Thunderbirds Are Go! (2015) s02e09 Episode Script
Impact
[MUSIC.]
[BEEPING.]
[GRUNTING AND THUMPING.]
- Lucky shot.
- That wasn't luck, that was skill.
- But then, you're a good teacher.
- That's uh nice, I mean, of you.
EOS: Excuse me, John, I have detected an anomaly in space that will require your attention, assuming you've finished exercising with Captain O' Bannon.
Mm.
I'll leave you two alone.
Same time next week? Sure.
Only next time I won't go so easy on you.
Said the man who's down four games to one.
OK, EOS, show me that anomaly.
EOS: This comet has a diameter of 330m and a mass of 40 million metric tonnes.
Yes, I studied it in college.
It's supposed to miss Earth by millions of miles.
EOS: However, it has apparently changed trajectory.
And the probability of a collision with Earth is now 100%.
What could knock a comet that far off course? EOS, zoom in closer.
Come in, Tracy Island, we have a situation.
- Ugh, you always say that.
- Move.
Go on, John.
There's a comet heading right for Earth and it shouldn't be.
Something the mechanic cooked up? Good guess, but no.
Huh? Langstrom Fishler! Five four three two one.
[THRUSTERS.]
[TITLE MUSIC.]
Thunderbirds Are Go.
2x09 - "Impact" I go down a tube backwards and you get a comfy chair? Nobody said gear-ups were fair, Virgil.
[MUSIC.]
ALAN: Thunderbird 3 is go.
- Any luck tracking down Fishler? - Not yet.
That guy changes addresses more often than I change socks.
Ah! Found him.
Connecting now.
[PHONE RINGS.]
Hello! This is Langstrom Fishler.
Inventor and visionary! - And this is International Rescue.
- Ah, yes, so it is.
Fishler, didn't the GDF tear up your space operations permit? Well, yes, but I think you'll find that that only applies to me personally going into space.
Nothing there to keep me operating something "remotely.
" [LAUGHS.]
[GROANS.]
- So you stuck a rocket on a comet? - Brilliant, isn't it? I'm going to bring that comet into Earth's orbit and mine it for frozen water.
I'll be helping countless people! And making a tidy profit too.
No, you won't.
Because that comet isn't going to orbit Earth, - it's going to bash right into it.
- Oh, nonsense! I've calculated this trajectory to the last millimetre.
In fact, I was just about to make one final tinsy course correction.
I can't begin to describe how much that worries me.
Oh, of course it would, Mr Worrypants.
All right, and three, two, one.
[ALARM.]
Ooh.
- "Impressive.
" - Oh, well, I'm sure it's nothing.
Probably actually just a minor fractalisation of the uh turbo and carbulator system.
- Did he just make that up? - Yes, he did.
Argh.
Oh, anyway, it's not like it can do any harm.
It's just a little ball of water and rock.
No, it's a really big ball of water and rock.
And it's going to cause massive destruction when it hits.
I'll get back to you on that.
John is right.
We do have a situation.
[MUSIC.]
What are our options? We could try to steer the comet away from Earth.
Yeah, because we've seen how well that's worked for Fishler! Ah, yes, point taken.
I say we blast it to bits.
Any dust that is left will just burn up in the atmosphere.
I've loaded up enough demolition charges to do the job.
Wait, you put explosives on my ship? Alan, you fly a rocket, it's already an explosive.
Hm.
Point taken.
- Agreed.
Let's blow the thing up.
- Here's how it will work.
First, Thunderbird 3 grabs the comet's nucleus with the grappling arms and drills a hole all the way to the comet's core.
Next, I stick an explosive charge into the centre of it.
Then it's kaboom, bye-bye, comet.
Simple enough.
Engaging grappling arms.
Closer, almost got it.
Engaged.
Good work.
Now start drilling.
OK, big fella, as my dentist says, "This won't hurt a bit.
" A-ha! No wonder the rocket didn't fire these wires were all higgledy, piggledy.
Argh! Fishler's started his rocket again! We're losing our grip on the comet.
[BEEPING.]
Hang on! Thunderbird 3, what is your status? Thunderbird 3, do you copy? Ah, this is Thunderbird 3.
It was a rough ride.
But thanks to Alan, we're OK.
Which is more than Fishler is going to be when I'm done with him! Yeah, we would have finished the job by now if he hadn't butted in.
Fishler, what have you done? Well, after our little chat, I decided to give the comet another push.
Now it will just bounce off the atmosphere and fly away into space.
No, it won't.
The comet is still going to enter Earth's atmosphere, but now it will crash into Global 1 on its way.
