Transcript for the Jonny Quest 1964 series episode Pirates from Below.
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: [clamoring]
: [dramatic music]
: [screeching]
: [snarling]
: [screeching]
: [gunshots]
: boom boom crash
: [gunshots]
: [gunshots]
: crash
: [music continues]
: [growling]
: [beeping]
: boom
: [music continues]
: [aircraft droning]
: [instrumental music]
male narrator: "Jonny Quest"
: brought to you by..
: [instrumental music]
: [water bubbling]
: [ominous music]
: Fuel pressure normal.
: Temperature 79.6.
Race: Report hull pressure, please, doctor.
Dr. Quest: Hull pressure remaining constant at 1000 per sector, Race.
: Let me talk to him, Race.
: Hey, dad, any deep-sea monsters to report?
: I sure have, Jonny. He'd make your hair stand right up on end.
: What's he like?
: Well, let's see.
: He's like a dragon from his neck to his tail.
: He's got a long muzzle, very much like a horse's.
: What about his teeth, sir?
: How big are they?
Dr. Quest: I can't tell, Hadji.
: His mouth's closed.
Hadji: How big is this monster?
: Oh, about six inches from head to tail.
: Six inches?
: About.
: Ask your father the scientific name of the, uh, monster, Jonny.
: Hey, dad, what's the scientific name for it?
: Alpha branchiae.
: Huh? Alpha branchiae?
: What's that?
: [laughing]
: What's so funny, Race?
: Nothing, but that six-inch monster is nothing more than a common seahorse.
: A seahorse?
: Seahorse?
: Seahorse about this big.
: Alpha branchiae.
: His name is bigger than he is.
: Uh-oh.
: Trouble, doctor?
: I've got a squid stuck all over my view screen.
: How do you tell a squid to get lost?
: I can't navigate with him there.
: Now would be a good time to test the remote-control arms, doctor.
: Good idea, Race.
: If they can pull this thing off they'll be able to do anything.
: [machine whirring]
: They handle perfectly, the control is so sensitive I bet I could even tie my shoelaces with 'em.
: Well, I'm finished here.
: Test-run 14 a success.
: I'm bringing her up.
: [instrumental music]
: [intense music]
: Good, they have finished their test and appear to be returning to base.
: Turn to Control Center One's frequency.
: Yes, sir.
: [static]
male #1: Have your report on the Quest operation.
: Svedri here, sir.
: We have observed the underwater probe.
: In action.
: Well?
: All phases of the operation appear successful.
: Good.
: You know what to do then.
: Yes, sir.
: Excellent.
: I hold you responsible for seeing to it that the take over attracts no attention.
: That is all.
: [barking]
: Here comes dad!
: [engine revving]
: How'd it go, doctor?
: A-okay.
: I think a few more test-runs and adjustments, we'll have it licked.
: Oh, Race, when you get a chance would you check the emergency ejector system?
: There's something wrong with the hydraulic circuits.
: Will do, sir.
: Good.
: I have an appointment on the mainland.
: Anybody care to join me?
: [barking]
Dr. Quest: I'm sorry, Bandit, you can't go this time.
: What's up, dad?
: A meeting.
: With the scientific delegation from Calcutta.
: I'll take a rain check.
: I thought you would, Jonny.
: I would like to go.
: Fine.
: Meet me at the pier in a half hour.
: How come you're going, Hadj?
: It has been a long time since I spoke with anyone from my own land.
: And maybe someone in the delegation would teach me another ancient trick of the orient. Like this.
: Sim, sim, salabeem!
: Oh, no, not the levitation trick again.
: Hey, Hadji, that's enough!
: Let me down!
Hadji: Would you like to come down slow or fast?
Jonny: Oh, slow, please. Real slow.
: Sim, sim, salabeem!
: Boy, how come an 11-year-old knows so many tricks?
: I don't know.
: Just smart, I guess.
: [laughing]
: Anything you need from town, Race?
: Can't think of a thing, doctor.
: See you later.
: So long.
: Have a good trip!
: [barking]
: [engine revving]
: Hang on, Hadji, I'm going to open her up.
: [engine revving]
: Ya-hoo!
: Mainland next stop.
: Uh-oh, I had something to tell Jonny.
: Uh, you two still have your portable communicators?
: Yes, sir. Here's mine.
: Fine.
: Hydrofoil to Jonny, come in please. Over.
