All language subtitles for 23 Thunderbirds - The Dutchess Assignment

Five...

four

three...

two...

one.

Thunderbirds are go.

Six, noir. Six, black.

Beg pardon, m'lady.

It's all right, Parker. This
doesn't seem to be your night.

I'm going to take over.
Twelve, red, please.

Yus, m'lady.

Messieurs, dames,
faites vos jeux.

Place your bets, please.

- After all, it is my money.
- Yus, m'lady.

Rien ne va plus.
Rien ne va plus.

Twelve, red... Twelve,
red... Twelve, red.

Oh, dear! I wanted
seventeen, black.

That makes 750,000 I've lost.

- Are you sure
you're not mistaken?
- Positive, madame.

Oh, never mind. I'll
make it up this time.

Good heavens! It's the Duchess of
Royston. I haven't seen her for years.

Douze, rouge. Twelve, red.

But... But, m'lady,
it's... It's your win.

Your winnings, madame.

- Sit in for me,
will you, Parker?
- Oh, yus, m'lady.

Seventeen, black...
Seventeen, black...

Oh, come on,

seventeen, black...

Dix-huit, rouge. Eighteen, red.

Oh, dear, dear, dear!
What have I done?

This lady's so stupid, she can't
even see that the table's fixed.

Why, Penelope, what
a delightful surprise!

I'm doing rather badly, I fear.

So I see.

That looks like a
desperate measure.

Oh, Penelope, dear,
I'm a desperate woman.

All I've got left
now is my painting.

My precious Picasso painting.

Thank goodness
I left that at home.

Otherwise, I'd be
gambling it away too!

Picasso. Did you hear that?

Yeah. This
character's a walkover.

But tell me, Deborah, how
have you been keeping?

- Rien ne va plus.
- Shh, dear!

Seventeen, black.
Seventeen, black.

Seventeen, black.
Seventeen, black.

Quatorze, rouge. Fourteen, red.

Oh, dear, Penelope! Now
I've really lost everything!

Every penny.

Just a moment, monsieur.

This table is fixed.

Parker?

I beg your pardon, madame,
but you are mistaken.

I saw it with my own eyes.

Not so fast, mon ami!

The game's up, mon ami.

And we've got
witnesses to prove it.

- What are you talking about?
- Those tables downstairs
are fixed.

- Don't try to deny it.
- What if they are?

Can't we come to
some understanding?

Er... understanding?

But, of course! You too
are human, I presume?

- Parker?
- In 'ere, m'lady.

I'm afraid he got away,
m'lady, and he took his money,

I regret to say.

And I'm afraid to say I lost the
Duchess when they threw the lights.

- Let's get after him.
- Yus, m'lady.

Quick!

That's 'im, m'lady!

Yes, and it looks as if he's got
the croupier with him. Come on!

They will never catch us now.

You'd better prepare,
Parker, just in case.

Quite, m'lady.

I can see them
just ahead, m'lady.

It looks as if they're
gaining on us.

Never mind. I shall
be ready for them.

Pathetic, isn't it, m'lady?

Quite, Parker. Now
try to get his tyres first.

We may as well attempt
to reason with them.

It's no good, m'lady, there
are too many bends in the road.

Never mind, Parker.

C'est fantastique! This
automobile of theirs is impenetrable.

We're nearly there.

Well, that appears
to be that, m'lady.

- We've lost 'em.
- Oh, dear. How tiresome.

Never mind. Let's
go and console the

Duchess. I expect she's
staying at The Grand.

No, madame. I am afraid that the
Duchess is no longer staying with us.

She checked out this evening.

Oh, I am sorry to hear that.
Any idea how I can trace her?

Yes, madame.

Royston Castle, England.

It appears we're
too late, m'lady.

Oh, dear. Poor Deborah.

So she wasn't joking, after all.

- M'lady?
- When she said
she'd lost everything.

I wish there was something
we could do to help her.

