Original subtitles

[engine roaring] [dramatic 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

♪ 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

♪ Supercar

[explodes]

[beeping]

[playful music]

[whining]

- Say Mitch, you've got your hat on the wrong way 'round.

- Well Mike, what do you think of my outfit?

- It's great, Doc, you'll be a sensation at the South Pole.

- Well Mitch, I guess that's everything.

Tent, supplies, nuts for you, Mitch,

and a hot water bottle for Dr. Beaker.

[monkey chatters]

- I can't wait to get there, Mike.

There are so many things to be discovered at the South Pole.

- Well, you had better get a move on, Dr. Beaker,

otherwise you'll never get there.

[engine roars]

Charging starboard.

- 9,000.

11,000.

13,000.

15,000, fire two.

[engine roars]

[mysterious music]

- Okay Mike, clear to take off.

- Roger, Professor, full boost vertical.

[engine roars]

[exciting music]

Supercar to base, height 82,000 feet,

air speed low safe cruising, 1,500 miles per hour.

- Roger, Mike, contact me

when you are nearing the South Pole.

- Okay Professor, will do.

Now folks, let's settle down to a nice, peaceful ride.

I see you already have, Dr. Beaker.

[humming]

- Oh, where did I put that drawing?

Hmm, 12:20, haven't heard anything from Mike,

everything must be going well.

[humming]

- [Mike] Supercar to base, emergency,

Supercar to base, emergency.

- Come in, Mike. - Professor, we got trouble.

Have you done anything to the control at your end?

I can't hold her on course.

- Everything is in order here, Mike.

- And everything's in order here, Professor,

but the fact remains we are being forced off course.

- What's wrong, Mike? - I wish I knew, Jimmy.

Supercar seems to have developed a mind of its own.

- Try pushing the controls hard over to starboard, Mike.

[engine whooshes]

- It's no use, Professor.

It's just like someone else was trying to fly her.

- Professor, I'm switching to video plan.

Can you give us our position please?

[beeping]

- Two, four, eight, six, yes Mike,

you're in the area of the Amazon Basin.

As fast as you're losing height, it wouldn't be very healthy

landing where you are at the moment.

- No, it's okay Professor, we're flying straight and level.

At least we were flying straight and level,

but she's gone into a dive and I just can't pull her out.

- Are you sure you've checked everything?

- Of course we've checked everything.

Nothing makes any sense, Professor,

just nothing makes any sense.

[dramatic music]

- Supercar to base, this is it, Professor,

we're gonna crash and I just can't do anything about it.

Impact 30 second from now.

[monkey screams]

- Are we gonna make it, Dr. Beaker?

- Brace yourself, Jimmy.

Hey, we've come out of the dive.

- Look, Mike, the engine revs are dropping.

- Yeah, we're changing over to vertical descent.

Hey, what goes on here?

- Mike, what is happening?

Mike, are you all right?

Base to Supercar, base to Supercar, are you all right?

[engine whirs]

- Supercar to base, you're not gonna believe this,

Professor, but we're down and in one piece.

- By the way, Jimmy, in all the excitement,

I wasn't able to answer your question.

Yes, we are going to make it.

- Professor, I think Beaker and I

ought to have a look around,

but we'll leave Jimmy and Mitch in Supercar.

We'll report back later.

- Roger, Mike, we'll be standing by at the console.

[mysterious music]

- Well, there doesn't seem to be much here, Dr. Beaker.

- My dear fellow, what more could you want?

The ruins of an ancient city.

- Dr. Beaker, we were on our way

to the South Pole, remember?

And we're still no nearer to the answer

why Supercar went out of control.

- That's true, Mike.

Um, unusual air currents, perhaps no.

No no, they're sun spots.

- Look out, Doc! [dramatic music]

- Mike, Dr. Beaker.

Come on, quick, Mitch.

- Mike, this is an electrically-controlled elevator.

I, I just don't understand.

- That makes two of us, Dr. Beaker.

What do we do now?

[dramatic music]

- I can't see anything, Mitch.

It's just black.

Quick, Mitch, let's call the professor.

- Well Doc, I have a feeling that we'll have the answer

to this mystery any minute now.

[dramatic music]

- Robot number four, open elevator doors.

[beeping]

Welcome, gentlemen, come in.

Please come in.

- No, it can't be.

The same voice, a little older perhaps.

Dr. Watkins.

- No, Dr. Beaker, you're not mistaken.

I am Professor Watkins. [dramatic music]

- And that's just what happened, Professor.

They just disappeared.

- All right Jimmy, now stay calm and whatever you do,

don't leave Supercar, I must think, Jimmy,

think hard to find the best thing to do.

I'll call you back in a little while.

- Okay Professor, but don't be long, I'm scared.

[monkey chatters]

Well, at least I've got you, Mitch.

- Now, Mike Mercury, if you do not do exactly as I say,

I shall be forced to ask Number Four to fire his ray gun.

- We better do as he says, Doc.

