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SUPERCAR

High Tension


The Supercar Theme Song
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 heaven’s stormy rage.

It’s Mercury manned, and everyone cries:

‘It’s the marvel of the age!’

Supercar, Supercar, Supercar!

INSERT: TITLE “High Tension”
EXT: CARSON CITY STREET (DAY)
BEAKER:

Eh, well now, um, have we ordered everything, I wonder? Eh, transistors for the Professor, yes .... eh, breakfast cereal for Jimmy...eh, paint, PVC wire...eh, new suspenders for me and nuts... eh, assorted...for Mitch, yes. Most satisfactory. Eh, all we have to do now is to take the out of town coach and uh...


MASTERSPY DRIVES UP IN A TRUCK WITH A CAMPER SHELL, ACCOMPANIED BY ZARIN. MASTERSPY IS IN A DISGUISE CONSISTING OF A FALSE MUSTACHE, SUNGLASSES AND A DEERSTALKER. ZARIN IS NOT IN DISGUISE.
MASTERSPY:

Excuse me.


BEAKER:

Oh, eh, certainly. I mean, uh, uh, yes?


MASTERSPY:

My friend and I wish to reach Bonneville Flats for the speed trials. Would you perhaps put us on the right road?


BEAKER:
Eh ah, I beg your pardon, uh, Bonneville Flats, uh, they’re over there (he points) oh, about three hundred miles.
MASTERSPY:

I...I know that, but the the road, if you would be so very kind...


BEAKER:
Oh, the road! My dear fellow, why didn’t you say so in the first place? Eh, as a matter of fact, if you would be kind enough to give me a lift, I could, eh, eh, show you part of the way.
MASTERSPY (IN A LOW VOICE TO ZARIN):

This is going to be too easy, friend Zarin, heh heh. (ALOUD TO DR. BEAKER) That would indeed be helpful of you, sir.


BEAKER:

I was, uh, going by coach, but, ah, I shall be delighted to accompany you.


MASTERSPY (IN A COMMANDING VOICE):

Get in then! (HE REALIZES HIS MISTAKE) Ha ha, that is, if you would care to enter?


INT: TRUCK CAB (DAY) MASTERSPY IS DRIVING WITH DR. BEAKER AND ZARIN
MASTERSPY:

Too kind of you, Doctor Beaker.


BEAKER:

My dear fellow, eh, you know me?


MASTERSPY:

Oh ho, we know you, Doctor Beaker. But it seems you are too preoccupied to recognize us!


BEAKER:

Masterspy! Well, now who’s a fool?


MASTERSPY:

Who indeed? (HE LAUGHS)



INT: BLACK ROCK LAB (DAY) MIKE IS IN SUPERCAR AND PROFESSOR POPKISS IS NEARBY.

MIKE:


Professor?

POPKISS:


Yes, Mike.
MIKE:

I don’t know what Doctor Beaker was doing with these circuits this morning, but he sure made a mess of ‘em.


POPKISS:

Vot do you mean?


MIKE:

There’s all sorts of wires hanging around the dashboard. I can’t see what they’re for. Some of them aren’t even properly soldered...


MIKE TOUCHES A WIRE AND GETS A SHOCK AND A LOT OF SMOKE.
MIKE:

WOW!!
POPKISS:

Vell, if I were you Mike, I would leave the whole thing alone until Doctor Beaker comes back from Carson City. He shouldn’t be long now.
MIKE:

You could be right. When the Doc gets his hands on anything it’s better to leave it alone.


JIMMY ENTERS. HE POINTS TO A LARGE POWER SWITCH WITH TAPE OVER IT. ABOVE IS A HAND-WRITTEN SIGN THAT SAYS, “CAUTION, EXPERIMENTAL, DON’T TOUCH”
JIMMY:

Hey, Professor, what’s this switch doing here? I never saw it before.


POPKISS:

Don’t touch it, Jimmy! I don’t know what it does!


MIKE:

All I know is, I don’t want any part of it until the maestro comes back. Uh, by the way, isn’t he a bit overdue?


INT: TRUCK CAB (DAY) MASTERSPY IS DRIVING WITH DR. BEAKER AND ZARIN
BEAKER:

Eh, eh, you’ll excuse my asking, uh, uh...you’re not going to Bonneville Flats, are you?