I'm glad Jeff's coming
over for the air display.

Perhaps he'll think of
something. Rescues are his forte.

Just where has that
son of mine got to?

I can't seem to
find him anywhere.

Well, Mrs Tracy, the
last time I saw him,

he was carrying that big parcel that
came for him through the post today.

- You mean the one
with the Savile Row label?
- Yes, that's the one.

He's certainly taking his visit to
the London air display seriously.

The... rain in Spain...

..stays mainly...

in the plain.

Oh, bang on! Jolly good show!

Oh, bang on! Jolly good show!

- How am I doing, Penny?
- Oh... splendidly, Jeff.

This is what I've been wanting
to see, it's the new carrier craft.

I say!

Isn't that a bit close?

I say, old boy, what do you make
of that? Dashed clever, what?

Oh, well done! Remarkable!

Look, Percy, they're
not finished yet.

- What are they going to do,
Jeff?
- Just wait and see.

It's the pilot. I guess the other machine
is going to guide the two of them down.

Absolutely first class!

First class.

That's all very well, Percy,
but International Rescue

are doing this sort
of thing all the time.

They ought to have
them on display.

Oh, Jeff, must you fly
off to New York tomorrow?

I'm afraid so, Penny. All good
things have to come to an end.

What are you gonna show me now?

Well, Jeff, this is an exhibition
of art of the last century.

You see, I promised an old friend
of mine that I would come along.

Poor Duchess of Royston, she's
fallen on rather hard times, I'm afraid.

Gee, I'm sorry to hear
that. What went wrong?

Well, she went to the South of France
to try and corner the market there.

- But the stakes
were rather against her.
- What a shame.

- Anything we can do?
- Oh, Jeff,
if only there were.

She's had to lend her last
precious possession to the gallery

to try and recoup a few of
her losses. That's it over there.

Portrait of a
Gazelle by Picasso.

Gazelle!

Portrait of a Gazelle?

- I think I've got it,
Penelope.
- What do you mean, Jeff?

I think I know how we can help
the Duchess out of her difficulties.

There's someone in New
York I've got to go and see.

Good morning. Welcome
to the Gazelle Building.

Whom did you wish to see?

I have an appointment
with Mr Wilbur Dandridge III.

Thank you.

One moment, please.

That is correct.

You are Mr Jeff Tracy.
Kindly take a seat.

The voice you are listening to

is the product of Gazelle
Automated Secretaries.

The elevator you are
travelling in is manufactured

by Gazelle Elevators
Incorporated.

Thank you.

- You're welcome.
- What?!

Jeff Tracy!

Where have you been all these
years? Come on in, take a seat.

That's some elevator
you've got there.

You haven't seen anything yet.

At Gazelle Enterprises we've
got everything automated.

- How about a cigarette?
- All right, then. Thanks.

Thanks!

Now, er... how
about a drink, Tracy?

- What are you gonna have?
- I'll have a whisky... on the rocks.

No problem.

- Here's mud
in your automated eye!
- Good health, Tracy.

Oh, er... is that sun
too bright for you?

I can soon fix that!

Oh, er... darn it! I must get
that blind fixed some time.

What was this you were telling
me about a portrait of a gazelle?

Knowing your fondness for gazelles,
I thought you might be interested.

Interested?! I'm fascinated!
Where can I see it?

It just so happens I have
a reproduction of it here.

Portrait of a Gazelle.

Oh...

it's sensational!

Look, Tracy, I've just
got to have this picture.

Portrait of a Gazelle.

I tell you, this could be the symbol
of the whole Gazelle organisation!

That was, er,
what I had figured.

But you know, Dandridge, the
Duchess may not want to sell.

She'll sell, all right.

Portrait of a Gazelle.

It's a gem... A perfect gem.

Now, I don't know much
about art, but I know what I like.

This is sensational!

Do you agree, Lady Penelope?

Oh, yes. It's a good
example of his middle period.

