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Presenter (Jeff Tracy): "Hello, and welcome. This is Jeff Tracy, speaking to you from the headquarters of International Rescue. You know, we've been kept pretty busy since we set up this operation, and I'm very proud of the work being done by the Thunderbirds team. They've pulled off some really fantastic rescues, and saved an aweful lot of people from a heap of trouble. We've been mighty close to disaster at times, but the Fates have been kind to us, no doubt helped along by the genius of young Brains. Right now, I'd be more than happy if you joined me in running through a couple of pretty exciting episodes in our thrill-packed career to date. The first was in fact our public debut, and a very hazardous operation it turned out to be. It involved Fireflash, the gigantic airliner of the Air Terrainean fleet. But perhaps I'd better let Scott tell the story, as he was right there in the thick of things."
Narrator (Scott Tracy): "It was International Rescue's first operation. John called from the Space Monitor, Thunderbird 5, and father called us together in the lounge to tell us the news. The Fireflash, a giant new atomic-powered aircraft with 600 passengers on board, was in distress at London Airport. Someone had placed a bomb in the landing gear before take-off. As soon as the Fireflash touched down, the explosives would smash the atomic reactor, and blow the aircraft to pieces. And what's more, Tin-Tin was on board, on her way to join the International Rescue team."
Tin-Tin: "I don't understand it. Something must be wrong. We're losing height."
Announcer: "Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention please. We have developed a minor technical fault and are returning to London. Please fasten your safety belts."
Passenger: "Say, you're right. Oh, but I guess it's nothing to worry about."
Tin-Tin: "Well, I hope not. It's a very long way down from here."
Fireflash Co-pilot: "What are we going to do?"
Captain Hanson: "I don't know. We can't reach the bomb, we can't land, and if we stay up here we get radiation exposure. Whichever way you look at it, we don't stand a chance."
Commander Norman [to himself]: "They haven't got a chance. We've just got to sit here and wait for them to die."
Captain Hanson: "London Tower from Fireflash. Now circling at 30,000 feet. Radiation safety factor now two hours. As far as I can see, London, nothing can save us now short of a miracle."
John [to himself]: "That's just what you might get."
Jeff: "OK, boys. That's the brief. It's our first assignment, so make it good. As you know, your uniforms are in your craft, and must only be worn on call."
Scott: "Right, father."
Alan: "OK, father."
Virgil: "Sure thing, dad."
Gordon: "Yeah, father."
Jeff: "OK, Scott. Away you go. And keep in touch."
Scott: "Yes sir."
Jeff: "Well, Brains, your phenomenal mind made all this possible. Now you're going to see it in operation."
Alan: "Good luck, Scott."
Virgil: "Take it easy, Scott."
Narrator: "So, I got onto the revolving panel that leads to Thunderbird 1, and I glided along the moving floorway to the door of the nosecone. Once I was in the pilot seat, I pushed the button that prepared the craft for launching. When Thunderbird 1 was sliding down the ramp, into the launch pad, I knew that above me, the basin of the swimming pool was moving across to leave a gap above the launching area. Once I got there, I fired the motors, and Thunderbird 1 surged upward into the daylight."
Scott: "International Rescue Space Station. This is Thunderbird 1. Give me the low-down, John."
John: "Thunderbird 1 from Space Station. They're trying to dislodge the bomb by aerobatics, but they're not having much success."
Scott: "From what you say, John, we're the only ones that can save them. We'd better bring up our heavy equipment. It looks like we're gonna need it. I'll contact father on the TV portrait."
[Scene cuts to Jeff Tracy's office. Scott's portrait is beeping.]
Jeff: "Go ahead, Scott."
Scott: "I'll be arriving at London Airport in 52 minutes. But it looks like I'll need heavy rescue."
Jeff: "OK, Scott. I'll organise that right away. Virgil, away you go."
Virgil: "Right, father."
