"(YAWNS) Midnight party and I'm not invited?" "Not  quite,  Alan." "You remember Brains' girlfriend Moffy from our energy collider adventure?" "Golly, Gordon." "Professor Moffat and I are simply old friends." "Sure, Brains." "Like nobody can feel all that nerd-trino energy with the two of you in a room together." "Well...  (LAUGHTER)" "John's keeping tabs on Lady Penelope whilst she and Parker guard the professor." "They're heading for a GDF research facility in Iceland." "While we were having all that fun with gravity, her accelerator coughed up some kind of wacky new quantum particle." "Moffy, Professor Moffat, is calling it Centurium 21." "And her early research suggests it could be THE big breakthrough in the field of zero point energy." "Cololnel Casey says our friend The Hood has already made several attempts to steal it from the GDF." "Fortunately, those were all decoys." "(SMACK) Ow!" "What?" "!" "I'm awake." "Why don't they just fly it there?" "That's part of the problem, Alan." "The Centurium 21 is stabilised in a gravitonic flask." "But at altitude, unfortunately, it still reacts erratically to even micro-changes in the Earth's magnetic fields." "The less genius level version - transported below sea-level." "Literally." "(DRAMATIC MUSIC)" "(TUBE TRAIN APPROACHING)" "(WHINES AND BARKS)" "(SHUDDERS)" "(NERVOUS LAUGH) Aren't you the energetic little fellow?" "You seem to have yourself a furry fan club professor." "Oh, I'm not really very good with anything larger than plankton." "(WHINES)" "(COMMUNICATOR BEEPS)" "Ah, that'll be John checking in." "Go ahead, John." "My tracking shows you're past the tunnel midpoint." "Just wanted to make sure there's nothing, "out of the ordinary."" "It's all quite marvellously humdrum, I'm afraid." "Professor, how is our bright little spark?" "(LOCKS CLICK) Not even a tantrum." "The readouts all show the Centurium's stable." "Good to know." "Enjoy the rest of the trip." "GDF security's waiting for your arrival." "Thunderbird 5, out." "Well, Professor, I think we can afford to chill." "With our arrival in 30 minutes, our worries will soon be far behind us." "(DRAMATIC MUSIC)" "All those decoys and the GDF always so helpfully on time." "(SINISTER LAUGHTER)" "(BEEPING)" "(EXPLOSION)" "(SINISTER LAUGHTER)" "Five." "Four." "Three." "Two." "One." "Thunderbirds are go!" "That felt odd." "Whoa!" "(WARNING BEEPS)" "Attention, passengers." "This is not a drill." "All passengers remain in your carriage!" "Remain in your carriage!" "Belts, professor." "Bertie, crash dive." "Good boy." "(BREAKS SCREECHING)" "(CREAKING)" "What in the quivering?" "(WHIMPERING)" "(BEEPING)" "(BEEP AND EXPLOSION)" "(DRAMATIC MUSIC)" "(RUSHING WATER)" "Something's wrong." "Very wrong." "International Rescue?" "This is Hugo Hallgren, the driver on the Reykjavik Express." "Acknowledge, please?" "Reykjavik Express, International Rescue receiving." "Can you clarify your situation?" "We're in a bad fix here." "Let's give you something NOT to talk about." "(ENERGY PULSE)" "(LINE GOES DEAD)" "Hello, Reykjavik Express?" "Respond, please." "Am no longer receiving." "(STATIC) International Rescue?" "Hello?" "!" "(PANICKY) I've lost you!" "Say again!" "International Rescue, come in!" "We've been cut off." "Now, for my encore." "(WHIMPERS)" "With these tower explosions, seen from the Spectrum Satellite," "I'm calling that double comms loss as jamming." "Nothing since from Lady Penelope?" "Same story." "No signal." "OK, John." "We're on it." "Better alert the GDF." "They're probably seeing the same things we are." "But we should be working together on this." "Gordon, launch Thunderbird 4." "Gonna need that famous squid sense of yours." "F.A.B." "Scott, with the Professor and Lady Penelope down there, this can only be deliberate sabotage." "Brains, you know everything I do." "Until we gauge that danger zone, we've got no idea what we're