All language subtitles for Thunderbirds - 01x25 - The Cham-Cham

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'Thunderbirds are go!'

They're bringing her out now.

All security systems are operational.

There's nothing to worry about.

That's what we thought last time.
We were wrong.

She certainly looks good, sir.

At this moment the contours
of the RTL-2 interest me much less

than the success
of the whole operation.

Hitchins,

have the crew been given
their sealed orders yet?

They should be opening them now, sir.

OK, so now we know where
we're delivering the goods to.

Macklin, have you read your orders?

Yes, sir.

Well, let's set a course.

Yes, Captain.

Guess I'd better have a final word
with the old man.

The only danger in this operation

is if an enemy discovers
the position of your aircraft.

'Quite, sir.'

So I want you to preserve
complete radio silence.

'Once you've levelled out,
don't utter another word.'

Right, sir.

Break silence only in a case
of extreme emergency.

You have your orders.
Carry them out. Good luck.

I'll sure be glad when
we've delivered this little cargo.

'Radio Maxwell is proud to bring to
the microphone at Paradise Peaks,

'the Cas Carnaby Five with their
chart-topping hit Dangerous Game.'

I hope Tin Tin's listening,
she digs this number.

Yeah, it's great!

'This is RTL-2 calling
central control.

'This is RTL-2 calling
central control!'

Loud and clear, RTL-2. Go ahead.

'Central control, we are under attack.
We are under attack!

'Three fighters
with some kind of oval markings.'

'We can't stand up to much more
of this punishment. What...'

The radio's gone dead.

Hitchins, you get a fix?

Yes, sir, relief aircraft
are on their way.

This is the third time
this has happened. The third time!

I wonder if it was a coincidence?

- What, Alan?
- That tune, Dangerous Game.

Just before the transporter crashed,
they were playing it on the radio.

So? They've played it a million times
on the radio in the past month.

They played it on Radio Maxwell
before the other two crashes as well.

What are you getting at, Alan?

It's simple,
each time they were attacked,

the Cas Carnaby Five have been
giving a live performance.

Live?
That was pretty observant of you.

But surely the Cas Carnaby Five
can't be involved with this?

There could be a connection.
Where are they?

They're doing a season
at Paradise Peaks.

Isn't that that de luxe hotel
in the Alps?

- Yeah.
- What do think, Brains?

It's certainly
an interesting observation.

I'll get John in the satellite
to radio us a recording

of that broadcast
and see what I make of it.

Meanwhile, I know just the person
to investigate this hotel.

Tea, m'lady?

Oh, thank you, Parker.
Tea on the lawn...

and isn't it a lovely day?

Yes, m'lady.

In fact, I wondered if I might have
the rest of the afternoon off.

I thought I might
take Cook out for a punt.

Why, certainly. You deserve a break.

Thank you, m'lady. I'll just go and
change into something more suitable.

International Rescue,
Lady Penelope speaking.

'Hello, Penny. Jeff here.'

Why, Jeff, what a pleasant surprise.

Penny, I'm investigating the crashing
of these rocket transporters

- and I require your assistance.
- 'I see. What do you want me to do?'

I want you to go to Switzerland,
to the Paradise Peaks Hotel

and investigate the Cas Carnaby Five.

Cas Carnaby?

'There seems to be some connection.'

Very well. I'll get Parker
to arrange a flight at once.

♪ Jolly boating weather...

♪ Da da da dee, da da! ♪

Oh, yes!
When Cook sees me in this gear,

she'll be like putty in me 'ands.

'Parker, we are off
on a mission again.'

Oh. Very good, m'lady. What sort
of business will it be this time?

'Show business, Parker.

'I believe you have connections
in the theatre world?'

Oh, yes, m'lady.

Excellent connections.

Wanda Lamour?
Who the heck's Wanda Lamour, anyway?

She's by way of being
a very provocative torch singer.

Nosey, I'd love to do you a favour
for old times' sake,

but I can't send Paradise Peaks
a singer I've never heard of!

Now that is a pity. A real pity.

I was in the States last week, and I
was only saying to Pudgy Patterson...

Huh? Pudgy Patterson?
I thought he was...inside.

Pudgy? Now, I ask you!

Could you see a bloke like Pudgy
staying long behind bars?

With his muscles?

What are you getting at? You didn't
tell him I'm over here, did you?

