Thunderbirds (2004) - full transcript
The year is 2010. Teenager Alan Tracy, sent off to a distant boarding school, is the youngest of the sons of Jeff Tracy, a retired American astronaut. Jeff, a widower, has formed International Rescue, and raised his sons to act as a secret, volunteer organization which uses highly advanced technology to save lives worldwide. Jeff and his older sons John, Virgil, Scott, and Gordon, who like Alan were named after the Mercury Seven astronauts are joined in this effort by Lady Penelope and her butler/chauffeur Parker. Their futuristic hardware is largely developed by a genius scientist known as Brains, who lives at the International Rescue base on Tracy Island, somewhere in the Pacific.
From a secret
island in the South Pacific...
the courageous Tracy family
run an organization called...
International Rescue.
When disaster strikes,
anywhere in the world...
they are always
first on the scene.
They go by the name they gave
their incredible machines.
The Thunderbirds.
Five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.
Thunderbirds are go!
But in this family of heroes,
there is one son left behind.
Gentlemen, we all know
that A squared
plus B squared equals?
- C squared.
- C squared. That's right. À But...
What happens when we
bring in Leonardo Da Vinci's
E, F, and...
Mr. Tracy?
Alan.
Alan!
- How kind of you to come back
from outer space, Alan.
I trust re-entry
wasn't too rough?
Here on Earth, we've been
discussing the Pythagorean Theorem.
Did any of that
happen to sink in?
I was just...
Apparently not.
Thunderbirds are...
go.
I hope you aren't going anywhere
special over spring break, Alan.
Because I expect a 10,000 word
paper on my desk
the day you get back.
That should keep you busy.
"That should keep you busy."
- You can take 10,000 words À and stick them up...
- Alan!
- Headmaster.
- Mr. Tracy
Ms. Garrett.
You gotta be
more careful, Alan.
Why can't I tell them
I'm a Thunderbird, Fermat?
Because technically
you're not yet.
And if your identity was
discovered, it'd-d-d...
- it could be very bad.
- I know, I know.
It's the Thunderbirds!
They're gonna be on TV.
- Let's go, À they're gonna be on TV!
- Whoa, whoa, where are they?
- They're in Russia, À at an oil rig fire!
- Great!
I'm stuck at school and my
brothers are on a cool mission.
We are told the super rig is
now in danger of total collapse.
And there is real concern
for the lives
of six men who remain
trapped on board.
An emergency call went out
to the Thunderbirds
just a few minutes ago.
They should be here
any moment now.
And here they are!
Thunderbird 2,
this is Thunderbird 1.
I have visual
south column.
They're trapped
on an inspection platform.
FAB, we'll take it from here.
Come on!
Come on!
- Scott, get out of there! À That tower's coming down!
- Got it!
Thunderbird 1, any damage?
Negative, Dad.
Come on, come on.
Swing around. You can't get close
enough taking that approach angle.
Approach angle is no good.
I'm gonna have to swing her around.
Watch for wind shear,
Thunderbird 2.
I was watching for wind shear when
you were still wearing diapers.
Come on, Dad.
Whoa, hold on!
Who needs diapers now, Dad?
- What'll they do now?
- Drop the rescue platform À from Thunderbird 2.
Open them up. Here we go.
Rescue platform's on it's way.
Virgil, how's it going?
It's looking good, Dad.
Come on, jump!
Okay, I've got a visual.
Hold it there.
Targets locked.
Firing rescue lines.
Come on, hook them up!
We gotta get you out of here!
- Let's haul them out of there.
- Commencing reverse thrust.
Okay, let's bring them home.
Look out!
Gotta get them out fast.
The rig's gonna blow.
- Hang on!
- Whoa!
Whoa, sorry, boys.
Hold on tight, here we go!
Come on, Virgil.
- Hold on, guys!
- How are you doing, son?
Never better!
Thunderbird 1,
commence knockdown procedure.
FAB, Thunderbird 2.
Lining up target.
Fire.
Yee-ha!
- Bull's-eye!
Outstanding shot.
All right, boys.
Let's take these babies home.
The fire
has been extinguished.
The rocket fired from
Thunderbird 1
has robbed it of the oxygen
it needed to burn.
Amazing.
The Thunderbirds
have done it again, Chuck.
That was great work, Lisa.
Thanks a lot.
Ooo, I wish I could be
a Thunderbird one day.
- Thunder-turd.
- Ooo.
- That's another
À good one, diaper boy.
Tracy!
There's someone
here for you.
Hello, boys.
Lady Penelope Creighton-Ward,
at your service.
Alan, darling.
Your father's been detained and
he's asked me to pick you up.
- Is that all right?
- Sure beats the bus.
- Definitely.
- Fantastic.
Now, will any of these gorgeous
young things be joining you?
Me! Me!
Just Fermat.
Quite right.
Lady Penelope,
why are you in America?
- Are you on a mission À for my father?
- Alan, shh.
I am an undercover agent,
so please try to be discreet.
Here we are.
- Hi, Parker.
- Good afternoon to you, À Master Hackenbacker.
- Ow!
- Hi, Nosey.
- Less of that attitude
À or I shall be obliged
- to deliver À the Parker Haymaker.
- Okay, bring it on, big guy.
Try not to run over any children, Parker.
Very good, m'lady.
Come on, Parker,
chop-chop.
- All right! Yes!
- FermatWhoa!
Yeah.
Oh, look, Parker.
Pink is the new black this season.
I'm very glad
to hear it, m'lady.
And hemlines
are going up.
That is good news,
m'lady.
And apparently England won
the football last night.
- Yes! Eng-er-land!
- Whoa!
Calm down, Parker.
Yes, m'lady.
Sorry, m'lady.
Come on, baby.
Out you jump.
Wait till your father
hears about this.
Panhead!
Aliens!
Even better!
It's the Thunderbirds!
Okay, lock it up.
Okay, people, let's move it.
Let's go, let's move it.
- Hey, we need some help over here.
- Here you are, come down.
Mission complete.
Thunderbird 1.
We are good to go.
Fab.
Tracking device activated.
Ah, the chariot of the Gods.
Having dallied with the
mortals, they return to Olympus.
And so I follow.
Pardon me, m'lady,
approaching Tracy Island.
- Radar indicates
À we have some company.
Now that's showing off.
I wish that was me.
I'm about to run post-flight
checks, Mr. Tracy.
Anything I sh-sh-sh...
anything you want to tell me?
Brains, I noticed a build-up
of vibration on Thunderbird 2
followed by illumination
of the #5 engine-out light.
Okay, I'll ch-ch... study the flight
data in the guidance processor.
- Dad!
- Alan!
- Let me look at you. À Oh, man.
- Pop!
- Uh-oh, look out.
- Hey, sprout!
- Hey buddy!
- Dinner's ready. À Come and get it.
Onaha, it smells delicious
and I'm starved.
So, Dad, I saw the mission on TV.
It looked pretty dangerous.
Saving lives is a dangerous
business, but it's what we do.
Do you think the fire was
causing thermal updrafts?
Whoa, enough shop-talk.
I want to hear about school.
School's boring.
Plus, I've been thinking,
Maybe I could be home educated now.
That way I could sit in on missions
from time to time. What do you think?
No shortcuts, Alan.
No school, no rockets.
Say, why aren't you
wearing your retainer?
I'm getting this reading
telling me
the wind is blowing
60 knots right up my keister.
- No kidding.
- Did you try readjusting À the flaps?
That's the first thing I did.
It's not my first day on a Thunderbird.
- Try and keep up.
- Don't you have homework to do?
Unless he's blown up
this school like the last one.
- Keep Alan away from the ships, he's a hazard.
- Enough. Pass the salad.
- No thanks. Haven't seen that much
fire since that volcano in Fiji.
That wasn't Fiji,
that was Istanbul.
N o,
Istanbulas the earthquake.
Nothing compares to Argentina.
Dad, I'm not really hungry.
Come on, Fermat, let's go.
But... you...
I'm not done.
Okay.
Kyrano, have you
seen Lady P?
- By the pool.
- Of course.
Parker.
We're not suppose to go in there.
We could get in trouble.
Where did you get the access
code for Thunderbird 1 anyway?
Fermat, my friend,
what you don't know can't hurt you.
I'll be right there.
It seems the fire at the
oil rig was no accident.
- Any suspects?
- Not yet, but I'll keep À you posted.
- Thanks for À bringing Alan home.
- My pleasure.
Any excuse
to visit paradise.
- Tintin!
- Hey, Mr. Tracy.
Hello, Tintin.
- Good evening, Lady Penelope.
- Did you know Alan's home?
- Alan's back?
I mean...
Oh, Alan's back.
Hey, Dad.
When are those two
gonna get along?
When Tintin decides
the time is right.
Girls are always ahead of boys
with that sort of thing.
- What sort of thing?
- Romance.
Alan and Tintin?
- I didn't see À that one coming.
- No, you wouldn't.
- Have a safe À flight home, Penny.
- Thanks, Jeff.
Okay, 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, wait, Alan!
À That's the...
wrong switch!
- Warning.
- Engine sequence breach.
- Oh, God. Warning.
Engine sequence breach.
- Can't this day À get any worse?
- Alan, my office, now!
It just did.
I can't believe it.
We are so busted.
Look at this.
What is it?
Looks like some sort of...
gallium electrolyte
compound.
Gotta get out of here.
I know you're mad, I shouldn't
have been in the ship, but if you...
You're damn right you
shouldn't have been in there!
- But nothing happened. À I had it under control.
- Under control?
Do you have any idea the importance
of secrecy in our operation?