MASTERSPY:

Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh. No, Doctor Beaker, since you asked, we are not. We are going to a place called Green Ghost Wells, of which I doubt you have ever heard.


BEAKER:

Green Ghost Wells? Of course! A fascinating geological formation. Most fascinating.


ZARIN:
What is this Green Ghost Wells, Masterspy? Eh, you did not speak of it before and I...I do not like the sound of it.
MASTERSPY:

Not IT, friend Zarin, THEM. A group of craters in the desert, about fifty miles from here.


BEAKER:

Yes, ah, probably meteoric in origin, you know.


MASTERSPY:

Doctor Beaker, we are not here for you to give us a lecture.


BEAKER:

Oh, eh, then, um eh, do forgive me, eh, eh, but just what ARE we here for?


MASTERSPY:

To make an exchange, Doctor Beaker. Supercar for yourself, safe and sound. Otherwise I fear...

(HE LAUGHS)
ZARIN:

But are you sure the plan...will work this time, Masterspy?


MASTERSPY:

This time it will! Now return your eyes to the road, idiot, and look out for a telephone booth. I have, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, a call to make.


INT: BLACK ROCK LAB (DAY)
MIKE:

Let’s leave it at that for the moment, Professor. I’ll take the jeep down to the highway and see if I can pick Beaker up.


THE PHONE IN THE CONTROL ROOM RINGS
JIMMY:

That could be Doctor Beaker now. Maybe he missed the bus out of from Carson City.


POPKISS:

I’ll go and see.


PROFESSOR POPKISS GOES TO ANSWER THE TELEPHONE
MIKE:

Well, I hope he’s here soon. I’d like to know what all this new wiring in the cockpit is for.


JIMMY:

Yeah, and that switch on the wall over there.


INT: CONTROL ROOM (DAY). PROFESSOR POPKISS ANSWERS THE TELEPHONE
POPKISS:

Uh, zis is Professor Popkiss here. Who is zat calling?


INT: PHONE BOOTH (DAY). DOCTOR BEAKER AND MASTERSPY ARE INSIDE.
MASTERSPY:

You do not remember my voice, Professor? I confess I am hurt...No, not physically you fool! It is I, Masterspy.


INT: CONTROL ROOM (DAY). PROFESSOR POPKISS IS ON THE TELEPHONE
POPKISS:

WHAT? What’s zat you’re saying?


INT: PHONE BOOTH (DAY). DOCTOR BEAKER AND MASTERSPY ARE INSIDE.
MASTERSPY:

It’s very simple, Professor. I have Doctor Beaker, you have Supercar. We will have a fair exchange, that is, if, uh, you do not want something, ha ha ha ha ha, unpleasant, to happen to the dear Doctor. But wait, I will allow him to speak to you.


INT: CONTROL ROOM (DAY). PROFESSOR POPKISS IS ON THE TELEPHONE
POPKISS:

Hello. Beaker, Beaker, is zat you?


INT: PHONE BOOTH (DAY). DOCTOR BEAKER AND MASTERSPY ARE INSIDE.
BEAKER:

Yes, eh eh, I regret to say that it is quite true. We are going to a small journey to, um eh, let me see, oh yes, Green Ghost Wells.


MASTERSPY:

That will be enough, Doctor Beaker. I wish only to establish that you are with me, or I could, uh, make no bargain.


INT: CONTROL ROOM (DAY). PROFESSOR POPKISS IS ON THE TELEPHONE
POPKISS:

Vell, there seems to be very little I can do. Very well.


MASTERSPY (ON THE PHONE):

Very good, I’m glad to see you are so sensible. Now I want you to play close attention to my instructions.


INT: LAB (DAY)
MIKE:

Where’s this place you said? Green Ghost Wells? Sound mighty peculiar to me.


POPKISS:

It’s a series of deep pits or craters in ze desert, about seventy miles from here. Zey were probably caused by meteors or volcanic activity.


MIKE:

I got them! Green Ghost Wells. Sounds like an old prospector’s claim. Is there any water in ‘em?


POPKISS:

Why, I don’t think so. Just craters, I believe.


MIKE:

I wonder why he wouldn’t say which one. Anyway, let’s not waste time. Four-Thirty he said, and it’s nearly Three now. Let’s set her up for take off.


JIMMY:

What are you gonna do, Mike?


