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(magical instrumental music)

(booming)

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Invest in www.caseway.ai to change the legal industry!

(eerie instrumental music)

(dramatic suspenseful music)

(zapping)

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(zapping)

(booming)

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- Gentlemen, it has been established beyond reasonable doubt

that this was no normal act of war.

It is clear that some evil and mysterious force

is working against us.

This is a job for the WASPS.

- Alert, the World Aquanaut Security Patrol.

(dramatic music)

- I want your boys to find out just what is going on.

It's a tough one, but I'm relying on you, Shore.

- Yes, sir.

Awaiting your further instructions.

Lieutenant sound off action stations.

Alert Stingray.

- [Woman] Captain Troy Tempest, control tower calling,

standby to launch Stingray.

(fervent drum music)

- Okay, Phones, wake up boy, here we go again.

- It's okay, Captain, I'm wide awake.

(fervent drum music)

- Wonder what it is this time?

- All final details to be left to Aquanaut Commander Shore.

- Okay, sir, leave it to me.

All right, Atlanta, this is it.

Sound launch stations.

- Yes, sir.

(fervent drum music)

- This is it, okay Phones?

- Okay, Troy.

(soft whooshing)

- Release injector tubes. - Release injector tubes.

(whirring)

(dramatic music)

- Close number one hatch. - Number one hatch.

- Okay, release elevators. - Release elevators.

(rumbling) (dramatic music)

- Acceleration rate one. - Rate one.

(engine whirring) (dramatic music)

- Stingray launch stage one complete, Sir.

Approaching ocean door.

(dramatic music)

- Tower from Stingray.

Seaborn.

- Okay, Troy, this is the brief.

Proceed full speed to position 1800 miles west northwest

2,400 reference for and investigate unaccounted destruction

of world security patrol vessel Seaprobe.

- [Troy] PWOR.

(engine whirring) (light instrumental music)

- Grade one.

Grade two.

Grade three.

Grade four. - Check trim.

- Checking trim.

Grade six.

- Check, grade six, 600 knots.

Switch to automatic bossen.

- Automatic bossen operate.

- Okay, Phones, let's go back to the relaxation bay.

We haven't got another instrument check

for half an hour yet.

- Okay Atlanta take five.

There's not much more we can do

until they approach the zone.

- Right, I'll get us some coffee.

(soft whirring)

- 2,400 reference four.

Hmm, that's what I figured.

The same old story.

Deep waters, like all the other trouble zones.

It's an ocean trench.

- Here we go again.

I know, there are people living under the sea

and I've got fairies at the bottom of my garden.

- Okay, you can laugh, but someday I'm gonna prove it

and it may be sooner than you think.

- Yes, Captain,

but right now we had better get back to control.

We'll be passing the island of Lemoy

and I don't trust the automatic bossen that much.

(eerie instrumental music)

(shutter clacking) (dramatic music)

(beeping)

(eerie suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

(beeping)

- Surface agent X20 report.

- Surface agent X20 reporting.

The underwater radar system informs me

that the World Aquanaut Security Patrol vessel, Stingray,

has just passed the island,

heading in the direction of explosion zone.

I will continue to report on progress.

- Well, Phones, I guess the wreckage of the submarine

must be on the ocean floor by now.

Let's go down and take a look around.

- Right, sir.

Pressure compensators on.

- Reduce speed to cruising, reduce to cruising.

(dramatic music)

- 2000 feet.

- Commence sound scan.

(whirring) (fervent music)

(dramatic music)

(whirring)

(gentle orchestral music)

(dramatic music)

- Trouble, something's following us.

- What does it sound like?

- I can't tell, it's too far off, but it's gaining rapidly.

Whatever it is, it sure got some power.

- Okay, stand by to take evasive action.

- Okay, Captain.

The panic's over.

It's just a fish.

A big one, but it's only a fish.

- And I thought we were gonna see some action.

(booming)

Seal all watertight doors!

- We're going out of control!

(dramatic music)

(sombre instrumental music)

You okay Phones?

- Yeah, I'm okay, but look, sir.

According to the instruments,

the rest of the ship is flooded.

- Great.

We're stranded at the bottom of the ocean.

We can't even contact base.

Guess our luck's run out, Phones.

(dramatic music)

- Marineville calling Stingray.

Are you receiving us?

Are you receiving us, over?

Nothing just dead.

What do you think could have happened?

- I don't know.

Could be their radio's failed, but unlikely.

They carry a standby set.

That means only one thing.

Trouble.

Order an aerial search of the area immediately.

- [Atlanta] Yes, sir.

(whooshing)

(dramatic music)

- Attention, this is Marineville control.

All personnel stand by for battle stations.

All civilian personnel to remain in their quarters.

All vehicles proceed from nearest ramp.

Five seconds.

Four,

three,

two,

one,

Zero.

- Power to power plant,

commence battle stations procedure.

- [Man] Battle stations PWOR.

(dramatic music)

(gentle orchestral music)

(fervent orchestral music)

(dramatic music)

(ethereal music)

(soft groaning)

(ethereal music)

- Phones?

Phones?

Hey, where's phones?

Where is he?

Why don't you answer me?

- You're wasting your time, dominion.

She cannot speak.

None of her race know the luxury of words.

(dramatic music)

She is my slave

and you are my prisoner.

- Just who are you and where am I?

- I am Titan,

leader of the underwater city of Titanica.

I must congratulate you.

You are the first terranean to set eyes

on one of the people of the underwater world.

- It seems so fantastic.

I can hardly believe.

- Believe it!

Look above you.