Well, to tell you the truth, Maxi,
I didn't really know what to do.

He was in a very anxious state.
Kept on about some...

unfinished business.

All right, Nosey. I get the message.
You wanna do a deal.

That's right, Maxi.

You engage Wanda Lamour
at Paradise Peaks.

And you keep your mouth shut!

OK, then. What's this Wanda Lamour
like? Is she blonde or brunette?

Good, that ought to do the trick.

Come in.

Oh, beg pardon, Miss.
I was looking for Her Ladyship.

Come in.

So you didn't recognise me?

It looks as if my disguise
is a success. I should go down well.

They say if you go down well
at Paradise Peaks,

you'll go down well anywhere.

I hope I can keep this pose up
long enough. Still...

the show must go on.

I'm all set, Alan.

OK, Tin Tin.
You're clear to go. Good luck!

How's it going, Penny?
I mean, Wanda!

'All right, Jeff.
My flight departs in ten minutes.

'Any new developments?'

Not yet. Brains is working on
the Cas Carnaby recording...

looking for melodic patterns
which might cause mechanical changes.

A radio was playing in the aircraft
when the crash happened.

You see, Alan, repeated melodic
patterns from the Cas Carnaby group

could be used to impede
the efficiency of the aircraft.

But Brains, the transporters
reported that they were under attack.

It was the fighters
that shot them down.

True. But perhaps the music affected
their ability to retaliate.

However, I agree that there could
be something in the music.

Something like a musical code.

Well, let's try and decode it.

Penelope and Tin Tin
will need as much help as possible.

They weren't joking when they said
this was the highest hotel in Europe.

Yes, and I feel rather lost without
Parker. I wish we'd taken the Rolls.

Remember what they said -
it's a very long and dangerous road.

Perhaps it's just
this disguise making me nervous.

You'll be all right, Penelope,
provided they don't ask you to sing.

I'm going to plead throat trouble.

That should give us time
to investigate.

Look! There it is.

Paradise Peaks Hotel!

I just can't believe

they've got anything to do
with this sabotage business. I can't!

Thanks a lot, ladies and gentlemen.

Isn't he gorgeous?

Ladies and gentlemen,

I want you to meet our next
guest star here at the Peaks.

I'd ask her to sing for you, but
her opening has had to be postponed,

because of a throat infection.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I give you Miss Wanda Lamour.

Gee, Miss Kyrano, it's real nice
of you to come round and see me.

When did you get here?

Just today. I came with Miss Lamour.

Oh, yeah, Miss Lamour,
the lady with a frog in her throat.

I must've heard Dangerous Game
a million times

but it still knocks me cold,
Mr Carnaby.

You're a bit of a knockout yourself.
And, please, call me Cas.

All right - Cas. But you must get
tired of playing that tune.

Don't you sometimes want to vary it?

You know, change the tempo
or something?

We leave that to Mr Olsen.

Yeah, well...
Kids, I have things to attend to.

Couple of points I'd like
to raise with you, Cas.

So Mr Olsen's your musical arranger?

Yeah. Funny guy,
but he knows the business.

Funny? In what way?

Well, he's temperamental.

He makes last-minute changes
just before we go on the air.

Drives us crazy!

Still, like I say,
he knows the business.

It's certainly funny

that our paths have never
crossed before, Miss Lamour.

I know most of the warblers
in show business.

Oh, I've been around, you know.
High society keeps me pretty busy.

That figures.

But you're still a lady of mystery.

You've told me everything
and nothing. You intrigue me.

Oh, that's enough about me.
Tell me about yourself.

I hear you keep
the Cas Carnaby boys on their toes.

What else have you heard?

That you also are a mystery.

Tell me, Mr Olsen,
what is your secret?

Of my success? Or of my good looks?

Both, Mr Olsen. Both.

Plenty of beauty sleep, Miss Lamour.

And I'm afraid
that's my cue to excuse myself

from your very charming company.

So soon?

Good night.

Pssst! M'lady!

Why, Parker!

You're a sight for sore eyes!
What are you doing here?

I got a job
as part-time bouncer, m'lady.

I thought I'd be more useful
to you here at the hotel.

Oh, Parker, we seem to be having
very little success.

I would enjoy
one of your splendid cups of tea.

Very good, m'lady.
I'll fetch you some up at once.

