All language subtitles for 27 Thunderbirds - Atlantic Inferno

Thunderbirds are go!

Your Ladyship, you've done
it. We can't thank you enough

for coming all this
way to open the pass.

It was my pleasure, Sir Harry. A little
excitement is welcome now and again.

Now it's time for a
real celebration party.

Lady Penelope, come
down to the base canteen.

That's very kind, Sir Harry, but
Parker will be waiting with FAB1.

I want to get to my little
farm before nightfall.

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

You're most kind, Sir Harry, and I do
hope your project is a tremendous success,

because I know how
important it is to you.

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

Well, I'll say goodbye, Sir Harry,
and thank you for inviting me.

Thank you, Your Ladyship. Next
time, you'll have to stop for a few beers.

Ahem! Sorry to
hurry you, m'lady,

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

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

So long, Your
Ladyship. Keep in touch.

Now, the first thing I must do is
call Jeff Tracy. I have a little idea.

Lady Penelope calling
International Rescue headquarters.

Go ahead, Penny.
How's Australia looking?

I've just blown up a mountain.

You've done what?

Don't worry! I opened a project. They're
building a road through the mountains.

I'm now going on to my farm.

An idea has occurred to
me. It concerns you, Jeff.

What's on your mind, Penny?

As far as I can remember you haven't
had a vacation in at least 18 months.

- Yeah, but - - I think you
should join me here in Australia

and spend a few days on my farm.

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

Now, when can I expect you?

It's not that simple, Penny. An emergency
call could come through at any time.

I've got to organise
things here.

But we'll be here, Dad,
and we know the procedure.

Yes, Father, I agree with Lady
Penelope. It's time you had a rest.

What is this, a plot to get rid of
me? I tell you I don't need a rest.

You see, Jeff? The
boys agree with me.

I'll expect you at my farm
this evening. I insist you come.

How d'ya like that?
She closed down on me!

- Maybe you got her mad. She
was thinking of you, you know.
- Yes, she was trying to help.

I know, and It was a great thought, but
you boys realise the problems, don't you?

Well, Alan, Tin-Tin, you understand
that I have to be here, don't you?

Sure, Dad. Now, if you'll excuse us,
Tin-Tin and I are going to play tennis.

Gordon, Brains...

It's not that I don't want to go.
It's in case of an emergency.

OK, I'll go to Australia. I'll take a
vacation if that's what you all want!

That's great, Dad. Forget
International Rescue.

I'll help my father to
pack your bags, Mr Tracy.

Who's going to take
your place, Dad?

That's got to be you,
Scott, you're the eldest.

That's swell of you
guys to put me in the

hot seat, but my job
is flying Thunderbird 1.

Hold on, boys. I'm still giving the orders
around here. I haven't gone yet, you know!

Scott, you're next in line,
so you'll have my place.

Virgil will remain in
charge of Thunderbird 2,

and Gordon Thunderbird 4.

That only leaves you, Alan, but John's
only just gone to the space station.

I've got to handle
Thunderbird 1?

It's the obvious choice. Only rarely do we
have to use Thunderbirds 1 and 3 together.

You'll control whichever
craft is required.

That figures, Alan.
You're used to speed.

Yes, you take over my old job!

That's settled, then. 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 vacation.

Gee, that's great, Dad. It's
about time you had a rest.

Yeah, well, before I hand over to
Scott, I want to know if everything's OK.

Nothing much happening
to concern us, Father.

Just the World Navy are
on an exercise in the Atlantic.

- Prepare to commence gyropedo
explosive tests.
- Aye-aye, sir.

Target vessel
moving to area red.

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

Yes, sir. No more
cat-and-mouse games.

Our vessels will be able to
attack fast and with power.

Right, put atom sub
Reaper on standby.

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

- On course and steady, sir.
- OK, Lieutenant, dive!

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

Tracy to Base Control. Airborne.

Remember, Scott,
keep me informed.

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

OK, Scott, so long.

I thought Dad would change
his mind at the last minute.

He sure worries about us.

But you can understand it, he's
never left us on our own before.

OK, Scott, you're in charge,
what's your first decision?

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

Thunderbird 5 from International
rescue. Come in, John.

International Rescue from
Thunderbird 5. Hi, Scott. What's wrong?

- Nothing, John.
- Why the call then, Scott?

Er... I just wondered
how things were.

