It has to be The Hood! There's no other explanation!
Scott, even if that was him, we can't confirm it.
As far as the Global Defence Force is concerned,
The Hood is still nothing but a phantom.
So what DO you suggest, Colonel Casey? We do nothing?
You'll do what International Rescue does best - help people in trouble.
We'll bring him to justice.
They don't stand a chance, do they?
If these devices are causing earthquakes, we'll find a way to shut them down.
We still don't even know what we're dealing with here.
I can give you a pretty good idea.
Seismic activity has been steadily growing since the first quake,
and it's spreading north along the Pacific plate.
~ This is a global catastrophe in the making. ~ Feel that?
It's another quake.
I'm receiving hundreds of distress calls from the Southern Pacific Rim.
'Just tell us where you need us.'
Oh, my. The solar collector in Taiwan has fallen out of alignment.
Is that an actual emergency, Brains?
Here's how it was before.
Thousands of individually controlled mirrors concentrate the sun's rays
into a frighteningly powerful beam.
The heat is so intense, you get the same hydrogen fusion
that fuels a star.
This is the collector now. When the sun comes up,
those rays will be aiming directly at the city of Taipei.
We need to move that reflector.
Gordon, I'm picking up a distress call from a trawler
taking on water.
~ Tell them I'm on my way! ~ All right, then. Time to gear up.
Yes, let's do this!
Sorry, Alan. we need to keep you and Thunderbird 3 in reserve.
In case the TV goes out. I get it.
Five. Four.
Three. Two.
One.
'Thunderbirds are go!'
'Activating scram jets.'
Slow and steady wins the race! I'll see you when I get there.
F-A-B.
Lady Penelope, I need some information.
John. Of course.
It's about The Hood. I know Dad had you looking into him.
True, but I'm afraid I didn't learn much.
I uncovered at least seven aliases he operated under.
But since your father's... accident,
the trail went cold. He simply disappeared.
Gordon was right. Global Defence Force won't find this guy.
Hm, this looks to be some kind of transmitter.
Thunderbird 5, do you read me? I need you to monitor a frequency.
Standing by.
What does this thing do?
It appears to be the seismic actuator.
In a working device, the vibrations would generate an earthquake.
Might I suggest 'Look, don't touch'?
'I've got a visual on the solar collector.
This is gonna be trickier than I thought.
I'm gonna have to land at the base of the mountain
and jet-pack up to the site to get a look.'
F-A-B, Scott.
Hold on a minute. I'm getting a breakthrough.
All global frequencies.
People of Earth.
You have seen the power I command.
My demands are simple.
I'll require three perfect spheres of diphyllium alloy,
an island above the 33rd parallel,
and the World Council will deliver the Thunderbirds to me.
All of them. Before this day is done.
Fulfil my requests and the earthquakes will stop.
Ignore them, and the suffering will see no end.
Scott, did you get all that?
Yeah. He has to be joking. That list of demands is out of a bad movie.
He may be messing with us, but there is no way we are handing over the Thunderbirds!
Brains, you may have found the key to stopping these earthquake generators.
Using that frequency, I was able to isolate the control signal
linking all the devices together.
Over 500 devices total, and they're all controlled by one satellite.
Of course. If we can attach just one bypass module to the satellite,
it will redirect control of the earthquake generators to us.
Then we'll be able to shut all of them down at once.
It gets even better. When The Hood tries to check in,
we'll find out where he's hiding.
~ Alan, time to gear up. ~ Yes!
Solo mission, baby!
Except I'll be along for the ride.
It's still your mission. I just need a lift.
I can live with that.
Five. Four.
Three. Two.
One.
Thunderbird 3 is go!
Sorry about last time. The baby-sitter thing.
Uh, no big deal.
~ Most guys would kill to have you for a baby-sitter. ~ Ha ha!
Er, because you're, you know, so responsible...
and stuff. Ha!
You know those demands are a joke, right?
The World Council is desperate.
I wouldn't put it past them to make you hand over your ships.
Can you buy us some time? We might have found a way to stop all this.
Consider it done.
~ No 0.10 Downing Street, if you would, Parker. ~ Right away, m'lady.
FAB 1 is off!
~ Is anyone out there? ~ International Rescue.
We have another situation.
I found a control room crushed under the base of the collector.
I think there may be people inside. I'll try and get them out.
Brains, is there any other way inside this thing?
Through the server room. You'll have to use the access hatch.
And where's the access hatch?
In the centre of the collector.
All right. I'll focus on the workers.
~ Thunderbird 2, you'll need to move that dish. It's sunrise. ~ F-A-B.
I'm at the hatch.
'Get in there or you're going to be a baked potato.'
I feel like one already.
I'm in.
I'll drop the magnetic claw and try to pull the dish skyward.
Would you look at that? First try!
I'm in the server room, Brains. I can hear people below me,
but I don't see a way down.
Watch out!
Scott, I think we might have a slight complication.
Thunderbird 2, there's too much pressure. Disengage!
We have to find another way to move it.
We'd better think of something fast. Taipei is about to get cooked.
What is that?
Scott! I may have a solution!
