All language subtitles for SUPERCAR - S01 Ep13 - The Tracking of Masterspy

[engine roaring]

[engine accelerating]

♪ 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 sky

♪ Through the heavens
stormy rage ♪

♪ It's Mercury manned

♪ And everyone cries

♪ It's the marvel of the age

♪ Supercar

♪ Supercar

Supercar!

[sonic boom thunders]

[exciting espionage music]

[playfully exciting music]

[engine roaring]

[engine accelerates and whines]

[engine roaring]

[engine decelerates and whines]

- [Professor] That fourth
engine always winds up slowing

when there's
humidity's atmosphere.

- Yeah, but it's so
seldom damp out here,

it's not worth air
conditioning the place.

- [Jimmy] Anyway, it's
running smoothly now.

- Just as well, I guess,

if we're letting the
press boys know about it.

- [Professor] What do you mean?

- Why, the Greyburn News Agency.

You've contacted them,
haven't you?

- [Professor] I don't
understand, Mike.

I've said nothing to anyone.

- Well, that's mighty strange.

- Why should I talk to
these Greyburn people?

Supercar is top secret!

- Well, when I was in
town ordering supplies,

some guy came up and
started asking questions.

He knew who I was and about
you and Supercar, too.

So I reckoned you must
have told the press.

- I tell you no. Who
was this man?

- Well, like I said, he was
from the Greyburn News Agency.

- So you see, Friend
Zarin, all is so simple.

A counterfeit news agency corps,

a short interview, and I am
on the track of what I want.

- Good Master Spy! Good!

It was a clever trick.

- But naturally it was clever.

You expect Master Spy to
play the fool?

Do you!

- No! No!

You, Master Spy, never!

- Very well, but you?
Did you do your part?

The man Mercury, did
you follow him?

- I followed him.
- Excellent.

Then show me, where is
this desert laboratory.

- [Zarin] Here, Master Spy.

- So, a place of
extreme isolation.

[chuckles menacingly]

That is to our advantage.

They will not expect visitors,

least of all will they be
prepared for Master Spy. [laughs]

[sinister music]

- I'll tell you what,
let's forget this guy,

for the moment, anyway.

The next move's up to
him in any case.

- All right, Mike, as you say,

there's nothing for us
to do at the moment.

What do you want to look at,
Jimmy?

- Well, Dr. Beaker was doing
something earlier this morning,

but he was too busy to show me.

- Yeah, he usually is.

- And Mitch was with him, too.

Come to thing of it, I haven't
seen Mitch all morning.

[high-pitched squealing]

[Mitch gasps then
hoots and hollers]

- I don't know what that is,
Jimmy,

but I'll bet it's Beaker.

[low frequency pulsing]
- Me, too.

Let's go and see what
he's cooked up.

[playful music]

- Satisfactory.

Mmmm, most satisfactory.

- Well, what is it Dr. Beaker?

- Well, uh, I think it'd
be rather too difficult

to explain to the non-scientist.

Roughly speaking, however,
to the hub of the matter is

in this small black box.

Mmm, well, it's hardly out of
the design stage, of course.

- Well, what is it, doctor?

A secret weapon or a
device for scaring sharks?

- I must beg you to be serious.

It's taken me a good
deal of time to develop.

[Mitch chattering and
high-pitched whistling]

- Well, it sure seems
to have scared Mitch.

At least it's made
him pretty mad.

- [screams] Hoo-hoo-hoo!

- You see what I mean, Dr.
Beaker?

Now come on, what is it?

Plain language that we
can understand, please.

- Yeah, Dr. Beaker,
what's it for?

- Well, it's a, it's
really all quite simple

once you understand it.

The cathode ray tube here
draws a signal

from that box here and registers
an impulse when it does so.

At the same time, audible
warning is given

from the speaker up there.
[high pitched squealing]

There, you see?
[lower frequency pulsing]

And, you know, that's really
very near all there is to it.

Now if I could only get some
sort of reasonable balance

on the amplify here, I could,
um...

- Yes, Dr. Beaker, but
what's it for?

Well, I guess we aren't
going to get through

to Dr. Beaker for the moment.

I'll tell you what, Jimmy,

there's something you
could do for me.

- What's that, Mike?

- Well, you could help me
look around all these benches

for anything, any papers,
drawings to do with Supercar.

Then I think we'll put
them in the safe.

- Gee, Mike, you mean 'cause
of that man you talked to?

Then you are worried about him,
just like the professor is.

- Well, let's not say worried.

Let's just say that
there's no use taking

unnecessary chances.

All that stuff ought
to be locked up anyway.

[foreboding music]

Well, that's about it.

You know, working in a
place like this, professor,

sometimes there gets to
be more stuff lying around

than you ever dreamed
was possible.