MIKE:

Well, I’m not gonna stand around talking. And, Professor, get the police on the phone. If they’ve got Beaker it’s no joke.


POPKISS:

The police? But, Mike, you can’t do zat.


INT: TRUCK CAB (DAY) ZARIN IS DRIVING WITH DR. BEAKER AND MASTERSPY
MASTERSPY:

You see that I have been too clever for them this time, friend Zarin.


ZARIN:

I don’t see, Masterspy, but what is to stop them coming after us with the police?


MASTERSPY:

Because, my imbecile friend, they don’t know where we are.


BEAKER:

But, eh eh eh, but excuse me, eh, for interrupting you, but is, is that strictly so? Ah, I thought we were going to Green Ghost Wells.


MASTERSPY:

Green Ghost Wells, Green Ghost Wells. Do you suppose that I am as thick-headed as Zarin here? These are pits in the ground, my friend, deep holes. And there are many of them.


BEAKER:

I’m afraid, my dear fellow, that I, that I still don’t follow you.


MASTERSPY:

How do you think they are to know which one we are going to, hmm? I did not tell them. I said only that they would see a signal from the air. And that if they did not land immediately with Supercar and WITH NOTHING ELSE ha ha ha ha ha, well, let us not think about that, eh?


INT: LAB (DAY)
POPKISS:

So you see, Mike, you cannot lead the police to Beaker because you won’t know in vich pit exactly Masterschpy is hidden until his signal from ve air. I do not think that he will be visible from ze ground, and it vill take several hours to search for ze right pit.


MIKE:

And we only have an hour and a half. You’re right, Professor.


JIMMY:
Gee Mike, does this mean we’re gonna have to give him Supercar, to save Doctor Beaker?
MIKE:

I’m afraid it’s beginning to look that way, Jimmy.


JIMMY:

Isn’t there anything we can do to stop him?


INT: TRUCK CAB (DAY) ZARIN IS DRIVING WITH DR. BEAKER AND MASTERSPY
MASTERSPY:

You see, there is nothing for them to do but obey my instructions. No police, nothing.

.........You can turn off the road here, Zarin my friend. (Zarin does a poor turn) Be careful, friend Zarin, there is a long way to go yet, and, ha ha, I would not like to *damage* Doctor Beaker.

That would be, ha ha ha ha, ah, too dishonest.


INT: LAB (DAY) MIKE IS IN SUPERCAR
POPKISS (OVER RADIO):

Console to pilot.


MIKE:

I’m here Professor, but I still hate to give up.


POPKISS (OVER RADIO):
So do I, Mike, but we haven’t got much time.
MIKE:

You know, to think I gotta fly Supercar straight out and hand it over nicely to Masterspy. Well, I don’t like the idea much.


POPKISS:
If you hate ze idea so much, Mike, we could always fly her out on a......
JIMMY:

Hey yes!
MIKE:

On remote, yeah! Maybe you got something there, Professor. This needs some careful thinking.
POPKISS:

I don’t see how it’ll help us, Mike. Ve could fly Supercar out on remote control, but vat zen?


MIKE:

Now hold on, hold on a minute, Professor! I’m cooking up something. Maybe we don’t fly her ALL the way out on remote, just the last half mile or so.


POPKISS:
You mean ve should put you down somewhere away from ze craters, and let you walk ze rest of the vay?
MIKE:

That’s right, Professor. Set me down, take Supercar off again, controlling her from here. That’ll keep Masterspy’s attention fixed. And I’ll sneak up and get to Beaker. If I can get to him first, you can take off again before Masterspy gets anywhere near.


JIMMY:

That’s a good idea, Professor. Masterspy’s sure to be watching Supercar coming in to land. And

HE’LL think Mike’s in it.
POPKISS:

Hmmm, I see your plan, but, eh, how will you tell vhich crater it is he’s got Doctor Beaker in?


MIKE:

That’s the point, Professor, but let’s see when we get there, huh? Right now let’s get into the air fast! If the Doc’s electric circuits will let us.


POPKISS:

All right Mike. Ready to charge port engine.