Narrator: "Virgil went down to the Heavy Rescue Hangar via the chute that drops him right into his chair in the cabin of Thunderbird 2. And while a massive cliff-face was dropping away to reveal the hangar entrance, the Pods containing the heavy rescue machinery were slipping along a conveyor belt. When Pod 3 had arrived under the aircraft, the tall legs of Thunderbird 2 retracted, and the craft sank on top of it. Then, Virgil rolled his machine forward to its ramp, fired the rockets, and in seconds, he was airborne, on his way to join me. But by now, I was well on my way to London Airport. In the rescue business, speed is all-important. And my Thunderbird is capable of reaching phenomenal speeds. I guess in the London Control Tower, they could hardly believe their eyes when they picked me up on their radar screens."
Assistant Controller: "Aircraft approaching from the east. Height 2,500 feet, speed 7... point 5 thousand miles per hour!"
Commander Norman: "7,500 miles an hour? Have you gone crazy?"
Scott: "London Tower, this is International Rescue. Fireflash is in trouble, and we are equipped to help you. Request permission to land."
Commander Norman: "International Rescue? What is this?"
Assistant Controller: "That must be the aircraft I just picked up."
Commander Norman: "This I must see. International Rescue, you are cleared to land. Use runway two-nine."
Scott [On monitor]: "Will not require runway. Coming in vertically."
Scott: "London Tower from International Rescue. Now, listen carefully. I want men and transport to take my portable equipment to your control tower. And I want an assurance from you that you will place guards on my aircraft to ensure that no photographs are taken."
Commander Norman: "International Rescue, please give me information about your organisation. We cannot grant facilities without knowing more details."
Scott: "Look, there are 600 people up there with about 40 minutes to live! Now, you can't help them, but I believe we can. Now what's it gonna be?"
Commander. Norman: "All right, International Rescue. But I just hope you know what you're doing."
Narrator: "I guess the Airport Controller knew there was no time for argument. The situation was now desperate. Already, one attempt to save Fireflash had been made. They had winched a man from another aircraft into the wing of Fireflash, in an attempt to dismantle the bomb. When he got there, he lost his grip and fell out through the open hatch. The controller was as good as his word. In seconds, the runway was swarming with police cars, that converged on TB 1. But, somehow, the saboteur, the guy who had put the bomb in the Fireflash, had got amongst them posing as a police officer, and with a camera concealed in the badge of his cap."
The Hood (to himself): "As I thought. International Rescue are arriving on the scene. Part two of my plan about to commence. Heh, heh, heh."
Scott: "Now, let's recap. Fireflash has another thirty minutes before its radiation safety factor expires."
Commander Norman: "Right."
Scott: "Now, the specialised gear that I require for the rescue will be here in twenty minutes. Leaving us just ten minutes to put our rescue into operation. Thunderbird 2, this is Mobile Control. Confirm estimated time of arrival London Airport."
Virgil: "OK, Scott. Arriving in nineteen and one half minutes from now."
Scott [On radio]: "Now, as soon as you arrive, unload high-speed Elevator Car with two radio-controlled subsidiaries. Then, proceed to end of runway Two-Nine and report."
Virgil: "Thunderbird 1, F.A.B."
Scott: "Fireflash, this is International Rescue, Mobile Control. In approximately eighteen minutes from now, I will request you to land using runway two-nine. You are to come in with landing gear up. Repeat: landing gear up. Make a completely normal approach, and keep your head...."
The Hood (to himself): Now, to make sure that no-one takes photographs of Thunderbird 1... except me, of course. Heh, heh, heh."
Scott: "The Automatic Camera Detector! Quick, someone's photographing the instrument panel of Thunderbird 1! It's imperative that you get this man and stop him!"
Commander Norman [Into radio.]: "Airport Police, this is the control tower. Someone is taking photographs inside the International Rescue aircraft. Grab him, and bring him in for questioning."
Virgil: "Mobile Control, this is Thunderbird 2. Approaching London Airport."
Scott: "OK, Virgil. You're cleared to land. The airport is closed to all traffic during this emergency."
