Thunderbirds Are Go! (2015) s02e16 Episode Script
Bolt From the Blue
[MUSIC.]
EDMONDS: On behalf of all of us at Orbital Solar Energy, it's just a real thrill to show you all our cutting-edge photovoltaic system.
You're looking at four million micro-panels, Lady Penelope! Now, isn't that something else? Seems rather technical.
Well, all you need to know, hon, is that we transmit every little drop of that clean solar energy down to Earth by a focused beam.
I know the Environmental Safety Commission had some concerns, but once we get done here today I'm certain you all will give us your approval.
LADY PENELOPE: I hope so, too, Ms Edmonds, but if I'm reading this correctly, you're only operating at half power.
Mr Kinnear! What have I told you about letting those levels drop? Let's show our guests what this station is capable of.
- Mm-hm? - But what about the concern we discussed? Full power.
I've seen quite enough for my report to the Commission.
Please don't push the limit on my account.
Oh, don't you worry your pretty little head about that.
We have some safety overrides to ensure nothing could possibly go wrong.
[MACHINE WHIRRING.]
[ALARM BEEPING.]
Such a sweet sound.
Working like a charm.
- How's the view back there, Emma? - EMMA: Really cool, Mum.
It's the perfect "Take Your Daughter to Work" Day.
Can I go and see the panda now? Permission to take her to the cargo bay, Captain? - Permission granted.
- Yay! [ELECTRICITY CRACKLES.]
Em, back in your seat.
- What was that? - Systems are going haywire.
[ON SPEAKER.]
Mayday, mayday, mayday.
This is Captain Simons of Air Terranian Cargo Flight 2-5-4.
Captain Simons, this is International Rescue.
[STATIC CRACKLES.]
Captain Simons? Come in.
What's happening? We're being hit by some kind of lightning.
We get hit by lightning all the time, Captain, - but I've never seen it like this.
- Me neither.
Whatever it is, we've just lost all power.
ANNOUNCER: Five Four Three Two One! [THRUSTERS.]
[TITLE MUSIC.]
Thunderbirds are go! The plane's gliding, but losing altitude.
There are four in need of evacuation two pilots, one child.
- That's only three.
Who's the fourth? - Brains, you want to tell him? [STAMMERS.]
I pulled up the plane's flight information.
It's transporting a rare giant panda in the cargo bay.
OK, four to save.
One's a panda.
Gordon can go with Virgil and help with the evacuation.
See you in the sky.
Yes! I've always wanted to see a giant panda up close.
That's not likely to happen.
You're crushing my dreams, Brains.
But it's in a sealed, environmentally-controlled container.
La, la, la, la, la, I can't hear you! [MUSIC.]
MAN: Five, four, three, two, one Thunderbirds are go! Captain Simons, this is Thunderbird 5.
How you holding up? We're steady, but still losing altitude.
I can't get our flight controls working again.
[ELECTRICITY CRACKING.]
[MUSIC.]
[GASPS.]
Any idea what we're dealing with here? They appear to be highly-charged plasma bolts with a wide dispersal pattern.
Your plane's their only target for 100 miles.
Help is on the way.
Don't worry, Mr Panda.
International Rescue's coming.
[PANDA GRUNTS.]
And this chart shows that with our projected increased output - Um, Ms Ms Edmonds - .
.
we'll soon be supplying over 35% - [CLEARS THROAT.]
Ms Edmonds! - .
.
global electricity Eh Mr Kinnear, please! Can't you see I'm in the middle of a presentation? Perhaps you should find out what he wants.
Oh, I'm sure it can wait.
The Safety Commission will close us down without your approval, so I want to make sure you approve.
Brains to Thunderbird 5.
I'm detecting low-frequency waves over the Northern Pacific.
I see it too, Brains.
The strikes are increasing.
They appear to be positively-charged plasma bolts.
Highly unusual and far more dangerous than regular - negatively-charged lightning.
- But where are they coming from? Hm.
The source would need to be somewhere in the upper exosphere.