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

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

Seascape drilling
rig, from World

Navy flagship, Atlantic.
Please acknowledge.

Seascape here.
Receiving you five by five.

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

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

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

I don't like the sound
of what you just said.

All the explosions will
be beneath the surface.

Of the 40 rigs in the
area yours is the nearest.

There's no chance of any danger.

I hope you're right! Ending
transmission. Darned navy!

Always bellyaching about the
number of new rigs going up,

but we can't protest
about their explosions.

Gyropedoes one
and two at ready, sir.

Right. Approaching
radio-control target vessel,

bearing seven... five... eight.

Contact. Away both.
Seek and destroy.

Number one is
moving off course, sir.

Correct by remote, Lieutenant.

Second strike,
negative. Kill it, Captain.

You heard, Lieutenant,
destroy by remote.

I can't, sir. No response.

She's a maverick!

- Scott, the missile exploded
on the seabed.
- What's the navy reaction?

A lot of people are hopping mad,
but it seems there's no danger.

Well, that's something.

Yeah, but it caused
havoc with the ocean.

The water's still boiling if Hooper
on the Seascape is anything to go by.'

Alert all rig personnel!
Get the pumps going.

All crew to storm
stations! Amber alert.

Make fast storm anchors!
Increase ballast stabilisers!

Raise the rig ten feet.

Bonga Bonga from Jeff Tracy.
Permission to land requested.

Come in, Bonga Bonga.
Approaching from north-east.

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 animals on that station.

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

OK, Parker.

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

I had the sweeper out
as soon as we got here.

Great. I'll be with you
in two minutes, then.

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

I'm sure it's faulty.

Yes, Parker, what is it?

M'lady, Mr Tracy has landed.

Yes, Parker, I heard him.
I'll come straight away.

- Ah, Penny! It sure is good
to see you again.
- Thank you, Jeff.

I'm so pleased
you could get away.

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

And Tin-Tin and Kyrano?

That reminds me, I'd better call
them and tell them I've arrived.

Jeff, the reason I invited you
here was that you need a rest.

Now, I'll allow you
to make this one call,

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

I'd be happier checking in.

It's quite probable that
Scott and the boys are in bed.

No, if I know Scott
he will be wide awake.

Scott, this is your father.
How are things with you?

Great, Dad. No problems.

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

OK, Scott, but get some
rest, and take it easy. So long.

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. Guess the guys on the rig are glad!

Well, Kravitz,
the swell's settled.

Imagine those navy
guys letting that happen!

It's bad enough being here, without
the navy trying to send us under!

Say, the weather
computers are reacting.

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

What in thunder's that?

- It's the same position as
that atom explosion.
- Sound the alarms!

Attention all
stations. Emergency!

Fire-jet sighted, 30 miles west.

Cause uncertain but I reckon
a gas field has been blown!

- John, what's happening?
- That explosion did more
damage than first thought.

How's that?

Hooper on the Seascape
has sent out an alarm call.

A 200 foot jet of fire is
blazing 30 miles from the rig.

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

- Better get in contact.
- OK.

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 of Seascape.

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

An explosion could trigger
a massive tidal wave.

That's a pretty
terrifying thought,

but do we get involved?

That's up to you, Scott.
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 atomic

explosion during
world navy manoeuvres.

Shall I wake Mr Tracy?

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

It's OK, 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 not 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.
- No problem there, Scott.

I should be at the
fire-jet just after dawn.

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

- Moving out now, Scott.
- F-A-B.

It looks bad. I wonder when
International Rescue will get here.

Seascape, from Thunderbird 1.
Request landing permission on rig.

You got it! Use the heliport.

Boy, this isn't
going to be easy!

Come on, Alan, get this
machine down on an even keel.

Base from Thunderbird 1.
I've landed in one piece, Scott.

Virgil and Gordon
are on their way.

Alan has arrived at the
danger zone. What is your ETA?

07:00 hours, Scott.

There, Scott, your first
mission is underway.

Mr Tracy would be proud of the
way you're handling the situation.

You're not suggesting that I call him,
are you, Brains? He'll be fast asleep.

- Jeff... Jeff, are you awake?
- Sure, Penny, come on in.

You look like you've
been awake all night.

I guess I have!

I couldn't sleep for thinking
about that fire-jet report.

You know Scott wouldn't
risk International Rescue.

I think I'll call in, just
to put my mind at rest.

You must relax.
Leave it to the boys.

