Five!
Four!
Three!
Two!
One!
Thunderbirds are go!
♪ Thunderbirds March
Ohh...
Uhh... Ohh...
Oh, where am I?
I must have fallen over. The ledge, it broke my fall.
Oh, my leg!
My leg, it hurts.
Gotta get help. Gotta get help.
Uh!
I made it.
Calling International Rescue. Calling International Rescue.
I've fallen over a cliff edge. I think my leg is broken.
I'm on a ledge. It stopped my fall.
Can you hear me, International Rescue?
Please, save me.
International Rescue calling. Are you receiving me? Over.
I'm lost.
I'm scared.
Please, please don't let me die.
Please send help.
Please.
Gee, I hope they've picked up my message.
- Sounded like a small boy. Australian. - Didn't he say where he was?
No. He was lost. I couldn't ask questions. He was only transmitting.
All I got was that he was trapped on a ledge
and couldn't move, pretty scared.
- What do you think, Scott? - Not much to go on.
If only we knew the exact location.
He stayed on the air long enough for me to get a fix on him.
I've got his location to within a mile.
That's near enough. Right, Scott?
- On your way. - Yes, Father.
John will give you your directions.
Australia, here I come!
Right, John, Scott is on his way. Leave it to us.
I'm worried about that kid. If he is as
scared as he sounded, he could panic and fall.
OK. Watch out for him transmitting again, John.
You could then get a more precise fix on him.
Meanwhile, International Rescue is on its way.
Oh, gee, it will soon be dark.
I should have been found by now.
- Help! - Help!
Help!
International Rescue from Thunderbird 1.
I shall be in sight of the rescue zone in approximately three minutes from now.
OK, Scott. He's down there somewhere. Try and locate him on the scanner.
Will do. Over and out.
Hey! Hey!
International Rescue from Thunderbird 1. I've spotted him.
- How does he look, Scott? - Well, he looks fit enough.
He's on his feet. He's waving at me.
International Rescue!
Boy, they've sighted me.
Are you gonna need any help?
No, I can handle this one. I'm going into land.
You arrived just in time. What can I say?
You saved my life.
That's all right, sonny, we're doing it all the time.
Yes, but surely you'll take a reward?
- A couple of million or so? - We ask no money.
We just save people.
- We only ask one thing. - Sure, whatever you say.
Don't try and follow me when I leave here.
Our base is secret
and, please, no photographs.
Well, now I've seen everything.
So you never did need rescuing.
I think someone had better do some explaining.
I'm sorry, Mr Tracy.
It's my responsibility. I guess it's all my fault.
- You can't blame yourself, Dad. - It's not who is to blame.
While we were dealing with this call,
someone really needing help could have lost their life.
We realise the seriousness of the situation, Mr Tracy.
I'm not trying to make excuses,
but, well, try and look at it from the boys' point of view.
When their mother died,
I had to try and be a mother and a father to them.
Well, life is pretty dreary round here for a couple of lively boys.
I try to make it up to them.
You know, I made them these walkie-talkies outfits.
I keep pretty busy at the weather station.
They did have to amuse themselves.
We play at International Rescue all the time.
Yeah, it's our favourite game.
You and the other members of your organisation are their heroes, Mr Tracy.
You're the greatest in their book.
Yeah, well, uh... This is a serious matter. I understand that situation,
but this little escapade could have had tragic results.
Gee, we really are sorry, Mr Tracy.
What are you going to do to us?
Well, there are several things I should do,
but I've decided to take you on a little trip.
- A trip? - That's right.
If it's OK with your dad, I'm going to take you to our headquarters.
Then you'll see just how much trouble a false alarm causes.
It can't be true.
It can't be true. Dad, Dad, you've gotta let us go.
Wow!
We're really gonna ride in Thunderbird 1!
Are you boys OK?
- Sure are, Mr Tracy. - Wow! This is great.
Hold tight, then. We're on our way.
Good. Very good, boys.
I just wanted to make sure you were all up to scratch.
With Scott bringing two such admirers as Tony and Bob here,
we've really got to be on our toes.
Thunderbird ETA is two minutes, Mr Tracy.
Thank you, Brains.
I want you fellas to give these boys a real, warm welcome.
- Is that clear? - Yes, Father.
We're nearly there, boys. Now you know the drill.
- Sure, Scott. - We understand.
International Rescue is a top-secret project. It must stay that way.
Too many of the wrong guys would like to get their hands on our secrets.
- OK, Scott. We're ready. - You can take her down now.
