All language subtitles for 19 Thunderbirds - The Imposters

Five... four...

..three... two...

..one...

Thunderbirds are go!

There it is, folks! There it is!

For the first time
in TV history,

we've rushed our cameras
to the scene of an accident

to see the Thunderbirds
International Rescue in action.

Hold on, Mr Kerr.
We're going down.

Friends, you heard the
pilot. Stay by your screen.

The first dramatic pictures will
be flashed to you in seconds.

Friends, there is the fabulous Thunderbird
craft. I'm told this rescue is routine,

so that wonderful equipment
won't be used. But does that matter?

After all, it isn't the
equipment that interests us.

No, sir! It's the
great guys who use it.

Make room for the cameras,
folks. Move back. Thank you.

Now you see what happened.

A hidden underground
well suddenly collapsed.

Before it was even
known a man was trapped,

International Rescue were on
the scene, and - What's that, Joe?

I've just heard they're
on their way up!

Don't go away. I'll see if
I can get a word with him.

- Get back. Give him some air.
- He's OK!

The phenomenal International
Rescue team has done it again!

Another human
life has been saved.

Excuse me, sir, have you
got a word for our viewers?

Sorry. You know the rules.

- No TV, no photographs.
- Yes, but...

I said no photographs!

"International Rescue does
it again"? I don't get it, Father.

Kind of strange, I agree, Scott.

But if those fellas are as dedicated
as we are, who are we to complain?

But they're using our name,
and they've copied our uniforms.

I know, Tin Tin.

Sure, it's unethical,
but is it so important?

You read the report. They saved
a life, and that's what counts.

Your father is worried, Scott,
and upset, despite what he said.

Of course he is. We all are.
Somehow it just doesn't figure.

I wish I knew what
really happened.

Well, that's it, gentlemen.
Now you know how they did it.

There's no doubt
the plan succeeded?

None. International Rescue faked
it to steal the plans of the AL-4.

They were successful.

Quiet please, gentlemen. Quiet.

This meeting's task is to decide
what course of action to take -

a course of action that must
see those plans back in our hands.

General, I still can't believe

International Rescue
would pull a stunt like this.

Come off it, Jack! We've been
taken by that outfit, and taken good.

Here's a map showing the rescues
that to our knowledge they've pulled off -

all carefully spaced
out, gentlemen.

Spaced out, so we'd get no idea
of where they're operating from,

and naturally they've always insisted
that we shouldn't try and find their base.

Quite a plan! And what fools
we were to go along with it!

Yeah, but to perfect
this plan of appearing

and striking without
raising any suspicion,

they've had to spend
millions on their machines.

- Does this make sense?
- Sure it does!

The AL-4 project, a fighter capable
of the speed of accelerated light,

cost this country 25
thousand million dollars.

Compared to that, their
set-up cost peanuts.

OK, I'll tell you
what we're gonna do.

We're organising a search force the
like of which the world has never seen.

They'll cover every inch on the
face of the globe if they have to.

We'll find those rats,
take my word for it!

- We'll find 'em.
- You're right!

This is the central office of the General
Staff Command to all search controllers.

Proceed to your
stipulated areas.

International Rescue
must be found.

Search and double-check.

Repeat: International
Rescue must be found.

Well, I guess that's it.

Yeah. We're watching
our area so well,

if a kid sends up a kite
without permission, we'll track it.

If International Rescue or
whatever they call themselves,

operate from the South Pacific, they
need only make a move and we've got 'em.

And if they don't make a
move, we'll smell them out!

I'm your World TV
reporter, Eddie Kerr,

with the latest on the traitorous
International Rescue gang of crooks.

- Traitorous crooks? How do you like that?
- I heard, Virgil.

We interviewed General Lambert,
supreme commander of the search operation.

Well, let's take a look at it.

Well, folks, this is
General Lambert.

General, I'd like to thank you .for letting
us drop in. We know you're very busy.

Yes, well, it's a pleasure,
Mr Kerr. A pleasure.

- Yeah, I bet it is!
- That's enough, Gordon.

- How's the search going?
- Well, I think I can say

that everything is on schedule.

Yes, I can definitely
say that. Categorically.

Have you any idea
where their hideout is?

Um, no, but there are more
favourable areas than others.

For example, it's
reasonable to suppose

they don't work from a
highly populated area.

Secondly, their seagoing
equipment suggests an island.

The weather is also...

We know what's going on
without having to listen to that.

What are their
chances of finding us?

They won't find us, Tin
Tin. We're too well hidden.

They'll search the island,
but that's no problem.

- What are we going to do?
- Only one thing we can do,
Scott.

Find those guys, those
impostors who stole the plan.