It's an honour really to
have it inside my home.

Oh, Penelope, dear,
it's so sweet of you

to look after it for me now
that the exhibition is over.

Well, let's have tea, shall we?

475,000.

I beg your pardon. I
don't quite understand.

Duchess...

I mean, Your Grace.

I'm offering you £475,000
for the sale of the painting.

Sale?!

But, my dear Mr Dandridge, I'm
afraid the picture's not on the market.

Not on the market?

Er, thank you,
Parker. Kindly pass the

cucumber sandwiches to
the Duchess of Royston.

Yus, m'lady.

Now, now, Your Grace,
you can't frighten me off.

I know a good
investment when I see one.

I've set my heart on that
painting, and I aim to have it.

Oh, Mr Dandruff...

Dandridge.

I beg your pardon.
I do hope I'm not

casting aspersions on
your business ability,

but the offer you have made
seems so disproportionate...

Cucumber sandwiches,
how delicious!

Very well, Your Grace.

You drive a hard bargain, but
I'm willing to advance my figure.

I will give you £600,000
for the painting.

No, thank you, Mr Dandruff.

That picture

is a precious family heirloom,
and I could not bare to part with it.

I came all the way from the
United States for that painting.

Why don't we drink our tea and try
to find a good old British compromise?

A solution that would
make both of you happy.

For example, the Duchess
would be perfectly willing, I'm sure,

to let Mr Dandridge have the painting
for, say, six months on a rent basis.

- Rent?!
- Rent?!

Um...

well...

Say! That's a great idea!

Will all passengers on the
Fireflash flight 681 to New York City

kindly join their hostess in two
minutes at walkway number three?

Number three! Do you suppose
that's a lucky number or not?

Now, now, Deborah, that will do.

I've got a going-away present
for you that'll give you luck.

Oh, Penelope! How sweet!

- What is it?
- It's a St Christopher.

If you wear it, you'll
have a safe journey.

Parker's seeing to the
loading of the painting,

so you should have
nothing to worry about.

Mr Dandridge's car will
meet you at the other end.

Thank you for bearing
with me, Penelope, dear.

I must appear sometimes
like an eccentric old woman,

but that painting
really is precious to me,

and I would feel happier if I took
it over to Mr Dandridge in person.

I understand.

The Duchess of Royston?
We're ready for you now.

Oh, thank you! Thank you.

Goodbye, Penelope, dear.

Goodbye, Deborah. Don't
forget to wear the brooch.

I won't, dear, I won't. And
I mustn't forget this either.

Fare thee well, dear!

Through the sound barrier.

Mach 1.2, 40,000 feet.

Mach - 2.8, 2.9.

Mach - 3...

Mach - 5.3...

Height, 200,000 feet. Level off.

So nice of Penelope
to give me this.

Oh, how pretty!

There she goes!

It'll be nice just to keep a
check on the Duchess's progress.

Quite, m'lady.

I'm sure Mr Dandridge will give her
a great welcome to the New World.

All right, Hendrix, you'd better
push off down to the airport.

The Duchess's aircraft should
be coming in pretty soon.

- OK, Mr Dandridge.
- Oh, er, Hendrix?

Yes, Mr Dandridge?

Don't forget the cheque
I made out for her.

- I've got it right here,
Mr Dandridge.
- It'll show we mean business.

- Just in case
she changes her mind.
- See you later, sir.

That takes care of him!

That uniform of his is
going to fit me perfectly.

Yeah! It's going to be a
cinch to get the Duchess.

There it is, dear. That case
and that hatbox are mine too.

OK, lady.

- The, er, Duchess of Royston?
- You must be
Mr Dandridge's chauffeur.

That's right. Can
I carry your bags?

Say... is that the painting?

Um, yes.

But there was a certain...

arrangement.

You mean this?

The Duchess has
reached New York all right.

Yus, m'lady. In fact, 'er Grace is
already moving away from the city.

