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Arthur?

[crash]

[crash]

They hit the machine shop.

Ronnie!

♪

Doctor: Let's prep the O.R.

Beth: Was that a missile?

Did you see one?

No sir.

[air raid sirens]

Madeline: Slow down!

Arthur!

♪

♪ How long till

the sun sets ♪

♪ How long can

we hold today ♪

♪ I don't ever

want to say ♪

♪ Goodnight

my love ♪

♪

Put some hydrogen

peroxide on that.

[explosions]

Madeline: Arthur!

Are you okay?

You're bleeding.

You should slow down.

Arthur, where are you going?

Home!

It's an attack.

Appears so.

Sir, Frank,

Lieutenant Quincy, I saw him

when I was coming up

and he was running towards that.

Go scrub, Nurse Clark.

[sirens sounding]

Into the basement!

Everybody now!

Was that like a nuke?

Oh shut up, Jeff!

It is not a nuke!

Do we still have

to duck and cover?

John: Go, go, go!

Dad!

Not now, Tim!

Take him, Johnny.

I love you.

I know you do.

Keep them safe.

Always.

You come back to me, John.

Always.

♪

[shouting]

[explosions]

Hey pal!

That's Lieutenant, soldier.

I'll run it to the hydrant,

you get it to the fire.

Yes sir!

♪

♪

♪

This is Chief Sanders.

I'm on my way over to the base.

I need to be let through.

Radio: That is a no-go, sir.

Bases are locked down.

Look son,

talk to Slim Kirkpatrick.

He'll vouch for me.

Sir, this is an

emergency channel.

I know.

This is an emergency.

I can't let you

on the base, sir.

You need to clear

this frequency.

You listen here.

Wasn't my idea to put

your base in my town.

But I'm sworn to protect the

whole town and everyone in it,

including you and your base.

You tell Slim I'll

be at the hospital.

Tell him he's got five minutes

and I'm coming on your base

whether you like it or not.

♪

All right,

get him out.

Get him out!

Get him out!

Careful, careful, careful!

Let's go!

Report.

We've got shrapnel

in his left leg,

gash in his scalp, probably

some metal in there too.

Take him straight to the O.R.

What else is coming?

Your guess is as

good as mine, doc.

Major Kirkpatrick,

we may have a problem.

What kind of problem?

The Chief of Police has

called on the emergency channel,

said he'll wait at the

hostpital for five minutes

and then he's coming in.

Johnny boy.

Tell them we are

in lockdown in MK.

I'm on my way.

Yes sir.

Doctor Whittison!

I'm here, do you

need me to scrub?

No.

We just took one

with shrapnel wounds.

I don't know how many more

we're going to be getting.

I need you to stay

here and do triage.

Yes, sir.

Your boy?

He'll be fine, Doctor.

[distant sirens]

Oh Arthur.

No!

No!

Ronnie!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Stop!

Buddy, stop!

Settle down!

Listen to me!

My corporal is in there!

Your corporal is gone.

Get off of me.

Stop it!

That's enough, sargent!

Do you want me to

make it an order?

I'll make it an order.

Stand down!

Who are you supposed to be?

Lieutenant Frank Quincy.

You two, get this

man away from here.

That's an order, soldiers!

Get off of me!

I ain't no cripple!

What are you waiting for?

Give me all you got

why don't you?

This can't be it.

We got to get this fire out.

The gas main.

♪

[faint sounds of sirens]

[whimpering]

[car engine]

Go, go, go.

Get him out.

We've got more coming.

Let's go.

Any wounded?

Yes.

Yes, do you think there's

going to be any more?

Sounds like it.

This one's past help.

Mom!

Arthur.

Soldier: Where do

you want this?

Nurse.

What is it?

Beth: Nothing.

Arthur, you need to go home.

But what happened?

Look, we got to

put this somewhere.

The morgue.

Arthur, you need to go

get in the basement.

Let me see.

No, you can't be here now.

Let go!

Arthur, stop it this instant!

You stop it!

Arthur.

Hey, that's enough now.

I wanted to see.

I wanted to see.

There's nothing to see.

I just wanted to see.

It's not safe.

You need to go home.

She's right.

We don't know

what's coming next.

Huh.

