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♪ 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 ♪

(gentle music)

(dramatic music)

- You see that, Jimmy?

The Navy's got a new bathyscaphe,

and they are going to make the deepest underwater dive

that's ever been known.

- Gee, Professor, what's a bathyscaphe?

- Well, it's like a great big ball, Jimmy,

with two men inside.

They use it for going down into the sea.

Much deeper than a submarine.

- Deeper than Supercar could go?

- Much deeper than that.

It says here that the bathyscaphe

is on a naval boat near New Zealand.

And they are going halfway down

to one of the deepest sea beds in the world.

Jimmy, I tell you something,

I'd rather be here on dry land.

(laughing)

(lively music)

- The time is 1200 hours.

1200 hours. Dive will commence now.

Mistral calling Lulu.

Dive commencing now at 1200 hours.

1200.

Synchronize clocks now please.

This is Mistral here.

Dive now commencing.

All personnel connected with dive take stations now.

Personnel connected with dive take stations.

Mistral to Lulu,

clearing telephone line for check now, over.

- Lulu calling Mistral control.

This is Commander Keith speaking.

From Bathyscaphe Lulu.

We hear you loud and clear.

Better hold on John,

we should be hitting the water any minute.

- Okay Phil, I'll watch it.

- Lulu to Mistral.

Wish you'd tell those boys to drop it slower.

John always cracks his head when we hit the water.

- Check, Commander.

- All set, John?

- All set. - Cast off.

Commence dive.

Dive commence 12:03 Greenwich Mean Time.

- 12:03 it is.

Depth? - 30 feet.

40, 50, 60.

Depth reading now 3,500 fathoms.

Descent normal.

Testing ASDIC Morse transmitter.

- Mistral here ready to receive ASDIC call groups.

Go ahead please, Lulu.

- Do you read us, Mistral?

- We read you.

Message A-Z-A-Z-A-Z received clearly.

- Well that's something anyway.

The telephone line may not stand the pressure

at this depth, but it's well to have

a second line of defense.

- Hello Mistral, hello Mistral.

- Mistral to Lulu.

Report on descent, please.

- Descent normal, controlled.

Rate four feet per second.

Batteries three-quarter charged, all's well.

I repeat, descent normal, all's-

(ominous music)

- Mistral here.

Hello, Lulu.

Hello, Lulu.

Come in, Lulu.

This is Mistral here, Lulu.

Come in, please.

Do you still read me, Lulu?

Your signal strength has fallen to zero.

Reply by ASDIC, please.

This is Mistral control here.

ASDIC message received from Lulu reads

float damaged, sinking out of control, danger.

We have lost telephone contact.

I repeat, we have lost telephone contact with the sphere.

(dramatic music)

(beeping in Morse code)

- [Announcer] There is still no contact with

the Navy divers who are trapped in a bathyscaphe

while on a test dive off New Zealand.

- Gee, Professor, does that mean they can't speak to them

by telephone? - That's right, Jimmy.

But I expect they are using an ASDIC Morse transmitter.

- What's that, Professor?

- Well, Jimmy, the simplest way I can explain it is this.

You know about radar, I'm sure.

- Oh sure, Professor.

I guess everyone's heard of that.

- Well, ASDIC is the equivalent of radar, but underwater.

- Now Mike, about this ultrasonic gun.

Are you ready for a test?

- Okay by me, Dr. Beaker.

Guess we'll have to turn Supercar around

so that we can fire into the blast wall.

We better do it while there's no one around

to get in the line of fire. - Right, Mike.

I'll take over in the control room.

- Okay, Doc.

Guess it's time I had some target practice.

Who knows, we may need to use this sooner than we thought.

- Ah, let me see now.

We charge first, I believe.

- That's it, Doc.

Okay, charging port.

I'll just give her 10,000.

Interlock on. - Roger, pilot.

- Charging starboard.

Firing engines one and two.

Okay, all aboard for the carousel.

Here we go.

(lively music)

A coconut?

Good thing Mitch isn't around.

- Just give me a chance to get clear, Mike.

And then take aim.

- Okay, I'll line up the sights on clear view.

I'm on target, Doc.

Countdown starting now.

10.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven.