- I have no doubt, what with
you in charge of things, Mike,

things are going to be much
more tidy from now on. [laughs]

What do you think we
should do with the papers,

now you've collected them all?

- Well, I suppose Jimmy
can take them downstairs

and put 'em in the safe.

Think you can mange that, Jimmy?

- Sure I can.

- OK, then.

- [chuckles] He's a nice kid,
that Jimmy.

Always ready to help.

[playfully mysterious music]

[dramatic music]

- Good day, professor, Mr.
Mercury.

- Master Spy! What are
you doing here?

- I have come to finish our
discussion about Supercar.

- So it was you in disguise
as the news reporter.

I might a guessed.

- [chuckles menacingly]
But you didn't, did you?

This is a nice place you
have here, professor.

And that I think is
your Supercar.

- That is none of your business!

- That's where you're wrong,
professor.

It is my business.

You see, I have come to
take something away with me.

I heard you from the gallery,
professor,

and I think what want is
in that suitcase.

Come back here, boy!

[dark foreboding music]

- Do as he says, Jimmy.

- That is right, my friends.

Do just as I say.

[sinister music]

Do not move, anyone.

- Hey, what's he doing?

That crazy fool, he's
got a lighter!

He messes around with that,

this place'll go up
like a volcano!

- [chuckles] You are right, Mr.
Mercury.

If you do not so as I say,

Supercar is going to go
up in flames. [laughs]

- I say, excuse me, is there
a smell of gasoline about,

or am I imagining it?

My dear sir, do you realize
you are positively paddling

in aviation spirit?

- Idiot! Of course I know!

- I can't say I approve
of your manners.

Besides, I have work to do.

And for goodness sake,
put that think away!

There's some sort of
leak somewhere.

Professor! Professor!
- All right, Dr. Beaker!

Everything will be
all right soon!

We have Master Spy with us.

- Good heavens! Master Spy!

- At your service, Dr. Beaker.

- Well, I've got work to
do, if you'll excuse me.

- Oh-ho! [chuckles] And
what work is that?

[dramatic music]

- Seem to have heard that
question before.

If he's any better than us
at getting an explanation

out of Beaker, I'll
be surprised.

- My dear sir, it would
take far too much time

to explain to you now.

My work is vital to the
functioning of Supercar.

- Is that so, Mr. Beaker?

- Hmm-mmm, what, what, what?

- What is that you are
handling now?

- This is part of the
flight control system.

It's something quite new.

Supercar cannot be expected
to fly without it, yes.

If you'll excuse me, I'm
doing important work on it.

- So...

Is it completed?

- Oh, yes, yes, just
testing it now.

Of course, it will revolutionize
ordinary flying, too.

- Really, sometimes I think
Beaker is just not with us!

What on Earth does he
think he's doing?

- Thank you, Dr. Beaker.

Now listen, all of you,
do just as I say.

I am sorry, but I have to
leave you now.

I shall take your case with me.

Put it down.
[dramatic music]

And I will trouble you
for that box, Dr. Beaker.

- I say, I'd rather you didn't.

- Oh, great!

We're gonna let him get
away with a bunch of plans

and whatever it is
Beaker's just dreamed up.

- Yes, we are.

Mike, you know just
as well as I do

that it would only take a
second to drop that lighter

and send the whole place up.

We can't risk it!

- Very wise, professor.
[chuckles]

And in case you thought
of following me. [laughs]

- [Mike] Get an extinguisher!

There's gasoline all
over the place!

[intense musical flourish]

[dark dramatic music]

OK for the moment.
Main current off, professor?

- Yes.
- And nobody hurt, right?

- I'm OK, Mike. So's Mitch.

- Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

- Surely, I'm going to
let that Russian get away.

Actually, it doesn't
matter much.

I better go and, uh, ascertain

that my equipment is all right.

- Oh, great, fine help he is.

Hands over a bonus,
free of charge,

and now he says it
doesn't matter much!

- Ah, stop worrying, Mike.

The important thing
to find out is

how much damage has been
done to the equipment.

- Sure thing, professor.

Also, how long it'll
take to fix it,

so we can get after that guy.

[intense music]

There, it begins to look
a bit more reasonable.

How are you making out,
professor?

- It will work, I think, Mike.

Give us a few more hours.

We don't want to take any risks.

- A few more hours!

Oh, I suppose you're right,
professor.

He's already got too much
of a head start on us.

- What do you mean, Mike?

Won't we be able to
find him and the plans?

What are we gonna do then?

- I don't know.

I suppose we'll have
to call in the police.

What do you think, professor?

- I suppose so, but I
don't want to.

I don't want to have everyone
know all about Supercar,

and if we call in the police,
there will be reporters,

real ones this time.