A solar collector.
Should we send Thunderbird 3 to investigate? We may not have to.
Lady Penelope's already on board.
[COMMS SIGNAL BEEPS.]
John, to what do I owe the pleasure? Lady Penelope, you need to shut down that collector.
It's causing huge plasma bolts down on Earth.
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING.]
Our operation is 100% safe! That's a promise.
What is it, Kinnear?! [LAUGHS NERVOUSLY.]
When we pushed the station to full power - the transmission beam de-stabilised.
- So we are causing the plasma bolts.
Ms Edmonds, do you have anything to say for yourself? [STUTTERS.]
This, um, is not part of my presentation.
[HEAVY HIT.]
Oh! [GRUNTS.]
Emma! Don't worry, Mum, I'm strapped in tight.
[GASPS.]
International Rescue! Thunderbird 1 to Air Terranian Cargo.
We're sending up an evacuation tube.
Stand by.
- Ready, Virgil? - F-A-B.
[MUSIC.]
Tube attached.
Hang on, Captain.
We'll get you out of there.
[STUTTERS.]
I Uh What do you mean, you can't shut it down?! Going to full power has overloaded the system.
I can't refocus the beam, and we're about to go critical.
- Does that mean "kabloom", then? - Hm.
Surely you have a way to reset something like this? I'm a sales director, not an engineer! Did I mention we have three delightful colours to choose from? [SCOTT GROANS.]
Thunderbird 1's been hit.
[ENGINE SPUTTERS.]
[VIRGIL GRUNTING.]
Same here! We're all going down! [DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
[GRUNTS.]
No-one panic.
That bolt must have overloaded our circuit-breakers.
We'll try rebooting.
- Gordon, flip the switch.
- No problem.
Just like when your hairdryer blows a fuse at Tracy Island.
What do you What do you mean, "my hairdryer?" That concludes the tour, Lady Penelope.
I think it's best that we, uh, leave now! We can't abandon ship.
People down on Earth are in danger.
It's your responsibility to stop this.
Like I said, Lady Penelope, I'm just the sales director.
I may lose my job over this, but I am not gonna lose my life! Ms Edmonds! If you're interested in any of our other exciting products, you just gimme a call.
OK? - Mr Kinnear! - I'm staying.
Suit yourself.
Thank you for staying, Mr Kinnear.
Is there a reset? Just one.
But it's in the generator room.
- Do we have time? - I think so.
According to these readings we're not yet critical.
What happens if we let the problem take care of itself? Kabloom? The release of that much unfocused energy could take down every plane in the Pacific Ocean.
- Oh.
Sorry I asked.
- The reset, Mr Kinnear? This way.
I'll take you there.
That's a brave lad.
Well, this still beats working at Fischler Industries.
And flip.
[MUSIC.]
Power restored.
We can't keep taking blasts like that.
I'll fly Thunderbird 1 overhead and take the hit if the plasma charges get close.
You two focus on the evacuation.
Um, was the ocean that close before? JOHN: [ON RADIO.]
Thunderbird 5 to Thunderbird 1.
Lady Penelope is gonna reset the collector.
Good.
Let's hope it works.
[BEEPS.]
Firing tow-line.
Tow-line attached.
That should buy us some time.
[GRUNTS.]
Shields are down to 50%.
These plasma bolts are seriously cramping our style.
Gordon has flight control.
Try to keep us in the air.
Relax.
If more plasma bolts hit, I'll use your hairdryer trick again.
One time! One time that happened! [MUSIC.]
I'm at the top, Captain Simons.
Can you open the door? Negative.
The automated lock is not responding.
That's OK.
I'll let myself in.
OK, everyone, time to slide! Hold on to me, Emma.
You're doing great.
Ready? [GRUNTS.]
Whoo-hoo! Here I go Whoa! [GRUNTS.]
Welcome aboard.
- What about Mr Panda? - Virgil's getting him now.
OK, Mr Panda.
Let's get out of here.
[THUD.]