You're right.

I hope everything's
going according to plan.

- Is this Central Park?
- No, madam, we're
not going to New York City.

And why not, pray?

Because Mr Dandridge asked for
you to be taken to his country house.

I don't like it.

The arrangement was for Mr Dandridge
to take the Duchess to his New York office

to watch the hanging
of the painting.

Get him on the
videophone, please.

At once, m'lady.

Are we there?

Is this Mr Dandridge's
country house?

Yes. This is Mr Dandridge's
country house, all right.

Lady Penelope, what a coincidence.
I was about to contact you.

Mr Dandridge, the plans have
gone wrong. Where is the Duchess?

I regret to say I don't know.

My chauffeur was to bring her
here, but they're terribly overdue.

Mr Dandridge, I regret to say that
she must have been kidnapped.

Kidnapped? But how
could that possibly...?

Parker!

Something's happened.
We've been cut off.

.And the Duchess's signal
has led deep into the country.

She's been intercepted by
someone posing as the chauffeur.

Right, Penny, don't
worry. We'll find her.

- Scott?
- OK, Father, I'm on my way.

I'll get John to trace the
exact course of the signal.

Then he'll contact you
when you're airborne.

F-A-B.

Virgil, take off
in Thunderbird 2.

There's no knowing what
may be in store for the Duchess.

Right, Father.

.Jeff, Parker's reported that
the signal has stopped moving.

That'll make it easier for
John to get a precise fix.

Launching A-OK, Father.

Now we'll see how soon John
can get a fix on the Duchess.

Thunderbirds 1 and
2 from Thunderbird 5.

- Loud and clear.
- What's the verdict?

She's at map reference
alpha zeta 9, beta beta 4.

Thanks, John, we're on our way.

Gee... That's a lonely spot.

OK, lady, this is
where I take a powder.

Before you leave me here, please
tell me what it is you want from me.

If it's the painting you
want, you can take it.

Don't worry, lady,
we've taken it.

I gave it to my buddy at the airport
when you were changing your currency.

You will never
get away with this.

Oh, yes, we will. Just like those crooks
at the casino got away with your dough.

So that's where I've
seen you, at the casino.

I thought I'd seen
your face before.

What's that smell? It's gas!

Yes, it's gas, all right. So I shouldn't
go striking matches, if I were you.

Otherwise there could be
a rather nasty explosion.

So long.

Oh, dear...

Oh, dear. What
will become of me?

Thunderbird 5 from Thunderbird 1.
What's the latest signal from the Duchess?

Still the same.

The transmitter is still
signalling from the same location.

We can only hope she's
still wearing the brooch,

that the signal isn't
leading us into a trap.

Oh, dear. That gas, it's
leaking all over the place.

Somehow...

I've got to get out of here.

I've... I've...

..got to get out of here.

I think I can see the place where
the Duchess is transmitting from.

It's a pretty solitary spot.

- Father!
- What's happened, Scott?

Yes, Scott, she's
still transmitting.

Well, I'm going in to land now. I only
hope there's something we can do.

The Duchess of Royston's
representative to see you, sir,

with the Portrait of a Gazelle.

The painting?

That's impossible!

Oh, yeah, I get it. All
right, he can come up.

Get the police over here
right away, Miss Godolphin.

I think we've caught the
guy who took the painting.

I'll try to keep him talking.

Very good, Mr
Dandridge. I understand.

Good evening, Mr Dandridge. I
represent the Duchess of Royston

and I am here to
deliver the painting

and collect the second instalment of
the payment in cash, as was agreed.

Quite. As agreed.

Um... Miss Godolphin,

would you be so good as to send in the
cash payment for the Duchess's painting?

Certainly, Mr Dandridge. By the
way, that other matter is now in hand.

- Thank you.
- What other matter?

Now, can I see the
painting, please?

Oh... splendid! That's the
Portrait of a Gazelle, all right.

