Thunderbirds - Second Season

'Thunderbirds are go! '

Your Ladyship, we can't thank you enough

for coming all this way to open the pass.

It was my pleasure, Sir Harry. The excitement was most welcome.

Will you join us for a celebration party?

Very kind, but Parker will be waiting.

I want to return to my little farm.

I'll drive you down to the road in the jeep.

I D0 hope your project is a tremendous success.

Yes. Look, the 'dozers are already getting down to the job.

I'll say goodbye and thank you, Sir Harry.

Thank Y0U, Your Ladyship. Next time, you must stay for a beer!

Ahem! Sorry to hurry you, m'lady,

but you did say you wanted to look at your sheep before retiring.

So I did, Parker. I'm ready now.

So long, Your Ladyship.

Now, I must ring Jeff Tracy. I have a little idea.

Lady Penelope to International Rescue.

How's Australia, Penny?

'I've just blown up a mountain.'

WHAT?

'Don't worry! They're building a new road through the mountains.

'I'm now going on to my farm.'

I've got an idea to put to you, Jeff.

'What's on your mind? '

You haven't had a holiday in at least 18 months.

Yeah, but...

'I think you should join me on my farm in Australia.'

I'll make certain that you're not disturbed and you can relax.

It's not that simple. An emergency could happen at any time.

I've got to organise things here.

But we know the procedure, Dad.

I agree. It's time you had a rest.

What is this? I don't need a rest.

'The boys agree with me.

'I'll expect you this evening. I insist you come.'

How d'ya like that?! She cut me off!

- She was thinking of you, you know. - Yes, she was trying to help.

It was a great thought, but you understand the problems.

Now, if you'll excuse us, Tin Tin and I are about to play tennis.

Gordon, Brains...

It's not that I don't want to go. There could be an emergency.

0K, I'll go to Australia, if that's what you all want!

That's great, Dad.

I'll help my father to pack your bags.

Who's going to take your place, Dad?

You're the eldest, Scott.

That's swell of you guys, but my job is to fly Thunderbird 1.

I'm still giving the orders. I haven't gone yet, you know!

Scott, you're next in line.

Virgil will pilot Thunderbird 2,

and Gordon Thunderbird 4.

That only leaves you, Alan.

You mean, I've got to handle Thunderbird 1?

0nly rarely do we have to use Thunderbirds 1 and 3 together.

You'll control whichever craft is required.

Yes, you take over my old job!

I'll just check things with John.

International Rescue from Thunderbird 5.

What's new, Father?

'Penny has persuaded me to join her in Australia for a break.'

It's about time, Dad.

Before I hand over to Scott, I want to ensure everything is 0K.

'Nothing much is happening.

'Except that the World Navy are on exercise in the Atlantic.'

Prepare to commence gyropedo tests.

Target vessel in red area.

If these new weapons work, they'll revolutionise undersea firepower.

Yes, sir. 0ur vessels will be able to attack fast and with power.

Right, put atom sub Reaper on standby.

She's adopting combat position now, 100 miles from target vessel.

- 0n course and steady, sir. - 0K, dive!

Opening... two... four... and six, sir.

Tracy to Base Control. Airborne.

Remember, Scott, to keep me informed.

'Relax, Dad. I'll call if we have any problems.'

OK, Scott, so long.

I thought he would change his mind!

You can understand him worrying - he's never left us alone, before.

0K, Scott, what's your first decision?

That's easy. I contact John in Thunderbird 5.

'Thunderbird 5. Come in, John.'

- Hi, Scott. What's wrong? - 'Er... nothing, John.'

Why the call then, Scott?

I just wondered how things were.

'There's just the World Navy preparing their target shot.'

Alert all vessels in the vicinity and warn the Seascape rig.

'Seascape drilling rig, from World Navy flagship, Atlantic.'

Seascape here. Receiving you five by five.

'About to commence target practice. There could be some explosions.'

Really? Here, Dick, I'll take over.

Hello, Atlantic. This is Frank Hooper, rig superintendent.

'I don't like the sound of that.'

All the explosions will be beneath the surface.

'There's no chance of any danger.'

I hope not! Ending transmission. Darned navy!

They always bellyache about the rigs in the area,

but WE can't protest about their explosions.

Gyropedoes one and two at ready, sir.

