'Thunderbirds are go!'
Oh, where am I? I must have fallen over.
The ledge broke my fall. Oh, my leg!
My leg, it hurts!
Gotta get help!
GOTTA get help!
I made it!
Calling International Rescue... Calling International Rescue!
'Calling International Rescue. Fallen off cliff.
'Think my leg's broken.'
A ledge stopped my fall. Can you hear me, International Rescue?
- 'Please save me.' - We're here. Are you receiving me?
'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 boy - Australian.' - Where was he?
'I couldn't ask - he was only transmitting.
'He said he was on a ledge and couldn't move. He sounded scared.'
- What do you think, Scott? - If only we knew the location...
'Fortunately, I could get a fix on him to within a mile.'
Near enough. OK, Scott. On your way.
Right.
You'll get directions later.
Australia, here I come!
Right, John. Scott's on his way.
'I'm worried about that kid. He could panic and fall.'
If he transmits again you can get a better fix.
Meanwhile, we're on our way.
Oh, gee! It'll soon be dark.
I should've been found by now.
Help!
International Rescue...
'I shall be in sight of the rescue zone in three minutes from now.'
- Try and locate him on the scanner. - 'Will do.'
Hey!
Thunderbird 1 here. I've spotted him!
- How is he? - 'He looks fit enough.
'He's on his feet, waving at me.'
International Rescue!
Boy, they saved me!
- Gonna need any help? - 'No. I'm going to land.'
You arrived just in time. What can I say? You've saved my life.
That's OK, sonny. We do it all the time.
Yeah, but surely you'll take a reward?
We don't take money! We just save people.
We only ask one thing - don't try to follow me when I leave.
Our base is secret. And please, no photographs.
Well, now I've seen everything!
So you never did need rescuing! Someone had better explain!
I'm sorry.
- It's my all fault. - Don't blame yourself, Dad.
You must realise that while we dealt with THIS,
someone else could have died.
We realise how serious this is, and I'm not making excuses,
but see it from the boys' point of view.
Since their mother died, I've had to be both parents.
Well, life's dreary here for two lively boys!
I try to make it up to them.
I made them walkie-talkies,
but I'm busy at the weather station, and they amuse themselves.
- We always play at Thunderbirds! - It's our best game!
You and the other members of your organisation
are their heroes, Mr Tracy.
Well...this IS a serious matter.
I understand the situation, but this could have had tragic results.
Gee, we really are sorry, Mr Tracy.
- What are you going to do to us?
- I'll tell you what I've decided.
- I'll take you on a trip. - A trip?
Yes. If it's OK with your dad,
I'll take you to our base to see what trouble a false alarm causes.
It can't be true! It can't be true!
Dad! You've got to let us go! Wow! We're gonna ride in Thunderbird 1!
- You boys OK? - Sure, Mr Tracy!
Wow! This is great!
Hold tight, then. We're on our way.
Very good, boys. I just wanted to see that you were all up to scratch.
With two such admirers as Tony and Bob coming, we must be on our toes.
Er...Thunderbird ETA...two minutes, Mr Tracy.
Thank you, Brains. I want you to give these boys a warm welcome.
- Is that clear? - Yes, Father.
Nearly there. You know the drill.
- Sure. - We understand.
International Rescue is a top secret project and it must stay that way.
The wrong guys would like to get their hands on our secrets
- OK, Scott. We're ready. - You can take her down now.
Oh, Mrs Tracy! There's enough food to feed an army!
An army maybe. Two growing youngsters I'm not so sure!
Mmm... Coming along nicely.
You really can cook, Grandma.
I hope I'm not out of practice!
The trouble with living on a secret base is we don't get many visitors.
Where are the boys now?
Uncle Alan is taking them on a grand tour in the monocar.
Will you take a look at that! Where are we now?
(Alan ) These are vehicles that we use on rescue operations.
Of course, they're just minor craft.
You'll soon see something much more impressive.
- Well, this is Thunderbird 3 bay. - Hey, that's some spaceship!
I bet only Scott can pilot that one!
Well, actually...
I take control of the spaceship.
You mean you control it by yourself?
I do take Scott with me as a rule, just to keep me on course.
(Scott) 'Pardon the intrusion, sir,
'but would you tell the boys lunch is ready...
Too much, eh, Tin Tin? We only just had enough!
- Feeling better, boys? - Gee, it's the best meal I ever had.
What did you think of the base?
It was super! I wish I lived here.