5,000 fathoms of water

and all around us, the mighty ocean.

(dramatic music)

You see terranean, there is no escape.

- But why are you holding me as a prisoner?

I'm a member of the World Aquanaut Security Patrol.

Our job is to investigate, not to fight.

- Maybe so, but we'll soon find out.

Don't worry terranean,

you will be given a fair trial. (laughs)

(dramatic music) (plane whooshing)

- PWOR.

I'm sorry Atlanta, the aerial searcher has found nothing.

- What are they gonna do?

- I'm gonna give it to you straight, Atlanta.

We're gonna bombard the entire area with hydronic missiles.

- But father, we can't do this,

supposing Troy is still alive.

- Look, honey, this is a tough organisation

and we're doing a tough job.

Something or someone has started all this

and we've got to finish it.

Prepare hydronic missiles for launch.

(dramatic music)

(ethereal music)

(dramatic music)

- Now Captain Troy Tempest, your trial will commence.

Toyful, our great sea god, will decide your fate.

He looks only upon friends of our people.

If he turns away from you within the space

of one marine minute, then you are proved to be our enemy.

The penalty,

death.

(dramatic music)

The trial is open.

(soft suspenseful music) (water dripping)

When the liquid fills the tube,

one marine minute will have passed

and the trial will be over.

(dramatic music)

One quarter of a marine minute.

(slow ominous music)

Toyful still looks upon you.

Half a marine minute.

(dramatic music)

Your luck still holds Troy Tempest.

One quarter of a minute left.

(dramatic music)

The trial is nearly over.

(ominous music)

Captain Troy Tempest of the World Aquanaut Security Patrol,

you and your crew have been found guilty.

It is decreed that you are doomed to die.

You will be taken to the underwater prison of Aquatraz,

where sentence will be carried out.

(glass clanking)

- [Atlanta] Oh Troy.

- Hello Atlanta, what was that crash I heard?

- I dropped Troy's photograph as the video phone came on.

It startled me.

Any news?

- No, honey, not a thing.

Just take it easy.

You've got another hour yet, before you're due back on duty.

(light orchestral music)

- As people, they only bother with a big fish.

You get convicted, we both get the sentence.

- Not if I can help it.

We've gotta think of something.

- Careful.

Remember the fish dish behind us.

- It's okay, she can't talk.

- Maybe not that, but the point is, can she understand?

- End of conversation.

(dramatic music)

(soft suspenseful music)

- Hm, don't tell me she's gonna tie those ropes any tighter.

- See, she's not as sweet as she looks.

- Phones, listen to what I say.

Don't react.

She's untying me.

- What's the action? (dramatic music)

- In time, I'm working on it.

I guess you want out too.

Don't worry, we'll take care of you.

Now, listen carefully, both of you.

This is the plan.

(bubbling speech)

(beeping)

(bubbling speech)

(dramatic music)

- [Phones] Watch out Troy!

(dramatic music)

- Okay, one move and you're dead.

(dramatic music)

Thanks, Marina.

(dramatic music)

- Looks like Troy's locker has run out, father.

- Yeah, just half an hour to go before the atomic attack.

And I'm sorry, Atlanta.

- Unidentified craft approaching the Marineville,

Commander Shore!

- Switch on TV cameras covering approach

to ocean ocean door.

- Yes, sir.

- Could it be Troy?

- [Commander] What in thunder is that?

- A fish, sir.

- I know that you dunderhead

but have you ever seen one this size?

- Wait a minute.

The fins, they aren't moving.

It's mechanical.

- Say, you right!

Launch underwater interceptors.

(dramatic music)

- 10 seconds to launch.

Nine,

eight. - Look!

- Seven.

- It's towing something. - Six.

Five,

four,

three.

- It's Stingray! - Two.

- Hold the interceptors.

(sweet orchestral music)

Lieutenant, contact central control immediately.

Tell him to hold the hydronic attack.

Atlanta, open ocean doors.

- Yes, sir!

(grand orchestral music)

(gentle orchestral music)

- Sure was some experience and all I can say is,

I'm sure glad we made it before the rocket attack.

- Well, it's a great story.

At least we know now what we're up against.

Whole races of people living under the sea,

- Some bad and I guess some good.

- Some to help, some to fight.

- But the part I don't understand is how you managed

to fix a line to Stingray without your underwater equipment.

- Well, that's the one part of the story

I haven't told you about.

(gentle orchestral music)

Commander Shore,

Lieutenant,

Atlanta, meet Marina,

the latest recruit to the World Aquanaut Security Patrol.

- Marina, well, what do you know.

- Yeah, well there...

As I was saying, at least we know what we're up against.

- Well, I certainly know what I'm up against.

(all laughing)

(sweet orchestral music)

(dramatic music)

- My slave, Marina, has escaped!

Toyful, the mighty God of the sea,

you must tell me how I can avenge her terrible betrayal.

Oh great Toyful,

show your face to Titan,

leader of the underwater city of Titanica!

(dramatic music)

All powerful Toyful,

vengeance must be mine!

Even now, Marina is with accursed terraneans,

Troy Tempest, and his friends.

(dramatic music)

You show me a blue coral flower, great Toyful.

But how can that help me?

(dramatic music)

I don't see how.

But wait,

that exotic perfume.

I have never known it before.

It is intoxicating.

(dramatic music)

The temperature, it is getting so hot.

I cannot breathe.

I am choking.

The flower, it is consuming the atmosphere.

It must be.

I must destroy it.

(dramatic music)

Toyful, the mighty sea god,

has shown me the way.

The plant is the answer.