That must mean we're no

longer in danger of air attacks.

[sirens turning off]

Yeah.

Then I'm not going

to the basement.

John: I'm John Sanders, ma'am.

I believe your boy and

mine were involved

in a bit of trouble

at school today.

Arthur hurt your son?

No, I'd say Arthur

inspired my son.

He was provoked by

another boy, fought back,

and my son Tim pitched in

on Arthur's side.

I was also involved.

Madeline Andrews.

My parents work on the base.

Timmy and Arthur and I

are science fair partners.

You looking for trouble, John?

I'm just looking

to lend a hand.

I look like I need a hand?

I got a dozen men

in my command.

I'm the Chief of Police, Slim.

What do you think

this stands for?

On your case,

I always reckoned it

was "mighty proud."

So the air raid's over?

It seems so.

Word came from NORAD,

clear skies, no bogies.

Miss Andrews,

your parents are safe.

I expected as much.

I can send for one of them.

No thank you.

I wouldn't want

to trouble them.

I'm fine here.

No, you're not fine here.

This one of yours, John?

He's mine.

Slim: I need these kids

out of harm's way.

Arthur, you need to go home.

To California.

John: Mrs. Milligan,

if you don't object,

I can have an officer

bring Arthur to my place

until things settle down here.

Yes, thank you.

Can you take me

as well, Chief Sanders?

Yep.

Go throw your bikes in

the back of my cruiser.

I'd like to lend a hand.

Fine.

Drop them off, get back here.

I better not regret this.

You won't.

See you in a few.

You got more wounded.

We got smoke inhalation,

and a burn on his right hand.

[gasping]

Beth: Frank?

Hey kid.

What was he doing?

The gas line was blown.

He got in there to shut it off.

Head case, remember?

All right, I'll take

over from here.

We got to get him tented.

♪

[sigh]

[knock on the door]

[door opening]

Katie.

Sergeant Jenkins?

It's my duty as his sergeant.

No.

To inform you

that your husband--

Ronnie?

--Corporal Ronald Bartowski.

No.

Katie, please.

[slap]

Katie, it's my duty.

Your duty?

No, your duty was to have

a kind word for him.

Not shame him,

not humiliate him,

not treat him like he

was a liar and a fool.

Katie.

Please don't touch me.

Apologies for being forceful.

He was a good man, Katie.

Yes, he was.

He was a wonderful man.

It's a shame it took you

so long to realize it.

[sniffing]

[door closing]

So, it seems nothing I do can

balance the ledger between us.

Not caring for the boy,

bringing food in regular,

not keeping house since

you took her from me.

It ain't enough, none of it.

Is that your message then?

Why not just drop

an ordnance on me

instead of on Ronnie?

Do me a favor.

I know.

You got to remind me

of what I done.

Gotta make me see it again,

see another boy burn.

Like I ain't seen it every

single day since that day,

you've got to lay

another one on me,

like I ain't

remembered those boys?

You ain't got no

forgiveness, none!

[heavy breathing]

I'm quite sure he's going

to need morphine.

I'm going to finish

hooking it up.

[heavy breathing]

Almost there.

[loud thump]

Nurse?

Nurse!

Nurse!

Nurse!

♪

♪

[magazine being placed in gun]

♪

Uh, this will sting a little.

They're certain we're no

longer under attack?

Clear skies is

the official report.

So it wasn't a nuke.

I told you!

Did you see the

missile, Arthur?

Hush, Timmy.

Lois is a candy striper

at the hospital

volunteering with

the nurses there.

I'm sure your mother

will meet her soon.

Oh, I'm sorry.

It's okay.

I'm going to be a

candy striper too!

What about you Madeline?

Is it all right if

they go outside?

We should go to the base!

Nobody goes to the base.

Arthur lives near the base.

Then why won't

we walk him home?

Because Arthur is our guest.

Besides, Jeffrey, don't you

have homework to get back to?

There, all set.

Want to see my

comics collection?

Want to help make dinner?

Geez louise!

Doctor Lazron number one.

I don't like cooking,

and we need to talk.

Not about the science fair.

Why not about the fair?

Because that's decided.

We're doing ionization.

But comets are cooler.

Is the comet why you

went to the reservoir?

I thought you

were at the hospital.

