All language subtitles for 29 Thunderbirds - Alias Mr. Hackenbacker

Thunderbirds are go!

This is Control. Flight D103
is making final approach.

This is a red alert.

All emergency vehicles
take up crash positions.

D103 to Control.
Confirm undercart defect.

Suspect hydraulic failure.
Crash drill completed.

Control to D103. Emergency
vehicles in position.

- Good luck.
- Thanks. We may need it.

Gentlemen, the film you've
seen illustrates the greatest danger

in any crash landing.
The fire hazard.

Is Skythrust the answer?

Our extensive tests show Skythrust
is the safest plane flying today.

Captain, can you
elaborate on that?

All in good time. Let's go and see
the plane and meet the designer.

- Yeah, where is he?
- Mr Hackenbacker is due now.

This is Hyram K
Hackenbacker calling Jeff Tracy.

- Come in, Jeff Tracy.
- Go ahead, Mr Hackenbacker.

I am entering London Airport.

Good luck, Br... I
mean, Mr Hackenbacker.

Good morning, sir. Pass, please.

G-Good morning, officer.

That's quite in order,
Mr Hackenbacker.

Follow the road
straight ahead, sir.

The rest of the party are
on observation roof 67.

Thank you, officer.

Well, there she is - Skythrust. A
very nice-looking job, Hackenbrook.

The name is
Hackenbacker, actually.

Yes, yes.

And I can't take
the whole credit.

I only designed some
of its new features.

This is Skythrust to Control.

Loud and clear, Ashton.

Ready to commence test routine.

Roger. Permission
to proceed, sir?

Er, yes, of course.

Mr Hackenbrink,
any instructions?

Hackenbacker, actually.

No, Ashton and I have
been through everything.

Good. All right,
Ashton, go ahead.

- And good luck.
- Thank you, sir.

OK. Let's line her up.

- She looks good.
- She's responding nicely.

- Air speed 190 knots.
- Rotate.

By Jove!

Mach one.

- Level up.
- Levelling up.

I couldn't fault that take-off.

I admit I am satisfied
with Skythrust's behaviour,

but the full test of her
abilities has yet to come.

Is there something
we don't know about?

We can't answer that yet.

Skythrust does have
certain new features,

but we can't divulge these yet.

Well, when does
Skythrust come into service?

Very soon indeed. The formalities
should take only a few days.

Thanks. OK. Hold it, sir.

I think I'll go to the control
tower to catch up with Ashton.

OK, Hackenbacker. See you.

"At an interview at London
Airport, nobody gave away anything,

but rumour has it that Skythrust
has some revolutionary new features.

Hyram Hackenbacker, the brilliant,
but mysterious American designer,

revealed nothing about
the aircraft he designed."

When does Skythrust
go into service?

Any day now - Brains is
staying on in Europe for it.

It says, "The first flight,
from Paris to London,

should be very soon."

Speaking of Paris, look!

Say! What's it
all about, Tin Tin?

- It's a feature on Penelope.
- Everyone's in the news.

"Excitement in the fashion
world mounted today.

Lady Penelope Creighton-Ward,
the famous English beauty,

will take part in a charity fashion
show presented by Francois Lemaire."

Who is Francois Lemaire?

Oh, your memory!

Penelope and I are always mentioning
him. He's our favourite designer.

It says, "Apparently, Lemaire
has something sensational to offer."

Oh, I wonder what it will be!

As soon as I got your
telegram, Francois,

I made a reservation
on the first flight.

You will do me this favour, dear
Penelope? You will model for me?

Francois, I'd love to. You know I'm
always ready to help a good cause.

Now, what wonderful surprises
do you have for us this season?

I promise you, my
creations will make history.

They will be a sensation!

- You intrigue me, Francois.
- You'll not be disappointed.

My rivals would give - how you say?
- Their eyeteeth to know my secret.

- I have discovered...
- Wait!

- Wait.
- What is it, Penelope?

One can never be
too careful. Look.

