All language subtitles for 28 Thunderbirds - Path Of Destruction

Thunderbirds are go!

He's late, you know.

Cut out the time checks.
McCall knows what he's doing.

Jannsen, I don't think you realise
the importance of this whole operation.

Yes, I do. I'm just as keen
to get started as you are.

- Franklin, how are things
your end?
- I'm all fixed up.

This must be the biggest thing
anybody's programmed to tape for.

Where are they now?

- Good. He's almost here.
- Yeah. Better say hello to
the guy.

Base control to Crablogger One.
Base control to Crablogger One.

- Loud and clear, Jannsen.
- Welcome to base.

Thank you, Jannsen. Better get
.the reception committee to stand by!

- Yeah.
- Look, here he comes now.

Better not get too close to base
control. They might get a bit worried!

Yes, I suppose they've never
seen a machine quite like this.

OK, McCall, you can
park there for the night.

I guess you'll want
to fresh up a bit.

Right. Then we can make
a fresh start in the morning.

Yeah. Better put on your tuxedo. I'm
going to show you the sights tonight.

- Coming with us, Simms?
- No, Jannsen.

I've got a couple of things I
want to fix up for tomorrow's start.

I can tell you, unloading the Crablogger
was an experience I'll never forget!

So this is your first
trip to the tropics?

Yes. Mac and I worked closely with
Jim Lucas from the early design days.

So Lucas wanted us to come with
the Crablogger on its first contract.

Well, I'm certainly glad we've got
experts with us on the job. Ah, Sanchos.

Ah, good evening, Mr. Jannsen.

I see you have brought some
new clients to my eating house.

Uh, yeah, Sanchos.

Welcome, senores.
What can I offer you?

Well, can we see the menu?

Alas, senor, we have no menu.

But for you, I can prepare
something very special.

Believe me, fellas, Sanchos
cooks his beef in a very special way.

Thank you, senor.
Yes, very special.

All right, the special for me.
Hot and strong and plenty of it.

- Yes, OK, I'll try the
special, too.
- And me.

And for me, the usual.
Thick and rare and juicy.

Very good. That is, three
specials and one steak, huh?

- That's right. Now, hurry it
up, will you, Sanchos?
- Si, senor.

Say, Jannsen, how
special is the cooking here?

Forget it, Franklin. On our first trip to
South America, let's try anything once.

Hurry, now, Maria. Mr. Jannsen has
brought his new colleagues to eat here.

Hurry, hurry, hurry!

Everything in this place is
hurry. So they will have to wait.

Our main concern is
with the production unit.

Simms will have a fleet
of transporters and tankers

to feed the Superon
liquid gas tanks there,

and receive the processed
materials which release from here.

We're programmed for
the production of 60 barrels

of pure wood pulp every
30 minutes. Right, Franklin?

Right. On each quarter hour, our

transporter will receive
30 barrels of pulp.

And every three hours, a tanker
will link up with the Superon tanks.

That's the way we
assumed it would work out.

Gosh, I can't wait to
get started tomorrow!

I just wish Jim Lucas was here to
see the Crablogger show its muscles.

I wonder how the
food's getting on?

Good. It's ready.

It smell good, yes?

Maria, sometimes
you talk too much.

Sanchos!

Si, senor! I'm coming!

Ha, ha, ha! Here we
are, senores, here we are.

OK, fellas, here's a chance to get
all the energy you'll need tomorrow.

Well, there they go. OK, Simms,
let's get this operation underway.

Yes, sir.

- Right. Zero your datums.
- Zeroing now, sir.

There's Franklin's
programming for the Crablogger.

I just wish he was here for the
start of the clearing operation.

You know, I'm worried
about that guy. He sure is sick.

OK, as soon as we get
the operation underway,

I'll radio for the doc
to take a look at him.

Here comes the tanker
to service the tanks.

I expect the transporters
are on their way too.

Base control to Crablogger.
Commencing in two minutes.

Standing by.

OK, let's have the
radiation shields in place.

Screens on.

OK, here we go.

Right, switching
on ocular monitor.

Hold tight, Peterson.
Starting clearance now.

Well, Operation
Crablogger is underway.

And it looks like a success!

I wish Lucas was here to see it.

Phew! It's getting hot in here.
Are the fans on, Peterson?

Yeah, they're on all right.

Crablogger to base control, we're
nearly ready to release the first cargo.

- Better get the transporter
to stand by.
- Right, Crablogger.

Base control to TP Six. Proceed
to section nine for delivery.

Peterson.

Peterson! The
transporter's on its way.