OK.
Oh, Mrs Tracy, there's enough food to feed an army!
An army, maybe.
Two growing youngsters? I'm not so sure.
Mm!
Coming along nicely.
You really can cook, Grandma.
Well, I hope I'm not out of practice.
The trouble with living on a secret base is visitors are few and far between.
Where are the boys now?
Oh, Uncle Alan is taking them round.
A grand tour in the monocar.
Will you take a look at that?!
These are some of the vehicles that we use when we're out on rescue operations.
But, of course, these are just some of our minor crafts.
In just a moment, you'll see something much more impressive.
Well, here we are in Thunderbird 3 bay.
Hey, that's some spaceship.
I expect Scott is the only one allowed to pilot that one.
Well, as a matter of fact, I'm the one who takes control of the spaceship.
You do? You mean to say you control that craft all by yourself?
Well, I do I take Scott with me, as a rule.
Just to keep me on course.
Sir, uh, you'll pardon the intrusion, sir,
.but would you mind telling the boys their lunch is ready?
Too much, eh, Tin-Tin?
We only just had enough.
- Feeling better, boys? - Yes, sir.
Gee, it's the best meal I ever had.
What did you think of the base? Did you enjoy your tour?
It was super. Wish I lived here.
We really understand now why we mustn't call you out without a good reason.
If you've learnt that, I guess the trip was worthwhile.
You young fellas have been really privileged,
coming to a top-secret base like this.
That's why we made you wear those blindfolds,
so you wouldn't know where you were.
Well, we'd better be getting you home. I'll hand that over to Thunderbird 2.
- Right, Virgil? - Yes, sir.
Well, Tony, Bob, it's sure been great having you here.
Thank you, sir.
- Goodbye, everyone. - So long, fellas.
Goodbye.
- I'll take you to the chute. - And, don't forget,
no more fooling around with phoney distress calls.
- OK. Away you go, Virgil. - Right, Dad.
Boy!
Here we go, boys.
Thanks for letting me bring the boys here, Dad.
That's OK, Scott. When we haven't got time
to do things like that, well, it'll be a sad day.
And, besides, a thing like that is not gonna cause any harm.
Well...
we certainly made the news, Bob.
Yeah. It's quite a good photograph of the house, isn't it?
- Where's Dad? - He's in his office, I think.
Come on. Let's show him this. He hasn't seen the papers yet.
Well, I think that's enough for today.
I wonder what those boys are up to.
Dad!
Look what it says in the paper.
What is this? What is this?
Just you read that. We're famous!
Yes, I see.
Residents of Charity Springs.
It's a pity the press got hold of this story.
Somebody might start to suspect things.
Ha ha ha! A weather station?
Hee hee hee! A likely story.
This could be just what I've been looking for.
And now it is within my reach.
And who would have thought that International Rescue
would be the ones to lead me to it!
Ha ha ha!
Perhaps I should send them some of the profits
I shall make from their secret!
Spy satellite Alpha 2-0
approaching the Australian coast, sir.
Right, thank you, Sergeant.
This is Satellite HQ to Densley Tracker.
This is Satellite HQ to Densley Tracker. Come in, please.
Satellite HQ from Densley Tracker.
Satellite HQ from Densley Tracker. I am now on standby.
Alpha 2-0 is now coming up to you, Densley Tracker.
The radio photographs of this orbit are now coming up to you.
Thank you, HQ. Message received and understood.
All systems are functioning. Readings are clear, clear, clear. Over and out.
My turn to rescue you, Tony. Where are you going to go?
I thought the old mine up at Densley Hill.
Hm...
A job for Thunderbird 2. OK.
Give me a half-hour start, eh? I shall be ready by then.
Right. 30 minutes it is.
Dad? Dad?
Are you in the dark room?
- Oh, hi, Dad. - Hello, there, Bob.
I'm afraid I'm very busy in the dark room.
I won't be out for a couple of hours.
.That's all right. We're just going out to play, that's all.
- International Rescue, I suppose. - Yeah. Sure.
I see. Don't forget what Mr Tracy told you. Keep your radios off.
Of course we will, Dad.
We know better than that. We're not kids, you know.
Now... before I make a move,
I must be sure where everyone is.
Very interesting.
My young friend seems to be making for the old mine.
Yes.
That would keep the two boys out of the way.
There should be a place here somewhere.
Hi, there, young fella.
Hello. What are you doing here, mister?
Oh, I've just been sent out to survey this derelict mine.
Hey!
Aren't you Tony Williams?