- What does it mean?
- You are being bugged.

I don't understand.
What is this "bug"?

Someone has planted a transmitter
in here. They can hear every word.

A-ha.

I think I've found
their little secret.

Look, Francois.

It's unbelievable! Is it
all right to tell you now?

No, no, Francois. Wait.

A-ha. I see.

Very clever...

but not quite clever enough.

Peeping Toms.

Your office is under surveillance
by a long-range television camera.

Oh, mon Dieu. Oh...

All right, Francois. Go ahead.

Good. Well...

Just in case, I
shall write it down.

I shall commit my
great secret to paper.

Let me see...

Francois, stop! Please
show me that pen.

Francois, how long
have you had this pen?

How long? I don't
know. I rarely use it.

Then, it's probably
not too late.

Now, watch this.

Francois, it is an
impressor pen.

It can record and transmit
anything the writer commits to paper.

You mean...?

Yes, right now, that pen is
sending a message to your enemies.

And I'm going
to prove it to you.

Oh, Penelope! This is too much!

Bugs in the flowers, Peeping
Toms, pens that send messages...

Oh, I need reviving.

Yes, monsieur?

My sweet, would you
bring us some tea?

Certainly. I'll bring it myself.

Deirdre, stand by to model the
items that came this morning.

Of course, Mr Lemaire.

These are my two leading
models - Madeleine and Deirdre.

- They will help in the show.
- They know your secret?

Indeed, they do. And this,
at last, my dear Penelope...

is my secret.

Dear Francois.

Watch carefully.

Voila!

Francois, how wonderful!

This is my new fibre! Penylon!

I... I named it after
you, Penelope!

- I hope you don't mind.
- Mind?!

Francois, this is a revolution!

Penylon can be made into
any costume you desire.

It never gets crushed and it can
squeeze up into the smallest space.

Its possibilities are immense,
as you will appreciate!

I could carry a whole
wardrobe around in my handbag!

And it can be made to look like
any other material! Look at this.

This looks like a
suit made of leather -

though, in fact, it is
made entirely of Penylon.

How marvellous!

Here are some other designs in
the collection - all made of Penylon!

Ah, tea. How civilised.

- Sugar, Lady Penelope?
- Well, er...

One lump wouldn't
hurt, I suppose.

Hmm, that's strange.

- What is the matter?
- Is the tea too strong?

Isn't this lump rather big?

I wonder...

As I thought, Francois!
Another transmitter!

Alas, Penelope, I'm surrounded
on all sides by enemies.

What am I to do?

We must change the preview plans.
We dare not hold it in your salon.

But where? The Eiffel Tower?!

That would at least be safer.

Let's see. There must be somewhere
that we won't be interrupted.

Got it! I know just the place.

But, first of all, I have
to contact a friend.

Skythrust is ready
to go into service.

The final tests were fine.

Congratulations, Mr... er...

A call for Mr Hackenbacker,
sir. It's on number three phone.

Mr Hackenbacker?

Er... Hackenbacker?

Oh, yeah, that's me. Number
three phone. Of course.

- It's like I've always said.
- And what is that?

Bright people have
no head for names.

- Hackenbacker speaking.
- I have a call from Paris.

Go ahead, caller.

- Hello, Hyram. Are you alone?
- Yes, I am.

- Is that you, Penelope?
- Yes, Brains.

Great to hear from
you. Anything wrong?

No, Brains. I just want
to ask a big favour.

How do you know
Hyram Hackenbacker?

Mr Ashton, you must
allow a lady a few secrets.

Let me just say that
he and I are associates.

Hyram's a dark horse.
What brains he has!

Brains?! Oh, yes, he's
got a lot of talent, all right.

Now, about this scheme of mine.

It's a lot of trouble
for a fashion show.

Now, isn't that just like a man?

Ah, here's the coffee.

- Will that be all, monsieur?
- Yes, thank you.

What is it, Parker?

I'm getting a reading, m'lady.

There's another
transmitter bugging you.

It's just started to register.