I will use the plant.

(dramatic music)

(sombre orchestral music)

- Say, Marina's crying.

Atlanta, she's really crying.

What are we gonna do?

- Well, what can we do, Troy?

She can't speak to tell us why she's upset.

Maybe she doesn't like Marineville or dry land,

come to that.

(sombre orchestral music)

- What does that mean Marina?

You don't like it here?

Then you do.

- Say, maybe she's homesick.

- How about it, Marina, are you thinking about home?

- But where is her home?

Sure, we know it's on the bottom of the ocean,

but exactly where?

- Hey, maybe she could take us there in Stingray.

Alrighty, let's see what we can do.

Never could refuse a lady.

- And what Troy Tempest, will HQ say when I tell 'em

that a World Aquanaut Security ship

has gone on a pleasure cruise?

- But Commander Shore,

it'll be a chance to meet Marina's people.

We'll be exploring a new underwater city.

- Okay, Captain, the explanation will take care of HQ.

Let's hope it satisfies Atlanta.

Somehow, I have my doubts.

(dramatic adventure music)

(gentle orchestral music)

- Automatic bossen's operating is skipper.

- Thanks, Phones.

Now Marina, we are here.

Is your home to the south of us?

Is it to the north then?

Great, you've got the idea.

Let's keep at it.

(ominous music)

- Surface agent X20 to Titan.

X20 to Titan.

Come in, please.

- Tighten to X20.

What have you to report?

- The World Aquanaut Security Patrol vessel, Stingray,

has been launched and is passing the island.

- Have you discovered its destination, X20?

- I have, by means of the interceptor monitor.

I have learned that Stingray is bound for Pacifica,

and the domain of the traitorous, Marina,

and she, herself, is aboard.

- Perfect.

It could not be better.

Come at once to Titanica.

I have a mission for you,

a mission of the greatest importance.

(dramatic music)

- How about here, Marina?

Is your home anywhere around there?

Right, what are we waiting for?

(sweet orchestral music)

(dramatic music)

- Agent X20,

you will go to Pacifica,

the underwater city of Marina's father, Aponey,

and present him with this plant.

- It is not like the mighty Titan

to send flowers to an enemy.

- But this is a special flower.

When the cover is removed,

its exotic perfume will consume the air

and Aponey and his guests from Stingray will die,

as they deserve.

No one defies the great Titan

and the mighty fish god Toyful!

You will say you are from the underwater city of Cosm

and have news of his daughter.

- But what about Stingray?

It's already approaching the area.

They might reach there before me.

- I will arrange for an escort vessel to intercept Stingray

and delay it.

If the terraneans are destroyed, so much the better.

(ominous orchestral music)

(dramatic music)

- Escort vessel to agent X20.

We are receiving signal of approach of foreign vessel.

- X20 to escort vessel.

It must be Stingray. (beeping)

(soft whirring)

- Troy, I'm getting to reading on the hydrophones.

- Can you identify it?

- Yeah, it sounds like one of those mechanical fish

from Titanica and there's another smaller craft with it.

(dramatic music)

- Escort to agent X20.

Stingray is approaching at speed.

- You must intercept Stingray at all costs.

I will proceed to a finished domain.

(dramatic music)

(zapping)

- Dive Troy, dive!

(booming)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Phones.

- Troy they're coming in for another attack.

(dramatic music) (zapping)

(zapping) (dramatic music)

- Right, stand by to repel attack!

(dramatic music)

Aquasting two, green zero five.

(wavering zapping)

The old one-two, hey Phones.

I want this craft checked inside out

before we leave our present position.

- Right, skipper.

Don't worry, Marina.

We'll get you to your father as quick as we can.

(ethereal orchestral music)

Aponey, the peaceful one cultural lord

of the ocean's great leader of the famed city of Pacifica.

I know you cannot speak, but you understand my words.

I come in peace to give you news of your daughter.

As is the custom in my part of the underwater world,

I bring you a rare and fragrant flower.

It's a symbol of peace and an omen of good fortune.

I have heard that you have suffered much,

since the evil Titan seized your daughter

and took her as a slave.

But Marina has made her escape in his even now,

on her way back to you.

I will not intrude on this happy reunion.

My greetings and kind wishes, Aponey.

(sombre orchestral music)

Agent X20 reporting to Titan.

All is well.

Your instructions have been carried out.

Marina and the Stingray crew are doomed.

- That was a deep ocean trench you hit, Troy.

- Right, I guess this is it.

(vessel whirring)

- Skipper, I can see some lights ahead.

- Yeah, Phones.

- But say, it's a building!

An underwater skyscraper.

Jumping catfish!

What a place!

It's fantastic!

(sweeping orchestral music)

Oh, the water's being pumped out.

Won't be long now, Marina, before we see your folks.

(bubbling)

What a fantastic room.

It looks like some kind of palace state room

in all of culture all rolled up in one.

Guess the old boy is her father, Phones.

(gentle orchestral music)

Sure is an impressive looking guy.

- Yeah, Troy, but what's with all this arm waving?

- Guess they're talking to each other.

Maybe by thought transference.

(gentle orchestral music)

I've got a feeling this gonna be quite a session.

(gentle orchestral music)

This sure is a fantastic place, Phones.

And this meal, it's delicious!

Guess this place is a cultural underwater city.

Just look at those statues and the books.

- Yeah and look at that exotic plant.

- Yeah, it's beautiful!

He's saying something about the plant.

(dramatic music)

Gee, that perfume's out of this world.

(dramatic music)

- What do you think, Troy?

Does Marina come back with us

or will she stay here with her father?