: That hydrofoil really moves.
: tring tring Jonny here. Over to you, Hadj.
Dr. Quest: It's not Hadji, son.
: I forgot to remind you.
: You've got some homework to do, haven't you?
: Yes, sir.
: Make sure you do it.
: Yes, sir.
: Good boy.
Dr. Quest: This is hydrofoil.
: Over and out.
: You know what the trouble with the world is, Race?
: No. Suppose you tell me.
: It's gotten too scientific.
: [Race laughs]
: I know just how you feel.
: Tell you what, first you can help me with the emergency ejector system and then do your homework.
: How'd that be?
: Oh, just darn near perfect.
: [barking]
: [chuckles]
: Bandit thinks so, too.
: [intense music]
: Good. They are in position.
: Are you in contact with Control One?
: Yes, sir.
: Control One, Svedri here.
: Report.
: Preparing to move in on objective.
male #1: Excellent. Discontinue radio communication.
: Contact control when mission is accomplished.
: Yes, sir.
: Start the engine.
: Slow ahead.
Svedri: Good.
: No guards have been posted.
: We will move in now. Surface.
: [music continues]
: How's it coming, Race?
: Well, let's give it a try.
: Now turn the dial real slow.
: Right.
: beep beep beep It's a lot smoother sounding.
: Yeah, but not smooth enough, needs more adjustments.
Race: Let's see now.
: The lever bolt's connected to the toggle bolt.
: The toggle bolt's connected to the cotter bolt.
: The cotter bolt's connected to the elbow bolts.
: And what about the anchor bolt?
: Looks like you missed that one.
: [Race and Jonny laughing]
: [groans]
: Race, what happened?
Svedri: Down the ladder, quickly!
: [barks]
Svedri: Shoot the dog, too!
: No! Uh, Bandit, Race?
: They will be none the worse in a few moments.
: We have only put them to sleep.
: Vanya, tie the one he calls Race to the seat of the master controls.
: Alright, goons, what's on your minds?
: You'll find out soon enough.
: Start the prober.
: Negative, chum, if you think I'm letting you walk off with five years' research, think again.
: You laugh at bullets, American?
Race: Not at bullets, at you.
: Who's gonna operate the prober if you shoot me?
Svedri: Who mentioned shooting you?
: But your young friend here, that is a different matter.
: Now would you reconsider your decision?
: Don't give into him, Race.
Race: I have to, Jonny.
: Your dad expects me to take care of you.
: Can't let him down, can we?
Jonny: I guess not.
: Alright, where to?
: Submerge. You will receive further instructions then.
: Cheer up, Jonny, this is just the first inning.
: This ball game's got a long way to go.
: [engine revving]
: Almost home, Hadji.
: Yes, but look!
: What is it, Hadji?
Hadji: The underwater prober is gone!
Dr. Quest: Maybe Race is giving it a test-run.
: Not a sign of it, sir.
: So I see.
: But why would Race take the prober down below?
: It doesn't make sense.
: I don't like the looks of this, Hadji.
: That's right, admiral.
: No sign of Bannon or my son, Jonny.
: And as for the underwater prober it's disappeared completely.
: Thank you, sir, we appreciate your cooperation.
: Dr. Quest, maybe I can contact Jonny and Race.
: I still have my portable communicator.
: Good thinking, Hadji, it's surely worth a try.
: Hadji to Jonny on scrambler circuit number one.
: Come in, Jonny. Come in.
: Any picture yet?
: Not yet, sir.
: Come in, Jonny Quest, come in.
: Hadji speaking.
: beep beep beep
Hadji: Come in, Jonny Quest.
: Come in, Jonny Quest.
Jonny: I'm here, Hadji. Keep it down.
: Race and I are prisoners.
: Repeat.
: Race and I are prisoners.
: May I have that, Hadji?
: Jonny, it's dad.
: Are you alright?
: Sure, dad, but like I said--
: I know.
: Son, are you close enough to the control panel to see your course?
: Hold on.
Dr. Quest: It's above the view window.
: Oh, yeah, here as I can make it out at..
: It's 3-2-5 degrees.
: Does that make sense?
Dr. Quest: One-hundred percent sense, Jonny.
: With the lab at point zero that would give the underwater prober a direction of south-southeast.
: Alright, son, now sneak a look at the panel just to the right and give me the bearing number.
