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[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
Mayday. Mayday.
We're out of control and gaining altitude!
Dad! I'm scared!
Stay low and hang on, son.
- Whoa! - Dad!
We're 10,000 feet and climbing! Can anyone hear me?
[WHOOSH OF ENGINE] What is that?
International Rescue!
Looks like you could use a little help.
- Look after him! - I got him!
- Take my hand. - I-I can't reach.
Aaaah!
Dad!
Thunderbird 5, I need you now.
Five...
four...
three...
two...
...one. [THRUSTERS]
[TITLE MUSIC]
Thunderbirds are go!
Tracking his descent.
Coordinates are locked in.
- Please! You have to save him! - No-one is losing their dad today.
John, what's my time window?
- At terminal velocity, less than 50 seconds. - Strap in.
Aaah!
Aaaah!
I've got you!
- Dad! - Son!
This is Thunderbird 2. Mission complete.
Good job, Virgil.
Thunderbird 3. What's your status, Alan?
I'm tracking the target now.
All systems go for satellite capture and stabilisation.
Deploying grasping arms.
Engaging RCS thrusters.
Remember, Thunderbird 3,
- you only get one shot at grabbing this thing. Make it count. - F-A-B.
We are locked for rotational vector.
30 metres. 20. 10.
Contact!
Huh! Capture complete!
Stabilising spin.
I think it's gonna be OK, Thunderbird 5.
Well done, Alan.
I almost missed my favourite show.
- And that, Kayo, is how it's done. - Congratulations, Alan.
You've returned TV repeats to people across the globe.
Maybe one day I'll get a real mission.
If anyone should complain, it's me.
I'm head of security for International Rescue
and I don't even have my own ship.
- And right now I'm up here... - What, baby-sitting?
- I wasn't going to say that. - You totally were!
OK, I was. But I didn't. I'm sorry, I thought it.
Thunderbird 1, report, please.
It's bad news, John.
This retro fit is gonna take a lot longer than expected.
Maybe you can come down here and give me a hand.
Not to worry, Scott. With my new mobile engineering lab,
I shall have you back in the air in no time.
Now, let's have a look at that hatch deployment activator.
Oops. Sorry, Max.
This wait is killing me. [BLEEPING] Incoming call!
- Lady Penelope! - Hello, Scott.
Is Brains still working on your ship?
Can't rush a genius.
Ha ha! Let him know crisis averted.
I managed to convince the consortium
to stop hording their iridium reserves.
That'll be some good news for Brains. Tracy Island out.
Parker? When was the last time you had your eyes checked?
Not since the service, I'm sure. What makes you ask, m'lady?
You're driving on the wrong side of the road.
Your choice of lanes wouldn't have anything to do with the car
- trying to run us off the road? - It does indeed, m'lady.
Oh! This is rather distressing. He's going to make us late.
See if you can give him the slip, will you Parker?
Right away, m'lady.
I've always loved using that!
Here we are, m'lady.
Will you be needing an escort?
If I can hold my own against international gangsters,
I can certainly handle a Royal premiere.
This is Thunderbird 2. On final approach to Tracy Island.
So, we meet again.
That's right. Automated kitchen module,
tonight I'M cooking dinner for my family!
Hm, now where's your 'on' switch?
Does this mean teaspoon or tablespoon?
They need to find someone to try this.
- [LOUDER] Anyone up there? - Oh, no!
Gordon?
- Hey, Virgil. - How long have you been under here?
From the second I sense Grandma was looking for a test subject.
I'm still recovering from the last family meal.
[CRASH!] Dad's desk!
I guess in a way he's still looking out for us.
Hey, you two! Get out from under there and taste this.
He always did take her side!
[ALARM RINGS]
International Rescue. I'm detecting a sea quake off the Minerva Reef.
What can you report, Thunderbird 5?
A mayday from the underwater research station near the epicentre.
Whoooa!
We've got a hull breach! Lower deck is flooding!
- International Rescue, can you respond? - We're on our way.
Huh! You guys will have to handle this one without me.
- Thunderbird 1 is still grounded. - We'll do our best, Scott.
We'll do our best.
Sorry, Grandma. Gotta go.
Five. Four.
Three. Two.
One.
Thunderbirds are go!
It's a Poseidon-class submersible with a crew of three.
They report no injuries, but they're taking on water.
Access to the hatch is blocked.
I'll stabilise the station from above
and Gordon can help get them out. Sound good?
F-A-B, Virgil.