[GRUNTS.]
Uh-oh! SCOTT: Plasma charge incoming.
Break off.
Virgil, we're losing the slide! [GRUNTING.]
I'm on my way.
Whoa! [STRAINING.]
KINNEAR: We're almost to the generator.
Getting a little warm in here, don't you think? That will be the station's heat index rising.
We'll start losing structural integrity next.
Oh.
I'm sorry I asked.
Here we are.
The reset is on a switchboard in the very centre.
- That may be a bit of a challenge.
- PARKER: Crikey.
That's hot.
[PANTING.]
Scott! A little help? SCOTT: I'm jetting down now.
Try not to move.
Ready? Step! - [GRUNTS.]
Got it! Thanks for the boost.
- Any time.
GORDON: Uh, Virgil, with the chute gone I can't re-attach Thunderbird 2.
How long before the plane hits the ocean? A few minutes tops.
[GRUNTS.]
Don't worry, Mr Panda.
We'll find another way out of here.
The temperature is rising fast.
According to my readings the controls should - still be cool enough to operate.
- Then we need to find a way to walk across that plating without burning up.
What if we switch off the gravity? Then we wouldn't have to walk.
We could float.
Maybe.
But the control switch for the gravity ring is on the other side of the room.
- I have an idea.
Sorry, Brains.
- Sorry for what? It's time for you to go.
- Nice shot, M'Lady.
- Thank you, Parker.
[MUSIC.]
VIRGIL: Thunderbird 1, what's our status? My shields are almost toast.
We need to finish this evacuation now.
I have an idea.
Gordon, can you lower Thunderbird 2's module - directly behind the plane? - GORDON: Um, I think so.
Do it.
I'm moving the panda crate to the back.
Virgil, there's no escape hatch at the back of that plane.
Not yet, there isn't.
Oh.
[GRUNTS.]
Careful, Parker, the walls are burning up.
You don't have to tell me twice.
Oh, boy, it's hot in here.
[GRUNTS.]
Blast.
Missed.
KINNEAR: Careful! [GRUNTS.]
Go on, Parker.
I've got you.
[SIGHS.]
Much obliged, M'Lady.
[MUSIC.]
GORDON: This is Thunderbird 2.
I'm lowering the module.
Break off! More charges incoming! Keep trying, Gordon.
Whatever Lady Penelope's up to, let's hope it works fast.
Here we go again.
[GRUNTS.]
Hey, I think the plasma bolts have stopped! I've done it! [ALARM BLARING.]
[MUSIC.]
Now the bad news.
We've lost structural integrity.
Does that mean what I think it means? If it means the whole place is breaking apart, then yes! Time to go, Parker.
VIRGIL: Gordon, bring Thunderbird 2 into position.
Let's get this panda crate loaded.
There.
That should do it.
You ready? Here we go.
[GRUNTING.]
SCOTT: Virgil, we're almost at the water.
[GRUNTING.]
Got it! Whoa! Release the plane and pull out.
Repeat, pull out! [MUSIC.]
Close the cargo module.
Let's get out of here.
[ALARM BLARING.]
[MUSIC.]
KINNEAR: Hurry! [BOOM.]
[MUSIC.]
Wow.
I'm in Thunderbird 2.
The panda's doing just fine.
I heard him munching on bamboo.
- Aw! - Thank you for saving him.
You're welcome.
We love having satisfied customers.
Yeah.
Furry or otherwise.
[CLEARS THROAT.]
Aww.
- Thank you.
- Can I go see Mr Panda now? [GIGGLES.]
I think he'll like you.
Really? Yeah, I mean, that That's cool.
Oh, now, isn't that sweet? I didn't expect a "welcome back" committee.
If you'd like to come with us, ma'am.
Why, of course.
But I'm positively a mess.
[CHUCKLES.]
- You can just drop me off at home, thank ya.
- Uh She realises we're arresting her, doesn't she? [GRUNTS.]
Well, come on! What y'all waiting for? You all are slower than a snail on a prickly pear.
