Thunderbirds Are Go! (2015) s01e15 Episode Script
Relic
Wow, great idea coming out here, Brains.
It's a rare opportunity, Alan.
The Leonid meteor shower is only this strong every 33 years.
And seeing those tiny carbonaceous deposits vaporise in the atmosphere always gives me a warm, happy glow.
Yeah, you said it.
I think.
You've been awfully quiet tonight, Scott.
Something on your mind? A full on meteor shower and here you are staring at the Moon.
Not that I'm surprised.
Your father was the same way before he became an astronaut.
Don't look at me, I'm not that old! I'm fine, but we may have a situation developing.
According to my readings, this meteor shower's about to become a perfect storm.
I'm showing multiple debris fields, projected to hit the far side of the Moon, right on top of Shadow Alpha One.
I checked the crew manifest.
Captain Taylor is still up there.
And he's not responding to my calls.
Five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.
Thunderbirds are go! Thunderbird 5, how long before the first meteor wave makes contact? Less than 30 minutes.
And the strikes will only get worse as the Moon orbits deeper into the debris field.
Keep trying to make contact.
Alan and I will fly Thunderbird 3 up to the station and see if the captain needs a lift.
Sweet! Thunderbirds are go! Oh, sorry.
Did you want to say that? Forget it.
Thunderbird 3 is go! Thunderbird 5, any word from Captain Taylor? Still quiet.
I went through the station's log book while you guys were gearing up.
Turns out Shadow Alpha One was decommissioned six months ago.
So, why would the captain still be up there? And since when has Lee Taylor been quiet about anything? I Can we just go back a step.
What's this guys' story? He and Dad You may be too young to remember, Alan, but Captain Taylor used to assist International Rescue when we were first staring out.
And the stories he could tell about life in space were pretty wild.
Even by Dad's standards.
Taylor literally wrote the book on lunar survival.
Problem is, that book was written a long time ago.
I have a visual on the station.
Well, no time for a landing.
Open the outer hatch and I'll drop down to the surface.
Once I'm out, move clear of the strike zone.
We can't risk our ride home getting damaged.
Remember, the gravity of the Moon is a lot less than back on Earth.
It's just a simple landing, Alan.
Commencing drop in three, two, one.
Scott, you're coming in too wide.
Don't worry, Thunderbird 3, adjusting the angle now.
(YELPS) We don't have time for this.
I'm cutting the pack.
Argh! Oh, oh, ah! Tell me again how simple the landing will be.
Oh, I miss Earth.
John, what's my time? Meteor impact in five minutes.
(OPERA MUSIC) (BLEEPING) Hmm, air seems breathable.
Looks like I'm not the only one who knows it.
(MUSIC CONTINUES) Hello? Anyone home? Captain Taylor? Ah! Yeah, I can tell.
Captain Taylor, I came to warn you, there's a massive field of meteors coming this way.
(BEEPING) I've got Thunderbird 3 standing by.
If we hurry, we can make it out.
Sir, we've got to get out of here.
And what do you make of our chances, Captain? Oh, 70 Which way? Phew! Thunderbird 3 to Shadow Alpha Base, need a lift? Negative, Thunderbird 3.
Maintain your position outside the strike zone.
Captain Taylor thinks we can take out the meteors from our current location.
And, for the moment, it looks like the only option we've got.
Yeah, but that was only the first wave.
The strikes are gonna get worse.
don't you think Alfie's given up on you? This station was decommissioned.
Why are you still trying to keep it running? (BEEPING) We may not have a choice.
The next wave is approaching.
(POWER DIES) Did we just lose the ODDM? That wave is coming in fast.
I can't move quickly enough to blast every meteor.
That doesn't sound much easier.
Base to Thunderbird 5, I could sure use some help down here.
Is there any way you can show me only the meteors that will hit the base? I've been programming an algorithm to track the Leonids debris field.
If it works, we'll be able to predict where the meteors are going to land.
I just need a signal from the surface to help triangulate the Great idea, Captain.
Let's save the introductions Gotcha! Coordinates are locked in.
Thanks, Thunderbird 5.
We've got incoming.
We've got to go now.
Thunderbird 5 to base.
Are you guys OK? I'm sorry, Captain, but it looks like Alfie's had all he can take.
We need to evacuate, but I can't risk Thunderbird 3 flying into the strike zone while those meteors are still falling.