Switch to remote.

Peterson!

I'm telling you,
Jannsen, he's passed out!

- I don't feel too good
myself.
- Right, listen to me, McCall.

You deliver the first load. Take her
off remote and close down the reactor.

No... No, we can't.

It'll be all right,
Jannsen. I...

- I can... I can handle her.
- McCall, listen to me.

I'm calling the operation
off for today. Is that clear?

He's passed out.

It's no good, Simms.
We just can't stop her.

McCall can't have got to
that remote switch in time.

But Jannsen, the village!

It's right in the path
of the Crablogger!

We've got to keep the tankers
feeding her with Superon

and keep the
transporters unloading her.

If that processing machine
jams, it could explode

and raze everything to the
ground within a 50-mile radius.

They've got the
same bug as Franklin.

Must have been Sanchos' special.
Jannsen, what are we going to do?

Simms, there's only one
outfit can handle this situation.

You're kidding. There's
nothing anyone can do.

Crablogger base calling
International Rescue!

Crablogger base calling International
Rescue! This is an emergency.

- You've warned the village?
- Yes. A transporter is
helping with the evacuation.

If the machine gets near the
village, the processor will get jammed.

Look, anything can happen.

OK, Crablogger
base, we're on our way.

There's just one other thing.

With luck, that machine might bypass
the village, but one thing's for sure:

it's heading straight for
the San Martino Dam.

That's the position, Father.

The controller at Crablogger
base thinks it's pretty desperate.

- Right, Scott. You'd better
get out there straightaway.
- Yes, sir.

Stay in touch with the satellite.
He'll keep you posted. Tin Tin...

- Yes, Mr. Tracy?
- Ask Virgil and Brains to
come up here right away.

Yes, Mr. Tracy.

Ah, good. You know
the situation, Brains?

Yes, Mr. Tracy. Tin
Tin tells me that a

crablogging machine
has gone out of control.

Got any ideas about how
we should cope with this?

Well, Jim Lucas is our man.

He built the Crablogger for
Robotics International in England.

He could answer all
Scott's danger-zone queries.

But if we wait till
International Rescue get there,

it might be too late for
him to be able to help us.

And it would mean revealing
our identity if we contacted him.

That's right. Well, never
mind. I've got a better idea.

OK, Father, I'm all set to go.

Off you go, then,
Scott, and good luck.

Thank you, Parker. It
makes it so much cosier.

Oh, yes, m'lady. I quite agree.

Much cosier.

Sherry, m'lady?

Just a half a glass,
please, Parker.

- Then we'll start serving
shall we?
- Very good, m'lady.

Thank you, Parker.
We will serve now, then.

Very well, m'lady.

Oh, Parker...

Yes, m'lady?

It may have to be
sandwiches instead.

Oh, very good, m'lady.

Jeff, how simply splendid of you
to call. Is it business or pleasure?

Well, let's put it
this way, Penny,

it's always a pleasure
to do business with you.

Thank you, Jeff.

I want you to contact Jim
Lucas of Robotics International.

He's their chief design
man. We need to know

the shutdown procedure
of the Crablogger.

It's a matter of life and
death. Now, let's see.

It'll be late evening with him.

Yes, Jeff. He won't
be at the plant now.

That makes it difficult, Penny,

but we must contact him.
People's lives are in danger.

Leave it with me, Jeff. I'll
be in touch with you directly.

- You rang, m'lady?
- Yes, Parker.

I'm afraid it will be sandwiches
after all. Get out the Rolls-Royce.

Base from Thunderbird 1,
base from Thunderbird 1.

Proceeding to danger zone.

Any new developments, Father?

I've contacted Penelope to get her
to find out the shutdown procedure

of the reactor in the Crablogger.
Virgil's blasting off any moment,

so he'll be with you soon.
I'm sending Brains with him.

I just hope that Penelope
can find Jim Lucas.

Opening hangar doors.

Well, Mr. Tracy, another
rescue operation is underway.

Yes, Tin Tin. I only hope
we can pull this one off.

That machine's just
got to be stopped.

Yes, Mr. Jannsen. The last
truck has just left the village.

There is no-one left now but me.

All right, Gutierrez.
You'd better clear out.

That machine will be on
top of you any moment.

One second.

- I can hear the machine. It's
in the village!
- Right, get out of there.

If the processor gets jammed with bricks,
they'll hear the bang 100 miles away.

- So beat it!
- I'll get over to the dam
site and see what I can do.

Thunderbird 2 from Thunderbird 1.
Approaching danger zone. What is your ETA?