[LAUGHS.]
EDMONDS: On behalf of all of us at Orbital Solar Energy, it's just a real thrill to show you all our cutting-edge photovoltaic system.
You're looking at four million micro-panels, Lady Penelope! Now, isn't that something else? Seems rather technical.
Well, all you need to know, hon, is that we transmit every little drop of that clean solar energy down to Earth by a focused beam.
I know the Environmental Safety Commission had some concerns, but once we get done here today I'm certain you all will give us your approval.
LADY PENELOPE: I hope so, too, Ms Edmonds, but if I'm reading this correctly, you're only operating at half power.
Mr Kinnear! What have I told you about letting those levels drop? Let's show our guests what this station is capable of.
- Mm-hm? - But what about the concern we discussed? Full power.
I've seen quite enough for my report to the Commission.
Please don't push the limit on my account.
Oh, don't you worry your pretty little head about that.
We have some safety overrides to ensure nothing could possibly go wrong.
[MACHINE WHIRRING.]
[ALARM BEEPING.]
Such a sweet sound.
Working like a charm.
- How's the view back there, Emma? - EMMA: Really cool, Mum.
It's the perfect "Take Your Daughter to Work" Day.
Can I go and see the panda now? Permission to take her to the cargo bay, Captain? - Permission granted.
- Yay! [ELECTRICITY CRACKLES.]
Em, back in your seat.
- What was that? - Systems are going haywire.
[ON SPEAKER.]
Mayday, mayday, mayday.
This is Captain Simons of Air Terranian Cargo Flight 2-5-4.
Captain Simons, this is International Rescue.
[STATIC CRACKLES.]
Captain Simons? Come in.
What's happening? We're being hit by some kind of lightning.
We get hit by lightning all the time, Captain, - but I've never seen it like this.
- Me neither.
Whatever it is, we've just lost all power.
ANNOUNCER: Five Four Three Two One! [THRUSTERS.]
[TITLE MUSIC.]
Thunderbirds are go! The plane's gliding, but losing altitude.
There are four in need of evacuation two pilots, one child.
- That's only three.
Who's the fourth? - Brains, you want to tell him? [STAMMERS.]
I pulled up the plane's flight information.
It's transporting a rare giant panda in the cargo bay.
OK, four to save.
One's a panda.
Gordon can go with Virgil and help with the evacuation.
See you in the sky.
Yes! I've always wanted to see a giant panda up close.
That's not likely to happen.
You're crushing my dreams, Brains.
But it's in a sealed, environmentally-controlled container.
La, la, la, la, la, I can't hear you! [MUSIC.]
MAN: Five, four, three, two, one Thunderbirds are go! Captain Simons, this is Thunderbird 5.
How you holding up? We're steady, but still losing altitude.
I can't get our flight controls working again.
[ELECTRICITY CRACKING.]
[MUSIC.]
[GASPS.]
Any idea what we're dealing with here? They appear to be highly-charged plasma bolts with a wide dispersal pattern.
Your plane's their only target for 100 miles.
Help is on the way.
Don't worry, Mr Panda.
International Rescue's coming.
[PANDA GRUNTS.]
And this chart shows that with our projected increased output - Um, Ms Ms Edmonds - .
.
we'll soon be supplying over 35% - [CLEARS THROAT.]
Ms Edmonds! - .
.
global electricity Eh Mr Kinnear, please! Can't you see I'm in the middle of a presentation? Perhaps you should find out what he wants.
Oh, I'm sure it can wait.
The Safety Commission will close us down without your approval, so I want to make sure you approve.
Brains to Thunderbird 5.
I'm detecting low-frequency waves over the Northern Pacific.
I see it too, Brains.
The strikes are increasing.
They appear to be positively-charged plasma bolts.
Highly unusual and far more dangerous than regular - negatively-charged lightning.
- But where are they coming from? Hm.
The source would need to be somewhere in the upper exosphere.
A solar collector.
