All language subtitles for Thunderbirds - 01x20 - The Man from M.I.5

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'Thunderbirds are go! '

Where is it?

Ah!

Beautiful.

Just beautiful.

There she is. She's arrived.

Move in and tie up alongside.

- What do you think, Bonson? Why?
- I don't know. I just don't know!

- Fuel tanks? She was petrol-driven.
- Maybe.

There's no sign of Blacker.

I've got to get down there. He could
be trapped and I need those papers.

You'll have to work fast,
before the police get here.

Get on to them.

Explain things.
You know, enough to keep them happy.

I don't want the wreck touched.
Understand?

Right.

The tanks are fixed.
Good luck, Bonson.

- 'Can you hear me, Tetland?'
- Yes, Bonson. Strength 2.

- How does it look?
- 'Bad. There's a hole in the hull.

'I'm gonna look in the cabin.

'I've found Blacker. He's dead.'

Poor chap. No one could have
survived that explosion.

There's more to it, Tetland.
Blacker was shot five times.

I've found some cartridge cases.
An unusual type, too.

There can't be more than
a dozen guns of this calibre around.

- Maybe it'll give us a lead.
- 'That's not our problem.'

We must find those papers.
Then our job's finished.

Tetland, we're too late.
The papers have gone.

That explosion was no accident.

Hurry along with that test, Brains.
Alan will be out for his swim soon.

Ah...yeah. His presence in the water
would upset the sonic beam.

Gee, I'm sorry.
I didn't realise you were working.

Ah...just conducting
a little experiment.

Poor Brains!

Hold it. It's John calling in
from the space station.

'Yes, John.'

I've had a call
from a guy named Bonson.

It's kind of unusual.

'Let's have the details.'

He's with the British Secret Service.

'The Secret Service have their own
methods. Why do they need us?'

That's the point.

He says if we don't help,
the whole world could be destroyed.

'That's quite a statement.'

'Give me the details and tell him
we'll send an agent to contact him.'

'Ladies and gentlemen,
we are approaching Nice airport.

'I hope you've had a pleasant flight
and that we'll travel together again.

'Please extinguish your cigarettes
and fasten your seat belts.'

Thank you for meeting me
at the airport, Parker.

- Is the yacht ready?
- Yes, m'lady.

I anchored it off the Spanish coast.

She won't be seen
until you give the word.

Excellent.

'I must make
a tele-call.'

- Hello.
- 'Listen carefully.'

Who is this?

'I am an International Rescue agent.

'You must do this. At midnight you
will drive to the Forest of Dean.

'There's a clearing 3km
within the perimeter. Wait there.'

How will I know you?

You never will, Mr Bonson.
Now please repeat your instructions.

'Wait. I need more to go on.

'How do I know I can trust you?'

You don't, Mr Bonson. It was you
who asked us for help, remember?

- If you prefer, we'll forget it.
- 'No. Wait.'

Sorry. In my job I have to be careful.

'So do I.'

So do I. Now please repeat
the instructions I gave you.

Right. I'm to drive to the Dean Forest
at midnight and wait in a clearing.

Dear me, you are impatient,
Mr Bonson. Switch off the engine.

Move a muscle and I'll blow off
your head. Do not turn around.

Remain as you are. Tell me why
you need International Rescue.

I'd better start at the beginning.

A fellow British agent collected plans
for a nuclear device

from a scientist living in...
I can't say where.

If the plans were in the wrong hands,
the whole world could be in danger.

- And that is what has happened?
- Yes.

I was to rendezvous
with my colleague on his yacht.

It was destroyed before I got there.

- And no trace of the plans?
- That's right.

My colleague was murdered
before the explosion.

I see. How was your friend killed?

He was shot five times
by a Henretta .45 Supermatic.

Not a very common weapon.

- Go on.
- Well, that's it.

We've got to get those plans back.

You realise it is not International
Rescue's policy

to involve itself
in politics or police work?

I know.

But you have advanced equipment.

- The lives of millions depend...
- Careful, Mr Bonson.

Keep your head.
You won't if you move again.