You don't understand!

You're a good father and
you're naturally anxious.

Now, please, please relax, Jeff.

Will you do that, just for me?

OK, Penny, you win!

You're absolutely right. I
guess I am kind of tired.

Base, I'm at the danger
zone, about to drop the pod.

F-A-B, Virgil.

Thunderbird 2
from Thunderbird 4.

OK, Virgil, release
sealing device now.

Cutting buoyancy
compensators now.

Great! She's sinking.

- Submerging, Virgil.
- F-A-B, Thunderbird 4. Good
luck.

Any word from Gordon yet, Alan?

No, Scott. He's surveying the area
before positioning the sealing device.

- How does it look?
- I'll have to go around the
fire.

Turn to position the sealing
device ready for the drop.

Commencing run now.

Releasing tow cable, and
activating downward thrust outlets.

Firing rocket clamps... now.

Rocket clamps in position.
Now the compression valves.

Mobile base from Thunderbird
4, fire is extinguished!

- Great!
- F-A-B.

Return to Thunderbird 2
and base. I'll see you there.

What an outfit! International Rescue
stopped the fire from spreading.

I'm not so sure.

The seismograph shows
some violent waves.

- Well, we did it!
- Yeah, you were great.

You didn't put a foot wrong.

You could take over Dad's job!

Scott, this is your father.

- Hi, Dad.
- I've just seen the news.

International Rescue
capped that fire.

- It was a great success!
- You should not have got
involved!

- Listen, Father...
- No, you listen to me.

International Rescue is
not just there to put out fires.

It could have been a disaster.

We can't afford to deal in
chances. I'm flying home now.

How about that!

Dad thought you made
the wrong decision,

but I thought you were right.

Are you really angry, Jeff?

I'm not angry with Scott,
Penny. I'm just worried.

You upset him, you know.

I meant every word that I said.

Including flying straight home?

- Sure.
- Then I think you're quite
wrong.

You'll be making a big mistake.

You've made your point.

Scott won't go out on call
unless it is absolutely vital.

I guess so. Scott must run the show
without any interference from me.

I'll call Scott and tell him.

Shall I put your
bags in the plane?

No, thanks, Parker. I'm
staying for a couple more days.

Hmph! Pack the cases,
unpack the cases.

You'd think people would
make up their minds!

Your father has
decided to stay, after all.

Thanks, Lady Penelope.

So, you're back
in control, Scott.

Dad can't have been that angry.

Another fire column! Get
International Rescue, fast!

- We don't know their
frequency.
- Just make the call!

They'll pick it up.

The gas field has blown again.

Didn't the sealing device work?

- This is another fire.
- What gives, Brains?

The first explosion must have
moved some unstable rock.

Pockets of gas in the cavities

must have been ignited
by fires under the seabed.

So why hasn't the whole gas
field gone up, like you said earlier?

I guess the flame is travelling
till it finds the next weakest point.

- That point could well be
Seascape!
- What can we do?

Thunderbird 4 will have
to fire strategic missiles

to cause a fracture
in the rock strata

- to stop the fire spreading.
- Why can't the navy do that?

They don't have
the right equipment.

So, we could seal out the
gas field and save Seascape?

- Yes.
- What are we waiting for?

Hold on! The alternative is
to let the navy airlift the crew

and let the gas burn itself out.

We don't know
how long it will burn.

So what? Ships
can avoid the area.

This is not a job for
International Rescue.

Boy, have you changed
in the last couple of hours!

Sure. That was before
Dad had bawled me out.

No, it's my decision that normal
methods of rescue are adequate.

International Rescue is not coming.
The navy are coming to take us off.

They can't get
here for two hours.

Two hours! They must
be 500 miles away.

Yeah, they are.

They moved position
after the first fire.

- And the gas?
- It'll be left to burn.

The rig! One of the
support columns has slipped.

You know what we've got to do.

Yeah, check the
extent of the damage.

We'd better look at the other
supports. They might slip, too.

Seascape's in trouble, Scott.
A support column has slipped.

The fire's moving
faster than we thought.

- What about the crew?
- They're going down in a
sphere.

It looks serious, Dick.

I can see at least six
bolts sheared at the base.

Maybe we could fix it, get our
scuba gear and renew the bolts.

Are you OK, Dick?

I guess so... What happened?

The sphere winch
systems have been severed.

We're trapped. We must hope
that Control registered our position.