Six.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One. - Mitch!

- No, he couldn't have!

(hooting)

- By Jove.

That was close.

(hooting)

- I guess that scared Mitch almost as much as it did me.

- It seems that the doc's ultrasonic gun is a success.

And you may have a use for it right now.

Have you heard the latest news about those divers

in New Zealand?

Something has gone wrong, they are trapped

at the bottom of the sea.

- Trapped?

Guess it's just our kind of job, Doc.

What do you say, Professor?

- Well, whatever you and Beaker think, Mike.

- Their only hope is Supercar.

- Interlock on.

- Fire one.

Charging starboard.

- Opening roof doors.

- They're open.

Fire two.

Right, Doc? - Roger.

- Full throttle vertical.

- Call us when you're airborne, Mike.

- Will do.

(lively music)

Supercar to console, Supercar to console.

I'm setting course 205 magnetic at 1,000 knots.

Altitude 10,000 feet, over.

- We have your course marked on clearview monitor, pilot.

(beeping)

- Where are they going, Professor?

- Right here, in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.

Here is where the bathyscaphe is exploring.

- It's marked as awful deep.

- It certainly is, Jimmy.

Over 4,000 fathoms.

That's more than five miles down.

- Gee, I wonder what's happened to them.

(ominous music)

- Still no luck with the phone, John?

- Not a peep.

The cable must've parted.

We'll have to use the ASDIC microphone all the time.

- Better keep transmitting.

It'll give them a fix to locate us by.

Any ideas what happened?

- I dunno, Phil.

Something hit us, that's for sure.

Our float's punctured.

Can't you see out of the porthole?

- Not much, except rocks.

I reckon we're jammed.

- Could be.

We're in a fair mess if so.

Nobody's likely to come and pull us out from this depth.

- [Captain] Anything yet, lieutenant? - No, sir.

They still keep transmitting.

We keep getting short bursts on the ASDIC,

but nothing long enough to read a message from.

- [Captain] Well, keep trying.

We'll start a slow search.

Call as soon as you hear them again.

- Aye-aye, sir.

- Let's have another try, John.

How much short ballast left?

- Still half full, sir. - Let it all go, then.

I'm not worried about oxygen yet,

but we can't stay down here forever.

- Suppose she suddenly frees herself?

If we've lost all our ballast,

we'll go up like an express train.

- Can't help it.

We'll just have to hold our stomachs.

- Right, sir.

Jettisoning shotgun.

- Is she moving? - Afraid not.

Ballast silo is empty now.

- Right.

Then we can do without the main batteries too,

they weigh about a ton.

- But what about the searchlight?

- We'll keep on the reserve lighting battery.

We've got to get off the bottom, John.

- Fair enough.

Dropping main batteries.

- Still no luck, eh?

- Can't tell whether it's just that we're

jammed between rocks, or whether the float's

badly holed as well. Now what?

- Now we save our breath and think.

Oh, and keep trying with the ASDIC signals.

(dramatic music)

- Supercar to base, approaching dive zone now.

We'll be breaking radio contact shortly.

- Console to Supercar, we hear you.

Don't take any unnecessary risks, Mike.

Remember, we've never tried a really deep dive before.

- The pressure down there must be terrific, Professor.

- At 4,000 feet, Jimmy, it will be more

than 10,000 pounds per square inch.

- Right, Doc, here we go.

Stand by to dive.

(dramatic music)

Keep your eye on the depth gauge, Dr. Beaker.

I'm not letting up.

And send a short message on the ASDIC microphone.

It'll probably puzzle our friends up above in the Mistral.

(beeping in Morse code)

- Just got an ASDIC message, sir.

I can't understand it.

- [Captain] You have the code book, haven't you, lieutenant?

- It's not in code, sir.

Straight Morse. - [Captain] Okay, read it.

- Yes sir.

It says Supercar, or something, diving to rescue, out.

I still don't understand it.

Supercar?

What's that?

- How are we doing? - Uh, 8,000 feet.

That's diving at 10 feet per second.

That's dangerously fast.

- We're all right. I don't see any leaks.

- Can you still see the telephone cable?

- Sure, there it is.

As long as we can stick to that, we can't go far wrong.