I'm sorry.

But you must help.
Those plans must be recovered.

- You are our only hope.
- I'm leaving now.

Do nothing. Say nothing.
I shall contact you.

Now, remain as you are for ten minutes,
then return to your hotel.

The lady said don't move!

Where to, m'lady?

To the yacht, Parker. And by the way,
that was excellent shooting.

- Tea, m'lady.
- Thank you, Parker.

When we drop anchor
I want you to go ashore

and contact the local newspaper offices.

M'lady?

Tell them that fashion model,
Gail Williams, has arrived on her yacht

and that she's going to expose
the murderers and saboteurs

who destroyed that vessel yesterday.

May I ask who Gail Williams is,
m'lady?

How silly of me. Didn't I say?

I am Gail Williams.
One lump of sugar today, Parker.

So, she's going to track us down.
Well, we'll see about that!

This hanging around's
getting me down.

This place has been bottled up
since we blew that yacht.

I know. How do we get past
these patrol boats combing the area?

Karl will figure a way.
Ah, here he is now.

- What's new, Karl?
- That is.

What does it say? You know
we don't understand the French lingo.

Some dame is trying
to track us down.

- Who is she?
- A fashion model.

Is that all?

She just ain't in our league!

Not so fast.

That report says how many shots
were fired, and what kind of gun.

Karl, this is serious!

So is what we're going to do
to Miss Clever Gail Williams tonight.

She's going to die.

Er...you rang, m'lady?

Yes, Parker.
I'm expecting a visitor.

- You may have the evening off.
- But, m'lady...

After that story, is that wise?

I said you were excused, Parker.
You'll go ashore and enjoy yourself.

Understand?

Well... Monte Carlo
ain't far from here.

A night out could be very profitable.

That's settled then.

- Well, enjoy yourself, Parker.
- Yes, m'lady.

Go ahead, Penny.

Good evening, Jeff.
Everything is arranged.

If the bait's been taken,
we'll have the plans by midnight.

You won't do anything dangerous,
will you?

Stop worrying, Jeff.
Just be ready for my call.

OK. We'll be waiting.
But please be careful, Penny.

Dear Jeff.
I'll be perfectly all right.

♪ The man who did the bank
at Monte Carlo ♪

I'll be off then, m'lady.

Very well, Parker.
Oh, just one moment.

What have you in that case?

Eh? Who? Case?

Oh...er...you mean this one, m'lady?

Yes. That one.

Er...well... I thought I'd take it,
you know...

Just in case I won...at the Casino.

You know...
Somewhere to put all that money.

Oh! Now, I wonder
how they got in there?!

Parker!

Yes, m'lady.

Oh, she's a one, she is!

How she expects me
to keep my hand in, I don't know.

I suppose I'll have to go
to the Casino after all.

Mmm. I think everything's ready
for my guest.

I hope Parker
cleared his bits and pieces away.

I think I hear a boat.

The fish has taken the bait
sooner than I expected.

Good evening. Do come in.
So nice to have visitors.

Huh?

Oh! Yeah!

Now get this, lady.

This gun is loaded and I don't mind
using it, see? Come on, you.

You're going for a little boat-ride.

Oh, how nice!
I'll be with you in a moment.

Oh, dear.
I hope you're not superstitious.

That's seven years' bad luck.

I said move! And cut the chatter!

Good. I'm ready now.
Will you take my arm?

Hold your tongue!
Just move. And fast!

Down the gangway to the boat. Hurry!

What are these quaint little
buildings along the coast?

- Mmm? They're boathouses.
- My, this is a deserted area.

One just wouldn't know
where one was, would one?

Soon it ain't gonna matter
to you anyway.

OK. The pleasure cruise is over.

Soon this little box of tricks
is going to blow you sky-high!

How interesting! How does it work?

Oh, it's real clever.

We detonate it from our sub,
so when you die, we're in the clear.

Fascinating!

I suppose the waiting is a kind
of morbid pleasure for you.

Not at all.

The delay is all part of the plan.

Our sub is stuck
at the bottom of the sea,

because if we move, the patrol boats
will pick us up on their radar.