Should we send Thunderbird 3 to investigate? We may not have to.
Lady Penelope's already on board.
[COMMS SIGNAL BEEPS.]
John, to what do I owe the pleasure? Lady Penelope, you need to shut down that collector.
It's causing huge plasma bolts down on Earth.
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING.]
Our operation is 100% safe! That's a promise.
What is it, Kinnear?! [LAUGHS NERVOUSLY.]
When we pushed the station to full power - the transmission beam de-stabilised.
- So we are causing the plasma bolts.
Ms Edmonds, do you have anything to say for yourself? [STUTTERS.]
This, um, is not part of my presentation.
[HEAVY HIT.]
Oh! [GRUNTS.]
Emma! Don't worry, Mum, I'm strapped in tight.
[GASPS.]
International Rescue! Thunderbird 1 to Air Terranian Cargo.
We're sending up an evacuation tube.
Stand by.
- Ready, Virgil? - F-A-B.
[MUSIC.]
Tube attached.
Hang on, Captain.
We'll get you out of there.
[STUTTERS.]
I Uh What do you mean, you can't shut it down?! Going to full power has overloaded the system.
I can't refocus the beam, and we're about to go critical.
- Does that mean "kabloom", then? - Hm.
Surely you have a way to reset something like this? I'm a sales director, not an engineer! Did I mention we have three delightful colours to choose from? [SCOTT GROANS.]
Thunderbird 1's been hit.
[ENGINE SPUTTERS.]
[VIRGIL GRUNTING.]
Same here! We're all going down! [DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
[GRUNTS.]
No-one panic.
That bolt must have overloaded our circuit-breakers.
We'll try rebooting.
- Gordon, flip the switch.
- No problem.
Just like when your hairdryer blows a fuse at Tracy Island.
What do you What do you mean, "my hairdryer?" That concludes the tour, Lady Penelope.
I think it's best that we, uh, leave now! We can't abandon ship.
People down on Earth are in danger.
It's your responsibility to stop this.
Like I said, Lady Penelope, I'm just the sales director.
I may lose my job over this, but I am not gonna lose my life! Ms Edmonds! If you're interested in any of our other exciting products, you just gimme a call.
OK? - Mr Kinnear! - I'm staying.
Suit yourself.
Thank you for staying, Mr Kinnear.
Is there a reset? Just one.
But it's in the generator room.
- Do we have time? - I think so.
According to these readings we're not yet critical.
What happens if we let the problem take care of itself? Kabloom? The release of that much unfocused energy could take down every plane in the Pacific Ocean.
- Oh.
Sorry I asked.
- The reset, Mr Kinnear? This way.
I'll take you there.
That's a brave lad.
Well, this still beats working at Fischler Industries.
And flip.
[MUSIC.]
Power restored.
We can't keep taking blasts like that.
I'll fly Thunderbird 1 overhead and take the hit if the plasma charges get close.
You two focus on the evacuation.
Um, was the ocean that close before? JOHN: [ON RADIO.]
Thunderbird 5 to Thunderbird 1.
Lady Penelope is gonna reset the collector.
Good.
Let's hope it works.
[BEEPS.]
Firing tow-line.
Tow-line attached.
That should buy us some time.
[GRUNTS.]
Shields are down to 50%.
These plasma bolts are seriously cramping our style.
Gordon has flight control.
Try to keep us in the air.
Relax.
If more plasma bolts hit, I'll use your hairdryer trick again.
One time! One time that happened! [MUSIC.]
I'm at the top, Captain Simons.
Can you open the door? Negative.
The automated lock is not responding.
That's OK.
I'll let myself in.
OK, everyone, time to slide! Hold on to me, Emma.
You're doing great.
Ready? [GRUNTS.]
Whoo-hoo! Here I go Whoa! [GRUNTS.]
Welcome aboard.
- What about Mr Panda? - Virgil's getting him now.
OK, Mr Panda.
Let's get out of here.
[THUD.]
[GRUNTS.]
