosh-awful mess.

Let's face it.

But it won't happen,
we can be sure of that.

She's up there just waitin'
to blow.

- All set, Mike?
- Roger.

Calling all tracking stations.

Calling all tracking stations.

This is Project Fourth of July.

This is Project Fourth of July.

We are ready to blow.

I repeat, we are ready to blow,

in 60 seconds from now.

Repeat, 60 seconds,
please check your screens.

[ethereal music]

- There she is,
steady as a rock.

- Roger, Colonel. Ready to blow.

- The floor is yours, Dr.
Beaker.

Ready when you are?

- [Man] Canaveral,
calling all stations,

stand by for countdown.

- Then, if everyone is uh,
prepared,

I shall press the firing
button in 40 seconds

from now.

- [Mechanical Voice]
40, 38, 36, 34,

32, 30, 28, 26,

24, 22, 20, 18

16, 14, 12, 10,

eight, six, four,

two, zero.
- Fire!

[button clicking]
[popcorn bag bursting]

- What in tarnation?
[animated chattering]

- Mitch!

- That wretched monkey.

[ethereal music]

The trace is still on here.

- Then it is still up there.

- [Man] Emergency one,

the capsule has failed explode,

stand by for emergency
instructions.

Repeat, stand by for
emergency instructions.

[alarm blares]

Canaveral to all stations,
stand by on [voice fades].

[dramatic music]

- Well, there you are, Mitch.

I've gotta keep you
shut in here.

That's orders.

[grunting]

It's your own fault, you know.

Burstin' that bag and
scaring everyone.

[chattering]

Guess you are sorry, at that.

But Dr. Beaker says you gotta be

kept from underfoot.

Now Mike's goin' up,
and things are gettin' serious.

- Well that's it,
Colonel. That's Supercar.

- Well, say, I've never
seen anything like it.

- Neither has anyone else,
we hope.

Right, Professor?

- Well, strictly speaking,
it is top secret.

- What he means, Colonel,

is we shoulda done a
security check on you.

- But Mike, we've never
tried Supercar

at such altitude.

- Well, there's a first
time for everything.

- True, but I wish there
was some other way.

- Well, if there was,

I wouldn't be so worried,
believe me.

But conventionally, our
craft can't reach it.

- [Dr. Beaker] 105,000.

- What?

- Yes, I fear she has, um,
risen somewhat.

- There's your answer, Colonel.
What you say?

- Colonel, could you
not use a homing orbit?

- Well, I guess not, Professor.

It's on the fringe as far
as range is concerned,

and it might just as
easy home on the

metal foil of the
balloon covering.

That would bring the
canister down, but where?

- Um, somewhere in the
middle of um,

uh, the city.

- Well that's just dandy.
If it comes down there,

it'll be the Chicago Fire
all over again.

Do we need any more argument?

- [Dr. Beaker] Well, um-
- Better get organized, then,

before she gets right
out of range.

[ethereal music]

- [Dr. Beaker] Good,
the climb appears

to be temporarily halted.

- I guess you're pretty
sure Supercar

can do it, are you Doc?

- Well, yes, yes, perhaps
the operative word

when one is venturing
into the unknown,

but I have confidence in
both machine and pilot.

The question is, this um, uh,
that

the Air Force has so
kindly provided,

will that work?

- [Mike] Well it's
mounted pretty firm,

it should be okay.

- I agree, that it will
cause no concern, Mike,

but there are so many
other factors up there.

Factors we have no time
to consider in practice.

- Such as?

- Such as the whole basis
of aerodynamic control.

As you know, in
horizontal flight,

Supercar uses wing fins
and rudder for steering.

Up there, where there's
virtually no air,

these will be useless.

Forward flight will have
to be controlled

by firing the port and
starboard engines

at different rates.

- Guess it'll just have
to come to me

when I get there.
- And there's another thing,

if you hit the canister,

and remember this
rocket launcher

holds only one round.

- I'll hit it okay, Professor.

- It'll explode into so
great a fireball,

you will not be able to
swerve out of its path.

- So, I'll fly
straight through it.

- The radiation field strength

drops off at that altitude.

But, uh, Mike will still have a

considerable amount of
cosmic activity

to contend with on the way up.

- I thought that
would be the case.

So we've got Mike a
suit made of foil.

It's not as good as
a space suit,

but it'll help
deflect radiation.

[majestic music]
- Okay, here I am,

all foil-wrapped for
instant freshness.

I feel like a chicken
just going to be

popped into the oven.

- Not the oven, Mike.
Where you're going,

it will be more like
a deep freeze.

- I'll be all right, Professor.

I borrowed Doc Beaker's
winter underwear.