- I don't know, Phones.

I kind of hope she might decide

to become a permanent member of our crew.

Well, we'll soon know.

We wish to thank you on behalf

of the World Aquanaut Security Patrol,

for the hospitality and friendship extended to us.

Naturally, Marina, I would like you to come back with us

and maybe help in the fight

against the enemies of your people.

But if you prefer to stay, there are no hard feelings.

Do you understand?

(sombre orchestral music)

- Come on, Troy.

If she wants to come back with us, why, she'll follow.

It's time we got back.

Come on, skipper.

(sombre orchestral music)

Shall I radio Marineville

that we're on our way back to base?

- Yeah, I guess so.

(muffled tapping)

Say, Phones, do you hear something?

- Yeah.

Sounds like something banging on the hull.

- It is Skipper!

Look, it's Marina!

- I knew it!

Phones, open a starboard airlock.

- Yes sir, Captain Troy.

(dramatic music)

- The next thing we heard was Marina

tapping on Stingray's cabin.

- But what about her father?

Surely he could be in danger from Titan.

How could she desert him?

- Maybe she figures she can best fight

her father's enemy with us.

- Yeah, and maybe she's still working for Titan

and come back to spy on us.

(foreboding orchestral music)

Are you giving this to me, Marina?

- Well, isn't that a sweet thing to do?

How about that, Atlanta!

- Well, I must admit it's a nice gesture.

Thanks, Marina.

(dramatic music)

(sniffing)

Mmm.

(piano music)

- I can't breathe.

(gasping)

It's so stuffy and hot in here.

Air.

(dark orchestral music)

- I can't figure this.

Still no reply.

Atlanta!

(dramatic music)

(coughing) Atlanta, Atlanta.

Gee. (coughing)

There's no air in here.

- The air was consumed by that plant.

There's no doubt about it.

- Well, it looks that way.

How you doing now, Atlanta?

- Oh, I'll be okay, Troy, thanks to you.

But Marina must hate me pretty bad to do this to me.

- Well, you sure could have fooled me.

She looks so sweet.

- Now, wait a minute.

We can't be certain Marina knew anything about that flower.

- Maybe not, but evidence is pretty conclusive.

- I know you think I'm crazy,

but I believe Marina's innocent.

- Fine words, Captain, but you have to prove it.

- I'll prove it.

Even if I have to risk her life to prove it.

You see, I believe in Marina.

(dramatic music)

(sweet orchestral music)

(piano plays)

Now, if Marina knows the deadly effect of that plant,

she'll get outta there fast.

- Then we'll know for sure she's a spy.

(piano music)

- She's tiring,

but she obviously doesn't know why.

- May be bluffing.

Give her a few more minutes.

We gotta be certain.

(piano music) (eerie music)

- Oh, stop it, stop it.

I know what she's going through.

She must be innocent, she, she must!

- Not yet at Atlanta.

There's still time for her to smash the plant.

If she's guilty.

(languid piano music) (dramatic music)

- She's collapsed.

- Okay Troy, get rid of that plant.

- Too late Commander, he's already gone.

(dramatic music)

- Are you okay, Marina?

- Oh gee, I'm sorry | ever doubted you, Marina.

Please forgive me.

- I guess we all owe you an apology, Marina.

- Yeah and we shall know what to expect

if we see one of those flowers again.

- Now, let's have some dinner.

You're all invited and Marina is guest of honour.

- There's just one thing that still worries me about Marina.

- What's that, Troy?

- Her piano playing it's terrible.

Will you teach her to play properly, Atlanta?

- I sure will, Troy.

It'll be a pleasure.

(ominous orchestral music)

- Nonsense!

We are constantly losing battles to the land people.

Battles we would win if it were not

for the World Aquanaut Security Patrol!

Only Marineville stands in our way

of a great and glorious victory.

So X20, your orders are destroy Marineville.

- But your majesty--

- Why must all my subjects use the word but?

You have been issued with your instructions.

- Yes, I understand.

But it will take a master plan of cunning to see.

- How you do it is your business, but do it!

(beeping)

- A master plan.

I must think.

(whirring)

(eerie music)

I must think.

(dark orchestral music)

That's it, that's it.

The perfect plan to destroy Marineville.

Commander Shore,

Marineville.

Dear, sir, I would appreciate your cooperation.

- Would no doubt be of interest to all concerned.

Yours faithfully, Professor Sanders.

- Professor Sanders?

Well, I've never heard of him.

- According to these credentials,

he's an authority on teaching dumb people to speak.

- I see and he wants to lecture here.

- Oh well, can't do any harm.

Permission granted.

(whirring)

- Right on course.

We should be back in Marineville in about an hour.

- Well, I won't be sorry, Phones.

This has been one of the quietest patrols I've known.

The sooner we get home, the better.

(clapping)

- Say, Marina's trying to tell us something.

(clapping)

Gee, I, I can't make out what she's trying to say, Troy.

- Well, it seemed to be triggered off

with the mention of the word home.

Maybe she's just excited to be getting back.

- Yeah.

Say, talking to home, that's exactly what she's going--

- Hey, watch it, Phones.

- Don't give anything away.

- Sorry Troy.

I forgot.

Gee, I sure wish Marina could talk though.

(dramatic music)

- From Marineville.

Let's hope it's good news.

To Professor Sanders, (muttering)

And you have been granted permission to give your lecture

on teaching dumb people to speak.

So, I have succeeded in the first part of my master plan.

(lively orchestral music)

- Tower from Stingray, tower from Stingray.

Are we clear to Marineville?