You fired up a Thunderbird without
activating the anti-detection shield.
You put everyone in danger
when you act selfishly.
You want to be part of the team,
you have to play by the rules.
You understand?
Do you?!
- Yeah, I understand.
I understand you don't want
me to be a Thunderbird.
You don't want me
to do anything!
You won't listen to me when I'm trying
to tell you something important!
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.
Hey, John, just about to turn in.
What can I do for you?
I could sure use a pizza.
You know a place that delivers?
30 minutes or it's
free, right?
Anything else on your mind?
Well, we've 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 in your region.
Teenagers.
Well, we've all been there.
- Dad, you've done a great À job since Mom died.
- Thanks, John.
Keep an eye
on that typhoon for us.
I'll call Vladivostok and see if
they need any help with that fire.
FAB, Dad.
Sleep tight.
- Morning, Dad.
- Hey, son.
There's something
I'd like to sh-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 gonna be this wo-wo... fun.
Watch this?
And the tiny phone
lifts up.
Perfect.
Dad, it...
N-n-n...
almost perfect.
There's something I wanted
to talk to you about, Dad.
Oh, right. Oh.
Oh. Okay, right.
You're having problems
with a g-g-g...
chi-chi-chi...
wo-wo... female?
N-n-no.
No.
Alan and I found
some sort of...
gallium compound on the
nose-cone of Thunderbird 1.
We should check that out
st-st-st... immediately.
Oh, that'd be gr-gr...
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?
One of the principal tenets
of Eastern martial arts
is to use your opponent's
strength against him.
This is ridiculous.
It will be almost 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 to do
is give them a victim.
- Commence targeting.
- Straightaway, sir.
Target acquisition
of Thunderbird 5 is locked.
Fire.
Red alert.
What the?
Warning.
Impact imminent.
Thunderbird 5 to Tracy Island.
Mayday.
Mayday!
Red alert.
Red alert.
Switching to command
and control center.
How bad, Brains?
Thunderbird 5,
major damage sustained.
Possible m-m-m... possible
strike by a m-m-m...
- Meteor?
- Yup.
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!
- Okay, okay. Don't panic!
On the other hand...
Run!
- We made land.
- Cut them off.
Activating communications
blackout.
Warning. Intruder alert.
- Communications failure.
- What the h-h-h...
- Warning. Intruder alert.
-... devil is going on?
Communications failure.
- Mr. Tracy, do you copy?
- Warning. Intruder alert.
- Thunderbird 3, please À respond.
How'd they find the island?
Do you think it was
what I did in Thunderbird 1?
- Do you think À I ruined everything?
- No.
That compound we found could have
some sort of transmitting capability.
We have to do something.
My dad's in the control room,
but how do we get there now?
The vents.
Let's go!
We have to get a message to my dad.
- Emergency power to 10%.
- I'm losing all power.
- Emergency power to 10%.
- Repeat.
- I'm losing all power.
- Hold on, we're coming in.
- Gordon, prepare for immediate docking.
- You got it, Dad.
Reverse main thrusters on my mark.
Three, two,
- one.
- Easy, watch the roll.
Roll index angle
minus two degrees.
Initiate docking sequence.
- We're locked on.
- Nice work.
Docking sequence complete.
- Tunnel hatch secured.
Emergency packs, boys.
Let's move!
- Air lock pressure equalized.
- We're in. Let's go!
John!
- Scott, tackle that fire.
- Okay.
- 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.
One-inch steel plate.
With sequential titanium
locking mechanism.
I love a challenge.
Watch out for the guards.
Get in! Get in!
Who-who-who-who...
- 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.
Okay.
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 À the control switch.
- N-n-n-n...
you must be kidding.
You and I share an interest
in the science of the mind.
The difference is I was born
with my powers.
Trust me when I tell you you've
barely touched the surface.
Even the strongest minds
can be broken.
It would be a pity
to break yours.
Fu-fu-fu...
no way.
Activate
the control switch, Prof.
Like a puppet on a string.
Activating command
and control.
Activating command
and control.
- We have control.
- Get up.
Sorry, Professor.
Nothing personal.
We got a caution and warning
light on our EPS system!
Attempt manual override!
No, that's negative!
That's it.
Okay, this one.
Back to Thunderbird 3, now.
John, we gotta move.
The locking
mechanism's jammed!
Attention Thunderbird 5. You can
see I've taken over your facilities.
You no longer control
your operational systems.
They've taken over.
Warm them up,
Transom.
Increasing
temperature to maximum.
- Who's the bald freak?
- You.
Dad!
They've got my dad.
Okay,
you have our attention.
Who are you?
What do you want?
Oh, how rude of me.
You can call me "The Hood."
Now, listen, Mr. Tracy,
we won't be negotiating.
I'm going to use
the Thunderbirds
to rob the largest
banks in the world
starting with
the Bank of London.
The world's monetary system
will be in chaos
and the Thunderbirds
held responsible.
You'll never get away with it!
- Why the Thunderbirds?
- An eye À for an eye, Mr. Tracy.
An eye for an eye?
Perhaps you've forgotten me,
but surely you remember
saving the life
of my brother, Kyrano.
I'm sorry, Mr. Tracy.
I thought he was dead.
Take them away.
Yes, sir.
Whoa.
That makes The Hood
my uncle?
Every family
has a black sh-sh...
black sh...
This vent's murdering
my allergies.
You left me
to die that day.
You may have broken my body,
but you have 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.
CO-2 levels are rising.
Wire the oxygen scrubber to the
emergency batteries. Clean the air.
How long
will that give us?
About four hours.
Someone's there.
Time to go.
- Ow!
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!
Whoa!
- The doors, you guys. À Let's go, come on!
- Go, go!
This way.
- No!
- They've got us trapped. À What do we do now?
If we can get
to Thunderbird 1's silo,
we can escape through the service tunnel.
But we need a plan.
- I'll use
À the Thunderizer on the door.
- Elevator active.
- You guys get the goons À with the firefly.
This equipment is 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 À to maximum.
- Got it.
Retreat!
Whoo!
Let's move it!
That's it.
Time to thunderize.
Yes!
Come on, let's go!
Get them!
- Where's Fermat?
- Fermat!
- Fermat! Hurry up!
- Coming!
- What were you doing À back there, Fermat?
- I had an n-n... idea.
Just try and keep up, okay.
I'll open the tunnel.
We gotta keep moving.
Access denied.
- Go back, yell when you À 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 realize
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!
Ow. What are we gonna do, Alan?
I don't know.
I'm thinking,
okay?
Keep backing up.
I've got an idea.
- That's your idea?
- It's not me you're angry À at, Alan.
It's not you
I'm aiming at.
Get them!
Transom, fire up
Thunderbird 1.
And set to broil.
- No sign of them.
- Of course not.
The little brats
went up like firecrackers.
Pop. Pop. Pop.
Don't...
give him
the satisfaction,
Professor.
This has taken too long.
Pick out the equipment you
need to get into those banks
and load it
into Thunderbird 2.
- No more delays.
- Yes, sir.
How about a little warning next
time you pull a stunt like that?
Relax, it's just
a little water.
I could have
d-drowned.
You mean
you can't swim?
I repeat, I could
have d-drowned.
I said I was sorry,
Fermat.
Let's just put this
behind us, okay?
We gotta watch
each other's backs.
- Nice drawers.
- Thank you
- Boo!
- Ah!
- Come on, stay there.
- You're worse than À a couple of girls.
Hurry up and get dressed.
Those are nice drawers.
Data from Tracy Island
is sent to Thunderbird 5
- via satellite, right?
- Right.
So there's a minuscule
possibility
that if we reach the island's
satellite station we could...
- Blow it up.
- No, we could hack into it
and give control back
to Thunderbird 5.
- Good thinking, Fermat. À Let's do it.
- Thank you.
Here's the plan.
We're here, right?
So we go along the shore, around the
mountain to the access road here.
Then up to the transmitter.
So what do you think?
Good, except 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 for now.
It's the guidance processor
from Thunderbird 2.
It can't take off without it.
You're a genius.
How did you get this?
Alan, my friend,
what you don't know can't hurt you.
Parker?
- M'lady?
We have an emergency.
What a charming fellow.
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
to me, m'lady.
Quite right,
Parker.
Real name
Trangh Belagant.
Assumed dead when his
illegal diamond mine
collapsed in the jungles
of Malaya.
Oh, perfect, Parker.
The Thunderbirds rescued over
500 mineworkers in the collapse.
Including
Mr. Belagant's brother.
M'lady, that's Mr. Tracy's
loyal manservant, Kyrano.
How's my schedule
for today, Parker?
You have clay pigeon shooting
with Lord Marlborough,
a benefit gala for
the Institute of the Blind,
and incidentally, there's a
typhoon bearing down on Singapore.
- I suppose that's urgent?
- Yes, m'lady.
There's also a bridge
collapsed in Buenos Aires
and a volcanic eruption
in Jakarta.
- The Thunderbirds À still haven't responded?
- No, m'lady.
And the media is awash in speculation
vis... vis their whereabouts.
Over to Lisa Lowe.
Chuck, disaster after disaster
around the world today
and still no sight
of the Thunderbirds.
Typhoon Jago hit land
in Singapore just one hour ago
and thousands have been left
homeless by a volcano in Jakarta.
Only the Thunderbirds have the
incredible machines to carry out...
I think it's time to send
the emergency signal.
I fear you are not wrong,
m'lady.
Lisa Lowe.
Back to you, Chuck.
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 trying to figure
out his weakness.
Everybody has
an Achilles' heel.
Well my Achilles' heel
is actually my Achilles' heel.
