All language subtitles for Thunderbirds - 02x01 - Atlantic Inferno

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'Thunderbirds are go! '

Well, Your Ladyship, you've done it.
We can't thank you enough

for coming all this way
to open the pass.

It was my pleasure, Sir Harry.
The excitement was most welcome.

Will you join us
for a celebration party?

Very kind,
but Parker will be waiting.

I want to return to my little farm.

I'll drive you down to the road
in the jeep.

I do hope your preject
is a tremendous success.

Yes. Look, the 'dozers
are already getting down to the job.

I'll say goodbye
and thank you, Sir Harry.

Thank you, Your Ladyship.
Next time, you must stay for a beer!

Ahem! Sorry to hurry you, m'lady,

but you did say you wanted to look
at your sheep before retiring.

So I did, Parker. I'm ready now.

So long, Your Ladyship.

Now, I must ring Jeff Tracy.
I have a little idea.

Lady Penelope
to International Rescue.

How's Australia, Penny?

'I've just blown up a mountain.'

What?

'Don't worry! They're building
a new road through the mountains.

'I'm now going on to my farm.'

I've got an idea to put to you, Jeff.

'What's on your mind?'

You haven't had a holiday
in at least 18 months.

Yeah, but...

'I think you should join me
on my farm in Australia.'

I'll make certain that you're not
disturbed and you can relax.

It's not that simple. An emergency
could happen at any time.

I've got to organise things here.

But we know the procedure, Dad.

I agree. It's time you had a rest.

What is this? I don't need a rest.

'The boys agree with me.

'I'll expect you this evening.
I insist you come.'

How d'ya like that?! She cut me off!

- She was thinking of you, you know.
- Yes, she was trying to help.

It was a great thought,
but you understand the problems.

Alan, you understand, don't you?

Sure, Dad.

Now, if you'll excuse us, Tin Tin
and I are about to play tennis.

Gordon, Brains...

It's not that I don't want to go.
There could be an emergency.

OK, I'll go to Australia,
if that's what you all want!

That's great, Dad.

I'll help my father
to pack your bags.

Who's going to take your place, Dad?

You're the eldest, Scott.

That's swell of you guys,
but my job is to fly Thunderbird 1.

I'm still giving the orders.
I haven't gone yet, you know!

Scott, you're next in line.

Virgil will pilot Thunderbird 2,

and Gordon Thunderbird 4.

That only leaves you, Alan.

You mean,
I've got to handle Thunderbird 1?

Only rarely do we have to use
Thunderbirds 1 and 3 together.

You'll control
whichever craft is required.

Yes, you take over my old job!

I'll just check things with John.

International Rescue
from Thunderbird 5.

What's new, Father?

'Penny has persuaded me to join her
in Australia for a break.'

It's about time, Dad.

Before I hand over to Scott,
I want to ensure everything is OK.

'Nothing much is happening.

'Except that the World Navy
are on exercise in the Atlantic.'

Prepare to commence gyropedo tests.

Target vessel in red area.

If these new weapons work, they'll
revolutionise undersea firepower.

Yes, sir. Our vessels will be
able to attack fast and with power.

Right, put atom sub Reaper
on standby.

She's adopting combat position now,
100 miles from target vessel.

- On course and steady, sir.
- OK, dive!

Opening...two...four...
and six, sir.

Tracy to Base Control. Airborne.

Remember, Scott, to keep me informed.

'Relax, Dad. I'll call
if we have any problems.'

OK, Scott, so long.

I thought he would change his mind!

You can understand him worrying -
he's never left us alone, before.

OK, Scott,
what's your first decision?

That's easy.
I contact John in Thunderbird 5.

'Thunderbird 5. Come in, John.'

- Hi, Scott. What's wrong?
- 'Er...nothing, John.'

Why the call then, Scott?

I just wondered how things were.

'There's just the World Navy
preparing their target shot.'

Alert all vessels in the vicinity
and warn the Seascape rig.

'Seascape drilling rig,
from World Navy flagship, Atlantic.'

Seascape here.
Receiving you five by five.

'About to commence target practice.
There could be some explosions.'

Really? Here, Dick, I'll take over.

Hello, Atlantic. This is
Frank Hooper, rig superintendent.

'I don't like the sound of that.'

All the explosions
will be beneath the surface.

'There's no chance of any danger.'

I hope not! Ending transmission.
Darned navy!

Always bellyaching
about the rigs in the area,

but we can't protest
about their explosions.

Gyropedoes one and two
at ready, sir.

Approaching
radio-control target vessel,

bearing seven...five...eight.

Contact.
Away both. Seek and destroy.

- Number one is off course, sir.
- Correct by remote, lieutenant.