Ah, right, yes.
"Global 1.
" - Heh Which is? - A new space station, which is now directly in the path of that comet! I'll get back to you on that.
Something must be done about that man.
I know, but first things first Hey, how about Virgil and I forget about the comet, zip back and just move Global 1 out of the way? Better you two stay on task and blow up the comet.
- And Fishler's rocket.
- Especially Fishler's rocket.
OK, so what do you say we go grab that comet by the tail? JOHN: Meanwhile, I'll break the news to Global 1.
OK, John, keep us informed.
Global 1, this is International Rescue.
Already calling for a rematch? No.
It's about something else.
- Ridley, you may wanna sit down.
- Not so easy in zero gravity.
OK.
You have my attention.
Good because all of you on Global 1 are in terrible danger.
- This is going to be a close one.
- Isn't it always? [MUSIC.]
All hands, abandon ship! This is not a drill.
[ALARM BEEPS.]
MAN: Shuttle 1, away.
2, away.
MAN: 3, away.
RIDLEY: And the shuttles are clear.
Good.
If the comet hits, at least no-one's on board.
Well, yeah.
About that - O' Bannon, exactly where are you? - On Global 1.
But you told the crew to abandon ship.
I did.
And they did.
Only the last shuttlecraft was short one seat.
Besides, I thought you could use a hand with the towing operation.
- What towing operation? - John, I did the calculations, my manoeuvring jets aren't powerful enough to push Global 1 out of the way in time.
So I'm counting on you to save the space station.
Ridley, I'm not a tugboat captain, I rescue people.
OK, I'm people.
Rescue me.
EOS, lateral thrusters to full.
John, what are you doing? Trying to save Captain O'Bannon's life.
Oh, well, then, carry on.
Using Thunderbird 5?! That's the general idea.
John, come on, if things don't go your way, we could lose Global 1, Thunderbird 5, and you.
Love to hear about a better plan.
I've never seen John behave so imp-pulsively.
That's one word for it.
Hello.
Fishler here.
Just been brainstorming.
About that space station, what if you built - an enormous badminton racket? - A what? Then, and now hear me out, you take it up in one of your fancy ships, give the comet a whack and voilá! Game, set, and match! We'll get back to you on that.
I repeat, something must be done about that man.
Already working on it.
Or rather Kayo is.
Oh! The nerve of him, hanging up on me! [KNOCK ON DOOR.]
Oh, get that, will you? That will be my yummy lunch I ordered.
It's OK, I'll let myself in.
[SIGHS.]
Pay for that, will you uh Ketteridge? - [SIGHS.]
It's - Kinnear.
[GROANS.]
You know my name! I know lots of things.
Bye, bye.
[SNIGGERS.]
Where's my food? Uh wrong address.
Oh, well, I hope you didn't give a tip.
[POWER DOWN.]
Oh, now what?! I've uploaded the Disrupter Virus into Fishler's system.
He won't be "helping" any more.
Good work, Kayo.
OK, grab the comet and try not to get hit by that rocket.
Yeah, because that would definitely leave a mark.
Yah! This time, for sure.
Argh! This is like using a power drill on a fairy cake, it just peels away.
Yeah, comet nuclei are an amalgam of rock, ice, and frozen gas.
Like you said, fairy cake.
I don't suppose you can glue your explosive to the surface of that thing and let it rip? Nope.
We have to bury it right in the centre, anything else and the comet will just break up into several slightly smaller comets.
I was afraid you'd say that.
EOS: Thunderbird 5 is now aligned with Global 1.
[SIGHS.]
Thank you, EOS.
However, our fuel reserves are down by 48%.
- Thank you, EOS.
- I just thought you should know.
- O'Bannon, I'm here.
- RIDLEY: I noticed.
That was some entrance.
I'm sending a pod down for you.
How about you send that mooring claw instead? There may not be time to pull Global 1 clear of the comet.
I'll rescue you first, then we can try.
No.
It's like we discussed save me, save my station.
Package deal.
Ridley, be reasonable.
John, this is my command and I am not about to abandon it.
Would you give up Thunderbird 5 if the boot were on the other foot? [SIGHS.]
Score one for you, Captain.
Engaging mooring claw.
Uh John, no pressure or anything, but we're headed your way, and fast.
- Confirming collar lock.
- And Thunderbird 5 is go.
There must be a way to dig deeper.
Yeah, if we back out and ram it.
- [LAUGHS.]
Which is what you want to do.
- Mm-hm.
[GROANS.]
This one is going to hurt a little.
[GROANING.]
Nice work.