Virgil: "F.A.B. Touching down on end of two-nine."
Policeman [On radio.]: "London Tower from Airport Mobile Police. We have lost contact with pursued car. Vehicle was last seen turning onto M1, turning towards Birmingham."
Commander Norman: "Message received and understood." [He turns to Scott.] "I'm sorry. We did our best."
Scott: "OK, leave this to me."
Scott: [over radio] "Mobile Control calling International Rescue, England."
Lady Penelope: "International Rescue. Lady Penelope speaking."
Scott: "Require your assistance. Man with photographic record of Thunderbird 1 proceeding along M1 motorway, in your direction. Car registration: 695 CMO. Over."
Lady Penelope: "Mobile Control, F.A.B." (To herself:) "Oh dear, how inconvenient. Just as I'm expecting visitors. Three coach-loads, too.... Oh well."
Parker: "You called, m'lady?"
Lady Penelope: "Yes Parker. Get the Rolls-Royce. We are going for a little drive."
Narrator: "So, Lady Penelope, with Parker at the wheel of her Rolls Royce FAB 1, speeded towards the motorway in hot pursuit. But for the Fireflash, time was running out. The voice of the pilot sounded grim when he radioed through to me in the Airport Control Tower."
Captain Hanson: "Mobile Control from Fireflash. We have only five minutes left. Unless you can start rescue operation immediately, we've had it."
Scott: "Stand by, Fireflash. Thunderbird 2 from Mobile Control. Are you ready, Virgil?"
Virgil: "Mobile Control and Fireflash. This is Thunderbird 2. I'm ready."
Narrator: "Virgil was seated at the controls of his Master Elevator Car, which he drove out of the Pod. Behind him came two other Elevator Trucks, which he could control by remote radio. Each of the three machines had a massive flat roof, cushioned by powerful springs. When Virgil told me he was in position at the start of the runway, I radioed the Fireflash pilot with final instructions."
Scott: "Control to Fireflash, commence your approach. And good luck. After acknowledgement of this transmission, do not make any further calls. Whatever happens, keep this frequency clear."
Captain Hanson: "Roger, Control. Starting approach now."
Assistant Controller: "Aircraft approaching glide path, five miles to threshold."
Scott: "Stand by, Virgil. Fireflash on final approach."
Narrator: "Virgil waited in the Master Elevator Car for me to give the final go-ahead. In the Control Tower, the radar operator was describing the Fireflash's final approach."
Assistant Controller: "Aircraft on glide path. Three and a half miles to threshold."
Scott: "Stand by crash tenders."
Commander Norman: "Crash tenders to centre of runway two-nine."
Crash tenders: "Roger."
Scott [On radio.]: "Stand by, Virgil. Fireflash one and one half miles from threshold... one and one quarter miles from threshold... one mile from threshold. Start tracking."
Virgil: "Mobile Control, F.A.B."
Assistant Controller: "Fireflash 700 yards from threshold. Airspeed 130 knots."
Scott: "Increase to 108."
Narrator: "As Virgil's three Elevator Trucks raced along beneath it, the Fireflash dropped lower and lower. With utmost concentration, the entire team used all their skill and precision to bring the vehicles in exactly the right position, for exactly the right moment."
Virgil [On radio.] "OK, Fireflash, cut engines."
Narrator: "As the massive aircraft was about to rest on the trucks, a fault developed in one of them."
Virgil: "Fireflash, overshoot, OVERSHOOT!"
Narrator: "So, Virgil backtracked to the starting-point, and brought out of the Pod the fourth and last Elevator Car, and the whole operation was started again."
Captain Hanson: "OK, here we go. And this time it's the last time...."
Assistant controller: "Aircraft approaching glide path. Four miles to threshold."
Scott: "Stand by, Virgil. Fireflash on final approach."
Virgil:"OK, Scott. Standing by."
Co-pilot: "On glide path. Rate of descent 400 feet a minute."
