All language subtitles for Thunderbirds S01E17 The Man from MI.5.DVDRip.NonHI.cc.en.ITV-subfix

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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.