Whoooa!
- What's our status? - All the sub-sections are flooded.
- We're running out of time. - International Rescue.
This is Dr Meddings. I don't know how much longer we have.
'Stand by for launch, Thunderbird 4.'
Systems check complete. Docking clamp released.
We are go for module deployment.
We are go for launch.
Ballast control active. Levelling off.
I've got sonar lock. Five minutes out.
Make it quick, Thunderbird 4.
I'll get started on stabilising it from above.
This is International Rescue. Is everybody OK?
For the moment, yes.
Our escape submersible has malfunction
and we're taking on water!
We're trying to attach a magnetic grapple.
- You may feel another shift. - I'd stand on my head if it helps.
Thunderbird 5, have a look at my sensors, will you?
They're picking something up and so is my famous Gordon squid sense.
Your focus needs to be on that research station,
not your squid sense.
Er, John, I'm detecting a YT88 transponder beacon.
Really? That's the same kind Dad on his ship.
I know this is important,
but can it wait until after we deal with the station?
Not if it gets buried by another quake.
The signal's coming from inside a fault trench.
Gordon should check it out, just to be sure.
I'm inside.
[BEEPING] The signal's getting stronger!
I've got a visual on something. I'm going in for a closer look.
[BLEEPING GETTING STRONGER]
Negative. It's not Dad's.
Sorry, Gordon. Now let's get back to work.
- I'm having trouble grabbing hold of the station. - Not so fast, Virgil.
Whatever it is I'm looking at, it shouldn't be here!
Uh-oh! [RUMBLING]
- John, it's a sea quake! - Thunderbird 4, get out of there!
Oh, no! John! Thunderbird 5!
Gordon, come in! Thunderbird 4, can you read me? Gordon!
Scott, Thunderbird 4 is not responding
and Thunderbird 2 can't launch out of the station.
We may have a situation.
F-A-B, Thunderbird 5. Thunderbird 1 needs to launch, ready or not.
Scott, these modifications haven't been fully tested.
I can't think of a better time than now.
I'd suggest clearing out.
That hangar is about to get toasty.
[MUSIC]
Five. Four.
Three. Two.
One.
[THRUSTERS]
Midas system active.
Shifting to horizontal flight.
She flies great, Brains.
Turbo jets, engage.
- Thunderbird 5, let me know the second you make contact with Gordon. - F-A-B.
The station must be made of some kind of composite.
I'm not getting a lock. Come on! Attach!
Thunderbird 1, welcome to the party. I can't grab on.
Let me give it a try.
Yes!
Whoooa!
- All right! - Do you have to make it look so easy?
Hm. Lucky shot.
- Whoa! - International Rescue, we're having another sea quake!
We've just lost the legs!
Increasing thrust to compensate!
You need to get a grip on this fast, Thunderbird 2, or I'm going under.
OK, I got it!
[METAL GROANS]
As long as we keep it stable, it should hold out long enough
- for Gordon to do the evac. - F-A-B.
I just hope John can get in contact with him soon.
- Ouch! - You're a sight for sore eyes!
Yeah, I got knocked out for a minute. I'm OK now.
Thunderbird 4 is another story.
So much for your world-famous squid sense.
Do me a favour. Run a seismic analysis of the last two quakes
and tell me where the epicentre was.
OK. Stand by.
Whoa! The epicentre's exactly at your location.
That can't be a coincidence.
Is this so important, you'd risk a failure?
I think this machine is somehow causing the earthquakes.
Now, find a way out. They need you at that station.
Not until I get what I came for.
Urgh! You gotta be kidding me!
- Thunderbird 4, I'm picking up another quake. - I can confirm that.
I need to find a way out!
Arming demolition missile!
International Rescue, Thunderbird 4 is en route.
Brains, I'll need you to take this thing apart as soon as we get back to the island.
F-A-B, Gordon. I'll be standing by.
Gordon! To what do I owe the pleasure?
I'm afraid this isn't a social call, Your Ladyship. I need a favour.
- Whatever you need. - I need our London agent to do some agenting.
- Oh, m'lady... - Change of plans, Parker.
We have another assignment.
OK, folks, I'm almost there.
Good news, Thunderbird 4.
[ALL CRY OUT]
Make it quick. I'm not sure how much longer we can hold on.
International Rescue! The control room is flooding!
Just get us out of here!
We leave for a few hours and the whole world falls apart!
But it least it has TV.
Here's the plan. I'm cutting my way in from underneath.