Assistant Controller: "Aircraft on glide path. Three miles to threshold."
Scott: "Stand by, crash tenders."
Commander Norman [Into radio.] : "Crash crews to centre of two-nine."
Co-pilot: "Runway ahead, two miles."
Scott [Into radio.]: "Fireflash now one mile from threshold. Start tracking."
Virgil: "Mobile Control, F.A.B."
Assistant Controller: "Fireflash 500 yards from threshold. Airspeed 120 knots."
Scott: "Increase to 105."
Virgil: "105. F.A.B."
Narrator: "So, the mighty Fireflash, with its crew and passengers of 600, came roaring down towards the runway. Ahead of it raced Virgil's three Elevator Cars. Gradually, the Fireflash came into a position directly above the cars. One wing over each of the Radio Cars, and the massive fussilage over Virgil's Master Car. With barely a yard separating the cars and the Fireflash, Virgil shouted a command at the Fireflash pilot."
Virgil [On radio]: "Fireflash from Thunderbird 2, cut engines!"
Narrator: "The port wing of the Fireflash suddenly dropped dangerously near the ground."
Virgil: "Fireflash, lift port wing! Lift port wing!"
Narrator: "The engines sprang to life, and the wing rose just enough for the Radio Truck to race into position beneath it."
Virgil: "Cut power!"
Virgil: "OK, Fireflash, reverse thrust!"
Narrator: "The Fireflash was now totally supported by the three Elevator Cars. But by now, they were running out of runway."
Virgil: "I'm applying brakes down here."
Captain Hanson: "We're not gonna make it! We're running out of runway!"
Virgil: "Hold tight, Fireflash! Applying maximum brakes!"
Narrator: "The strain on the Elevator Cars was colossal! The tires were exploding! And finally, the Master elevator Car with Virgil inside it slewed off course. With a mighty bump, Fireflash dropped to the ground, and there was a terrific display of sparks as the aircraft scraped down the last few yards of runway. With only feet to go, the giant liner drew to a halt. For a ghastly moment, we held our breath. Would the impact affect the bomb inside the wing? But all was well. The bomb did not explode."
Commander Norman: "They made it. They made it!" [To Scott:] "Jolly good show, old boy!"
Harris: "And what a show...."
Commander Norman: "How can we ever thank you?"
Scott: "Well, I'll tell you. It's essential for the reason I explained to you that our organization remains top secret. I want you to contact your authorities and make sure that there are no aircraft within a hundred mile radius when we leave, and their assurance that we will not be tracked. Whatever happens, secrecy must be maintained at all costs."
Commander Norman: "I'll do my best. But talking of secrecy, how about that character who photographed your aircraft?"
Scott: "Don't worry, he'll be taken care of...."
[Scene cuts to motorway. The Hood looks in his mirror. Lady Penelope and Parker are in the pink Rolls-Royce, FAB 1, giving chasing. Scene cuts to FAB 1.]
Parker: "We're closing in on 'im, m'lady."
Lady Penelope: "Good, Parker. Wait till we get to a clear stretch of road. We don't want to create a scene."
Parker: "Very good, m'lady."
Lady Penelope: "Go ahead, Parker."
Parker: "Yes, m'lady."
[Parker fires FAB 1's grille-mounted machine cannon. It catches the back end of the Hood's car. The Hood's car swerves, smashes through the road side barrier, rolls off the road, down the embankment, and finally explodes as it comes to rest.]
Lady Penelope: "Well done, Parker."
Parker: "Thank you, madam. 'Ome, m'lady?"
Lady Penelope: "Home, Parker."
Narrator: "It looked like that guy wasn't going to give us any more trouble. The roll of film containing the secrets of International Rescue could not possibly have survived that wreck."
The Hood: "My pictures! They are ruined! Someone will pay for this...! International Rescue haven't heard the last of me!"
