Another Time, Another Place

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This is Mark Trevor speaking to you...

from the actual site

of the unexploded rocket bomb.

A hundred yards

from where I'm standing now...

the sappers have begun to dig down

to the exploding mechanism of the V2...

which only an hour ago

struck down from the black London sky.

This is the first bomb of its kind

to land without detonating.

You can hear the sappers

reporting on their progress.

We are nearly down to the warhead

already. The dirt is coming away fast.

We're going to have to take it easy

for a bit.

There's a good chance

the bomb might shift suddenly.

The sappers know in a small chamber

behind the warhead of the V2...

is the Sterg unit.

The wires leading from this complicated

mechanism to the firing bridge...

will have to be cut

to prevent the explosion.

- How's it coming through, Alan?

- Fine.

Thank you, miss.

I'm afraid I can't let you through.

There's an unexploded bomb out there.

I know, but I want to get over

to that barricade.

You can't do it.

Your paper doesn't want you

to get killed for a story, does it?

It practically demands it.

- Well, it's your risk.

- Thanks.

We have uncovered the hinged panel...

which we shall have to open somehow

before I can get to the Sterg unit.

I thought the angels

came after the explosion.

Thank you, Sergeant.

But I'm from the New York Standard,

and that's hardly heaven.

- Do you think this will take long?

- Well, it's a delicate job.

If you're still here, we might be having

morning tea together.

Fine. I take two sugars.

If I were you,

I'd take a couple of jumps out of here.

There's no telling

when that thing will decide to go up.

Oh, it looks so peaceful.

"Gone to bed. Do not disturb. "

What are you doing here, Miss Scott?

The same thing you are, Mr. Trevor:

Getting a story.

Don't you realise that thing can blow

this place to pieces any second now?

That's the story.

Blast. Rain's just what we need.

I want to talk to you.

- Call me when they get to the warhead.

- Right.

Hello.

I told you not to come down here.

This rain is going to make it

twice as dangerous.

I'll admit it would be cozier in my flat.

You'll catch cold, sneeze,

and shake that bomb.

Then we'll have had it.

The sergeant said

we could be here until morning.

Do you know, if we sit here till then...

it'll be the longest we've been together

in the last three weeks.

We might even get killed together.

Doesn't that frighten you?

The day I met you, I promised myself

I'd spend the rest of my life with you.

No matter how short it is.

- Does that frighten you?

- No.

Just as they expected.

They cleared the head completely...

then the thing slipped down

another foot.

Can't he wait until the rain lets up?

This job's A1 category.

That means:
"Do it now. "

Now...

- Well, it's all yours, sir.

- Right. You'd better get out of it.

Well, we've opened the panel

at the back of the warhead.

There are all kinds

of electrical gadgets...

and I can see the Sterg unit.

There's a chance

the sapper can be electrocuted...

- working with the wires in the rain.

- That's right.

Right, let's have a go at it.

You're all wet.

- I've heard that before.

- When?

You recall standing on the dock waiting

for an air-sea rescue launch to come...

when it hit a mine.

No casualties,

only some men swimming for shore...

one of them being me.

Oh, you looked so funny.

I'm sure I did, with half of my clothes

blown off in the explosion...

and all you could do was laugh

and say, "You're all wet. "

It was your angry expression.

Oh, Mark, it's crazy, isn't it?

You spend your life looking for love

in all the proper places...

and among all the proper people.

And then there's a war...

and you find what you were looking for,

just swimming around in the ocean.

Half drowned.

You didn't help any, either,

asking what it was like to be rescued...

after coming back

from rescuing somebody else.

- Oh, you must have hated me.

- Professional jealousy.

After all, I went out on the launch

for a story, and you got the scoop.

Most important, I got you.

For which I'm eternally grateful.

For which I'm eternally grateful.

Mark, he's going to cut the wires now.

There's a double core cable

running fore and aft.

The cable is insulated...

and I'm having to cut the insulation

so that I can separate the four wires.

Then I'll have to cut

each of the four wires separately.

Now I've cut the insulation.

Here comes the tricky bit.

The sapper is now going to cut

the wires.

One.

Two.

Three.

One more.

Four. That's it.

I think I'd better try that again sometime.

I'm not quite sure I got the hang of it.

Hello?

Hello? Sara?

Hello!

Sara, this is Jake. Hello?

Sara?

- How long before they call back?

- They may not.

No one's that lucky.

- What's the matter?

- Nothing.

Why are you looking at me like that?

I was thinking about

how well I know you...

and yet how little.

What is there to know,

except that I love you?

I want to know everything.

Where you were born,

where you grew up...

I was born in a village called St. Giles.

It's in Cornwall.

And I grew up there. That's all.

That's only the beginning.

Tell me about it.

- I'd rather...

- Please, Mark. Tell me.

St. Giles? It's a place

about the size of my hand.

I like small places.

I was born in a town like that.

All day long you can hear

the lonely sound of the gulls overhead...

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