- Stingray from tower, all clear, please proceed.

(whirring)

- Approaching ocean door.

- Tower to power plant, open ocean door.

(dramatic music)

Stingray, safely ashore.

- Hey, you'd better get the designs out for Troy.

He'll want to start work tonight.

- Already got them, sir.

Oh, and don't forget your part of the plan,

taking Marina to dinner.

- Okay, Atlanta.

With Marina out of the way we work on operation decorate.

(whimsical orchestral music)

- Phones, watch what you're doing with that paint!

- [Phones] Oh, sorry, Troy.

- These designs took Atlanta weeks to do.

- Marina still hasn't got any idea

of what we're planning has she?

- No, but Phones here almost gave it away

when we were on patrol.

- Shucks, Troy, anybody could have done that.

(whimsical orchestral music)

Sorry, Troy.

- That colour looks great, Atlanta.

(whimsical orchestral music)

Coming Atlanta?

- No, I'll finish this, but you both go ahead.

- Okay, see you tomorrow.

Don't work all night.

-I won't.

Good night.

- Night. - Good night.

(Atlanta hums)

- Hey, Phones, look at this.

- Professor Sanders will lecture

on how to teach dumb people to speak.

- Wow!

We gotta see this guy about Marina.

Imagine if he could only make her talk!

(dramatic music)

- It's time I left for the lecture.

(whirring)

(soft eerie music)

Now to work.

This makeup will make my green skin flesh colour,

just like the land creatures.

(foreboding orchestral music)

Perfect.

I shouldn't be able to move

around Marineville completely unsuspected.

(dramatic music)

Ladies and gentlemen.

It just remains for me to say

how much I have enjoyed speaking to you.

I only hope that I get a further opportunity

in the near future.

Thank you and goodnight.

(applause)

- We've gotta get a word with.

- I haven't understood a thing he said.

- Come on, Phones.

You'll have to go through the main gate.

Professor Sanders?

- Yes?

- Can you spare a minute?

- Captain, I'm, I'm a very busy man.

I wanna go home now.

Would you please let me pass?

- But this is pretty important to us, Professor.

- It's like this, you see,

a member of our crew, a girl from under the sea,

well, she needs your help to teach her to speak, I mean.

- Maybe so, maybe so.

However, I am not looking for patients

and I cannot guarantee success.

So, if you'll excuse me--

- But couldn't you at least see her?

- Oh, very well.

Here's my card.

Bring her tomorrow morning and we'll see what can be done.

Good night gentlemen.

- Good night.

- And thanks a lot!

(plucky orchestral music) (Professor sniggers)

- Boy, are we gonna make Marina happy!

- 1657 Western Avenue.

(gentle orchestral music)

Well professor, what do you think?

- Ah, yes.

Yes, I, I think that I may be able to help this young lady.

Now, in order for the treatment to stand a chance,

she would have to stay at my clinic here,

for at least a week.

Would, would that be alright with you, young lady?

- [Phones] Marina talking, wow!

- That's fabulous news.

- As part of the treatment, I shall need your voice Captain.

She is already attuned to the sound waves that this creates.

- Sure.

What do you want me to do?

- Just record a few simple phrases

that she would've heard you say many times.

- Okay.

Yeah.

Well,

I, I, I don't know what to say.

Huh, hi there, Marina.

Heck I'm stuck.

- Perhaps, perhaps something routine, like perhaps

requesting entry to Marineville after a patrol.

She must have heard that many times.

- Yeah, okay.

Tower from Stingray, tower from Stingray.

Are we clear to enter Marineville?

- Approaching ocean door. (dramatic music)

- Okay, Atlanta proceeding with orders received.

- Perfect, just perfect.

Now, if you'll allow me to get on with my work,

there's a lot to be done in a very short time.

(ominous music)

Well, he sure didn't waste much time getting rid of us.

- He said he wanted to get on with the treatment.

If he teaches Marina to speak, who are we to argue?

- Yeah.

- Get away from that tape recorder.

(dramatic music)

Now nothing can stop me from destroying Marineville.

(laughing) (dark dramatic music)

- Marina doesn't make much noise,

but it sure is quiet around here without her.

- Yeah, two uneventful patrols right after one another.

- Take it from me, Troy, it won't last.

It's just the lull before the storm.

- Yeah, I'm afraid you might be right.

Somebody's probably cooking something up right now.

(ominous orchestral music)

- It's a pity that I can't teach you to speak, Marina.

Then you could tell me what you think of my plan.

All I have to do now is wait.

In a few hours, Marineville will be blown sky high!

(dramatic music)

(Phones humming)

- Oh, come on, let's go home.

- Well, it's too early, Troy.

- Who cares!

- Commander Shore will, for one.

- Well, anything's better than having to listen to you sing.

(dramatic adventurous music)

(dark orchestral music)

- Now, all we must do is wait

until we can enter the ocean door in place of Stingray.

I shall enter 10 minutes before Stingray is due

and activate the bomb.

(dramatic music)

I know, Marina, you're hoping that they radio in before,

but they won't. (laughs)

The great and wise Titan has made their patrol a quiet one

and their reports will only be routine.

(whirring)

- Hey Troy, take, take a look at those shells down there.

- Yeah.

Say, they'd look real good. Marina's new apartment.

- Well, what are you gonna do?

- Collect them, of course.

- You're the boss.

At least it'll kill some time.

(dramatic music)

- It's time.

Now, first the radio

then the tape recorder.

- [Troy] Tower from Stingray, tower from Stingray.

- Hey they're 10 minutes early.

- Yeah.