Presenter (Jeff Tracy): "As you all know, a great deal of the success of International Rescue depends on the fact that our operational headquarters remain a closely guarded secret. A lot of ruthless people would like to get their hands on our equipment. Of course, there are some trusted friends, such as yourself, in the know. But I'm sure you will use your discretion. Anyway, this next story you're gonna hear involves one of Tin-Tin's friends, who didn't share our secrets. We were in danger of being exposed unwittingly, but that little problem was solved, as you'll find out. Virgil in Thunderbird 2 played a very important role in this rescue, but as Virgil is enjoying a welcome break from duty, I'll hand you over to Brains in his laboratory, where he's checking through his Rescue Files."
Eddie Houseman: "It's clearing.... We're through! Bang on schedule."
Chuck Taylor: "Great!"
Mr. Cheng: "Congratulations, Mr Houseman."
Eddie Houseman: "Thanks, boys! There'll be a good bonus for this. OK, let's go take a look."
Mr. Cheng: "Rock fall! Rock fall!"
Eddie Houseman: "Reverse back! REVERSE BACK!"
Mr. Cheng: "That was close!"
Eddie Houseman: "It was. Well, let's get back to base."
Narrator (Brains): "Oh, hello there. Welcome to Brains' laboratory. I'm just running through some video tapes of International Rescue operations. You've just heard the start of what turned out to be a very tricky rescue indeed. We call it 'The End of the Road', and it was just about that for Eddie Houseman, who was trapped in a precariously balanced Explosives Truck. This one proved to be a real tough test for Virgil and Thunderbird 2, the biggest of all our rescue craft. We had to negotiate a narrow, man-made canyon, with inches to spare on either side, and he wasn't helped any by the stormy weather conditions. You see, the Gray & Houseman Construction Company had been contracted to complete a through-road in mountainous and jungle-choked terrain. And they were racing against time, trying to complete the work before the start of the monsoon season. In their favour, they had some really fantastic equipment, and first-class men. But, for a time, it looked as if Lady Luck had turned her back on them. Let's go back and join them before the trouble really starts."
Bob Gray: "Eddie, you did wonders! I never thought you'd get through the mountain this side of the monsoon."
Eddie Houseman: "With any luck, we're gonna make that date."
Bob Gray: "Let's drink to that."
Eddie Houseman: "It's our first big contract. If we fall down on this one, we've had it."
Bob Gray: "Well, Eddie, you've played your part. Now, I'll play mine. Provided I can get that road finished before the rains, we'll be OK."
Eddie Houseman: "Yeah, I guess it's over to you, now."
Bob Gray: "You just go off and enjoy your vacation, and don't worry. Oh, by the way, where are you going to? Anywhere special?"
Eddie Houseman: "I'm just uh... looking up an old friend."
Gordon Tracy: "Aircraft approaching the island!"
Gordon Tracy: "It's going."
Scott Tracy: "You're wrong, Gordon."
Jeff Tracy: "Sounds like it's coming in to land.... It IS coming in to land! Operation Cover-up!"
Narrator: "Operation Coverup involves putting an everyday front on the Tracy Household. It had been designed for just such an emergency. I had rigged up a control panel which hid all trace of the International Rescue set-up. For example, the large wall pictures of the Tracy boys in uniform were covered by other photographs of them in everyday clothes. All the communications equipment slid into recesses, to be replaced by innocent-looking ornaments. Of course, John was advised to use the secret communications channel in the event of a rescue operation call when visitors were on the island."
Tin-Tin: "I wonder who it can be?"
Scott Tracy: "Well, whoever it is, I hope they don't stay long."
Jeff Tracy: "Yeah, it'd be kind of awkward if we get an emergency call."
Kyrano: "A gentleman to see you, Mr Tracy. A Mr Eddie Houseman."
Tin-Tin: "Eddie? Eddie Houseman!"
Narrator: "It seems that Eddie and Tin-Tin had been at school together, and he had stopped of to say hello on his way back to the road camp after his vacation. However, a call from Bob Gray cut short his stay with the Tracy's."