- Yeah, I guess you're right.

But I don't see what
else we can do.

[high pitched squealing]
[dramatic musical flourish]

- Gee, what was that?

[vibrating
high-pitched squealing]

- [Mike] Say, Dr. Beaker, I
thought you gave Master Spy

the project you were working on.

- Ah, quite so.

He did, in fact, take
it with him.

I'm afraid I was perhaps
guilty of a small deception.

The apparatus in question
was nothing to do

with the control system.

- [Jimmy] Then what is it, Dr.
Beaker?

- Well, actually it's
a form of, mmm, uh...

Direction finding apparatus.

That box he took away
with him was, so to speak,

the transmitter.

I was designing a navigation
aide for Supercar,

and I thought that it--

- You mean to say, Dr. Beaker,
that that guy has taken

with him some sort of
radio transmitter?

- Yes.

- And you can tell what
direction he's gone?

- Well, yes, you see, that
box gives out a signal

at intervals which, if
conditions are right, I could...

[electronic beacon pulsing]
Yes, you see.

I can distinctly pick up
the transmitted signal.

- It's like a sort of
portable radio beacon.

- Precisely, exactly.
[electronic beacon pulsing]

A small radio beacon.

Of course, there is a good deal

of accessory equipment
involved, you understand.

- Never mind, Dr. Beaker,
never mind. Does it work?

- What? Of course it works!

All my inventions work!

- OK, doctor, OK, I didn't
mean to hurt your feelings.

Hey, how long does that
gizmo keep transmitting for?

- Well, I'm not sure.

Weeks, I should think, unless
he starts to tamper with it.

- Well, then, what are
we waiting for?

Professor, how soon will
Supercar be ready for take off?

[humming and static scratching]

- Well, I don't know, Mike.

I don't know how good

the temporary circuits we
rigged up are.

We ought to test it.

[humming]

- Well, let's get testing!
[electronic beacon pulsing]

Dr. Beaker, you keep
that thing beamed on him.

- I will do my best.

- Fine, then the rest
of us can get to work

and patch up Supercar.

I think that Mr. Master
Spy is in for a shock!

[dark dramatic music]

[laughing menacingly]

[high pitched squealing]

- There we are, Jimmy,
still, what shall I say?

Bang on target. [chuckles]
[electronic beacon pulsing]

Now, all we have to do
is to get this portion

of the equipment
transferred to Supercar.

- How's it coming, professor?

- Nearly ready for trial, Mike.

I'm not very happy about it,
but no doubt you're impatient.

- I sure am, professor.

I wanna get after that
guy as fast as I can.

Never mind whether the
controls look beautiful,

just so long as they work.

- Are you sure you don't want
to wait until the morning?

Mike, it could be risky
flying at night.

- I know it, but I gotta
get to Master Spy

before he starts
investigating that box

and finds out what it is.

- What are you planning
on doing, Mike?

- I don't exactly know.

I'll have to figure out the
details when I find him.

One thing's for sure,

he won't have left that
box out of his sight.

And when I find the box,
I find him.

- All right, Mike, I'll
leave it to you.

Idle the test engines.

- Ready and waiting, professor.

- Most of the switch gears
are still out of commission.

Stand by to charge port engine.

[machine whirring]

Not exactly tidy, but it works.

- Roger, 5000.

7000.
[engine whirring]

9000.

I'll fire as soon as
we hit 15,000.

We can test the interlock later.

- Just as you like, Mike.

- 11,000.
[engine whirring]

12,000.

13,000.

14,000.

Ready to hit her!

- Hold it, Mike, the
wiring's overheating.

- I can't help it, professor!

I'll have to fire the starboard
engine when it's charged!

I'll switch her off almost
as soon as she catches light.

- As quick as you can then,
Mike!

Or we shall have to have
another session

with the fire extinguishers!

- Roger, professor,
just coming up.

[vibrational humming]

15,000, fire one!

OK, starboard lit,
switching off now.

[decelerating humming]

- You'd better come out of
there and give me a hand.

We'll need to rewire
the first stages.

You can start with
heavier cable.

Then we'll test the other
engines and the wing controls.

- Roger, professor, I'll
be with you in a minute.

Meanwhile, Dr. Beaker can
be installing his stuff.

We should get off in
an hour with some luck.

- All set then, Mike.

We are about tested
everything now.

- Pilot to console, OK,
let's make this snappy.

We've been long enough as it is.

- Charging port.

- Coming up 15. 15,000 now.

- Interlock on then.

- Fire one!

Starboard charging.

- Opening roof doors.
[engines whirring]

You can fly straight out, Mike.

[mysterious futuristic music]

- Coming 15, fire two!

