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(engines rumbling)

¢ Supercar f

¢ Supercar f

~ With beauty and grace I

f As swift as can be f

£ Watch it flying through the air S

f It travels in space or under the sea

f And it can journey anywhere J

¢ Supercar f

¢ Supercar f

~ It travels on land or roams the skies J

~ Through the heaven's stormy rage I

f It's Mercury manned and everyone cries f

f It's the marvel of the age I

¢ Supercar f

¢ Supercar f

- [Man] Supercar!

(engines blasting)

(soft flute music)

- Will you listen to that wind now?

(shutter clattering)

It's a night for the little people.

That's what it is.

- Little people, indeed.

| hear nothing but nonsense wherever | go.

You'll be telling me next the place

is infested with smugglers.

- It is.

- Ah, and there's worse than smugglin'

goes on in these parts.

Some Say ‘tis the Big Man himself

has a hand in things.

- Or his men, anyway, for a fact.

- Yah, fiddle.

- | shall retire to a corner and read.

(bright flute music)

- Why do we have to spend our
time in this hole, Governor?

- Nonsense, Ireland's a fine country.

Quiet and peaceful.

You found it profitable
so far, haven't you?

- What? Smuggling?

Ah, not my line at all, Gov.

I'm an artist.

Explosives, breakin' and enterin’.

Not smugglin’.

That's amateur stuff.

Oh, for Pete's sake, let's get inside

before | catch the pneumonia.

- Innkeeper, let's have something to drink

to keep out your confounded Irish weather.

- You can say that again.

- It seems to me I've
seen those two gentlemen

somewhere before.

- Hurry, please.

We've got work to do.

- Not on a night like this we ain't, Gov.

- On any night, Judd.

Any night the Big Man tells us, see?

- 'Tis two of them.

| thought | seen 'em.

- Hold your tongue, Ilene.

- It is.

They work for the Big Man.

I'll not have 'em here.

I'll send for the police.

- Hold it.

You know about the Big Man then, eh?

| should've kept my mouth shut.

Ha, but there's no harm done.

You.

- If it's me daughter you're talkin’ to,

you keep a civil tongue in your head.

- Oh, careful, Father.

He has a gun in his hand.

- That's right, my dear,

and if you behave yourself,

| won't have to use it, now will 1?

- All right, what do you want us to do?

- Just keep your mouth shut.

And just to make sure that
you don't blab to the police,

we'll take your precious
little daughter with us.

Come on, my little Irish galee.

- Here, Gov.

| don't know | like this.

- | know what I'm doing.

Now come on.

(soft dramatic music)

- By jove, it's Harper and Judd.

- Now remember, if you want to see

your little daughter again alive,

don't go to the police.

- Oh dear, oh dear.

| must contact Mike immediately.

- Did you hear that, sir?

What am | going to do
about my little Ilene?

What am | going to do?

- | would not distress
myself unduly if | were you.

If you will be patient for a few hours,

| will telephone a friend of mine.

He can get here quite quickly.

His name is Mike Mercury.

(engines blasting)

- Charging two.

13,000.

15,000. Interlock on.

- Hold it, Mike. Just a minute.

- [Mike] Come on, Professor.

Fire two.

(engines blasting)

- Take it easy, Mike.

- Come on, let's get going.

It sounds as if Beaker needs
our help kind of urgently.

- Okay, Mike.

Roof doors opening.

(mystical music)

- Roger, give me full boost.

(bright music)

Supercar to console, Supercar to console.

Mike here.

How are things back there, Professor?

- All clear here, Mike.

We have your position.

At your present speed you should get there

in about five hours from now.

- That's early morning in Ireland.

It's gonna be a short night.

- It's gonna be a short night?

What does Mike mean by that, Professor?

- Well, you see, Jimmy, he's flying east,

leaving the sun behind him.

The sun rises seven
hours earlier in Ireland

than it does here, so
the night is going to

seem very short to him.

Right, Mike?

- Right, Professor.

You make it clear as daylight,

and daylight's what I'm gonna
hit five hours from now.

(bright music)
(engines rumbling)

Now you were saying that your daughter.

- The doctor here thinks he knew the two

that took her away with them.

- | believe, Mike, they
were Harper and Judd.

- Harper and Judd, eh?

I'd like to get my hands
on those two again.

But the first thing we have
to do is find where they are.

- |hope you spent a
comfortable night, Ilene.

- | did not.

The place is a pigsty, and
it's Miss O'Farrell to you.

- | beg your pardon.

I'm sure if you find it inconvenient-

- It's more than sorry
you'll be when me father

gets his hands to ya.

He's a terrible temper with him.

And serve you right, too.