up against." "Then I'm coming too." "Not this time, Brains." "Scott, you heard what John said." "If Moffy, well..." "I couldn't..." "I know you want to be there to help her and Lady Penelope." "But you'll be more useful, to them and us, here in that lab." "I..." "Sure." "You're right of course." "Good man." "(DRAMATIC MUSIC)" "Five." "Four." "Three." "Two." "One." "Thunderbirds are go!" "Yes, and I'm not with them!" "OK, Hiram." "Deep breaths." "Let's think this through." "We'll make a difference." "(HUGO) All passengers remain in your carriage." "Argh!" "Get out of it!" "You dribble chopped menace." "Your back." "Steady, Parker." "Are you all right?" "Oh, your ladyship." "I was having most horrible dream." "Then you'd best gird yourself." "I'm afraid, we're in a bit of a pickle." "(HISSING)" "(CLATTER)" "Excellent." "Now..." "Virgil?" "I've been going over the underwater topography and I'm afraid there's a problem." "Shoot, Brains." "Thunderbird 2's cable is short of being able to reach the tunnel depth." "And Thunderbird 4 lacks the necessary lifting power." "What about the remote airbag pods?" "My thoughts exactly, Gordon." "I'm assembling them for you now." "Thunderbird 4, you're clear for launch." "Airbag pods coming soon." "Watch yourself down there." "We are go for module deployment." "(SPLASH)" "(MOTOR WHIRRING)" "(GORDON) We are go for launch." "Thunderbird 4 is go." "Seaborne." "Impellers are green." "Sure is a mess down here." "Brains was right." "This debris looks consistent with demolition charges." "(SINISTER MUSIC)" "What!" "What is this?" "!" "(THE HOOD IMMITATING HER) What?" "!" "What is this?" "!" "Still no word from the boys, M'lady?" "No." "But given the situation I suspect we're being jammed." "I sent the professor off to the driver's cab." "You might see what's keeping her?" "Yes, M'lady." "Funny." "Feels almost like a draft." "What the perishing?" "!" "Oh..." "Hello." "(BRAINS) Gordon, I'm piloting the remote airbags down to your position." "Good timing." "I'm at the danger zone." "The module's slipped but stable." "The sections on either side of flooded from the blast." "Are the module beacons working?" "Yeah!" "It seems to have sealed in time." "Switching to deep scan thermographic on the reverse." "Trying to..." "Woah!" "That's  another  ship!" "And  I  bet  I  know  whose." "The Hood." "Professor, I sent Parker up front to find you." "Oh, I must have missed him." "Is  the  Centurium  safe?" "I'd  say  it's  in  good  hands." "Or paws to be precise." "(GROWLS PLAYFULLY)" "(GROWLS AGRESSIVELY)" "Well, aren't you a feisty little guard dog?" "Who's a good boy?" "Gordon, we've got to counteract that jamming and get to Lady Penelope." "Fire a  conductive  amplifier across to  the  structure." "F.A.B." "(BEEPING) This might just be the news we're looking for." "Don't let that Centurium casket out of your site." "I wouldn't  dream  of  it." "(CLICKS) Gordon, am I relieved to see you." "Lady Penelope, listen fast." "This is all an elaborate heist." "The Hood has a submersible latched to your tunnel section." "That's very distressing news." "If he somehow boarded that train, he's after the Centurium." "And he could have assumed the identity of just about anybody there." "(NERVOUS LAUGHTER)" "How about a nice game of fetch (?" ")" "You!" "(GROWLS AND BARKS)" "Get off me!" "Get off..." "(BARKING CONTINUES)" "(SIGHS) I  must  have  bumped  my  head." "Your  never  believe  what  I..." "(GASPS)" "(GROWLS AND BARKS)" "Parker!" "Tackle him!" "(ELECTRIC WHINE AND CRACKLING)" "Ah!" "Go, M'lady." "Nab that blighter." "So sad we won't be furthering our acquaintance, Lady Penelope." "Penelope, get back to the train." "That sub's decoupling." "The whole tunnel's gonna flood!" "He's making a run for it!" "Focus, Gordon." "Right now we've a pressurised tin can full of frightened passengers who need us." "Let's keep our heads