I'll evac the crew in dry tubes.
Thunderbird 5, have the crew prepare for immediate evacuation.
- Everyone cool? - ALL: F-A-B.
- Wait for me. - OK, then. Here we go.
OK, I'm inside. Making my way to the crew compartment.
I'm inside the control room. All hands accounted for.
I'll take them out one at a time.
Good news, Thunderbird 4. But hurry. We're hanging on by a thread here.
You're gonna be OK.
First dry tube is away.
One more to go. Going back in.
[STATION GROANS]
The lab is shifting! It's gonna go any second!
Urgh!
The lab's too heavy. It's pulling us both under!
Thunderbird 4, can you read me?
Gordon, do you read me?
Gordon!
[RUMBLING]
F-A-B, Thunderbird 2.
My radio was damaged, but we're all right.
Release the cables.
Thunderbird 2, stand by for retrieval.
F-A-B, Thunderbird 4.
I've got you!
Nice job, bro.
- See you back at the ranch, Thunderbird 1. - F-A-B.
- Oh, welcome back! - Good to have you back.
Well, what do you think?
I think you've found where sea junk goes to die.
It is rather crudely made. [YAWNS] I'll begin my analysis immediately.
International Rescue, I'm picking up seismic activity
like I've never seen before... multiple earthquakes all under sea.
Epicentres are equal distances apart
and they're going off in sequence.
Earthquakes typically don't work like that. This is highly unusual.
It's because someone is causing them all on purpose.
Why would someone WANT to cause an earthquake?
It's 2060. That's not the kind of world we live in.
I'm afraid it might be. It was made with off-the-shelf components
- according to my hexpert. - Hexpert?
That would be me, sir.
Quite a brisk trade for these bits on the black market, so I'm told.
- In that case, they should be easy to track. - Precisely, Brains. I already have.
We're at the address to where much of the equipment was shipped.
This is rather alarming.
There's a note here, addressed to International Rescue.
It says, 'Press me and all your questions will be answered.'
I say press the button and face the consequences.
- I smell a trap. - I wouldn't touch that with a 10ft pole.
- I want answers. - I'm telling you, trap!
- Kayo, what do YOU think? - It definitely looks dodgy.
But... what's the worst that can happen?
- My thoughts exactly! - Parker!
[ALARMED CHATTER]
Global airwaves are being taken over.
It looks like the source is masked.
Now that I have your attention, you have by now felt the earthquakes
in the Southern Ocean. Those were only the beginning.
There will be more. Many more.
And they'll be increasing in magnitude
until my very reasonable terms are met.
If not, every city along the Ring of Fire will be brought to its knees.
And there is nothing anyone can do to stop it,
including International Rescue.
If you put your trust in them, you will regret it.
Only one person has that much contempt for International Rescue.
- That was him, wasn't it? - The same person responsible for Dad's crash.
That was The Hood. He's back.
It has to be The Hood! There's no other explanation!
Scott, even if that was him, we can't confirm it.
As far as the Global Defence Force is concerned,
The Hood is still nothing but a phantom.
So what do you suggest, Colonel Casey? We sit and do nothing?
You'll do what International Rescue does best... help people in trouble.
We'll bring him to justice.
They don't stand a chance, do they?
If these devices are causing earthquakes, we'll find a way to shut them down.
We still don't even know what we're dealing with here.
I can give you a pretty good idea.
Seismic activity has been steadily growing since the first quake,
and it's spreading north along the Pacific plate.
- This is a global catastrophe in the making. - [RUMBLING] You feel that?
It's another quake.
[CLAMOUR OF VOICES]
I'm receiving hundreds of distress calls from the Southern Pacific Rim.
Just tell us where you need us, Thunderbird 5.
Oh, my. The solar collector in Taiwan has fallen out of alignment.
Is that an actual emergency, Brains?
Here's how it was before.
Thousands of individually controlled mirrors concentrate the sun's rays
into a frighteningly powerful beam.
The heat is so intense, you get the same hydrogen fusion
that fuels a star.
This is the collector now. When the sun comes up,
those rays will be aiming directly at the city of Taipei.
We need to move that reflector.
Gordon, I'm picking up a distress call from a trawler
taking on water.
- Tell them I'm on my way! - All right, then. Time to gear up.
Yes, let's do this!
Sorry, Alan. we need to keep you and Thunderbird 3 in reserve.
In case the TV goes out. I get it.
Five. Four.
Three. Two.
One.
[THRUSTERS]
Thunderbirds are go!