- Scott, we're about 18
minutes behind you.
- Right, Virgil.

So that means we've
45 minutes after arrival

before the Crablogger
reaches the dam.

It's them. It's
International Rescue.

Thunderbird 1 to
International Rescue base.

Go ahead, Scott.

I'm now at the danger zone, Father.
Virgil will be arriving in 15 minutes.

That gives us just 42 minutes to cut
our way in and shut down the reactor.

Do you think you
can do it, Scott?

Well, I guess we can
get into the Crablogger

OK, but we must have
the shutdown procedure

for the reactor as soon as
we do. It's gonna be that close.

I'm afraid, madam, that's
quite out of the question.

I cannot give away
information about the personnel

of the company without
written permission.

But Officer, this is
terribly important.

So you keep repeating, madam, but
you've never even offered an explanation.

I tell you, I can't explain.

- Is that the personnel file
there?
- Yes, it is.

And you still insist on not telling
me where I can find Mr. Lucas?

I'm afraid there's no
question about it, madam.

Very well, then. I'm afraid
I can't wait any longer.

Ah... Hey... What the...?

What are you trying to do?

What is this?

What's the big idea?

I'm sorry to inflict this on you,
but I had to find Mr. Lucas tonight.

I assure you, you will suffer
no after-effects with this beam.

And thanks for this. I'll
see that it's returned to you.

I trust you got the information
you required, m'lady?

Oh, yes, Parker. Your aiming,
as usual, was impeccable.

Thank you, m'lady.
Where to now, madam?

20 Haslemere Gardens, Islesham.

And full speed ahead, Parker.

We mustn't let Scott and Virgil
down - they'll be relying on us.

Just take a look at that.

International Rescue
to Crablogger base.

How long now before
it reaches the dam?

- You've got about 34 minutes.
- OK, base control. You'll be
hearing from us.

Right - now hold tight.

Parker, we're slowing
down. Speed is essential.

There's something up ahead, m'lady.
Looks like somebody's had an accident.

Shall I stop, m'lady?

Oh, dear, the time.

Oh, yes, of course,
Parker. We must stop.

Oh, dear! We really must
help the poor man, Parker.

But m'lady, our little errand!

No, Parker, we must
help this poor fellow.

Fetch the first aid kit whilst
I radio for an ambulance.

We're nearly on it.

Right. You know the
plan. Get to your positions.

OK, Scott. We're in position.

Hold tight, boys. Going up.

Right, right, two
degrees, Scott.

Right, right, two degrees.

Forward four feet.

Right. We're level with the
control cab. Hold her there.

FAB.

We're aboard.

Scott, Virgil is about to start using
the laser beam on the hatchway.

We're going to need Penelope's
.information about the reactor pretty soon.

Yeah. And we're getting too
near to the dam for my liking.

Yes, officer, that is correct. About
a mile past the Belmont roundabout,

on the left of the bypass.

It seems to be
concussion, mainly,

and there's a broken leg, I fear,
but I've made him comfortable.

Well, I think I can hear
the ambulance now.

And I'm afraid I
really must dash.

I have a terribly important
appointment to keep.

- Quickly, Parker, to
Islesham.
- Yes, m'lady.

International Rescue
to base control.

How far are we from the dam now?

You've got 13 minutes
left, International Rescue.

Unless the reactor in that machine is
closed down before it reaches the dam,

well, I hate to think
what will happen.

OK, I understand. How
are things at the dam?

They're evacuating
the site now. I'm

waiting for final
confirmation of clearance.

There goes the last
of the transporters now.

- How long now, base control?
- Listen, Manuel,

you've got less than 13 minutes
before the Crablogger gets to the site.

But I can't leave yet. I've
got to get my papers together.

Manuel, can't you
get it into your head?

When that Crablogger falls into the
dam, as it's gonna do in ten minutes,

the reactor's gonna explode
and tear the wall of the dam apart

and release so much
water into the valleys

that not one village
will be left standing.

Yes, yes, I know.

Well, if you're certain the site is
clear, get into that car and beat it!

Only two more weeks'
work to complete this dam.

And now, we're evacuating!

We're nearly through.

I sure hope Penelope's gonna
come up with the information we need.

Well?

There's not a window
or door unlocked, m'lady.

Oh, dear. Then I'm afraid there's
only one thing left for us to do,

seeing that men's
lives depend on it.

Quite. So might I trouble you
for the loan of an hairpin, m'lady?

Well, fellas, what
have you found there?

Well, the two boys don't
look too good, Scott.

The sooner we get them out
of here, the better, I should say.

What about the reactor?