We've a real emergency
on our hands, Scott.

Those two guys
have become trapped.

The drilling rig is obviously
the next weakest point.

The fire will use the
borehole as an outlet!

This is it! International Rescue
is the only hope for those guys.

Alan, get Thunderbird
1 out to Seascape!

Thunderbirds 2
and 4 will be needed

to rescue the men before the
rig blows. Get going, and fast!

We can rescue the men on the
rig, but what about the diving sphere?

We can do nothing. The sphere is
tangled up in half a tonne of metal.

We could never shift that. It's
a job for International Rescue.

Base, from Thunderbird 1.
Approaching danger zone now.

I'll relay information to Thunderbird
2 as soon as I've touched down.

Hooper, what's happening?

Don't worry, they'll
soon have us out.

Parker, Mr Tracy is trying to rest.
Can't you lower the volume of that radio?

Very well, m'lady.

We interrupt this
programme for a newsflash.

The Seascape rig
is near to collapse.

Two rig crewmen are trapped at
.the base of the rig in a diving sphere.

International Rescue
is on the scene... '

There's a real emergency,
Penny. The boys need my help.

Will you get some coffee, Tin-Tin.
Virgil, are you at the danger zone?

Yes, I'm about to drop the pod.

Gordon must work fast. The
fire could spread any minute!

Let's face it, Hooper, they're
never going to get us out.

Not with all that
metal on top of us.

Take it easy,
boy... Take it easy.

You're really
determined to return?

I must. There's
a real emergency.

Very well, but I'm coming, too.

OK, Penny, but please hurry.

- How's it look, Gordon?
- Pretty bad. I'm going in
closer.

The navy are
getting the crew off.

- How many more to go,
Kravitz?
- 16.

- This is gonna take some time.
- Mobile control to base.

The problem is, Scott, we don't
know how much time we've got.

We must work as fast as we can.

The pressure and the damage
has jammed the sphere hatch.'

What's the action then, Gordon?

I'll need to cut
the guide cables.

OK, I'll tell base.

F-A-B, Alan. Keep in touch.

Hey! I felt movement
then. The rig's slipping!

Alan, can you hear me? Come in!

It's all right, but I'm
worried about Thunderbird 1!

Yeah, she could slip off.

- How many more crew to
airlift?
- Six.

Get your gear into Thunderbird
1 and operate from the air.

F-A-B.

Come on, baby. Faster! Faster!

Come on, baby.

Faster... Faster!

Alan, Thunderbird 1 is
sliding. Get her up! Fast!

I'm clear of the rig. Will
hover in the danger zone.

F-A-B.

Thunderbird 1 from Thunderbird
4. The cables are free.

- I'm going to shift the
debris.
- F-A-B.

What's happening to the rig?

This wreckage will
smash the craft to pieces!

The rig is breaking up.
How long will you be?

I'll let you know when
I've cleared the mess away.

I'm going to try to haul the
sphere free with the electromagnet.

What are they playing at?
They'll bust this baby wide open!

They're not... gonna make
it in time. They're... too... late

Turbulence near the rig!

Get that last man off the
rig, fast! Virgil, get clear!

Gordon, the rig's
gonna blow! Move fast!

Gordon, are you OK?

- Gordon, are you OK?
- Just about, Virgil.

The sphere is safely in tow. Will
you make ready with the grabs?

You bring the sphere to the
surface and I'll take it back.

F-A-B, Virgil. Surfacing now.

They did it! International
Rescue saved us.

I figured we were dead for sure!

Well done, Gordon.
You did a great job.

Thanks, Alan.

I guess I'll have to wait
for Virgil to collect me.

- Alan, how did it go?
- Everyone's fine.

A few fires are shooting up,
but they'll burn themselves out.

OK, emergency over. All
Thunderbird craft return to base!

Estimated time of
arrival, 15:00 hours.

Tracy to base.
Permission to land.

Permission refused.
Thunderbirds 1 and 2 are due back.

Well, how do you like that?

Very much, Jeff. Scott is
controlling things correctly,

just as his father does
when he is on duty.

Well, boys, you did a swell job.

- I'm proud of you.
- Thanks, Dad.

- How did your vacation go?
- Virgil, it's like this,

I've come home to start
work because I figure

it's the only way
I'll ever get any rest.

So, if you don't mind,
Scott, I'll have my desk back.

Dad, for my money,
you can have it.

I need a vacation.