"Ahh." "Forget asteroid mining." "This is the job for us, Gladys." "Cleaning up pollution from the bottom of the ocean." "It's safe and we're helping the planet." "And the best part?" "No drama." "What?" "I said no drama!" "Fire!" "Compartment four!" "Space mining, sea pollution." "I take it all back, Gladys." "We're doomed wherever we go." "And now I've lost control." "This thing wants to drive itself." "Great." "Water pressure alarm, system critical." "Look at it this way, Gladys." "If the pressure breaks then that will be one way to put out the fire." "Little joke there." "That would be bad." "Don't worry, we'll be fine." "Or maybe not." "What should we do, Gladys?" "I know." "Ready?" "Ahhhhhhhh!" "Ahhhhhhhh!" "~ Ahhhhhhhh!" "~ What?" "Ahhhhhhhh!" "This is International Rescue." ".. ahhh!" "Don't worry, we're on our way." "Ahhhhhhhhh!" "5... 4... 3... 2... 1." "Thunderbirds are go!" "~ A heavy metal what?" "~ A heavy metal extraction platform." "It scoops up old toxic waste from the bottom of the sea." "There's a fire on board and no way to rescue its driver." "My next call is to Hydrexler, the company that owns it." "We're on our way." "Should we bring in Scott and Alan?" "Let them continue their training with Kayo but keep them posted." "~ Oh, and there's one more thing." "~ There's always a cherry on top." "If the platform breaks apart, so will the tanks holding the poisonous cargo." "F-A-B." "Gordon and I will save the crew and secure the toxic sludge they've been collecting." "5, 4, 3, 2," "1." "Thunderbirds are go!" "I can assure you no one is more anxious to see that toxic waste recovered than those of us here at Hydrexler." "So your help is much appreciated." "We'll be standing by to take those storage containers off your hands the moment you recover them." "~ And your crewman?" "~ Yes, of course." "Of course." "We'll take him too." "I'm curious." "What does your company do with all that toxic waste?" "It's processed at our state-of-the-art facility." "It's all very technical." "We spare no expense to save our planet." "I see." "~ Did you hear that?" "~ Every word of it." "He's more interested in his payload than the crewman, or even his ship." "Also, something about that transmission seemed off." "Let me make a call." "I think I know who can help." "Gordon, what a surprise." "Lady Penelope, have you ever heard of a company called Hydrexler?" "Of course." "My father is one of its investors." "He cares deeply about cleaning up the oceans." "~ Well, we just got off the line with their CEO - ~ Hector Ambro." "For a company that does such good work, he's a rather... oily fellow, isn't he?" "That's a good way to put it." "One of their platforms is about to crash and burn." "He's accepting our help, but brushed us off when we asked what they did with the toxic waste." "~ Ah." "Let me see what I can dig up." "~ Be careful." "I hear hobnobbing with corporate types is dangerous work." "Why, Parker, I believe Gordon is mocking us." "She hung up on me." "Some people can't take a joke." "It helps when they're actually funny." "We're making our approach now." "Better go strap in." "F-A-B." "Thunderbird 5, tell them we've reached the drop zone." "~ Standby for launch, Thunderbird 4." "~ Systems check complete." "Docking clamp released." "We are go for module deployment." "Thunderbird 4 is go." "Thunderbird 2, this is Thunderbird 4." "I'm on my way." "I'm sending coordinates now, and I'll need an MCR link to match..." "Actually, scratch that." "I won't need tracking coordinates or a MCR link." "~ How come?" "~ Because it's kind of hard to miss." "Wow." "Now that's one mighty hunk of junk." "Time to make contact, Thunderbird 4." "International Rescue to Hydrexler extraction platform." "Come in, over." "You OK in there?" "Oh, yeah." "We're fine." "Just peachy." "No rush." "Isn't that right, Gladys?" "Who's Gladys?" "My intel said it's a one-man crew." "Ned Tedford." "That's me." "Gladys is my geranium." "~ Right." "~ Hold on, where are the others?" "The hotshot kids who helped me before." "It's just me, pal." "With a little help from above." "Now, then, what's your status?" "The fire's spreading and the pressure system's not