Second strike, negative.

- Kill by remote.
- I can't, sir. There's no response.

She's a maverick!

- The missile exploded on the seabed.
- 'What's the navy reaction?'

They're hopping mad,
but there seems to be no danger.

Well, that's something.

'Yeah, but it caused havoc
with the ocean.

'The Seascape says that
the water's still boiling.'

Alert all rig personnel!

All crew to storm stations!
Amber alert.

Make fast anchors!
Increase stabilisers!

Raise the rig.

Bonga Bonga from Jeff Tracy.
Permission to land requested.

'Come in, Bonga Bonga.'

Bonga Bonga to Mr Tracy.
Her Ladyship's out with the sheep.

- 'What's she doing? Counting them?'
- She thinks that one's missing.

Are you kidding?
There must be 200,000 sheep!

200,007, sir. That's the trouble -
her Ladyship can only find 200,006!

'OK, Parker.'

- Is it clear for me to land?
- Oh, perfectly, sir.

'I swept it out as soon as we got here.'

Great. I'll be right there.

Ah, that sounds like Jeff.
I must have this sheep counter fixed.

It must be faulty.

What is it, Parker?

'M'lady, Mr Tracy has landed.'

I'll come straight away, Parker.

- Ah, Penny! It's good to see you.
- Thank you, Jeff.

I'm so pleased you could get away.

Now, tell me all about the boys.
How are they?

That reminds me,
I'd better call them.

Jeff, you came here for a rest!

Now, I'll let you make this one call,

then you must promise me that you'll
forget all about the island.

I'd be happier checking in.

Scott and the boys
are probably in bed.

No, Scott will be awake.

- 'Scott, how are things with you?'
- Great, Dad. No problems.

I sent the boys to bed. You never
know when something might break.

Make sure you take some rest.

Good night, Dad.

Thunderbird 5
from International Rescue base.

'What's up, Scott?'

Just wondered how things were.

- All quiet.
- 'How about that atomic explosion?'

No problems there.
The sea's calmed down.

Well, Kravitz, the swell's settled.

Imagine those navy guys
letting that happen!

It's bad enough being here,
without the navy sending us under!

Say, the weather computers
are reacting.

I reckon there'll be a gale come sun-up.

What in thunder's that?!

- It's like that atom explosion.
- Sound the alarms!

Attention all stations. Emergency!

'Fire-jet sighted, 30 miles west.

'Cause of fire-jet not certain, but I reckon
a gas field has been blown! '

- John, what's happening?
- 'That explosion did do damage.'

How's that?

'Seascape has sent out
an alarm call.'

There's a 200-foot jet of fire
blazing near the rig.

- Are those guys in danger?
- 'It's not certain yet.'

- You'd better get in contact.
- 'OK.'

I heard the emergency signal.

- Good. What do you think?
- It's too early to say.

Seascape from International Rescue.

International Rescue?
You heard about this fire-jet, huh?

'Yes, what are the dangers?'

Can you give me complete details?

I think the atomic explosion
fractured the sea-bed.

The heat has taken a few hours to
penetrate through to the gas field.

'What is the extent of the field?'

The gas pocket
stretches 40 miles west.

- How real is the danger?
- It's hard to estimate, Scott.

An explosion could trigger
a tidal wave.

It's a terrifying thought,

but do we get involved?

That's up to you, Scott.
Y-you're in command.

Yeah... I wonder what Dad would do?

'We now have a newsflash.

'A gas field in the Atlantic
has been penetrated.

'A 200-foot fire-jet
is threatening shipping.

'It is thought to be connected with
an explosion during navy manoeuvres.'

Shall I wake Mr Tracy?

You dare, Parker! Mr Tracy has
come here to get away from problems.

It's OK, Parker,
I heard the newscast.

Oh, Jeff, I thought you were asleep!

You can relax.
I'm not worried about that fire-jet,

but Scott will keep a check on it.

He'll know this is not a job
for International Rescue.

Brains, call the boys - this is a job
for International Rescue!

Thunderbirds are go!

Base from Thunderbird 1.
Proceeding to danger zone.

'This is so different
from Thunderbird 3! '

- Yeah, don't forget I want it back.
- I won't forget.

'I should be at the fire-jet soon.'

Virgil, Gordon, take pod 4
and the sealing device.

- Moving out now, Scott.
- 'FAB.'

It looks bad.
I hope they get here soon.

'Seascape, from Thunderbird 1.
Request landing permission on rig.'

You got it! Use the heliport.

Boy, this isn't going to be easy!

Come on, Alan, get this machine
down on an even keel.

I've landed in one piece, Scott.

'Virgil and Gordon
are on their way.'

