Thunderbird 6 Page #4
- G
- Year:
- 1968
- 89 min
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to take off at midnight.
As a matter of interest,
Captain...
didn't get back on time?
just come to an end.
And now, Cinderella,
we must go.
Are we clear, Parker?
Quite clear, milady.
You debugged the whole
place, Parker?
No need, milady. It was
already done for me.
There's not a hidden
microphone anywhere, milady.
They've all been removed.
That can only
mean one thing.
They've got the information
they wanted. What now?
Parker, what have you
to report?
Well, milady,
they've been recording
you on a tape machine...
in the gravity
compensation room.
I managed to get
a look in there.
They've been editing the
tape... that was obvious.
And now they've got
the tape machine...
linked to a radio
transmitter.
The jigsaw's nearly
completed but not quite.
Parker, issue the guns.
They're in the false
compartment...
at the bottom
of my blue suitcase.
From now on, it's
emergency standby.
Black Phantom
from White Ghost.
Message will be transmitted
Gentlemen,
the Thunderbird machines...
will be arriving here
at approximately...
1100 hours
tomorrow morning.
Ambush has commenced.
OH. Ready.
15 seconds.
Calling International Rescue.
This is Lady Penelope.
Jeff, I want you to send
Thunderbirds 1 and 2...
to a disused airfield...
10 miles south
of Casablanca.
International fix system.
24-04. Reference E.
Ensure that Brains is aboard.
This is imperative.
Do not acknowledge
this transmission.
Will call later
with further details.
The Thunderbird machines
should be arriving...
in approximately
10 minutes.
Stand by.
If pilots offer any resistance
as they leave their machines...
shoot them down.
I've got it.
Penelope, I've got!
It's the only
possible answer.
They've been recording
your voice, right?
Right.
They've been editing
the tape, right?
Right.
Editing is a form
of rearranging.
They've been
rearranging your words...
to make you say something
that they wanted you to say...
and then they've
transmitted it.
Now, who's the one person...
who would act
on your instructions?
Why, Jeff Tracy.
Roger, Scott.
Understand that you are
at disused airfield.
Call me as soon
as you've landed.
F.A.B.
Go ahead, Penny.
Jeff, this is
an emergency.
Have you received
a message from me?
Yes, Penelope. The boys
are just about to land...
at the rendezvous
you requested.
Jeff, I haven't
sent a message.
This is a trap.
Now, remember...
just one sign of resistance
from those pilots...
and let them have it.
Thunderbird to base.
Thanks, Dad.
You gave us the warning
just in time.
Setting course now to
rendezvous with Skyship 1.
That's right, Scott.
The message was
a recording of my voice.
Now, the quicker you arrive,
the better for us.
You've got a fix
on our position.
F.A.B.
OH, I've received a message
from Black Phantom...
to say the Thunderbird
machines were landing.
By now, they must've
taken over the ships...
and shortly,
they'll be on their way...
to rendezvous with us.
Right, the playacting's over.
Round up our International
Rescue guests.
They're unsuspecting,
so they won't be armed.
Not so unsuspecting,
Captain Foster.
Raise your hands,
all of you.
It sounds as if Alan
needs some help.
Tin Tin, I'll leave you
my compact.
You can keep in touch
with the boys.
F.A.B., Penny.
Come on, Parker.
Quickly, Parker.
Lane, get the other one
as hostage. Quick.
OH, Foster, the numbers
are eVen nOW...
and we can outshoot you,
you know that.
Throw your guns down
and give yourselves up.
I suggest you throw
your guns down.
If you don't, you can
say good-bye to Tin Tin.
Father, I've lost
contact with Skyship 1.
Right, Scott.
At what position...
do you expect
to rendezvous with it?
According to my calculations,
at approximately 10,OOO feet.
About 5 miles east of Dover.
Well, all you can do, Scott...
is beat the hell
out of those machines...
and get there
as soon as you can.
F.A.B.
Very smart, Penelope.
So you radioed
your base?
That's right, Mr. Foster.
You should know that you can't
outwit International Rescue.
I'm not so sure.
The game isn't over yet.
We have you all
as our hostages.
When the Thunderbird
machines arrive...
I've got an idea
they're going to do...
just what we tell them to.
Meanwhile, the gravity
compensating machine...
has come to a standstill.
The jet engines on this bus...
are to give it
forward movement only.
The ship can't
maintain height...
unless the gravity
compensators are working.
I'm well aware
of the situation.
We're losing height
quite slowly.
It'll be half an hour yet
before there's any real danger.
It'll be half an hour yet
before there's any real danger.
Martin, go up
on the top deck...
and radio down as soon as those
Thunderbirds arrive. Right.
Father, I'm
at rendezvous point.
No sign of Skyship 1.
I don't understand it, Scott.
It's a big ship.
It'd be hard to miss.
Oh, wait. I can see it.
It's about 8,OOO feet
below me.
I don't get it.
According to the New World
pre-programmed schedule...
it should be at 10,OOO feet
at this point.
I'm going down
to take a look.
F.A.B.
Foster, Thunderbird 1
directly above us.
OH, Martin.
Right. Untie them.
I want you all
up on the top deck...
and no false moves.
OH, father, I'm alongside.
I can see one
of the stewards standing...
on the top deck.
Otherwise,
no sign of life.
When Thunderbird 2 arrives,
Be with you in about
5 minutes, Scott.
OH, Virgil.
Dad, there's trouble ahead.
Dad, Skyship 1
is losing height.
Why? I don't know.
About one mile ahead is
with interceptor towers.
The estimated height:
1,200 feet.
Below it is a missile site.
The way it looks from here...
Skyship 1 is on
a collision course.
The only thing that can
save it is its height.
But I've got my doubts.
It's a tower head.
We're going to hit it!
How far away is it?
I don't know.
About a quarter of a mile.
I'm coming up.
Dad, there's going
to be a collision.
You'd better alert...
all emergency services
down on the ground.
It's a missile base
about 5 miles east of Dover.
F.A.B.
What's the situation, Scott?
Well, the ship's swaying on
top of one of the towers.
or the ship loses
its balance...
it's going to drop
like a stone...
it's going to drop
like a stone...
right onto that missile
site below.
Come on, quickly.
Up on the top deck and move!
We've crashed, Foster.
Don't you understand?
Throw your gun away.
We're all in this
together now.
I said move!
Scott, I've been listening
to your transmission.
I've sighted Skyship.
I'm coming in
straight over the top.
Brains is already in there.
F.A.B.
Is Brains armed?
He ought to be.
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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