All language subtitles for Thunderbirds - 01x23 - The Duchess Assignment

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'Thunderbirds are go! '

Six, noir. Six, black.

Beg pardon, m'lady.

It's all right, Parker.
This isn't your night!

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

Yes, m'lady.

Messieurs, dames, faites vos jeux.
Place your bets, please.

- After all, it is my money!
- Yes, 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! The Duchess of Royston.
I haven't seen her for years.

Douze, rouge. Twelve, red.

- Twelve, red.
- But...But, m'lady...you've won!

Your winnings, madame.

- Sit in for me, Parker.
- Oh...yes, m'lady!

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

Oh, come on,

seventeen, black...

Dix-huit, rouge. Eighteen, red.

Oh, dear!

She's so stupid,
she can't see the table's fixed.

Penelope! What a delightful surprise!

- I'm doing rather badly, I fear.
- So I see.

You must be desperate!

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

All I've got left now is my painting.

My Braquasso.

Thank goodness I left that at home.

Otherwise,
I'd be gambling it away, too!

Braquasso. Did you hear that?

Yeah! This character's a walkover!

Deborah, how have you been keeping?

- Rien ne va plus.
- Shh, dear!

Seventeen, black...

Ouatorze, rouge. Fourteen, red.

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

Everything!

Just a moment, monsieur.

This table is fixed.

Parker?

- You are mistaken, madame.
- I saw it with my own eyes.

Not so fast, mon ami!

The game's up, mon ami.
We've got witnesses...to prove it.

- What are you talking about?
- Those tables 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 are human, I presume?

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

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

I regret to say.

I regret to say I lost the duchess
when they threw the lights.

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

Ouick!

That's 'im, m'lady!

It looks as if the croupier's with him.
Come on!

They will never catch us.

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

Ouite, m'lady!

I can see them just ahead, m'lady!

They're gaining on us.

Never mind.
I shall be ready for them.

Pathetic, isn't it, m'lady?

Ouite, Parker.
Try to get his tyres first.

We may as well try to reason
with them.

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

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.

Let's go and console the duchess.
I expect she's staying at The Grand.

No, madame. I am afraid
the duchess is no longer here.

She left this evening.

I'm sorry to hear that.
Any idea how I can trace her?

Yes, madame...

Royston Castle, England.

We're too late, m'lady.

Oh, dear. Poor Deborah.
She wasn't joking then.

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

I wish we could help her.

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

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

Where has that son of mine got to?

I can't find him anywhere.

The last time I saw him
he was carrying the parcel

that came for him today.

- The one with the Saville Row label?
- That's the one!

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

The...rain in Spain...

stays mainly...

in the plain.

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 - 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?

Well done! Remarkable!

They're not finished yet.

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

It's the pilot. The other machine
will guide them both down.

Absolutely first class!

First class.

Yes, Percy, but International Rescue
do this sort of thing all the time!

They ought to have them on display.

Oh, Jeff, must you go
to New York tomorrow?

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

- What are you gonna show me now?
- This is art of the last century.

I promised a friend
that I'd come along.

Poor Duchess of Royston -
she's fallen on hard times.

Sorry to hear that. What happened?

She went to the South of France
to try and corner the market there.

But the stakes were against her.

- Anything we can do?
- I wish there was.

She lent a precious possession
to the gallery

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

"Portrait of a Gazelle" by Braquasso.

Gazelle!

"Portrait of a Gazelle"?

- I've got it, Penelope!
- What do you mean?

I know how we can help the duchess.

There's someone in New York
I must 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.

'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 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
everything's automated.

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

Thanks!

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

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

Heh, heh... 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
about a portrait of a gazelle?

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

I'm fascinated! Where can I see it?

I just happen to 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...

This could be the symbol
of the Gazelle organisation!

That was, er...what I had figured.

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

She'll sell!

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 to have it in my home.

It's sweet of you to look after it
now the exhibition is over.

Well, let's have tea, shall we?

Four hundred
and seventy-five thousand.

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

Duchess...

I mean, your Grace.

Four hundred and seventy-five
thousand pounds

- 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 Duchess
the sandwiches.

Yes, m'lady.

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

I know a good investment
when I see one.

I've set my heart on it,
and I must have it.

Mr Dandruff...

Dandridge.

I beg your pardon. 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'll advance my figure.

I will give you six hundred
thousand pounds for the painting.

No, thank you, Mr Dandruff.

That picture

is a precious family heirloom
and I couldn't sell it.

I came all the way
from the USA for the picture!

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

A solution to make both of you happy.

For example, the duchess could
let you have the painting for, say,

six months on a rent basis.