: Roger.
: Bearing 1-1-7.
: Good.
: Leave your communicator open.
: We'll try to maintain contact.
: Right, dad.
: 1-1-7. They're right about here.
: They have a head start, Hadji, but we can catch up.
: I hope so. But who could've taken the prober?
: The only way we'll find out is to track them down. Come on.
: All secure, Hadji?
: Yes, sir.
: [engine revving]
: beep beep What is that?
: Oh, that?
: That's the oven timer.
: The cake's all baked.
: He thinks to make fools of us, colonel.
: Negative again, bub.
: Nature beat me to it.
Race: That's our sonar scope, means we're in range of something other than fish or whales.
: Exactly, American.
: We approach our base.
: Svedri to commander, come in, sir.
male #2: Give your position, colonel.
Svedri: We are within sonar range.
: Mission accomplished.
: Excellent. Proceed to base.
: Yes, sir.
: Keep on course, within the hour we shall have finished our journey.
: [water splashing]
: Still in contact with them, Hadji?
: Yes, sir.
: The course is still 1-1-7.
: You jokers still wanna keep going or doesn't that net up ahead bother you?
Svedri: Continue on. We are expected.
: It will be raised.
: [intense music]
: Where to from here?
: Straight ahead.
: No street lights?
: It will get lighter.
Svedri: We are entering the outer cave now.
: Stop as soon as we clear the water.
: What? No reception committee?
: Oh, my gosh!
Race: It's like a gigantic submarine pen, Jonny.
: But where, Race, where are we?
: Quiet.
: The commander is waiting. Move!
Jonny: Wow, this is the most modern hovercraft I've ever seen!
Race: You're right, gotta hand 'em that.
: [engine revving]
: What are we gonna do, Race?
: We're up against some big-time heavies, Jonny.
: All we can hope for is a lucky break.
: This might be it. Look up ahead!
Race: That water pipe, you think you can grab it?
Jonny: It's worth a try.
: Get ready, go!
: See you later.
: Hey, you goons, boy overboard.
: Vanya, reverse the craft quickly.
: Hiya, fellas, going my way?
Svedri: There he is. Take him!
: Okay, everybody enter the pool.
: [Svedri screaming]
: [water splashing]
: Jump, Jonny!
: [barking]
: Good boy, Bandit. Keep 'em off.
: [barking]
: Okay, Bandit.
: Come on, boy!
: Hang on!
: Well, that was slick.
: Good work, Race.
: You mean, good team work.
: Right, Bandit?
: What now, back to the prober?
: No, we've got to get out and get help.
: But first we've got to get past the guards. Everybody down.
: Maybe they'll think this is just a runaway hovercraft.
: vroom Bandit, down, down!
: [gunshots]
: Keep your heads down, fellas.
: [alarm buzzing]
: [gunshots]
: There's an exit straight ahead, Race.
: Maybe we can lose him in the dark.
: vroom Hovercraft escaping by west exit.
: [dramatic music]
: Contact your dad.
: Let him know what's going on.
: Right.
: Uh-oh, company.
: Duck!
: [gunshots]
: Race, look what I found down here.
: One of the guards' guns.
: Great.
: You drive and I'll try to knock out their search lights.
: [gunshots]
: Now, hold her steady.
: Roger, admiral.
: [gunshots]
: [lights shattering]
: Nice shooting, Race.
: [barking]
: splash Bandit!
Race: Jonny! Jonny!
: Keep going, Race!
: Sorry, Jonny. No can do.
: Okay, I give up.
: Don't hurt the boy.
: Once again, Mr. Bannon, where is Dr. Quest?
: He went to the ball game.
: Very well. If you will not cooperate, the boy will.
: You won't get me to talk.
: You misunderstand.
: After we begin to work on you your companion will be only too glad to talk.
: Leave the boy alone.
male #2: What have we here?
: Why were these prisoners not searched?
: Most ingenious, a portable communicator.
: And who does it communicate with?
: Jonny, is that you?
: I do not read you.
: Jonny? Come in, Jonny.
: You will answer him.
: And ask him where your father is.
: Sure, I'll answer him.
male #2: Guard, shoot the big one if my instructions are not followed.
: Alright.
: Hi, Hadji.
: Is-is my father with you?
: Of course. You must be close by.
: You're coming in loud and clear.
: That is all I need to know.
male #2: Intercept them and take them prisoner.
