Summer of Rockets

I'd forgotten it was Saturday.

Someone's getting married.

They're not coming back, are they? The people who did this.

They won't come back today, no.

Have you called the police?

Well, the department are on their way.

They'll be here any moment.

It's only a dog that died.

Hardly an emergency.

Who did this, Mr Field?

Come with me.

Yes, you're still here.

I thought you might want to have some of them.

So I'm going to pack up this room last.

You want to know who's responsible?

What, all of them?

We'll see.

This young man, David, is in fact my son, Anthony.

But he says he's not, madam.

There is a resemblance, of course. I can see that.

And I didn't realise that yesterday, I admit.

But this young man is David Harris.

He's worked here for three years.

He's not your son, madam.

Anthony?

Oh, my God!

It is Anthony!

Anthony, my boy! You're back with us!

This is my husband.

There's nothing to be alarmed about.

I'm Richard Shaw, I'm a Member of Parliament.

I'm not these people's son.

- I'm not! - Don't worry, everybody.

Please, we will take care of him.

- What are you doing? - Come on.

- Hey, hey, hey, no, get your hands off me! - Don't treat him like that!

I don't know these people. I'm not their son, I'm not.

Who on Earth are these men and why are they here?

I don't want us to risk losing him again.

- I thought I had to bring support. - I trusted you, you promised me!

It'll be all right when we get home.

- I'm not their son! Help me! - It's all right.

Thank you.

Shut the door, please.

There's only one glass.

Give it to Samuel.

I'll have the flask.

Robert, are you OK?

I'll be fine in a moment.

I think, Mr Petrukhin, you have a right to know everything

we do about these people.

About bloody time.

And we'll make sure that your house is safe so tomorrow

you can bring your family back there.

But first I'd be delighted if you'd be my guest at my club.

Although, of course, I'd understand if you don't want to help us any more.

On the contrary.

I want to do everything I can to stop them.

Come in. Come in, my boy.

Anthony.

Welcome home.

I'm not him.

I'm not Anthony.

Have a good look round.

Remind yourself of everything.

Come.

You must have missed all this.

I know you don't believe me.

I'm seeing this garden for the very first time.

Here are all your drawings and paintings, Anthony.

Oh, David - I will call you David.

I didn't do any of these.

Please listen to this.

I am not your son.

Do you think he really doesn't remember?

Or is it just playacting?

I'm not sure.

It's just the shock, I think.

He's become somebody else while he was away.

He'll come back to us.

Does he really want us to call him David?

Yes.

But it won't last.

Richard, we don't need all these men now, do we, surely?

Just for the moment, till we're certain the press

haven't got hold of it.

They aren't the people who tore down my posters, are they?

Why would they have done that?

To stop any publicity about the family.

No, of course not.

And they'll be gone very soon, I promise.

We just need to guard our privacy for a few

more days, darling.

But only for a few days.

And he's not going to be a prisoner, he's not going to be locked in.

I feel such joy that he's here, Richard.

I don't want anything to spoil that.

Mr Richardson.

The Jew's back.

An ingenious invention.

So, this is the situation, Mr Petrukhin.

One can't go after people for what they're thinking,

for what they may be imagining doing.

Especially when what they really think may be disguised

by innocent-looking lectures on Victorian buildings.

Conspiracies are hard to prove.

Two people have been killed already, not to mention what happened today.

Surely...

An RAF man went berserk on an airfield.

He maintains he was acting completely on his own

and that he is mentally ill.

And as for today, well, a dog died during a burglary.

So this is what we know, Mr Petrukhin.

There is a cabal of disaffected people, a coalition between once

important man who now feel themselves sidelined,

and a few members of my own service, rogue officers from MI5 and MI6,

who feel that there's massive Russian penetration,

not just in the Secret Service...

But in the Foreign Office. And at the heart of government.

These people are determined to take action to gain power

and put their own man in place.

And they think they've found their perfect candidate in Richard Shaw.

He's malleable, a charming chap and extremely popular

with the public.

And to do this, they're prepared to use force.

So that they can alter the future and stop the dismantling

of the British Empire.

We think that, through you, Mr Petrukhin...

- Thank you. - Yes, thank you, we'll do the rest.

Yes. We think that, through you, Mr Petrukhin, through

your friendship with Richard Shaw and Lord Wallington,

that we can get the evidence we need to stop them

before they act.

Because now they think you're one of them.

I don't think they feel that.

Not yet, anyhow.

Then you must make them believe it.

Can you do that, Samuel?

Can you disguise the way you really feel?

Not easily.

It's not what I'm best at.

I tend to show what I'm thinking.

And if they start pouring out anti-Semitic bile,

and I just have to nod away, then that's going to be very hard.

And they won't believe it, will they?

You're a white Russian. You want to fight the communists.

That they will believe.

If you make them.

Also, we think they want to use your pager as part

of the operation they're planning.

Anyway, isn't there one very big problem with using me?

You think that they're connected to the gunmen.

So how come, if they like you so much, they want to kill you? Yes.

Because they were after me and William, and he bungled it.

The shooter.

I'd driven off, but he still went ahead with it.

You happened to be in the wrong place, Samuel.

We realise you've already done a lot for us, Mr Petrukhin.

You need to get back with your family. Think it over.

Yes, you must miss them.

I'm sorry, Joel.

I'm not ready to do this.

Not today.

Because it's me?

You're not ready to do it with me?

No, it's not because of you. It really isn't.

Esther brought a message from the factory.

My dad's going to be home tomorrow.

And you're already worrying about that?

Yes, I want to be sure he's OK.

And you wouldn't want him to know about me?

Not yet, no.

I've hardly had a boyfriend at all until now, let alone...

I don't want to give him anything else to worry about at the moment.

Or ever?

I didn't say that.

We don't know what's going to happen, do we?

I mean, we could be...

All blown up next week.

The end of the world.

Yes.

I know.

You keep saying that.

Joel!

Joel!

Joel!

Joel!

Joel!

We're arresting YOU.

Over there.

We're arresting you, young lady.

That's ridiculous.

Quiet.

Cos you started this. Isn't that right?

No, that certainly isn't right.

This is all because of you and what you were doing.

Well, you're all very lucky.

We've been called to an incident.

A much larger incident up the road.

But if there's any more trouble from any of you,