Mmm, just right.
Thank you very much, Parker.

Now, tell me,
how are your investigations going?

Well, m'lady, I did overhear
your Mr Olsen talking to Benito,

the head waiter.

He was saying something about
expecting a message tomorrow morning.

I wonder what he meant by that?

It sounds interesting.
Where does Olsen live, Parker?

In a chalet round the mountain.

Let's follow this up at once.
He'll soon find out I'm a fake.

Right. Let's report it to Mr Tracy.

International Rescue!
Calling International Rescue!

How are the experiments going,
Brains?

Well, Mr Tracy,

I've established
that there's some kind

of electronic pattern in the music.

- So it was a code?
- It's likely.

But I have to decode the music
before I'm sure there's a code in it.

Laboratory.

'Tin Tin's here for Dad.'

Jeff Tracy speaking.
What's the situation, Tin Tin?

Nothing definite,

but Olsen, the music arranger
could be the man we're looking for.

But we don't know if he's
working alone or with the group.

Brains is pretty certain the music
contains a code. Do you need help?

Not yet, Mr Tracy. We'll tell you
tomorrow, after we've called on Olsen.

We're nearly there!

What's that machine
he's working at?

I don't know.
Some kind of electronic computer.

Did you get a close-up?

Yes. He's been giving his orders
for the next sabotage operation.

Come on!

We've got to warn Jeff!

- Give me Benito, quickly!
- 'Oui, monsieur.'

'Allo?

I see. I see.

That singer that no one
has ever heard of.

Very well.

I shall deal with them.

Right. Ski thrusts on.

What do you suppose
is going on up there?

Why, that's Parker!

Oh, my goodness!

They appear to be heading this way.

Oh, dear. I'm sure this isn't
doing Parker's vertigo any good.

I must apologise for
the unconventional entrance, m'lady,

but I had to apprehend him somehow.

You mean that bullet
was meant for us?

Yes, m'lady. The masquerade is over.

Our friend here had been ordered
to dispose of you and Miss Tin Tin.

I'm not surprised,

now they know we're on to their
little game.

We must get back to the hotel
and contact Jeff.

And hide him.

The broom cupboard's
the best place for him, Miss.

Out of sight, out of mind,
as the saying goes.

When he comes to, I hope
we'll be a long way from here.

I just can't get Brains and Alan
to eat anything.

They say they haven't got time.

Well, Mother, they've just got
to get this code cracked.

Well, it seems to me..

Go ahead, Penny.

'We've traced the men who've been
sabotaging the transporter planes.'

Good work.

Brains, are you there?
I want you up here.

I'm on my way.

OK, Penny, we've got to work fast.

'Tin Tin's going to show you
the evidence.

'Go ahead, Tin Tin.'

'This was after the machine
had done the translating.'

That's it!

Oh, of course!
Why didn't I think of it before?

Think of what, Brains?

That's it! It's a Cham-Cham!

- A Cham-Cham?
- What's a Cham-Cham, Brains?

It's a new electronic machine

that is sensitive to ultrasonic
harmonics and microtones. Of course!

Now that I know their technique,
I'll soon break their code.

Right. Brains will return to the lab
and work out the code. Penelope...

'Yes, Jeff.'

Wait for my next message.

- Scott, get me Washington DC.
- Yes, sir.

We've got to save
that next transporter.

Sir, they could be on the level.

You know we can trust
International Rescue.

We can't listen to every nut who
says he's International Rescue!

But, sir,
Washington thinks they're genuine.

I don't intend to make my unit the
laughing stock of the US Air Force,

just because some coot
wants to play musical chairs!

Yes, sir.

No good, Father?

No, Alan. They wouldn't listen.
Washington were sympathetic,

but the Commander at Matthews
wasn't convinced.

Well, Brains has cracked the code,

and calculated how to alter
the tune and Olsen's message.

Good. Now it's up to Penelope
and Tin Tin.

Only they can save that aircraft.

All right, Cas,
let's try the tune this way tonight.

There's just a few minor
modifications.

I don't see the point...

Look, Cas, never mind the objections.
When we drew up that contract,

you agreed to do it my way.

Yeah, OK, then. We'll change
the arrangement for the broadcast.

That's my boy.

You'd better let the other fellas know.
You're on in five minutes.

Thanks, Mr Olsen.

Cas, if you alter the arrangement,
you must change it to our way.