- Well, let's hope the
cockpit pressurization

will look after you.

Ready to test?

- Ready. Testing now.

[air whooshes]
Seems okay.

- Reading one atmosphere.
- Check.

One atmosphere, it is.
Let's keep it that way.

- We'll do our best.
Armaments mechanisms all right?

- Want me to test it?

I can blow the side of the lab

clean across the desert in
the next state.

- Not yet you won't, Mike. The
safety switch is on this end.

- Okay, then. Just to get
the feel of it.

- Range 1600.

- That's too close.

Mike, whatever you do,

don't come in closer than 2,000.

- Roger.

[static crackling]

[buzzing]

Range 2,000.

Fire!
- Good, Mike. Good.

- Direct hit on number three

rectifier, Professor.

You won't be needing it,
will you?

[laughs]

- All right Mike, if you've
got the feel of the rocket,

we'll slip the cowling
over for streamlining.

Otherwise, you'll feel
the resistance

of high speed.

- I guess they're about
ready to start, Mitch.

Mitch?

You're asleep, Mitch?

[snoring]

Might as well leave you to it.

It's gonna get exciting,

I'm going down to see.

[ethereal music]

- [Dr. Beaker] Altitude
steady at 108,000.

But it um, appears to be
drifting again.

- Cowling in position, Mike.

- Okay, I'm rarin' to go.

- There Colonel, the
telemetry system

is now geared over to
read for Supercar.

All that remains now, I suppose,
is-

- Takeoff.
- Correct.

- I shot Mitch off out
of harm's way, Professor.

- Fine, Jimmy.

- Ready to charge, Mike?
- Ready, Professor.

- Charging port engine.

[click, whirring]

- 6,000,
9,000,

11,000.

- Sounds like a mighty
powerful machine, Doctor.

- It is Colonel.

- 14,000,
15,000.

- [Dr. Beaker] Interlock on.
Fire one.

- Fire one!
[engines firing]

Starboard 5,000,
7,000,

10,000,

12,000,

15,000.

- Interlock on.
Starboard charge.

Fire two.
- Fire two!

[engine firing]

Good, everything ready, Dr.
Beaker?

- Satisfactory.
Uh, most satisfactory.

- [Professor] Right!

Roof doors open.

[doors whirring]

All clear for takeoff.

- Good luck, Mike.

[engine humming]

[radar beeping]
- [Colonel] Oh, great,

Supercar sure is showin' up now.

That little blip
near the center.

- Pilot to console,
pilot to console,

Do you read?
- Console to pilot, we read.

How do you feel, Mike?

- Just fine.
Altitude, 17,500.

[engine roaring]

Pilot to console.

Altitude 35,000.

It's bucking a bit, Professor.
- That's all right, Mike.

You're running into
tropospheric air currents.

Once you get through that,

and above the tropopause,
they'll decrease.

- Yeah. And so will
aerodynamic control.

- External temperature,
minus 50.

Internal plus 30 Centigrade.

Uh, how does it feel, Mike?

- Like a cool, clear New
England winter's day.

[radar beeping]

- Hey, he's gettin' nearer.

- Yes, altitude 70,000.

- He's went up in the
stratosphere now, Jimmy,

and from here on, it
gets difficult.

- Pilot to console,

seems clear of air
currents now, Professor.

But you'll have to help
me with the steering.

- Can you give us a bearing, Dr.
Beaker?

- Yes, I would suggest climbing

at 11:00, 72 degrees.

- [Professor] Console to pilot,

half-boost starboard
engines, three seconds.

- [Mike] Roger.

[hissing]

[ethereal music]

99,000 now.

Don't know what it's like outside,
but it's mighty chilly in here.

- According to Dr. Beaker,

it's minus 55 Centigrade,

and only eight
millimeters of mercury,

so don't spring a leak,
or you'll really know it.

- Is Mike in danger, Professor?

- No, so long as the cockpit

pressurization system
works right.

- I'm not sure I like it, Dr.
Beaker.

I'd never send one of my
boys out there

without a full pressure suit.

- We had not intended to
perform altitude trials

for several months yet.

Next time we shall see
that Mike is,

uh, correctly attired.

- So meanwhile, we trust
to the cockpit seal.

- Yes. But let us
substantiate this trust.

Professor?

- [Professor] Yes, Dr. Beaker,
what is it?

I think it would be advisable to

ask Mike to perform a
brief cockpit check.

- Roger, Dr. Beaker.

Console to pilot.

- [Mike] Hello, console.
- Dr. Beaker would like you

to check the cockpit
conditions for us.

Just to be in the safe side.

- Roger, console.

Feels cold, but comfortable.