The coffeepot - it must be!

Penelope, l-I don't understand!

The waiter planted it.

Just let me get
my hands on him...

Even if you caught
him, he'd tell us nothing.

Now do you see how
important this fashion show is?

Yes, Penelope, I do. We must
switch the location of the preview.

OK, let's open up the
freight deck, Mason.

Some telegrams for you, sir.

Always the same on opening night.
Everyone wishing each other luck.

Listen to this. "Good luck. We'll
be waiting with the champagne.

Hyram K. Hackenbacker."

I wish he could have
come on this flight.

Never mind. This flight's
going to be special enough.

OK, let's get the
freight loaded.

Yes, sir!

Oh, dear!

I have the butterflies every
time a new collection is shown.

This time it feels
like a herd of buffalo!

You really must relax, Francois.

After this, you'll be the
toast of the fashion world.

Madeleine, sometimes your
calm borders on cold bloodedness.

Deirdre, are the
costumes still all right?

Perfectly all right.

Parker, I hope you'll find plenty
to do in Paris until I get back.

Oh, yes, m'lady. I never find time
to lie heavy on my hands in Paris.

Lady Penelope has arrived.
I'd better welcome her aboard.

Is everything ready, Francois?
We mustn't keep the buyers waiting.

Oh, yes, the airline people have
done a beautiful conversion. Look.

Francois, it's charming!

Remember, Penelope, you
must go and get changed

as soon as we've levelled out.

Don't worry, Francois.
We shan't let you down.

Ooh! And the music?
Will it be all right?

The steward is taking care
of that. He's new to the airline.

The Skythrust should have
left Paris by now, Tin Tin.

I'm so looking forward to
hearing about the dress show.

We'll go up to the control
tower to pay our respects.

Then we'll go and
meet the plane.

Aren't you excited, Brains...
I mean, Mr Hackenbacker?

This is number 17,
called Autumn Crocus.

You will observe the swirling
pleats and the slim-shaped bodice.

The skirt flares
slightly at the end.

The entire ensemble, like
everything else in the collection,

is made of Penylon.

Say, this Penylon
is a sensation!

It's the biggest fabric
development since the cotton mill.

Number 29. This is
called Soiree Ecossaise.

Number 35, Alligator Attack.

This is strictly for
wearing after dark.

And number 36...

And now finally, Mesdames et
Messieurs, may I present to you...

the Penylon bridal dress.

This is Skythrust
calling London control.

Loud and clear,
Skythrust. Go ahead.

Proceeding now to
London. ETA 15 minutes.

Skythrust, we have you on our radar.
Provisional runway allocation - 39.

Thank you, London.

By the way, there's a Mr
Hackenbacker here who sends his best.

Great, tell him
I'll see him soon.

And the cute number
he's escorting.

They brought a huge bottle
of champagne. Over and out.

It looks like the show and
the flight were both a success.

My dear, what a
picture you look.

What a show! What a show!

Boy! Just wait till the women
of the world hear about Penylon.

I must go and change.
We'll be arriving soon.

It wouldn't do to
arrive looking like this.

- Where's Madeleine got to?
- I haven't a clue, darling.

I haven't seen
her since the show.

May I come through?

I want to thank you
for such a smooth flight.

You don't mind me taking
a look in the flight deck?

I guess it's all right.
Take her down.

Leave those controls
just where they are.

Hey, what is this?!

This is the end of
part one, my friend.

Part two of the journey
is just beginning.

- You'd better give me that.
- Don't be stupid.

I know how to use this.

Do as she says.

The plans are changed.
We are not going to London.

- What's this supposed to be?
- Your new destination.

The middle of the Sahara!
It's miles from anywhere!

There'll be no-one
around to disturb us.

Set a course. We
haven't got time to waste.

You'll never get away
with this on your own.

Just set the new course.
And who said I was alone?

You idiot! This is an outrage!

Did I ask for your
opinion? As I was saying...

No-one will get hurt.

There's just been a slight change
in plans. We're not going to London.