- There's many a pound
I'd pay to get me hands

on the pair of ‘em, but they
come and go as they please,

and there's nothin’ |
can do while they have

me poor Ilene a prisoner.

- You don't know where there hideout is?

- | daren't follow them, sir.

And this is a terrible
hard place to move about

in the night, anyway.

- What do you think, Doc?

Should we try our old trick?

- I, uh, | don't see why not.

It's worked before.

- And our friend Judd would
steal anything, I'd say.

Wouldn't you?

- Ah, precisely.

We will await their next
visit to the village

and prepare our trap

with that as bait.

- Sorry we've got to lock you in again,

my dear Miss O'Farrell.

We have to go to the village,

and you'll have to stay safe here.

- Yeah. Sorry, miss.

- Oh, go on, the both of ya.

| can do without your company.

Poor Father.

He'll be worried and he'll not be able

to do a thing about me.

- That's a strange thing
you have there, sir.

And you say you can follow them with that

wherever they go?

- That's about it.

Dr. Beaker will listen in
on the other set over there.

That is, if they take the bait.

- Right, and keep your
thievin' hands to yourself

this time, Judd.

We only need supplies.

- [Judd] Got to keep me handy, Gov.

Stealing things is more
of a habit-like with me.

- It's a habit you could well do without.

Come on.

- You again! I'll!

- You'll what, Mr. O'Farrell?

We still have your little Ilene, remember?

We want food.

Now here's a list.

And anything special you'd
like your little daughter

to have, put that in, too.

We want to look after her, don't we?

(soft dramatic music)

- Nah, that's careless.

Looks like an old man's takin's to me.

- Well, that's the lot.

We'll pay later.

- | hope you will, too.

- That's it. They're off.

| wonder if Judd fell for our bait.

- If | know Judd, yes.

- And good riddance to ya's.

And I'm glad to see you've taken more

than your supplies away.

(mystical music)

- How's it coming, Doc?

- They are northeast, about five miles.

- Why do we always got to walk everywhere?

- Because there aren't any roads,

and if there were, it wouldn't
be a hideout, would it?

- Well, it's all right for you, Governor.

You ain't carryin' this.

- Nor would you if you'd
obeyed my instructions

not to steal anything.

- What, and leave a suitcase full of cash?

Oh, | should think not.

That's valuable, that is.

- They appear to have stopped.

- Yeah, that would be about right.

If they're walking, they
can't be all that far away.

Let me check.

(switch clicking)

(dramatic music)

- | hope you've been all right, my dear.

- It's no thanks to you if | have.

What's that?

- Oh, just somethin’ | picked
up, you might say, miss,

from your father's bar.

- What is it?

- Money.

Full of one pound notes, that is.

Must be more than 500 quid there.

- Isn't that a likely thing, though?

As if my father would have a
case with 500 pounds in it.

And even if he had, do you
think he'd leave it out

for the likes of you to take?

- Listen.
(static crackling)

| thought | heard something.

- [Doctor] | make that 986.

5500.

- Yeah, that's five and
a half miles northeast

of here, then.

- That is correct.

But this portable set is
not very accurate, you know.

- It's a pity.

This could be a difficult place to search,

even with Supercar.

- It's talking, Gov.

It's these little people they
all talk about around here.

| swear it is.

- Be quiet, you fool.

| know those voices.

(dramatic music)

- [Judd] Aw, stone the crows.

- Now listen, Judd.

That suitcase was a trap, see?

It's a radio.

Hear everything we say,

so we'll turn it to our advantage

and tell them everything
we want them to know.

- Can't you get it a bit more accurate

than that, Dr. Beaker?

It would help.

- I'll try again.

Oh, hello, it's on talk!

It must've been switched on by accident!

Oh, | hope they haven't heard us.

- | doubt it.

If they did, they probably thought it was-

- Shh!

Listen.

- [Harper] Well, tonight's the night.

The helicopter comes, isn't it, Judd?

- [Judd] That's right, Governor.

- You go out and put the
landing lights on then.

We don't want the pilot to
miss the spot, do we, Judd?

- Evidently they didn't overhear us, Doc,

or they wouldn't have been so obliging

as to tell us they were
laying out landing lights.

- Yes, most useful, I'd say.

Will you wait till nightfall then, Mike?

- Yeah, | sure will.

Why should | waste time
searching around now

when | can spot them
in a couple of minutes

by the landing lights?

I'll bring Supercar right
down at their front door.

- That's it, Judd.

Put them nice and close together.

We want Mike Mercury to make a nice,

accurate landing, don't we?

- On top of that.

- Exactly, my dear Judd.

On top of that! (laughing)

Until tonight then, Mike Mercury.