Tin Tin, if you asked me play
Dangerous Game in 3/4 time, I'd do it,

but I'd still want to know why.

I can't tell you how I came to be
involved in all this. Just trust me.

Honey, this season here
is the biggest break I'll ever get.

I can't break my contract
with Mr Olsen.

- Father, I'm all set.
- 'Right, Scott.'

Let's hope this gamble pays off.
It's a desperate step

but it's the only way to show the Air
Force we're in earnest. Good luck.

Thanks, Father.

Right, boys, it's nearly time
for the broadcast.

Let's see what's happening
at Paradise Peaks.

Brains, are you ready?

Yes. Penelope knows how to alter the
arrangement to divert those fighters.

I just hope they can persuade
Cas Carnaby to play it that way.

Now, ladies and gentlemen,
I give you The Cas Carnaby Five!

Oh, dear.
Only Penelope can save us now.

I wonder where Mr Olsen's got to.

Good.
Our contact has a message for us.

I'm getting a direction on
the flight path of the transporter.

♪ When you play...

♪ That dangerous game

♪ You must learn... ♪

The message is changing.

♪ Learn to watch every glance... ♪

She's done it!

She's changing the key -
and the code.

Six, two, nine, six, six...

eight.

Action stations!

Intercept transporter craft
at position 6-2-9-6-6-8.

Repeat, 6-2-9-6-6-8.

Intercept transporter craft -
and destroy.

♪ So beware...

♪ It may be a frame

♪ You must gamble hard
when you play

♪ That dangerous game ♪

Parker, look!

♪ That dangerous...

♪ Game ♪

Virgil, you better get out
to Paradise Peaks.

Penelope and Tin Tin could be
in great danger. Alan, go with him.

Sir, we've just received
a request for permission to land.

Sir, it's...International Rescue.

International Rescue?!

This is International Rescue
calling Matthews Control.

We recently told you

your transporter was about to be
destroyed by fighters,

but you would not listen.

What's this all about?

We've diverted the fighters and they
are about to overfly this airfield.

That must be the three unidentified
aircraft that were just reported.

Look, those oval markings!

These must be the fighters
reported last time. Action stations!

- Yes, sir.
- These aircraft must be destroyed!

So...International Rescue
have done it again.

I feel dreadful slipping away like this.
We haven't even paid our bill.

It's the only way to avoid Mr Olsen.

I wonder where he can be.

Good. The three of them.

Now to make sure they don't
interrupt any more broadcasts.

That's strange - we've stopped!

I can't understand it!

Parker, press the alarm bell!

Yes, m'lady.

That sounded like
the cable car alarm.

- What was that?
- I don't like this at all.

Calling International Rescue.
Come in, International Rescue.

'It looks as if Olsen is
going to get his revenge.

'I thought
we were getting away too easily.'

All right, Penny, Virgil expects
to arrive there in two minutes.

OK, Father, we should be
sighting the hotel any moment.

They're trapped in a cable car
and Olsen's cutting the cable.

Olsen! Olsen! Cut that out!

You crazy fool!
That car will never stop!

What's that?

Hey! Just look at that!
He's cut the cable!

Alan, I'm going to get in close.
When I say, fire the magnetic grabs!

FAB!

He's coming very close!

Right, Alan - now!

It's no use -
the grabs won't hold.

Calling Penelope.

'Come in, Penelope.'

Loud and clear, Virgil.

Look, Penelope, you'll have to help us.
Let me talk to Parker.

I hope Parker has a head for heights.

Right, lowering cables...now.

Parker, use this!

He won't make it in time!

Hurry, Parker, hurry!

Right, Alan, stand by with retros.

Standing by.

Now!

Parker, are you all right?

Parker?!

Oh, dear,
what could have happened to him?

Look! There he is!

Well, it's nice to know that lovely tune

can't be used
for sinister purposes any more.

Does anyone here know
we're from International Rescue?

No, but Cas is intrigued to know
how we found out about the code.

Where's Tin Tin? I haven't seen her
since the last dance.

Oh, er, Alan and she went out
for some air, I think.

And tomorrow she's off home again.

Ah, well, that's show business.

I suppose you're all cut up about
going back to the base tomorrow,

and leaving Cas and the fellas.

Oh, I'm getting quite used to this
"hello", "goodbye" all the time.