INT: GREEN GHOST WELLS CRATER (DAY) NOTE: WHENEVER PEOPLE SPEAK IN THE CRATER, THERE IS A SLIGHT ECHO.
BEAKER:

If you mean to, um, ehh, um, catch the sun’s rays with that mirror, my dear fellow, eh you got it pointing the wrong way. The sun is over there. (HE POINTS)


INSERT: SUN OVER MOUNTAINS
MASTERSPY:

Ah, thank you, Doctor Beaker. Your help is invaluable. Though, ah, to assist in our illicit enterprise, ha ha ha, perhaps lacks a certain loyalty? (HE LAUGHS)


INT: LAB (DAY) MIKE IS PREPARING FOR TAKEOFF
MIKE (OVER RADIO):

Port engine charging, coming up nicely. Five thousand.....eleven thousand.....thirteen thousand

......fifteen thousand steady.
POPKISS:

Interlock on.


MIKE:

Charging starboard.


INSERT: HAND FLIPPING STARBOARD SWITCH TO “CHARGE”
MIKE:

Five.....seven.....nine....


INSERT: RPM GAUGE AT 10,000 RPM
MIKE:

Eleven.....thirteen....fifteen thousand steady.


INSERT: RPM GAUGE AT 15,000 RPM
POPKISS:

Interlock off.


MIKE:

FIRE ONE!


INSERT: HAND FLIPPING PORT SWITCH TO “FIRE”
INSERT: PORT ENGINE FIRING
MIKE:

FIRE TWO!


INSERT: HAND FLIPPING STARBOARD SWITCH TO “FIRE”
INSERT: STARBOARD ENGINE FIRING
POPKISS:

Ready to go vhen you are, Mike.


MIKE:

Here goes then, full boost.


JIMMY (OVER RADIO):

Good luck, Mike.


MIKE:

Thanks, Jimmy. Just as long as I keep my fingers away from Doctor Beaker’s loose wires I’ll be all right.


POPKISS:

Right, roof doors opening


INSERT: ROOF DOORS OPENING
INSERT: SUPERCAR TAKING OFF
INSERT: SUPERCAR FLYING
INT: CONTROL ROOM (DAY)
POPKISS:
Console to pilot, console to pilot.
EXT: SKY (DAY) SUPERCAR IS FLYING
NOTE: DURING THE RADIO CONVERSATION WE SWITCH TO THE LOCATION OF WHOEVER IS SPEAKING
MIKE:

Hello, console. I’m now at five thousand feet, heading two-seven-five magnetic, speed two-thirty knots. Visibility clear all round.


INT: CONTROL ROOM (DAY)
JIMMY:

Ask him what his plan is, Professor. How’s he gonna find Masterspy without being spotted?


POPKISS (INTO MICROPHONE):

Mike, you hav just twenty-five minutes left. How are you going to identify the crater?


MIKE:

With ClearVu. I’ll climb high up so that Masterspy can’t spot me, and use the telescopic lens.


POPKISS:

But Mike, the air is absolutely schtill out there. He’ll hear you.


MIKE:

Oh no he won’t, because I’m gonna climb to thirty-thousand now and come in over the craters in a glide. I’ll maintain as much altitude as I can while I pinpoint him, and then glide right down to a landing. He won’t even know I’m there, unless I’m very unlucky.


INT: CONTROL ROOM (DAY)
JIMMY:

Gee, Professor, do you think it’ll work?


POPKISS:

I don’t know, Jimmy, but it sounds possible. The only trouble is that Supercar doesn’t handle very well with ve motors off. (OVER THE RADIO) Hello, Mike, do you think you can control her in a glide?


MIKE:

Sure. Don’t worry. Climbing now.


INSERT: SUPERCAR CLIMBING
INT: GREEN GHOST WELLS CRATER (DAY) NOTE: WHENEVER PEOPLE SPEAK IN THE CRATER, THERE IS A SLIGHT ECHO.
MASTERSPY:

Do you hear anything, friend Zarin?


INSERT: SUPERCAR CLIMBING
ZARIN:

No, Masterspy. Indeed, everything here seems....very quiet. I....I do not like it.


MASTERSPY:

So, because it is called Green Ghost Wells you expect a green ghost to appear? (HE LAUGHS)


ZARIN:
(LAUGHS NERVOUSLY) Heh, not ex...exactly, Masterspy, but....
MASTERSPY:

But nothing, you fool. What we expect is red and no ghost either. I tell you that within fifteen minutes Mister Mercury will arrive with Supercar....


INSERT: DOCTOR BEAKER’S REACTION
MASTERSPY:

OUR Supercar.


