Thunderbirds Page #2

- No, you wouldn't.

- Have a safe flight home, Penny.

- Thanks, Jeff.

OK, Fermat. Run pre-flight checks.

Right. Hydraulic systems

- are green.

- Commence main engine sequence.

FAB, Alan.

Couldn't hurt to just fire up the instruments.

No way, Alan!

- Wrong switch!

- 'Warning. Engine sequence: breach.

'Warning. Engine sequence: breach.'

(Beeping)

- Could this day get any worse?

- 'Alan, my office. Now.'

It just did.

- I can't believe it.

- We're so busted.

- Look at this.

- What is it?

Looks like some sort of...

gallium-electrolyte compound.

Gotta get out of here.

Dad, I know I shouldn't have been in the ship, but...

- You're damn right you shouldn't!

- But I had it under control.

Under control? Do you have any idea

of the importance of secrecy in our operation?

You fired up

without the anti-detection shield.

You put everyone in danger

when you act selfishly.

You want to be part of the team,

you play by the rules. Understand?

- Do you?

- Yeah, I understand.

You don't want me to be a Thunderbird.

You don't want me to do anything.

You won't even listen to me!

I've heard enough.

You're grounded for the rest of spring break.

- But, Dad!

- Bottom line, Alan. You need to grow up.

Then let me.

Please!

(Bleeping)

Hey, John. I was just about to turn in.

What can I do for you?

'l could use a pizza.

You know a place that delivers?'

'30 minutes or it's free, right?

Anything else on your mind?'

Got a forest fire in Vladivostok,

a typhoon heading for Singapore.

- What's happening on Planet Tracy?

- Alan's home for spring break.

Yeah. I thought I could see a storm brewing.

- 'Teenagers!'

- We've all been there.

Dad, you've done a great job since Mom died.

Thanks, John.

Keep an eye on that typhoon for us.

- 'I'll call Vladivostok, see if they need help.'

- FAB, Dad. Sleep tight.

- Morning, Dad.

- Hey, son.

There's something I'd like to sh...sh...

Here, take a look.

- The neural-net control system?

- It's great to have you back.

I bet you didn't think spring break was going to be

this w...w...fun.

Watch this.

And that tiny phone lifts up...

Perfect.

Dad?

- N...n... Almost perfect.

- There's something I want to talk to you about.

Oh. Right. Oh. OK, right.

Are you having problems

with a g...g...whoo...female?

N-no! No!

Alan and I found a gallium compound

on the nose cone of Thunderbird 1.

We should check that out strai...

immediately.

That'd be g...g...swell!

The island is in sight.

- Transom, I need you.

- Yes, sir.

Sir, our cloaking device

has evaded their detection systems.

We have a positive visual from

the tracking solution on Thunderbird 1.

- Mullion?

- Sir?

Sir, armed and ready.

Shall I target the main structure?

Why would I want to destroy

what will soon be mine?

A tenet of Eastern martial arts is to use

your opponent's strength against him.

This is ridiculous.

It will be impossible to force

the Thunderbirds to leave their island.

On the other hand,

it requires no effort at all to let them go.

The Thunderbirds' purpose is to rescue.

All we need do is give them the victim.

- Commence targeting.

- Straightaway, sir.

Target acquisition of Thunderbird 5 is locked.

Fire.

(Alarm beeping)

- 'Red Alert.'

- What the...?

'lmpact imminent.'

Thunderbird 5 to Tracy lsland.

Mayday! Mayday!

'Red alert!

'Red alert!

'Red alert!'

Switching to Command and Control Centre.

How bad, Brains?

Thunderbird 5, major damage sustained.

Possible m...m... Possible strike by m...

- Meteor?

- Yeah.

Thunderbirds are go.

- Check retros.

- Go.

'Guidance systems: green.'

'Go to maximum thrust.'

There goes the cavalry.

But who will rescue the rescuers?

Alan! Tintin!

Thunderbird 5 has been hit!

- Thunderbird 5 has been hit!

- OK, OK, OK, don't panic. Don't panic.

(Bubbling)

On the other hand...

Run!

- We made land.

- Cut them off.

Activating communications blackout.

'Warning. Intruder alert.

Communications failure.'

What the he...devil is going on?

'Warning. Intruder alert.'

- Mr Tracy, do you copy?

- 'lntruder alert.'

Thunderbird 3, please respond.

How'd they find the island? Was it what I did

in Thunderbird 1? Did I ruin everything?

No. That compound we found

could have a transmitting capability.

- We have to do something.

- My dad's in the control room.

- How do we get there now?

- The vents.

Let's go! We have to get a message to my dad.

I'm losing all power. Repeat, I'm losing all power.

Hold on, John. We're coming in.

- 'Gordon, prepare for docking.'

- 'You got it, Dad.'

Reverse main thrusters on my mark.

Three, two, one...

- Easy. Watch the roll.

- Roll index angle minus two degrees.

'lnitiate docking sequence.'

- We're locked on.

- 'Docking sequence complete.'

- Tunnel hatch secured.

- Let's move!

- 'Airlock pressure equalised.'

- We're in. Let's go!

John!

Scott, tackle that fire.

- Am I glad to see you guys!

- Easy, you're hurt.

Virgil, take care of your brother.

Gordon, give me a damage assessment.

Come on, hurry!

(Electronic whining)

One-inch steel plate,

with sequential titanium locking mechanism.

- (Bones click)

- I love a challenge.

Watch out for the guards.

Get in, get in.

- (Whistles nervously)

- (Muffled banging)

Who-o-o-o...?

- What's going on?

- So, this is Mount Olympus.

And these are the Thunderbirds.

I should have guessed.

Jeff Tracy, the billionaire ex-astronaut.

Of course.

Isn't he the one who lost his wife in an accident?

Avalanche, wasn't it? How tragic.

- Just keep going straight ahead.

- OK.

Professor Hackenbacker?

We met at last year's international conference

on nanotechnology.

I thought your thesis on neutrinos

was extremely...

stimulating.

Transom, concentrate!

Sorry, sir.

The command control switch is here.

Fingerprint recognition system.

Professor. Please.

Activate the control switch.

N-n-n-n...

You must be kidding.

We share an interest

in the science of the mind.

The difference is, I was born with my powers.

I tell you, you've barely touched the surface.

Even the strongest minds can be broken.

We can break yours.

Fu... Fu... No way!

Activate the control switch, Prof!

Like a puppet on a string!

(The Hood laughing evilly)

'Activating Command and Control.

'Activating Command and Control.'

- We have control.

- Get up.

Sorry, Professor. Nothing personal.

(Buzzing)

- We got a warning light on our EPS system.

- Attempt manual override.

No, that's negative!

- That's it.

- OK, this one.

Back to Thunderbird 3 now.

- John, we gotta move.

- The locking mechanism's jammed.

'Attention, Thunderbird 5.

I have taken over your facilities.

'You no longer control your operational systems.'

(Alan) They've taken over.

- Warm them up, Transom.

- lncreasing temperature to maximum.

Who's the bald freak?

You?

Dad!

They've got my dad.

OK, you have our attention.

Who are you? What do you want?

How rude of me. You can call me The Hood.

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