The ship is still in one piece.
Yep, that's more than I can say.
OK, this time, slow down the drill, low speed, high torque.
See, that's why you always aced your physics tests.
John, according to my calculations Oh, blast it all! Just go faster! - I'm giving her all I've got.
- RIDLEY: Maybe I can help.
- How? - I'll manually trigger the station's jets.
Alone, they weren't enough to push Global 1 clear.
But combined with Thunderbird 5's thrusters, they might make the difference.
Great.
And the manual controls are where, exactly? Well, that's the bad news.
Oh! JOHN: Ridley, what are you doing? Using some of those Zero-G Handball tricks you taught me.
[MUSIC.]
Just like climbing a set of monkey bars.
If the monkey bars are 22,000 miles high.
John, don't help.
Oh, this should be interesting.
[MUSIC.]
Oh, hand rail.
Where's the hand rail?! This will do.
Argh! I've lost visual.
Ridley, where are you? Do you copy? I'm here, John.
It's working.
EOS: John, debris from the comet is crossing the orbit of Global 1.
Prepare for impact.
Prepare for impact.
Ridley, watch out! [MUSIC.]
Oh! John.
[GRUNTS.]
I can't move.
John.
Are you there? John? We have to stop meeting like this.
Come on.
[GRUNTS.]
[SIGHS.]
First one back to Thunderbird 5 wins.
BRAINS: John, there's another wave of debris heading your way.
[GRUNTS.]
We know! We know.
Argh! Argh! Argh! Whoa! Argh! Did I see Thunderbird 3 sticking out of that comet? Yes, and they've just hit the upper edge of the atmosphere.
Virgil, Alan, disengage! The comet is starting to burn up.
What do you mean, "starting to"? We've just reached the centre of the comet nucleus.
I'm inserting the explosives.
Set in the energy yield, check.
Locking the detonator, and check.
- OK, we're ready to rock and roll.
- This is us leaving.
- Except our grappling arms won't retract.
- What? I'm not thrilled about it myself! Thunderbird 3, do you read me? Thunderbird 3 Virgil, Alan [SIGHS.]
Much better.
- You gonna blow that up or what? - F-A-B.
[SIGHS.]
They did it! I never doubted them for a moment.
[MUSIC.]
You up for another game of handball? I thought you'd never ask.
- You're not gonna let me win this time, are you? - Not a chance.
[BEEPING.]
[GRUNTING AND THUMPING.]
- Lucky shot.
- That wasn't luck, that was skill.
- But then, you're a good teacher.
- That's uh nice, I mean, of you.
EOS: Excuse me, John, I have detected an anomaly in space that will require your attention, assuming you've finished exercising with Captain O' Bannon.
Mm.
I'll leave you two alone.
Same time next week? Sure.
Only next time I won't go so easy on you.
Said the man who's down four games to one.
OK, EOS, show me that anomaly.
EOS: This comet has a diameter of 330m and a mass of 40 million metric tonnes.
Yes, I studied it in college.
It's supposed to miss Earth by millions of miles.
EOS: However, it has apparently changed trajectory.
And the probability of a collision with Earth is now 100%.
What could knock a comet that far off course? EOS, zoom in closer.
Come in, Tracy Island, we have a situation.
- Ugh, you always say that.
- Move.
Go on, John.
There's a comet heading right for Earth and it shouldn't be.
Something the mechanic cooked up? Good guess, but no.
Huh? Langstrom Fishler! Five four three two one.
[THRUSTERS.]
[TITLE MUSIC.]
Thunderbirds Are Go.
2x09 - "Impact" I go down a tube backwards and you get a comfy chair? Nobody said gear-ups were fair, Virgil.
[MUSIC.]
ALAN: Thunderbird 3 is go.
- Any luck tracking down Fishler? - Not yet.
That guy changes addresses more often than I change socks.
Ah! Found him.
Connecting now.
[PHONE RINGS.]
Hello! This is Langstrom Fishler.
Inventor and visionary! - And this is International Rescue.
- Ah, yes, so it is.
Fishler, didn't the GDF tear up your space operations permit? Well, yes, but I think you'll find that that only applies to me personally going into space.
Nothing there to keep me operating something "remotely.
" [LAUGHS.]
[GROANS.]
- So you stuck a rocket on a comet? - Brilliant, isn't it? I'm going to bring that comet into Earth's orbit and mine it for frozen water.
I'll be helping countless people! And making a tidy profit too.
No, you won't.
Because that comet isn't going to orbit Earth, - it's going to bash right into it.
- Oh, nonsense! I've calculated this trajectory to the last millimetre.