Uh-oh! SCOTT: Plasma charge incoming.
Break off.
Virgil, we're losing the slide! [GRUNTING.]
I'm on my way.
Whoa! [STRAINING.]
KINNEAR: We're almost to the generator.
Getting a little warm in here, don't you think? That will be the station's heat index rising.
We'll start losing structural integrity next.
Oh.
I'm sorry I asked.
Here we are.
The reset is on a switchboard in the very centre.
- That may be a bit of a challenge.
- PARKER: Crikey.
That's hot.
[PANTING.]
Scott! A little help? SCOTT: I'm jetting down now.
Try not to move.
Ready? Step! - [GRUNTS.]
Got it! Thanks for the boost.
- Any time.
GORDON: Uh, Virgil, with the chute gone I can't re-attach Thunderbird 2.
How long before the plane hits the ocean? A few minutes tops.
[GRUNTS.]
Don't worry, Mr Panda.
We'll find another way out of here.
The temperature is rising fast.
According to my readings the controls should - still be cool enough to operate.
- Then we need to find a way to walk across that plating without burning up.
What if we switch off the gravity? Then we wouldn't have to walk.
We could float.
Maybe.
But the control switch for the gravity ring is on the other side of the room.
- I have an idea.
Sorry, Brains.
- Sorry for what? It's time for you to go.
- Nice shot, M'Lady.
- Thank you, Parker.
[MUSIC.]
VIRGIL: Thunderbird 1, what's our status? My shields are almost toast.
We need to finish this evacuation now.
I have an idea.
Gordon, can you lower Thunderbird 2's module - directly behind the plane? - GORDON: Um, I think so.
Do it.
I'm moving the panda crate to the back.
Virgil, there's no escape hatch at the back of that plane.
Not yet, there isn't.
Oh.
[GRUNTS.]
Careful, Parker, the walls are burning up.
You don't have to tell me twice.
Oh, boy, it's hot in here.
[GRUNTS.]
Blast.
Missed.
KINNEAR: Careful! [GRUNTS.]
Go on, Parker.
I've got you.
[SIGHS.]
Much obliged, M'Lady.
[MUSIC.]
GORDON: This is Thunderbird 2.
I'm lowering the module.
Break off! More charges incoming! Keep trying, Gordon.
Whatever Lady Penelope's up to, let's hope it works fast.
Here we go again.
[GRUNTS.]
Hey, I think the plasma bolts have stopped! I've done it! [ALARM BLARING.]
[MUSIC.]
Now the bad news.
We've lost structural integrity.
Does that mean what I think it means? If it means the whole place is breaking apart, then yes! Time to go, Parker.
VIRGIL: Gordon, bring Thunderbird 2 into position.
Let's get this panda crate loaded.
There.
That should do it.
You ready? Here we go.
[GRUNTING.]
SCOTT: Virgil, we're almost at the water.
[GRUNTING.]
Got it! Whoa! Release the plane and pull out.
Repeat, pull out! [MUSIC.]
Close the cargo module.
Let's get out of here.
[ALARM BLARING.]
[MUSIC.]
KINNEAR: Hurry! [BOOM.]
[MUSIC.]
Wow.
I'm in Thunderbird 2.
The panda's doing just fine.
I heard him munching on bamboo.
- Aw! - Thank you for saving him.
You're welcome.
We love having satisfied customers.
Yeah.
Furry or otherwise.
[CLEARS THROAT.]
Aww.
- Thank you.
- Can I go see Mr Panda now? [GIGGLES.]
I think he'll like you.
Really? Yeah, I mean, that That's cool.
Oh, now, isn't that sweet? I didn't expect a "welcome back" committee.
If you'd like to come with us, ma'am.
Why, of course.
But I'm positively a mess.
[CHUCKLES.]
- You can just drop me off at home, thank ya.
- Uh She realises we're arresting her, doesn't she? [GRUNTS.]
Well, come on! What y'all waiting for? You all are slower than a snail on a prickly pear.
[LAUGHS.]