Including a rendezvous point with Alan outside the strike zone.
When this is over, I'll write you a list.
Shadow Alpha Base to Thunderbird 3, are you there? Finally, I was starting to think everyone forgot about me.
John's transmitting new landing coordinates.
We need you ready to jet the moment our transport reaches your location.
FAB.
One amazing rescue coming up.
Thunderbird 5 to base.
Let me guess This field is bigger than the last two waves combined.
The strike zone's expanding.
And you can expect some tiny ones to arrive before the main event.
Do you call that tiny, Thunderbird 5? Ah.
Can we go through a different tunnel? Wait for Hang on, Alan, I'm tracking two life signs moving outside the base.
Scott, you're both extremely vulnerable to micro-meteor strikes out there.
A single hit could tear your suit apart.
Well, we'll try not to get hit.
Wow, that isbig.
I like them.
I like them a lot.
What's Thunderbird 3's position, Thunderbird 5? Alan's standing by and the tracking system's up and running.
You've got just under a minute before the final wave arrives.
Thanks, Thunderbird 5.
I'll drive.
Huh.
Er, I don't know what any of this does.
You know what, on second thought, it's your ride, Captain.
Does this mean we're trapped? (TYRES SCREECH) Oh, right! I'm not surprised! Impact in 10 metres.
Get ready to turn left.
Turn right.
Turn left.
Multiple fragments incoming.
There's nowhere to turn.
Captain, look o (TYRES SCREECH) Time for one heck of a kick.
Now, Captain! All right! Yeah! There's our stop, Captain.
Scott, the field is expanding.
One of the meteors is heading straight for Thunderbird 3.
Impact in 10, nine It's gonna be a close one! Could you tell me the part about powering up with the flares' ionic energy? Max hasn't heard it before.
Not tonight, Brains, it's getting late.
And you should all be resting up for your next mission.
Oh, but I haven't even told you about my rescue yet.
It can wait until morning.
Come on, off to bed.
Shoo.
Couldn't have done it without you.
Shadow Alpha One may be gone, but you'll always have a place here at International Rescue.
Sure thing, Take all the time you need.
You didn't read the list, did you? Yeah, it's five names on a piece of paper.
It's a rare opportunity, Alan.
The Leonid meteor shower is only this strong every 33 years.
And seeing those tiny carbonaceous deposits vaporise in the atmosphere always gives me a warm, happy glow.
Yeah, you said it.
I think.
You've been awfully quiet tonight, Scott.
Something on your mind? A full on meteor shower and here you are staring at the Moon.
Not that I'm surprised.
Your father was the same way before he became an astronaut.
Don't look at me, I'm not that old! I'm fine, but we may have a situation developing.
According to my readings, this meteor shower's about to become a perfect storm.
I'm showing multiple debris fields, projected to hit the far side of the Moon, right on top of Shadow Alpha One.
I checked the crew manifest.
Captain Taylor is still up there.
And he's not responding to my calls.
Five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.
Thunderbirds are go! Thunderbird 5, how long before the first meteor wave makes contact? Less than 30 minutes.
And the strikes will only get worse as the Moon orbits deeper into the debris field.
Keep trying to make contact.
Alan and I will fly Thunderbird 3 up to the station and see if the captain needs a lift.
Sweet! Thunderbirds are go! Oh, sorry.
Did you want to say that? Forget it.
Thunderbird 3 is go! Thunderbird 5, any word from Captain Taylor? Still quiet.
I went through the station's log book while you guys were gearing up.
Turns out Shadow Alpha One was decommissioned six months ago.
So, why would the captain still be up there? And since when has Lee Taylor been quiet about anything? I Can we just go back a step.
What's this guys' story? He and Dad You may be too young to remember, Alan, but Captain Taylor used to assist International Rescue when we were first staring out.
And the stories he could tell about life in space were pretty wild.
Even by Dad's standards.
Taylor literally wrote the book on lunar survival.
Problem is, that book was written a long time ago.
I have a visual on the station.
Well, no time for a landing.
Open the outer hatch and I'll drop down to the surface.
Once I'm out, move clear of the strike zone.
We can't risk our ride home getting damaged.
Remember, the gravity of the Moon is a lot less than back on Earth.
It's just a simple landing, Alan.
Commencing drop in three, two, one.