'Alan has arrived at the danger
zone. What is your ETA?'

07:00 hours, Scott.

Well, Scott,
your first mission is underway.

Mr Tracy would be proud of the way
you're handling the situation.

You're not suggesting
that I call him, are you, Brains?

Right now he'll be fast asleep.

- Jeff...Jeff, are you awake?
- Sure, Penny, come in.

You look like you've been up hours.

I guess that I have!

I couldn't sleep for thinking
about that fire-jet report.

You know Scott wouldn't risk
International Rescue.

I think I'll call in,
just to put my mind at rest.

You must relax. Leave it to the boys.

You don't understand!

You're a good father
and you're naturally anxious.

Now, please, please relax, Jeff.

Will you do that, just for me?

OK, Penny, you win!

You're absolutely right.
I guess I am kind of tired.

Base, I'm at the danger zone,
about to drop the pod.

'FAB, Virgil.'

Thunderbird 2 from Thunderbird 4.

OK, Virgil,
release sealing device now.

Cutting buoyancy compensators.

Great! She's sinking.

- 'Submerging, Virgil.'
- FAB, Thunderbird 4.

'Any word from Gordon yet, Alan?'

No, Scott. He's surveying the area.

- How does it look?
- 'I'll have to go around the fire.'

Turn to position the sealing device
ready for the drop.

'Commencing now.'

Releasing tow cable, and
activating downward thrust outlets.

Firing rocket clamps...now.

'Rocket clamps in position.
Now the compression valves.'

Mobile base from Thunderbird 4.
Fire is extinguished!

- Great!
- FAB.

Return to Thunderbird 2 and base.
See you there.

International Rescue stopped
the fire from spreading.

I'm not so sure.

The seismograph
shows some violent waves.

- Well, we did it!
- Yeah, you were great.

You didn't put a foot wrong.

You could take over Dad's job!

'Scott, this is your father.'

- Hi, Dad.
- 'I've just seen the news.'

International Rescue
capped that fire.

- 'It was a great success! '
- You should not have got involved!

- Listen, Father...
- 'No, you listen to me...'

International Rescue
is not just there to put out fires.

It could have been a disaster.

'We can't afford to deal in chances.
I'm flying home now.'

How about that!

Dad thought
you made the wrong decision,

but I thought you were right.

Are you really angry, Jeff?

I'm not angry with Scott, Penny.
I'm just worried.

You upset him, you know.

I meant every word that I said.

Including flying straight home?

- Sure.
- Then I think you're quite wrong.

You'll be making a big mistake.

You've made your point.

Scott won't go out on call
unless it is absolutely vital.

I guess so. Scott must run the show
without any interference from me.

I'll call Scott and tell him.

I've packed yout things.
Shall I put them in the aircraft?

No, thanks, Parker. I'm staying
for a couple more days.

Hmph! You'd think some
people would make up their minds!

'Your father
has decided to stay, after all.'

Thanks, Lady Penelope.

- So, you're back in control, Scott.
- Dad can't have been that angry.

Get International Rescue, fast!

- We don't know their frequency.
- Just make the call!

They'll pick it up.

- 'The gas field has blown again.'
- Didn't the sealing device work?

- 'This is another fire.'
- What gives, Brains?

The first explosion
must have moved some unstable rock,

producing pockets of gas in the cavities.

These have been ignited by fires
under the seabed.

Then why hasn't the whole gas field
gone up, like you said earlier?

I guess the flame is travelling
until it finds the next weakest point.

- That point could well be Seascape!
- What can we do?

Thunderbird 4 will have to fire
strategic missiles

to cause a fracture
in the rock strata

- to stop the fire spreading.
- Why can't the navy do that?

They don't have the right equipment.

So, we could seal out the gas field
and save Seascape?

- Exactly.
- What are we waiting for?

Hold on! The alternative
is to let the navy airlift the crew

and let the gas burn itself out.

We don't know how long
that gas might burn.

So what? Ships can avoid the area.

This is not a job
for International Rescue.

Boy, you've changed your tune!

Sure. That was before
Dad had bawled me out.

No, it's my decision that normal
methods of rescue are adequate.

International Rescue is not coming.
The navy are coming to take us off.

They can't get here for two hours.

Two hours!
They must be 500 miles away.

Yeah, they are.

They moved position
after the first fire.

- What about the gas?
- It'll be left to burn.

The rig!
One of the supports has slipped.

- You know what we've got to do.
- Yeah, check the extent of the damage.

We'd better look at the other supports.
They might slip, too.

'Seascape's in trouble, Scott.
A support column has slipped.

'The fire's moving faster
than we thought.'

- What are they doing about it?
- 'They're going down in a sphere.'