You! Box all those
dresses up again!

What do you mean?

He means, Francois, that he is
going to steal the entire collection.

- What?!
- Exactly.

This Penylon is
too good to lose.

Don't think about
the radio. It's no good.

There isn't a person
who can help you now.

We must do something, Penelope.

There is... one chance.

- Look, Father.
- Penelope's in trouble.

I thought it was a
little too peaceful.

- Why are we waiting?
- Away you go, Scott.

On my way.

- Virgil.
- Yes, sir.

- I'll send Alan down.
- Sure thing.

- Ready for blast off, Father.
- OK, Scott.

I'm going to contact Brains.
Maybe he knows what's gone wrong.

Get me a bearing on Penelope.

Understood, Father.

Where are they taking us?

Be patient, Francois.
Help is on its way.

How do you know?

Cut out the cackle, you two.

This aircraft will
soon be tracked down.

That's where you're wrong.
We're handling all radio calls.

- I have a bearing, Father.
- Great.

Zero forty degrees,
eighteen minutes.

Forty degrees, eighteen minutes.
Virgil will have the exact position.

I have that fix on
Penelope, Father.

Right on cue!

Zero two three degrees.

Zero two three degrees. Looks
like they're heading for the Sahara.

Why hijack a plane
and take it there?

Look at it. Sand,
sand, nothing but sand.

Stop griping, Ross,
and get on that radio.

Calling Skythrust. Can you read
me? Calling Skythrust. Come in, please.

There's no answer.

That thing's got a limited range,
remember? They'll be here.

Switch on the radio. We're
nearing our destination.

This is International
Rescue calling Skythrust.

International Rescue?!

Don't answer that.

This is International Rescue
calling Skythrust. Come in, please.

We'd better answer
- they never give up.

All right, but watch
what you say.

Loud and clear,
International Rescue.

Request you return
to London, Skythrust.

- Tell him no.
- We can't do that.

- I must insist.
- Give me that.

And if we don't, what then?

I'm afraid we'll
have to take action.

Who are you trying to kid? Your
job is to save lives, not risk them.

Just leave us alone.

Come in, Scott.

I've spoken to Skythrust. They
won't give in without a fight.

I think we can bluff them. Brains
has an idea. He's telling Virgil now.

Now, Virgil, what I'm asking
you to do will sound crazy,

but I think it'll work.

Load up a low velocity,
non-explosive missile,

and take a pot shot at
Skythrust's undercart.

- Sounds pretty risky, Brains.
- Don't worry, Virgil.

It'll be all right. Just
trust Mr Hackenbacker.

OK, then, Hyram.

Eight minutes from touchdown.

We won't be able to land.
The runway isn't big enough.

Good try, Ashton,
but it won't work.

This is Skythrust calling
Sahara. Come in, please.

This is Skythrust calling
Sahara. Come in, please.

Answer it.

Hello, Skythrust. Is
that you, Madeleine?

Expecting someone else? We'll
be with you in about eight minutes.

Fine. Is everything OK?

Of course. Don't worry.
No-one is going to stop us now.

Not even International Rescue.

What did she mean - not
even International Rescue?

Look, a Thunderbird!

Wow!

Trying to scare us, eh?

- Real close, this time, Alan.
- FAB.

I've had enough of their games.
Now, hear this, you crazy fools -

I've got Ashton and
the co-pilot right here.

If you're still in sight 30 seconds
from now, Ashton gets a bullet.

And believe me, I'll do it.

Did you see the Thunderbird?

Yes, that's got them worried.

Don't build up your hopes. The mighty
International Rescue are giving up.

It seems we'll have
to use Brains' idea.

Right, let's get
back after them.

I'll keep in their blind spot.

Target in sight.
Range 2,000 yards.

- Closing.
- Fire when you can.

Steady. Steady.

One thousand... eight hundred...

six hundred... four hundred...

two hundred... Missile away!

What was that?

I don't know. We'd better check.

