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.. Thunderbirds are go!

Where is it?

Where is it?

Oh. Beautiful.

Just beautiful.

Ah, there she is. She's arrived.

Move in and tie up alongside.

What do you think, Bondson?

- Why? - I don't know.

I just don't know.

Could be the fuel tanks. She was petrol-driven.

Maybe. There's no sign of Blacker.

I've got to go down there. He could be trapped.

And I've got to get those papers.

You'll have to work fast. Before the local police get out here.

Get on to them on the radio. Explain things.

Just enough to keep them happy.

I don't want that wreck touched. Understand?

Right. The tanks are fixed. Good luck, Bondson.

- Can you hear me, Tidman? - Yes, Bondson.

Strength 2. How does it look down there?

Bad. There's quite a hole in the hull.

I'm gonna check and look at the cabin.

Tidman, I've found Blacker.

- He's dead. - Poor chap.

No-one could have survived that explosion.

There's more to it, Tidman. 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 in this area.

Maybe it'll give us a lead to the murderer.

That's not our problem.

All we've got to find is those papers.

Then our job is finished.

Tidman, we're too late. The papers have gone!

That explosion was no accident.

You'd better hurry along with that test, Brains.

Alan will be out for his swim soon.

Oh, y-yeah. His presence in the water would upset the sonic beam.

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

Just conducting a little experiment.

Poor Brains. He is upset.

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

Yes, John. What news?

I've had an emergency call from a guy named Bondson.

It's kind of unusual. I don't know what to make of it.

OK. Let's have the details, John.

Well, this fella has got something to do with the British Secret Service.

Now, hold on, John.

The British have their own operators and methods. Why do they need us?

That's the whole point.

Bondson says if we don't help the entire world could be destroyed.

That's quite a statement. OK.

Give me the details where we can reach this guy.

Tell him we'll send one of our agents to contact him.

Ladies and gentlemen, we are approaching Nice Airport.

I hope you've all had a pleasant flight

and hope that we will travel together again soon.

Will you please extinguish your cigarettes

and fasten your seat belts for landing.

Oh, thank you for meeting me at the airport, Parker.

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

I anchored it off the Spanish coast.

She will not be seen until you give the word.

Excellent. Now I must make a telecall.

- Hello. - Listen carefully.

- Who is this? - I am an International Rescue agent.

Now this is what you must do.

At midnight, you will drive to the Forest of Digne.

You will come to a clearing 3km within the perimeter.

- There you will wait. - How will I know you?

You never will, Mr Bondson.

Now please repeat your instructions.

Just a minute. I need more to go on than that.

- How do I know I can trust you? - You don't, Mr Bondson.

It was you who asked us for help. Remember?

Now, if you prefer it, we'll forget the whole thing.

No, wait. I'm sorry. But in my job, I have to be careful.

So do I, Mr Bondson.

So do I.

Now, please repeat the instructions I gave you.

All right. I'm to drive to the Digne Forest at midnight

and wait in the clearing.

Dear me, you are impatient, Mr Bondson.

Switch off the engine.

Move a muscle and I'll blow off your head.

Do not turn around. Remain exactly as you are.

Tell me why you need International Rescue.

Then I'd better start at the beginning.

A fellow British agent collected plans of a nuclear device

from a scientist living in...

Well, for security reasons, I can't say where.

But the plans were vital.

If they fell into the wrong hands, the world could be in danger.

And that is precisely what has happened.

- Am I right? - Yes.

I was to rendezvous with my colleague aboard his yacht.

The vessel was destroyed before I could reach him.

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

The yacht had been sabotaged. He was murdered before the explosion.

I see. And how was your friend killed?

He was shot five times by an Henretta 45 Supermatic.

Hm. Not a very common weapon to use.

- Please go on. - Well, that's it.

We've got to get those plans back.

You realise, of course, it is not International Rescue's policy

to involve itself in politics or police work?

Yes, I know. Yet you have the most advanced equipment in the world.

- The lives of millions depend on... - Careful, Mr Bondson.

Remember to keep your head. You won't if you move again.

I'm sorry. But you must help.

Those plans must be recovered swiftly.

- You are our only hope. - I am leaving you now.

Do nothing. Say nothing. I shall contact you.

Now, remain as you are for 10 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.

Oh, yes. When we drop anchor, I want you to go ashore

- and contact the local newspaper offices. - M'lady?

You are to tell them that Gayle Williams, the leading fashion model,

has arrived on her yacht.

Make certain they print that Miss Williams is going to expose

the murderers and saboteurs who destroyed that vessel yesterday.

May I ask who Miss Gayle Williams is, m'lady?

How silly of me? Didn't I tell you?

I am Gayle Williams.

One lump of sugar today, Parker.

So, she is going to track us down, is she?

Well, we'll see about that.

This hanging around is getting me down.

Take it easy. The authorities have got this

place bottled up since we blew that yacht.

I know. But how are we going to get past

these patrol boats that are combing the area?