Meanwhile, we daren't
operate until this is cleared up.

- What if we get an emergency?
- We sit tight.

- Just ignore it?
- That's right.

But people could be dying,
depending on our help!

You must realise that we can't
help anybody in this situation.

If we attempt any activity
using International Rescue craft,

or operate in any way, we're
gonna be clapped into jail.

- Is that clear?
- Yes, sir. What's the action?

Well, first we have to find these
impostors and clear our name.

Where do we start, Father?
We've nothing to go on.

This is where our
agents come in.

As you know, we have
agents all over the world.

This map shows the network and the
territories covered by each individual.

All agents will be alerted.

Every piece of information,
however unimportant, to be radio'd in.

Lady Penelope will
leave for the States

to question eyewitnesses in case they
can throw some light on the situation.

We'll find them,
boys. We've got to.

The car awaits, madam. I'll
collect the rest of your gear.

Thank you, Parker. Pity I
couldn't take all that I wanted to.

But this is an
emergency mission.

Will passengers in the
first-class wing compartments

please fasten
their safety belts?

Oh, very nice, I
must say, m'lady.

I always think, myself, it's the
best way to travel, first class.

Worth that bit extra.

Mind you, the service isn't
quite what I would expect,

but these young fellows don't
have the training that I had.

Quite, Parker. Quite.

Mach 5.3...

height 20,000 feet.

Level off.

Difficult. It will
be very difficult.

I beg your pardon, ma'am?

Oh, nothing particular, Parker.

I just hope that one of our agents
somewhere will find something.

Now, where did
that critter get to?

Yeah, super! Reckon
that'll do for supper.

Strange. Mighty strange.

- Hi, there, Ma.
- Huh?

I kinda think this'll
be a mite tasty.

That little fella must
have taken some catching!

Reckon I'm a mite late, I had to get
up to the old mine on some business.

Business? What business?

Well, now, it ain't for me to say.
It's between me and that Mr Tracy.

- What did you see?
- Can't rightly say,

but orders were to report
anything a mite suspicious,

And it sure was suspicious.

This is Agent 47 calling
International Rescue Base.

Go ahead, Agent 47.

Thank you for your assistance in
the search of the island, Mr Tracy.

Sorry to trouble you, sir.

That's OK. I hope you
find the ones you're after.

We'll find them,
sir. Don't worry.

Message received.
Over and out, and thanks.

That's OK, young
fella. Glad to oblige.

- Have they gone, Father?
- Yes, but they'll be back.

More messages, Alan?

This is from Agent 47.
Sounded sort of hillbilly.

47? Oh, 47! Jeremiah.
Yeah, he's a hillbilly all right!

- Who the heck's that?
- Oh, he's quite a character!

Met him when I was in the
service. he worked in the base.

Straight as they
come, is Jeremiah.

- So you made him an agent?
- Yeah, he guessed
about my plans,

and what I hoped to do one day.

When he asked to help, how could I
refuse? What does he say, anyway?

Aircraft tyre tracks.
Hm. Open country?

Could be an aircraft
made a forced landing.

Not much to go on.
File it, son. No action.

- What's on your mind, Ma?
- I was just wondering

if there's anything
on at that old mine.

I was wondering the
same thing myself.

This is the best hideout
I ever had, Jenkins!

Yeah, for the best deal.

We make a fortune and
International Rescue take the rap.

Kinda tough on
those guys, though.

Yeah. I'm eating my heart out

OK, so we found nothing.
We knew it wouldn't be easy.

We'll just divide this
map and start again.

For the security of the world,

International Rescue
have got to be found!

That's no good. The fault
goes right through the circuit.

We'll have to work on the
antennae outside as well.

I don't like the idea of telling
the general we're off air,

but I guess the quicker I get over
it, the better it'll be for my ulcers.

Search Control from
Space Observatory-3.

Search Control from Space
Observatory-3, come in, please.

This is Search Control.
S-03. Go ahead.

Tracking device ZK0
has developed a fault.

We are non-operational
as of now.

Schedules show you monitoring
South Pacific area. Check?

Check. South Pacific area and
bordering land masses. Over.

How long do you
need for repairs?

Three to four hours, at least.

That was a message
I picked up, Dad.

The space station watching the Pacific
for us has closed down for four hours.

Thanks, John. It doesn't
make much difference.

If we did take off
without being discovered

they'd track us
on the return trip.

Yeah, just thought
I'd let you know.

Sure. Keep listening. You
may hear something to help us.

OK. How's it going down there?

We're ploughing through
the agents' reports,

- hoping for a lead.
- I wish you luck!

Well, at least we're not
the only ones with troubles.

They'll be off air
for four hours?

