All language subtitles for Thunderbirds - 01x11 - Brink of Disaster

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'Thunderbirds are go! '

Oh, dear.

A butler's work is never done.

I shall have to finish reading about
the Killer of Clapham another time.

Coming.

Coming!

Yes, sir, were you
requiring something?

Oh, my name is, er, Warren Grafton.

I have an appointment
with Lady Penelope.

Oh, yes, sir, so you have.
Would you kindly step this way?

Thank you.

Er...her ladyship will be...
a trifle delayed, I'm afraid.

Perhaps you would be good enough
to wait in the library.

Sure thing.

Er...nothing wrong, is there?

Oh, no, sir, nothing untoward.

She should not
keep you waiting for long.

From what I've heard,

she's certainly worth waiting for!

Er...quite so, quite so.

This is Parker calling FAB 1.

'Can you hear me, m'lady?'

Parker from FAB 1. Loud and clear.

A Mr Grafton has called
to see you, m'lady.

Very good, Parker.
I may be a little late.

No trouble, I hope, m'lady?

Yes, I'm being tailed.

It may take some time to lose them.

Make my excuses to Mr Grafton.

'Yes, m'lady. And, er, good luck.'

I'd better make sure
they are who I think they are.

I don't want
to cause a scene unnecessarily.

There's no doubt they mean business.
I must try to lose them.

Hmm, their car must have
radar-assisted steering.

I'll have to try something else.

Keep control.
I'll use the sub-machine-gun.

Oh, dear. Like FAB 1, their tyres
must have retractable studs.

Must I go to the ultimate lengths?

But they leave me no choice.

Calling Parker, from FAB 1.
Mission completed. On my way home.

'Right, m'lady.'

I hope you'll forgive her ladyship.
She'll be here any minute now.

Oh, sure.

Tell her not to rush.

I've plenty of time.

Oh, good. Thank you, sir.

Yeah...

All the time in the world!

Nothing.

Maybe the floor?

Under the floor, huh?

Very smart.

Now, what about the alarm systems?

No problem.

Mr Grafton,
sorry to have kept you waiting.

I hope you haven't been too bored.

On the contrary, Lady Penelope.

This room's proved
most...interesting.

Parker will bring tea in a moment.

You wanted to see me
about some money, I believe?

What sort of charity do you run?

It's no charity, ma'am.

It's a business -
one of the biggest.

I'm head of a syndicate

which is building the
Pacific-Atlantic Monorail Company.

We've built 500 miles of track
and the fantastic monotrain ever.

Well, pardon my ignorance,
Mr, uh, Grafton,

but what's so special
about this monotrain?

It's completely automatic.

Oh, I see.
It does sound all rather exciting.

How much money do you need?

Forty million dollars.

But we're approaching
other people, too.

We wouldn't expect that sort
of dough from one person!

Of course. Tell me,
what's in it for an investor?

A cut in the profits.

You buy shares, you get a dividend,
and the profits will be high!

You seem very confident.

I don't have a lot of money, myself.

Maybe not, Lady Penelope,

but the pictures in here alone
would fetch a few million.

Yes, I suppose they would.

Then there's...
your jewel collection.

That's internationally famous.

Thank you, Parker.
Here will do nicely.

A telegram
has just arrived for you, m'lady.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, not bad news, I hope, m'lady?

Just a little disturbing,
Parker, that's all.

Will that be all, m'lady?

For now. Thank you, Parker.

Now, to get back to business.
You were saying, Mr Grafton?

The scheme can't miss.
It's the chance of a lifetime.

I never finance business ventures,
Mr Grafton.

I'm a mere woman,
I don't know about them.

But I've a good
friend who might be interested.

- Do you think he'll help?
- It's possible.

He's very interested in scientific
development and he's very wealthy.

Great! Where can I reach him?

I'll see that he contacts you.

Now, tell me, Mr Grafton, would
your chauffeur like a cup of tea?

Well, thanks a lot, Lady Penelope.
I've sure enjoyed visiting with you.

I'll look forward
to hearing from your friend.

So long!

Goodbye, Mr Grafton.

What an extraordinary man!
He didn't even TOUCH his tea.

Did she bite, Mr Grafton?

No, but she's gonna put us
on to some millionaire.

But we came to get dough outta HER!

Don't worry, we WILL.

I fixed the alarm to stop operating
when we want, and I found the safe.

Yeah, she'll pay up,
whether she likes it or not.