EXT: SKY (DAY) SUPERCAR IS CLIMBING
NOTE: DURING THE RADIO CONVERSATION WE SWITCH TO THE LOCATION OF WHOEVER IS SPEAKING
MIKE:

Altitude twenty-seven thousand feet.


INSERT: RADIO ALTIMETER AT 27,000 FEET
MIKE:

I better be careful, I don’t want to leave a vapor trail.


INSERT: RADIO ALTIMETER AT 30,000 FEET
MIKE:

Thirty thousand.....leveling off....cutting throttle.


INSERT: HAND MOVING THE TWO CENTER LEVERS DOWN
SUPERCAR’S ENGINES SPIN DOWN
INT: CONTROL ROOM (DAY)
MIKE (OVER RADIO):

Calling console.


POPKISS:
Vot is it Mike?
MIKE:
You were right, Professor, this is going to be rougher than I thought. I’m getting hardly any lift from these stub wings.
INSERT: SUPERCAR FLYING VERY ROUGHLY
MIKE:

I’ll have to take her in a series of wide circles, Professor. It’s the only way I can maintain enough speed to stop her stalling. It’ll harder using ClearVu, though.


INT: CONTROL ROOM (DAY)
JIMMY:

What’s the trouble, Professor?


POPKISS:

Well, you see, Jimmy, Supercar was never designed to fly without power on. With such tiny wings, she needs plenty of forward speed to keep her up in ze air. Or else she needs to use ze lifting jets.


JIMMY:
Mike can’t use those, or Masterspy might hear her.
POPKISS:

Zat’s right, Jimmy, but I’m sure Mike can handle it.


MIKE (OVER RADIO):

Watch your screen. Switching ClearVu on now...


INSERT: CLEARVU
MIKE (OVER RADIO):

Long focus lens.


JIMMY:
Professor! I saw something flash!
MIKE:

There they are. I’ve got ‘em now.


INSERT: CLEARVU
MIKE:

I’ve marked them. Now I’m taking her down.


INSERT: SUPERCAR DIVING
INT: GREEN GHOST WELLS CRATER (DAY) NOTE: WHENEVER PEOPLE SPEAK IN THE CRATER, THERE IS A SLIGHT ECHO.
MASTERSPY:

Another ten minutes, I should think, before friend Mercury brings me my prize. Would you say, Doctor Beaker, that I have, uh, the right angle now?


BEAKER:

Um, yes, eh. About there, I should say, yes. Let me see, allowing for a three degree change in the sun’s azimuth over the next quarter of an hour, or so.


MASTERSPY:

You are so clever, Doctor Beaker.


EXT: SKY (DAY) SUPERCAR IS DIVING
NOTE: DURING THE RADIO CONVERSATION WE SWITCH TO THE LOCATION OF WHOEVER IS SPEAKING
MIKE:

It’s going to be tricky landing, and I’m coming down fast.....


INSERT: RADIO ALTIMETER AT 9000 FEET
MIKE:

It’s rocky down below, Professor.... Don’t think I’d dare skate her in on her belly, so I’ll have to switch on vertical drive to land.


POPKISS:

But Mike, as soon as you svitch on, Masterspy vill hear you.


MIKE:

That’s right, Professor, you’ll have to take off fast the moment I get clear. (OVER RADIO) I’ll have to move like lightning to beat you to the crater.


INSERT: RADIO ALTIMETER AT 2000 FEET
INSERT: SUPERCAR FLYING VERY LOW
MIKE:

Calling console. Coming in fast about five miles from the crater, if I’ve still got the right one.

(OVER RADIO) Can’t see a sign of ‘em from ground level. Masterspy was being real clever when he thought this one up. But he’s been a bit TOO clever. He can’t be seen from ground level, but he can’t see me.
POPKISS:
Be careful, Mike, if you should hit ze ground at zat speed.
MIKE:

I know, Professor, I’ve already thought of that....


INSERT: VARIOUS SHOTS OF SUPERCAR FLYING VERY LOW
MIKE:

About a mile and a half to go, I’ll have to cut in motors to brake her now, Professor......FIRE BOTH!


INSERT: HAND FLIPPING “REVERSE THRUST” SWITCH
INSERT: RETROS FIRING
MIKE (OVER RADIO):

This is really rough. I’ll be surprised if Masterspy can’t hear this.