in the game." "You planted a tracker  on  The  Hood?" "My emergency locator." "Never underestimate a Creighton-Ward." "Colonel Casey has GDF patrol circling." "So we'll now him if he tries to surface." "Actually, I've a little idea of my own on that score." "Parker?" "Yes, M'lady." "Bring the car around." "OK." "Tunnel airlock doors open." "Remote airbags attached." "5% buoyancy." "Please confirm, Reykjavik Express." "What's the passenger status?" "The professor has moved all the passengers to this compartment." "And we're sealed like a drum." "Perfect." "Lady P?" "Thank you, Thunderbird 4." "All clear." "Good luck." "Strong fix on The Hood's signal, Parker?" "Like a regimental tattoo, M'lady." "Perfect." "Then let's go fishing." "Deploying laser cutter." "Thunderbird 4 to Express driver, cut your Maglev power, please." "Maglev off." "(GORDON) The tunnel's detached." "(BRAINS) Bringing up airbag lifters." "Going to full buoyancy." "(SONAR BLEEPS)" "Parker, you said we were dead on his tail?" "Like glue, ma'am." "But these ocean canyons keep wavering the locator signal." "He could be almost anywhere." "(BARKS)" "(LADY PENELOPE)  Oh,  no, he couldn't." "Blimey, O'Reilly!" "A transonic depth charge." "Rig for impact!" "(EXPLOSION)" "Blast!" "It appears he might have nobbled our turbines." "That outcropping ahead, try gliding her down and rebooting her engines." "Yes, M'lady." "Ah!" "He's getting away." "(GORDON) We're losing aft starboard buoyancy." "Come on, you steaming pink heffalump!" "(MOTOR TURNS OVER)" "(ENGINE STARTS) We  have  liftoff!" "You beauty!" "(GORDON GRUNTS) I can't make the lift power." "My turbines are overloading." "No, no, no, no!" "Gordon, it looks like that airbag pump has a blockage." "I can't clear it remotely." "Blockage?" "Not a problem." "(GRUNTS)" "Come on!" "Unblock!" "Un-block!" "(METAL GRINDING)" "That's it!" "You did it!" "(VIRGIL) Nice work, Thunderbird 4." "I'll take it from here with the cable." "The cable!" "Thanks, Virgil." "I just had an idea." "Oh, thank goodness!" "I am never leaving my lab again." "(SIGHS OF RELIEF)" "Global Defence Force (!" ") What a joke!" "Now every energy corporation in the world will grovel on their knees to bid for this!" "(SONAR BLEEPS)" "(HIGH PITCHED BEEP)" "(EXPLOSION)" "What was that!" "?" "(COMPUTER) Warning." "Life  system  disabled." "Shall we blow him another kiss?" "Happily, M'lady." "Ha!" "I might have broken wings but you're the sitting duck!" "(GASPS) What?" "!" "He's hooked." "Now, reel this guppy in, Thunderbird 1." "Reeling in the cable now." "(FRUSTRATED EXCLAMATION)" "(COMPUTER) Danger!" "Hull implosion in eight seconds." "Seven,  six,  five..." "Curse you, International Rescue!" "Cu-u-u-rse yo-o-o-u!" "Zero." "An escape capsule!" "Parker, after him!" "A little too nippy for us to catch up I'm afraid, M'lady." "Although, apparently, our locator seems to be still inside." "Good." "Let's call it into Gordon and then we'll surface." "(WHIMPERS) Time for a nice long walk." "And maybe a cup of tea." "(SCOTT) Couldn't have done it without you." "We had a good team." "I'm not so sure about that." "(GROWLING)  Get off!" "Thanks to Gordon salvaging the gravitonic casket from the Hood's ship, we still got the Centurium 21 to the GDF facility in time." "And kept it out of that blaggard's hands!" "The particle's holding stable." "It's all very exciting." "So, "Hero of the Hour," huh?" "Hey,  improvisation's  my  specialty." "But the real credit should go to Brains." "I...imagine you'll be headed back to your research in Iceland, Moffy?" "Hiram, it sounds like you're trying to get rid of me?" "I thought you might at least tease me with this allegedly fabulous lab of  yours." "Of course!" "I have several interesting prototypes hot off the fabricator." "If you like graphing polymers as much as I do." "I... (LAUGHTER)" "Oh, please, you guys!" "Subtitles by Deluxe"