And here comes your money.

Miss Godolphin is so efficient.

All right, you, put
your hands up!

Oh! Oh!

The painting!

Oh... the painting!

Virgil!

I've traced the Duchess to the cellar.
There's a signal from below ground.

Virgil, we're gonna
need the Mole.

- We've got to get into
the cellar now.
- F-A-B.

OK, Virgil, here's your brief:
Course - 079 degrees, angle - 30.

- F-A-B.
- I'm gonna get
the restraining outfit.

When that wall goes over, the
basement won't stand the weight.

Oh, dear. I shall
never get out alive.

- How's it going, Virgil?
- No snags so far.

Provided I can hold that wall.

Virgil, you've gotta hurry it up! That
wall's gonna give way any moment.

It's the soil. There seems to be
a vein of solid rock down here.

This heat, it's fantastic!

What on earth is that?!

Oh, dear. What can this be?

Aaargh!

Quickly! This way.

Virgil, hurry it up! This
wall's going over any moment

- and I can't sustain it
any longer.
- OK, we're on our way up.

This is Scott calling the
Mole. Virgil, are you all right?

Scott calling base.
Scott calling base.

Go ahead, Scott.

Virgil was on his way up with the Duchess,
but the whole building's gone over.

Now I can't get any reply.
Either his radio's smashed,

or he's in a bad way down there.

Is the Duchess's
signal still registering?

Yes, Father, it is, but I can't
tell whether it's moving or not.

- Stand by, in case
Virgil needs any help.
- Yes, Father.

If only we could have known more
in advance about the conditions.

Yeah, we'd have taken
all the fire-fighting gear.

Please, don't blame yourselves.

If you'd waited any longer, it would have
been too late to attempt a rescue anyway.

Father! The Mole's
surfaced again.

But was he in time
to save the Duchess?

Do you know, Penelope, the property
development company backed out

when the project was dropped,

and the agent just
could not sell my home.

Oh, dear. You were rather
relying on that, weren't you?

But, Penelope,
it was ideal, dear.

- I was able
to buy back my home.
- I don't understand.

- With Mr Dandridge's cheque,
dear.
- Well, Deborah...

- I'm afraid I've got sad news
about...
- Now, Penelope!

You're not to depress me, dear.

I've been rescued by those romantic
young men from International Rescue.

And the FBI have got the man who
impersonated Mr Dandridge's chauffeur.

And Interpol have arrested the men
who were running that crooked casino.

And I'm going to get
back all the money I lost.

So don't spoil my day, dear!

Mr Dandridge!

Your Grace... I'm, er,
glad to see you so well...

How nice of you to come
all this way to see me.

The truth is, Your Grace,

I have some rather sad
news about the Gazelle picture.

Indeed?

Yeah, I'm afraid so. The brutal
truth is that the picture is destroyed.

And it was my fault.

Destroyed, Mr Dandridge?
Are you positive?

I'm afraid so, Your Grace.

Here, Penelope.

Open that for me, like
a good girl, would you?

The truth is that I have
news for you, Mr Dandridge.

This is the Portrait of
a Gazelle by Picasso.

Then it was a copy that
I accidentally destroyed?

Precisely!

If you will kindly oblige me with
the second half of the loan payment,

the picture is yours for the
next six months, as agreed.

Pardon the intrusion, but
there's a glossy magazine

on the videophone
for Your Grace.

They want the rights to your
life story. Is £635,000 enough?

Tell them I'll take
£650,000, nothing less.

- Very good, Your Grace.
- And, Parker...

what about the 3:30?

Bad news, I'm afraid.

The 3:30 was won by Desperate
Intruder, a rank outsider.

Oh, dear.

What a pity. Still, I just
know my luck is changing.

Once I'm up and about again, Penelope,
there's a little trip I want to take.

Oh, yes? And where to, Deborah?

Come on! Fifteen, black!

Come on! Fifteen, black.