INT: GREEN GHOST WELLS CRATER (DAY) NOTE: WHENEVER PEOPLE SPEAK IN THE CRATER, THERE IS A SLIGHT ECHO.
MASTERSPY:

Ah, ha ha ha...Right on time. You hear that, Doctor Beaker? Your friend is in the sky above us,

coming in to land.
EXT: DESERT (DAY) SUPERCAR HAS LANDED
MIKE:
Phase one of the operation is completed, Professor. ClearVu on...Setting controls for remote handling. I’ll take the emergency intercom set with me. She’s all yours, Professor.
INT: CONTROL ROOM (DAY)
POPKISS:
Right, Mike. And don’t do anything foolish, now.
EXT: DESERT (DAY)
MIKE:

Don’t worry. You fly Supercar. I’ll go get Beaker.


INT: GREEN GHOST WELLS CRATER (DAY) NOTE: WHENEVER PEOPLE SPEAK IN THE CRATER, THERE IS A SLIGHT ECHO.
MASTERSPY:

It seems friend Mercury is not as good at observation as I had thought. I cannot see him and the sound of his motors has faded too. Can the fool not find us?


EXT: DESERT (DAY)
MIKE:
Hello console, do you read me, do you read me?
INT: CONTROL ROOM (DAY)
POPKISS:

Reading, strength five. Are you clear of takeoff zone, Mike?


MIKE (OVER RADIO):

I’m clear, Professor. You get her in the air, I’m going after Beaker.


MIKE LEAVES
POPKISS:

All set, I think, Jimmy. Let us hope that I’m as good a pilot as Mike.


INSERT: SUPERCAR ONE THE GROUND
INT: GREEN GHOST WELLS CRATER (DAY) NOTE: WHENEVER PEOPLE SPEAK IN THE CRATER, THERE IS A SLIGHT ECHO.
MASTERSPY:

Ah hah, the engines are louder. I think he is coming this way.


MIKE (INTO INTERCOM SET):

Come on, Professor, I’m half way there.


INSERT: SUPERCAR TAKING OFF
MIKE:

That’s it, Professor. Beautiful. You’re doing fine.


INSERT: SUPERCAR FLYING BY HERSELF
INT: GREEN GHOST WELLS CRATER (DAY) NOTE: WHENEVER PEOPLE SPEAK IN THE CRATER, THERE IS A SLIGHT ECHO.
MASTERSPY:

There it is, Doctor Beaker, do you see it? Supercar? Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh.


BEAKER:

My dear fellow, I...I do believe you’re right.


MASTERSPY:

And they have seen us. The machine has turned this way.


INSERT: SUPERCAR FLYING OVERHEAD
MASTERSPY:

Well done, Mister Mercury. If you’d kindly put it down on our doorstep, up there at the edge of the crater....Come friend Zarin, and YOU Doctor, you stay where you are.


INSERT: SUPERCAR TOUCHING
EXT: EDGE OF GREEN GHOST WELLS CRATER (DAY) A SLOW PAN FROM LEFT TO RIGHT SHOWS MASTERSPY, ZARIN AND FINALLY MIKE.
MIKE (INTO INTERCOM SET):

OK, Professor, they’re here. If you come in to land on a slight angle, they’ll see the cockpit’s empty and maybe leave Beaker.


INT: CONTROL ROOM (DAY)
POPKISS:

Right you are, Mike. Ze rest is up to you.


INSERT: SUPERCAR LANDING
EXT: EDGE OF GREEN GHOST WELLS CRATER (DAY)
ZARIN:

Emmm, Masterspy, there is...no pilot!


MASTERSPY:
No pilot? What do you mean, fool?
ZARIN:
See for yourself. What does it mean?
MASTERSPY:
I will tell you, my idiot friend. We know already the machine can be flown without a pilot. This means that the cowardly Mister Mercury dare not meet us face to face, because he knows that this time WE have won.
INT: GREEN GHOST WELLS CRATER (DAY) NOTE: WHENEVER PEOPLE SPEAK IN THE CRATER, THERE IS A SLIGHT ECHO.
BEAKER:

No pilot? Extrodinary, most extrodinary.


EXT: EDGE OF GREEN GHOST WELLS CRATER (DAY)
ZARIN:

I do not like it, Masterspy, it is a trick! Supercar flying by itself, it is unnatural.