She just doesn't have any choice.

Oh, yes, m'lady. I'd know
that chauffeur's face anywhere.

Name's Molloy.

He used to drive for an American mob
who tried to queer our pitch.

How fascinating, Parker!

What an adventurous life you've led.

Er, quite, m'lady.

What about this Grafton geezer?
He must be a bit shady, too, m'lady.

You could be right, Parker. This
preject sounds too good to be true.

Anyway, I'll contact Jeff Tracy.
He'll know what to do.

Go ahead, Penelope. What's up?

'Nothing's up, Jeff, but I'm onto
something that needs investigation.'

If it's something that anticipates
a disaster and saves us a rescue,

we're all ears, Penny!

'I've had a Mr Warren Grafton
visit me.

'He's raising money
for a monotrain.'

That must be Grafton
of Pacific-Atlantic.

The US Government hasn't approved
their safety precautions.

Penny, you say he needs money?

'Yes, I said I had a friend
who'd be interested.'

Meaning me, I suppose?
All right, Penny,

I'm always on the lookout for
interesting engineering investments.

Where can I contact him?

'He'll be in his New York
office tomorrow.'

I tell you, gentlemen, it's a cinch.

The Pacific-Atlantic Monorail
Corporation is gonna be in business.

How are things at your end, Hugo?

We should clear four million bucks
at the Monte Carlo casino.

And that oil deal in South America,
that'll net seven million,

and the authorities
won't even get near us!

Good. What about your side
of the operation, Dolan?

The rackets are going just great!

I've got all
the big racetracks sewn up.

How much, Dolan? How much?!

Count on ten million bucks.

Twenty-one million dollars.

Just nineteen to go.

Which brings us to you,
how did you make out?

Well, gentlemen...

I have just organised
the greatest combined operation

in the history of big business.

Tomorrow, Molloy and Selsdon
will gain entry to the mansion

of Lady Penelope
Creighton-Ward in England,

and walk out with one of the world's
richest jewel collections!

You set that one up real good.

Shut up! Don't interrupt Mr Grafton!

At the same time, I shall take
her ladyship's millionaire friend,

Jeff Tracy, and his two advisers,
for a trip on a monotrain.

Well, Tracy, what do you think?

This coach is certainly comfortable,
Mr Grafton.

But why hasn't the Government
backed you?

I never asked them.

I want guys like you to benefit.

Private enterprise, that's what
keeps this country on its feet.

I-I-It's a superb piece of,
uh, engineering skill, Mr Grafton.

I just hope
it's been thoroughly tested.

Sure it has! It's backed by some
of the biggest men in America.

What sort of men?

Well...you understand, Tracy,
they're...they're modest men.

They like to stay out
of the limelight,

so they can
do the job without any ballyhoo.

I'd need to know about the system
and the people, Mr Grafton.

Er, yeah, I believe the train
is automatically controlled?

Completely. The whole track,
from beginning to end,

is controlled by automatic signals.

- Isn't there a safety risk?
- Risk?!

What?! Crossing the road's a risk.

Maybe, but that's not the attitude
when lives are involved.

Look, a fleet of helijets
is on constant patrol.

If anything went wrong
they'd report it immediately.

Unless the helijet had a problem.

Patrol 304 to base. Do you read?

'Go ahead, 304. Anything to report?'

Negative. Everything is A-OK.

'Swell. Nothing must go wrong.'

They should be on their way.
It's 4:35.

We're in for some rough weather.

'Not me, pal.
I've got a roof over my head.'

'Say, Joe,
you nearly bust my eardrum! '

Not guilty. It's a storm.
She's right overhead.

Oh, this is useless.
Guess I'll shut down for a spell.

'Sure. No sense in talking
above this static. Out.'

I'd better get out of this piece
of sky before I get my feet wet.

The automatic signals!

The signals! I've got to contact
base and stop the train!

304 to base. I've crashed!

The monorail is gonna collapse.

The train is on its way.
It's got to be stopped!

So you see, Tracy, in the standard
coaches, we can pack in 500 people.

"Pack in" is right!

Well, it's just a figure of speech.

Well, I'm not over-impressed.

Impressed? You wanna be impressed?
Come on up front, see the power unit.

- That'll impress you.
- OK.

304 to base. This is an emergency!

Can you hear me?!

There it is.

The greatest chunk of engineering
genius in land travel history!

Well, it's big enough, anyway.

