All language subtitles for Thunderbirds - 01x07 - Vault Of Death1

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'Thunderbirds are go! '

Oh, Constable,
the light's in my eyes.

Sorry, madam, you gave me a start.

Yes, it's a terrible night.

I had to leave my car,
and now I'm quite lost.

Where are you going?

I could find my way
from the Tower of London.

The Tower? That's easy enough.

You haven't hurt him, Parker?

No, m'lady,
just a touch of chloroform.

Splendid! Hide him and fetch the
equipment. I'll look at the problem.

Plastic explosive
should take care of the door.

Very good, m'lady.
I'll fix the halarm.

Good work, Parker.

The warnin' systems are on the same
circuit. Most obliging of them!

- Parker?
- Yes, m'lady?

Ouickly, the fuse.

Good. We're right on time.

Take cover, Parker!

Splendid! Come on, Parker.
We have work to do.

The rest is up to you.
There's plenty of time.

Mmm, yeah.

Look, could we 'ave
a bit of 'ush, m'lady?

Sorry, Parker, but if you used
a modern detector...

A stethoscope, ma'am,
was good enough for my father,

and for my father's father,
and before him...

All right, Parker,
it was just a suggestion!

Oh, dear...oh, dear...

How much longer?

Just one more, m'lady.

Splendid!

Mission completed.

Two hours,
twenty-five minutes, exactly!

Well, Your Lordship, we followed
your instructions to the letter.

What can I say?

The board of governors
always refused to get a modern safe.

Now, I have positive proof
that we need one.

Oh, er, yes. I would agree
that I have a rare talent.

One, that you might say, one has,
or there again, does not have...

Topping job of work, my man!

Jolly good show!
Any time, Your Lordship.

Yes, Parker,
but I think that will be all!

We must be going. I hope you'll be
able to keep the dinner invitation.

Of course, Lady Penelope.
It'll be a pleasure!

- Come along, Parker.
- Coming, m'lady.

- Thanks again for all you've done.
- Only too glad to be of assistance.

Er...excuse me, sir...

I am correct in assuming, am I not...

that you will take care of any...
trouble arising from this incident?

I shall answer for everything.

Thank you, sir. Goodbye, sir.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

What trouble did he mean?

I'm very pleased with you, Parker.
You did extremely well.

Thank you for saying so, m'lady.

You certainly have a way with safes.
Thank goodness so few share your talent!

Few indeed, m'lady!

Off hand, I can only think of one
other expert capable of such a job.

Oh? And may I ask his name?

You may, but it's of no consequence.

He's retired.
At least, for the duration...

I'm glad that you have a new vault.
We'll discuss it over dinner later.

- Love to, Lady Penelope. Goodbye.
- Bye.

Ah, Lovegrove!

- The Brinkley report is ready, sir.
- Already?

Lambert did the figures.
His concentration is quite terrifying!

Lambert? I know the fellow -
chap who buries himself in his work.

Does ten times more work than
the rest. Could use more like him.

Indeed one could, sir. Yes.

Take a look at this.

Fantastic, isn't it? Here we are,
standing inside the Bank of England.

Outside, it appears just as it was
centuries ago, and yet, down here

we have the most modern vault
in the world.

Indeed, Your Lordship.

- One does deplore change.
- Of course, sir.

But it is comforting to know

that England's deeds,
monies and documents are safe.

Indeed, sir.

Especially as I have the only key,

and that I carry it with me
wherever I go.

Any more to come? I'm dining at a
stately home. Don't want to be late.

- All here, sir.
- Call the roll, then.

- At once, Your Lordship. Taylor?
- Present, Mr Lovegrove.

- Carter?
- Yes, sir.

Moore? Moore?

Yes, er, here.

- Longman?
- Present, sir.

Lambert? Lambert?

He left earlier, Mr Lovegrove.

- I see, very well. Barratt?
- Yes, sir.

All present and accounted for, sir.

Good, now all that remains
is to close the vault.

We can rest assured
that nobody will break in.

Ouite!

It's a great achievement,

especially the way
air is pumped out of the vault.

Papers keep much better in a vacuum.

- That appears to be it.
- You have the key, sir?

It's in my case, Lovegrove,
and it never leaves my side.

- Good night, Lovegrove.
- Good night, sir.

I doubt if it will be opened
for at least two years.

We've checked,
and Lambert's still missing.

Perhaps he is in the vault.

I said I was not to be disturbed.
These figures must be finished.

Hello?

'Hello? Hello?'

Perhaps I'll get some peace and quiet now.

He's in there, but he's rung off.

- He buries himself in his work...
- Look!

In two hours the air will be gone.
We can't stop it or open the vault!

Contact Lord Silton. He has the key.