All set, professor,
selecting vertical.

[Supercar hisses]

[electronic beacon pulsing]

- Is everything going
all right, professor?

- Sure, Jimmy, he's a couple
of hundred feet up all ready.

- Right, now let's try out
your bug hunter, Dr. Beaker.

- Mike.
- Yes, Dr. Beaker?

- Commence turn to port

until the trace on your tube
is level with the sight line.

- Roger, port right one.

[engine humming]

On the button, doc.

- Satisfactory, most
satisfactory.

- Gee, Dr. Beaker, is
that all there is to it?

- Mmm, substantially, yes.

As long as he keep that
line central,

he's flying straight
down the signal beamed

from the box wherever it is.

[playfully exciting music]

- Well, Friend Zarin,

and what do you think of
that? [laughs menacingly]

It was very easy.

- Good, Master Spy, you
had no trouble.

- [laughs menacintly] No,

in fact, a fool called
Beaker gave me a bonus.

[cackles] A new control
system for Supercar,

only just developed! [giggles]

They are fools, all of them!

[exciting dramatic music]

- Control to pilot, what
is your heading?

- Switching to video plan,
control.

[rhythmic beeping]

Looks like I'm still on course.

- OK, Mike, it's up to you,

but don't take any chances.

- All seems to be here.

Tomorrow we will
study them more.

- What about the box?

- The box, ah, that is
more interesting.

Tomorrow you will find
me a man we can trust,

a man who knows about such
things and we will examine it.

[accelerating engine whirring]

[exciting dramatic music]

- Supercar to base,
still on course.

Looks like I'm still
headed straight for him.

Hey, doc, how do I know
if I haven't overshot

your transmitter gizmo?

- You see the trace
on your screen?

- [Mike] Yeah.

- When you are directly
over the transmitter,

that trace line will shorten
until it is only a dot

in the center of your screen.

- [Mike] I get it.
- What about the overshoot?

- [Dr. Beaker] Yeah, the
overshoot, yes.

- [Mike] Well?
- Elementary, my dear fellow.

When you are over the target,
the trace line becomes a dot.

As you overshoot,

it will lengthen again.

- [Mike] Roger.

- What are you gonna do when
you find Master Spy, Mike?

- I don't know yet, Jimmy.

I'll work that out
when I get there.

The line's shortening, doc.

How near does that mean I am?

- Five miles, perhaps.

- In that case, I reckon
this guy is plum

in the middle of the city.

Hey, wait, hey, I'm
nearly on target.

That's it, I'm cutting
horizontal drive.

[deceleration squealing]

Now stationary,
altitude 1000 feet.

Switching to Clear-Vu for
under serving.

Seem to be over the city OK.

Going down slowly to
take a look.

Do you reckon I can land on a
roof if I have to, professor?

- If you can find a flat area
that's large enough, yes.

- [Mike] Right, I'm
taking her down.

Altitude 700, 600.

[engine whining]

Three, two five.

200, 180.

Don't expect me to
come down to zero

because there's a nice
tall office block there

just waiting for me
to sit on it.

- You're still over
the transmitter?

- [Mike] On the button,
just like a homing pigeon.

Here we go!
[engine decelerating]

- [Professor] You OK, Mike?

- Sure, I think I bent
someone's TV aerial, though.

- So, Friend Zarin, that I
feel will suffice for tonight.

- Shall I lock the plans away,
Master Spy?

- That won't be necessary,
I'll take those.

- You! What are you doing here?

- I just looked in to
collect some left luggage.

I'll take that transmitter,
too, if you don't mind.

- This? This is a transmitter?

- Yeah, we like to keep in
touch with all our friends.

- So, you are clever, but
perhaps you are so clever,

you can tell why I should
let you take back the plans!

Just like that!

- Sure, this is why.

Pilot to console, I'm
in room 565,

Skelton Building,
East 49th Street.

How soon can you have
the police here?

- No, not the police here!

Take your cursed plans
and the box, too!

- I knew you'd see it my way.

- There will be another time,
Mr. Mercury!

- Anyway, you wouldn't
really want Supercar here.

The parking space is
mighty limited.

[happy excited music]

- Satisfactory, most
satisfactory.

- But, Mike, we have
built no apparatus

which will transmit both
homing signals

and the human voice.

- So, you know that, professor.

I know it, Dr. Beaker knows it.

It's too bad Master Spy
didn't know it, too!

Subtitles: Kilo

[engine roaring]

[engine accelerating]

♪ 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 sky ♪

♪ Through the heavens
stormy rage ♪

♪ It's Mercury manned

♪ And everyone cries

♪ It's the marvel of the age

♪ Supercar

♪ Supercar

Supercar!

[exciting music]

[sonic boom thunders]