It's got a blister
the size of a basketball.
Tintin!
- Can we s-s-s...
- Stop?
- Yes.
- No.
Okay.
No more cheeseburgers
for you, Fermat.
- Any word?À
- Nothing, m'lady.
Right, tell Lord Marlborough
I've broken my shooting arm.
We shall send the Institute of
the Blind a dozen guide dogs.
And bring the car around.
Yes, m'lady.
The Thunderbirds appear
to be in a spot of trouble
and I don't like that.
Let's go, Parker.
Ready for launch.
We'll use this to get into the vaults.
Subtle as usual, Mullion.
Didn't realize 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.
What's going on?
Guidance processor error.
- It's the guidance processor.
What's wrong with it?
There isn't one.
Clever Alan.
- It's the children. À 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
suppose to mean?
Come on, Alan.
You have a c-c... crush on her.
You gotta be kidding.
I mean she's...
she's not that bad,
I guess.
Okay, guys, take five.
Five isn't gonna do it.
Guys?
Don't move.
What is it?
Androctonus scorpion.
Is that dangerous?
.025 milligrams
of its venom is fatal.
So, "dangerous" is,
in fact, an understatement.
Watch out!
- Tintin, what was that?
- Let's get going.
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, okay?
Still think everything
can be explained by science?
Not girls.
Whoa!
- Scott, Gordon. À You all right?
- We're okay.
- The heat À exchanger's blown.
- You don't say.
Come on, those brats
are in here somewhere.
How are we doing,
Fermat?
Don't rush me, Alan.
This is very delicate equipment.
Which is now
b-broken.
- Can you fix it?
- Y-y... maybe but,
I'll need something
to solder with.
We're in the middle
of nowhere, Fermat.
We are you gonna find
something like that?
What?
Ow!
Perfect.
Gee, Alan, I never would have
figured you for a cry-baby.
- I'm gonna kill you.
- What did he say?
I think it was
some sort of apology.
Hmm.
That's...
I got it, yes!
You're the man, Fermat.
Okay, the first step is to establish
contact with Thunderbird 5.
- Dad!
- It's Alan.
Dad! - Alan, where are you?
À Are you safe?
I'm at the relay station
with Fermat and Tintin.
Fermat's gonna hack into the main computer
system and give control back to you.
- We're standing by.
- Okay, we're almost there.
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?
Unauthorized transmission.
- Oh, now, that's not fair.
Just when things
were starting to sizzle.
Unauthorized transmission.
A burst of transmission from
the island satellite station.
- Should I jam it?
- And give Mullion À the co-ordinates.
Take the main track south
east then head up Satellite Hill.
They're on to us!
We're being jammed!
- Can you finish?
- I'll try.
- Alan, what's happening?
- Hang in there, Dad. À One more minute!
It's not going to work. The signal's
too weak for data transmission.
Can you hear me?
They're jamming our signal.
We're gonna lose you.
Don't worry, I'll take care of everything.
Negative.
It's too dangerous.
Follow emergency procedure.
Wait for Lady Penelope
at the rendezvous point.
Can you read me?
Alan!
- Dad!
- Alan, we're losing you!
- Alan!
Dad!
- No!
- Useless!
- It is now.
- I'm sorry, Alan.
This is hard
on all of us.
No, it's okay.
I'm fine.
You don't have to be
such a tough guy, Alan.
I'm worried
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...
Where we are!
Come on!
Great, more water!
Tintin, can you
slow them down?
- I'd be delighted.
- Then do it and meet us À at the junkyard.
Come on, Fermat.
This will get us
outta here.
There.
Come on.
Straight ahead.
Ah!
It's gonna make this thing
hard to control.
- Be careful not to exceed À four bars of boost or else...
- I said no problem.
- We gotta get out À of here. What's this?
- It's a hoversled.
It's our ticket out of here,
unless you've got a better idea.
- Let's wait for Lady Penelope À like your dad said.
- Here.
Great plan. Let's sit here
and wait to get caught.
I say we have
to do something.
Now.
Right Fermat?
Actually,
I agree with Tintin.
I don't think this is s-safe.
You don't think
anything is s-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 guys want to sit
here and take a vote
or do you want to get out of here?
'Cause I'm going.
You can be a real jerk
sometimes.
Go!
Oh, no!
Come on, faster!
Alan, you're going to fast!
I need more speed
to get him by the trees.
Hang on!
What did I tell you guys?
Oh, no.
What are you doing?
Oh, no, not the fridge.
- Tintin!
- Hey, son.
- Sweetheart, are you okay?
- I'm fine, Dad.
Cool off, kid.
Tracy Island approaching.
Switching to aqua mode.
Isn't life fun sometimes?
Rib-tickling, m'lady.
What is it?
We have
an unidentified craft
approaching the island
at high speed.
Lady P.
Whew, somebody roll down a window,
it's getting a little hot in here.
Re-entry into Earth's
atmosphere in 37 minutes.
- Oxygen's out in 30, À so we won't feel a thing.
- Stop it!
Come on, Dad.
Situation's hopeless.
No, there's still time. 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.
- No, m'lady.
That bougainvillea
is absolutely parched
and someone should do something
about that hideous hammock.
Whom do we have here?
Mullion!
I must warn you
that I know judo, krai magna,
and tai kwan do.
- And I know Parker.
- M'lady.
- You've broken my nose.
- Yes, that was the intention À of the maneuver.
- Whoa!
- One tries so hard in life
to sort things out
on an intellectual slash
conversational level,
but sometimes
it's just not possible.
Ow! Oh!
Shall I bring the car
around, m'lady?
Parker, have a bit
of a lie down.
Excuse me, m'lady.
Ah.
Lady Penelope.
Of course. He has his
palace, why not his princess?
Flattery will get
you nowhere.
Ow! Have you any idea what
a manicure costs these days?
Ow!
Boo!
Coming through, m'lady!
Duck, m'lady!
He's weak.
Using his power
makes him weak.
Whoa!
You're a formidable opponent.
More than a match for most men.
That's not saying much,
then, is it?
I suggest
you let us pass.
Don't try your parlor games
on me, you sad little man.
You've committed a serious
crime trespassing on this island
and in about four seconds,
I'm going to get
quite cross with you.
How are you, Alan?
I hope you don't think
I'm going to chase you.
You can make it stop, Alan!
You have something
À that belongs to me.
Really, sir,
don't mind me.
This isn't the first time
I've been pulverized.
And it's never did
any real harm before.
- Ow!
- Stop, I'll give it to you.
Fetch!
You made a match of it.
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.
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 t-t-talk.
It's hard for you
to l-l-listen.
Parker, I have an idea.
Excellent, m'lady.
Brains, how long do Jeff
and the boys have?
I can't think.
I'm too c-cold.
Guidance processor installed.
- The guidance processor À has been installed.
- Engine sequence complete.
Thunderbird 2 is ready
for takeoff.
Begin launch sequence.
- What is our ETA?
- Under an hour.
Bank of London,
here we come.
Thunderbird 2
preparing for takeoff.
We gotta be quick,
The Hood's getting away.
- In position, m'lady.
- Here we go.
Launch sequence, stage two.
- Yes.
- Good shot, m'lady.
Come on, Parker.
Let's give those bad guys a good trashing.
Hydraulic systems green.
Guidance systems green.
Launch sequence,
stage three.
This seems to be a straight
forward six lever mortise.
- I love it when your checkered past comes in handy.
- Thank you, m'lady.
Unfortunately, I feel I shall need a
piece of wire to access the mechanism.
Will this suffice, Parker?
Most certainly, m'lady.
I didn't actually
need it anyway.
Of course not, m'lady.
- Quick, they're getting away.
- Okay, everyone get to À the control room.
Hat?
Get in there quick, Fermat.
and save my family.
Then we'll get The Hood.
Good luck.
Access to mainframe denied.
Looks like they slipped a backdoor
key into the access codes.
- I'll follow your lead, son.
- Thunderbird 5, come in.
Thunderbird 5, come in.
How long do they
got before re-entry?
90 seconds, and counting.
Access to mainframe confirmed.
Okay, I just need someone on their
end to confirm the access protocol.
Thunderbird 5, come in.
Dad, come on,
are we coming through?
Mr. Tracy, can you hear me?
Come in.
Thunderbird 5, come in.
- Dad, come on!
- Mr. Tracy, can you here me? À Come in.
- Dad!
- Thunderbird 5, come in.
- How long do they got?
- 45 seconds until re-entry.
Damn it, Jeff, wake up!
I think that's the first
time you've ever called me
by my first name, Brains.
Thanks for waking me.
- Dad.
- Alan.
Well done.
Mr. Tracy?
Confirm access protocol.
Confirmed.
We are back on-line.
Gravity is restored.
Put Thunderbird f-f...
your craft into geostationary
orbit immediately.
- FAB, Brains.
- Geostationary orbit re-established.
Looks like we're good to go.
- Dad, are you all right?
- We're fine.
We still have a job to do.
Where's The Hood?
He's in Thunderbird 2.
He's headed for L-l-l...
- London.
- She's right.
He's got them
all on board.
Looks like Thunderbird 3
lost a booster, Dad.
We'll never get there
on time.
Let me go
after The Hood.
He'll destroy everything
you've built,
everything the Thunderbirds stand for.
- Negative.
- I'm sorry, it's too risky.
- I can do this, you know I can.
What am I saying?
We can do this.
Okay, Alan.
We'll meet you there.
- Thunderbirds are go!
- fab.
Okay, boys, we are
outta here.
- Are we really going?
- Yep.
Oh, boy.
- Ready, Fermat?
- N-n...
I guess.