We were at

the reservoir first.

You were at

the reservoir too?

Arthur, were you

looking for it?

Should've been right there.

Says who?

Says the math.

Hey, can you and me study

math together, Arthur?

What are these

timings based on?

My estimations

watching it fall.

So it's possible

you might be off,

by as much as a half

a mile or more.

It's possible.

I think we could

turn this in

for part of the

science fair project.

We're doing ionization.

It's decided, and anyway,

we're not talking about

the project, as I said.

So what are we talking about?

The attack, obviously.

What about the attack?

Well that's just it!

What kind of attack was that?

One missile blowing

up one building.

Holy cow.

What?

You guys!

What?

Shh.

What are you doing?

The walls have ears in

here, believe me.

There are some things

that need to stay secret.

Secret?

What if it wasn't

the only missile.

What are you talking about?

Today my dad

found some metal

in different places

all over town.

Metal?

Yeah.

Weird metal, like maybe

from a missile,

and it killed a sheep

and broke a birdbath

and the window at the cinema.

Maybe it was just three

different pieces of metal.

Then why are there G-men

in town looking for it?

G-men?

Yeah.

Except they're not G-men.

Then what are they?

They're Russian spies.

How many did you lose?

Corporal Ronald Bartowski,

assistant shop mechanic.

There's no crater.

I don't see the impact from a

projectile anywhere in there.

At least not

from a missile

big enough to do this

kind of damage.

I don't think we were

attacked from up there.

♪

I'd say we ought to

take a closer look

at Coporal Ronald Bartowski.

No, no, no.

[crying]

Ronnie.

[crying]

♪

Madeline: Okay, but missiles

don't lose small pieces of metal

as they fall.

They make big explosions.

Okay, well, what if they're not

ordinary pieces of metal?

What if they're special bombs

planted by the Russian spies?

Small pieces of metal?

Where's the detonator?

Well, maybe

they're detonated

by a radio control

device in a spy's car.

Let's just pretend

for a second

that what you're saying

is even possible.

Why blow up a sheep,

or a birdbath?

Maybe they were just

tests for the movie theatre

and the base.

A missile hit the base!

Well, what if it didn't?

You're not making

any sense, Timmy!

All I know is I saw these

two Russian spies.

Which you thought

were G-men.

Well yeah sure,

but then I realized

they were not!

Let's just go to

your dad's office

and look at this mystery metal.

What do you think, Arthur?

Why are you asking him?

Arthur?

Timmy!

Arthur: My vote's we go to

Timmy's dad's office

and look at the metal.

Me too.

Unbelievable.

What's your vote?

I already voted, let's go.

♪

Hello sleeping beauty.

Hi.

Take two aspirin and

call me in the morning.

How's Frank?

Frank is fine,

if having second-degree

burns on your shooting hand

is fine with a soldier.

I don't understand

what happened.

Well apparently you were

trying to fetch the oxygen hose

from under the bed and

you banged your noggin.

I mean, why was Frank there?

I guess he thought

he could help, you know,

once a soldier and all that.

I told you, head case.

The old man will be glad that

you've rejoined the conscious.

Is he angry?

No.

[door opening]

Jenkins: Hey, Wallace.

Wallace!

Hey Wallace!

Hey Pop.

Where you been?

Out back.

You seen my .45?

Your .45?

Yeah.

What happened to your ear?

Fell off the jungle gym.

What's going on

with the air raid?

You hear that siren anymore?

Well do you want to

formulate an understanding

of what that might mean,

or do you want me to

spell it out for you?

While I'm at it I'll wash

that mess off your face

like you're two

years old again.

Well?

I guess not.

You guess?

There'll be no guessing not

or guessing so in this house

because when you guess

you find yourself

with a hundred tons of fuselage

raining down on you

like an avenging angel!

You okay, Pop?

I'm thirsty.

Timmy, is anything wrong?

No.

Is my dad in?

He isn't, and you

know the rules,

you're not supposed to

drop by unannounced,

especially with the

air raids going off.

My goodness, does your

mother know you're out?

Yeah.

I'm going to call

and make sure.

Thank you.

Can you let her know that my

parents invited Timmy and Arthur

over for dinner?

We were just stopping in

to tell Chief Sanders.

