Thunderbirds Page #4

It's the children. They have it.

No way. They're dead.

No one could live through something like that.

I did.

Get them, Mullion. Take whatever you need.

Make sure you get the guidance processor

before you lose your temper.

Alan, don't you think Tintin is blossoming?

Blossoming? What's that supposed to mean?

Come on, Alan. You've a crush on her.

You've got to be kidding. I mean, she's...

She's not that bad, I guess.

OK, guys, take five.

Five isn't going to do it!

- Guys?

- (Puffing and panting)

Don't move.

- What is it?

- Scorpion.

- Is that dangerous?

- 0.025 milligrams of its venom is fatal.

So, "dangerous" is an understatement.

Watch out!

- Tintin, what was that?

- Let's go.

Hey! She has the same powers

as her uncle, The Hood.

- You think?

- Must run in the family.

- Did you do that?

- Just drop it, OK?

Still think everything

can be explained by science?

Not girls!

- Scott? Gordon? You all right?

- We're OK.

- The heat exchanger has blown.

- You don't say!

Come on! Those brats are in here somewhere.

- How are you doing?

- This is very delicate equipment.

Which is now...broken.

Can you fix it?

Maybe, but I'll need something to solder with.

We're in the middle of nowhere.

Where are you going to find something like that?

What?

Aaaaargh!

Ow!

Perfect.

- Gee, I never figured you for a crybaby.

- I'm gonna kill you.

- What did he say?

- I think it was some sort of apology.

I got it, yes! You're the man, Fermat!

OK...

First, we have to establish contact

with Thunderbird 5.

- 'Dad?'

- It's Alan!

- Alan, where are you?

- 'I'm at the satellite relay station.'

Fermat's gonna hack in

to give control back to you.

- 'We're standing by.'

- We're almost there.

(Gasps) Goodness me, Professor.

You're so good-looking without your glasses on.

I think you may find

that's another thing we have in common.

Pretty?

- (Alarm sounding)

- 'Unauthorised transmission!'

That's not fair.

Just when things were starting to sizzle.

'Unauthorised transmission!'

A burst of transmission

from the island satellite station. Should I jam it?

And give Mullion the coordinates.

'Take the main track southeast,

then head up Satellite Hill.'

They're onto us! We're being jammed!

- Can you finish?

- I'll try.

- 'Alan, what's happening?'

- Hang in there.

It won't work.

The signal's too weak for data transmission.

'Dad, they're jamming the signal.

Don't worry, I'll take care of everything.'

That's a negative! It's too dangerous.

Follow emergency procedure. Wait for Lady

Penelope at the rendezvous point. Got that?

- Dad!

- We're losing you.

'Dad!'

- No!

- Useless!

It is now.

I'm sorry, Alan. This is hard on all of us.

No, it's OK. I'm fine.

You don't have to be such a tough guy.

I worry about my dad too.

I'd do anything

to be with my parents right now.

But The Hood knows we're alive now.

We have to go.

- Even worse, they know exactly...

- (Tyres screeching)

..where we are!

Come on!

Aaaaargh!

Aaaargh!

- Great. More water.

- Tintin, can you slow 'em down?

- I'd be delighted.

- Do it. Meet us at the junk yard.

Come on, Fermat.

This'll get us out of here.

There! Come on!

(Buzzing)

Straight ahead.

Aaaargh!

- It's gonna make this thing hard to control.

- No problem.

You really must be careful

not to exceed four bars of pressure...

- I said no problem.

- Guys, we've got to get out of here.

- What is this?

- A hoversled.

Our ticket out, unless you've got a better idea.

Let's wait for Lady Penelope, like your dad said.

Great plan. Let's sit and wait to get caught.

I say we do something.

Now! Right, Fermat?

Actually, I agree with Tintin.

I don't think this is s...s...safe.

You don't think anything is s...s...safe.

Just because I s...s...stutter

doesn't mean that I'm wrong.

If we're a team,

we should make decisions as a team.

Do you want to sit here and take a vote?

Or do you want to get out of here?

Cos I'm going.

You can be a real jerk sometimes.

(Shrieking)

Go!

Go!

Help!

Oh, no!

Come on! Faster!

Alan! You're going too fast!

I need more speed to get above the trees.

Hang on!

Ugh!

What did I tell you guys?

Oh, no...

(Fermat) What are you doing?

Oh, no! Not the fridge!

- Tintin!

- Son...

- Are you OK?

- I'm fine, Dad.

Cool off, kid!

Ha-ha-ha-ha!

Tracy lsland approaching, milady.

Switching to aqua mode.

- lsn't life fun, sometimes?

- Rib-tickling, milady.

What is it?

We have an unidentified craft

approaching the island at high speed.

Lady P.

Phew! Somebody roll down a window.

It's getting hot in here.

Re-entry into Earth's atmosphere

in 37 minutes.

- Oxygen's out in 30, so we won't feel it.

- Stop it!

Come on, Dad. The situation's hopeless.

No, it's not. We've got people

on the ground working for us.

Alan? He's just a kid.

He's a Tracy.

- This doesn't look good, Parker.

- No, milady.

That bougainvillea is parched, and someone

should do something about that hammock.

Whom do we have here? Mullion...

I must warn you that I know judo,

krai magna and tae kwon do.

And I know Parker.

Milady.

Aaaargh!

- You've broken my nose.

- That was my intention.

Oooh!

One tries so hard in life to sort things out

on an intellectual-slash-conversational level.

But sometimes it's just not possible.

Ow!

Aaaargh!

Oof!

- Shall I bring the car round, milady?

- Parker, have a bit of a lie-down.

Excuse me, milady.

Ah, Lady Penelope!

- He has his palace. Why not his princess?

- Flattery will get you nowhere.

Ow!

Have you any idea what a manicure costs?

- Boo!

- Ha!

Coming through, milady.

Eeow!

Duck, milady!

He's weak. Using his power makes him weak.

Aaaaargh!

You're formidable.

More than a match for most men.

That's not saying much, then, is it?

Aaaargh!

- I suggest you let us pass.

- Don't try your parlour games on me.

You've committed a serious crime.

And in about...

four seconds,

I'm going to get quite cross with you.

How are you, Alan?

Ow!

I hope you don't think

I'm going to chase you.

Ow!

- Ow!

- You can make it stop, Alan.

- Ow!

- You have something that belongs to me.

Really, sir, don't mind me. This isn't the first time

my head's been pulverised.

And it's never done any real harm before.

- Ow!

- Stop! Stop! I'll give it to you.

Fetch!

You made a match of it, Alan, I'll give you that.

- Put them with the others.

- You're coming with me.

Put me down! This outfit is couture.

Don't go to sleep. John, look at me.

Keep your eyes open.

- You need to cool off, lady.

- Lady Penelope!

Big oaf!

Right, that's quite enough losing for one day.

So, how does it feel to be right all the time?

Not bad, actually.

I'm so sorry, Fermat.

We make quite a pair.

It's hard for me to talk.

It's hard for you to listen.

Parker, I have an idea.

Excellent, milady.

- Brains, how long do Jeff and the boys have?

- I can't think. I'm too cold.

'Guidance processor installed.'

The processor has been installed.

Thunderbird 2 is ready for takeoff.

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