In 90 minutes' time,
a patrol boat crosses this bay.

At the right moment
we detonate the bomb.

The patrol boat comes inshore
to investigate the explosion.

You die,

and we will escape.

I see.

Oh!

- Are you going to tie me up?
- You bet!

I don't mind, really,
but may I fix my face before I die?

It's in such a mess.

You dames slay me!

Always thinking about your mugs!

OK, go ahead. I got time.

It's Lady Penelope.

On emergency code!

Scott, switch the signal
to my monitor.

OK, Dad. She's through to you.

Held captive... Boathouse...

Submarine...

Must stop it.

The bay next to yacht.

Bomb...!

That'll do!
You've prettied yourself up enough!

Would you mind not tying the knots
too tightly? I'm very delicate.

Shut up, or I'll gag you, too!

What the heck
could have happened, Father?

I don't know, Scott.

It looks like a control panel.

It could be the controls of a boat.
Penny said she was in a boathouse.

She said something about a bomb.

The visuals are still functioning,
so presumably the sound's still on.

I'll turn the level up.

Not a word.

- I don't like it, boys.
- Why don't we try to contact her?

The wrong person
might get the message,

then she'd be in mortal danger.

Let's use the code signal.
It's meaningless to anyone else.

You're right. If anybody else is
in there they wouldn't notice anything.

Let's use contact code 5.

Hey, what's that noise?

- Noise? I can't hear anything.
- Yeah. Tapping noise. Listen.

Hold it, Father. I heard something.

It's stopped.

It must have been rats.
These places do have them.

I mean, you must have some friends.

- Are you trying to be funny?
- No, not at all.

'I was trying to explain the noise.

'Do you think those rats will leave
the boat before the bomb goes off?'

So now we know.

Penelope's trapped in a boat that's
going to blow up. What a situation!

It's not too late. We know that one
of the murderers is still aboard.

He'll need time to get clear.

Scott, off you go. You know where.

Yes, Father.

They've got a submarine
standing by somewhere.

We need Thunderbird 4.

Get moving.
Lady Penelope's in real trouble.

You'll have to move faster
than ever before.

We understand.

OK, sister.

- This is it.
- You're not leaving?

I was just beginning
to enjoy your company.

So long, lady.
You've got about an hour left.

- All set, Gordon?
- FAB. Let's go.

Would you like coffee
while you're waiting?

Thank you, Tin Tin.

Waiting's the worst part
of these operations.

I saw Virgil and Gordon fly off.

I wish we knew more clearly what
they'll find when they get there.

International Rescue from Penelope.
Jeff, are you receiving me?

That's funny.
I could swear I heard something.

From the monitor, yes.

Penny! Is that you?
The boys are on their way to you.

'Come in, Penny. Can you get any
closer to the transmitter?'

Jeff, there's a submarine in the bay.

Penny, can you get any closer?
I can't hear you.

All right, then, Jeff. Here goes.

- Mr Tracy, what was that?
- I don't know.

Maybe Penelope's
trying to tell us something.

Whatever she's doing, I hope
the transmitter can stand the treatment.

It should do.

The transistors a-are very small
in Lady Penelope's compact.

That accounts for the bad reception,
but they are e-extremely robust.

I wish I knew what
she was trying to tell us.

Everything's fixed. Boy, could that
dame talk. And was she a cool one!

All we've got to do now is wait
for the patrol boat to cross the bay.

That gives us 40 minutes.

40 minutes, and then the boathouse,
the boat and that dame go sky-high!

- Base from Thunderbird 1.
- 'Loud and clear, Scott.'

- Any more information?
- 'Not a thing.'

Penelope's trying to contact us

but she can't get near enough
to the transmitter.

Hold it, Scott. Come in, Penny.

You're still very far off the mic.

You've got to trace the submarine.
The bomb is controlled from there.

It's no use, Penny.
I still can't make you out.

'You'll have to get closer.'

Oh, dear.
This is most strenuous. Here goes.

Come on, Penny. Come on.

Father, I'll be at the danger zone
in 15 minutes.

