Thunderbirds Are Go! (2015) s02e19 Episode Script
Clean Sweep
[MUSIC.]
EZRA: 114.
The worst.
DOLLY: Oh, come on.
I think they're all pretty much the worst.
This filter system is ancient.
The pollution it sucks from the atmosphere is always leaking out.
Well, the good news is we're early.
Let's get this cleaning over with quickly.
Fred, we're here.
Can you turn off the main turbine in 114, please? - What time is it? - Uh 06:00 hours.
What time are you meant to arrive? 07:15.
That's when you're scheduled for.
So, we're early.
Means we can finish early.
Let us in.
Rule 341A.
"All cleaning of Horizon Scrubbers shall be scheduled precisely.
" That's a rule Mrs Baker absolutely insists on.
- Mrs Who? - Mrs Baker, our boss.
What would she say if I let the timetable go to ruin? I've had enough of this.
[MUSIC.]
- What are you doing? - Going in.
The turbine's safety sensors will automatically turn it off when our pod gets close.
Stop it! This instant! That's against the rules! I won't be part of this.
I'm turning off the link and reporting you at once! Won't be letting that lot tarnish my perfect record.
[BEEPING.]
[BEEPING.]
[FIZZING.]
- What's happening? - The turbine [GRUNTS.]
.
.
it's turned back on! The safety override must've failed! Fred? Fred? Hello.
Can I speak to the service manager? Yes, I'll hold.
[CRASHING.]
BOTH: Whoa! Um the good news is we've stopped moving towards the turbine.
And the bad news? The toxic waste tank got in our way.
ANNOUNCER: Five Four Three Two One [THRUSTERS.]
[TITLE MUSIC.]
Thunderbirds Are Go.
JOHN: International Rescue, we have a situation.
Two workers are trapped inside an Oxy-Baker Horizon Scrubber.
It was only a matter of time before something went belly-up inside one of those things.
They should've been scrapped years ago.
And now it's our problem.
We'd better take Thunderbird One and Thunderbird Two with us.
This could get messy.
And I just waxed the hull.
See you in the sky.
[MUSIC.]
[WHIRRING.]
ANNOUNCER: Five, four, three, two, one! [ENGINE ROARS.]
SCOTT: Thunderbirds are go! Not sure what else I can do here, mate.
It's not responding to my controls.
Don't you understand? The crew are in real danger.
And like I said, I've already submitted a Form M-55.
That's S.
O.
P.
here at Oxy-Baker.
Standard Operating Procedure.
Another maintenance pod will be dispatched in three hours.
I'm showing a major leak in the storage tank.
Your crew may not have that long.
Can you make it launch any faster? Oh-ho, Mrs Baker wouldn't like that.
Then please let me talk to Mrs Baker.
- No-one talks to the boss.
It's - S.
O.
P.
Right.
Is there any other way to turn off the turbine remotely? Well, you could use the digi-key.
But that's definitely against S.
O.
P.
! Surely you can make an exception and let us borrow it.
Rule 17, "Only authorised employees may handle digi-keys at any given time.
" Doesn't get any plainer than that.
But [BEEPING.]
[SIGHS.]
This operator's a real stickler.
I'll keep at it.
Thanks, John.
We have visual on the scrubber.
Thunderbird One to Oxy-Baker Maintenance Pod.
- How's it going in there? - DOLLY: Could be worse.
The good news is that our masks will keep us breathing.
But won't the tank's toxic gas seep in and eventually poison us both? Well, yes, but I wasn't gonna put it like that.
Hang on.
We'll get you out.
Virgil, are there any other entry points? Negative.
Scans show no way in but through the turbine.
Except it's still on and not responding to commands.
Then we need options, fast.
JOHN: Lady Penelope, we need your help.
Oh, no.
John, I'm at a conference in Milan.
- I can't leave.
- Right.
But secretly you're working undercover to unearth a sinister plot or something.
No.
Actually, I'm about to go on stage.
Right.
Sorry.
I'm the keynote speaker.
- But I'll be back in London in an hour.