- I want you to go in there.

[dramatic music]

- Come on, Doc.

- Number Four, sliding steel door.

[beeping]

[dramatic music]

I will be able to talk to you, Dr. Beaker,

and you will be able to talk to me

because there are microphones everywhere,

and I think that you will find my work very interesting.

If I remember rightly, Dr. Beaker,

you have a very good brain,

but not as brilliant as mine.

- Now Beaker, do you mind telling me what's going on?

- Professor Watkins vanished 10 years ago.

I knew him in England.

- And until now, you thought he was dead.

- Precisely.

- What's he doing here?

- That's what we must find out.

[mysterious music]

- Give me a picture of number one atomic missile.

- Who's he talking to?

- I fear he has a number of robots working for him,

working close by.

[dramatic music]

- There, Dr. Beaker, you are indeed fortunate

to have arrived as such an opportune moment.

We shall be launching atomic missile number one

in 24 hours from now.

Destination, Washington.

- You must be crazy, Watkins.

- You'll never get away with this.

- It's all been very carefully thought out, my friends.

I have help from outside, you know.

Calling robot number seven, robot number seven.

- An atomic warhead, we've got to stop him.

It would blow Washington sky high.

- Now I understand, Mike.

That missile must be radio controlled.

Supercar must be on the same wavelength.

- You're right, Doc, that's how he brought us down.

- All right, Jimmy,

I'm going to take Supercar off from here.

- What about Mike and Dr. Beaker?

- Do as they say, Jimmy.

Perhaps the noise of Supercar's engines will bring whoever

is keeping Mike and Dr. Beaker prisoner out into the open.

- I get it, Professor.

On remote descend.

- Full boost horizontal.

[tense music]

- [Robot] Number 15 calling, hostile aircraft airborne.

- Intercept with radio immediately.

- [Robot] Message understood.

- It must be Supercar. - Jimmy!

[engine whirs]

- Professor, she's going down again, what have you done?

- Nothing, Jimmy, nothing, I don't understand it.

- Number 15, go to the surface and do whatever is necessary.

Just make sure that no one leaves here.

- Understood, will proceed as instructed.

[tense music]

- Jimmy, I want you to watch the hole in the ground

where Mike and Dr. Beaker disappeared

and tell me as soon as you see anything happening.

[monkey screams]

- What is it, Mitch?

Can you hear something?

[monkey screams]

Mitch, it's a robot.

[tense music]

Professor, there's a robot coming towards us.

What can I do, Professor?

- A robot?

You must be imagining things.

Switch on clear view, Jimmy, let me look.

- Okay, Professor, switching on clear view,

selecting rear vision.

[dramatic music]

- Yes Jimmy, you are right, it is a robot.

Now stay in Supercar and charge both engines together.

Quickly now, Jimmy.

- Okay Professor, charging both.

[engines whir] [robot beeps]

5,000.

7,000.

9,000.

11,000.

13,000.

15,000.

But Professor, it's no use, we can't fly Supercar,

you know that, Professor, we can't fly Supercar.

- Keep charging, Jimmy,

I want the biggest bang we can produce.

[beeping] [engine whirs]

- 18,000, Professor.

I've got to fire, Professor,

I think the car will explode if I don't.

- Keep charging, Jimmy.

[beeping] [engine whirs]

- 20,000.

[beeping]

- All right, Jimmy, fire both.

- Firing both. [engine fires]

[robot clatters] [dramatic music]

- [Robot] Number 27 reporting.

Robot number 15 out of action.

Has caused radio guidance to fail.

- Professor, Supercar's lifting.

I think she's gonna fly.

- Good, Jimmy, take off vertically and hover in the air.

You will be out of danger there.

[engine whirs]

- I underestimated you, Dr. Beaker.

Your friends have escaped and will no doubt raise the alarm.

- Yes, Professor Watkins, they will.

The United States Air Force should be here in

I estimate in about two hours.

- Yes, I think I would agree with that estimate, Dr. Beaker,

but fortunately, I have only to replace this amplifier

and my flying bomb will be ready for launching.

Now, if you gentlemen will excuse me,

I have one or two last minute preparations

to make in the launching bay.

- Doc, we've gotta stop him, we can't just let him

destroy a city without doing anything about it.

- Mike, have you ever heard of my impersonations?

I used to be a keen amateur dramatic member

in my college days.

- Oh for Pete's sake, Doc, not now.

Please, let's be serious.

- My dear fellow, I am serious.

If I could imitate Professor Watkins's voice,

I could instruct that robot out there to open this door.

- And he would obey you?

- Of course, Mike, robots never disobey.

- I get it, Doc, it's a great idea.

Okay, now for the performance of your life.

[clears throat]

- Number four, please lift sliding door.

[dramatic music]

- Doc, you're a genius.

- And now Mike, if we could get into the elevator,

we can tell number four to send us to the surface.

[tense music]

- Excellent, everything in order.

The bomb is fully fueled

and all the equipment working correctly.

