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Thunderbirds are go!

Now, although this atomic station is still very much on the secret list,

I can tell you that the sea water so necessary in this irrigation project

is pumped to the station by the plant...

you can see on your left.

Naturally, the reclaiming of the dead lands of Australia

takes up millions and millions of gallons of this sea water.

Now, I don't know if you wanna put any questions.

I'll answer those I can.

Could you give us a statement on the safety factor?

There's always a certain amount of public concern over these atomic devices.

I think so. This new project here is no more dangerous

than the many atomic power plants set up all over the world.

Of course, we all appreciate that an accident could occur.

But the chances are very, very slim indeed.

With respect, that's hardly a complete reassurance.

And if this lot goes sky high, even on a slim chance...

Please, please. I don't think I've made myself quite clear.

The reactor is under the complete control of the project staff.

Nothing can go wrong.

Sightseers still in the plant? Yes. Still here. They don't give up.

Well, I suppose it's natural.

Public's got every right to be worried.

If there was an accident, the fallout would cover Australia.

Well, there's no chance of that, is there?

Hey! What are you doing?

What's going on? There's somebody in the plant.

What price security now?

OK, come outta there. And keep your hands up!

All unauthorised personnel will please leave the base immediately.

There is no cause for alarm.

The emergency will soon be under control.

Base staff should report to their positions at once.

Looks bad to me.Yeah. I just wanna get to a phone.

This is Fire Chief to Control.

It's getting out of hand.

Looks bad. Control, message received.

Your orders are to contain the fire away from the main plant.

If it gets to the reactor... this whole place'll go up.

You have not heard the last of me.

I'll make the plans of those atomic stations mine...

if it's the last thing I do.

Got any more handouts?

I hear the fire's been blazing away for quite some time.

Yeah. The fire started soon after I first called, about five hours ago.

No, there haven't been any more handouts.

But I did hear a rumour that the fire's reached the reactors.

It's no good. Unless we can cut off the sea water intake, we won't stop it.

It's racing away! If only we could stop the intake.

This is Control to all personnel. We've received orders to evacuate.

Rescue aircraft are standing by.

So they're gonna let it destroy itself.

She'll be going up any second.

If only we could cut the intake.

I don't like the way they called this press conference.

Must be something big. We'd better go in.

They're coming in now, sir.

OK. Announce me.

Let's get it over with. Yes, sir.

Looks like the action's gonna start.

Ladies and gentlemen, we appreciate

the co-operation of the press and TV networks

and would like to thank you for responding so promptly.

Ladies and gentlemen, General Speyer.

OK. Relax, everybody.

I'll come straight to the point.

It concerns the explosion at the Atomic Irrigation Project Monday last.

I thought that was all over. We've been asked to play it down.

Only because we've been trying to avert a panic.

Truth of the matter is,

the explosion caused a radioactive cloud.

We've been trying to disperse this.

But so far, we've been unsuccessful.

Order, please. Order!

This cloud is continuing to move towards our major cities.

The public have got to be told.

Unless the weather takes a hand and a strong wind springs up,

in the cause of general safety,

Melbourne will have to be evacuated.

Panic's over, then. Did you hear the cloud got blown away?

Yeah.

Yeah, I know. The wind came just in time.

I suppose we can all breathe again.

A year ago, I failed in my attempt

to steal the secrets of the new atomic stations.

But now... a chance.

A masterplan that cannot fail.

And with the fortune that these secrets will bring,

my empire will grow

and I shall be invincible!

Good to see you, John. You're late. There's nothing wrong, is there?

No. Sorry about that. There was a lot on,

what with Lady Penelope arriving and so on.

How is she? Very anxious to go out on a rescue.

Hm! If your spell of duty is anything like mine, she's gonna be unlucky.

I've never known things so quiet.

I just can't tell you how thrilled I am to be here, Jeff.

It's great to have you, Penny.

We're glad you could get over.

It's the first opportunity I've had since you started operations.

I can believe that.

From our reports, it seems you've been having more adventures than us.

Oh! Grandmamma. Did you hear that?

Course I did. I'm not deaf.

No, I meant dear Virgil's insinuation

that I've been in the thick of things, as they say.

You do seem to have had your share of excitement, Lady Penelope.

Oh, yes. But I shan't consider myself as part of the team

until I've been out on a rescue.

Oh. Yeah.

I see. Say, I wonder where those cold drinks have got to.

It is my duty to serve the drinks, Mr Parker.