We know why we need a good reason to call you.
(Jeff) It was worthwhile, then.
You fellas have been privileged, coming to a secret base like this.
That's why we made you wear those blindfolds.
We'd better get you home. I'll hand over to Thunderbird 2. Virgil?
- Yes, sir!
- It's been great having you here.
- Thank YOU, sir. - Goodbye, everyone!
(All) So long, fellas! Goodbye! Bye!
I'll take you to the passenger chute.
And don't forget fooling with distress calls!
- Away you go, Virgil. - Right.
Boy!
Here we go, boys!
- Thanks for letting me bring them. - That's OK.
When we don't have time for things like that, it'll be a sad day.
Things like that won't do any harm.
INTERNATIONAL RESCUE ANSWER FALSE ALARM
Well, we certainly made the news, Bob!
It's a good photo of the house!
- Where's Dad? - In his office, I think.
Let's show him this! He hasn't seen the papers yet.
I think that's enough for today. I wonder what those boys are up to?
Dad! Dad!
- Look what it says in the paper! - What's this? What's this?!
Read that! We're famous!
I see.
"..Resident at Charity Springs..."
It's a pity the press got hold of this.
Someone might start to suspect things.
A weather station. A likely story!
This could be just what I've been looking for!
And now it is within my reach!
Who'd have thought that International Rescue
would be the ones to lead me to it!
Perhaps I should send them some of the profits
I shall make from their secret!
Spy satellite Alpha-Two-Zero nearing the Australian coast, sir.
Thanks, Sergeant.
This is Satellite HQ to Densley Tracker.
Densley Tracker, come in, please.
Satellite HQ from Densley Tracker. I am now on standby.
Alpha-Two-Zero is coming up to you.
The radio photographs of this orbit are now coming up to you.
'Message received.'
All systems are functioning. Over and out.
My turn to rescue you. Where are you going?
The old mine at Densley Hill.
Mmm... A job for Thunderbird 2. OK.
Give me half an hour. I'll be ready by then.
Right. 3O minutes it is.
Dad? Dad...? Are you in the darkroom?
- 'Hi, Dad.' - Hello, Bob.
I'm busy in the darkroom. I won't be out for a couple of hours.
- 'We're just going out to play.' - International Rescue?
- 'Yeah, sure.' - I see.
Don't forget - keep your radios off.
Of course we will, Dad.
We know better than that. We're not kids!
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.
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 d'you know that? - I saw your picture in the papers.
Yeah, that's right... You've got a brother, haven't you?
- Yeah, Bob. - Of course...Bob.
He's coming to find me. I'm looking for a 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. - Who are you?
I'm surveying this place for the Government.
Sure, I did tell Tony you could play here,
but...well, it's too dangerous.
- You'd better both go home. - Yeah. Yeah, OK.
- Is your father at home, Bob? - Dad? Yeah... Why?
I may have to go and see him, that's all. He is alone, isn't he?
Yeah. Dad won't have visitors in the house. He may not even see YOU.
I'll try not to bother him if he's working.
Oh, he's working all right - in the darkroom.
- What's the darkroom? - Oh, I don't know exactly.
Dad won't let us go in.
He's got equipment that breaks easily.
- Did Tony go in there? - He did.
Where exactly in the house is this...darkroom?
- Well, I'll just go and get Tony. - Hey, come back!
Oh, well.
I expect I shall 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's off! Tony!
Bob! I'm down here!
- Ah, this is the life!
- Don't get too comfortable.
Tin Tin's right.
Whenever we put our feet up, we get an emergency call.
Well, if we get one, let's give it to Tony and Bob!
(Tin Tin ) Yes!
That sounds great, Williams.
Those photographs could show what we've been looking for.
- We'll collect them tomorrow. - 'That's what I wanted to hear.'
Once this is over, I'll be posted back to my old job.
I'll see more of the kids then.
- 'You bet.' - Over and out.
(Williams) 'Hey! You!'
'What do you think you're doing in here?'
'I said... W-what are you...'
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 really IS an emergency!
Calling International Rescue! International Rescue!
- 'International Rescue!' - International Rescue here. Over.
'Oh, boy! Look, you've got to come!'
This guy tricked us into the mine.
When we were in, he threw in a bomb!
Hey, wait a minute! Is that Tony and Bob?
'Yes!' We told you not to involve us in games!
This time it's true! YOU tell him!
We really are trapped down a mine, mister. Please listen. Please!