gonna hold much longer." "I told the boss man we're going too deep, but he says the planet depends on me." "Sorry, Gladdie." "On us." "OK, keep the platform straight or better yet, slow to a standstill." "That's a big fat no." "I've lost steering." "We've got no pressure regulation." "No life support - nothing!" "In other words, get me out!" "Don't worry, everything's gonna be OK." "We are not going to be OK!" "Hey, Ned." "Calm down." "Take a breath." "I mean it." "Breathe in." "I can't have you cracking under the pressure, too." "I need you focused." "We'll get through this." "See?" "The platform stopped." "That's because I've lost more power." "Relax." "That's good." "Let's just focus on getting you out of there." "But the fire's blocking off our exit." "Well, then, first order of business." "Let's put out the fire." "Seems like a smart boy." "Still, a bit young." "Thunderbird 2, I'm gonna open a hatch and flood the fire." "Won't that damage the pressure system even more?" "One problem at a time." "Compartments four, five and six flooded." "The fire's out." "~ Time to get Ned and Gladys." "~ Who's Gladys?" "~ His geranium." "~ OK." "Glad to see your skills being put to good use." "Ned and Gladys." "Good news, the fire's out." "I'm coming to get you." "Erm..." "Somehow I think flooding the compartment was a bad idea." "The water pumps are offline." "We can't get past the flooded compartment." "We're trapped." "What?" "No, Ned, keep the platform stationary." "I didn't touch it." "It's moving all by itself again." "The platform is veering off course." "Uh-oh." ""Uh-oh"?" "That's a new code for everything's A-OK, right?" "Ned, the platform is heading for a cliff." "We gotta get you out of there now." "Thunderbird 2, if the platform goes over that edge, we'll lose Ned and the toxic cargo." "One problem at a time, remember?" "Let's get Ned out first." "So long, Gladys." "It's been nice knowing you." "Mr Ambro." "Always a pleasure." "I'm sorry to hear of the difficulties with the extraction platform." "We were hoping to keep that quiet, Lady Penelope." "Wouldn't want to stir up any unnecessary panic, you know." "A spill of that magnitude would be very bad for business." "A spill of that magnitude would be very bad for our planet, Mr Ambro." "And speaking on behalf of my father, we're very concerned by the lack of transparency in your organisation." "I think you'll agree that it's time for a full inspection of your operation." "Unless, of course, you have something to hide." "Well..." "I'll have my office arrange a tour once this crisis is over." "Oh, we're on our way to your facility now." "End of discussion." "You and Gordon were right, John." "I smell a rat." "And I found something interesting." "Hydrexler's so-called state-of-the-art facility is just a warehouse for a completely different company" " ClearWater 3000." "The water treatment plant?" "That is rather odd." "There's more." "When I said something about that transmission was off," "I meant literally." "The image used a processing algorithm" "I've only seen one time before." "I don't think the person we've been looking at is the person we've been looking at." "I think you're right." "Could it be The Hood?" "It has to be." "Funny thing is, as far as we can tell, this is a real accident." "He has nothing to do with it." "Something else must be going on, and I intend to find out what." "I've alerted the GDF but, please, be careful." "If The Hood thinks you'll interfere with his plan, there's no telling what he'll do." "I don't care whose daughter she is." "The last thing we need is some nosey socialite interfering with our objective." "Cut her off before she starts snooping around." "Yeah!" "That means now!" "I believe we've got company, m'lady." "A friendly escort from Mr Ambro, no doubt." "How kind of him." "Not so friendly after all, m'lady." "Just what point is he trying to make?" "What's your status, Thunderbird 4?" "Same as before." "Ned's trapped in his compartment and the platform's heading for a sea cliff." "~ Any ideas?" "~ Hm." "If Ned can't get out, maybe it's time to do a little fishing." "The grappling cable." "Great idea, Thunderbird 2." "~ What would I do