Oh, okay.

You're Madeline

Andrews, aren't you?

That's right.

May I use the restroom?

Sure.

Timmy, show her where it is.

Hello Mrs. Sanders?

It's Gladys.

Timmy is down at the station.

He's been invited to Madeline's

Oh no.

They're gone.

Maybe he put them away.

No, they were right here.

Come on.

All right, your

mother says fine,

but don't be too

long at the Andrews!

Thank you.

Somebody took them,

somebody got past Gladys!

Unless it was Gladys and

she's working with the Russians.

Holy cow!

Wait, you think they're

Russian spies too?

The first rule of

scientific inquiry

is to allow all possibilities.

Well, what do you

think we should do?

It's getting close

to dinnertime.

Yes, and you're having

dinner at my house.

But I thought you

were just making that up.

I think it would be good

to discuss our next steps.

You mean on the science

project or on the case?

Well, how about both?

Great.

What about you, Arthur?

Yes, Arthur, or would

you rather go home?

No, I wouldn't.

Great!

Lead the way, Madeline!

He had a cold, you know.

He had trouble sleeping all

night but I cheered him up,

I made him cheesy

eggs for breakfast.

Kirkpatrick: Mrs. Bartowski--

I'd like to see him.

Ma'am, you are not

required to identify

your husband's body.

Required?

It's my recommendation that you

take that as a small mercy.

Your husband was

extremely close

to the center of

the blast, ma'am.

What are you saying?

There's nothing to identify.

Maybe it's not Ronnie.

Maybe it's somebody else.

Maybe, we'll look at

the dental records

but I don't think you

should hold out any hope.

Sanders: Mrs. Bartowski, did

Ronnie like being a soldier?

Yes, he loved it.

His father had been with General

MacArthur in the Pacific.

He sounds like a

wonderful person, Ronnie.

Sweetest man you'd ever met.

Not the type to carry

a grudge or anything?

No.

Not against the army?

Not even against

his sergeant.

Should he have had a grudge

against his sergeant?

He sure had reason to.

And this would be?

Sergeant Jenkins.

He was the one who told me.

Told you?

About Ronnie, about how it

was his duty to tell me.

He doesn't know

anything about duty.

So he and Ronnie

didn't get on.

Ronnie, the boss was

the boss, you know?

He'd lay into himself before

he'd ever lay it on the boss.

Some minor incident

that the sarge had turned

into a federal offense

he'd be up all night hardly

sleeping for worrying

over how to make it

right the next day,

but it would still be more of

the same from the boss.

Where was he when

the attack came?

Not at work,

not doing his duty.

Sorry.

I'll have one of my men

take you home, Mrs. Bartowski.

Is there someone we

can call to be with you?

My mother, she's in

Colorado Springs.

All right then.

Make sure Mrs.

Bartowski gets home

and her mother gets notified.

Yes sir.

You know Hershel Jenkins?

I know who he is.

My kid bit his kid's ear today.

Well I was going to invite

you on the interview, but--

Do.

I'll work it to our advantage.

Bet you will, Johnny boy.

Let's go find Sergeant Jenkins.

♪

It's ready.

They appear to be empty.

Want some?

You know, when you

was just a pup

I gave you just a nip of that.

Just to quit your bawling.

Learned that from

a guy in my unit.

Hilmer.

He used to read us letters

that his missus would write.

That one about giving

the baby booze,

reading that the

morning that he died.

His legs weren't

part of him anymore,

but I found his torso

to retrieve the letter,

I just wanted to tell his

missus what had happened

and how sorry I was.

That was my duty.

I did it for all of them.

Lest you think

it was my idea

to lead those men into that

rice field, you think again.

Those were direct

orders I was following

taking that unit in there.

Those were coordinates

were given to me

from the radioman,

Canoton.

And I mapped them right,

and I mapped them right.

Do you believe me?

You're hurting me, Pop.

Guess I am.

Guess I am.

♪

My first day at this hospital

I set a broken wrist

and had seven cases

of food poisoning

from some bad chipped beef,

but as first days go,

I believe you outpaced me

by several leagues.

Thank you, but I do apologize

for my stupid accident.

Perhaps at some future

robots will staff this facility

but for now, this is the work

of human beings who can err.