The wheel housing is locked.
It's no good - it won't free itself.

- What trick is this?
- It's no trick.

It means we can't land in the Sahara.
Not with an undercart malfunction.

Don't try and blind
me with science.

All right. Call Mason. He
knows about these things.

I think I'll do just that.

I hope you know
what you're doing.

Mason could know about
the Hackenbacker device.

It's a pretty well kept secret.
I'm betting he doesn't know.

What's this about not being
able to land in the desert?

That's right. How much do
you know about Skythrust?

- Enough.
- Look at this, then.

I'm warning you,
Ashton. Don't fool with me.

I'm not fooling.
See for yourself.

So there's a fault
in the undercart.

Exactly. If you can tell me how
to land miles from anywhere,

without wheels, you'd
better tell me now.

Four minutes to rendezvous.

I'll tell you what
will happen if we try.

Do you know how much fuel we've
got on board? Nearly 5,000 gallons.

When that goes up they
won't even find your fillings.

- We'll have to turn back.
- But can we land at London?

At London they're fully
equipped for emergency landings.

We'll have a chance.

- What is going on?
- All right, head for London.

- Now wait a minute...
- Shut up!

I don't want to be blown up.

They're turning
back. Tell Father.

Wonderful, Alan. I've just
had some news from Interpol.

The rendezvous was with two
characters named Ross and Collins.

They both have long records.
They're even wanted for murder.

Why don't you boys
pay them a call?

Will do.

I'm worried, Brains.
All those fire trucks.

Well, they won't need those.

I don't understand. What is
so special about Skythrust?

Just wait and see,
Tin Tin. Wait and see.

Seventeen miles to touch down.

- Reduce power.
- Reducing power.

How much fuel left?

- Just under half.
- Nearly half?!

Can't we jettison some?

Pull yourself together, Mason.

- Take her to 1,000 feet.
- Reducing altitude.

- Look, about the fuel...
- What?

Can't we ditch some,
like Mason said?

Sorry, no. If you're so
worried, get back in the rear.

It's the safest place.

Yeah, why don't we do that?

Well, they say the proof of
the pudding is in the eating.

Here goes.

Well, Mr Hackenbacker,
we're in your hands now.

Here she comes.

There she goes. Take it
up to 40,000 feet on 3-2-0.

Stand by... Detonate!

5,000 gallons. You've got
to hand it to Hackenbacker.

His ejectable fuel pod to
eliminate fire hazard really works.

It will revolutionise
flying safety.

- Are you all right, Penelope?
- Fine.

It was no worse than some
conventional landings I've experienced.

- Look at that.
- Well, well, well.

The two brave hijackers.

Don't get up - you can lie
still and wait for the police.

What about their
accomplices, Penelope?

I'm sure they'll be well
taken care of, Francois.

Something's
happened, I tell you.

We'd better leave, before
this storm gets any worse.

We'll give them a
few more minutes.

I never liked the idea.
Stuck out here in the desert...

Quiet! Listen.

Here they come!

I knew it was new,
but did you see that?

What a plane!

- Take her round again.
- Right.

- And use a live missile.
- FAB.

- They're coming in again.
- I can't wait.

Hey! Hey!

- Mission accomplished.
- Well done, boys.

Over and out.

That wraps it up. The boys deserve
a pat on the back, especially Brains.

Well, we won't forget
this day in a hurry.

Skythrust has introduced
a new era of air safety.

Hackenbacker? Anything to say?

Hmm? Oh, yeah.

Let's go to the Starlight
Roof and have a bite to eat.

I'm starving.

And we've still got that bottle
of champagne. Vintage 1993.

The best year for champagne.

Let's grab a table.

Did someone mention champagne?

Yes, Francois. Follow Penelope.

Dearest girl. I'd follow her
to the edges of the earth.

Miss Kyrano, may I escort
you to the Starlight Roof?

Why, certainly, I'd be
delighted, Mr... Hackenbacker.

You know, you can call me Hyram.

Why, thank you, Hyram.