Er, er, do you mind if we examine
this piece of genius more closely?

Help yourselves, but I warn you...

some of the best brains
in the country

put that
box of tricks together.

I'm not begging you, Tracy,
but you'd be a fool not to join us.

I don't know. People aren't cattle.

That's where you're wrong.

There's a few of us who lead,
the rest follow like sheep.

Er, you, uh, you say everything
is completely automatic?

The train carries no staff at all?

Yes! Think of the money we'll save!

But...but in an emergency...?

An emergency?! You worry too much.

Stan! Down here!

Joe, are you hurt?

No, I'm OK. What kept you?

Look, Joe, keep still.
I'll winch you up.

No, first radio the train! Tell them
the automatic signals are broken.

But that means the train won't stop!

Yeah! I radioed,
but my transmitter must be smashed.

Maybe they can stop it manually.
Will you be OK for a minute?

- Sure.
- OK, don't go away.

I told you, Tracy, nothing
can go wrong with the signals!

How can you be certain?

Listen, we've spent
enough money on safety devices.

ALL operations of this type
involve risk.

That's the radio. Excuse me.

Sure.

- I'll be right back.
- Don't hurry.

What do YOU think, Brains?

I... I'm not too happy, Mr Tracy.

There's too many loopholes.

I think you're right.

Our friend Grafton is more interested
in money than people's lives.

His type usually end up in jail.

Jail, that's what we'll get
if we're caught.

Sure, but we've taken worse risks.

Grafton fixed the alarms.

All we gotta do
is press a button and we're OK.

Hey, this lock's tricky,
but we should manage it OK.

Yeah, let's hope Grafton's
having it as easy as we are.

Tracy...something's gone wrong.

We're heading for trouble.
And I mean trouble.

Thanks, Stan.

The whole section -
it'll collapse any minute!

Stan, you think
there's any hope for them?

If the signals are out,
that train can't stop.

There's no manual control.

Well, Brains,
can you stop this thing?

I don't see how
without a circuit diagram.

Even with one, it's not certain
we'd succeed. How long do we have?

We're increasing speed.

That's obvious, Grafton.

How far is the damaged track?

Well... I'm not sure.
15 minutes, maybe 20. I don't know!

You're a great help

Brains, Tin Tin,
I guess it's up to you.

Guess we made it, Selsdon.
Those alarms have been knocked out.

Grafton said something about
closed-circuit TV in all the rooms.

Yeah, stupid, but his alarm system
jammer took care of them, too.

We're in the clear, Selsdon. Relax.

Gee, that's good.

Ouiet!

This is the place.
OK, let's get the rug out of the way.

Oh, boy, that's some safe!

OK, let's get to work.

It's gonna take some time
to open this baby.

Ouit stalling and get on with it.

But whatever you do,
keep it quiet, huh?

Stan, look!

I guess that does it.
Nothing can save them now.

You've got to stop it!
What's gonna happen to us?

You should have thought
of that before. Just keep calm.

I'm going to call the boys.

It's too late.

I realise that, but if you fail
we'll need help afterwards.

How can you call them without Grafton
knowing we're International Rescue?

Leave it to me.

Say, Grafton...

W-What?! Have you
thought of something?

Have you heard
of International Rescue?

Sure, but no one knows
who runs the outfit.

Where do they come from?

I can't say.
You just send out a radio message.

Yeah, yeah,
somehow they pick it up. Come on!

Keep at it, Brains.
You're still our only hope.

Well, Tin Tin...here goes.

Let's hope we've got it right.

We're increasing speed.

I... I don't understand.
What did we do wrong?

I don't know. I don't know!

Calling International Rescue.
Calling International Rescue.

'My name is Tracy. I'm aboard
the Pacific-Atlantic Monotrain.'

Go ahead...Tracy.
This is International Rescue.

This is urgent. The train is out
of control and the track is damaged.

- Are you alone?
- The company president is here.

'And...one other man
and a girl are aboard.'

OK, Mr Tracy, we're on our way.

Thank you, International Rescue.
Make it snappy. Time is running out.

Go ahead, John.

Dad, Brains and Tin Tin
are in trouble.

That monotrain
is heading for disaster!

- How?!
- The train's out of control.

- We'll never make it.
- We can't just sit here!

Right, come on!

Here goes.
Keep your fingers crossed.

It didn't work! We're gonna crash!

Another minute and I'll have it.

Boy, this is
a tough combination to crack.

Great, Selsdon, you did it.