Engine sequence activated.
- Flight controls are green.
- Anti-detection shield...
- Hydraulic systems are good.
activated.
Set primary fuel pumps.
Main engine start.
Don't boys
just love their toys?
Engine sequence complete.
Launch sequence initiated.
Launch sequence complete.
And off we go.
Get the bridge up!
Get the bridge up!
Thunderbird 1, come in.
- Roger, Brains.
- Situation update.
Thunderbird 3 is about
to initiate separation.
FAB.
Boys, Thunderbird 2 is in
final approach to London.
I know The Hood's weakness,
Fermat.
I can stop him
if we get there in time.
Stand by.
We're going
to maximum thrust.
Gordon, heat 'em up.
We're getting reports of
some kind of incident in London
involving the Thunderbirds.
Lisa, are you there?
Chuck, I'm here
in Jubilee Gardens
where Thunderbird 2 has
made an impromptu landing
causing total panic
in Central London.
As far as we know, there's been
no emergency call from this area.
So it's unclear why Thunderbird
2 would be active here at all.
I don't know if you
can see this,
but Thunderbird 2 seems to be
unloading some kind of machine.
Set a course for the vault.
Sir,
if we continue on our present course,
we'll severe the monorail's
subterranean supports.
- Shall I correct our position?
- Stay on course.
But sir,
we'll cause a major disaster.
No we won't.
The Thunderbirds will.
- Get us down, boys.
- Initiate landing, Fermat.
- Right.
- Three-point landing sequence initiated.
Retros to 75.
Flaps 16.
Fab.
Danger.
Landing sequence error.
- You're going too fast!
- Thanks. Retros to 90.
Textbook, boys.
Activating electromagnetic
pulse
to disable the bank's
security systems.
ETA one minute.
Parker, meet me
at the Bank of London.
Yes, m'lady.
Let it out,
boys!
- The Hood's getting away.
- Those people can't hold À on much longer.
- What are you gonna do?
- We're the Thunderbirds.
Our duty is to save
those people.
Brains, we're going
into the accident zone.
FAB,
Thunderbird 2 and good luck.
Brains, the monorail
is down!
Repeat!
The monorail is down!
I'm going underwater
in Thunderbird 4.
Automatic pilot.
You have the bridge.
- Me? Fly alone?
- Fermat, the Thunderbirds À need you right now.
I need you.
FAB, Alan.
Manual control.
Brains, come in.
What's the situation?
The Hood has caused major disaster
with the vault. The mono-ma-mono...
one track railway
is down in the Themes.
- Where's Thunderbird 1?
- It's on the ground.
The k-k-kids are
in Thunderbird 2.
FAB, we're right
behind them.
Look at all this gold!
Stay focused.
Nine more banks to go.
Fermat, deploying
Thunderbird 4 in three
two... one.
Thunderbird 4 is go.
I can see
the monorail.
Mommy!
Don't panic,
guys.
Extending magnetic claw.
Fermat, I'll hold
the monorail in place.
Can you get a line on that
stanchion and lift it?
I can't get a clear fix
on the target.
I might hit
the passengers.
I'll go
and fix it myself.
- What, you mean swim?
- Get me as close as you can.
How we doing
on that line, Fermat?
Just look out
your window.
Come on, Tintin.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on, Tintin.
You can do this.
Opening the airlock.
Contact magnets activated.
Okay, Fermat.
We need a lift.
FAB, Alan.
Commencing reverse thrust.
That was amazing,
Tintin.
Thank you.
Nice job, Fermat.
Nothing to it, really.
Easy does it.
There they are!
Glad you could
finally join us.
Hey, don't get cocky
after one mission.
We still have
a dangerous situation here.
I need you boys to close down
this accident scene.
Tintin, go get Fermat. Meet us at
Thunderbird 1. Alan, come with me.
- Let's clean it up.À - We've got
to get to À the Bank of London.
Penelope went
after the Hood.
I know, she may
need our help.
Ashes to ashes,
diamonds to diamonds.
Lady Penelope.
What an unpleasant
surprise.
Don't be rude.
I can't tell you
what a pleasure it would be
to use my little finger
to pull this big trigger.
Now don't move!
Mullion.
- That's not cricket!
- I'm sorry.
The only part of the sport
I ever liked was winning.
How ghastly.
Hey Dad.
That stuff
the Hood said,
about you
leaving him to die,
- he was lying, right?
- No.
You see, you can't
save everyone, Alan.
It doesn't matter how hard you
try, or how brave you are.
It doesn't even matter
if it's someone you love,
someone you'd give up your
life in a second to save.
You just can't
save everyone.
What was Mom like?
She was
a lot like you.
Come on, we've got
a job to do.
- Finish her off, Mullion.
- Shame on you.
I always despise a man who
delegates the important jobs.
Oh, dream on, sad act.
- Good timing, Parker.
- Good afternoon, À Mr. Tracy.
- Come with us.
- My pleasure, Mr. Tracy.
The Thunderbirds.
They're here.
Kill them all.
Alan, you guys
stay here with Parker.
- I'm gonna find Lady Penelope.
- But what about The Hood?
Look out, Parker!
Master Tracy!
- Look out, Parker!
- All right, that's enough À of that.
Don't move.
Go on, then.
- I'm sorry, I can't hit a lady.
- Allow me.
I've been waiting to get my
hands on you little brats.
And I've been waiting
to get my hands on you.
Now that was a punch.
Parker, can we wrap this up?
What did you have in mind,
Master Hackenbacker?
Strategically speaking,
the best odds of success
- lie with the Parker Haymaker.
- I concur.
Penny!
Jeff, no!
Did you save them all
this time, Jeff?
Or did you leave
someone behind?
I didn't make you
what you are.
It's not me
you have to convince.
- You leave my son À out of this.
- Dad!
Dad! Dad!
I'm disappointed
in you, Alan.
I thought we were
kindred spirits.
Well, we're not.
I'm Jeff Tracy's son.
- Yes, you certainly are.
- No!
Alan, no!
Alan!
Come here, you little minx!
Oh! Ah!
Bye, bye.
Alan, stay back.
You want so desperately
to walk in Daddy's footsteps.
- Let him go.
- Did you really think À you could challenge me?
- Let him go, please!
- Let him go!
Please, let him go!
PenelopeAlan! Alan,
are you all right?
Alan, get out, run!
He's getting weaker.
- He can't last much longer.
- Neither can you!
Alan, no!
Look out!
Alan!
I'm glad you could be here
to see this, Jeff.
Goodbye, Alan.
- No!
- Oh.
Ah.
Oh.
Leave me, Alan.
Leave me to die.
Like your father did.
- I don't want
À to save your life.
- Aah!
- But that's what we do.
See you soon, Jeff.
Now that was definitely
showing off.
- Get off me!
- Settle, mate. À You calm down.
- Gordon.
- Nice catch.
- Hey, Scott.
- Get him.
- Jeff, what did you put À in these margaritas?
- A Tracy secret.
That's my boy.
One more week
and you're gonna be swimming
like a f-f...
do-do-do...
sha-sha-sha...
aquatic creature.
- Good job, Ferm.
- Thanks.
- So what do you think?
- He's getting there.
Whoa, Tintin.
Ah, you just really...
- Blossoming.
- Ew!
- Did you say blossoming?
Gather round, everybody.
I have an announcement to make.
Tonight is a special night.
We're all together,
because of three very special people:
Fermat, Tintin,
Alan.
The world
needs Thunderbirds.
And the Thunderbirds
need you.
- Mr. Tracy.
- Thank you, sir.
Congratulations, Alan.
No shortcuts.
You earned it.
You all did.
I'm not usually
an emotional man,
but sometimes even the
toughest nut must crack.
- Hey, way to go, sprout.
- That's my boy, Alan.
Yes, Madam President.
I see. Of course.
Straightaway.
Boys!
Sorry, Penny.
Duty calls.
Of course it does.
And quite right, too.
Thunderbirds are go!
Fast as you can, Parker.
Certainly, m'lady.
♪ Spring breaks come around ♪
♪ And there's more heroes
to be found ♪
♪ There's something major
going down ♪
- ♪ On Tracy Island ♪
- ♪ Island ♪
♪ Weapons underground keeping
our planet safe and sound ♪
♪ If someone
evil's coming round ♪
♪ They should be
frightened ♪ ♪ Frightened ♪
♪ 'Cause now the boys
are back in town ♪
♪ No strings
to hold them down ♪
♪ Down ♪
♪ Don't be mad, please ♪
♪ Stop the hating ♪
♪ Just be glad
that they'll be waiting ♪
♪ Friends we have
are ever-changing ♪
♪ You know the lid's
about to blow ♪
♪ When the Thunderbirds
are go ♪
♪ Kids are learning fast,
they know that T-birds kick some ass ♪
♪ Be sure that there's
no coming in last ♪
♪ If you're on their side ♪
♪ Their side ♪
♪ It always looks so cool when
spaceships come out of the pool ♪
♪ You know that you'd
just be a fool ♪
♪ To be a bad guy ♪
♪ Bad guy ♪
♪ 'Cause now the boys
are back in town ♪
♪ No strings
to hold them down ♪
♪ Down ♪
♪ Don't be mad, please,
stop the hating ♪
♪ Just be glad
that they'll be waiting ♪
♪ Friends we have
are ever-changing ♪
♪ You know the lid's
about to blow ♪
♪ When the Thunderbirds
are go ♪
♪ Thunderbirds are go,
go, go, go ♪
♪ Go, go, go, go ♪
♪ Don't be mad, please,
stop the hating ♪
♪ Just be glad
that they'll be waiting ♪
♪ Friends we have
are ever-changing ♪
♪ You know the lid's
about to blow ♪
♪ When the Thunderbirds
are go ♪
♪ Thunderbirds are,
Thunderbirds are go ♪
♪ Thunderbirds are,
Thunderbirds are ♪
♪ Thunderbirds are,
Thunderbirds are go. ♪
island in the South Pacific...
the courageous Tracy family
run an organization called...