Captain Troy Tempest seems to be forgetting regulations.

- [Troy] Are we clear to enter Marineville?

- Stingray from tower, all clear, please proceed.

- [Troy] Okay, Atlanta proceeding with orders received.

(foreboding music)

- [Phones] Approaching ocean door.

- Tower to power plant open ocean door.

(dramatic music)

- We're inside Marineville.

Goodbye, Marina.

You won't have long to wait.

Just until the clock on the bomb reads 15.

(dramatic music)

As professor Sanders,

It'll be easy for me to just walk right outta here.

Goodbye, Marina.

Goodbye.

(dark dramatic music)

- Tower from Stingray, tower from Stingray.

- Stingray?

It can't be.

- It must be an imposter with some kind of trick.

- Tower from Stingray.

They're not answering.

- Well, our equipment's okay.

Maybe there's a fault at their end.

- Is that Troy Tempest out there or isn't it?

Do we let him in or blow whoever it is

outta the water with missiles?

- I can think of one way to make absolutely sure, sir.

- Well, let's hear it and fast.

- Stingray from tower.

- Tower from Stingray.

We've been calling you.

What's been wrong?

- Troy? - Yes, Commander.

- Can you tell me the contents of the secret plans

and the project we've recently been working on?

- Is this some kind of gag commander?

- I hope so.

But right now answer the question.

- Well, it's it's it's to do with Marina,

a house for Marina.

You want the whole colour scheme?

- Okay, Troy, we've heard enough.

This is Commander Shore, alert the security guard.

(siren blaring) (dramatic music)

All security keep a sharp lookout for (voice cuts out).

(siren blaring) (dramatic music)

- Hey!

- Yes?

- Oh, oh goodnight Professor.

- Goodnight officer.

(foreboding orchestral music)

- But who could have impersonated you Troy?

- I dunno, but I keep thinking of that recording we made

and that means Marina's involved.

(dramatic music)

- Stingray's entered the tunnel.

(dramatic music)

They've made it okay.

- Phones, look!

What's that craft doing there?

(foreboding orchestral music)

Marina!

Help me get her out, Phones.

- What's going on down there, Atlanta?

- Phones here, Commander.

Troy's found a bomb.

He's taking it out of the launch tunnel.

(dramatic music)

- I'm gonna try and get this outta Marineville,

Commander, and use ejector seat.

- Troy!

You'll be killed!

(dramatic music)

(booming)

(sweet orchestral music)

- So you really do like your new home, Marina?

- Well, you almost didn't get it, but thanks to Troy here,

Marineville's still in one piece.

- Well, I'm sure glad we made it on time.

- Yeah, but it was almost too late.

Now, if we had returned an our early, like we was going to.

- Hour early?

- Yeah.

But we saw some real pretty shells

and we decided to collect them,

so we arrived back on time after all.

- Well, well, well, how cute.

So you were collecting some shells,

how simply ducky.

What do you think this is, the Boy Scouts!

This so happens to be the World--

- Yes, yes, father, we know.

Now no lectures, please.

This is a celebration party, remember?

And you know, once you get started, you really go on and on.

- You know something, Troy,

I'm glad we couldn't teach Marina to speak.

Can you imagine two talkative women around here?

We just wouldn't stand a chance.

(laughs)

(dark music)

- How dare these minions keep me waiting.

Am I not the most powerful of all the underwater rulers?

- Of course mighty Titan.

- Then why do races, whom I have conquered,

refuse to renew their treaties with me?

- You have conquered many under sea city's Titan,

but in every attempt you have failed

to destroy Troy Tempest and Stingray.

- Is this their grievance?

- Oh, it's deeper than that, Titan.

What was the biggest blow to your pride and power?

- Wait, I am beginning to understand.

Marina.

The day that Troy Tempest took Marina, my slave,

away from me.

If I am to keep the conquered races in our place,

I must recapture Marina and make her my slave.

- Yes, that is the answer, Titan.

- Silence, I say!

I'm thinking.

Yes, and it is useless to ask you to help.

I must think of a plan myself. (dramatic music)

A master plan.

(dramatic music)

- Tower from Stingray Seaborne.

- Okay, Stingray proceed at normal patrol speed.

Routine patrol positions,

south southwest 5,000 area reference 19.

- TWOR.

That's Titan's area, Phones.

Better keep a sharp eye out for trouble.

He might be planning on a nice welcoming committee for us.

(dramatic music)

- 80, Stingray is approaching X20.

Soon, my master plan will go into action.

- What is the plan, Titan?

- You will see, X20.

Be patient.

There's not long to wait before Stingray is in the area.

- Patrol area dead ahead, Troy.

- Okay, Phones.

Now keep your eyes open.

Maintain cruising speed.

(whirring) (orchestral music)

- Now watch closely X20.

(gentle orchestral music)

(dark orchestral music)

- Troy, it's them on our tail.

It's moving in fast.

- Green 180.

Pull around, Phones.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(zapping)

(booming) (dramatic music)

- Oh, it is the same story, Titan.

You have failed again.

- Shut up and watch my plan in operation!

Now Tempest will have to leave Stingray to make repairs.

(twinkly orchestral music)

(gentle orchestral music)

- The damage not too serious, Phones.

We'll make it back to Marineville okay.

(gentle orchestral music)

Guess we'll be reduced to half power,

but it could have been worse.

- [Phones] Yeah, Troy.

Troy behind you!

(dramatic music)

(whooshing)

-1, I can't see a thing.

(dramatic music) (whooshing)

He's going, but why?

He could killed me for sure.

And what was that purple liquidy spray?