In fact, I was just about to make one final tinsy course correction.
I can't begin to describe how much that worries me.
Oh, of course it would, Mr Worrypants.
All right, and three, two, one.
[ALARM.]
Ooh.
- "Impressive.
" - Oh, well, I'm sure it's nothing.
Probably actually just a minor fractalisation of the uh turbo and carbulator system.
- Did he just make that up? - Yes, he did.
Argh.
Oh, anyway, it's not like it can do any harm.
It's just a little ball of water and rock.
No, it's a really big ball of water and rock.
And it's going to cause massive destruction when it hits.
I'll get back to you on that.
John is right.
We do have a situation.
[MUSIC.]
What are our options? We could try to steer the comet away from Earth.
Yeah, because we've seen how well that's worked for Fishler! Ah, yes, point taken.
I say we blast it to bits.
Any dust that is left will just burn up in the atmosphere.
I've loaded up enough demolition charges to do the job.
Wait, you put explosives on my ship? Alan, you fly a rocket, it's already an explosive.
Hm.
Point taken.
- Agreed.
Let's blow the thing up.
- Here's how it will work.
First, Thunderbird 3 grabs the comet's nucleus with the grappling arms and drills a hole all the way to the comet's core.
Next, I stick an explosive charge into the centre of it.
Then it's kaboom, bye-bye, comet.
Simple enough.
Engaging grappling arms.
Closer, almost got it.
Engaged.
Good work.
Now start drilling.
OK, big fella, as my dentist says, "This won't hurt a bit.
" A-ha! No wonder the rocket didn't fire these wires were all higgledy, piggledy.
Argh! Fishler's started his rocket again! We're losing our grip on the comet.
[BEEPING.]
Hang on! Thunderbird 3, what is your status? Thunderbird 3, do you copy? Ah, this is Thunderbird 3.
It was a rough ride.
But thanks to Alan, we're OK.
Which is more than Fishler is going to be when I'm done with him! Yeah, we would have finished the job by now if he hadn't butted in.
Fishler, what have you done? Well, after our little chat, I decided to give the comet another push.
Now it will just bounce off the atmosphere and fly away into space.
No, it won't.
The comet is still going to enter Earth's atmosphere, but now it will crash into Global 1 on its way.
Ah, right, yes.
"Global 1.
" - Heh Which is? - A new space station, which is now directly in the path of that comet! I'll get back to you on that.
Something must be done about that man.
I know, but first things first Hey, how about Virgil and I forget about the comet, zip back and just move Global 1 out of the way? Better you two stay on task and blow up the comet.
- And Fishler's rocket.
- Especially Fishler's rocket.
OK, so what do you say we go grab that comet by the tail? JOHN: Meanwhile, I'll break the news to Global 1.
OK, John, keep us informed.
Global 1, this is International Rescue.
Already calling for a rematch? No.
It's about something else.
- Ridley, you may wanna sit down.
- Not so easy in zero gravity.
OK.
You have my attention.
Good because all of you on Global 1 are in terrible danger.
- This is going to be a close one.
- Isn't it always? [MUSIC.]
All hands, abandon ship! This is not a drill.
[ALARM BEEPS.]
MAN: Shuttle 1, away.
2, away.
MAN: 3, away.
RIDLEY: And the shuttles are clear.
Good.
If the comet hits, at least no-one's on board.
Well, yeah.
About that - O' Bannon, exactly where are you? - On Global 1.
But you told the crew to abandon ship.
I did.
And they did.
Only the last shuttlecraft was short one seat.
Besides, I thought you could use a hand with the towing operation.
- What towing operation? - John, I did the calculations, my manoeuvring jets aren't powerful enough to push Global 1 out of the way in time.
So I'm counting on you to save the space station.
Ridley, I'm not a tugboat captain, I rescue people.
OK, I'm people.
Rescue me.
EOS, lateral thrusters to full.
John, what are you doing? Trying to save Captain O'Bannon's life.
Oh, well, then, carry on.
Using Thunderbird 5?! That's the general idea.
John, come on, if things don't go your way, we could lose Global 1, Thunderbird 5, and you.
Love to hear about a better plan.
I've never seen John behave so imp-pulsively.
That's one word for it.
Hello.
Fishler here.
Just been brainstorming.
About that space station, what if you built - an enormous badminton racket? - A what? Then, and now hear me out, you take it up in one of your fancy ships, give the comet a whack and voilá! Game, set, and match! We'll get back to you on that.
I repeat, something must be done about that man.
Already working on it.
Or rather Kayo is.