The collector is made up of thousands of tiny mirrors.
If we can override the main controls,
it's as simple as turning the mirrors instead of the whole collector!
~ Tell me what to do, Brains! ~ You're looking for a junction marked A18.
I don't see it, Brains. It jumps from A15 to A25.
These schematics must be out of date.
Look for the power distribution relay. Rack 4.
Rack 4...
~ Got it! ~ Turn it to the left!
~ Brains! ~ The earthquake must have damaged the mechanism.
The solar collector is going to destroy the city no matter what!
Jump!
We have to destroy this dish. I need options, Brains. Fast.
Here! The primary support arm!
Remove that, and the entire dish will detach.
I'm sending you coordinates now.
'Virgil, get the engineers out. I'm taking out the dish.'
~ Are you sure about this? ~ It's what Dad would have done.
I'm cutting my way through.
Who's up for getting out of here?
Let's go! Come on!
Waargh!
Urgh! The heat must have fried my jet packs!
~ Scott! ~ Waargh!
~ Aaargh! ~ Scott!
Do you read me?
All right, hot shot. Save your surfing for the beach.
Yeah! Whoo!
This is Thunderbird 3. We've got eyes on the satellite.
Alan, it's essential you don't take Thunderbird 3 too close.
Matching orbit for intercept.
If The Hood suspects we're tampering,
he could set everything off at once.
Electronic shielding is active.
~ We should be invisible to any sensors on board. ~ F-A-B.
~ Wish me luck. ~ You've got this.
This is Thunderbird 3. Commencing EVA.
One other thing.
There's an automated status signal every 30 seconds.
We'll have to attest the bypass module between bursts.
~ Sure. ~ OK.
Stand by. In three,
two, one.
We have 29 seconds, Alan.
Whoa!
~ Any false move and The Hood will be alerted. ~ No pressure.
Lady Penelope bought us some time. This may be the only chance we get.
~ ~ It's just like fixing a TV.
You can do this.
Ten seconds, Alan.
Bypass module attached. The hatch is sealed!
Ha! You did it
The signal is ours. OK, Brains, shut him down.
Come on.
They're turning off.
High five, Max... Ow!
Whoo! That's a relief.
You had us sweating, Thunderbird 3.
Wait. You didn't think I was choking back there, did you?
I had to make sure I had the correct input selected.
Right... In any case, we're proud of you.
I have The Hood's location.
My turn. Commencing halo drop.
'6,000 metres.'
'4,000.'
Yeah!
'2,000.'
I've got eyes on you now.
'1,000 metres.'
Deploying air brake.
I'm down.
'Good luck, Kayo. Be careful in there.'
You should be warning the other guys.
Well, this is a surprise.
~ Kayo, are you there? John, I've lost Kayo's feed! ~ So have I.
I haven't seen you in a very long time, Tanusha Kyrano.
But they call you Kayo now, don't they?
For that knockout punch, no doubt.
I have to assume, since you are here,
International Rescue found a way to stop my earthquake machines. Bravo!
You're in a good mood for someone whose butt just got kicked.
I can assure you my objective was most certainly achieved.
I've made my presence known, I've assessed the Global Defence Force's
pitiful ability to mobilise against me,
and it's been made perfectly clear that the world's leaders
are aren't they too willing to sell out International Rescue
~ to save their own skins. ~ So you can rule the world?
Ha ha! I don't want to rule the world. I simply want to own it.
Let someone else run the place.
I could, however, use a little help around here. Interested?
Never!
Come now. We are family after all.
I already have a family. On Tracy Island.
Families shouldn't keep secrets, Tanusha.
~ Do they know yours? ~ Huh...
That the man they believe is responsible for Jeff Tracy's demise
is your very own uncle?
I'll tell you something they DO know. You're finished,... Uncle!
Did you really think you could take ME and the rest of my forces down
~ all by yourself? ~ No, I didn't.
~ That's someone else's job. ~ The Hood, I presume?
You're an impressive young woman, Tanusha.
I'm sure we'll meet again.
He's blowing the place up! Everybody out!
That means you too, Kayo!
Thunderbird 5, it's Kayo.
I'm gonna need a ride.
~ Whoa! ~ How's that for a ride?
It's all yours. Thunderbird S.
It stands for Thunderbird Shadow.
Wow, Brains! I've never seen anything like it.
I'm sorry to be so long. I wanted it to be p-perfect.
It is. Thank you, Brains.
Now you're really one of us.
~ I should check your suit camera for a malfunction. ~ That's OK.
I accidentally turned it off.
~ Awfully convenient with your camera. ~ Huh...
Don't worry. Jeff kept your secret, Kayo. And I will too.
~ But you're gonna have to tell them eventually. ~ I know.
~ Well, now we're all here, how about a nice family dinner? Huh?
Seems like I've been in that kitchen for days.
Sounds great. I'll go clean up.
~ ~ Thunderbirds are gone!
~ ~ What's that, John?
~ A rescue? I'm on my way! ~ Er, I think I left my thruster on.
Well, this should be... fun.
You're going to love it! It's called meatloaf surprise.
~ What's the surprise? ~ Don't know. Let's find out.