Until I know the closedown sequence,
I daren't touch any of these controls.

Right. Let's get these
fellas out of there first.

Then we'll wait for
Penelope to radio

through. Only she can
save the situation now.

Don't move, Mr. Lucas.

This gun is pointed
straight at your head.

Mmm... Eh? Oh!

Wh-Who are you?
What do you want?

Who I am is not
important, Mr. Lucas.

Keep quite still and no
harm will come to you.

Now, look here, what's
the meaning of...?

Quietly, Mr. Lucas. We
mustn't disturb your wife.

In a few seconds, I'm going to ask you
to repeat the correct closedown sequence

for the reactor of the Crablogger
which you've designed.

You're going to what?!

All right, Mr. Lucas. Go ahead.

I wish I knew what
this is all about.

There is no time to explain.

Men's lives depend on
my getting this information.

Now, Mr. Lucas, the sequence, if you
please. Starting from the remote position.

Well, before, um...

before returning the
remote lever to manual,

the stroke and the head
cycle of the machine

must first be dialled to
the correct code number...

uh... on the control console.

Coffee, Mr. Tracy?

Thank you, Tin Tin.
What a good idea.

I wonder if the boys have got
those fellas out of that machine yet.

What's the latest, John?

Well, Virgil and Brains got
the guys out of the Crablogger.

They're being
shipped to the hospital.

Good. And now they're waiting.

That's right. I'm
standing by to transmit

Penelope's instructions
to close down the reactor.

To close the reactor
down completely,

you must depress the button
marked 'closing release'.

The unit incorporates a
time-lag of about three minutes,

after which the
Crablogger should... stop.

Thank you, Mr. Lucas. You have
been most cooperative. Parker!

And now, Mr. Lucas,
I'm going to leave you.

For reasons too complicated to explain,
I shall first send you back to sleep.

I wish... oh...

I knew what this is all about.

I was... just hoping to
get to know you better, too.

You've certainly got
a... got a lovely voice.

Uh... we have now
programmed a hand control,

and it is now possible
to break the interlock

which previously held the
remote control lever in position.

To close the reactor
down completely

you must depress the button
marked 'closing release'.

The unit incorporates a
time-lag of about three minutes,

after which the
Crablogger should... stop.

Three minutes! Brains,
we'll never make it in time!

Right, Virgil, I've carried
out Jim Lucas's instructions.

Well, all we can do now is wait.

Might as well
take a look outside.

Scott, we've closed
down the reactor and

we're waiting now for
the time-lag to run out.

Virgil, what are the chances?

We're heading for
some kind of a ledge.

Now, listen, we've got to get
those Superon tanks empty.

If the Crablogger
falls into that basin,

even supposing the
machine is stopped, the

tanks will go up and
bust the walls of the dam.

I'm coming in now
to offload the tanks.

- You haven't a hope!
- There's no time. Look at the
chart!

We're not just going to
sit back and do nothing!

- They just haven't a hope.
- Two minutes to go.

Now, listen, Virgil,

you and Brains are going to have to
get onto the roof of the processing plant

- and be ready to hook up the
.pipeline.
- FAB, Scott. Come on, Brains.

The fuel release valves are
on the rear of the master tank.

The other tanks are fed by the .master
one and will not require separate draining.

Thanks, base control.
Come on, baby, come on!

Simms, look! The Crablogger
signal - it's getting fainter.

The Crablogger
reactor is closing down.

Yeah. But they're getting too
near to the end of that ledge.

- Hold tight, Virgil!
- Yeah, you can say that
again!

- She's stopped!
- I know, Simms.

Just think where she's stopped.

First be ready to
hook up the pipelines.

OK, Scott, start the pumps.

500 gallons to go.

200 gallons to go.

Heck, she's going!

Get ready to jump, Brains.

Ready, Virgil.

70 gallons.

40... 30...

20... 10...

Right, that's it!

Right, Brains, jump!

Well, well. Quite a bang.

Yeah. But there could have
been a much bigger one.

Gee... I wonder what Jim Lucas is gonna
say when he hears about his Crablogger.

Well, I'll be...

So that explains it!

Explains what, Jim?

And I thought it was a dream!

That girl in the bedroom - so I
didn't dream it. She really was here.

What girl? What are
you talking about?

Oh, never mind. I'll
tell you about it later.

Well, I guess it's back to the
drawing board with the Crablogger.

We don't want to have to call International
Rescue again. What an organisation!

International Rescue
has done it again!

But Jim, what's this about
a girl in the bedroom?

Oh, it's nothing
to worry about...