'Keep Thunderbird at maximum speed.'

FAB.

Well, it's now or never.

Why, Penelope!

- Are you all right?
- 'At last! '

Those killers are hiding out
in their sub. They must be stopped.

- Where are they?
- 'I'm not sure.

'This bomb goes off

'as soon as the patrol boat
comes into the bay at 1 Opm.

'Then they escape with Bonson's plan.'

I'll tell Scott to prepare his sonar
equipment. He'll soon find them.

Base from Thunderbird 1.
Approaching danger zone. Time 9:40.

'Proceed with sonar sounding.'

Base from Thunderbird 1.

Sonar soundings operating.
Reading negative.

'Widen the area of search.
You've got to locate that sub.'

FAB.

I'll cover the area in a widening
circle. I hope we have enough time.

'Thunderbird 2 from Thunderbird 1,
what is your ETA?'

Thunderbird 1 from Thunderbird 2,
20 minutes from now.

'FAB. Try to make it sooner.'

'Penelope from International Rescue.
Scott's trying to find the sub now.'

Good.

'Virgil and Gordon are minutes away.

'Don't worry, Penny,
we'll get you out of there.'

Ten minutes, then that patrol boat
comes across the bay.

Then up goes the boathouse,
Gail Williams and all.

Suppose the patrol boat
doesn't investigate?

It'll pick up the sound
of our motors.

Stop worrying. The cops will go.

That bomb is powerful enough
to interest anyone.

- I guess you're right.
- Of course I am.

Aren't I always?

Calling Base. I've got her!

'Great work. Contact Virgil.
You have seven minutes.'

Thunderbird 2 from Thunderbird 1.
Submarine located.

Approaching danger zone.
About to launch Thunderbird 4.

'Great.'

- Take up your position, Gordon.
- Sure thing.

'Thunderbird 2 from Thunderbird 1.'

Submarine located at area 243,
reference 19, chart 9.

- That's the best I can do.
- 'FAB.'

Gordon's sound scan will find it.
How long have we got?

'Five minutes.'

Operating sound scan, Scott.

Got her! Range 400 yards.

Scott, I've ascertained the danger zone.
Proceeding at full speed.

'FAB, Gordon.'

That sub must be paralysed
before the patrol boat gets here.

You've got four minutes.

Three minutes
before the patrol boat comes along.

Firing paralyser now!

Hey! What was that?

What's going on?

I've started drilling, Scott.

30 seconds.

'25 seconds.'

What?!

I'm through! Now the tranquilliser.

Uh...quickly...

oxygen masks...

I... I... I...must...get...
..to the detonator.

The bomb...must...

fire...the...bomb...

Gordon's knocked those guys out.

The patrol boat's in the bay
and nothing's happened.

'Thank heaven.

'I hope Penny's OK.'

I'll tell you
in a minute or two, Father.

You knew those murderers would try
to kill you. You sure took a chance.

It's what makes life interesting -
the uncertainty.

I just hope
Gordon can find the plans.

Hey! Yeah, I reckon
this is what we came to rescue.

Uh-huh.

It looks intact. I guess Penelope
can put Mr Bonson's mind at rest.

'Leave your car and walk to the large
tree at the edge of the clearing.'

Keep looking straight ahead.

Now return to your car

and be very careful.

You know what will happen
if you move, Mr Bonson.

Yes, I think so.

On behalf of my chiefs,
I'd like to thank you.

On behalf of International Rescue,
I accept thanks.

One last warning.

If you attempt to trace me
or my organisation,

you will find severe opposition.

I will not say further than that.

- 'Ome, m'lady?
- Home, Parker.

By the way,
how did you fare at the Casino?

- Oh, I...er...lost, m'lady.
- Oh, dear. How much?

Well...er...it's a bit difficult.

Now come on, Parker,
you can tell me.

Well, it wasn't so much
"how much" as "what" I lost.

You're being very mysterious.
What did you lose?

Well, I got a bit carried away,
I thought I had a system...

Parker! WHAT did you lose?

Er...

Well...

Your yacht, m'lady.