International Rescue.
When disaster strikes,
anywhere in the world...
they are always
first on the scene.
They go by the name they gave
their incredible machines.
The Thunderbirds.
Five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.
Thunderbirds are go!
But in this family of heroes,
there is one son left behind.
Gentlemen, we all know
that A squared
plus B squared equals?
- C squared.
- C squared. That's right. À But...
What happens when we
bring in Leonardo Da Vinci's
E, F, and...
Mr. Tracy?
Alan.
Alan!
- How kind of you to come back
from outer space, Alan.
I trust re-entry
wasn't too rough?
Here on Earth, we've been
discussing the Pythagorean Theorem.
Did any of that
happen to sink in?
I was just...
Apparently not.
Thunderbirds are...
go.
I hope you aren't going anywhere
special over spring break, Alan.
Because I expect a 10,000 word
paper on my desk
the day you get back.
That should keep you busy.
"That should keep you busy."
- You can take 10,000 words À and stick them up...
- Alan!
- Headmaster.
- Mr. Tracy
Ms. Garrett.
You gotta be
more careful, Alan.
Why can't I tell them
I'm a Thunderbird, Fermat?
Because technically
you're not yet.
And if your identity was
discovered, it'd-d-d...
- it could be very bad.
- I know, I know.
It's the Thunderbirds!
They're gonna be on TV.
- Let's go, À they're gonna be on TV!
- Whoa, whoa, where are they?
- They're in Russia, À at an oil rig fire!
- Great!
I'm stuck at school and my
brothers are on a cool mission.
We are told the super rig is
now in danger of total collapse.
And there is real concern
for the lives
of six men who remain
trapped on board.
An emergency call went out
to the Thunderbirds
just a few minutes ago.
They should be here
any moment now.
And here they are!
Thunderbird 2,
this is Thunderbird 1.
I have visual
south column.
They're trapped
on an inspection platform.
FAB, we'll take it from here.
Come on!
Come on!
- Scott, get out of there! À That tower's coming down!
- Got it!
Thunderbird 1, any damage?
Negative, Dad.
Come on, come on.
Swing around. You can't get close
enough taking that approach angle.
Approach angle is no good.
I'm gonna have to swing her around.
Watch for wind shear,
Thunderbird 2.
I was watching for wind shear when
you were still wearing diapers.
Come on, Dad.
Whoa, hold on!
Who needs diapers now, Dad?
- What'll they do now?
- Drop the rescue platform À from Thunderbird 2.
Open them up. Here we go.
Rescue platform's on it's way.
Virgil, how's it going?
It's looking good, Dad.
Come on, jump!
Okay, I've got a visual.
Hold it there.
Targets locked.
Firing rescue lines.
Come on, hook them up!
We gotta get you out of here!
- Let's haul them out of there.
- Commencing reverse thrust.
Okay, let's bring them home.
Look out!
Gotta get them out fast.
The rig's gonna blow.
- Hang on!
- Whoa!
Whoa, sorry, boys.
Hold on tight, here we go!
Come on, Virgil.
- Hold on, guys!
- How are you doing, son?
Never better!
Thunderbird 1,
commence knockdown procedure.
FAB, Thunderbird 2.
Lining up target.
Fire.
Yee-ha!
- Bull's-eye!
Outstanding shot.
All right, boys.
Let's take these babies home.
The fire
has been extinguished.
The rocket fired from
Thunderbird 1
has robbed it of the oxygen
it needed to burn.
Amazing.
The Thunderbirds
have done it again, Chuck.
That was great work, Lisa.
Thanks a lot.
Ooo, I wish I could be
a Thunderbird one day.
- Thunder-turd.
- Ooo.
- That's another
À good one, diaper boy.
Tracy!
There's someone
here for you.
Hello, boys.
Lady Penelope Creighton-Ward,
at your service.
Alan, darling.
Your father's been detained and
he's asked me to pick you up.
- Is that all right?
- Sure beats the bus.
- Definitely.
- Fantastic.
Now, will any of these gorgeous
young things be joining you?
Me! Me!
Just Fermat.
Quite right.
Lady Penelope,
why are you in America?
- Are you on a mission À for my father?
- Alan, shh.
I am an undercover agent,
so please try to be discreet.
Here we are.
- Hi, Parker.
- Good afternoon to you, À Master Hackenbacker.
- Ow!
- Hi, Nosey.
- Less of that attitude
À or I shall be obliged
- to deliver À the Parker Haymaker.
- Okay, bring it on, big guy.
Try not to run over any children, Parker.
Very good, m'lady.
Come on, Parker,
chop-chop.
- All right! Yes!
- FermatWhoa!
Yeah.
Oh, look, Parker.
Pink is the new black this season.
I'm very glad
to hear it, m'lady.
And hemlines
are going up.
That is good news,
m'lady.
And apparently England won
the football last night.
- Yes! Eng-er-land!
- Whoa!
Calm down, Parker.
Yes, m'lady.
Sorry, m'lady.
Come on, baby.
Out you jump.
Wait till your father
hears about this.
Panhead!
Aliens!
Even better!
It's the Thunderbirds!
Okay, lock it up.
Okay, people, let's move it.
Let's go, let's move it.
- Hey, we need some help over here.
- Here you are, come down.
Mission complete.
Thunderbird 1.
We are good to go.
Fab.
Tracking device activated.
Ah, the chariot of the Gods.
Having dallied with the
mortals, they return to Olympus.
And so I follow.
Pardon me, m'lady,
approaching Tracy Island.
- Radar indicates
À we have some company.
Now that's showing off.
I wish that was me.
I'm about to run post-flight
checks, Mr. Tracy.
Anything I sh-sh-sh...
anything you want to tell me?
Brains, I noticed a build-up
of vibration on Thunderbird 2
followed by illumination
of the #5 engine-out light.
Okay, I'll ch-ch... study the flight
data in the guidance processor.
- Dad!
- Alan!
- Let me look at you. À Oh, man.
- Pop!
- Uh-oh, look out.
- Hey, sprout!
- Hey buddy!
- Dinner's ready. À Come and get it.
Onaha, it smells delicious
and I'm starved.
So, Dad, I saw the mission on TV.
It looked pretty dangerous.
Saving lives is a dangerous
business, but it's what we do.
Do you think the fire was
causing thermal updrafts?
Whoa, enough shop-talk.
I want to hear about school.
School's boring.
Plus, I've been thinking,
Maybe I could be home educated now.
That way I could sit in on missions
from time to time. What do you think?
No shortcuts, Alan.
No school, no rockets.
Say, why aren't you
wearing your retainer?
I'm getting this reading
telling me
the wind is blowing
60 knots right up my keister.
- No kidding.
- Did you try readjusting À the flaps?
That's the first thing I did.
It's not my first day on a Thunderbird.
- Try and keep up.
- Don't you have homework to do?
Unless he's blown up
this school like the last one.
- Keep Alan away from the ships, he's a hazard.
- Enough. Pass the salad.
- No thanks. Haven't seen that much
fire since that volcano in Fiji.
That wasn't Fiji,
that was Istanbul.
N o,
Istanbulas the earthquake.
Nothing compares to Argentina.
Dad, I'm not really hungry.
Come on, Fermat, let's go.
But... you...
I'm not done.
Okay.
Kyrano, have you
seen Lady P?
- By the pool.
- Of course.
Parker.
We're not suppose to go in there.
We could get in trouble.
Where did you get the access
code for Thunderbird 1 anyway?
Fermat, my friend,
what you don't know can't hurt you.
I'll be right there.
It seems the fire at the
oil rig was no accident.
- Any suspects?
- Not yet, but I'll keep À you posted.
- Thanks for À bringing Alan home.
- My pleasure.
Any excuse
to visit paradise.
- Tintin!
- Hey, Mr. Tracy.
Hello, Tintin.
- Good evening, Lady Penelope.
- Did you know Alan's home?
- Alan's back?
I mean...
Oh, Alan's back.
Hey, Dad.
When are those two
gonna get along?
When Tintin decides
the time is right.
Girls are always ahead of boys
with that sort of thing.
- What sort of thing?
- Romance.
Alan and Tintin?
- I didn't see À that one coming.
- No, you wouldn't.
- Have a safe À flight home, Penny.
- Thanks, Jeff.
Okay, 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, wait, Alan!
À That's the...
wrong switch!
- Warning.
- Engine sequence breach.
- Oh, God. Warning.
Engine sequence breach.
- Can't this day À get any worse?
- Alan, my office, now!
It just did.
I can't believe it.
We are so busted.
Look at this.
What is it?
Looks like some sort of...
gallium electrolyte
compound.
Gotta get out of here.
I know you're mad, I shouldn't
have been in the ship, but if you...
You're damn right you
shouldn't have been in there!
- But nothing happened. À I had it under control.
- Under control?
Do you have any idea the importance
of secrecy in our operation?
You fired up a Thunderbird without
activating the anti-detection shield.
You put everyone in danger
when you act selfishly.
You want to be part of the team,
you have to play by the rules.
You understand?
Do you?!
- Yeah, I understand.
I understand you don't want
me to be a Thunderbird.
You don't want me
to do anything!
You won't listen to me when I'm trying
to tell you something important!
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.