Virgil Tracy: "Lucky we didn't have a call while he was here, wasn't it, father."
Jeff Tracy: "Yes, it was, Virgil."
Scott Tracy: "I wonder what sort of trouble they've got on that road."
Bob Gray: "Oh, Lester. According to the weather reports, we're just gonna make it. The rains are due in about two days."
J. B. Lester: "Yeah, but take a look at this. The instruments are picking up earth tremors in the mountains."
Bob Gray: "What?! How bad are they?"
J. B. Lester: "It's hard to tell. The signals are faint, but that doesn't mean a thing."
Bob Gray: "Let's go and take a look for ourselves."
J. B. Lester: "Look! Look at that!"
Bob Gray: "I've seen enough!"
J. B. Lester: "That's bad."
Bob Gray: "The monsoon will bring that whole range down into the cutting we've made. We'll never finish the road on time now!"
Eddie Houseman: "We can't give up now, Bob, we can't!"
Bob Gray: "Eddie, it's too late. The rains have started."
Eddie Houseman: "Well, what do we do? Just sit here, for the landslide to ruin all our work to date?"
Bob Gray: "That's what we'll do. And then, in the spring...."
Eddie Houseman: "In the spring? That means we'll lose our contract."
Bob Gray: "We'll just have to try and get an extension, that's all."
Eddie Houseman: "Extension! Why, the only reason we got the contract was because we gave an early completion date. If we don't make the date we said we would, this company is nothing. You're out, I'm out, everything we planned for and worked for goes up in smoke!"
Lester: "There's no other way, Eddie."
Eddie Houseman: "That's where you're wrong. There's one way. Let me take a gang of men up there, with carefully placed Nutomic Charges, I could blast the peak and make it fall away from the road, instead of into it."
Bob Gray: "You couldn't do it."
Eddie Houseman: "Try me."
Bob Gray: "Eddie, the seismograph shows that peak could collapse at any second! And even a small slide could cause a charge to explode while you were working on them. If you weren't blown to bits, you'd be buried alive."
Eddie Houseman: "I know my job."
Bob Gray: "And I know mine! And since I'm the senior partner, I say we apply for the extension."
Eddie Houseman: "It'll break us!"
Bob Gray: " Maybe. But you'll be alive. Look, I'm not going to argue. The decision is made."
Narrator: "It looked like like the end of their dream, but Eddie was a stubborn guy. He decided to go it alone. So, once every one was asleep, he crept down and loaded some Nutomic Charges aboard the Explosives Tractor. The noise of the Tractor leaving disturbed Bob Gray, but by the time he had gathered his thoughts, Eddie was well on his way. He tried to contact him on the Audiophone."
Bob Gray: "Hello, Eddie? Eddie, can you hear me? No word for half an hour."
Lester: "You'd better try again."
Bob Gray: "Eddie, this is Bob. Call in. Call in! No good. I guess we'll have to...."
Eddie Houseman: "Hi, Bob. This is Eddie. I've planted the charges."
Bob Gray: "Eddie, then get out of there! That peak's cracking up! There'll be a landslide any minute!"
Eddie Houseman: "Then I guess I'd better fire the charges now."
Bob Gray: "You'll be too close! Get away from there, you'll kill yourself. The company isn't worth it! Eddie? Eddie, can you hear me? He cut off. He cut off!"
Bob Gray: "Eddie? Eddie! Can you hear me?"
Eddie Houseman: "Yeah. Yeah, I can hear you."
Bob Gray: "You did it! You're OK. Eddie, the cutting's in no danger now. We can see from here."
Eddie Houseman: "Bob, listen. The blast took my tractor right to the edge. I can't get out. If I move to the door, the thing will overbalance."
Bob Gray: "OK. Keep calm, Eddie. We're on our way."
Eddie Houseman: "There's worse to come. I've still got a case of Nutomic Charges on board. If this goes over the edge, I'm gonna be blown sky-high."