Activating scram jets.
Slow and steady wins the race! I'll see you when I get there.
F-A-B.
[MESSAGE ALERT]
Lady Penelope, I need some information.
John. Of course.
It's about The Hood. I know Dad had you looking into him.
True, but I'm afraid I didn't learn much.
I uncovered at least seven aliases he operated under.
But since your father's... accident,
the trail went cold. He simply disappeared.
Gordon was right. Global Defence Force won't find this guy.
Hm, this looks to be some kind of transmitter.
Thunderbird 5, do you read me? I need you to monitor a frequency.
Standing by.
What does this thing do?
It appears to be the seismic actuator.
In a working device, the vibrations would generate an earthquake.
Might I suggest 'Look, don't touch'?
I've got a visual on the solar collector.
This is gonna be trickier than I thought.
I'm gonna have to land at the base of the mountain
and jet-pack up to the site to get a look.
F-A-B, Scott.
Hold on a minute. I'm getting a breakthrough.
All global frequencies.
People of Earth.
You have seen the power I command.
My demands are simple.
I'll require three perfect spheres of diphyllium alloy,
an island above the 33rd parallel,
and the World Council will deliver the Thunderbirds to me.
All of them. Before this day is done.
Fulfil my requests and the earthquakes will stop.
Ignore them, and the suffering will see no end.
Scott, did you get all that?
Yeah. He has to be joking. That list of demands is out of a bad movie.
He may be messing with us, but there is no way we are handing over the Thunderbirds!
Brains, you may have found the key to stopping these earthquake generators.
Using that frequency, I was able to isolate the control signal
linking all the devices together.
Over 500 devices total, and they're all controlled by one satellite.
Of course. If we can attach just one bypass module to the satellite,
it will redirect control of the earthquake generators to us.
Then we'll be able to shut all of them down at once.
It gets even better. When The Hood tries to check in,
we'll find out where he's hiding.
- Alan, time to gear up. - Yes!
Solo mission, baby!
Except I'll be along for the ride.
It's still your mission. I just need a lift.
I can live with that.
Five. Four.
Three. Two.
One.
Thunderbird 3 is go!
Sorry about last time. The baby-sitter thing.
Uh, no big deal.
- Most guys would kill to have you for a baby-sitter. - Ha ha!
Er, because you're, you know, so responsible...
and stuff. Ha!
[BLEEPING ALERT]
You know those demands are a joke, right?
The World Council is desperate.
I wouldn't put it past them to make you hand over your ships.
Can you buy us some time? We might have found a way to stop all this.
Consider it done.
- No 0.10 Downing Street, if you would, Parker. - Right away, m'lady.
FAB 1 is off!
- Is anyone out there? - International Rescue.
We have another situation.
I found a control room crushed under the base of the collector.
I think there may be people inside. I'll try and get them out.
Brains, is there any other way inside this thing?
Through the server room. You'll have to use the access hatch.
And where's the access hatch?
In the centre of the collector.
All right. I'll focus on the workers.
- Thunderbird 2, you'll need to move that dish. It's sunrise. - F-A-B.
I'm at the hatch.
Get in there or you're going to be a baked potato.
I feel like one already.
[GRUNTS] I'm in.
I'll drop the magnetic claw and try to pull the dish skyward.
Would you look at that? First try!
[GRUNTS]
I'm in the server room, Brains. I can hear people below me,
but I don't see a way down.
[CLANK! THUD!]
[GROANS]
Watch out!
Scott, I think we might have a slight complication.
Thunderbird 2, there's too much pressure. Disengage!
We have to find another way to move it.
Well we better think of something fast. Taipei is about to get cooked.
What is that?
[EVERYONE GASPS AND SHOUTS]
Scott! I may have a solution!
The collector is made up of thousands of tiny mirrors.
If we can override the main controls,
it's as simple as turning the mirrors instead of the whole collector!
- Tell me what to do, Brains! - You're looking for a junction marked A18.
I don't see it, Brains. It jumps from A15 to A25.
These schematics must be out of date.
Look for the power distribution relay. Rack 4.
Rack 4...
- Got it! - Turn it to the left!
- Brains! - The earthquake must have
damaged the mechanism.
The solar collector is going to destroy the city no matter what!
[SCREAMING]
We have to destroy this dish. I need options, Brains. Fast.
Here! The primary support arm!
Remove that, and the entire dish will detach.
I'm sending you coordinates now.
Virgil, get the engineers out. I'm taking out the dish.