Hey, John, just about to turn in.
What can I do for you?
I could sure use a pizza.
You know a place that delivers?
30 minutes or it's
free, right?
Anything else on your mind?
Well, we've 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 in your region.
Teenagers.
Well, we've all been there.
- Dad, you've done a great À job since Mom died.
- Thanks, John.
Keep an eye
on that typhoon for us.
I'll call Vladivostok and see if
they need any help with that fire.
FAB, Dad.
Sleep tight.
- Morning, Dad.
- Hey, son.
There's something
I'd like to sh-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 gonna be this wo-wo... fun.
Watch this?
And the tiny phone
lifts up.
Perfect.
Dad, it...
N-n-n...
almost perfect.
There's something I wanted
to talk to you about, Dad.
Oh, right. Oh.
Oh. Okay, right.
You're having problems
with a g-g-g...
chi-chi-chi...
wo-wo... female?
N-n-no.
No.
Alan and I found
some sort of...
gallium compound on the
nose-cone of Thunderbird 1.
We should check that out
st-st-st... immediately.
Oh, that'd be gr-gr...
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?
One of the principal tenets
of Eastern martial arts
is to use your opponent's
strength against him.
This is ridiculous.
It will be almost 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 to do
is give them a victim.
- Commence targeting.
- Straightaway, sir.
Target acquisition
of Thunderbird 5 is locked.
Fire.
Red alert.
What the?
Warning.
Impact imminent.
Thunderbird 5 to Tracy Island.
Mayday.
Mayday!
Red alert.
Red alert.
Switching to command
and control center.
How bad, Brains?
Thunderbird 5,
major damage sustained.
Possible m-m-m... possible
strike by a m-m-m...
- Meteor?
- Yup.
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!
- Okay, okay. Don't panic!
On the other hand...
Run!
- We made land.
- Cut them off.
Activating communications
blackout.
Warning. Intruder alert.
- Communications failure.
- What the h-h-h...
- Warning. Intruder alert.
-... devil is going on?
Communications failure.
- Mr. Tracy, do you copy?
- Warning. Intruder alert.
- Thunderbird 3, please À respond.
How'd they find the island?
Do you think it was
what I did in Thunderbird 1?
- Do you think À I ruined everything?
- No.
That compound we found could have
some sort of transmitting capability.
We have to do something.
My dad's in the control room,
but how do we get there now?
The vents.
Let's go!
We have to get a message to my dad.
- Emergency power to 10%.
- I'm losing all power.
- Emergency power to 10%.
- Repeat.
- I'm losing all power.
- Hold on, we're coming in.
- Gordon, prepare for immediate docking.
- You got it, Dad.
Reverse main thrusters on my mark.
Three, two,
- one.
- Easy, watch the roll.
Roll index angle
minus two degrees.
Initiate docking sequence.
- We're locked on.
- Nice work.
Docking sequence complete.
- Tunnel hatch secured.
Emergency packs, boys.
Let's move!
- Air lock pressure equalized.
- We're in. Let's go!
John!
- Scott, tackle that fire.
- Okay.
- 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.
One-inch steel plate.
With sequential titanium
locking mechanism.
I love a challenge.
Watch out for the guards.
Get in! Get in!
Who-who-who-who...
- 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.
Okay.
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 À the control switch.
- N-n-n-n...
you must be kidding.
You and I share an interest
in the science of the mind.
The difference is I was born
with my powers.
Trust me when I tell you you've
barely touched the surface.
Even the strongest minds
can be broken.
It would be a pity
to break yours.
Fu-fu-fu...
no way.
Activate
the control switch, Prof.
Like a puppet on a string.
Activating command
and control.
Activating command
and control.
- We have control.
- Get up.
Sorry, Professor.
Nothing personal.
We got a caution and warning
light on our EPS system!
Attempt manual override!
No, that's negative!
That's it.
Okay, this one.
Back to Thunderbird 3, now.
John, we gotta move.
The locking
mechanism's jammed!
Attention Thunderbird 5. You can
see I've taken over your facilities.
You no longer control
your operational systems.
They've taken over.
Warm them up,
Transom.
Increasing
temperature to maximum.
- Who's the bald freak?
- You.
Dad!
They've got my dad.
Okay,
you have our attention.
Who are you?
What do you want?
Oh, how rude of me.
You can call me "The Hood."
Now, listen, Mr. Tracy,
we won't be negotiating.
I'm going to use
the Thunderbirds
to rob the largest
banks in the world
starting with
the Bank of London.
The world's monetary system
will be in chaos
and the Thunderbirds
held responsible.
You'll never get away with it!
- Why the Thunderbirds?
- An eye À for an eye, Mr. Tracy.
An eye for an eye?
Perhaps you've forgotten me,
but surely you remember
saving the life
of my brother, Kyrano.
I'm sorry, Mr. Tracy.
I thought he was dead.
Take them away.
Yes, sir.
Whoa.
That makes The Hood
my uncle?
Every family
has a black sh-sh...
black sh...
This vent's murdering
my allergies.
You left me
to die that day.
You may have broken my body,
but you have 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.
CO-2 levels are rising.
Wire the oxygen scrubber to the
emergency batteries. Clean the air.
How long
will that give us?
About four hours.
Someone's there.
Time to go.
- Ow!
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!
Whoa!
- The doors, you guys. À Let's go, come on!
- Go, go!
This way.
- No!
- They've got us trapped. À What do we do now?
If we can get
to Thunderbird 1's silo,
we can escape through the service tunnel.
But we need a plan.
- I'll use
À the Thunderizer on the door.
- Elevator active.
- You guys get the goons À with the firefly.
This equipment is 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 À to maximum.
- Got it.
Retreat!
Whoo!
Let's move it!
That's it.
Time to thunderize.
Yes!
Come on, let's go!
Get them!
- Where's Fermat?
- Fermat!
- Fermat! Hurry up!
- Coming!
- What were you doing À back there, Fermat?
- I had an n-n... idea.
Just try and keep up, okay.
I'll open the tunnel.
We gotta keep moving.
Access denied.
- Go back, yell when you À 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 realize
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!
Ow. What are we gonna do, Alan?
I don't know.
I'm thinking,
okay?
Keep backing up.
I've got an idea.
- That's your idea?
- It's not me you're angry À at, Alan.
It's not you
I'm aiming at.
Get them!
Transom, fire up
Thunderbird 1.
And set to broil.
- No sign of them.
- Of course not.
The little brats
went up like firecrackers.
Pop. Pop. Pop.
Don't...
give him
the satisfaction,
Professor.
This has taken too long.
Pick out the equipment you
need to get into those banks
and load it
into Thunderbird 2.
- No more delays.
- Yes, sir.
How about a little warning next
time you pull a stunt like that?
Relax, it's just
a little water.
I could have
d-drowned.
You mean
you can't swim?
I repeat, I could
have d-drowned.
I said I was sorry,
Fermat.
Let's just put this
behind us, okay?
We gotta watch
each other's backs.
- Nice drawers.
- Thank you
- Boo!
- Ah!
- Come on, stay there.
- You're worse than À a couple of girls.
Hurry up and get dressed.
Those are nice drawers.
Data from Tracy Island
is sent to Thunderbird 5
- via satellite, right?
- Right.
So there's a minuscule
possibility
that if we reach the island's
satellite station we could...
- Blow it up.
- No, we could hack into it
and give control back
to Thunderbird 5.
- Good thinking, Fermat. À Let's do it.
- Thank you.
Here's the plan.
We're here, right?
So we go along the shore, around the
mountain to the access road here.
Then up to the transmitter.
So what do you think?
Good, except 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 for now.
It's the guidance processor
from Thunderbird 2.
It can't take off without it.
You're a genius.
How did you get this?
Alan, my friend,
what you don't know can't hurt you.
Parker?
- M'lady?
We have an emergency.
What a charming fellow.
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
to me, m'lady.
Quite right,
Parker.
Real name
Trangh Belagant.
Assumed dead when his
illegal diamond mine
collapsed in the jungles
of Malaya.
Oh, perfect, Parker.
The Thunderbirds rescued over
500 mineworkers in the collapse.
Including
Mr. Belagant's brother.
M'lady, that's Mr. Tracy's
loyal manservant, Kyrano.
How's my schedule
for today, Parker?
You have clay pigeon shooting
with Lord Marlborough,
a benefit gala for
the Institute of the Blind,
and incidentally, there's a
typhoon bearing down on Singapore.
- I suppose that's urgent?
- Yes, m'lady.
There's also a bridge
collapsed in Buenos Aires
and a volcanic eruption
in Jakarta.
- The Thunderbirds À still haven't responded?
- No, m'lady.
And the media is awash in speculation
vis... vis their whereabouts.
Over to Lisa Lowe.
Chuck, disaster after disaster
around the world today
and still no sight
of the Thunderbirds.
Typhoon Jago hit land
in Singapore just one hour ago
and thousands have been left
homeless by a volcano in Jakarta.
Only the Thunderbirds have the
incredible machines to carry out...
I think it's time to send
the emergency signal.
I fear you are not wrong,
m'lady.
Lisa Lowe.
Back to you, Chuck.
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 trying to figure
out his weakness.
Everybody has
an Achilles' heel.
Well my Achilles' heel
is actually my Achilles' heel.
It's got a blister
the size of a basketball.
Tintin!
- Can we s-s-s...
- Stop?
- Yes.
- No.
Okay.
No more cheeseburgers
for you, Fermat.
- Any word?À
- Nothing, m'lady.
Right, tell Lord Marlborough
I've broken my shooting arm.
We shall send the Institute of
the Blind a dozen guide dogs.
