Summer of Rockets

Mr Samuel?

Mr Samuel?

You need treatment.

You've been hit.

Hallelujah!

As I always say.

I said they were going mad here but now...

...there's nothing to do.

You need to sit still, Mr Samuel, till they get you to hospital.

I'm perfectly fine.

They're just going to clean out the wound and check there's

nothing else wrong.

Don't let that man back in the hospital.

I'll do my best, Mr Samuel.

Dad?

Dad?

Dad?

You've been asleep for nearly two days now, dear.

- Are you feeling any better? - I'm not sure quite yet.

An airman went berserk, that's what they say,

at the airfield.

Is that what they're saying?

But you're safely back with us.

And you'll be home very soon.

Mr Petrukhin... Mr Petrukhin?

You have an infection.

We need to get more antibiotics into you,

which means you'll need to stay with us a few...

- I'd like to see him. You can't see - him, you cannot visit him,

no visitors are allowed to see him, you cannot see him!

It is imperative that I see him! I have something to tell him!

You cannot see him!

I think he can smell it.

I'm sure he can smell it.

I managed to smuggle one in.

I thought a quick munch on some really ripe French cheese,

and Samuel will be up and about in no time.

I told him it's your favourite thing.

Almost - you're forgetting the wine.

That'll be coming soon.

It's very good of you to visit him.

No, don't be silly. We love your father, we all do.

- He's a unique fellow. - He is.

Seemingly old-fashioned but modern on the inside,

isn't he?

I can't help thinking that soon all hospitals will be full

of his bleeper.

In fact, I must make a note to speak to the doctors here about it.

What's that clock?

Ah, the clock!

I'm not sure I should tell you.

Knowing how worried you are about bombs and rockets.

This... is the Doomsday Clock.

The Doomsday Clock?

That does sound worrying.

Yes, well, that's the whole idea.

Scientists each year calculate how close we are

to midnight - nuclear war.

This year it's three minutes to midnight.

- Three minutes?! - Hm.

It's our job, all of us, to push the hands back a little,

to, say, 12 minutes to midnight.

Or 10:30. That would be even better, wouldn't it?

It would. 10:30 would be even better, Hannah.

Well, your face is lighting up, old chap, as you eat that,

which is splendid.

- Come on, darling. Yes. Yes, - we mustn't take up too much time.

I just want to tell you something.

Don't say anything about your search for Anthony on the telephone

at home. Not if you want it to be private.

I think the secret service is listening in.

Listening in? To us? Why would they do that?

I think you may be exaggerating, Samuel.

The shock of the cheese perhaps.

I mean it.

I just... thought I'd tell you that.

Hello, Samuel.

It's good to see you.

They nearly got you, didn't they?

Yes.

Thank you for warning me.

I'm not going to let that happen again.

It's too late for visitors.

I'll call the nurse - you'll be thrown out.

There's no need for that. I will be very brief.

I just wanted to let you know we're putting a 24-hour guard

on your house. Your factory will be watched, too.

We're not convinced the young man who did the shooting

was acting on his own.

We will do our very best to keep you and your family safe.

I involved you in all this. I feel... responsible for putting

you in danger - for you getting shot, in fact.

And yet you managed to miss it all?

You went to take an urgent phone call at exactly the right moment,

- didn't you, Mr Field? - It was extremely lucky, yes.

We must both make sure we continue to be lucky.

- Mrs Shaw? Mike Spearman here. - Yes?

I just wanted to let you know that I've completed the interviews

for the residents of Ardmore Road, and I couldn't get any

more information about the men in the blue car who may have torn

- down the posters of Anthony. - I see, right.

But... an elderly gentleman did give me a forwarding address

for a resident of Number 14, and he thought it's possible

more than one person went to this address from Number 14.

It's in South London, it's...

No, don't give me the address.

- I'll come and see you this afternoon. - Ah, but I...

I will come and see you this afternoon.

More news about Anthony?

It's another possible address. I mustn't get too excited.

But it's another lead.

Well, you won't go rushing to the press now.

Rushing? It's hardly rushing after all this time.

No, I shouldn't have said that, it was silly, I'm sorry.

Maybe it's best not to, isn't it?

All that public exposure, the shame of it - all kinds

of questions could be fired at us, and we're both so ignorant,

aren't we?

We're both so completely ignorant, aren't we, Kathleen?

Barnabas Minor?

Do you want to know what I think it is?

I think you have some English history stuck down your trousers,

Barnabas Minor, do you?

Oh, no, sir.

Do you know what the punishment is for lying?

Two strokes, sir? Two strokes?!

Two strokes?!

Certainly not! It's ten strokes - absolute minimum!

Unless I approve of the history you've sneaked in.

Who have you got down there?

Edward the Confessor?

Edward the Confessor?!

There's even men in the garden.

It is to keep us safe, they said -

just in case that madman at the airbase had an accomplice.

We're not safe here, Miriam. Hannah, can you come here, please?

Does anyone know what he was confessing to?

Does anyone out there have any idea?

For the safety of the family, I want the following to happen.

Sasha will go back to school - I've spoken to the headmaster,

and because of what's happened to me, Sasha will not be punished.

Well, thank God for that.

And we all have to be split up - each of us has to be in a separate place.

Whatever for? Surely the family ought to be together.

It's only for a few days, until I have more information.

I promise this is for the best, Miriam.

You must go and stay with your sister. And leave you?

I won't do that, I won't agree to that, Samuel. You must do this.

I can't explain yet why it's so important,

but you must.

And, Hannah, you have a new friend that you've been staying with -

who is it? Come on!

It's Esther Davies from the factory.

Esther? Good Lord, you've been staying with Esther!

Well, they'd never look for you there, at least.

And where are you going to be?

I haven't decided yet. Not here, certainly.

I've never tried to disappear before.

There's a big party at Hampstead tomorrow night.

Should I not go to it?

No, go to that - that will be perfectly safe.

I don't - understand. How can we be in danger

here when we're surrounded by the secret service, for goodness' sake?

That's what I've got to find out.

So, it's goodnight from me, and it's go away, Barney.

More quickly than that. Go away, Barney!

Please, please...

It's good to see you all, but, please, back to work.

It's possible, just possible, that my family is in danger.

What?! But they got the guy who did the shooting.

I know, but that might not be the end of it.

Who else is involved, then?

But you'll not be in any further danger because I've told you

nothing, and I need to keep it like that.

You can't keep it like that.

I promise you, this is the safest course.

- I have to disappear for a few days. - Disappear? How are you going to

do that? You have no idea how to do that.

I know, but I have to give it a try, while I work out

what's in our best interests.

Do not trust Mr Field.

Do not answer his calls.

- And do not let him in here. - Right.

I won't.

We will find a way out of this, Courtney.

I'm just stepping out for a moment, Shirley.

Hello, Manytone Electrics. Mr Petrukhin, yeah, he's just...

- Is he there or not? - Mrs Shaw?

Ah, Sam, there you are.

I need to talk to you,

in person.

I'm sorry, I can't understand that.

I can't understand!

I told you, I can't understand!

Excuse me!

Oh, don't look like that, Sasha. You'll be all right back at school.

There'll be no punishment.

The headmaster has told your father that.

But maybe they'll change their mind.

They - certainly won't change their mind,