- Are you sure about this? - It's what Dad would have done.
Virgil, I'm cutting my way through.
Who's up for getting out of here?
Let's go! Come on!
Waargh!
Urgh! The heat must have fried my jet packs!
- Scott! - Waargh!
- Aaargh! - Scott!
Do you read me? [ALL GASP]
[ALARM BELLS RINGING]
All right, hot shot. Save your surfing for the beach.
ALL: Yeah! Whoo!
This is Thunderbird 3. We've got eyes on the satellite.
Alan, it's essential you don't take Thunderbird 3 too close.
Matching orbit for intercept.
If The Hood suspects we're tampering,
he could set everything off at once.
Electronic shielding is active.
- We should be invisible to any sensors on board. - F-A-B.
- Wish me luck. - You've got this.
This is Thunderbird 3. Commencing EVA.
One other thing.
There's an automated status signal every 30 seconds.
We'll have to attest the bypass module between bursts.
- Sure. - OK.
Stand by. In three,
two, one.
We have 29 seconds, Alan.
Whoa!
- Any false move and The Hood will be alerted. - No pressure.
Lady Penelope bought us some time. This may be the only chance we get.
[GROANS] It's just like fixing a TV.
You can do this.
Ten seconds, Alan.
Bypass module attached. The hatch is sealed!
Ha! You did it
The signal is ours. OK, Brains, shut him down.
Command sent.
They're turning off.
High five, Max... Ow!
Whoo! That's a relief.
You had us sweating, Thunderbird 3.
Wait. You didn't think I was choking back there, did you?
I had to make sure I had the correct input selected.
Right... In any case, we're proud of you.
I have The Hood's location.
My turn. Commencing halo drop.
6,000 metres.
4,000.
Yeah!
2,000.
I've got eyes on you now.
1,000 metres.
Deploying air brake.
I'm down.
Good luck, Kayo. Be careful in there.
You should be warning the other guys.
Well, this is a surprise.
- Kayo, are you there? John, I've lost Kayo's feed! - So have I.
I haven't seen you in a very long time, Tanusha Kyrano.
But they call you Kayo now, don't they?
For that knockout punch, no doubt.
I have to assume, since you are here,
International Rescue found a way to stop my earthquake machines. Bravo!
You're in a good mood for someone whose butt just got kicked.
I can assure you my objective was most certainly achieved.
I've made my presence known, I've assessed the Global Defence Force's
pitiful ability to mobilise against me,
and it's been made perfectly clear that the world's leaders
are all too willing to sell out International Rescue
- to save their own skins. - So you can rule the world?
Ha ha! I don't want to rule the world. I simply want to own it.
Let someone else run the place.
I could, however, use a little help around here. Interested?
Never!
Come now. We are family after all.
I already have a family. On Tracy Island.
Families shouldn't keep secrets, Tanusha.
- Do they know yours? - Huh...
That the man they believe is responsible for the great Jeff Tracy's demise
is your very own uncle?
I'll tell you something they do know. You're finished,... Uncle!
Did you really think you could take ME and the rest of my forces down
- all by yourself? - No, I didn't.
- That's someone else's job. - The Hood, I presume?
You're an impressive young woman, Tanusha.
I'm sure we'll meet again. [BLEEPS]
[BOOM!]
He's blowing the place up! Everybody out!
That means you too, Kayo!
[SIGHS] Thunderbird 5, it's Kayo.
I'm gonna need a ride.
- Whoa! - How's that for a ride?
It's all yours. 'Thunderbird S.'
It stands for Thunderbird Shadow.
Wow, Brains! I've never seen anything like it.
I'm sorry to be so long. I wanted it to be p-perfect.
It is. Thank you, Brains.
Now you're really one of us.
- I should check your suit camera for a malfunction. - That's OK.
I accidentally turned it off.
- Awfully convenient with your camera. - Huh...
Don't worry. Jeff kept your secret, Kayo. And I will too.
- But you're gonna have to tell them eventually. - I know.
Well, now we're all here, how about
a nice family dinner? [ALL GASP]
Seems like I've been in that kitchen for days.
Sounds great. I'll go clean up.
- Meet me on the ship. - Thunderbirds are gone!
- Smells of feet. - What's that, John?
- A rescue? I'm on my way! - Er, I think I left my thruster on.
Well, this should be... fun.
You're going to love it! It's called meatloaf surprise.
- What's the surprise? - Don't know. Let's find out.
[MUSIC]
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