And bring the car around.
Yes, m'lady.
The Thunderbirds appear
to be in a spot of trouble
and I don't like that.
Let's go, Parker.
Ready for launch.
We'll use this to get into the vaults.
Subtle as usual, Mullion.
Didn't realize 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.
What's going on?
Guidance processor error.
- It's the guidance processor.
What's wrong with it?
There isn't one.
Clever Alan.
- It's the children. À 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
suppose to mean?
Come on, Alan.
You have a c-c... crush on her.
You gotta be kidding.
I mean she's...
she's not that bad,
I guess.
Okay, guys, take five.
Five isn't gonna do it.
Guys?
Don't move.
What is it?
Androctonus scorpion.
Is that dangerous?
.025 milligrams
of its venom is fatal.
So, "dangerous" is,
in fact, an understatement.
Watch out!
- Tintin, what was that?
- Let's get going.
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, okay?
Still think everything
can be explained by science?
Not girls.
Whoa!
- Scott, Gordon. À You all right?
- We're okay.
- The heat À exchanger's blown.
- You don't say.
Come on, those brats
are in here somewhere.
How are we doing,
Fermat?
Don't rush me, Alan.
This is very delicate equipment.
Which is now
b-broken.
- Can you fix it?
- Y-y... maybe but,
I'll need something
to solder with.
We're in the middle
of nowhere, Fermat.
We are you gonna find
something like that?
What?
Ow!
Perfect.
Gee, Alan, I never would have
figured you for a cry-baby.
- I'm gonna kill you.
- What did he say?
I think it was
some sort of apology.
Hmm.
That's...
I got it, yes!
You're the man, Fermat.
Okay, the first step is to establish
contact with Thunderbird 5.
- Dad!
- It's Alan.
Dad! - Alan, where are you?
À Are you safe?
I'm at the relay station
with Fermat and Tintin.
Fermat's gonna hack into the main computer
system and give control back to you.
- We're standing by.
- Okay, we're almost there.
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?
Unauthorized transmission.
- Oh, now, that's not fair.
Just when things
were starting to sizzle.
Unauthorized transmission.
A burst of transmission from
the island satellite station.
- Should I jam it?
- And give Mullion À the co-ordinates.
Take the main track south
east then head up Satellite Hill.
They're on to us!
We're being jammed!
- Can you finish?
- I'll try.
- Alan, what's happening?
- Hang in there, Dad. À One more minute!
It's not going to work. The signal's
too weak for data transmission.
Can you hear me?
They're jamming our signal.
We're gonna lose you.
Don't worry, I'll take care of everything.
Negative.
It's too dangerous.
Follow emergency procedure.
Wait for Lady Penelope
at the rendezvous point.
Can you read me?
Alan!
- Dad!
- Alan, we're losing you!
- Alan!
Dad!
- No!
- Useless!
- It is now.
- I'm sorry, Alan.
This is hard
on all of us.
No, it's okay.
I'm fine.
You don't have to be
such a tough guy, Alan.
I'm worried
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...
Where we are!
Come on!
Great, more water!
Tintin, can you
slow them down?
- I'd be delighted.
- Then do it and meet us À at the junkyard.
Come on, Fermat.
This will get us
outta here.
There.
Come on.
Straight ahead.
Ah!
It's gonna make this thing
hard to control.
- Be careful not to exceed À four bars of boost or else...
- I said no problem.
- We gotta get out À of here. What's this?
- It's a hoversled.
It's our ticket out of here,
unless you've got a better idea.
- Let's wait for Lady Penelope À like your dad said.
- Here.
Great plan. Let's sit here
and wait to get caught.
I say we have
to do something.
Now.
Right Fermat?
Actually,
I agree with Tintin.
I don't think this is s-safe.
You don't think
anything is s-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 guys want to sit
here and take a vote
or do you want to get out of here?
'Cause I'm going.
You can be a real jerk
sometimes.
Go!
Oh, no!
Come on, faster!
Alan, you're going to fast!
I need more speed
to get him by the trees.
Hang on!
What did I tell you guys?
Oh, no.
What are you doing?
Oh, no, not the fridge.
- Tintin!
- Hey, son.
- Sweetheart, are you okay?
- I'm fine, Dad.
Cool off, kid.
Tracy Island approaching.
Switching to aqua mode.
Isn't life fun sometimes?
Rib-tickling, m'lady.
What is it?
We have
an unidentified craft
approaching the island
at high speed.
Lady P.
Whew, somebody roll down a window,
it's getting a little hot in here.
Re-entry into Earth's
atmosphere in 37 minutes.
- Oxygen's out in 30, À so we won't feel a thing.
- Stop it!
Come on, Dad.
Situation's hopeless.
No, there's still time. 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.
- No, m'lady.
That bougainvillea
is absolutely parched
and someone should do something
about that hideous hammock.
Whom do we have here?
Mullion!
I must warn you
that I know judo, krai magna,
and tai kwan do.
- And I know Parker.
- M'lady.
- You've broken my nose.
- Yes, that was the intention À of the maneuver.
- Whoa!
- One tries so hard in life
to sort things out
on an intellectual slash
conversational level,
but sometimes
it's just not possible.
Ow! Oh!
Shall I bring the car
around, m'lady?
Parker, have a bit
of a lie down.
Excuse me, m'lady.
Ah.
Lady Penelope.
Of course. He has his
palace, why not his princess?
Flattery will get
you nowhere.
Ow! Have you any idea what
a manicure costs these days?
Ow!
Boo!
Coming through, m'lady!
Duck, m'lady!
He's weak.
Using his power
makes him weak.
Whoa!
You're a formidable opponent.
More than a match for most men.
That's not saying much,
then, is it?
I suggest
you let us pass.
Don't try your parlor games
on me, you sad little man.
You've committed a serious
crime trespassing on this island
and in about four seconds,
I'm going to get
quite cross with you.
How are you, Alan?
I hope you don't think
I'm going to chase you.
You can make it stop, Alan!
You have something
À that belongs to me.
Really, sir,
don't mind me.
This isn't the first time
I've been pulverized.
And it's never did
any real harm before.
- Ow!
- Stop, I'll give it to you.
Fetch!
You made a match of it.
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.
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 t-t-talk.
It's hard for you
to l-l-listen.
Parker, I have an idea.
Excellent, m'lady.
Brains, how long do Jeff
and the boys have?
I can't think.
I'm too c-cold.
Guidance processor installed.
- The guidance processor À has been installed.
- Engine sequence complete.
Thunderbird 2 is ready
for takeoff.
Begin launch sequence.
- What is our ETA?
- Under an hour.
Bank of London,
here we come.
Thunderbird 2
preparing for takeoff.
We gotta be quick,
The Hood's getting away.
- In position, m'lady.
- Here we go.
Launch sequence, stage two.
- Yes.
- Good shot, m'lady.
Come on, Parker.
Let's give those bad guys a good trashing.
Hydraulic systems green.
Guidance systems green.
Launch sequence,
stage three.
This seems to be a straight
forward six lever mortise.
- I love it when your checkered past comes in handy.
- Thank you, m'lady.
Unfortunately, I feel I shall need a
piece of wire to access the mechanism.
Will this suffice, Parker?
Most certainly, m'lady.
I didn't actually
need it anyway.
Of course not, m'lady.
- Quick, they're getting away.
- Okay, everyone get to À the control room.
Hat?
Get in there quick, Fermat.
and save my family.
Then we'll get The Hood.
Good luck.
Access to mainframe denied.
Looks like they slipped a backdoor
key into the access codes.
- I'll follow your lead, son.
- Thunderbird 5, come in.
Thunderbird 5, come in.
How long do they
got before re-entry?
90 seconds, and counting.
Access to mainframe confirmed.
Okay, I just need someone on their
end to confirm the access protocol.
Thunderbird 5, come in.
Dad, come on,
are we coming through?
Mr. Tracy, can you hear me?
Come in.
Thunderbird 5, come in.
- Dad, come on!
- Mr. Tracy, can you here me? À Come in.
- Dad!
- Thunderbird 5, come in.
- How long do they got?
- 45 seconds until re-entry.
Damn it, Jeff, wake up!
I think that's the first
time you've ever called me
by my first name, Brains.
Thanks for waking me.
- Dad.
- Alan.
Well done.
Mr. Tracy?
Confirm access protocol.
Confirmed.
We are back on-line.
Gravity is restored.
Put Thunderbird f-f...
your craft into geostationary
orbit immediately.
- FAB, Brains.
- Geostationary orbit re-established.
Looks like we're good to go.
- Dad, are you all right?
- We're fine.
We still have a job to do.
Where's The Hood?
He's in Thunderbird 2.
He's headed for L-l-l...
- London.
- She's right.
He's got them
all on board.
Looks like Thunderbird 3
lost a booster, Dad.
We'll never get there
on time.
Let me go
after The Hood.
He'll destroy everything
you've built,
everything the Thunderbirds stand for.
- Negative.
- I'm sorry, it's too risky.
- I can do this, you know I can.
What am I saying?
We can do this.
Okay, Alan.
We'll meet you there.
- Thunderbirds are go!
- fab.
Okay, boys, we are
outta here.
- Are we really going?
- Yep.
Oh, boy.
- Ready, Fermat?
- N-n...
I guess.
Engine sequence activated.
- Flight controls are green.
- Anti-detection shield...
- Hydraulic systems are good.
activated.
Set primary fuel pumps.
Main engine start.
Don't boys
just love their toys?
Engine sequence complete.
Launch sequence initiated.
Launch sequence complete.
And off we go.
Get the bridge up!
Get the bridge up!