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

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

What's it say, Carl? You know we don't understand the French lingo.

Some dame is on to us. She says she's going to track us down.

- Who is she? - It says in the paper she's a fashion model.

Is that all? What are we worrying about?

- She just ain't in our league. - Not so fast, Ritter.

That news report tells how many shots were fired,

what kind of gun, stuff like that.

Carl, this is serious.

So is what we're going to do to Mr Clever Gayle Williams...

tonight.

She's going to die.

Er... you rang, m'lady?

Yes, Parker. I'm expecting a visitor soon.

You may have the evening off.

But m'lady, after that newspaper story, is that wise?

I said you were excused, Parker.

You will 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 has been arranged.

If my bait has been taken, I think the plans will be in our hands before midnight.

Now about your 'arrangements' as you call them.

You won't do anything dangerous, will you?

Stop worrying about me, Jeff Tracy. Just be ready for my call.

OK. We'll be waiting.

- But please be careful, Penny. - I'll be perfectly all right.

♪ ..hit the town...

♪ And then he take the bank in Monte Carlo ♪

Oh, well, I'll be off then, m'lady.

Very well, Parker. Oh, just one moment.

What have you in that case?

Eh? Oh, case.

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

Yes, that one.

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

Just in case I won. The casino.

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

Oh. Now I wonder how they got in there?

Parker.

Yes, m'lady.

She's a one, she is.

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

Oh, well. I suppose I'll have to go the casino after all.

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

Parker's cleared his bits and pieces away before he left.

A-ha.

I think I hear a boat coming.

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 his, lady,

this gun is loaded and I don't mind using it.

See? Come on, you.

You are 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, you know.

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 and hurry it up.

What are these quaint little buildings along the coast?

Uh? Oh, they're boathouses.

My. This is a deserted area.

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

Soon, it ain't gonna make to you, anyway.

OK. The pleasure cruise is over.

Pretty soon, this little box of tricks is going to blow you sky high.

How interesting. How does it work?

Oh, it's... er... It's real clever.

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

Oh, fascinating.

And I suppose the waiting is a morbid pleasure for you.

Not at all, lady. The delay is all part of the plan.

You see, our sub is stuck at the bottom of the sea

because if we move,

the patrol boats in the area will pick us up on their radar.

Now, 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 am.

Oh, 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've got time.

- It's Lady Penelope. - Yeah. An emergency code.

Scott, switch the signal to my monitor.

I'll take it at my desk.

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.

Oh, would you mind not tying the knots too tightly, please?

- I'm very delicate, you know. - If you don't quite gabbing,

I'll gag you as well.

- What the heck could have happened, Father? - I don't know, Scott.

The picture suddenly went wild.

It looks like a section of a control panel.

Yeah, and it could be the controls of a boat.

Penelope indicated she was in a boathouse.

She was trying to tell us something about a bomb.

Whatever's happened the visuals are still functioning.

So presumably, the sound is still on.

I'm gonna turn up the level.

Not a word. I don't like it, boys.

- Why don't we try to contact her, then? - Look, Scott...

we don't know what's going on in there.

The wrong person might get the message and Penelope would be in mortal danger.

Then why don't we try the code signal?

- It's meaningless to someone outside our organisation. - You're right.

If there's anybody in there with Penelope

they wouldn't notice anything wrong. 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.

Oh, it must have been rats. These places do have them.

I mean, you must have some rats.

- Are you trying to be funny? - Oh, no. Not at all.

I'm just trying to explain the noise.

Do you think those rats will leave the boat

before the bomb goes off or are they going to go up with it too?

So now we know - Penelope's trapped in a boat that's gonna get blown up.

- What a situation. - Yeah.

But we know for sure that at least one of the murderers is still aboard.

He'll be bound to give himself time to get clear.

Right. Scott, off you go. You know the location.

- Yes, Father. - Right.

From the way I figure it, those killers have a submarine standing by.

- So we need Thunderbird 4, Father. - Yeah.

Get moving, boys. Lady Penelope is in real trouble.

So those machines of yours have to move faster than they've ever done.

- Yes, Father. - We understand.

OK, sister. This is it.

Oh, you're not leaving, are you?

But 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.

Mr Tracy, Father and I thought you might feel like a coffee

- while you're waiting. - Thank you, Tin-Tin.

I always think the waiting is the worst part of these operations.

- I saw Virgil and Gordon fly off. - Yes.

I just wish you knew more clearly what they're gonna find

when they get out there.

International Rescue from Lady Penelope.

Jeff, are you receiving me?

LADY PENELOPE'S MUFFLED VOICE: Come in, International Rescue.

- That's funny, I could swear I heard something. - From the monitor.

- Come in, Jeff. - 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.

You've got to stop them and get the bomb.

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 is trying to tell us something.

Whatever it is Penelope is up to,

I hope the compact transmitter can stand up to the treatment.