It looks serious, Dick.

I can see at least six bolts
sheared at the base.

Maybe, we could use the scuba gear
to renew the bolts?

Are you OK, Dick?

I guess so... What happened?

The sphere winch systems
have been severed.

We're trapped. We must hope that
Control registered our position.

'We've a real emergency
on our hands, Scott.'

'Those two guys have become trapped.'

The drilling rig is obviously
the next weakest point.

The fire will use the borehole
as an outlet!

This is it! International Rescue
is the only hope for those guys.

Alan, get Thunderbird 1
out to Seascape!

Thunderbirds 2 and 4 will be needed

to rescue the men
before the rig blows.

We can rescue the men on the rig,
but what about the diving sphere?

We can do nothing. The sphere is
tangled up in half a tonne of metal.

We could never shift that.
It's a job for International Rescue.

Base from Thunderbird 1.
Approaching danger zone now.

I'll relay information to Thunderbird
2 as soon as I've touched down.

Hooper, what's happening?

Don't worry,
they'll soon have us out.

Parker, Mr Tracy is trying to rest.
Can't you lower the volume?

Very well, m'lady.

'The Seascape rig
is near to collapse.

'Two rig crewmen are trapped at the
base of the rig in a diving sphere.

'International Rescue
is on the scene...'

There's a real emergency, Penny.
The boys need my help.

Will you get some more coffee, Tin Tin.
Virgil, are you at the danger zone?

'Yes, I'm about to drop the pod.'

Tell Gordon he's gotta work fast.
The fire could spread any minute!

Let's face it, Hooper,
they're never going to get us out.

Not with all that metal on top of us.

Take it easy, boy...
Take it easy.

- You're really determined to return?
- I've got to. There's a real emergency.

Very well, but I'm coming, too.

OK, Penny, but please hurry.

- How's it look, Gordon?
- 'Pretty bad. I'm going in closer.'

The navy are getting the crew off.

- How many more to go?
- 16.

This is gonna take some time.
Mobile control to base.

'The problem is, Scott, we don't
know how much time we've got.'

We just have to work as fast as we can.

'The pressure and the damage
has jammed the sphere hatch.'

What's the action then, Gordon?

'I'll have to cut the guide cables.'

OK, I'll tell base.

FAB, Alan. Keep in touch.

'Hey! I felt movement then.
The rig's slipping! '

Alan, can you hear me? Come in!

'OK, Scott, we're all right, but I'm worried
about Thunderbird 1! '

Yeah, it could slip.

- How many more crew to airlift?
- 'Six.'

Get your gear into Thunderbird 1
and operate from the air.

'FAB.'

Come on, baby. Faster! Faster!

Come on, baby.

Faster... Faster!

Alan, Thunderbird 1 is sliding.
Get her up! Fast!

I'm clear of the rig.
Will hover in the danger zone.

'FAB.'

Thunderbird 1 from Thunderbird 4.
The cables are free.

- I'm going to shift the debris.
- 'FAB.'

What's happening to the rig?

This wreckage will smash
the craft to pieces!

'The Seascape's breaking up.
How long will you be?'

I'll let you know.

I'm going to try to haul the sphere
free with the electromagnet.

What are they playing at?
They'll bust this baby wide open!

They're not...gonna make it in time.
They're too late.

Turbulence near the rig!

Get that last man off the rig, fast!
Virgil, get clear!

'Gordon, the rig's gonna blow!
Move fast! '

Gordon, are you OK?

- Gordon, are you OK?
- 'Just about, Virgil.'

The sphere is safely in tow.
Will you make ready with the grabs?

You bring the sphere to the surface.

FAB, Virgil. Surfacing now.

They did it!
International Rescue saved us.

Yeah. I figured we were dead for sure!

Well done, Gordon.
You did a great job.

'Thanks.'

I guess I'll have to wait
for Virgil to collect me.

'Yeah. I'll Scott.'

- Alan, how did it go?
- 'Everyone's fine.

'A few fires are shooting up,
but they'll burn themselves out.'

OK, emergency over.
All Thunderbird craft return to base!

'Estimated time of arrival,
1500 hours.'

Tracy to base. Permission to land.

'Permission refused.
Thunderbirds 1 and 2 are due back.'

Well, how do you like that?

I like it very much.
Scott is controlling things correctly,

just as his father does
when he is on duty.

Well, boys, you did a swell job.
I'm proud of you.

Thanks, Dad.
How was the vacation?

Well, I've come home to start work again,

because I figure it's the only way
I'll ever get any rest.

So, if you don't mind, Scott...

I'll have my desk back.

Dad, for my money, you can have it.
I need a vacation!