Narrator: "Oh, boy. What a spot to be in. This was one situation the Construction Company wasn't equipped to handle. Time was also against them. At any second, the Tractor could slip off the edge to disaster. Suddenly, Bob remembered International Rescue. Within seconds, John in Thunderbird 5 had picked up the SOS."
Bob Gray: "That's right. You get the picture?"
John Tracy: "But you can't reach the tractor because of the state of the ground?"
Bob Gray: "The explosions cut the ground up so bad we just daren't chance our weight on it."
John Tracy: "OK, Mr Gray. We're on our way."
John Tracy: "I told him we'd be there, father. I hope I did right."
Jeff Tracy: "Of course you did right, son. What's that supposed to mean, anyway?"
John Tracy: "I left the name of the guy we're going to rescue till last."
Scott Tracy: "Why, who is it?"
John Tracy: "Eddie Houseman."
Alan Tracy: "Eddie Houseman!?"
Scott Tracy: "Hey, father, he knows us."
Jeff Tracy: "That's right, Scott. Eddie knows us."
Alan Tracy: "That means we can't help? Is this what you're saying, Dad?"
Jeff Tracy: "No, Alan."
Scott Tracy: "But if we go through with this job, we're gonna break our cover. And we know how essential it is that this outfit remains secret."
John Tracy: "What do we do? Turn this call down?"
Jeff Tracy: "No, John, we don't turn down any call! We've done everything we could to hide our identity, but not at the risk of wasting a life. Carry on, Scott."
Scott Tracy: "Yes, sir."
Narrator: "As usual, the Thunderbird craft were standing on their launching pads. The nuclear engines of the machines were charged to allow upto 6 months flying time. Scott entered his machine via the moving ramp which connected the Tracy lounge directly with the nosecone of Thunderbird 1. As the pre-launch checks were carried out, he changed into his duty uniform. Then the craft slid gently down the ramp on to the launch pad. Within a matter of seconds, Thunderbird 1 blasted up through the hole where the swimming pool had been but a few moments before and was off to the rescue area."
Scott Tracy: "International Rescue, from Thunderbird 1. Changing to horizontal flight."
Narrator: "As Thunderbird 1 reached top speed, Mr Tracy was completing his instructions to Virgil and Alan."
Jeff Tracy: "OK, Virgil, that's the brief. Use the magnetic grabs. Alan can help you on this one. Any questions?"
Virgil Tracy: "No sir."
Alan Tracy: "No sir."
Jeff Tracy: "Away you go. Good luck."
Narrator: "The enormous bulk of Thunderbird 2 dwarfs the other craft, and understandably so, as this is the freighter ship of the International Rescue fleet. All the heavy rescue gear is stored in 6 Pods in the hangar, and once Virgil has selected the required equipment, the gigantic hull of Thunderbird 2 settles over the Pod, and the entire unit then proceeds to the launching ramp. So, Virgil made his way directly to the flight deck by means of a chute, again connecting the Tracy lounge to the craft. As he did so, Alan entered the machine by means of the passenger elevator. As you all know, Thunderbird 2 is housed behind a sheer cliff face, which slides away mechanically to allow the craft on to the ramp. Virgil eased his giant charge on to the ramp, the launch procedure was carried out, and they were airborn, with a deafening roar. Meanwhile, back at the camp, things were getting desperate, for Lester couldn't seem to raise International Rescue."
Lester: "International Rescue, come in, please. It's no good. I can't reach them."
Scott Tracy: "Thunderbird 1 to Rescue Area."
Lester: "Come in, Thunderbird 1. Come in."
Scott Tracy: "Listen, Rescue Area, it'll be a few more minutes before Thunderbird 2 gets here. I'm gonna try and do something about those boulders."
Lester: "OK, check. I don't know what you can do. We were gonna try and build a barrier, but we haven't got the necessary gear."
Scott Tracy: "Well, we have. So, here goes!"