(dramatic music)

- I do not understand.

You let Tempest escape.

- Getting rid of him is only half our problem.

We must recapture Marina too.

This way I will succeed.

Never fear.

(whooshing and whirring)

- Returning to Marineville, grade six.

- Right.

Say Phones, it sure is hot in here.

My eyes feel kind heavy.

- Cabin temperature is normal.

- Gee, I feel faint.

Sorta dopey.

Drowsy.

- Troy, what's wrong?

Troy, Troy!

(gentle orchestral music)

- [Commander] What is it Doc?

Exhaustion maybe?

- [Doctor] I'm afraid it's not that easy, Commander.

Captain Tempest is dying.

- Oh no, it can't be.

- I've done all I can at Atlanta.

He appears to have been poisoned,

but by what I cannot say.

- Purple liquid. - What was that, Phones?

- We couldn't understand it.

An aquaphibian sprayed Troy with some kind of purple liquid.

- That is the answer.

It must be underwater poison,

one we know nothing about.

- Look father, Marina is agreeing.

The doctor must be right.

- Then find a cure, Doc.

You can't let Troy die.

- I'm sorry, Commander, there's nothing I can do.

- But how can you just give in like that, Doctor?

That's Troy Tempest lying there!

Do something.

- Atlanta's right.

Doctor, Marineville can't afford to lose Troy Tempest.

- You don't understand, sir.

Without knowing the poison, I can't find an antidote.

- Now get this, Doc, you've gotta try to find a cure.

We'll get back to the control tower and leave you to it,

but come up with something.

Tempest must not die!

- I'll do all I can.

But time is short.

I'd say he'll be gone in four hours.

- Oh Troy.

No, no, no.

You mustn't die. (cries)

- I'll get Titan for this if it's the last thing I do,

I'll get him.

(laughing)

- Tempest will be finished very soon.

Get me the Marineville frequency X20.

It is time to bargain with them.

- I am tracing the UHF now, almighty Titan.

I have it.

Go ahead.

- Attention Marineville.

Titan speaks.

Titan speaks.

Hear this Commander Shore, hear this.

- Commander Sir, you'll never believe this,

but it's Titan on our radio.

- What are you talking about, Lieutenant?

- It's true, sir.

They've got into our frequency somehow.

- Right Lieutenant, I'll take over.

Okay, this is Shore.

- Now listen carefully.

I will say this once only.

I alone have the antidote to the poison,

which is killing Tempest.

I will give you the cure in exchange for one thing, Marina.

- You're out of your water-logged mind, Titan.

No deal.

- Do not be hasty, terranean.

Marina for the life of Troy Tempest.

You have three hours to decide.

I will say no more.

- Marina.

- What are we going to do, father?

We can't send Marina back to Titan.

- No.

Troy wouldn't want that.

Why, Titan would make he suffer for disobeying him.

- It's no use.

Marina, I know you'd gladly die to save Troy,

but we can't make bargains with Titan.

This is Commander Shore, Doc.

It's up to you now.

You're our only hope.

- I'm afraid the task is beyond me or any earth doctor.

Barring a miracle,

Captain Tempest will be dead within four hours.

(dramatic music)

- Let me have Stingray, sir.

I'll get into Titanica and make Titan gimme the cure.

- Oh, Phones, you'd never do it.

Titan will be prepared for such a move.

Anyway, we haven't time.

Unless the doc comes up with something, Titan has won.

The one thing that's beaten us is time.

- Time, it's just a matter of time, X20.

My plan cannot fail.

- But they will never send Marina back.

- I know, X20.

They will not need to.

She has a mind of her own and she will try to save Tempest.

(sombre orchestral music)

Marina will come back to me.

I know it.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- We can't find Marina anywhere.

- I've just heard, Phones.

She was seen at the coast. - The coast?

Well that means--

- Yes, there can be no doubt.

Marina's surrendered to Titan in hope of saving Troy.

- Is he any better, Doc? (sombre orchestral music)

Please say he is.

- I'm afraid not, Atlanta.

Hardly any pulse at all now.

There's little. Hope.

- It can't be.

Troy mustn't die.

He can't.

I, we all love him too much.

- I guess Titan holds all the aces, Atlanta.

For Marina and the power to save Troy.

- Yes, Phones, but will he save Troy?

He's got Marina back.

Why should he?

- Yeah.

Why should he?

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(whooshing) (dramatic music)

- [Intercom] Attention.

Marineville tracking station calling.

Missile type 713 approaching.

- Impact 45 seconds.

- Emergency battle stations.

(dramatic music)

- [Intercom] Marineville tracking station calling.

Alien missile is unarmed.

It has no warhead.

- Hold interceptors.

- No warhead.

I, I don't understand.

- Well, we all just have to wait.

It can cause no damage.

We hope.

(whooshing)

(booms)

(engine hissing)

Attention rocket investigation squad.

I want a full report on that missile within 30 minutes.

Get down there, Lieutenant, and organise things.

- Yes, sir.

(orchestral music)

(sirens blaring) (dramatic music)

- Why does this have to happen now?

Troy is dying and we have to play around with missiles.

- No one's playing, Atlanta.

That rocket has to be investigated.

Marineville still goes on, remember, even if--

- Commander the missile came from Titan.

It, it contained this, the antidote to the poison.

- He's responding.

The antidote's working.

- Father, Troy's going to be okay.

He's going to live.

- Yeah.

Titan kept his word.

- Guess so, Phones.

He sent a message with that metal container

that said that he was a man of honour

and kept to his end of the bargain.

- That means he has got Marina.