- We don't have time.
- There's always Parker.
- He's not there with you? Oh, no.
Sherbert hates public speaking.
Sorry, Mister John.
[BARKING.]
Someone I've been left to look after is making it difficult to hear you.
I need a what? - A "skinny bee"? - A digi-key.
Oh.
We'll head to Oxy-Baker right away.
One more thing.
The control operator there is a real piece of work.
You may have to use some of your tricks to get what we need.
Consider it done.
Thanks, Parker.
I'll gear up and meet you at the scrubber.
[MUSIC.]
Scott, I'm taking the elevator there now.
When Parker arrives with the digi-key, I'll shut down the turbine with it.
I'll take Thunderbird One in for the evac.
Virgil, can you make an entrance for me? You got it.
- Hold there, Scott.
Readying laser.
- F.
A.
B.
That's gonna make one big splash.
Thanks, Virgil.
I'm going in.
Ah! What a bunch of junk.
[CREAKING.]
Come on! I have visual on the pod.
EZRA: The air in here is getting worse.
[BEEPING.]
It's International Rescue.
Thunderbird One can't go any farther.
I'll have to back off and jet-pack the rest of the way.
JOHN: Careful, Scott.
There's no telling what that malfunctioning turbine will do.
Understood.
Jetting out now.
Almost there.
[THUDDING.]
Ah! [SCREAMS.]
Whoa! Come on! Come on! [GRUNTS.]
Ah! [GRUNTS.]
Are you OK? [COUGHS.]
Not really.
The air is nearing dangerous levels.
[COUGHS.]
Did you bring the digi-key to shut down the turbine? Uh actually we're still working on that.
I really don't know who let you in here with that thing.
"Rule 425, no pets of any kind are allowed on Oxy-Baker premises unless" Hold on a minute.
Is that you, Fred? - Nosy Parker? - I thought I recognised you.
Whilst at work, I prefer to be addressed as Oxy-Baker Ground Control Operator 38.
Wow.
Light-Fingered Fred.
Best pickpocket of your generation.
Allegedly.
I don't do that no more.
And the book says that if anyone does bring in an animal, they are to be removed by security immediately.
Oh, no, you don't! Oh, sorry to have troubled you.
How about we shake and forget this whole thing? [BARKING.]
[GASPS.]
Hey! Trying that old move on me!? Ah.
You don't catch Light-Fingered Fred that easy! Fred come on.
We used to be partners.
Remember? You should remember I'm not someone it's a good idea to cross.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
You! [GROWLING.]
[GRUNTING.]
Just give me the key, Fred.
Neither of us wants to fight.
Maybe not, but luckily I've got security to do that for me.
[GRUNTS.]
Oh.
[GROANS.]
Did you get it? [WHIMPERING.]
Oh, you beautiful beast! [PANTING.]
JOHN: I've reached the scrubber.
I'm getting some turbulence.
Contact secured.
Parker, any sign of that digi-key? You mean this? Great.
Get it here as soon as you can.
F.
A.
B.
JOHN: Scott, the digi-key is on the way.
Good.
[THUDDING.]
The pod will get sucked into the turbine if we don't do this right.
John, are you in position? Whoa! Oh! Nearly.
This wind's becoming a problem.
[GRUNTS.]
Made it.
Parker? PARKER: Nearly there, Mister John.
I can see the scrubber now.
[ENGINE SPUTTERS.]
Oh! [WHIMPERING.]
Hang on, Sherbert.
Full throttle should do the trick.
Here they come.
What's wrong, Parker? [ENGINE SPUTTERS.]
I'm afraid I just remembered.
Fab One's not supposed to be this high.
Ah! Come on.
Come on! Crash dive, Bertie! Crash dive! Parker! [ENGINE SPUTTERS.]
Thunderbird Two.
On my way.
[MUSIC.]
[CRASH.]
Got him! We're saved! [BARKING.]
- Your digi-key, Mister Virgil, sir.
- Great work, Parker.
[CHUCKLES.]
You too, Sherbert.