Aw, gee...

Right, let me open her up.

Take a look at that!

Hello, Parker?

Are you awake?
It appears we have visitors.

Er...hmm...yes, m'lady.

So I can see.
It's our old friend, Molloy, I see.

They're stealing my jewels.

That would seem to be
the intention, m'lady.

Parker, we must stop them
before it's too late.

I'm afraid we might
already be too late.

'They've probably
got a car standing by.'

Well, it appears
we have no choice, then.

I was thinking
the same thing, m'lady.

'All right, I'll be up in a jiffy
with the hardware.'

'Right, go to it, Parker.'

OK, let's beat it.

Oof! Come on... Get out...!

OK, let's hit the road.

Get down!

Hey! Wh-Who's the Calamity Jane?!

That's the duchess, you dumb cluck!
Come on!

Parker, get the tyres.

Good shooting, Parker.

The car's knocked out!

What are we gonna do, Harry?

Ouick! The garage, they're bound
to have an automobile there.

They're heading for FAB 1, m'lady.

So I see, Parker.
Well, that won't do them much good.

I don't comprehend how they got in.
I never heard no alarms.

They must have put them
out of action.

It's lucky the safe alarm
is on a different system.

What do you suppose that was?

It appears they have gained access
to the Rolls-Royce, m'lady.

Oh, dear. I hope they don't scratch
the paintwork, I need it for Ascot.

You don't want me to shoot up
the Rolls, do you, m'lady?

No, Parker, you wouldn't succeed,
and, anyway, there's no need.

It's that dame, she's using
remote control to lock the wheel!

Well, I think we can go back
to bed now, Parker.

But m'lady, what about the visitors?

Oh, we can forget about them
until the morning.

They'll still be around.

The other end is giving way.

It'll all collapse soon.

Say, look! On the horizon!

The monotrain! We'd better radio
for emergency services.

We're approaching a bend!
You've gotta stop this thing!

A-A-All right.

This is our...last chance.

- She's slowing. Well done, Brains.
- Let's hope there's enough track.

- It's still too fast!
- Shut up.

They're going too fast!

538 to base. The train is OK.
Repeat, the train is OK.

We have called emergency services.
We're now returning to base.

My endurance
now down to five minutes.

Oh, Mr Tracy, we're safe.

Easy, Tin Tin, it's all over, now.

Thunderbird 2 from Thunderbird 1,
what is your ETA?

- We'll arrive in six minutes.
- 'Good work, Virgil.'

I'm above monorail now.
Looks like they made it.

- Tracy, what's that?
- It must be International Rescue.

'Thunderbird 1 calling.

'You folks are still in danger.
The tower behind you is collapsing.

'I'll try and push you
off the trestle.'

Oh, no! The trestle!

'It's no good, the trestle
can't stand the train's weight.

'The train can't be saved,
but your lives are more important.

'Do exactly as I say
and you have a chance.

'Hurry to the rear of the train
and walk down the track.'

Hurry, please, there's not much time.

Now, what are we gonna do?
We're trapped! There's no way down!

For a start, we'll keep calm.

'Go back to the centre.
Thunderbird 2 will be here soon.

Thunderbird 1 from Thunderbird 2.
Approaching danger zone.

- Hurry it along, Virgil.
- 'FAB.'

Lowering grabs.

Careful, Virgil.

Say, what goes on? Are they trying
to murder us or something?!

OK, Virgil, close grabs.

Pull away, Virgil!

Thunderbird 2 from Thunderbird 1,
nice work, Virgil.

Thanks. Leave everything to me now.

FAB. Returning to base.

Boy, we made it!

We made it?!

All right, Tracy.
You know what I mean.

I guess you won't be needing
my investment now, Mr Grafton.

After the Government inquiry into
this crash you'll be behind bars.

That's where you're wrong, Tracy.
I'm too smart.

I'll get away with the inquiry.

And I'll end up being president of
the greatest monorail network ever!

And so, ladies and gentlemen,
it is with pride

that I declare that yet another line

in the famous network
of the Pacific-Atlantic Monorails...

is open.

Ahh, drop dead!

Cut it out, Grafton!

I'm still dizzy from that
society dame's crazy pink drag!

All night she kept us turning.

I was even glad
to see the cops next morning!

But I tell you, all we need
is a little more dough.

- Forget it, Grafton!
- You're wasting your time.

Time!

Well, I guess that's one thing
we've got plenty of...