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| - Narrator: Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Thunderbirds Are Go. [The story begins with the title card Terror in New York placed static over footage of an ocean. Almost immediately, Thunderbird 2 soars majestically across the titles. Cut to inside Thunderbird 2's cockpit, where Virgil Tracy sits at the helm.] Virgil: "Thunderbird 1 from Thunderbird 2. Picking up radar scan from surface vessel." [Cut to Scott Tracy inside Thunderbird 1's cockpit.] Scott: "Switch radio to Thunderbird 1." [Cut back to Virgil Tracy inside Thunderbird 2.] Virgil: "Who do you think we're picking up, Scott?" Scott: [offscreen] "Iiiiit, could be the Sentinel, Virgil. The Navy's new strike vessel." [Scene cuts to the Sentinel, a gigantic warship speeding across the water in the direction of Thunderbird 2. Cut to the vessel's bridge, where Sentinel Commander stands with both hands tucked behind his back. Clayton, a nearby Officer, turns to him.] Clayton: "Speed 200 knots sir." Sentinel Commander: "Right. Ask Missile Control for perimeter report." Scanners (offscreen): "Unidentified aircraft..." [Cut to a grilled square speaker built into a nearby olive green bench.] Scanners: "...Approaching. Height: 2000 feet. Air speed: 5000 miles per hour." [Cut to Sentinel Commander staring down at the speaker. An Officer who looks exactly yet sounds nothing like Clayton, stands next to him.] Sentinel Commander: "Okay Scanners. I have it on my screen." [Cut to an active radar scanner.] Scanners (offscreen): "Yes sir. 0-9-6, magnetic." [Cut back to Sentinel Commander, who turns to the Officer.] Officer: "I'm afraid I do sir." Sentinel Commander: "Contact the unidentified aircraft on all hailing frequencies." Officer: "We've already tried that Sir. It's not responding." Sentinel Commander: "Right. Standby interceptor missiles. Get immediate clearance for launching!" [Cut to Thunderbird 2 maintaining its present course through the clouds. Cut to Virgil Tracy sitting in the cockpit.] Virgil: "Thunderbird 1 from Thunderbird 2. I'm getting garbled transmissions, Scott. The Sentinel might be trying to communicate, but I'm not able to receive." [Cut to Scott Tracy at Thunderbird 1's controls.] Scott: "Understood Virgil. Return to base and check your radio." [The previous footage of Thunderbird 2 is replayed here for a few seconds. Cut back to the Sentinel, where the Scanners continue to report on the mysterious aircraft.] Scanners: "Nothing from Central Control, Sir..." [Cut to Sentinel Commander and Clayton, the latter of whom has mysteriously lost his clipboard.] Scanners (offscreen): "No aircraft scheduled in your area. Treat unidentified aircraft as hostile." [Cut to a sudden closeup of Sentinel Commander.] [Cut to exterior shot of the Sentinel's bridge, a small radar spinning on the roof.] Scanners (offscreen): "Attack stations. Trigger Interceptor missiles..." [Cut to a lower portion of the ship, where six mounted missiles are pointed upwards and ready to launch.] Scanners (offscreen): "...Shhhtand by. Ten seconds." [Cut back to the same looped footage of Thunderbird 2 for a few more seconds. Cut back to Sentinel racing across the ocean.] Scanners (offscreen): "Seven. Six. Five." [Cut back to the previous footage of the Sentinel's missiles. Several are beginning to emit light puffs of smoke.] Scanners (offscreen): "Four. Three. Two." [Cut to Sentinel Commander watching from the bridge, while his Officer stares at several panels in the background.] Scanners (offscreen): "One. Zero." Sentinel Commander: "FIRE!" [Cut to the missiles, as the foremost two are swiftly launched.]
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