MASTERSPY:

Fool! You suppose, perhaps, that your green GHOST is responsible? Bah, they have flown it from their laboratory.


INT: GREEN GHOST WELLS CRATER (DAY) NOTE: WHENEVER PEOPLE SPEAK IN THE CRATER, THERE IS A SLIGHT ECHO.
BEAKER:

No pilot? What can they have in mind?


MIKE SNEAKS UP TO THE DOCTOR
MIKE (SOFTLY):
Don’t yell out, Doc, but the pilot’s right here.
BEAKER (SOFTLY):

Curious, most curious.


MIKE (SOFTLY, OVER RADIO):

Professor, Beaker’s OK , he’s here with me. Take off fast, we’ve got them fooled.


BEAKER (SOFTLY):
Wait a minute, my dear fellow.
MIKE (SOFTLY, OVER RADIO):

Hold it, Beaker’s got something.


BEAKER (SOFTLY):

Eh, eh, this would appear, eh, to be an excellent opportunity, eh, to test the new equipment I was installing.


MIKE (SOFTLY):

You mean all those loose wires?


BEAKER (SOFTLY):

I do indeed. Em, eh, only request them, eh, to depress the switch on the wall, would you?


INT: CONTROL ROOM (DAY)
MIKE (OVER RADIO):

Don’t ask me why, but Doc says to throw that taped-up wall switch.


JIMMY:
I’ll do it, Professor.
INT: GREEN GHOST WELLS CRATER (DAY) NOTE: WHENEVER PEOPLE SPEAK IN THE CRATER, THERE IS A SLIGHT ECHO.
MIKE (SOFTLY):

What’s it all about, Doc?


BEAKER :

Oh, ah, something I had designed to scare away inquisitive creatures. I feel that, um, um, Masterspy is about to fall into the, eh, um, eh, inquisitive category. So perhaps we might climb up, and observe.


EXT: EDGE OF GREEN GHOST WELLS CRATER (DAY)
MASTERSPY:

Ah, hah, warming sight, is it not, friend Zarin? Our very own Supercar!


INT: LAB (DAY) JIMMY IS BY THE SWITCH
JIMMY:

Here goes, Professor.


INSERT: HAND PULLING SWITCH UP
EXT: EDGE OF GREEN GHOST WELLS CRATER (DAY)
ZARIN:

I still don’t like it, Masterspy. Eh, somehow I...I feel there something is wrong.


MASTERSPY:
Imbecile! How can you possibly.....
MASTERSPY TOUCHES SUPERCAR. SUDDENLY HE IS JERKING LIKE A PUPPET ON A STRING
MASTERSPY:

Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh. Oh oh oh oh oh


ZARIN TOUCHES MASTERSPY TO HELP. SUDDENLY HE IS JERKING LIKE A PUPPET ON A STRING
BEAKER:
Well I never, instant dancing.
MIKE:
They make a pretty good team, huh? They should be on Broadway.
INSERT: MASTERSPY AND ZARIN DOING THEIR “DANCING.”
INT: LAB (DAY) MIKE AND DOCTOR BEAKER ARE THERE WITH SUPERCAR. DOCTOR BEAKER IS SITTING ON THE HULL READING A BOOK.
BEAKER:

Eh, of course, it really was my intention to use the charge to work against, eh, um, eh, wild animals.


MIKE:
Never mind, Doc. It worked pretty well on Masterspy and Zarin.
BEAKER:

That is essentially true.


MIKE:

The only thing is, with all your secrecy about that gizmo, someone could’ve thrown that switch when I was climbing out of the cockpit, couldn’t they? And I’d’ve been hopping mad, in every sense of the word.


BEAKER:

My, my dear fellow, there’s there’s no cause for anxiety. It, ah, it says here that the charge of less than a hundred and fifty volts, ah, with minimum current of course...it would be most dangerous to try the mains plug....is a positive tonic to the system.


MIKE:

It is, huh, well have this one on me.


MIKE PUSHES THE SWITCH UP. SUDDENLY DOCTOR BEAKER IS JERKING LIKE A PUPPET ON A STRING
BEAKER:

Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh. Oh oh oh oh oh ha ha ha ha


MIKE (TO AUDIENCE):

Me, I’d rather stay home and watch television. The programs aren’t so shocking.


FADE OUT
END MUSIC AND CREDITS


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