But we don't know where the break is.

- Well, it's probably quite near to the bathyscaphe itself,

I should say. - Well, how do you know?

And that reminds me, just before we took off

back in the lab, you said something about our needing that.

- Well, I meant that it was likely that

the cable was not broken, but cut through,

or if you like, bitten through.

- Hey! - What?

- We've reached the end of the cable.

Looks like a clean break, though.

Hey, what?

Doc!

(ominous music)

(mellow music)

- I don't get it.

I just don't get it.

First we get phony messages on the intercom, and now-

- [Captain] What's the problem, lieutenant?

And don't mutter! - Sir, well, sir.

I've got a metallic echo at 3,000 fathoms.

- [Captain] Great, they must be coming up.

- It's not the commander and Frasier, sir.

It's moving about too fast for that.

Anyway, it's going down, not up.

And it's zigzagging, too.

What on earth's going on down there?

(ominous music) - Here it comes again!

Doc, it must weigh a couple of tons or more.

- Probably, very probably.

Charge ultrasonic cannon.

- There he is.

You ready, Doc? - Quite ready.

- Here he comes!

Steady. Steady.

Fire!

Phew, got it.

Wow, I hope there aren't many of his friends around.

- It's getting a bit close in here, John.

How's the air? - Just finishing the test now.

It's not too good, I'm afraid, Phil.

Oxygen's all right for the moment,

but there's something else in the air.

Can you smell anything?

- Yes, I can.

It's gas from the batteries.

- We're overloading them, that's why.

- We'll have to blow the cabin clear with oxygen.

Stand by.

- Don't waste any, Skipper, we need it all.

- Clear now.

How much have we got left?

- Two hours. - Two hours?

We'll need the emergency supply.

- That was the emergency supply

you were using just now, Phil.

We've been down for four hours.

- Oh, boy, we're in trouble then, I'm afraid, John.

Signal the surface anyway.

- Sure. We're not dead yet.

(dramatic music)

- Only faint signals now, sir.

I think their power's running out.

They may have jettisoned the main batteries.

- Depth, Dr. Beaker?

- Nearly 4,000 fathoms.

- And not a leak anywhere.

Isn't she a beauty, Doc?

- Shhhh.

I think I'm getting a signal.

(beeping)

- Yeah, you're right.

They're still alive, anyway.

- You really want me to keep on, Phil?

My hand's about dropping off,

and it's getting hotter in here.

- It's something to do.

- Well, nobody can do anything about us, anyway.

- Okay, John, if it's wearing ya, knock it off.

We can always play checkers.

- I'll level off a bit now.

Can you make any sense of it, Doc?

- It's stopped.

All I have is 02 02 02.

- Pity we haven't got their code book.

We could find out what it means.

- I'm afraid it isn't code, Mike.

If I interpret it correctly,

they are signaling they are short of oxygen.

- Then we've got to find them fast.

Leveling off, let's take a look around.

- No signal at all now, sir.

- [Captain] Keep listening, lieutenant.

They should have a couple of hours' air left still.

- How far from the sea bed are we?

- Uh, just a minute.

I make it about 100 feet.

- Then they must be somewhere near.

I'll try clearview.

Hey, there she is!

Half throttle, turning port.

- How's the air now?

- Not good.

We only just have enough to reach the surface,

even if we broke free now.

- Well, there's nothing else we can jettison,

except the lighting battery.

- Thanks, but no.

I have an objection to dying in the dark.

- They're still alive, anyway.

And they're gonna be about the most surprised

deep sea divers in the universe in a minute.

Cutting engines for glide approach.

- You realize we may not be able to do anything,

since none of us can leave either Supercar or the sphere.

- It won't hurt to take a look.

- In which case you had better maneuver

right into contact with the sphere.

We shall then be able to communicate with them.

- Sure.

I should think they're about ready to give up,

and that goes for the people upstairs too.

- Captain, no signals received for 10 minutes or more, sir.

- [Captain] Very good, lieutenant.

Keep watch.

I'll make a signal to base confirming the loss of LU-1.

- I suppose we're never gonna find the answer

to those impossible echoes now.

(dramatic music)

- John! - What's up?