without you?" "~ Hold on." "Are you actually thanking me?" "I'll try anything once." "Hey!" "What are you doing?" "I'm going to separate your compartment from the structure, so we can haul you up on a grappling cable." "~ Nothing to worry about." "We do this all the time." "~ Do what?" "You'd have to be mad to want a job like that." "Says the man with a geranium for a best friend." "Ah, just in time, Thunderbird 2." "~ Up for a game of catch?" "~ F-A-B." "Aaaaaaaaaah!" "Aaaaaah!" "We're OK." "We're going to be OK." "~ We made it." "~ Looks like you got it all in hand, Thunderbird 2." "~ Say hello to Gladys for me." "~ How's that platform looking?" "Hm." "Not good." "If it goes over the edge of that cliff the spill will be a global catastrophe." "Well, then, let's stop that thing once and for all." "F-A-B." "There, there, there, Gladys." "It's all over." "We're going to stay on dry land from here on out." "That's a promise." "Thunderbird 2, send down your hook again." "This might need a little bit of pull." "Good boy." "Good boy." "It's all right." "It's all right." "It's growing rather tiresome, Parker." "Is there anything we can do to help him see the error of his ways?" "I think I have the very thing, m'lady." "Whoarh!" "Whoaargh!" "Waaaargh!" "Oh, another." "They seem very determined to stop us." "Maybe a touch more speed will help shake him off." "Quick thinking, I like it." "I do hope that's the last of them." "I'm attempting to separate the cargo now, but I'm pretty far away." "Hang on tight, Thunderbird 2." "Thunderbird 4, any chance you could hurry it up a little?" "I'm not really in the mood for a swim." "Just a little... bit... more." "~ Oh, no." "~ What's happening?" "The pressure's affecting the cargo." "It's about to burst." "Looks like your quick thinking was a little too slow, Parker." "Hold on, m'lady." "A motorbike that fires rockets?" "What will they think of next?" "There, there, there, there." "It's all right, Sherbet." "Oh, hold on tight, Sherbet." "There, there." "We're just going a little bit fast." "Sssh." "Sssh." "Perhaps we should try a different approach." "Right away, m'lady." "Woah!" "Ohh!" "And Gordon thinks we have the easy job." "Ha-ha-ha-ha!" "Oh, yes, you're OK, aren't you?" "You're OK." "The pressure's increasing and this thing's getting ready to jump." "Not sure how much longer I counter the pull of the platform." "Wait." "I can get a better cut on the cargo section if I go EVA." "EVA?" "You'd have only three minutes before the pressure cracks your suit." "~ Plenty of time." "~ Nice and steady, Thunderbird 4." "Don't worry about me." "You just keep hold of the platform." "~ Urgh!" "~ Taking a trip somewhere?" "Oh, now, now, Sherbet." "Hasn't he been through enough already?" "Don't worry, we won't hurt you." "We just want to ask you a few questions about your employer." "Thunderbird 2's not going to hold." "The platform's taking me under." "If you're going to cut it free it has to be now." "Just... one... more... second." "Got it." "~ Well done, little brother." "~ Wasn't so bad after all." "Now get back inside Thunderbird 4 and let's figure out how to get this toxic waste up to the surface." "Thunderbird 2, slight problem." "Thunderbird 4 is still clamped to the platform." "Thunderbird 4!" "Gordon, come in." "Gordon, are you there?" "Whoo!" "Sorry for the radio silence, I had a sub to catch." "~ Can we go home now, please?" "~ Yeah." "F-A-B." "The Global Defence Force found the entire ClearWater 3000 treatment plant filled with toxic waste containers." "The Hood's plan was to secretly contaminate the drinking water supply and then charge a fortune to clean it up." "We stopped it just in time." "I guess we won't be seeing any more of Hector Ambro." "But... you will of Hydrexler." "Some of the investors have decided its mission to clean up the oceans is worth continuing." "What about our old pal, Ned?" "He make it back to dry land?" "I made a few calls and got Ned and Gladys a nice safe desk job with the Global Defence Force." "The GDF?" "I hope you and Ned have the same definition of safe." "This was supposed to be a desk job!" "I didn't sign up for this!" "Somebody get me out!" "Gladdie!"