Narrator: "Although the bulk of the rescue equipment is always carried in Thunderbird 2, Scott in Thunderbird 1 has a few emergency tricks up his sleeve. A part of his equipment includes a battery of high-tensile spear firing tubes. He let loose a salvo which studded firmly into the rock face, and these acted as a protective screen against the falling boulders."
Lester: "Wow! Did you see what I saw?"
Mr. Cheng: "Some machine!"
Lester: "And here comes another one!"
Scott Tracy: "Thunderbird 2 from Thunderbird 1. I'm glad to see you, fellas. Now, here's the situation, Virgil. I've laid down a steel screen to stop any boulders from knocking the tractor over the edge. Now, lower your grabs and pick it up."
Virgil Tracy: "FAB, Scott."
Virgil Tracy: "OK, Alan."
Virgil Tracy: "OK, Scott, I'm coming in now."
Scott Tracy: "I'll guide you in."
Narrator: "And so, Virgil began the tricky task of maneuvering Thunderbird 2 into a canyon not much wider than its wingspan. With Scott's help, he reached a position immediately over the tractor, and then...."
Scott Tracy: "Pull away, Virgil! Your vertical jets are tipping it over!"
Virgil Tracy: "What are we gonna do, Scott? We'll have to go in close if we're gonna make contact with the grabs."
Scott Tracy: "We've got to think of a way of stabilising that tractor while the grabs are attached."
Virgil Tracy: "Scott! Couldn't they fix a line that would hold it steady?"
Scott Tracy: "No, Virgil, I'm sure that's not possible. The ground near the tractor is so badly cracked that even a small increase in weight could tip that balance. Hey, wait! I've got an idea."
Scott Tracy: "If this works, Virgil, come straight in and grab it."
Scott Tracy: "Stand by, Virgil."
Virgil Tracy: "F.A.B."
Narrator: "Now it was Scott's turn for some tricky flying. Being smaller, Thunderbird 1 was able to negotiate the canyon more easily. But Scott had to get to a position with his nose angled towards the canyon wall, and underneath the precariously balanced Tractor. He then held the Tractor up while Virgil tried again."
Scott Tracy: "OK, Virgil. Come in now. I'll take the strain."
Virgil Tracy: "F.A.B. Coming in now."
Narrator: "This time, it worked, and Alan lowered the grabs, which were then electronically locked on to the Tractor."
Alan Tracy: "OK, Scott. We've got it!"
Narrator: "It looked like plain sailing from then on, but...."
Scott Tracy: "It's all yours."
Alan Tracy: "It's too heavy for the grabs! We're not gonna hold it!"
Narrator: "Easy, Virgil! He's slipping! Oh, sorry about that. I guess I... I got kinda carried away."
Scott Tracy: "Virgil, hold her steady. Eddie's jumping for it."
Narrator: "Eddie leapt on to the mountainside at the first opportunity."
Scott Tracy: "OK, Virgil. He's clear. Now get the tractor to level ground so we can get to the Nutomic Charges."
Virgil Tracy: "F.A.B, Scott."
Narrator: "But now, there were only two grabs supporting the Tractor. Virgil raced Thunderbird 2 as swiftly as possible from the scene, heading for open country. It was touch and go all the way, but he made it."
Virgil Tracy: "Nearly there."
Alan Tracy: "We can't hold her. She's going!"
Narrator: "The Tractor finally broke free, and plummeted earthward. There was a shattering explosion!"
Lester: "You saved the road, Eddie. You saved the road!"
Eddie Houseman: "Did I? If you ask me, International Rescue did all the saving around here. I'm sure looking forward to thanking those guys."
Bob Gray: "Doesn't look as though you're gonna get a chance."
Narrator: "Thunderbirds were heading for home, thankful for their successfully accomplished mission, and pleased that the security of the International Rescue organisation had been maintained."
Presenter: "Well, there you have it. A pair of really exciting rescues. I sure hope you enjoyed your visit with us, and look forward to meeting you again in the near future. So long for now, and thanks for joining us."