Thunderbird 1, come in.
- Roger, Brains.
- Situation update.
Thunderbird 3 is about
to initiate separation.
FAB.
Boys, Thunderbird 2 is in
final approach to London.
I know The Hood's weakness,
Fermat.
I can stop him
if we get there in time.
Stand by.
We're going
to maximum thrust.
Gordon, heat 'em up.
We're getting reports of
some kind of incident in London
involving the Thunderbirds.
Lisa, are you there?
Chuck, I'm here
in Jubilee Gardens
where Thunderbird 2 has
made an impromptu landing
causing total panic
in Central London.
As far as we know, there's been
no emergency call from this area.
So it's unclear why Thunderbird
2 would be active here at all.
I don't know if you
can see this,
but Thunderbird 2 seems to be
unloading some kind of machine.
Set a course for the vault.
Sir,
if we continue on our present course,
we'll severe the monorail's
subterranean supports.
- Shall I correct our position?
- Stay on course.
But sir,
we'll cause a major disaster.
No we won't.
The Thunderbirds will.
- Get us down, boys.
- Initiate landing, Fermat.
- Right.
- Three-point landing sequence initiated.
Retros to 75.
Flaps 16.
Fab.
Danger.
Landing sequence error.
- You're going too fast!
- Thanks. Retros to 90.
Textbook, boys.
Activating electromagnetic
pulse
to disable the bank's
security systems.
ETA one minute.
Parker, meet me
at the Bank of London.
Yes, m'lady.
Let it out,
boys!
- The Hood's getting away.
- Those people can't hold À on much longer.
- What are you gonna do?
- We're the Thunderbirds.
Our duty is to save
those people.
Brains, we're going
into the accident zone.
FAB,
Thunderbird 2 and good luck.
Brains, the monorail
is down!
Repeat!
The monorail is down!
I'm going underwater
in Thunderbird 4.
Automatic pilot.
You have the bridge.
- Me? Fly alone?
- Fermat, the Thunderbirds À need you right now.
I need you.
FAB, Alan.
Manual control.
Brains, come in.
What's the situation?
The Hood has caused major disaster
with the vault. The mono-ma-mono...
one track railway
is down in the Themes.
- Where's Thunderbird 1?
- It's on the ground.
The k-k-kids are
in Thunderbird 2.
FAB, we're right
behind them.
Look at all this gold!
Stay focused.
Nine more banks to go.
Fermat, deploying
Thunderbird 4 in three
two... one.
Thunderbird 4 is go.
I can see
the monorail.
Mommy!
Don't panic,
guys.
Extending magnetic claw.
Fermat, I'll hold
the monorail in place.
Can you get a line on that
stanchion and lift it?
I can't get a clear fix
on the target.
I might hit
the passengers.
I'll go
and fix it myself.
- What, you mean swim?
- Get me as close as you can.
How we doing
on that line, Fermat?
Just look out
your window.
Come on, Tintin.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on, Tintin.
You can do this.
Opening the airlock.
Contact magnets activated.
Okay, Fermat.
We need a lift.
FAB, Alan.
Commencing reverse thrust.
That was amazing,
Tintin.
Thank you.
Nice job, Fermat.
Nothing to it, really.
Easy does it.
There they are!
Glad you could
finally join us.
Hey, don't get cocky
after one mission.
We still have
a dangerous situation here.
I need you boys to close down
this accident scene.
Tintin, go get Fermat. Meet us at
Thunderbird 1. Alan, come with me.
- Let's clean it up.À - We've got
to get to À the Bank of London.
Penelope went
after the Hood.
I know, she may
need our help.
Ashes to ashes,
diamonds to diamonds.
Lady Penelope.
What an unpleasant
surprise.
Don't be rude.
I can't tell you
what a pleasure it would be
to use my little finger
to pull this big trigger.
Now don't move!
Mullion.
- That's not cricket!
- I'm sorry.
The only part of the sport
I ever liked was winning.
How ghastly.
Hey Dad.
That stuff
the Hood said,
about you
leaving him to die,
- he was lying, right?
- No.
You see, you can't
save everyone, Alan.
It doesn't matter how hard you
try, or how brave you are.
It doesn't even matter
if it's someone you love,
someone you'd give up your
life in a second to save.
You just can't
save everyone.
What was Mom like?
She was
a lot like you.
Come on, we've got
a job to do.
- Finish her off, Mullion.
- Shame on you.
I always despise a man who
delegates the important jobs.
Oh, dream on, sad act.
- Good timing, Parker.
- Good afternoon, À Mr. Tracy.
- Come with us.
- My pleasure, Mr. Tracy.
The Thunderbirds.
They're here.
Kill them all.
Alan, you guys
stay here with Parker.
- I'm gonna find Lady Penelope.
- But what about The Hood?
Look out, Parker!
Master Tracy!
- Look out, Parker!
- All right, that's enough À of that.
Don't move.
Go on, then.
- I'm sorry, I can't hit a lady.
- Allow me.
I've been waiting to get my
hands on you little brats.
And I've been waiting
to get my hands on you.
Now that was a punch.
Parker, can we wrap this up?
What did you have in mind,
Master Hackenbacker?
Strategically speaking,
the best odds of success
- lie with the Parker Haymaker.
- I concur.
Penny!
Jeff, no!
Did you save them all
this time, Jeff?
Or did you leave
someone behind?
I didn't make you
what you are.
It's not me
you have to convince.
- You leave my son À out of this.
- Dad!
Dad! Dad!
I'm disappointed
in you, Alan.
I thought we were
kindred spirits.
Well, we're not.
I'm Jeff Tracy's son.
- Yes, you certainly are.
- No!
Alan, no!
Alan!
Come here, you little minx!
Oh! Ah!
Bye, bye.
Alan, stay back.
You want so desperately
to walk in Daddy's footsteps.
- Let him go.
- Did you really think À you could challenge me?
- Let him go, please!
- Let him go!
Please, let him go!
PenelopeAlan! Alan,
are you all right?
Alan, get out, run!
He's getting weaker.
- He can't last much longer.
- Neither can you!
Alan, no!
Look out!
Alan!
I'm glad you could be here
to see this, Jeff.
Goodbye, Alan.
- No!
- Oh.
Ah.
Oh.
Leave me, Alan.
Leave me to die.
Like your father did.
- I don't want
À to save your life.
- Aah!
- But that's what we do.
See you soon, Jeff.
Now that was definitely
showing off.
- Get off me!
- Settle, mate. À You calm down.
- Gordon.
- Nice catch.
- Hey, Scott.
- Get him.
- Jeff, what did you put À in these margaritas?
- A Tracy secret.
That's my boy.
One more week
and you're gonna be swimming
like a f-f...
do-do-do...
sha-sha-sha...
aquatic creature.
- Good job, Ferm.
- Thanks.
- So what do you think?
- He's getting there.
Whoa, Tintin.
Ah, you just really...
- Blossoming.
- Ew!
- Did you say blossoming?
Gather round, everybody.
I have an announcement to make.
Tonight is a special night.
We're all together,
because of three very special people:
Fermat, Tintin,
Alan.
The world
needs Thunderbirds.
And the Thunderbirds
need you.
- Mr. Tracy.
- Thank you, sir.
Congratulations, Alan.
No shortcuts.
You earned it.
You all did.
I'm not usually
an emotional man,
but sometimes even the
toughest nut must crack.
- Hey, way to go, sprout.
- That's my boy, Alan.
Yes, Madam President.
I see. Of course.
Straightaway.
Boys!
Sorry, Penny.
Duty calls.
Of course it does.
And quite right, too.
Thunderbirds are go!
Fast as you can, Parker.
Certainly, m'lady.
♪ Spring breaks come around ♪
♪ And there's more heroes
to be found ♪
♪ There's something major
going down ♪
- ♪ On Tracy Island ♪
- ♪ Island ♪
♪ Weapons underground keeping
our planet safe and sound ♪
♪ If someone
evil's coming round ♪
♪ They should be
frightened ♪ ♪ Frightened ♪
♪ 'Cause now the boys
are back in town ♪
♪ No strings
to hold them down ♪
♪ Down ♪
♪ Don't be mad, please ♪
♪ Stop the hating ♪
♪ Just be glad
that they'll be waiting ♪
♪ Friends we have
are ever-changing ♪
♪ You know the lid's
about to blow ♪
♪ When the Thunderbirds
are go ♪
♪ Kids are learning fast,
they know that T-birds kick some ass ♪
♪ Be sure that there's
no coming in last ♪
♪ If you're on their side ♪
♪ Their side ♪
♪ It always looks so cool when
spaceships come out of the pool ♪
♪ You know that you'd
just be a fool ♪
♪ To be a bad guy ♪
♪ Bad guy ♪
♪ 'Cause now the boys
are back in town ♪
♪ No strings
to hold them down ♪
♪ Down ♪
♪ Don't be mad, please,
stop the hating ♪
♪ Just be glad
that they'll be waiting ♪
♪ Friends we have
are ever-changing ♪
♪ You know the lid's
about to blow ♪
♪ When the Thunderbirds
are go ♪
♪ Thunderbirds are go,
go, go, go ♪
♪ Go, go, go, go ♪
♪ Don't be mad, please,
stop the hating ♪
♪ Just be glad
that they'll be waiting ♪
♪ Friends we have
are ever-changing ♪
♪ You know the lid's
about to blow ♪
♪ When the Thunderbirds
are go ♪
♪ Thunderbirds are,
Thunderbirds are go ♪
♪ Thunderbirds are,
Thunderbirds are ♪
♪ Thunderbirds are,
Thunderbirds are go. ♪