'Fantastic as their story was, they had me believing it at times.'
Thanks for reporting it. How do you like that?!
A man tricking two kids into a mine, then throwing in a bomb.
Then John says he started to believe them!
When kids play games, they really believe them.
I remember YOU as youngsters.
I thought they were good kids!
Give them something special and they let you down!
Forget it - boys will be boys. Let's eat.
WHY didn't they believe us, Bob? WHY didn't they believe us?!
- Tony... - What?
Nobody... Nobody's gonna find us here!
We'll never get out!
Never!
Well, that's great news, Lieutenant. Great news.
The photographs will be collected tomorrow.
Seems a long time to wait.
- Are they safe there? - As safe as in Fort Knox.
Yeah. We did fit a central security dome office there, didn't we?
Yes, sir. Anyway, that station's so far into the Australian bush,
that's the earliest we can get there.
DENSLEY TRACKER
- Expecting a call? - It's Williams from Densley Tracker.
'Satellite HQ to Densley Tracker. Go ahead.'
- Can you hear me? It's an emergency!
- Let ME talk.
'Williams, Colonel Jameson here. What sort of emergency?'
- You've still got those photographs? - 'Yes.'
But someone's trying to get in! And my boys!
- You've gotta... - 'Get a grip on yourself!'
I want you to tell me exactly what's happening.
Lieutenant, see how fast we can get men there.
Yes, sir. Williams, I'm waiting.
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 hypnotise me. 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...
He's outside!
He's trying to get in!
'I think Tony and Bob must have gone home.
- 'They've stopped calling.' - That's because we took no notice.
It'll take three hours to get men there.
- We can't do it any faster. - Three hours!
Even help sent from the nearest town
would take two hours to get there, and bang would go our security.
Williams, listen.
- 'We can't get to you for hours.' - He's practically through!
Hold out as long as you can. If he gets in and you can't use a gun,
destroy those photographs, anyhow, but don't let him get possession!
But whatever you do, don't destroy them
until you're absolutely certain he's through.
'They are vital, and we must save them if we possibly can!'
Colonel, what about International Rescue?
- What about them? - They got here in 35 minutes.
Even that might not be in time,
'but it's better than anything else.'
OK, I'll get permission. Keep in touch with Williams.
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!
It all fits! Those boys weren't playing.
They must really be in the mine.
- Someone wants them out of the way!
- While HE gets the secret photos!
We're not a political organisation, but those boys are in real danger.
- Scott... - Yes?
Look after Williams. Virgil and Alan - Thunderbird 2.
Get to that mine,
- and bring those boys out. - Right.
John will give you details later. Off you go.
Remember what I said, Tony, Bob -
- 'the Thunderbirds are coming!' - OK!
- We'll be brave, won't we, Bob? - Yes, sir!
International Rescue will be there soon. I was just wondering...
Could that man at the Williams house have known about the photos?
Frankly, I don't know what to make of it. This is no ordinary thief.
And those boys trapped in the mine -
it's all too cleverly contrived.
Yeah, he went there to get the photos,
and it looks like he'll stop at nothing!
Williams!
'Hello?
'What's happened? Come in, please!
'Come in, please!'
Hey, there!
Taking you down, Alan. Get base to keep the boys talking.
We'll home in on their walkie-talkies.
(Gordon ) 'Keep talking, boys. Virgil and Alan have arrived.
You'll be out soon!'
OK, Mr Tracy, but there's not much time!
This way in is as good as any.
OK, contact the boys. I'll get the equipment.
Tony, Bob, are you all right?
- 'We're coming down now.' - Sure, we're OK.
The roof's gonna cave in!
OK, Virgil. I'll go first.
- Tony, Bob! Use your walkie-talkie! - It's the roof! It's giving way!
You'd better not come after us!
- Can 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 light!
They made it!
OK, boys. We'll soon have you out.
While I lift this beam, you pull the boys clear, Virgil.
He couldn't have had a chance! It's the last crooked game HE'LL play!
Well, I'd better go and collect those photographs.
Curse those foolish boys! Curse their stupid father!
And curse International Rescue!
Mr Tracy, you saved the photographs, but, more than that,
you saved my sons' lives!
I should have known the boys wouldn't have broken their promise.
Before tea there's something Bob and I have got to show you!
You lead the way!
SHUTE RELES THUNDERBIRD-2
(Bob) 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!
You must be too heavy for our emergency exit!
The things I do for International Rescue!