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What you're about to see is a matter of human record.

Explain it? We cannot.

Disprove it? We cannot.

We simply invite you to explore with us

the amazing world of the unknown,

to take that one step beyond.

Dunkirk, France. June 4, 1940.

The last pitiful remnants

of the British Expeditionary Force rescued

only by heroic action.

France crumbling, Belgium, the Netherlands, Denmark,

Norway overrun.

Germany everywhere victorious.

And England, her armies shattered, her arms

and material captured, stood alone

virtually defenseless under the merciless attack

of the mighty Luftwaffe

and awaited the coming invasion.

And now it has come to us to stand alone in the breach

and face the worst

that the tyrant's might and enmity can do.

Should the invader come to Britain,

we shall defend every village, every town and every city.

Winston Churchill, Britain's most potent wartime weapon.

In that dark time after Dunkirk

he rallied his people from despair and defeat.

They fought with anything and everything,

even the fantastic weapon of psychic power.

Inside this command post of Britain's Home Guard

on the North Coast in 1940 was a mild and most unmilitary

fellow who took that incredible one step beyond.

But see for yourself.

So bear ourselves that if the British Empire

and its commonwealth last for a thousand years,

men will still say, "This was their finest hour."

About time somebody give them ruddy Nazis what-for.

Churchill's a real old British bulldog himself.

No doubt of it.

He's the leader we've been needing right along.

I tell you... All right, you men.

Now finish, finish up with mess.

We have to post guard before dawn.

"Their finest hour."

Well, it really gives you sort of a lift,

doesn't it, Mr. Blakely?

It does, Willie. It really gives one hope

our side will win in the end.

Yes, but do you really think we will?

I don't know.

I suppose that depends on us, doesn't it?

If the blooming Nazis don't kill me, this food will.

Whoever told you you could cook, eh?

Fine one to choose. Farmer.

Probably never cooked a meal in his life.

Do you think hauling coal in a dray

qualifies you for any better?

Oh, what a crew.

Ruddy farmers, bank teller,

overage chemist, headmaster of a blooming girls' school.

Huh, yeah! Vicar and greengrocer all bossed

by a one-armed pensioner.

He lost that arm in the First World War

and got a D.S.C. doing it.

Oh, Blakely, I met Ethel

when I was in town today.

She said to take care that you wear that scarf

against the night air.

How did she look?

Oh, same as ever, don't you worry.

You know, I've never seen anything like it.

A body would think you were newlyweds

instead of going on your 20th.

Yes, Ethel and I suit each other.

Oh, she said to tell you

that the, um, the red platter dropped 28 fry.

Whatever that means.

Sounds like Russian code.

Maybe Blakely's in cahoots with the ruddy reds.

A red platter is a small tropical fish.

Very beautiful.

One of mine just had 28 babies.

28? Glad my missus can't do that.

Quite a sight they are.

No bigger than the head of a pin.

Lockey, you take the outpost, you and Carr.

Him?

Do I have to have him for a partner?

Why not?

Well, I just wouldn't feel safe, that's all,

with only a kid to protect me back.

Look, Lockey, we're all the same here.

All doing our bit as best we can.

Carr's done well so far.

He's got no nerve. Anybody can see that.

If he had, he'd be in the services, at his age.

Quite obviously, he was turned down by the services.

Well, that's what I mean.

Why?

That's none of your... business!

Now, Lockey, it's time you understood

we're under military discipline here.

This is war, and you'll have to take my orders.

Look here.

I'll take Hibbey's place on the cliff ward.

I was going to put you on telephone watch tonight, Herb.

You need rest. We all do, don't we?

I doubt if there's a man here who's had

ten hours sleep in the past week.

Carr and I can spell each other.

All right, if that's how you want it.

If it's all right with Carr and Lockey.

All right.

You know the schedule of the watch and the signals.

Now, no lights and no smoking from now on.

Harrison.

Yes.

You and Charlie get to the lighthouse.

Right.

Bill, you take the near bunker.

It's going to be a dark night.

Just the kind they'd choose.

Do you really think we have to fear them this far north?

Surely, they'll hit straight across the Channel

at Kent and Essex.

Our job is to watch for raiders; of subs and the like.

They'll probably try to infiltrate all along the coast.

A nice quiet little inlet like ours

is made to order for them.

I hope they don't come tonight.

Likely they'll find us all asleep.

Any man caught sleeping at his post

will face court-martial.

We're not the regular army, remember, Tim?

We've all of us been under constant alert

for more than three weeks, and every man's ready to drop.

And every man's doing his duty.

I appreciate that.

Maybe as time goes on, we'll all toughen up, huh?

Herb, you better take a gun with you out there:

Crawley's .22 or the Vicar's bird gun.

Wouldn't know how to use it anyway.

We're only there to sound a warning.

You must have a weapon of some kind.