I wouldn't have it

any other way.

Easy, son.

I'm Chief Sanders.

I believe my son Tim

owes you an apology.

I'm Major Kirkpatrick, buddy,

head MP at the base.

I going to need to

bring your dad in

and ask him a few

questions about today.

Jenkins: That's on me.

Explosion at the shop,

Ronnie, that was my doing.

Set me up with your bracelets.

Do you usually make

dinner for yourself?

My parents often work late.

So, anyways,

I was thinking,

it would be great to

have a headquarters.

All the great hero

teams have one,

for privacy, and all.

Do you have

something in mind?

Actually, I do.

I can show you in the morning.

Um, where's the restroom?

Down the hall to the right.

So, where did he go, Arthur?

The bathroom.

You know who I mean.

Yeah, I know.

You said he's gone.

Uh-huh.

You meant, he's dead.

He was a pilot.

His plane, it was an explosion.

[explosion]

Oh no.

An explosion like today.

Jet engine burns at 850

degrees centigrade.

It's even hotter

when it explodes.

There was nothing left, nothing

to put in that empty box.

I wanted to see.

There's nothing to see.

She just stood there,

stood there looking at that

box without my dad in it,

and then she said,

"We have to go."

And we did.

We packed up so many boxes,

and he's not in any of them.

You guys aren't fighting about

the science fair again, are you?

[laughing]

So, I understand Chief

of Police Sanders

graced us with his upright

presence today.

Kirkpatrick: That's

right sir, my call.

Is that wise, given our work?

Don't worry, he's not getting

anywhere near the facility.

John's a good cop,

doc, and I trust him.

Yes, of course.

The question, major,

is does he trust you?

Someday.

Mouthful there, hon.

That poor woman, poor men.

What will happen to the boy?

Slim has him, he'll go into

foster care in the morning.

Why do you think he

did it, Mr. Jenkins?

Slim said he's been near getting

reassigned or worse for months,

but I'm inclined to say

he's only wanting to take

it on after the fact.

Why would he want that?

Doesn't he know he's

going to go to prison?

Some men enter the military like

the priesthood, it's a calling.

Some just fancy discipline and

want to put a hurt on others,

and then there's men that

have something in their life

that's gone so bad they'll do

anything to get away from it,

and if that bad thing

happened in the service,

well, prison can do the

same thing for you too.

It's so sad.

Slim wants me to

come back in tomorrow,

reinterview Jenkins

when he's sober

so the confession's admissible.

Why can't Slim

just do it himself?

I guess I'd say because Slim

wants to keep an eye on me.

Don't go getting paranoid

on me, Johnny Sanders.

Why do you think

I'm paranoid?

What are you not telling me?

Huh?

Huh?

Huh?

I'm home.

Tim.

Sorry, I just wanted

to say I was home.

It's all right, sweetie.

How was the Andrews'

house for dinner?

Not as good as your cooking.

All right, well go

get your PJs on.

I will, but Dad, I have to

tell you something.

When we stopped by the station,

I wanted to show Arthur and

Madeline the metal.

I hope you're kidding me.

No sir, but the

metal was gone.

Clockin' out, kid?

For the second time today.

Good as new.

Me or you?

I'm glad it takes more than

a knock on the head

to relieve you of your

sense of humor.

I'm told that

I'm hard-headed.

Better than soft,

believe me.

I'm sure your husband

appreciates this about you.

How's your hand?

Two weeks, doc says,

and then they saw it off.

I'm a widow.

He was a pilot

stationed at Edwards.

I'm sorry to hear that, Beth.

That's okay.

You've been there, right?

Yeah, a time or two,

visiting my brother.

So that's what a

soldier like you

is doing at Edwards

Air Force Base.

Yeah.

Anyway, I'd probably better lay

down, you know, doctor's orders.

Night.

Night.

I didn't find the

comet, not yet,

but me and these other two kids

got assigned to be

science fair partners,

one of them is real smart,

and the other kid,

he's kind of hard to describe.

You'd say he has spirit,

but now we're working

on this other stuff.

Trying to find out

what it all means.

I guess I'm trying to find

out what a lot means.

Anyway, better get to bed.

Mom will be home soon.

Good night.

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