That's right.
How do you know that?
I saw your picture in the papers.
Ha, ha, yeah. That's right.
You've got a brother, haven't you?
- Yeah, Bob. - Of course it is.
- Bob. - He is coming to look for me right now.
I'm trying to find a good place to be rescued from.
Well, Tony, I'll tell you.
I know just the place.
Don't worry, Tony.
International Rescue are on their way.
Tony?
Tony? I don't think we should play around here.
Hello, son.
Oh. Who are you?
I am a surveyor, looking this place over.
For the Government.
Sure, I did tell Tony you could play here, but...
Well, it's too dangerous.
I think you had better collect him and go home.
Yeah. Yeah. OK.
Is your father at home, Bob?
Dad? Yeah. Why?
It's just that I may have to go and see him. That's all.
He is alone, isn't he?
Oh, yeah. Dad won't have visitors in the house.
He may not even see you.
I'll try not to bother him, especially if he is working.
Oh, he's working, all right, in the dark room.
The dark room?
- What's that then, Bob? - I don't know exactly.
Dad won't let Tony or me go in there.
You see, he's got a lot of equipment that breaks easy.
Did Tony go in there?
Yes, he did.
And where exactly in the house is this, uh, dark room?
I'll just go and get Tony.
Hey! Hey! Come back, Bob!
Ah, well.
I expect I should be able to find it myself quite easily.
But, first of all, I must deal with these foolish boys.
Tony?
Tony? Tony, where are you?
The game is off.
Tony!
Bob! I'm down here.
Hey!
Ah! Oh, this is the life!
- Don't get yourself too comfortable, Gordon. - Tin-Tin is right.
Usually, when we get a chance to put our feet up, we get an emergency call.
Well, if we do get a call,
let's put it on to Tony and Bob!
Oh, yes!
That sounds great, Williams. We'll have to check,
but that last batch could show the installations we've been searching for.
We'll be able to arrange a collection tomorrow.
That's the news I've been wanting to hear.
Once this project is successful, I'll be back to my old job.
I'll see more of the kids, then. Won't just be in their school holidays.
- You betcha. Over and out. - Over and out.
Hey!
You!
What do you think you're doing in here?
I said, what...
Open the door, Williams.
Open the door.
Gotta...
turn off... the screen.
Open the door!
We promised we wouldn't use the radio, Tony.
This is different, Bob.
It really is an emergency.
Calling International Rescue.
International Rescue?
International Rescue here. We're receiving your call.
Oh, boy, look, you've got to come.
There was this guy who tricked us into the mine.
When Bob and me were both in here, he must have thrown in a bomb.
Hey, wait a minute.
- Is that Tony? Tony and Bob? - Yes, it is.
Now, son, we told you not to involve us in your games.
But this time it's true. Oh, you tell him, Bob.
We really are trapped down a mine, mister.
Please listen, please.
You know, fantastic as their story was,
they had me believing them at times.
OK. Thanks for reporting it, John.
How do you like that?
A man tricking two kids into a mine, then throwing in a bomb?
Then John turns round and says he's started to believe them.
That's not John's fault, Virgil.
When kids play games, they really do believe them.
I can remember things when you lot were youngsters.
I thought they were a couple of good kids.
You give them something special and they let you down, break their promises.
Forget it, Scott. Boys will be boys. Let's go and have something to eat.
Why didn't they believe us, Bob?
Why didn't they believe us?
- Tony... - What?
Nobody...
Nobody is going to find us here.
We'll never get out.
Never.
Well, that's great news, Lieutenant, great news.
Yes, sir. I have arranged for the photographs to be collected tomorrow.
Yeah, well, seems a long time to wait. Are they gonna be safe there?
Just as if they were in Fort Knox, Colonel.
Yeah, yeah, of course. We did fit a central security dome office at Densley Tracker.
That's right, sir.
And, anyway, because it is a top-secret set-up,
we put that station so far in the Australian
bush, that's the earliest we can get there.
Expecting a call?
No, sir. It's Williams from Densley Tracker.
This is Satellite HQ to Densley Tracker. Go ahead.
Lieutenant, can you hear me?
- This is an emergency. - Let me talk to him.
Williams? Colonel Jameson here.
What sort of an emergency? You've still got those photographs?
Yes, Colonel, yes.
But there's somebody trying to get in here and my boys...
Colonel, you've gotta...
Get a grip on yourself, Williams.
I want you to tell me exactly what's happening there.
Lieutenant, find out just how fast we can get some men there.
