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(plane engine roaring)

¢ Supercar f

¢ Supercar f

¢ With beauty and grace, 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 a heaven's stormy rage f

£ It's mercury manned and everyone cries

f It's the marvel of the age I

¢ Supercar f

¢ Supercar f

¢ Supercar f

(loud explosion booms)

(whimsical music)

(paper processor rolling)

(suspenseful 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,

one of the deepest seabeds in the world.

Jimmy, | tell you something,

I'd rather be here on dry land (chuckles)

(adventurous trumpet music)

- [Lulu] The time is 1200 hours, 1200 hours.

Dive will commence now.

- Mistral, calling Lulu Mistral, calling Lulu.

Dive commencing now at 1200 hours, 1200.

Synchronise clocks now, please.

This is Mistral here.

- [Lulu] Dive now commencing,

all personnel connected with dive.

Take stations now.

Personnel connected with dive take stations.

- Mistral to Lulu clearing telephone nine 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'm watching.

- [Phil] Lulu to Mistral.

- | wish you would tell those boys to drop it slower,

John always cracks his head when we hit the water.

- Jet commander.

- All set John?

- All set.

- Castoff. Commence dive.

Dive commence twelve zero three Greenwich meantime.

(soft adventurous music)

- Twelve zero three it is.

Depth?

- Thirty feet.

Forty.

Fifty.

Sixty.

Depth reading now 3500 fathoms.

Descent normal.

Testing Aztec morse transmitter.

- Mistral here. Ready to receive Aztek code groups.

Go ahead, please Lulu.

- Do you read us Mistral?

- We read you.

(morse transmitter beeping) Message AZ.

AZ. AZ received clearly.

- Well that's something anyway.

The telephone line may not stand the pressure at this depth.

Might as well have a second line of defence.

Hello Mistral. Hello Mistral.

- Mistral to Lulu, report on descent please.

- Descent normal. Controlled. Rate four feet per second.

Batteries three quarter charged all is well.

| repeat, descent normal, all is--

(speaker sputters)

(suspenseful 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 Aztec, please.

(morse signal beeping)

(foreboding drums)

This is Mistral control here.

Aztec message received from Lulu.

Reads, float damaged.

Sinking out of control. Danger.

We have lost telephone contact.

| repeat, we have lost telephone contact with the sphere

(suspenseful dooming music)

(morse code beeping)

- 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 | expect they are using an Aztec morse transmitter.

- What's that professor?

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

You know about the radar I'm sure.

- Oh, sure Professor. | guess everyone's heard of that.

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

- And 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 | had some target practise.

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

- Hey, let me see now. We charge first | believe.

- That's it, doc.

Okay. Charging port.

I'll just give her 10,000.

(engine revving)

Interlock on.

- Roger pilot.

- Charging starboard.

Firing engines, one and two.

(engine explodes)

Okay, all aboard for the carousel. Here we go.

(cheery triumphant music)

A coconut? Good thing Mitch isn't around.

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

And then, take aim.

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

I'm on target doc. Countdown starting now.

Ten.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven.

Six.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One. - Mitch!

(explosion)

- No! We couldn't of!

(monkey screaming)

- By Jove, that was close!

(monkey hooting)

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

- It seems that the Doc's Ultra Sonic 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!

(engine humming)

- Fire one!

(engine booming)

Charging starboard.

- Opening roof doors.

(adventurous ascending music)

They're open.

Fire Two!

(engine booms)

Right Doc?

- Roger.

- Full throttle vertical.

- Call us when you're airborne Mike.

- [Mike] Will do.

(adventurous exciting music)

Supercar to console. Supercar to console.

Am setting course two zero five magnetic at 1000 nuts.

Altitude 10,000 feet. Over.

- We have your cross mark on clear view monitor pilot.

- 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's certainly is Jimmy.

Over 4,000 fathoms. That's more than five miles down.

- Gee! | wonder what's happened to them.

(dooming suspenseful music)

- Still no luck on the phone John?

- Not a peep. The cable must have parted.

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

- Better keep transmitting.

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

Any ideas what happened?

- Oh, | 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. You 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?

- Anything yet Lieutenant?

- No, sir. They still keep transmitting.

We keep getting short bursts on the Aztec.

But nothing long enough to read a message from.

- 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 shot 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.

Jettison in shot then.

- ls she moving?

- Afraid not, ballast silo is empty now.

- Right. Then we can do without the main batteries too.

They weigh about a tonne.

- What about the searchlight?

- We'll keep on the reserve lighting battery.

We got to get off the bottom John.

- Fair enough. Dropping main batteries.

(sad discouraging music)

- Still no luck, eh?

- Can't tell whether that'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 Aztec signals.

(triumphant hopeful 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 ten thousand

pounds per square inch.

- Right, doc. Here we go.

Standby to dive.

(heroic triumphant music)

(engine roaring)

(water splashes)

Keep your on the depth gauge Dr. Beaker.

I'm not letting up.

And send a short message on the Aztec microphone.

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

(morse transmitter beeping)

- Just got an Aztec message, sir. | 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 sup--

Supercar or something diving to rescue.

Out.

| still don't understand it.

Supercar? What's that?

- How are we doing?

- We're at 8,000 feet. That's diving a ten feet per second.

That's dangerously fast.