: shatter Did you lose contact, Hadji?
: The radio just went dead, sir.
: But we must be very close to them.
: [intense music]
: Halt! Stop your motor.
: [gunshots]
: There's someone behind us, doctor.
: And in front.
: Hands over head or we shoot.
Dr. Quest: Do as they say, Hadji.
: May I congratulate you on the perfect performance of your prober, Dr. Quest.
: It will bring a tremendous price from home.
: Who knows, any number of groups would pay for your invention.
: Why, your own navy might pay the ransom just to keep the machine from falling into unfriendly hands.
: Guard them closely.
: [door opens]
: What'll we do, dad?
: I wish I knew, son.
: We're in a tight spot.
: If we're in that bad a spot I will not need this fabulous priceless jewel any longer.
: Would you like it?
: It is literally priceless.
: Observe the red highlights.
: The way it flashes.
: That is the way you can tell how expensive it really is.
Hadji: By the flashes. See?
: You have to look close.
: [intense music]
: If your gun is too heavy, you may drop it.
: Is he hypnotized?
: I would say so. How about it?
: My friends wish to know if you're hypnotized.
: Yes.
: Untie us, Jonny.
: Your dearest wish is to serve us well. Is it not?
: Yes.
: You can show us the way out.
: Can you not?
: I can.
Hadji: To our machine, the underwater prober?
: Yes. To your machine.
: Pick me up.
: Yes, sir.
: You're pretty smart for an 11-year-old.
: Yes, I know.
: To the machine, James.
: Sorry, I can't give you gentlemen a lift.
: You'll just have to rough it.
Race: So far, so good.
: Our luck's holding.
: Let's get aboard.
: You may put me down now.
: My good man.
: Yes, sir.
: Come on, Hadji, we're shoving off.
: I won't be needing you anymore today, James.
: [door shuts]
: There's the steel net up ahead I was telling you about, sir.
Dr. Quest: These remote-control arms worked fine on the squid.
: Let's see how they work on steel.
: clink clink Wow! As easy as cutting hot butter.
: vroom vroom Svedri to commander.
: They have cut through the submarine net.
: Svedri to commander.
: What are your instructions?
: Your instructions are to attack at once.
: They must not escape.
: Repeat. Attack! Attack!
: How much of a head start do you think we have, sir?
: I don't know. And I wonder how we've managed to get this far.
: boom
Jonny: Look, two subs!
: They're after us.
: [intense music]
: boom boom Our armor plate can hold them off, but for how long?
: boom boom Can't we do anything?
: Maybe.
: boom boom What are we going to do, dad?
: Fight back the only way we can.
: squish Good work, doctor.
: It's not over yet.
: boom boom crash We're free.
: Somehow I have a feeling we aren't.
: Not yet, anyway.
: We have lost contact with our submarines.
: Call off direct assaults.
: What is needed now is time.
: Valmar, you will attach this mine to the side of their prober.
: I will try to distract them, understood?
: Yes, sir.
: Then go.
: splash Dr. Quest, we are tuned into your sonar wavelength.
: I wish to bargain.
: There is no purpose in our expending our energies in playing hide and seek in the ocean.
: Surely we can arrive at a sensible solution.
Dr. Quest: We have nothing to discuss.
: But you will have when our navy reaches you.
male #2: Long before that time you will be dead.
: Unless you surrender now.
: I shall give you ten minutes.
: Then I shall attack with all my forces.
: You mean, you haven't been?
male #2: Remember, ten minutes.
: [clanking]
: Listen.
: Quiet, boy.
: Something's going on.
: And I've got a pretty good idea what it is.
: I'm going out there.
: [door opens]
: Successful?
: Successful.
: [intense music]
: Their time is up.
: It is just a matter of seconds.
: [laughing]
: boom That explosion, Race, what was it?
: Oh, nothing much. Just our late host saying so long.
: Well, there it is, captain.
: I turn her over to the navy now although there still may be a few bugs in it..
: ...and a small dog and a small boy and another small boy.
: [barking]
: Jonny, Hadji, bring Bandit and come on down.
: With a crew like that, anything can happen.
Jonny: Here's Bandit!
: See what I mean?
: [laughing]
: [theme music]
: [clamoring]
: clang clang
: [aircraft droning]
: crash crash
: [music continues]
: [squeaking]
: [screeching]
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