Scott, you're coming in too wide.
Don't worry, Thunderbird 3, adjusting the angle now.
(YELPS) We don't have time for this.
I'm cutting the pack.
Argh! Oh, oh, ah! Tell me again how simple the landing will be.
Oh, I miss Earth.
John, what's my time? Meteor impact in five minutes.
(OPERA MUSIC) (BLEEPING) Hmm, air seems breathable.
Looks like I'm not the only one who knows it.
(MUSIC CONTINUES) Hello? Anyone home? Captain Taylor? Ah! Yeah, I can tell.
Captain Taylor, I came to warn you, there's a massive field of meteors coming this way.
(BEEPING) I've got Thunderbird 3 standing by.
If we hurry, we can make it out.
Sir, we've got to get out of here.
And what do you make of our chances, Captain? Oh, 70 Which way? Phew! Thunderbird 3 to Shadow Alpha Base, need a lift? Negative, Thunderbird 3.
Maintain your position outside the strike zone.
Captain Taylor thinks we can take out the meteors from our current location.
And, for the moment, it looks like the only option we've got.
Yeah, but that was only the first wave.
The strikes are gonna get worse.
don't you think Alfie's given up on you? This station was decommissioned.
Why are you still trying to keep it running? (BEEPING) We may not have a choice.
The next wave is approaching.
(POWER DIES) Did we just lose the ODDM? That wave is coming in fast.
I can't move quickly enough to blast every meteor.
That doesn't sound much easier.
Base to Thunderbird 5, I could sure use some help down here.
Is there any way you can show me only the meteors that will hit the base? I've been programming an algorithm to track the Leonids debris field.
If it works, we'll be able to predict where the meteors are going to land.
I just need a signal from the surface to help triangulate the Great idea, Captain.
Let's save the introductions Gotcha! Coordinates are locked in.
Thanks, Thunderbird 5.
We've got incoming.
We've got to go now.
Thunderbird 5 to base.
Are you guys OK? I'm sorry, Captain, but it looks like Alfie's had all he can take.
We need to evacuate, but I can't risk Thunderbird 3 flying into the strike zone while those meteors are still falling.
Including a rendezvous point with Alan outside the strike zone.
When this is over, I'll write you a list.
Shadow Alpha Base to Thunderbird 3, are you there? Finally, I was starting to think everyone forgot about me.
John's transmitting new landing coordinates.
We need you ready to jet the moment our transport reaches your location.
FAB.
One amazing rescue coming up.
Thunderbird 5 to base.
Let me guess This field is bigger than the last two waves combined.
The strike zone's expanding.
And you can expect some tiny ones to arrive before the main event.
Do you call that tiny, Thunderbird 5? Ah.
Can we go through a different tunnel? Wait for Hang on, Alan, I'm tracking two life signs moving outside the base.
Scott, you're both extremely vulnerable to micro-meteor strikes out there.
A single hit could tear your suit apart.
Well, we'll try not to get hit.
Wow, that isbig.
I like them.
I like them a lot.
What's Thunderbird 3's position, Thunderbird 5? Alan's standing by and the tracking system's up and running.
You've got just under a minute before the final wave arrives.
Thanks, Thunderbird 5.
I'll drive.
Huh.
Er, I don't know what any of this does.
You know what, on second thought, it's your ride, Captain.
Does this mean we're trapped? (TYRES SCREECH) Oh, right! I'm not surprised! Impact in 10 metres.
Get ready to turn left.
Turn right.
Turn left.
Multiple fragments incoming.
There's nowhere to turn.
Captain, look o (TYRES SCREECH) Time for one heck of a kick.
Now, Captain! All right! Yeah! There's our stop, Captain.
Scott, the field is expanding.
One of the meteors is heading straight for Thunderbird 3.
Impact in 10, nine It's gonna be a close one! Could you tell me the part about powering up with the flares' ionic energy? Max hasn't heard it before.
Not tonight, Brains, it's getting late.
And you should all be resting up for your next mission.
Oh, but I haven't even told you about my rescue yet.
It can wait until morning.
Come on, off to bed.
Shoo.
Couldn't have done it without you.
Shadow Alpha One may be gone, but you'll always have a place here at International Rescue.
Sure thing, Take all the time you need.
You didn't read the list, did you? Yeah, it's five names on a piece of paper.