- Oh, nothing.

I must be getting spots before my eyes.

Oxygen's getting a bit short, I expect.

- Why, Phil?

- Well, I thought I saw something, that's why,

coming this way.

It looked big enough for a shark.

- Not at this depth though, sir.

At least, I doubt it.

(creaking)

- What's that?

It can't be the batteries falling off the float,

we've still got light.

- Commander, are you still alive in there?

- Now wait a minute, I'm beginning to have delusions too.

- Keith, Frasier, can you hear us?

- John!

John, there's, there's something resting up against us.

- Sure, Phil, sure. It's a nuclear submarine.

The US Navy's everywhere these days,

even at 25,000 feet down.

- Now quit clowning, John.

I tell you, there's something there.

- Frasier, Keith, answer if you hear us!

Are you sure we're right against the sphere?

They don't answer.

- We're in contact, I assure you.

- Well, it's gonna be pretty tricky

if they're unconscious and they can't tell us what happened.

Keith, Frasier!

- Oh, come off it, sport.

Don't let's kid ourselves.

- John, John, we're both hearing it, John.

- Look, it's nearly empty.

That's what's talking to us, lack of oxygen.

They say when you're short of air you imagine things.

- I can hear them talking.

- Maybe they don't believe we're here.

- You two in there!

Will you for Pete's sake stop yammering and answer?

- Well, if that's a hallucination,

then I've got my wings and harp all ready.

Keith here!

- Ahoy there, Commander.

Don't ask questions, just answer them.

What happened? - Jumping Jim, what the-

- Quiet, quiet.

This is Commander Keith and John Frasier here.

We are alive and well, but we are running low on oxygen.

- What damage to your machine?

- The float's damaged, and we think the sphere's

jammed between rocks.

- Jammed?

That's bad, but if the float's torn badly,

we're really in trouble. - We must inspect it at once.

There's no time to lose.

- Roger. Ahoy there!

Breaking contact to examine float.

- Well you can stand me up.

I don't get it.

What is that out there?

- We'd better save that question for later.

And it looks as if there may be a later now.

(suspenseful music)

- Cutting drive now.

Do you see anything?

- [Beaker] No, nothing yet.

- How about that, Doc?

Could that have been the fish back there?

- Easily.

It's lucky he didn't do more.

There's a chance.

- Right, back to the sphere.

- I wonder what he meant, examine the float?

I don't know what he's got out there,

but it seems to be able to do more than Lulu ever could.

- [Mike] Commander! - Hello, back again.

- We've found a small tear in your float, but only one.

You've lost gasoline from one container only, that means.

Can you surface on the rest?

- Well, what do you think, John?

One tank holed out of 12, can we do it?

- If we weren't jammed and if we dropped the last

emergency lighting battery, yes, probably.

- [Phil] Can you free us?

- We can try.

Do you think we can?

- We're rather limited.

We can try to push the sphere loose with the engines.

- Okay.

Commander, have you got enough oxygen

to last out the ascent?

- Only just.

Whatever you're going to try to do, hurry!

- We will.

Breaking contact.

Hey, Doc? - Yes?

- One question. You're the expert.

Will the hull stand it?

I mean, pushing against a solid object at full throttle?

- Well, I should have to consider, calculate-

- Well, just guess, Dr. Beaker!

There isn't time for calculations.

- Um, yes.

- That's good enough for me. Quarter throttle.

- I sure hope they know what they're doing.

Before we drop our last battery, John, signal the surface.

- No point.

There's no code message to cover this situation.

- I guess not.

They'd think we were nuts.

(suspenseful music)

- That's got it. Now let's really try.

Full throttle.

- What are they using, a steam hammer?

That's it, she's shifting!

- Be cautious, my dear fellow.

The strain on the hull-

- Caution nothing, we've gotta get those two free.

- John, we're coming free!

- So's most of the equipment.

- Mike, you may damage the seals around the cockpit.

- She's nearly free, I can feel it.

- Jettison battery, John.

We're coming free!

- Okay, she's gone, Skipper.

- And we're coming loose!

- That's it, throttle's closed.

Look, Doc!

She's floating!

(sweeping music)

♪ 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 ♪

♪ 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 ♪