Thunderbirds (2015–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - The Abominable Snowman - full transcript

Ladies and gentlemen.

You join us here as disaster unfolds at the Meddings uranium plant in New Mexico.

The scene is one of almost total devastation and firefighters report that they cannot contain the blaze.

All hope looks lost now for the men and women trapped inside the …

… wait!

What's that?

It’s them!

It's International Rescue!

Thunderbird 2 to Thunderbird 1, what is your estimated time of arrival at danger zone?

Be with you in 5 minutes.

This is Thunderbird 2 to Thunderbird 1, approaching danger zone.



OK Virg, here is your brief: course 30.

F.A.B.

Here we go.

Virg, Virgil, you gotta hurry up.

This is the third uranium plant we've seen ablaze in the past month leading prices to rocket.

Many are wondering who is behind what increasingly seems like a series of deadly attacks.

Calling International Rescue.

Can you read me?

There, There is something outside.

Trying to get in.

I, I know it sounds crazy, but I think it's the abominable snowman.

Dad, I know you've been kind of skeptical about this so-called Abominable Snowman,

but these alarm calls from the Everest area are still coming through.

Three more people have disappeared in the last two weeks.



Don't you think it's time for a little action?

I know you're worried about this, John.

But as you know, Thunderbirds only answer direct calls for help when there's definite evidence that lives are in danger.

Now, these Abominable Snowman stories have been going around for years.

Leave it with me, John. I'll see what I can do.

OK, dad.

I'll let you know if I hear any more news.

Over and out.

Say, Dad.

Penny's over in Delhi right now, what say we give her a call, and ask her to investigate?

Good idea, Scott.

This should be just Penny's cup of tea.

Well, I must say, Parker, it was a good idea of yours to bring FAB 1 along.

So much more convenient.

Yes, m'lady.

The air-conditioning is working a treat, don't you think?

In this heat, it's a jolly good thing that it is.

Oh, my compad.

Hi, Penny.

You may think this kinda strange,

but we've been getting reports from the Everest area about this so-called Abominable Snowman which seems to be terrorizing the local people.

Do go on, Jeff. I'm intrigued!

I thought maybe you could go up and do a little investigating.

But of course, Jeff. I'd adore to go up to the mountains.

I missed winter sports this year, and I'd love to see a snowman...

abominable or otherwise.

I wouldn't mind if the horse I was steering was a thoroughbred,

but for a high-class chauffeur like me,

with millions of luxury motoring miles under his belt,

driving a dead-beat old nag like this is a bit of a liberty.

Coowah! Giddyup! Giddyup!

This Abominable Snowman.

What evidence is there that it has been seen in the area?

Oh, my dear high-born, titled English Lady! The evidence is underwhelming.

Clues abound in every crook and nanny.

Footprints, footprints of a huge circumference can be observed at the scene of every felony.

I see, I see.

Well, I should like to go to the scene of the crime, and observe these footprints for myself.

Now, about a guide....

This I have already arranged with very sudden alacrity.

I have contacted a well-known Asiatic explorer, who has worked in the area for many Indian summers.

Dear friend, we must part. Our destination has arrived.

There is the skicopter, and the guide to transport you.

And I advise you very strongly to change now into your warmest clothing!

For not only is it very cold, but most biting of all is the wind.

Perfect

Now, we deal with that meddlesome Lady Penelope.

Oh! Oh, it's my my ankle!

I'm afraid I've twisted it.

How unfortunate, Lady Penelope.

Oh, unfortunate indeed.

Oh, what on earth can we do now?

May I suggest that I take your servant to see the footsteps of the Abominable Snowman,

while you rest in the passenger compartment?

Oh... I'm afraid I have no choice.

I'm sure you'll be amenable to our guide's suggestion,

won't you, Parker?

Certainly, m'lady.

I'll have this Diabolical Snowman caper sorted out before you can say FAB 1.

If your servant is ready, Lady Penelope, we will proceed.

The name is Parker, if you don't mind!

Thank you, and good hunting to you both.

Here, mate.... Here, what is this? What are we doing in here?

Strange things happen in this part of the world.

For example, have you noticed that large steel door over there?

Strange, is it not?

A steel door in an ice cave?

You can say that again, mate.

The door opens. Shall we go in?

Here, what's all this?

Where did all these blokes come from?

And what's all this drilling and shoveling lark?

Quiet, you fool!

Hey, what's your game down here then?

My game, you fool, is that I am the Abominable Snowman.

Have you no imagination!?

I have lured you here like all the others. And now you are my slave, like them.

You too will dig, and add to this ever-growing pile of priceless uranium.

And I will become the richest man in the world!

You might not be a snowman, but you're certainly abominable!

Silence, you fool! I am in no mood for your insolence.

I have a painful way of dealing with people like you, as you will learn when I return.

Do not get clever ideas, fool.

When this door closes, there is no means of escape.

Now, where's me snuff-box...?

Ah, here we are.

Yes, Parker, what on earth's the matter?

We're in dead trouble, m'lady.

Our guide's turned out to be a bit of a villain, playing a double role.

Not only is he our guide, but so he tells me, the Abominable Snowman too.

I'm trapped in this here cave.

You're lumbered up there with a sprained ankle, and he's on his way to sort you out.

Oh dear, how inconvenient. I'd better get on to Jeff right away.

Now, leave everything to me, Parker, and don't worry.

Go ahead, Penny.

We've nearly solved the riddle of the Abominable Snowman, but in the process, we've landed in a spot of bother.

I'm afraid we need your urgent assistance.