It should do, Mr Tracy. The transistors are very small in Lady Penelope's compact.

That accounts for the faint reception.

But they are extremely robust.

I hope so, Brains. She's trying to tell us something.

I wish I knew what it was.

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 boathouse, the boat

and that dame go sky high.

International Rescue Base from Thunderbird 1.

.- Loud and clear, Scott. - Any more information for me?

Not a thing, Scott. I think Penelope is trying to contact us.

For some reason, she's not able to get near enough to the transmitter.

Hello, Jeff.

Hold it, Scott. Come in, Penny.

You're still very far off the mike, I'm afraid.

Jeff, you've got to get Scott to trace the submarine.

It's from there that the bomb is controlled.

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

You'll have to get closer.

Oh, dear. This is most strenuous.

Anyway, here goes.

Come on, Penny. Come on.

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

All right. Just keep Thunderbird at maximum speed.

FAB.

Well, now or never.

Why Penelope, are you all right?

Oh, at last, Jeff.

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

- Where are they, Penny? - I don't know exactly.

Anyway, they're going to detonate this bomb

as soon as the local patrol boat comes into the bay at 10 o'clock

and then slip away with Bondson's plans.

OK, Penny. I'll tell Scott to prepare his sonar equipment.

He'll soon find them wherever they are.

International Rescue from Thunderbird 1.

Approaching danger zone. Time: 9:40.

OK, Scott. Proceed with sonar sounding.

International Rescue from Thunderbird 1.

Sonar soundings operating. Reading - negative.

Well, widen the area of search, Scott.

- You've got to locate that sub. - FAB.

I'm going to cover the entire area in a widening circle.

It's gonna take time. Let's hope we have enough.

Thunderbird 2 from Thunderbird 1.

What is your estimated time of arrival?

Thunderbird 1 from Thunderbird 2, 20 minutes from now.

FAB. Try to make it sooner. Continuing search.

Lady Penelope from International Rescue.

Scott's trying to find the sub now.

- Oh, good. - Virgil and Gordon are about 15 minutes away.

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

10 minutes.

Then that patrol boat comes across the bay.

And woompf. Up goes the boathouse, Gayle Williams and all.

Will it work, Carl?

Suppose the boat doesn't go to investigate the explosion?

It'll pick us up on the radar when we start our motors.

Stop worrying. Those dumb cops won't be able to resist going.

That bomb is powerful enough to interest anyone.

- Guess you're right, Carl. - Of course I am.

Aren't I always?

International Rescue from Thunderbird 1 she's down there.

Great work, Scott. Contact Virgil. There's only seven minutes to go.

- Thunderbird 2 from Thunderbird 1. Sub located. - FAB.

Approaching danger zone. About to launch Thunderbird 4.

Great. You made good time.

OK, Gordon. Take up your position.

Sure thing, Virgil.

Thunderbird 2 to Thunderbird 1.

Submarine located at area 243. Reference 19. Chart 9.

I'm afraid that's the best I can do.

FAB, Scott.

Gordon's sound scan will be able to pinpoint her.

- How much time have we? - Five minutes.

Operating sound scan, Scott.

Got it.

Range 400 yards.

Scott, I've ascertained the danger zone.

- Proceeding at full speed. - FAB, Gordon.

Now, listen, that sub has got to be paralysed but quick.

And before the patrol boat gets into that bay.

You've got four minutes.

Three minutes to go before that patrol boat comes along.

Firing paralyser...

now.

What was that?

What...? What is going on?

I've started drilling, Scott.

30 seconds.

25 seconds, Gordon.

What the...?!

I'm through. Now the tranquilliser.

Quick. The oxygen mask.

Fire the... Fire the detonator.

The b-bomb. Must... fire... the... bomb.

It looks like Gordon has knocked those guys out.

The patrol boat is now in the bay and nothing has happened.

Thank heaven for that. I hope Penny's OK.

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

Now, you sure you're all right?

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

Well, that's what makes life interesting, Scott.

The uncertainty. I just hope Gordon can find the plans.

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

A-ha. It looks intact.

I guess Penelope can put Mr Bondson's mind at rest.

You will leave your motor car and walk to the large tree

on the edge of the clearing.

Keep looking straight ahead.

Now, return to your car and be careful.

You know what would happen if you move, Mr Bondson.

Yes, I think so.

Well, on behalf of my chiefs, I'd like to thank you for your help.

On behalf of International Rescue, I accept thanks.

Now, one last warning.

If you make any attempt to trace me or my organisation,

you will find severe opposition.

I will not say further than that.

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

By the way, Parker, how did you fair at the casino?

Oh, er... I lost m'lady.

Oh, dear. How much?

Well, it's... its a bit difficult.

Now, come on, Parker. You can tell me.

Well, it wasn't so much how much.

It was what I lost.

You know, Parker, you're being very mysterious

- What did you lose? - Well, you see...

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

Parker, what did you lose?

Er...

Well, er...

your yacht, m'lady.