I will be able to launch the bomb in just a few moments,

and now, number 30, I must return to my prisoners.

- Okay Doc, now.

- Number four, send the elevator to the surface.

[tense music]

- It hasn't worked, Doc, something's wrong.

Quick Doc, I can hear him coming back.

- All right, Mike.

Number four, send elevator to the surface.

[tense music]

- Quick, Watkins will be here any second.

- I obviously haven't quite pitched my voice

to the correct frequency, I'll try a little lower.

- What's happened to Dr. Beaker and Mike, Mitch?

Wish we could have done something to help them.

Maybe we oughta fly back and get the Professor

and then return to help them both.

[monkey chatters]

All right, Mitch, that's just what we'll do.

Supercar to base, Supercar to base.

Professor, can you fly us back?

We need help to rescue Mike and Dr. Beaker.

- Perhaps you are right, Jimmy.

Switching to forward drive.

[triumphant music]

- It worked, Doc, now if we only had Supercar.

- Mitch, look, there they are, they've escaped.

Professor, take me down, quick,

I've seen Mike and Dr. Beaker.

- Mike, I can hear Supercar.

- Yeah, there she is, she's coming in to land.

[engine whirs]

- Idiot, fool, imbecile!

I leave the room for five minutes and you let them escape.

I always knew your circuit was faulty.

[sad music]

Now then, concentrate.

We are going to launch the bomb.

I don't want any more mistakes.

- What happened?

- No time to explain now, Jimmy.

- We've got to do something to stop that crazy fool

launching that bomb. [exploding]

[dramatic music]

- Too late, Doc, it's been fired.

- Well, the only thing we can do now, Mike,

is to radio Washington.

- But Mike, can't we fly after it in Supercar?

- That's it, that's just what we'll do, Jimmy.

- But that's crazy, absolutely crazy.

But let's do just that.

- Right, selecting vertical.

[dramatic music]

Supercar to base, course 024 magnetic,

need all your help, Professor,

we need a speed of 3,000 miles per hour.

- What on Earth is going on, Mike?

- We're chasing a flying bomb headed for Washington D.C.

- Mike, you just tell me what to do.

I can't keep up with all this.

- Okay Professor, just keep us on course for Washington,

we'll do the rest.

- Right Mike, steer 027.

- Switching to clear view, Mike, telephoto lens.

[beeping]

- There she is, Mike. [monkey chatters]

[engines roar]

- Switching to range finder.

About five miles ahead, I should think, Mike.

- There's only one thing I can do, Dr. Beaker.

We can't shoot her down because of the atomic explosion

which would destroy us all, but I might be able

to tip her off course.

- Okay Mike, careful though,

you could snap our wing right off.

- Okay folks, here we go, fasten your safety belts.

[engines squeal]

Stand by for impact.

[wings crash]

- Mike, you've done it.

Mike, you sure are a great pilot.

- I agree with that, Jimmy,

and there is little doubt that we have saved Washington.

The question now is where will it land?

[dramatic music]

I have an idea.

I think perhaps I can jam it with a radio.

- Well whatever you do, Doc, it's gotta be fast.

- Professor, Professor, it's most urgent.

What's the most likely frequency for a missile of this type?

- Uh, try between 175 and 177, Dr. Beaker.

- Roger, Professor.

Mike, can you give me full power for the transmitter?

- I'll give it all I've got, Doc.

[engines whir]

- Can you do it, Dr. Beaker?

- Quiet Jimmy, let Doc concentrate.

Keep at it, Doc.

- That's it, Mike, I think I found the frequency.

[dramatic music]

- Hey Doc, look, the bomb's unsteady.

Yeah, it's going off course.

[dramatic music]

- Supercar to base, are you tracking the bomb, Professor?

If so, which way is it headed?

[beeping]

- Well Beaker, according to my plan,

it's heading straight back to its launching site.

- Number 30, turn the missile back on its course.

It's coming straight for us.

- [Robot] Mechanism in missile disrupted.

It will hit launching site 30 seconds from now.

- Fools, stupid fools.

Four years of planning and hard work,

and now they have to ruin it all.

[wind whistles]

- There she goes, Doc.

[explodes]

[engine whirs]

Well, I guess that's the end of the lost city, Dr. Beaker,

and all the secrets it held.

- Yes Mike, it really is a lost city now.

- I sure am glad you and Dr. Beaker got out okay.

I thought I was never gonna see you again.

- Well Jimmy, I'm glad to say that an awful lot

of people are gonna see us again.

Supercar to base, Supercar to base.

Changing course for the South Pole.

Exactly eight hours, 23 and a half minutes behind schedule.

Over and out.

[dramatic music]

Subtitles: Kilo [engine whirs]

♪ 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 skies

♪ Through the heavens' stormy rage ♪

♪ It's Mercury manned

♪ And everyone tries

♪ It's the marvel of the age

♪ Supercar

♪ Supercar

♪ Supercar