Now, where did that digi-key end up? [BEEPING.]
[GASPS.]
Heads up, John.
Sending the digi-key to you now.
FRED: Wha I can't believe it! Stealing Oxy-Baker property? That breaks rule number one! Get me Mrs Baker, immediately! Yes, I'll hold.
[GRUNTS.]
Scott, the turbine's going crazy! It's picking up speed! Yeah, we noticed.
Re-start the pod engine! EZRA: But it was damaged in the crash.
Ah.
No! Got ya! [MUSIC.]
Shutdown complete.
- Our toxic levels are falling.
- Unfortunately so are we! [BOTH SCREAM.]
[MUSIC.]
The scrubber's drifting.
Get out, now! - Scott? - [EXHALES.]
We're through! We're leaving in Thunderbird One.
[BEEPING.]
Thunderbird One is away! F.
A.
B.
Virgil, we can't let all that toxic waste reach the ground.
The scrubber's too heavy for Thunderbird Two.
You don't need to lift the whole thing.
Just the storage tank.
Got it.
More slicing and dicing coming up.
John, you're up.
We're clear.
Where's it going? Deep space, to freeze.
That'll render it safe until it can be brought back to Earth for processing.
- How's the crew? - Ask them yourself.
EZRA: We're fine, actually.
Nothing to complain about.
[CHUCKLES.]
For once.
- Thanks, International Rescue.
- Yeah, thanks.
We're just glad to know that everyone's all right.
OK, International Pest-you.
You're in real trouble now.
- When Mrs Baker sees this, she'll - Cheer them! And thank them for all they've done.
Huh? What was that, Mrs Baker? Madam, sir, your highness.
What is page one, rule one? Uh no stealing of Oxy-Baker property.
I said it earlier.
No, that's wrong.
It's, "Any of the rules in this book can be dismissed and forgotten in any emergency where loss of human life might result.
" - Did you miss that one, Fred? - Uh Oh! [GRUNTS.]
And stay out.
[SCOFFS.]
[CHUCKLES.]
Still, at least I got his wallet.
Oi! Get back here with that!
EZRA: 114.
The worst.
DOLLY: Oh, come on.
I think they're all pretty much the worst.
This filter system is ancient.
The pollution it sucks from the atmosphere is always leaking out.
Well, the good news is we're early.
Let's get this cleaning over with quickly.
Fred, we're here.
Can you turn off the main turbine in 114, please? - What time is it? - Uh 06:00 hours.
What time are you meant to arrive? 07:15.
That's when you're scheduled for.
So, we're early.
Means we can finish early.
Let us in.
Rule 341A.
"All cleaning of Horizon Scrubbers shall be scheduled precisely.
" That's a rule Mrs Baker absolutely insists on.
- Mrs Who? - Mrs Baker, our boss.
What would she say if I let the timetable go to ruin? I've had enough of this.
[MUSIC.]
- What are you doing? - Going in.
The turbine's safety sensors will automatically turn it off when our pod gets close.
Stop it! This instant! That's against the rules! I won't be part of this.
I'm turning off the link and reporting you at once! Won't be letting that lot tarnish my perfect record.
[BEEPING.]
[BEEPING.]
[FIZZING.]
- What's happening? - The turbine [GRUNTS.]
.
.
it's turned back on! The safety override must've failed! Fred? Fred? Hello.
Can I speak to the service manager? Yes, I'll hold.
[CRASHING.]
BOTH: Whoa! Um the good news is we've stopped moving towards the turbine.
And the bad news? The toxic waste tank got in our way.
ANNOUNCER: Five Four Three Two One [THRUSTERS.]
[TITLE MUSIC.]
Thunderbirds Are Go.
JOHN: International Rescue, we have a situation.
Two workers are trapped inside an Oxy-Baker Horizon Scrubber.
It was only a matter of time before something went belly-up inside one of those things.
They should've been scrapped years ago.
And now it's our problem.
We'd better take Thunderbird One and Thunderbird Two with us.
This could get messy.
And I just waxed the hull.
See you in the sky.