Williams, I'm waiting.
Yes, sir. Well...
I heard someone outside. I thought it was one of my sons.
So I turned on the two-way TV.
Then I saw this man out there. Never seen him before.
He started to...
well, hypnotise me, I guess.
I just managed to turn the screen off.
I'm kinda tied down.
I can't take normal security measures.
If I face him, even with a gun,
those eyes... those eyes, he...
He's outside now.
He's trying to get in.
I thought I'd let you know
that Tony and Bob must have gone home for tea, they've stopped calling.
I knew they would if we took no notice. Thanks, John.
Well?
It will take us three hours to get men there, sir.
- The fastest we can do. - Three hours?
That station is in the middle of nowhere.
Even if we tried to send help from the nearest town, it'd take them two hours.
And, bang, would go all our security.
Williams, listen to me.
We can't get help to you for several hours.
Several hours? He's practically through!
Hold out as long as you can.
If he gets in...
and you don't think you'll be able to use a gun,
destroy those photographs, burn them, anything.
But don't let him get possession.
But whatever you do,
don't destroy them until you're certain,
absolutely certain, he's through.
They're vital! And we must save them if we possibly can.
Colonel, what about International Rescue?
Well, what about them?
International Rescue made it here in 35 minutes.
They might not make it in time, but 35 minutes,
that's better than anything else.
All right, Lieutenant. I'll try and get permission.
- Keep in touch with Williams. - Very good, sir.
It's gonna come down, Tony.
It's gonna collapse. On top of us!
International Rescue. Calling International Rescue.
This is an emergency.
An emergency.
Of course, it all fits together.
These boys weren't playing. They must really be in the mine.
Yeah. Someone wanted to get them out of the way.
While he breaks in to get the secret photographs.
Right. We're not a political organisation,
but those boys are in real danger.
We can't ignore a call like this.
Scott, you go and look after Williams.
Virgil and Alan, Thunderbird 2.
You've got to get down to that mine.
- Bring those two boys out. - Right away, Father.
John will give you the final details.
All right, boys, off you go.
So, remember what I told you, Tony, Bob.
- The Thunderbirds are coming. - OK. We'll be brave.
- Won't we, Bob? - Yes, sir.
International Rescue should be there very soon, sir.
- Yeah, yeah, I know. - I was just wondering...
do you think that character at the Williams' house
could have known about the photographs?
Well, frankly, I don't know what to make of it.
Clearly, we're dealing with no ordinary thief.
And that business of the two boys trapped in the mine,
it's all too cleverly contrived.
Yeah. He went there to get his hand on these photographs.
And it looks like he'll stop at nothing.
Williams!
Hello?
What's happened? Come in, please.
Hey, there!
I'm taking her down, Alan.
Radio the base. Tell them to keep the boys talking.
- We'll home in on their walkie-talkie. - Leave it to me.
Keep talking, boys. Virgil and Alan have arrived.
They'll have you out of there in no time.
OK, Mr Tracy, but hurry.
There's not much time.
This way in looks as good as any, Virgil.
OK, Alan. You can contact the boys direct.
I'll get the equipment ready.
Tony? Bob? Are you all right?
- We're coming down now. - Sure. We're OK.
I think the roof is going to cave in!
OK, Virgil. I'll go first.
Tony, Bob, use your walkie-talkie.
It's the roof, Mr Tracy.
It's getting worse.
You'd better not come after us.
You get a reading?
11, 18, 32.
This way, Alan.
Hold it, Alan!
Let's try it now.
It's them!
- I can see their lights. - They made it!
OK, boys. Don't worry. We're soon gonna have you out of there.
Right, Virgil. While I lift this beam,
you pull the boys clear.
Well, he couldn't have stood a chance.
I guess that's the last crooked game he'll ever try to play.
Well, I'd better go and collect those photographs.
Curse those foolish boys!
Curse their stupid father!
And curse International Rescue!
Mr Tracy, I don't know what to say.
You saved the photographs, sure,
but, more than that, my sons' lives.
We're glad that we were able to. We should have known
that Tony and Bob wouldn't have broken their promise.
Scott, before we have tea, there's something Bob and I have got to show you.
Sure, Tony. You lead the way.
Dad fixed it up for us.
You have to lie on the table, Mr Tracy.
Oh, well, I'll try anything once.
OK, Bob?
Emergency, Scott! Away you go!
Gee, Mr Scott, we're sorry.
I guess you're too heavy for our emergency exit.
The things I do for International Rescue.