That's the message, sir. Tracking
device ZK0 has broken down.

Don't just stand there! Get
them on the radio! I'll talk to them!

OK, that's it.

I'll start with the
antennae and work back.

Yeah, I'll do the
same from this end.

SO-3 from Search Control.

SO-3 from Search
Control. Come in, please.

This is Space Observatory-3.
Go ahead, Search Control.

General Lambert for you.

Lambert here. Now, listen to me.

I want that space station operational
in the shortest possible time -

if not sooner. Is that clear?

Yes, sir. Elliott's about to
go out through the airlock.

Get to it! Call me
back when it's fixed.

Right. Let's get started.

- You ready, then?
- Yeah, yeah, I'm ready.

OK. I'm at the antennae.

How does it look? Can you tell?

Yeah, it looks like it's
gonna be a long job.

All right. Don't rush it. Better use your
tie ropes. And double-check them, too.

- Tie ropes double-checked.
- OK. Fine.

We don't want you drifting off
into space. Call me if you want me.

I'm gonna make a start in here.

As I was saying, Mr Kerr

my readers in England
are as intrigued as you are.

I guess we're all outraged
by those... those rats.

International Rescue are
certainly a dirty word here!

Quite. Well, thank you for all the
information on the so-called rescue.

You say that afterwards
the two, er, rats

left in their
International Rescue jet?

Yeah, heading south-south-west.

South-south-west. Good.

Well, thank you so much.
You've been too kind.

It's been a pleasure,
ma'am. A real pleasure.

- Now, how about some lunch?
- Thank you, but no.

I'm afraid I've got to pass
this information on to my chief.

After the rescue the impostors went
in a south-south-westerly direction.

Probably a blind, but
they wouldn't divert too far.

I checked weather reports.
North and east are out.

What sort of jet was that again?

Eddie Kerr wasn't
certain. Probably an EJ-2.

That's not long-range.
1,000 miles at most.

So the impostors couldn't
have had far to go to their base.

It's not much to go on,

but it suggests we'd best
concentrate our attention on this area.

- Which agent covers the area?
- 47.

47! Hey, Alan, didn't we have
something from Jeremiah Tuttle?

Yes, he reported seeing some
aircraft tracks. Remember?

Yes, I do. Right, Penny, tell
Parker to stand by with the Rolls.

- You have another mission.
- Right.

Ain't that there the
emergency call sign, Jeremiah?

Sure is. That's
why I'm rushing, Ma.

Go right ahead, Mr Tracy.

Your report, Jeremiah,
about the aircraft tracks.

Looks like there may
be something in it.

I'm sending our
London agent to see you.

That's decent of you. We don't
have many visitors around these parts.

Her name is Lady Penelope.

Please give her all the help you
can to investigate those tracks.

T'ain't trouble,
is it, Jeremiah?

Reckon it might be just that.

Help me get the chickens out
of the truck. We're gonna need it.

Hale, how are you going?
I've finished out here.

Had to strip it right down, Elliot.
There's still around two hours' work.

- Stand by the airlock.
- Sure.

Ah!

What did you say?
Anything wrong?

No, I just lost a spanner,
that's all. I'm coming in now.

Aagh!

Enjoying the ride, Ma?

Can't say as I am. What do
you want to drive so fast for?

At last! A clear road! No road-hogs
in the way of my beautiful wagon.

All right, baby, here we go.

That's my baby! That's my baby!

Dang it, we're gonna be
late meeting Lady Penelope!

Sorry, Ma, but I'll have
to use the supercharger.

Wowee! This is
really living it up!

What's the matter with
this? Get out of the way!

I don't believe it!

I just don't believe it!

We're nearing the appointed
rendezvous with 47, m'lady.

Thank you, Parker. He'll lead us to
his home and we'll make our plans there.

Right, m'lady.

There was nothing I could do. Elliott
just shot off into space like a rocket.

His suit will protect
him from the radiation,

but he only has
three hours of oxygen.

No chance of getting him
back with the Retrofac?

None. He moved too fast. I
tried the scanners before I called.

He'll be registering on it somewhere,
but so are thousands of meteorites.

His only chance
is a rocket launch.

Listen, Hale. You know how long
it would take to get a ship there!

Yes, sir. It's ironic, but
only International Rescue...

International Rescue!

- Remember what
this is all about!
- Yes, sir.

How long before
that satellite will work?

- An hour, sir.
- Then get working!

Elliott gave his life for
the success of this detail.

I'm gonna make
sure it wasn't in vain.

Message received. Thanks, John.

He's got just three
hours up there.

We've gotta do
something, Father!

Alan, what can we do?

Unless Penelope comes up with
something, we can't make a move.