Yes. But I thought you'd like to see how it's really done.

I have had no complaints on my service from Mr Tracy so far.

Oh, I'm er... quite sure he appreciates

that you are doing it to the best of your ability, Kyrano.

I always have the honour to serve in this household.

Ah, but er...

you don't always have a butler from one of England's stately homes.

Forgive me, but I insist.

Take your mitts off my tray!

From the sound of it, we're gonna stay thirsty.

You know, Penelope,

I'll have to visit you one day.

Never been to a stately home. About the only thing I haven't.

Of course you must come, Grandmamma.

So, gentlemen, we shall begin the demonstration.

Now, this toy is a little product

of scientists working at this establishment.

As you have already seen, although completely electronic, it behaves

and looks like an ordinary mouse.

In fact, it would take a close inspection to tell it from the real thing.

How does it er... interest us, Holden?

The taxpayers won't like paying four million bucks for that.

They'd rather you give 'em an electronic cat to get rid of real mice.

Please, gentlemen, please.

We haven't called our invention The Mighty Atom for nothing.

This is what the taxpayers are getting. Now, watch closely.

Our furry friend contains a powerful miniature camera.

More to the point, he can be placed to photograph

any foreign or enemy installation that we wish.

How do you make sure it takes the photographs you want, Holden?

Quiet, please!

Thank you.

Professor Langley raised a question and I'm sure you want to know the answer.

All the relevant information of any project

can be seen on the dials of its control panels. Right?

Sooner or later, scientists and technicians look at these dials.

The camera in The Mighty Atom has been electronically programmed

to photograph the profile of the human face.

You'll see how it works when I inspect the dials of this control panel.

Professor Langley, would you please operate the remote control unit? Of course.

When you're ready, Professor.

Thank you, Professor.

Now I will show you what we've got on this film.

Lights, please.

Fantastic! Great achievement, Holden. Big stop forward in espionage.

Thank you, gentlemen. Thank you. Any questions?

Yes.

What happens if the mouse is seen? Or approached?

There is a safety factor incorporated in this design.

If a human face moves towards it,

The Mighty Atom runs for the nearest cover and hides, like any real mouse.

Are you satisfied, Professor? Yes, I am.

Very satisfied.

At last, I have the means to spite my enemies.

This is a key that will open every door.

My power will grow as my knowledge increases.

With the help of my new friend,

the secrets of the world will be mine.

Mine... mine... mine... mine!

Oh, dear. What's the matter, Lady Penelope?

Nothing.

It's just that you'd think someone, somewhere

would need International Rescue.

And now, my friend...

..to get what we came for.

On your way, my little friend.

Hey! What the...?

Mice!

I don't know what this place is coming to.

I tell you, there was a mouse in here.

Yeah, Yeah. He was wearing a top hat and tails Cut it out, Collins.

Now. Let's see what we've managed to collect.

Excellent!

A very good day's work.

Of course! While I'm here,

why not destroy the atomic station?

I'll bring out International Rescue.

Then their secrets will be mine for the taking.

Alan. What's wrong? It's an emergency. An emergency!

You mean... you mean, a rescue? That's just what it is. A rescue.

Oh, you've got to let me in on it, Alan.Sure.What's happened?

It's Scott. I don't know whether we can save him.

Well? What are we waiting for?

Alert Thunderbird 1. And Thunderbird 2. Where's Jeff?

Why isn't he here?

Parker! The Rolls!

Oh, Alan, what's the procedure? I don't know it.

Why, you young rascals.

You really had me believing.

Sorry, Lady Penelope.

We just couldn't resist it. Yeah. I guess we're as bored as you.

Well, at least Scott isn't in any trouble. That's just where you're wrong.

In fact, it gave us the idea.

Grandma caught him sampling a special cake she'd baked for tonight.

Yes, ma'am. Scott really does need rescuing.

Yes. This atomic station is an ideal place

for some International Rescue heroics.

Now all we need is an accident.

Which should be easy to provide.

There's a slight drop of pressure on the number ten generator.

Yeah, it showed up on the control panel. I've adjusted it from here.

Finished the routine check? Yep. All completed.

Oh, it's fantastic, isn't it?

Not so long ago, this whole area was a desert.

And now look at it. Well, that's the idea of the scheme.

Process the sea and oceans with atomic energy into fresh water.

And then pump it out into the Earth's deserts.

And this whole section handled by just the two of us.

Yeah. Just the two of us. And one fully automated atomic station.