[MUSIC.]
[WHIRRING.]
ANNOUNCER: Five, four, three, two, one! [ENGINE ROARS.]
SCOTT: Thunderbirds are go! Not sure what else I can do here, mate.
It's not responding to my controls.
Don't you understand? The crew are in real danger.
And like I said, I've already submitted a Form M-55.
That's S.
O.
P.
here at Oxy-Baker.
Standard Operating Procedure.
Another maintenance pod will be dispatched in three hours.
I'm showing a major leak in the storage tank.
Your crew may not have that long.
Can you make it launch any faster? Oh-ho, Mrs Baker wouldn't like that.
Then please let me talk to Mrs Baker.
- No-one talks to the boss.
It's - S.
O.
P.
Right.
Is there any other way to turn off the turbine remotely? Well, you could use the digi-key.
But that's definitely against S.
O.
P.
! Surely you can make an exception and let us borrow it.
Rule 17, "Only authorised employees may handle digi-keys at any given time.
" Doesn't get any plainer than that.
But [BEEPING.]
[SIGHS.]
This operator's a real stickler.
I'll keep at it.
Thanks, John.
We have visual on the scrubber.
Thunderbird One to Oxy-Baker Maintenance Pod.
- How's it going in there? - DOLLY: Could be worse.
The good news is that our masks will keep us breathing.
But won't the tank's toxic gas seep in and eventually poison us both? Well, yes, but I wasn't gonna put it like that.
Hang on.
We'll get you out.
Virgil, are there any other entry points? Negative.
Scans show no way in but through the turbine.
Except it's still on and not responding to commands.
Then we need options, fast.
JOHN: Lady Penelope, we need your help.
Oh, no.
John, I'm at a conference in Milan.
- I can't leave.
- Right.
But secretly you're working undercover to unearth a sinister plot or something.
No.
Actually, I'm about to go on stage.
Right.
Sorry.
I'm the keynote speaker.
- But I'll be back in London in an hour.
- We don't have time.
- There's always Parker.
- He's not there with you? Oh, no.
Sherbert hates public speaking.
Sorry, Mister John.
[BARKING.]
Someone I've been left to look after is making it difficult to hear you.
I need a what? - A "skinny bee"? - A digi-key.
Oh.
We'll head to Oxy-Baker right away.
One more thing.
The control operator there is a real piece of work.
You may have to use some of your tricks to get what we need.
Consider it done.
Thanks, Parker.
I'll gear up and meet you at the scrubber.
[MUSIC.]
Scott, I'm taking the elevator there now.
When Parker arrives with the digi-key, I'll shut down the turbine with it.
I'll take Thunderbird One in for the evac.
Virgil, can you make an entrance for me? You got it.
- Hold there, Scott.
Readying laser.
- F.
A.
B.
That's gonna make one big splash.
Thanks, Virgil.
I'm going in.
Ah! What a bunch of junk.
[CREAKING.]
Come on! I have visual on the pod.
EZRA: The air in here is getting worse.
[BEEPING.]
It's International Rescue.
Thunderbird One can't go any farther.
I'll have to back off and jet-pack the rest of the way.
JOHN: Careful, Scott.
There's no telling what that malfunctioning turbine will do.
Understood.
Jetting out now.
Almost there.
[THUDDING.]
Ah! [SCREAMS.]
Whoa! Come on! Come on! [GRUNTS.]
Ah! [GRUNTS.]
Are you OK? [COUGHS.]
Not really.
The air is nearing dangerous levels.
[COUGHS.]
Did you bring the digi-key to shut down the turbine? Uh actually we're still working on that.
I really don't know who let you in here with that thing.
"Rule 425, no pets of any kind are allowed on Oxy-Baker premises unless" Hold on a minute.
Is that you, Fred? - Nosy Parker? - I thought I recognised you.
Whilst at work, I prefer to be addressed as Oxy-Baker Ground Control Operator 38.
Wow.
Light-Fingered Fred.
Best pickpocket of your generation.
Allegedly.
I don't do that no more.