I don't really have to say
this, but a man's life is at stake.

That's right, Scott,
a man. One man.

If we're put out of business, it
could be 500 over the coming months.

Snap out of it, boys. I feel
the same as you. Worse.

But we can't help him.

Right. Then that's our plan.

I kinda figured, as I know
the area, you'd let me handle it.

Sorry, Jeremiah, but I
want this one all to myself.

Come on, Parker.

I don't rightly reckon they'll
get far in that fancy buggy.

No, they sure won't!

What's the matter, Parker?

Bogged down by the
mud, I'm afraid, m'lady.

Never mind. We can
get to the mine on foot.

- Parker!
- Sorry, m'lady!

That must be the hundredth
time you've done that. I'll lead.

Yes, ma'am.

Oh, no!

In trouble, m'lady?

Oh, never mind! Come on, Parker.

Oh!

It's ten after three. That guy
has less than two hours to live.

Hale!

Hale! Can you hear me?

One, two, three,

four, five...

Hello? Hello!

Is this line still open?

Yes, sir. Still open.

Hale, are you operational yet?

Won't be long now, sir.

All right, boys. Alan, Scott
- we're going after him.

- The search is still on.
- I'm well aware of that.

But it's just feasible
Penelope may clear us in time.

If not, we'll take
things as they come.

The thing that matters is, we're the
only ones with any hope of saving him.

- Alan, take Scott with you.
- Sure.

We've left it late, but
do your best to save him.

OK, away you go.

Stand by for blast-off.

Lift-off.

Sector Four reports
unidentified rocket launch.

- Did they get a bearing?
- No, sir. It didn't register
till it was two miles up.

I can't believe it's International
Rescue, but watch it anyway.

Yes, sir.

They'd have pinpointed that launch
site if the satellite had been with us.

Better switch on the tracking
equipment. We're in the area.

Yeah, there's the station now.

I know it's hard
to believe, sir,

but International Rescue
are going after Elliott!

This must be the craft
we picked up earlier.

I don't get it, sir. I thought
we'd seen the last of them.

There's nothing to get, Hale.
They've got the equipment,

and it looks like one of them's
got a conscience, that's all.

This changes nothing. They're still
criminals. Track them into their base.

We'll be waiting. How
long do you need?

I can start tracking
in ten minutes.

Elliott calling Observa... tory!

Elliott... calling...
Observatory!

Come in... Hale!

Try increasing the range.

I'll try, but we may
pick up so many trails

we won't know which is Elliott.

- There! Did you see?
- Yeah.

A flicker of interference,
then the picture broke up.

I got a rough bearing.
Let's get closer.

OK, Scott.

- You were right, Alan!
- Try it on vision.

There he is!

What are we waiting
for? Let's go and get him!

A few hours, and the plane
will be back with the buyer.

That's it, Corella. And it'll take good
American dollars to buy this little lot.

They can keep
their foreign money.

This must be it, m'lady.

We've got them cornered
all right. I'll fire a warning shot.

Oh, no!

Parker! Why did I
ever come here?

Why? Look at all this
mud! It's everywhere!

There's someone out
there. Get the rifles.

Not so loud, m'lady. If they
are in there, they'll hear you.

Oh, Parker, why, why didn't
I let those... hillbillies do this?

Hey, look! Two of them!

Guess I'll shoot first,
and ask questions after.

Guess it's time I
took a hand, Ma.

You'd better come on
out and give yourselves up!

Jeremiah! We thought
someone was firing at us!

They got us hemmed in, Jenkins!

Maybe, but we don't
give up that easy.

Come and get us, wise guy!

Oh dear. They're going to
make a fight of it, Jeremiah.

Yup, kind of looks that way.

Pass me those cans of beans, Ma.

Beans? But this
is no time to eat!

Eat? I guess you ain't heard
about Ma's beans, ma'am.

They got us pinned
down now. OK, you win!

Let's get out of here!

Yes, sir! I understand, sir.

Very good, sir.

The search is
cancelled as of now.

I haven't got the
fully story yet,

I've received my orders
direct from the White House.

International Rescue are cleared.
They're to be given all co-operation.

- Pretty good.
- Yeah, pretty good.

Space Observatory 3 to Search
Control. I'm about to start tracking.

Hale, you'll do nothing of the sort.
International Rescue are cleared!

- Switch off your equipment!
- Yes, sir.

This is where we
say goodbye, Elliott.

Yeah. I know I keep saying
it, but you guys saved my life.

Thanks, and...
well, it's just great

- that you guys are cleared.
- You can say that again.

That call from base
sure lifted a lot of worries!

Well, there's no one better
qualified than me to say,

it's terrific to see International
Rescue back in business!