(dirt rustling)

(engines rumbling)

- All set.

Dr. Beaker, can you hear me?

- Roger.

| should descend if | were you.

You are quite near the spot by now.

- You're right.

Don't want to give the enemy any warning.

But I'll have to call the
professor at the lab, first.

Pilot to console.

Pilot to console.

- Console here.

- Hello, Professor.

Good, let's establish
three-way contact now.

Dr. Beaker's about five
miles away on the ground

with a walkie talkie.

Now you know the story.

Have you got it?

- Yes, Mike.

- Good.

I'll rescue the girl and
get out fast, | hope.

- | think | hear him, Judd.

- Well, he's in for a
horrible shock when he comes.

(Judd laughing)

- There it is!

Going down now.

Keep in contact all the time.

Beaker, Professor.

- Yes, Mike.

- Right, Mike, we are with you.

- Here it goes then.

(engines whirring)

- Stay right where you are, Mike Mercury.

You're plum on top of enough dynamite

to blow you to the moon.

- Professor, from Mike.

I've fallen into a trap.

Don't don't ask questions.

Just do as | say.

I'm putting controls to remote.

Take off in exactly three
minutes from now, right,

and fly back to base.

- What is Mike doing, Professor?

- | don't know, Jimmy.

This is an emergency.

| must do exactly as Mike has asked me.

Three minutes from now.

- All right, Harper, I'm coming quietly.

- So glad you could drop in.

Come over here and don't try any tricks,

or your Supercar goes up in smoke, see?

- Okay, you're the boss.

- | must get into contact
with the professor

at the laboratory,

if this small set will reach America.

- This is Mike Mercury, Miss O'Farrell,

who's come to pay you a visit.

But tell me, why have you
left your engines running?

- Well, I'm not staying long.

Just long enough to
collect Miss O'Farrell.

- Really?

What makes you so confident
of getting out at all?

- Because if you push that plunger,

you blow us all sky high.

- We're far enough away to be quite safe.

Okay, Judd, let her go!

- Hold it!

Supercar contains a secret rocket fuel.

We might be quite safe from your dynamite,

but if Supercar explodes,
it'll blow this farmhouse

clean off the face of the earth.

- Hello, console.

Beaker calling on 28.6 megacycles.

How now?

- Hello, Beaker.

This is better.

Strength five.

- Professor, | have
lost contact with Mike.

He's in difficulty, I'm sure.

- We know, Doctor.

We are taking Supercar off without him

in one minute from now.

- Roger.

I'll approach hideout on foot.

| shall take the radio with me.

- | think you're trying
to kid us, Mike Mercury.

| don't think your rocket
fuel is that dangerous.

- Don't you?

- No, | don't.

- Well, there's one way to find out.

Try it.

- That's just what I'm going to do.

Okay, Judd.

- But Gov!

- Judd!

- All right, Gov.

(explosion booming)

- Well, Mr. Mercury, we're
still here, aren't we?

But your Supercar isn't.

(bright music)

- Take off satisfactory.

Watch the tach for me, will you, Jimmy?

- Sure, Professor.

| don't much like the idea of
leaving Mike there, though.

- Ever know a time when
Mike couldn't take care

of himself, Jimmy?

- | guess not.

Switching to nav plan now.

- Well, he appears to have
gotten away satisfactorily.

| wonder how near | am.

- lam sorry, Mike Mercury,
but that's the way it is.

Now there only remains the
question of what to do with you.

- Why, you'd better phone
the Big Man about that, Gov.

- The Big Man?

- Who's he?

- Suren't he doesn't run
everything that's against the law

between Dublin and Tralee.

- Including these two.

- Oh, it wouldn't surprise me.

They neither look to have much of a spine,

and that's a fact.

- Yeah, she don't think
too highly of us, eh, Gov?

- Yes, well, it'll wait until
morning, | have no doubt.

(Supercar whirring)

- Well, that's all for the moment.

Course seems all right.

Have you got a reading, Jimmy?

- Course 266, Professor.

- Good.

- Mmm, yes.

Would appear that | am almost there.

| think I'd better camp
down for the night.

Wait for developments.

- What time is it, Professor?

- Over here or in Ireland?

Where Dr. Beaker is,
it's two in the morning.

Here, 6:25.

Supercar should be here pretty soon.

- Then what?

- | shall fly back again.

That means we have to refuel her fast.

- What will you do when you get there?

- That | must admit, | don't know, Jimmy.

| have spent too much
of my life peacefully

to be a man of action like Mike.

But something will turn up.

It always does.

How's that track?

- I'd say she was a bit too
far to the south, Professor.

- Hmm, I'll put in a correction.