He's dining at a stately home,
but I don't know where.

I'll have to use
the emergency call system.

Here's to you, Lady Penelope,
and thank you.

Parker must take most of the credit.

He's a treasure.

Wish I had someone like him -
you could take him anywhere.

Ain'tcha got my grub ready yet, Lil?

I've only got one pair of 'ands,
ain't I?

Wasting your time here, gel.

If you'd got more, you'd make
a few bob in a circus, wouldn't ya?

- What are you givin' 'em?
- None of your business!

- Keep your shirt on!
- Hark who's talkin'!

Don't blame ya not tellin' me.

If I cooked like you,
I wouldn't shout about it!

- Now, listen 'ere, Nosey...
- 'Ey! Manners, manners!

Mr Parker, hif you don't mind!

All right, Mr Nosey Parker -
I been slavin' over this all day.

Come off it, Lil,
I was only pullin' your leg.

What you done for 'em?

I'm startin' 'em off
with a drop of consomme.

'Orrible load of rubbish!

Then a special escalopy receep,
with all the trimmings, of course.

Gives me heartburn lookin' at it!

Then they finish orf
with Crapey Suzettes and coffee.

Crapey...? Well, they're welcome
to it! What you got for me, then?

Stew.

Me favourite!

I spoil ya.

'Ere's yer paper.
I know you like a read while you eat.

Ah, well.

Cor, strike me pink!

I can't tell you how pleased I am
that you accepted my invitation.

The pleasure is all mine.

So rarely am I able to get away from
my duties at the Bank of England.

- You rang, madam?
- Yes.

- You may serve coffee now, Parker.
- Yes, m'lady.

Would you like Parker
to take your briefcase?

No, thank you,
it never leaves my side.

Good heavens!

What's that noise?

The emergency call system.
I'm wanted at the Bank.

- Is the Bank being robbed?
- Perhaps.

- You clumsy nincompoop!
- Parker!

- Excuse me.
- That's all right.

It was rather hot.

I'm sorry, m'lady, sir, I don't know what
came over me. Must be a sudden shock.

Get something to clean up this mess.
I'm terribly sorry, Lord Silton.

No time for apologies.
I must ring the bank.

Yes?

Lord Silton's on the videophone now.

At last!

Now we'll be able to find out the trouble.

Ah, Lovegrove,
what's all this about?

- We've been cut off.
- Parker!

Yes, m'lady?

I've er...um...been...

pruning the roses, madam.

Get the Rolls-Royce, Parker.
We're taking Lord Silton to London.

Don't worry,
we'll have you there in no time -

my car is capable of amazing speeds.

It's very smooth.
Feels as though we're hardly moving.

Parker!

Can't hunderstand why
we're going so slow, madam,

I 'ave my foot 'ard down.

I don't know what you're up to,
but speed up!

90 minutes left,
and no sign of Lord Silton.

We'll have to call for outside help.

International Rescue.

'Emergency. A man is trapped
in the Bank of England vault.'

Yes, John.

Emergency call from London,
requesting immediate action.

What're we waiting for? Let's go!

John, you must brief Scott,
there's very little time.

FAB, I'll be on standby.

Scott, leave immediately -
destination England.

- John will brief you later.
- Yes, sir.

International Rescue
to Thunderbird 1-

you will land at City of London Heliport.

Message received.
I have the details from John.

Request Thunderbird 2 with Pod 5.

OK, Scott.

'I think Virgil will need some help.'

- Leave it with me.
- 'Sure.'

Hmmm, things have been
kind of quiet on the space front.

I'll give Alan
a chance of seeing some action.

Virgil, off you go.
Alan will join you.

OK, Father.

International Rescue or not,
they'll never get Lambert out now!

I'm glad you're here, but I can't
see what we can do without the key,

and there's only one hour left!

We're not often beaten, Mr Lovegrove.

Thunderbird 2 has landed safely.

'Because of the underground
communications in London,

'the Mole cannot be used.'

If they can't use it,
that man will never be rescued.

Don't worry.
The boys will burn their way in.

It'll take years!

Not with our equipment.
But will it be fast enough?

What has happened to Lord Silton?

I'm waiting for your explanation,
Parker.

I... I...seem to 'ave...
lost my way...m'lady...

- Lost your way? To London?
- Yes, ma'am.

Step outside, Parker.
I want a word with you!

Why are you so intent on stopping
Lord Silton getting to the bank?

Me, m'lady?

Yes, you!

I see, now. You put the videophone
out of action. Pruning roses indeed!

Now, why don't you explain?

Parker, I'm waiting.

Oh...well, er...oh...

All right, m'lady.

It all began,
the last time I was away.

In prison, you mean?

Well, if you want to put it that way,
m'lady...