- We're alright. | 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 its probably quite near to the bathyscaphe

itself | should say.

- Well, how do you know?

And that reminds me just before we took off

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

- | meant that it was likely

that the cable was not broken, but cut through.

Or if you like, bitten through.

- Hey!

- What?

- We reached the end of the cable.

It looks like a clean break though.

Hey! What?

Doc.

(suspenseful music)

(serene peaceful music)

- | don't get it. | just don't get it.

First we get phoney 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 3000 fathoms.

- [Captain] Great. They must be coming up.

- It's not the commander and Fraser, 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?

- Here it comes again.

Doc, it must weigh a couple of tonnes or more!

- Probably, very probably.

Charge Ultra Sonic Canon.

- There he is! You ready Doc?

- Quite ready. - Here he comes!

Steady.

Steady.

Fire!

(loud explosion)

Phew. Got it!

Wow! | hope there aren't many of his friends around.

(dooming music)

- 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 | can. It's gas from the batteries.

- We're overloading them that's why.

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

Standby.

(air whooshing)

- Don't waste any skipper, we need it all!

(water bubbles flowing)

- 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.

(dooming suspenseful music)

- Only faint signals now, sir.

| think their power is running out.

They may have jettisoned the main batteries.

(suspenseful eerie music)

(morse transmitter beeping)

- Depth, Dr. Beaker?

- Nearly 4,000 fathoms.

- And not a leak anywhere.

Isn't she a beauty Doc?

- Sh! | think I'm getting a signal.

(morse transmitter beeping)

- Yeah, you're right. They're still alive anyway.

- You really want me to keep on Phil?

My hands about dropping off and it's getting hotter in here!

- It's something to do.

- Well, not when they can't do anything about us anyway.

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

We could always play checkers.

- I'll level up a bit now. can you make any sense of it Doc?

- It stopped. All | have is O2, O02, O2.

- Pity we haven't got their code book.

We could find out what it means.

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

If | interpreted correctly, they are signalling

they are short of oxygen.

- Then we've got to find them fast, levelling off.

Let's take a look around.

(mysterious suspenseful music)

- No signal at all now Sir.

- [Captain] Keep listening Lieutenant.

They should have a couple of hours air left still.

- How far from the seabed are we?

- Well just a minute.

Yes, | make it about 100 feet.

- Then they must be somewhere near. I'll try clear view.

Hey, there she is.

Half throttle turning forward.

- How is the air now?

- Not good.

We only just have enough to reach the surface

even if we break free now.

- Well there's nothing else we can jettison

except the lighting battery.

- Thanks. But no, | 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 realise 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 manoeuvre

right into contact with the sphere.

We shall then be able to communicate with them.

- Sure. | just think they're about ready to give up.

And that goes for the people upstairs, too.

- Captain, no signals received for ten minutes

or more now, sir.

- [Captain] Very good Lieutenant. Keep watch.

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

- | suppose we're never gonna find the answer

to those impossible echoes now.

- John!

- What's up?

- Oh, nothing.

| must be getting spots before my eyes

and oxygen's getting a bit short, | expect.

- Why Phil?

- Why | thought | saw something, that's why.

Coming this way.

It looked big enough for a shark.

- Not of this depth though Sir. At least | doubt it.

(banging noise)

- What's that?

Can't be the batteries falling off the flight,

we still got light.

- Commander, are you still alive in there?

- Hi. Now wait a minute.

Huh? I'm beginning to have delusions too.

- Keith! Fraser. Can you hear us?

- John! John, there's something resting up against it.

- 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.

| tell you there's something there.

- Fraser! Keith! Answer if you hear us!

Are you sure we're right against the sphere?

They don't answer.

- We're in contact. | assure you.

- It's gonna be pretty tricky if they're unconscious

and they can't tell us what happened.

- Keith! Fraser!

- Aww 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.

- | 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 already.

- 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 Fraser here.

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

- What damage to your machine?

- The floats damaged.

And we think the sphere's jammed between rocks.

- Jammed! That's bad, but the floats 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 stone me, | 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 building music)

- Cutting drive now. You see anything?

- [Dr. Beaker] No, nothing yet.

- How bout 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.

(happy music building)

- | wonder what he meant, examine the float.

| 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 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 hold out of twelve? Can we do it?

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

lighting battery, yes, probably.

- Can you free us?

- [John] 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 are the expert.

Will the hull stand it?

| mean, pushing against the solid object at full throttle.

- Well, | should have to consider a calculator.

- Just guest Dr. Beaker. There isn't time for calculation.

- Uh, yes.

- That's good enough for me.

Quarter throttle.

- | 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.

- | guess not, they'd think we were nuts.

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

(loud explosion)

Full throttle.

- What are they using, a steam hammer?

(engine booming)

(bumping and clanging)

- That's it! She's shifting.

- Be cautious my dear fellow, the strain on the hull.

- Caution nothing!

We've got to get those two free.

- John, we're coming free!

- So is most of the equipment.

- Mike! You may damage the seals around the cockpit.

- She's nearly free! | 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.

(triumphant music)

¢ Supercar f

¢ Supercar f

¢ With beauty and grace 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

£ It's mercury manned and everyone cries

f It's the marvel of the age. J

¢ Supercar f

¢ Supercar f

¢ Supercar f

(explosions)