Fathom
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- Year:
- 1967
- 99 min
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Fly away with me, sky-girl
We'll go racing
chasing the sun
Swallows on the wing around us
And the sunlight shining
On our rainbow run
While the stars shine
Twinkling and bright
No, you'll never find a joy
for girl and boy
Like floating in the air
There's just nothing to compare
With the joy
that we'll be sharing
Tonight
And now, jumping
in the individual accuracy competition,
Miss Fathom Harvill
Senorita, a smile
would make it perfect.
They never make a fuss
over me when I land.
Maybe you ought to let
your hair grow longer.
Senorita, how did you
ever get a name like Fathom?
A fathom is six feet. Papa was hoping
for a tail son. Papa was disappointed.
- Think the U.S. team will beat the French
next week? - That's the idea, isn't it?
Miss Harvill? Miss Harvill?
I'm supposed to drive you back to town.
- Thank you. - How come the rest
of us have to take the bus?
I keep telling you, you ought
to let your hair grow longer.
I'll be with you
as soon as I change.
The one thing I'll never understand
about you skydivers-
how do you get the nerve
to take the first jump?
It's easy. You learn parachute
packing, study up on meteorology,
wind currents, aerodynamics,
and then, when the big day comes,
you get someone
to give you a big push.
Say, didn't we pass
the road to Malaga?
Yes, we're taking a slight detour.
Nothing to worry about.
Colonel Campbell wants to see you.
- Colonel Campbell?
- He'll explain everything.
But I don't know
any Colonel Campbell.
You will.
Good day to you, Miss Harvill.
A very good day.
I've been looking forward
to our meeting.
Oh, uh, come inside, won't you?
In you go, love.
Do sit down.
Oh, uh, excuse me.
I'm not a very good housekeeper.
Now, I'm going to be very calm
about this whole thing.
If you take me back to my hotel room in the
next ten minutes, I'll forget all about it.
If you don't, I'm gonna holler
bloody murder to the American embassy.
A very normal reaction,
Miss Harvill.
I'll tell you what. If my credentials
I'll holler with you.
- HADES? - Headquarters Allied
Defenses Espionage and Security.
Impressive signatures.
Or I've been kidnapped
by a mad autograph collector.
Very good, but not mad.
Colonel Douglas Campbell,
late of the Scots Guards,
presently in charge of this very
powerful and very secret organization.
Do sit down.
Get that, Timmy.
Let me introduce you.
Flight Lieutenant Timothy Webb,
Royal Air Force, on leave of absence.
Leave of senses is more like it, volunteering
for a potty outfit like this one.
I apologize, Miss Harvill, for having
brought you here in this unorthodox way,
but you'll see it's a matter
of the utmost urgency.
I don't believe a word of this.
I assure you it's very
desperately real. Please.
It's Washington, sir.
N.S.A. frequency, code 12.
I'll put it through the scrambler.
Oh, I'm squeaking again.
The sea air disagrees with the lubricant
in my titanium knee joint.
- HADES One to N.S.A. liaison. Over.
No negative information, eh?
Thank you kindly. HADES One out.
No worries there. That message
was about you, Miss Harvill.
You've been cleared by Washington
at the very highest level.
- Cleared? For what?
- Whitehall code check A-okay.
Good. Excuse me.
- Take a message, will you?
- Sir.
To U.S. Navy, Force F.D.,
via liaison Gibraltar.
Tell them HADES won't be needing
any assistance at the moment.
Assuming that Miss Fathom Harvill,
"dental assistant,
La Jolla, California,"
on a three-week tour
with a U.S.jumping team...
is half what I think she is.
Well, half of her is fascinated,
but the other half
tells me to get out of here.
The first half is the one I like...
the brave and bonnie one who's gonna
help us find the Fire Dragon.
Fire Dragon 7
The name of this game, lassie.
And Lord have mercy on this
poor sad world if we should fail.
Amen.
Some time ago,
there was a calamity in the air.
One of our hydrogen bombs
was lost in the Mediterranean Sea.
- A fantastic search was made.
- I remember.
- It was found, finally.
- Aye, the bomb was found. That's history.
The bomb they found,
but not the Fire Dragon.
Code name for the contents
of this wee box-Fire Dragon.
Well named.
It's a fail safe device...
which triggers the hydrogen bomb
by electronic signal.
Need I say what it would mean if this
Fire Dragon fell into hostile hands?
For a year or more, not a trace,
though we scoured the earth
Not a trace. Then, a week
past Tuesday, newsreel pictures.
A corrida. Malaga.
Routine.
With the Fire Dragon file still open,
we look over everything
from the South of Spain...
Watch now.
One Peter Merriwether.
Next to him, his great
good friend, Miss Jo-May Soon.
They're from Hong Kong.
- Popped up on the scene just the day before
these were taken. - Devoted aficionados.
Really Red Chinese agents.
Pure and simple, lassie,
with this wee box in their hands,
they'd have the power to turn the world
into a black broiled mushroom.
Merriwether's current headquarters...
near Malaga.
They are passing
as perfectly innocent tourists.
Valid passports,
papers quite in order.
The place is walled
and guarded, impregnable from land.
They didn't
exactly appreciate our flyover.
You?! see what I mean.
- Major Jo-May Soon.
- "Major"?
That was the rank she held
in the Mongolian K.G.B.
Tasty fortune cookie, that one.
Enter the boss, Peter Merriwether.
Closely attended
by underlings, the Trivers family.
Mr. Tis the boss's
second in command.
Whoops.
Not having bullet-proof trousers on...
exit hastily, yours truly.
Only one reason for them being
in this area... the Fire Dragon.
The infernal thing's known to be
their number one objective.
- You think they have it?
- Not yet,
or they'd be halfway
across the world by now.
But they're on its trail.
We're quite certain the Fire Dragon's
been found by some person unknown.
And Merriwether fully intends
to get it from him.
- Problem:
Who's that person?- Milk?
- Phase.
- The problem we tried to solve...
by dropping a wee radio
transmitting bug from that helicopter.
Unfortunately,
the device malfunctioned,
and that, lassie,
is where you come in.
- Don't tell me. I can see it perfectly.
- Do you 7
while you were showing me those movies.
"Why me?" I said to myself.
"Why Fathom Harvill?
"Couldn't be 'cause
she's fun at a party.
"Couldn't be 'cause someone
"Has to be some special knack.
Has to be her skydiving."
- Right? - Obviously. Plus
the fact that you're a girl.
And a very pretty one too,
if I may say so.
Gets nicer and nicer. I skydive into
a pad full of mad Mongolian butchers...
and seduce the boss
into telling all.
- My dear lassie, you don't have to do
a thing. - Just land there, that's all.
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