- Rent?!
- Rent?!

Um...

well...

Say! That's a great idea!

Will passengers on
Fireflash flight 681 to New York

join their hostess in two minutes
at walkway number three.

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

Now, that will do! I've a present
for you that'll give you luck.

Oh, Penelope! How sweet!

- What is it?
- It's a St Christopher, for a safe journey.

Parker's seeing to the loading
of the painting, so don't worry.

A car will meet you at New York.

Thank you for bearing with me,
Penelope.

I must sometimes appear
like an eccentric old woman,

but that painting is precious to me,

and I'd feel happier
if I took it over to Mr Dandridge.

I understand.

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

Oh, thank you!

Goodbye, Penelope.

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

I won't, dear!
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.

How pretty!

There she goes!

It'll be nice to keep a check
on the duchess.

Ouite, m'lady.

I'm sure Mr Dandridge
will give her a great welcome.

All right, Hendrix,
you'd better go to the airport.

The duchess should be in soon.

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

'Yes, Mr Dandridge?'

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

- I've got it.
- 'It'll show we mean business.'

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

That takes care of him!

That uniform
is going to fit me perfectly.

Yeah! It'll 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 take 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.

Yes, m'lady. In fact 'er Grace
is already leaving the city.

You're right.

I hope everything's going
according to plan.

- Is this Central Park?
- No, madam, this isn't New York.

And why not, pray?

Mr Dandridge asked me to take you
to his country house.

I don't like it.

Mr Dandridge was to
take her to his office

to see the painting being hung.

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.

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 late.'

I regret to say
that she must have been kidnapped.

'Kidnapped? But how could that...'

Parker!

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

..And the signal
has led deep into the country.

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

Don't worry. We'll find her. Scott?

I'm on my way.

I'll get John to trace the signal.

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

FAB.

Virgil, take off in Thunderbird 2.

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

Right, Father.

'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 trace 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, we're on our way.'

Gee...that's a lonely spot.

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

Before you go,
please tell me what it is you want.

If it's the painting you can take it.

Don't worry, we have it.

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

You won't get away with this.

We will. Like those casino crooks
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!

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

Otherwise there could be
a nasty explosion. So long!

Oh, dear...

Oh, dear. What will become of me?

Thunderbird 5 from Thunderbird 1.

- What's the latest?
- Still the same.

The signal is coming
from the same location.

We can only hope she's still wearing
the brooch and that it's not 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.

Father, I think I can see where she is.
It's a solitary spot.

- Father!
- What is it?

She's still transmitting, Scott.

I'm going in.
I hope we can do something.

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

'with a "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.'

Good evening, Mr Dandridge.
I'm here to deliver the painting

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

Ouite. As agreed.

Um...Miss Godolphin,

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

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

- 'Thank you.'
- What other matter?

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!

Put your hands up!

Oh! Oh!

The painting!

Oh...the painting!

Virgil!

I've traced the signal to the cellar.

Virgil, we'll need the Mole.

- 'We must get into the cellar now.'
- FAB.

course - 079 degrees, angle - 30.

- 'FAB.'
- 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 yet.

Provided I can hold that wall.

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

'It's the soil...
there's a vein of solid rock.'

This heat...it's fantastic!

What on earth is that?!

Oh, dear... What can this be...?

Ouickly! This way!

Virgil! This wall's going over
at any moment.

'OK, we're on our way up.'

Scott, calling the Mole.
Virgil, are you OK?

Scott calling base!

Go ahead, Scott.

'Virgil was on his way up
but the building's fallen.

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

or he's in a bad way.'

Is the signal still registering?

'Yes, but I can't tell
if it's moving or not.'

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

If only we'd known
about the conditions.

We could have used the fire-fighter.

Don't blame yourselves.

If you'd waited any longer
it would have been too late

to attempt a rescue.

Father! The Mole's surfaced again.

But was he in time to save the duchess?

D'you know, Penelope, the property
development company backed out

when the preject was dropped,

and the agent couldn't 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...
- 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
posed as 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.

The truth is, your Grace,

I have some rather sad news
about the Gazelle picture.

Indeed?

I'm afraid so. The brute 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.

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

This is the "Portrait of a Gazelle"
by Braquasso.

Then...i-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.

Excuse me,
but there's a glossy magazine

on the videophone for your Grace.

They want the rights to your life story.
Is £35,000 enough?

Tell them I'll take £50,000,
nothing less.

- Very good, your Grace.
- '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,
there's a little trip I want to take.

Oh, yes? Where to, Deborah?

Come on!

Fifteen, black!

Come on! Fifteen, black!