Cockpit temperature
nine degrees.

- Is that all right, Dr. Beaker.

- I am inclined, under
the circumstances,

to accept nine degrees as
within normal.

- Cockpit temperature
normal, Mike.

Beaker says carry on.

What about your
oxygen equipment?

- No trouble at all, professor.

I'll check how much
there is left.

Couple of hours, at least.

Normal flow rate,

cockpit's internal pressure ...

Low, Professor she's low.

I'm losing pressure someplace.

- Dr. Beaker, the cockpit
seems to be leaking.

- All right, there is
no immediate emergency.

- No immediate emergency!

- I hardly think so.

It cannot be a fast leak,

and Mike's oxygen mask,
assuming it fits well,

it will protect him from

immediate lack of oxygen.

But he will have to find

where it is escaping from.

Professor?

- Yes, Beaker?

- [Dr.Beaker] Ask him to
try and find the source

of the uh, leakage, will you?

- Doctor Beaker says
find the leak if you can.

- [Mike] Not gonna be easy,
but I can try.

I'll check the cockpit cover.

Where it seals.

That's the most likely place.

I must say Dr. Beaker's
mask is doing its stuff,

I can't feel a thing.

I got it!

The canopy must have cracked

where it seals against
the metal of the cockpit.

What do I do about it?

- Well, you have to try
and mend it, Mike.

- Swell idea, Professor.
Only I didn't bring

my puncture repair kit with me.

- Actually, he did, Professor.

I put one down by the
right of the seat.

- Thank you, Doctor.

Down by the seat, on your
right-hand side, Mike.

- Well, well, that's what
I call being prepared.

Okay, I got it.

[dramatic music]

First time I ever
mended a puncture

from inside the tube.

That's it, folks.

Show is over for the moment.

Business back to normal.
- [Professor] You're sure

it's all right now, Mike?

- Fine, Professor.

Hey, I must be gettin'
close by now.

- Well, that was a near thing.

- Not really, my dear Colonel.

These things are all in
a day's work.

Everything was, uh,
under control.

- Doctor Beaker?
- [Dr. Beaker] Yes?

- Mike appears to be
approaching the target.

Can you give him a position?

- [Colonel] Hey, the blips are
almost on top of one another.

- And, uh, the altitude
is now 101,000.

[suspenseful music]

- I can see it!
- Can you, Mike?

Where?
- At 10:00.

- [Dr.Beaker] Bring him down.
Five degrees, Professor.

- Console to pilot, reduce
on port engine,

one second only.

- [Mike] Switching on
clear view now.

There she is. There's our baby.

- Yeah, but uh, rather a
dangerous baby.

- Right, Mike, select
wide-angle lens.

Mike? Mike?

Hold it steady.
- [Mike] Yeah but how?

- [Professor] Starboard
boost, one-half second.

[beeping]

- It's not so easy, is it?

- You can uh, say that again.

Range 5,000, decreasing.

- [Mike] I must say,
that canister

looks kinda peaceful just
hangin' there.

Hard to believe it's
the menace it is.

- [Professor] Console
to pilot, range 3,005.

- Roger.

- Range, 3,000.

- [Mike] Got it in my sights,
Professor.

- 2,800.

- [Mike] I'm losing it.

- Half-boost port, one second.

2,005.

- [Mike] Roger.

Yeah, that's better.

- 2,200.

- Nothing more for us to do,
Colonel.

- Yeah, that's true.
I guess he's on his own now.

- 2,050, 2,025.

2,000.

- What's happened?

Mike?

- Mike? Are you still there?

You're into 1,875.

- I'm going in further, too.

- [Professor] Mike? Mike, no.

- I can't hold steady and
guarantee a hit at that range.

I haven't brought Supercar

all the way out here to miss.

- [Professor] For heaven's sake, Mike.
You're into 1,200.

I'm gonna fire at nine,
Professor.

- But Mike, you won't
get through yourself.

- Won't I? I'm going
pretty fast?

900.

Here goes.
[button clicks]

[rocket firing]
[balloon exploding]

[triumphant music]

- Ah, he's made it!

[triumphant music]

- [Mike] You won't mind
me sending you

the bill for a new paint job?

- Oh, certainly not,
certainly not.

I guess that's the least
the Air Force can do.

- Not at all, it was a
great opportunity

to run an altitude test.

- Gee, I'm sorry Mitch wasn't

in on the excitement, though.

- Well, Jimmy, we
couldn't risk him

sticking a paw into
that operation.

[lively music]

[chattering]

You can see what I mean.

He's, uh, meddlesome.

[engine humming]

[engine roaring]

♪ 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

♪ It 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