(Supercar humming)

(Dr. Beaker snoring)

- 2:30.

Supercar oughta be there by now.

(Supercar humming)

- Is that Supercar |
can hear now, Professor?

- Quite right, Jimmy.

I'm opening the roof doors now.

(mystical music)

(Supercar whirring)

All right, Jimmy, refuel
as quick as you can.

(monkey screeching)

- Half full already.

(fuel gurgling)

That's it, Professor.

Ready when you are.

- 15,000.

- Interlock on.

- 5-2.

(engines blasting)

- Full boost, both engines.

- [Professor] Haven't you
forgotten something, Jimmy?

- Sorry, Professor.

Roof doors opening.

- Ha ha, good boy!

Now give me full boost with both engines!

Supercar to Beaker. Supercar to Beaker.

- Eh, what?

Ah, Beaker here.

- Hello, Dr. Beaker.

Professor Popkiss here.

I'm airborne.

| should be with you in
about five or six hours.

- Roger, Professor.

| will be standing by.

(bright music)

- Hello, Beaker.

Is anything happening yet?

It's still dark where | am,
but | should be with you soon.

- No sign of movement yet.

- Yes, boss.

Harper here.

Bad news, I'm afraid.

The hideout in Ballion
Bog has been discovered.

- [Big Man] Discovered, you say?

Harper, that's careless.

- But we have them prisoner.

- [Big Man] Prisoner you say, Harper?

Now that's a different matter entirely.

And much easier.

Blow the place up.

- Blow it up?

- But boss!

- Good morning, Mike
Mercury, Miss O'Farrell.

I'm afraid we're leaving you know.

- Sure in it can't be too soon for me.

- | wouldn't be too hasty in celebratin’,

because when we go,
this place goes up, too.

- But, but what about us?

- I'm sorry, we have our orders.

And no time to make an alternative plan

to look after you.

- You wouldn't do it.

- Why not?

Mr. Harper seems to be having
quite a little field day.

Dynamite here, dynamite there.

- You seem very confident for a man

in such a tight spot, Mike Mercury.

- I've been in worse.

- But this time, | think,
it's rather different

because this time you have
no Supercar to rescue you.

- That's right, | haven't.

(dramatic music)

- Pilot to console.

Are you there, Jimmy?

- Console to Supercar.

Is everything all right?

- I'm just crossing the
Irish coast now, Jimmy.

I'll try to find Dr. Beaker.

Supercar calling Dr. Beaker.

Supercar calling Dr. Beaker.

- Hello, Supercar.

How far away are you?

- | should be right over
you in a few minutes.

Keep transmitting and I'll
home on you beside you.

Any sign of movement?

- Eh, can't see anything.

Oh, wait a moment.

It looks as though our
friends Harper and Judd

are preparing another explosion.

And | believe Mike and Miss O'Farrell

may still be inside.

- Locked, I'm afraid, llene.

- Do you think they mean
it then, what they say?

- I'm afraid so, Ilene, unless-

- Supercar to Beaker.

| should be above you about now.

- Oh, hurry up then.

| beg you!

Things are moving fast down here.

(Supercar humming)

- Can you hear anything, Governor?

- It can't be.

Not Supercar.

We destroyed it!

(Supercar humming)

(Harper and Judd thudding)

- Ah.

Now they appear to be in
some little difficulty.

| suggest that if you land quickly,

you may, um, catch them bending.

- Oh, they are, Mitch.

| think there may be a little
job for you in a moment.

(monkey screeching)

(Supercar whirring)

- 'ere, guv!

It's coming down right on top of us!

- Ilene, do you hear that?

Supercar's engines!

The professor has made it!

- Oh, it's glad | am to
hear you Say it, Mike.

- Don't let our friends get away.

I'm going to find Mike and Ilene.

(monkey screeching)
(club thudding)

(bright music)

Mike!

Are you all right?

- Sure, and it's glad |
am to see you, Professor.

We're fine, but don't
let those two get away.

- Ha ha ha, it's all right.

| have someone looking after them.

Come and see for yourselves.

(monkey screeching)
(club thudding)

- | see what you mean, Professor.

| don't reckon they can
give us much trouble now.

(monkey screeching)

(Supercar rumbling)

(engines blasting)

¢ Supercar f

¢ Supercar f

~ With beauty and grace I

f As swift as can be f

£ Watch it flying through the air S

f It travels in space or under the sea

f And it can journey anywhere J

¢ Supercar f

¢ Supercar f

~ It travels on land or roams the skies J

~ Through the heaven's stormy rage I

f It's Mercury manned and everyone cries f

f It's the marvel of the age I

¢ Supercar f

¢ Supercar f

- [Man] Supercar!

(engines blasting)