I shared a cell
with a gentleman known to the trade

as Light-Fingered Fred.

'As a matter of fact,
it was 'im I referred to

'as being the only other soul
who could do that job.

'I was resting on my bunk one day,

'when he said...'

- 'Ere, Nosey?
- Whassa matter now?

What you gonna do when you get out?

Dunno, I haven't thought about it.

Nah, listen! I fink it's important.

It's only right
a bloke should 'ave ambition.

I don't want to waste
these ten years.

I'm gonna learn from 'em, Nosey.

Plannin' for the future, are you?

Yeah, that's right -
learn from yer mistakes.

Nah, there comes a time

in every man's life, when he knows
what he's got to do.

I may not 'ave been a friend
of society,

but I'm gonna reform
and settle down

after I've knocked orf
the Bank of England.

You...you...you rob...
the Bank of England?

Not half! You mark my words!

I shall break into the vault,

and I, personally,
will do the Bank of England!

So you see, ma'am, this emergency
could be Light-Fingered Fred

carryin' out his threat.

- Not necessarily.
- But it could be.

It isn't right
that I should be the one to ruin

an old colleague's life hambition.

We haven't time to argue, Nosey,
er... Parker,

but if you feel like this,
I shall drive us to London.

Reverse!

There was no need to shout,
Lord Silton,

we're going quite smoothly, now.

We are, madam...but backwards!

We're happroachin' a tree, madam!

M-M-Madam...the...the tree!

There's a tree!

OK, hold it!

Look at this.

We won't get through in time, Scott.

I know,
but look at this plan of the vault.

- There's a weak spot underneath.
- But we can't tunnel.

We're beaten,
unless headquarters can help.

Just 30 minutes left!

Oh...

Getting...hot in here...

I may as well finish these off,
though...

before I go home.

You can't cut through?

'Not in time.
We've got to come up from below.'

Any suggestions, Brains?

Well...
n-n-not at this moment, Mr Tracy.

- There must be an answer.
- I know what it is.

'You, Grandma?'

You want to come out the ground,
but without the Mole - right?

Right.

When I was little, my grandma told
me about the old London subway -

trains under the ground.

New York had them as well, before
this newfangled monorail system.

Hey, you may have something!

Scott, check whether those tunnels
still exist.

Look, Alan, Piccadilly Circus!

Sure is a change from being in space.

This way.

Ten minutes! That's all there is.

Any news of the guy with the key?

One of madam's short cuts!

- We made it!
- Let's find the elevator shaft.

I... I...can...hardly breathe...

Must get...must get out...

must get out...

I... I'm...locked in!

The air...

The air's nearly...pumped out!

This is it, Virgil.

Let's go!

Three minutes...we've failed!

Must...try...

and...get help.

Journey's end... What a pleasant drive.
I must do this more often.

One minute! Come on, fellas!

We'll be through any time.

Must...

phone...

Come on!

What's happened?

- Are we in time?
- Lord Silton!

Lambert is trapped in the vault!

- There's just seconds left!
- Ouickly! The key!

The key?

The one you always have with you...
in your briefcase.

- Briefcase?
- It never leaves your side!

Oh...that briefcase.

I must have left it
at Lady Penelope's.

One of your hairclips, m'lady,

if you would be so kind.

Parker,
this is no time for flippancy!

I'm serious, m'lady.

They 'aven't built a safe, yet,
that Nosey Parker can't open!

Get...

International...

Rescue.

We're through!

W-W-Who are you?

You OK?

We just made it -
International Rescue.

International...Rescue?

I knew you were highly efficient,
but...

this is ridiculous!

I'm afraid I've ruined
your hairpin, m'lady.

Parker, you're an old rascal!

Yes, m'lady...

The Bank of England vault
opened with a hairpin! Outrageous!

Indeed, sir, outrageous!

- Right! Now just take it easy.
- The danger's over, now.

We sure wish you'd arrived earlier,
Parker.

Have to do something about this.

Can't have chaps with hairpins
wandering in and out!

Indeed, sir!

We could do worse
than go back to the old safe -

at least that took him two and a half hours!

- Parker?
- Yes, m'lady?

There's one thing
that bothers me still.

What's that, m'lady?

Why did that old safe take so long
when the new one only took seconds?

Oh...oh, that, m'lady.

Oh, yes, well...the first time,
we 'ad an audience.

I mean, there's only one rule
that must never be broken -

never disappoint your public!

I see, Parker!

I'm, er...sorry about the...
mis-hunderstandin', madam...

Forget it. I'll say no more about it.

Thank you, m'lady.

It wasn't anythin' to do with
Light-Fingered Fred after all!

Phaaw! Love a duck!

They call this place burglar-proof?

They'd do better
to use my kid's piggy bank!