And the book says that if anyone does bring in an animal, they are to be removed by security immediately.
Oh, no, you don't! Oh, sorry to have troubled you.
How about we shake and forget this whole thing? [BARKING.]
[GASPS.]
Hey! Trying that old move on me!? Ah.
You don't catch Light-Fingered Fred that easy! Fred come on.
We used to be partners.
Remember? You should remember I'm not someone it's a good idea to cross.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
You! [GROWLING.]
[GRUNTING.]
Just give me the key, Fred.
Neither of us wants to fight.
Maybe not, but luckily I've got security to do that for me.
[GRUNTS.]
Oh.
[GROANS.]
Did you get it? [WHIMPERING.]
Oh, you beautiful beast! [PANTING.]
JOHN: I've reached the scrubber.
I'm getting some turbulence.
Contact secured.
Parker, any sign of that digi-key? You mean this? Great.
Get it here as soon as you can.
F.
A.
B.
JOHN: Scott, the digi-key is on the way.
Good.
[THUDDING.]
The pod will get sucked into the turbine if we don't do this right.
John, are you in position? Whoa! Oh! Nearly.
This wind's becoming a problem.
[GRUNTS.]
Made it.
Parker? PARKER: Nearly there, Mister John.
I can see the scrubber now.
[ENGINE SPUTTERS.]
Oh! [WHIMPERING.]
Hang on, Sherbert.
Full throttle should do the trick.
Here they come.
What's wrong, Parker? [ENGINE SPUTTERS.]
I'm afraid I just remembered.
Fab One's not supposed to be this high.
Ah! Come on.
Come on! Crash dive, Bertie! Crash dive! Parker! [ENGINE SPUTTERS.]
Thunderbird Two.
On my way.
[MUSIC.]
[CRASH.]
Got him! We're saved! [BARKING.]
- Your digi-key, Mister Virgil, sir.
- Great work, Parker.
[CHUCKLES.]
You too, Sherbert.
Now, where did that digi-key end up? [BEEPING.]
[GASPS.]
Heads up, John.
Sending the digi-key to you now.
FRED: Wha I can't believe it! Stealing Oxy-Baker property? That breaks rule number one! Get me Mrs Baker, immediately! Yes, I'll hold.
[GRUNTS.]
Scott, the turbine's going crazy! It's picking up speed! Yeah, we noticed.
Re-start the pod engine! EZRA: But it was damaged in the crash.
Ah.
No! Got ya! [MUSIC.]
Shutdown complete.
- Our toxic levels are falling.
- Unfortunately so are we! [BOTH SCREAM.]
[MUSIC.]
The scrubber's drifting.
Get out, now! - Scott? - [EXHALES.]
We're through! We're leaving in Thunderbird One.
[BEEPING.]
Thunderbird One is away! F.
A.
B.
Virgil, we can't let all that toxic waste reach the ground.
The scrubber's too heavy for Thunderbird Two.
You don't need to lift the whole thing.
Just the storage tank.
Got it.
More slicing and dicing coming up.
John, you're up.
We're clear.
Where's it going? Deep space, to freeze.
That'll render it safe until it can be brought back to Earth for processing.
- How's the crew? - Ask them yourself.
EZRA: We're fine, actually.
Nothing to complain about.
[CHUCKLES.]
For once.
- Thanks, International Rescue.
- Yeah, thanks.
We're just glad to know that everyone's all right.
OK, International Pest-you.
You're in real trouble now.
- When Mrs Baker sees this, she'll - Cheer them! And thank them for all they've done.
Huh? What was that, Mrs Baker? Madam, sir, your highness.
What is page one, rule one? Uh no stealing of Oxy-Baker property.
I said it earlier.
No, that's wrong.
It's, "Any of the rules in this book can be dismissed and forgotten in any emergency where loss of human life might result.
" - Did you miss that one, Fred? - Uh Oh! [GRUNTS.]
And stay out.
[SCOFFS.]
[CHUCKLES.]
Still, at least I got his wallet.
Oi! Get back here with that!