Thunderbirds Page #3

Now, listen, Mr Tracy.

We won't be negotiating.

I'm going to use the Thunderbirds to rob banks,

starting with the Bank of London.

The money system will be in chaos

and the Thunderbirds held responsible.

- You'll never succeed!

- Why the Thunderbirds?

- An eye for an eye.

- 'An eye for an eye?'

Perhaps you've forgotten me, but you remember

saving my brother, Kyrano?

'I'm sorry, Mr Tracy. I thought he was dead.'

- Take them away.

- Yes, sir.

That makes The Hood my uncle?

Every family has a black sh...sh...

(Resounding sneeze)

This room's murder with my allergies.

You left me to die that day.

You may have broken my body but you've no idea

how powerful my mind has become.

Now you will suffer, as I suffered,

waiting for a rescue that will never come.

'Wait!'

- Scott, status report.

- CO2 levels are rising.

Wire the oxygen scrubber to the batteries.

Clean the air.

- How long will that give us?

- About four hours.

(Gasping)

(Muffled sneezing)

Someone's there.

- (Fermat gasping)

- Come on.

Aaargh!

Aaaargh!

- Run, run!

- No, jump. We can get through to the silos.

Apparently, the island is not

as secure as you thought.

Children!

Did you find any children?

Here they are.

Thunderbird 2 silo, in the loading arm.

Seal them in.

Hold on!

The doors! You guys, let's go!

Go! Go!

This way.

- No!

- They've got us trapped. What now?

If we can get to the Thunderbird 1 silo,

we can escape through the service tunnel.

But we need a plan, Alan.

- I'll use the Thunderizer on the door.

- 'Elevator, active.'

- Get the goons with the Firefly!

- Alan! It's only to be used in an emergency.

- I guess this qualifies.

- Yeah.

Here they come.

- Fermat, can you drive this thing?

- Uh, no.

- Hey, watch it!

- I took microbiology, not driver's ed.

- Set the pressure to maximum.

- Got it.

Retreat!

Let's move it.

That's it.

Time to thunderize.

Yes!

Come on, let's go!

Get 'em!

- Where's Fermat?

- Fermat!

- Coming!

- Hurry up.

- What were you doing back there, Fermat?

- I had an idea.

Try and keep up, OK? I'll open the tunnel.

We gotta keep moving.

- 'Access denied.'

- Go back. Yell when you see them coming.

'Access denied.'

Alan.

You can run if you want.

Were you surprised to hear

what your father did to me?

It is frightening when we realise

our parents aren't perfect.

But perhaps you already suspected that

about your father.

Why did he build these magnificent machines?

Do you suppose it was guilt?

Because he let your mother die.

Open the door, Alan.

Open...the...door.

We can't go this way.

He's there.

No! What are we going to do, Alan?

I don't know. I'm thinking, OK?

Keep backing up. I've got an idea.

- That's your idea?

- It's not me you're angry at, Alan.

It's not you I'm aiming at.

Get them!

Transom, fire up Thunderbird 1.

And set to broil!

(Screaming)

(Screaming)

- No sign of them.

- The little brats went up like firecrackers.

Pop, pop, pop!

Don't give him the satisfaction, Professor.

This is taking too long. Pick out the equipment

you need and load it into Thunderbird 2.

- No more delays.

- Yes, sir.

(Coughing and spluttering)

- Can you warn us next time you do that?

- Relax, Fermat. It's just a little water.

I could have drowned.

- You mean you can't swim?

- I repeat, I could have drowned.

I said I was sorry, Fermat.

Just put this behind us, OK?

We gotta watch each other's backs.

- Nice drawers.

- Thank you.

Boo!

No, Tintin, stay there.

You're worse than girls.

Hurry up and get dressed.

Those are nice drawers!

(Fermat) Data from Tracy lsland is sent

to Thunderbird 5 via satellite, right?

There's a miniscule possibility that

if we reach the satellite station, we could...

- Blow it up!

- No,

hack in to it and give control back to Thunderbird 5.

Good thinking, Fermat. Let's do it.

Here's the plan. We're here.

We go along the shore

to the access road, here.

Then up to the transmitter. What do you think?

Good. Except that we're here, not there,

and the transmitter is there, not here.

We have to go through the jungle.

But that's f...f...off limits.

- It's gonna be dangerous.

- I'm in.

We gotta get up there fast!

Our folks are in trouble

and if The Hood gets off the island...

He's not going anywhere.

The guidance processor for Thunderbird 2.

He can't take off without it.

- How'd you get this?

- Alan, what you don't know can't hurt you.

(Car phone bleeping)

- 'Parker?'

- Milady?

'We have an emergency.'

- What a charming fellow.

- (Knocking on door)

Come in.

Have a look at this, Parker.

He, and this woman, poor girl,

both work for this man, known as The Hood.

- Sounds like an alias, milady.

- Quite right, Parker.

Real name:
Trangh Belagant.

Assumed dead when

his illegal diamond mine collapsed in Malaya.

Oh, perfect, Parker.

The Thunderbirds rescued

over 500 mine workers,

including Mr Belagant's brother.

Milady, that's Mr Tracy's loyal manservant, Kyrano.

How's my schedule, Parker?

You have clay pigeon shooting

with Lord Marlborough,

a benefit gala for the lnstitute of the Blind,

and there's a typhoon

bearing down on Singapore.

- I suppose that's urgent.

- Yes, milady.

A bridge collapsed in Buenos Aires

and a volcanic eruption in Jakarta.

- The Thunderbirds haven't responded?

- No, milady.

The media is awash in speculation

vis-a-vis their whereabouts.

'Over to Lisa Lowe.'

Disaster after disaster around the world today

and still no sign of the Thunderbirds.

Typhoon Jago hit Singapore just one hour ago

and thousands have been left homeless

by a volcano in Jakarta.

'Only the Thunderbirds have the machines...'

- It's time to send the emergency signal.

- I fear you're not wrong, milady.

'Lisa Lowe. Back to you, Chuck.'

(Beeping)

(Beeping)

I'm telling you, Fermat, it was like The Hood

was inside my head back there.

What do you mean, Alan?

Maybe he can read minds

or control minds or something.

Don't be silly, Alan.

Everything can be explained by science.

I'm just figuring out his weakness.

Everybody has an Achilles heel.

My Achilles heel is actually my Achilles heel.

It's got a blister the size of a basketball.

Tintin!

- Can we...s...s...

- Stop? No.

OK.

No more cheeseburgers for you, Fermat.

- Any word?

- Nothing, milady.

Right. Tell Lord Marlborough

that I've broken my shooting arm.

Send the lnstitute for the Blind

a dozen guide dogs.

- And bring the car around.

- Yes, milady.

The Thunderbirds appear to be in a spot of trouble.

And I don't like that. Let's go, Parker.

- Ready. We'll use this to get into the vaults.

- Subtle, as usual, Mullion.

I didn't realise we'd be getting points for style.

We're robbing banks, remember.

Don't worry. You'll get your money.

Transom, initiate pre-flight diagnostics.

(Machinery whirring)

- What's going on?

- 'Guidance processor error.'

- It's the guidance processor.

- What's wrong with it?

- There isn't one.

- Aaargh!

Clever Alan.

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