Oh! The nerve of him, hanging up on me! [KNOCK ON DOOR.]
Oh, get that, will you? That will be my yummy lunch I ordered.
It's OK, I'll let myself in.
[SIGHS.]
Pay for that, will you uh Ketteridge? - [SIGHS.]
It's - Kinnear.
[GROANS.]
You know my name! I know lots of things.
Bye, bye.
[SNIGGERS.]
Where's my food? Uh wrong address.
Oh, well, I hope you didn't give a tip.
[POWER DOWN.]
Oh, now what?! I've uploaded the Disrupter Virus into Fishler's system.
He won't be "helping" any more.
Good work, Kayo.
OK, grab the comet and try not to get hit by that rocket.
Yeah, because that would definitely leave a mark.
Yah! This time, for sure.
Argh! This is like using a power drill on a fairy cake, it just peels away.
Yeah, comet nuclei are an amalgam of rock, ice, and frozen gas.
Like you said, fairy cake.
I don't suppose you can glue your explosive to the surface of that thing and let it rip? Nope.
We have to bury it right in the centre, anything else and the comet will just break up into several slightly smaller comets.
I was afraid you'd say that.
EOS: Thunderbird 5 is now aligned with Global 1.
[SIGHS.]
Thank you, EOS.
However, our fuel reserves are down by 48%.
- Thank you, EOS.
- I just thought you should know.
- O'Bannon, I'm here.
- RIDLEY: I noticed.
That was some entrance.
I'm sending a pod down for you.
How about you send that mooring claw instead? There may not be time to pull Global 1 clear of the comet.
I'll rescue you first, then we can try.
No.
It's like we discussed save me, save my station.
Package deal.
Ridley, be reasonable.
John, this is my command and I am not about to abandon it.
Would you give up Thunderbird 5 if the boot were on the other foot? [SIGHS.]
Score one for you, Captain.
Engaging mooring claw.
Uh John, no pressure or anything, but we're headed your way, and fast.
- Confirming collar lock.
- And Thunderbird 5 is go.
There must be a way to dig deeper.
Yeah, if we back out and ram it.
- [LAUGHS.]
Which is what you want to do.
- Mm-hm.
[GROANS.]
This one is going to hurt a little.
[GROANING.]
Nice work.
The ship is still in one piece.
Yep, that's more than I can say.
OK, this time, slow down the drill, low speed, high torque.
See, that's why you always aced your physics tests.
John, according to my calculations Oh, blast it all! Just go faster! - I'm giving her all I've got.
- RIDLEY: Maybe I can help.
- How? - I'll manually trigger the station's jets.
Alone, they weren't enough to push Global 1 clear.
But combined with Thunderbird 5's thrusters, they might make the difference.
Great.
And the manual controls are where, exactly? Well, that's the bad news.
Oh! JOHN: Ridley, what are you doing? Using some of those Zero-G Handball tricks you taught me.
[MUSIC.]
Just like climbing a set of monkey bars.
If the monkey bars are 22,000 miles high.
John, don't help.
Oh, this should be interesting.
[MUSIC.]
Oh, hand rail.
Where's the hand rail?! This will do.
Argh! I've lost visual.
Ridley, where are you? Do you copy? I'm here, John.
It's working.
EOS: John, debris from the comet is crossing the orbit of Global 1.
Prepare for impact.
Prepare for impact.
Ridley, watch out! [MUSIC.]
Oh! John.
[GRUNTS.]
I can't move.
John.
Are you there? John? We have to stop meeting like this.
Come on.
[GRUNTS.]
[SIGHS.]
First one back to Thunderbird 5 wins.
BRAINS: John, there's another wave of debris heading your way.
[GRUNTS.]
We know! We know.
Argh! Argh! Argh! Whoa! Argh! Did I see Thunderbird 3 sticking out of that comet? Yes, and they've just hit the upper edge of the atmosphere.
Virgil, Alan, disengage! The comet is starting to burn up.
What do you mean, "starting to"? We've just reached the centre of the comet nucleus.
I'm inserting the explosives.
Set in the energy yield, check.
Locking the detonator, and check.
- OK, we're ready to rock and roll.
- This is us leaving.
- Except our grappling arms won't retract.
- What? I'm not thrilled about it myself! Thunderbird 3, do you read me? Thunderbird 3 Virgil, Alan [SIGHS.]
Much better.
- You gonna blow that up or what? - F-A-B.
[SIGHS.]
They did it! I never doubted them for a moment.
[MUSIC.]
You up for another game of handball? I thought you'd never ask.
- You're not gonna let me win this time, are you? - Not a chance.