Ten more seconds.

Five... four...

three... two...

one.

Hey, what's happened? The controls are going crazy!

Switch to emergency control!

We can't control it! Control board five!

Wade! Look at control board five!

Sabotage! Nothing else can explain it. It must be sabotage!

The reactor's starting to race. I've seen this happen before.

Last year in Australia. The station blew up.

Let's get out of here! No, wait. I've seen what can happen.

In two hours' time, the explosion.

Then a radioactive cloud drifting halfway across Africa.

We can't count on a wind saving us this time.

What are we going to do? What CAN we do?

There's just a slight chance...

They weren't operating before.

But now... Didn't you hear me?

What are we going to do? Do? Call International Rescue.

All right, Thunderbirds.

We're waiting for you.

So we estimate that the reactor will destroy the atomic station

in one and three quarter hours.

International Rescue. Can you hear us?

Are you receiving our message?

International Rescue to Saharan Station.

We picked up your emergency call.

That's the situation. If the reactor explodes,

the radioactivity will do unthinkable damage.

Radio the station, John. Tell 'em help is on its way.

I heard the call. Hey, what's happened? Hold it, Scott.

Brains? What do we need?

Well, the big problem is gonna be the uh...

the sea water intake.

It'll... it'll have to be cut off underwater.

Sounds like a job for Thunderbird 4.

Alert Virgil and Gordon. Right. Now, Scott.

The destination's North Africa.

There's a runaway reactor in the Saharan Atomic Station.

Possible sabotage. John will fill in the details and give you the exact position

as soon as you're airborne. OK, away you go. There's very little time. Yes, sir.

Jeff? Jeff, you know how badly I want to go out on a rescue.

Yeah, but this one's too dangerous. But, Jeff, all calls -

Ah, boys. Good. Jeff!

I may not get another chance. Please.

OK, Penny. You'd better go with Virgil. Here I go.

OK, Gordon. That's the situation.

Penny? You take the passenger 'chute. Yes, sir.

This way. Away you go, Virgil.

OK, Father.

The chain reaction seems to be speeding up.

I put the information through the computer.

We've got just one hour left before the whole place goes sky high.

This is an absolutely fantastic experience.

I'm sure glad you're enjoying it, Lady Penelope.

You know, these machines of yours are quite, quite fabulous.Sure.

That's why there are people who would stop at nothing to learn our secrets.

There's one problem we haven't discussed yet.

Whoever did this to us is probably still around.

Wade. Look!

This is Thunderbird 1 to International Rescue.

Have arrived at danger zone. OK, Scott.

Report in again when you've set up. Sure. Over and out.

Thunderbird 4 to Mobile Control.

I am in position by the sea intake and awaiting further instructions.

OK, Gordon. When Virgil arrives, we'll try and get the reactor under control.

You'll have to stop that water coming through the intake at the exact second.

Otherwise we'll all go up. Mobile Control from Thunderbird 4.

F-A-B. Standing by.

How long have we got?

The reactor's running away.

International Rescue? You've got just 20 minutes.

Thunderbird 2 to Mobile Control. I'm coming in to land. Hurry it up, Virgil!

At last.

They've all arrived. Now.

Go and get me those photographs.

I'm gonna join Scott. You stay here and keep radio contact open, Lady Penelope.

F-A-B. But if you want me to help inside,

don't hesitate to ask.

Hadn't we better call them?

No, look. John's coming through from the space station.

I've just been advised of the situation.

Gordon is standing by awaiting instruction to destroy the sea intake.

Scott and Virgil have donned protective clothing

and are going into the reactor control room.

That... that means they're gonna try and

bring it under control with the... the rods.

We're now in the control cabin.

Five minutes! Did you hear that?

You've got five minutes. We heard.

Hold it, Virgil.

Two minutes. Two minutes.

That's better.

Now number five.

90 seconds.90 seconds.

Hold it. Hold it!

Thunderbird 4 from Mobile Control.

Fire missiles now!

They've done it! By Jove, they've done it!

Just listen to that silence.

I fail to see why you're still laughing, Virgil.

I just don't like mice, that's all.

OK, OK. I'll change the subject.

International Rescue, this is Thunderbird 2.

We're picking up Thunderbird 4 and returning to base.

Oh, dear. Now, I wonder where that mouse has got to.

At last I have the information I require.

And now... the secrets of International Rescue.

What? I don't believe it!

You stupid... foolish...

idiotic... failure!