Approaching radio-control target vessel,

bearing seven... five... eight.

Contact. Away both. Seek and destroy.

- Number one is off course, sir. - Correct by remote, lieutenant.

Second strike, negative.

- Kill by remote. - I can't, sir. There's no response.

She's a maverick!

- The missile exploded on the seabed. - (Scott) 'What's the navy reaction? '

They're hopping mad, but there seems to be no danger.

Well, that's something.

'Yeah, but it caused havoc with the ocean.

'The Seascape says that the water's still boiling.'

Alert all personnel!

All crew to storm stations! Amber alert.

Make fast anchors! Increase stabilisers!

Raise the rig.

Bonga Bonga from Jeff Tracy. Permission to land requested.

'Come in, Bonga Bonga.'

Bonga Bonga to Mr Tracy. Her Ladyship's out with the sheep.

- 'What's she doing? Counting them? ' - She thinks that one's missing.

Are you kidding? There must be 200,000 sheep!

200,007, sir. That's the trouble - her Ladyship can only find 200,006!

'0K, Parker.'

- Is it clear for me to land? - 0h, perfectly, sir.

'I swept it out as soon as we got here.'

Great. I'll be right there.

Ah, that sounds like Jeff. I must have this sheep counter fixed.

It must be faulty.

What is it, Parker?

'M'lady, Mr Tracy has landed.'

I'll come straight away, Parker.

- Ah, Penny! It's good to see you. - Thank you, Jeff.

I'm so pleased you could get away.

Now, tell me all about the boys. How are they?

That reminds me, I'd better call them.

Jeff, you came here for a rest!

Now, I'll let you make this one call,

then you must promise me that you'll forget all about the island.

I'd be happier checking in.

Scott and the boys are probably in bed.

No, Scott will be awake.

- 'Scott, how are things with you? ' - Great, Dad. No problems.

I sent the boys to bed. You never know when something might break.

Make sure you take some rest.

Good night, Dad.

Thunderbird 5, from International Rescue base.

'What's up, Scott? '

Just wondered how things were.

- All quiet. - 'How about that atomic explosion? '

No problems there. The sea's calmed down.

Well, Kravitz, the swell's settled.

Imagine those navy guys letting that happen!

It's bad enough being here, without the navy sending us under!

Hey, the weather computers are reacting.

I reckon there'll be a gale come sun-up.

What the?

- It's like that atom explosion. - Sound the alarms!

Attention all stations. Emergency!

'Fire-jet sighted, 30 miles west.

'I reckon a gas field has been blown! '

- John, what's happening? - 'That explosion did do damage.'

How's that?

'Seascape has sent out an alarm call.'

A jet of fire is blazing near the rig.

- Are those guys in danger? - 'It's not certain yet.'

- Find out. - '0K.'

I heard the emergency signal.

- Good. What do you think? - It's too early to say.

Seascape from International Rescue.

International Rescue? You heard about this fire-jet, huh?

'Yes, what are the dangers? '

Can you give me complete details?

I think the atomic explosion fractured the sea-bed.

The heat has taken a few hours to penetrate through to the gas field.

'What is the extent of the field? '

The gas pocket stretches 40 miles west.

- How real is the danger? - It's hard to estimate, Scott.

An explosion could trigger a tidal wave.

It's a terrifying thought,

but do we get involved?

That's up to you, Scott. Y-you're in command.

Yeah... I wonder what Dad would do?

'We now have a newsflash.

'A gas field in the Atlantic has been penetrated.

'A 200-foot fire-jet is threatening shipping.

'It is thought to be connected with an explosion during navy manoeuvres.'

Shall I wake Mr Tracy?

You dare, Parker! Mr Tracy has come here to get away from problems.

It's 0K, Parker, I heard the newscast.

Oh, Jeff, I thought you were asleep!

You can relax. I'm not worried about that fire-jet,

but Scott will keep a check on it.

He'll know this is N0T a job for International Rescue.

Brains, call the boys - this is a job for International Rescue!

Thunderbirds are go!

Base from Thunderbird 1. Proceeding to danger zone.

'This is so different from Thunderbird 3! '

- Yeah, don't forget I want it back. - I won't forget.

'I should be at the fire-jet soon.'

Virgil, Gordon, take pod 4 and the sealing device.

- Moving out now, Scott. - 'FAB.'