- So Marina went back to Titan to save me, huh?

Where's my clothes?

We've gotta go after her.

- Now hold on, Troy.

You've been closer to death than ever before.

You need plenty of rest.

- How can I rest when Marina could be in danger?

- We all feel as you do Troy,

but father figures Titan's up to something even now.

Why else would he save you?

- Yeah, we gotta do some planning.

And while we do, you gotta relax for a couple of days.

- A couple of days!

Meanwhile, what's happening to Marina?

(sombre orchestral music)

- My plan is working perfectly X20.

Soon Tempest and Stingray will be coming

to get back the slave Marina.

- But how can you be sure?

- Because I know Troy Tempest.

He will not rest until he has attempted to rescue the girl.

- Your plan bewilders me, Titan.

Why did you send the antidote if you want Tempest dead?

- X20, you have the brain of terranean at times.

To restore my power over my vanquished,

I must show them that I have Marina back as my slave,

Troy Tempest as my prisoner, and Stingray as my royal yacht.

- It is a master plan, indeed.

- Slave Marina, fetch us some seaweed tea.

And hurry!

- It's only been two days, Troy.

Are you sure you're okay?

- Quit worrying Atlanta.

I'm fine.

Now, about this plan, Commander, will it work?

- That'll be up to you and Phones.

We've not had long to get things organised,

so the odds are against us but...

(speaking gibberish)

- That's great Phones.

Now let's do it together.

(both speaking gibberish)

- Phones, Troy, have you both gone crazy?

We're supposed to be planning an attack on Titanica.

- But sir, this is part of the plan.

We hope it'll get us into Titan's palace.

- Yeah.

Troy, I've been practising for the last couple of days.

- Great.

Okay.

Stand by for lunch station.

-Yes sir. - Yes, sir.

(dramatic music)

- Tower from the mechanical fish.

Ready for lunch.

- Okay, Troy got no missiles and precious little speed.

- Yeah, I know sir.

But if we can fool Titan, maybe we won't need either.

- Okay, Atlanta sound launch stations.

Fish clear to go.

(dramatic music)

- Okay Phones, full speed.

(dramatic music)

I sure wish we were in Stingray.

- I do too, but Titan will be expecting Stingray.

He sure won't be expecting this craft.

(gentle orchestral music)

Approaching Titanica, Troy.

- Okay, Phones, now let's get through on the radio

and announce our arrival.

(dramatic music)

(speaking gibberish)

- So far so good, we fooled him.

We got permission to enter Titanica.

- Yeah, the travel tube's ahead.

Steady as she goes.

- Tempest should be here very soon.

Then the battle will commence.

More food, slave!

And hurry!

(suspenseful music)

- Check your gun, Phones.

- You betcha.

(dramatic music)

- Nearly there.

Get ready.

We'll have to make this fast before Titan

can call out the guards.

- Soon the moment of victory will come.

Is there any news of Tempest?

- There sure is.

We're here. - Get them!

(dramatic music)

(gun fires)

- Okay Titan, we're taking Marina and you're coming too.

- You'll have to kill her before you can get me.

- If that's how you want to Titan.

I haven't got time to play games.

Get ready, Phones, I'm firing the gas capsule.

(whooshing)

Marina, let's go.

(dramatic music)

- [Titan] Stop them, X20!

- I can't see them. - Run Marina, run!

(dramatic music)

- They're gone. - I can see that now, fool.

I must get to the radio.

They must be stopped.

(dramatic music)

- We made it, Troy.

- Not yet, Phones.

We've still gotta get outta here.

(dramatic music)

- This is Titan.

You have no chance, Tempest.

I have ordered the mechanical fish to intercept you.

We have discovered your means of avoiding my fleet,

but death awaits you Tempest.

This time you cannot escape.

(dramatic music)

- Troy, we're being followed by another mechanical fish.

(dramatic music)

1,500 yards and they're still gaining on us, Troy.

- Oh, there's nothing more I can do.

We're at full power now.

(dramatic music)

When they've close to a 1,000 yards, we've had it.

- Yeah, we haven't got a sling shot, let alone a missile.

(dramatic music)

1,200 yards and still gaining rapidly.

- We've got less than 10 seconds.

(dramatic music)

(speaking gibberish)

(booming)

- Nice shooting, Commander.

But by golly, you sure left it late.

- You weren't worried I wouldn't show up, were you Troy?

- Well, sir, I must confess, I was beginning to wonder.

- Great craft, Stingray.

Yep.

Guess she's got the drop on Titan every time

and it's sure good to be back at the controls.

- I guess Titan won't try a stunt like this again.

Just the same, he almost pulled it off this time.

(gentle orchestral music)

- What happened to the master plan, mighty Titan?

- Be quiet fool, I'm trying to think.

When the leaders of our satellite cities hear of this,

I will be the laughing stock of the underwater races.

- No one would dare to laugh at the mighty Titan

just because his master plan failed to work.

(laughs)

(boinks)

(sweeping orchestral music)

♪ Marina ♪

♪ Aqua Marina ♪

♪ What are these strange enchanting that start ♪

♪ Whenever you're near ♪

♪ Marina ♪

♪ Aqua Marina ♪

♪ Why can't you whisper the words ♪

♪ That my heart is longing to hear ♪

♪ You're magic tome ♪

♪ A beautiful mystery ♪

♪ I'm certain to fall ♪

♪ Because enthral me so ♪

♪ Marina ♪

♪ Aqua Marina ♪

♪ Why don't you say that you'll always stay ♪

♪ Close to my heart ♪

(sweet music)

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