Sure thing, Penny.

OK, on your way, Scott.

Right, dad.

Can you give us your position, Penny?

Yes, Jeff. International Map Reference 421X 037.

Right, got it.

Now you just hold on as best you can. Scott will be with you in about 55 minutes.

Virgil, away you go.

Right, Father.

Changing to horizontal flight.

Base to Thunderbird 1. Penny's position is Reference 421X 037.

F.A.B., Dad.

Speed 7.5 thousand miles per hour, ETA 1805 local time.

Oh, you're back. Er, where's Parker?

I'm afraid, madam, I have some distressing news for you.

When we were crossing a crevasse, you servant slipped,

the rope holding us together snapped, and he plunged into the bowels of the earth.

Do go on.

All, all my Herculean efforts to rescue him were of no avail, and I fear he has gone to an icy and eternal grave.

Your dramatic little piece of acting was almost convincing,

except for one thing.

What do you mean!?

You, sir, are a blaggard.

Thunderbird 1 to Base.

Come in, Scott. What's your problem?

No problem, Dad.

Just checking to see if there's any change in the situation.

No change. Just make it as snappy as you can.

Penny is pretty smart at talking herself out of tight spots, but we don't her to have to say too much.

You talk too much! You are completely overwrought.

May I suggest to convince you beyond all doubt of my devotion to your welfare, that we fly over the crevasse where Parker met his untimely end?

And if you haven't disposed of me by then, I suppose we'll go on to have tea with the Abominable Snowman himself.

No, my friend.

We are not as stupid as you would suppose.

And furthermore, I have called International Rescue.

They are already on their way.

So, you have tried to outwit me!

Very clever.

Keep your hands where they are. I have you covered.

Not quite, Lady Penelope, not quite. I shouldn't try that again.

Now, we're going on a little trip.

I've arrived at danger zone, but apart from some skicopter marks in the snow, there's no sign of them.

Now look, Scott. We must find Penny before she comes to any harm.

Now this is what you do.

How do you like my little torture chamber. Every modern device.

You won't get away with this. Your kind never do.

There is no need to lose your temper.

You're a little uncomfortable perhaps.

Are those straps too tight?

I may be a mere woman, but don't underestimate me.

And don't underestimate me, Lady Penelope!

This little piece of machinery here will perhaps persuade you to treat me with more respect.

Let me demonstrate it to you.

You see that solid steel girder over there?

Watch.

Straight through.

I'm sure you'll agree, most efficient.

Most efficient.

Clearly, you're not going to all this trouble for nothing.

What do you want?

Not so fast, Lady Penelope.

Now, if I aim the laser-beam towards you,

the beam will slice through the metal girder that you are strapped to on the same height as that swan-like neck of yours.

Thunderbird 1 to Base. Tell Brains the new metal detector works great!

I've located the skicopter, and I'm going in to land.

F.A.B., Scott.

To avoid starting this unpleasant experiment,

all you have to do is give me information about the codes used by International Rescue for their secret messages.

Don't be surprised, Lady Penelope!

I know you are their London agent.

Wherever you got your information, I can assure you it's quite false.

Oh, come, madam!

Perhaps this will stimulate your memory.

I will move the beam slowly.

Now will you tell me their secret?

Speak now, Lady Penelope, or you will never speak again!

The beam is inches from your neck.

You struggle in vain.

The beam unfortunately generates a great heat.

It can be rather painful before you actually lose consciousness.

Only inches to go.

You, you, you're wasting your time. I, I know nothing.

All right! You asked for it!

OK, you've got three seconds to switch off that beam!

Look out, Scott.

Scott! Switch off the beam!

Where's the master switch?

Scott, quickly!

Hold tight, Penelope!

Penelope, are you OK?

OK, Scott.

I hope you haven't been too incommoded, m'lady.

Parker!

Oh. Looks like I've arrived too late.

Heavens, how did you get here?

Oh, Scott, is he dead?

I only used my tranquilizer gun.

He'll have a nice quiet siesta till the Airborne Police arrive.

Now, come on, let's get you out of here.

Oh, what a relief!

And how splendid to see you back, Parker.

How on earth did you escape?

I don't want to blow my own hooter, m'lady, but getting out of that nick was a pushover.

And knowing how that right villain was going to sort you out, I had to take drastic action.

How resourceful of you, Parker.

And how clever of you to find us, Scott.

How ever did you do it?

A Brains' new metal detector.

It can pick up a metal object from a height of a thousand feet.

And that skicopter is all metal.

Brilliant, quite brilliant.

Now, what about all those other poor people in that cave Parker escaped from.

What can we do about them?

They'll be taken care of when the police arrive.

And when our friend here wakes up, I don't think he'll be in any condition to take on International Rescue again.

You will never escape this icy and internal grave.

Let’s get out of here.

Thunderbird 2, from Scott Tracy.

Calling Thunderbird 2.

Go ahead, Scott.

Pull away, Virgil.

But, Scott.

Regain height and keep away.

The cave is about to blow up.

That's the call we've been waiting for.

Oh, Jeff.

You'll be glad to know our little investigation has resolved itself satisfactorily.

What started off as a lighthearted adventure turned into something quite nasty.

Yes, dad, it's a long story. One we'll enjoy telling you when we get back.

Right, Scott.

Bring Penelope and Parker back and you can tell me the whole story then.

Grandma will have a nice meal waiting for you.

What an absolutely super idea, Jeff.

As far as I'm concerned, the legend of the Abominable Snowman can be buried forever.