Take a sawed-off oar or pitchfork.

All right.

I'll take a pitchfork and here's the oar,

sawed-off oar.

Herbert, would you like me to pray with you?

Thanks, no, Vicar.

Makes me uncomfortable asking favors of heaven.

Besides, it's not us I fear for.

It's them back in town: my wife Ethel,

your wife and all the others.

But they'd have to land here first.

I mean, the bombers.

Why would they bomb our little town?

It has nothing of military importance.

What reason?

Reason enough for the Nazis.

Remember Rotterdam?

Just to show they can do it.

Just to put the fear of God in us.

Don't think of it.

It won't happen here.

They'll be all right.

Very well, Vicar.

If you want to pray, pray for them.

Well, if the war depends upon Lockey or Charlie...

or me... God help us.

We're really at the bottom of the barrel.

Oh, I wouldn't say that, entirely.

I'll wager Lockey can still put up quite a scrap...

even with his crippled leg.

Of course, I'll admit as a warrior,

I'm an excellent greengrocer, but, well...

perhaps our services won't be needed after all.

Yes, but supposing they come.

What are we going to do without guns to go around?

They'll have guns, you know.

Perhaps we can take them away.

We can do the best we can, that's the straight of it.

Mr. Blakely... Lockey was right, you know?

I am a coward.

Why? Because you're frightened?

Yeah.

But everybody is, even Lockey.

Are you?

Certainly.

Now curl up and catch a nap.

Yes, but aren't you tired?

I daren't go to sleep now

or I shan't wake up till morning,

so I'll take the first watch

while you catch 40 winks,

and then you can have the second.

And don't worry, I shall wake you.

All right.

Mr. Blakely...

The reason why I couldn't join the service,

I've got bad lungs.

Go to sleep.

What a ruddy bore.

Hmm.

♪ ♪

Happy Birthday!

Now Herbert!

Ah...

Do you like it?

Ethel?

Ethel.

Herbert.

Herbert.

Ethel.

Herbert.

Ethel!

Oh, my God!

He's not alone, there...

We've got to signal the alarm.

♪ ♪

He's dead.

Stop!

Yes, sir. Yes, sir... Easy.

Ow!

Seems you were wrong, Herbert.

It was we who needed the prayers.

How do you feel?

Oh, it's nothing serious.

I'll be back on my post tonight.

The attack started at 0417 hours

and lasted approximately seven minutes.

Yes, I'm sure.

We got them all.

Five men and an officer.

Ours?

Well...

I suppose every man's got a scratch or two.

Only three seriously.

I'm sending them in to hospital.

Go ahead, Charlie.

Yes, sir.

Dead?

Only one.

Who?

Lockey.

Oh.

What is it, Herb?

It was my fault, Tim.

Yours? Why?

I was late giving the alarm.

I was asleep.

If that were true, you'd be dead.

We got the alarm, all right, and from you.

I woke up just at the last moment...

and do you know what woke me?

A dream.

A dream?

A dream that saved my life,

saved all our lives, probably.

Tim, they bombed the town.

In your dream?

Yeah.

I saw Ethel sleeping

and the I-bombers overhead.

Didn't you hear them?

No.

Besides, why would they bomb us here?

They must've passed over on their way to London.

Are you sure?

You didn't hear bombs falling in town over there?

How could we, with all the noise here?

I've got to go see.

Maybe you think I'm barmy,

but you've got to give me time off today to go in.

You see... I saw Ethel in my house...

and the bomb falling.

Herb, it was only a dream.

I got to know.

All right.

It's Colonel Marlowe here.

Can you tell me... did they bomb you in there just now?

I see.

Thank you.

You can ride in with the truck.

Thanks.

Herbert... Good luck.

Thanks.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Herb.

Officially she's still listed as missing.

Herbert...

♪ ♪

What about Ethel, Herb?

Rotten luck.

What do you want to do?

Let's go back.

It's my place, isn't it?

Oh, Herbert!

Herbert... Oh, I was so worried.

I know it's against regulations, but I just had to come.

I thought you were dead.

I was dead?

I dreamed some Nazis landed here

and were going to attack you and no one saw them coming.

I screamed.

It was so terrible, it saved my life.

I woke up just as the planes were overhead

and I had just enough time to grab some clothes

and run into the basement.

I had a dream, too.

What in the world are you doing with my shoe?

Want to hear my dream, Ethel?

I tried so hard to call you.

I tried so hard to warn you.

I wanted so badly for you to hear me.

I think perhaps I did, Ethel.

I think perhaps I did.

A recorded case of the double dream...

when a man and his wife met for a lifesaving moment

in the world outside the five senses.

Sometimes, people in love

have been known to speak beyond time and space.

To whom it happened, we know.

Where it happened, we know.

How or why it happened...?

In a moment, something about our next meeting

in the unknown world.

Now as to next week...

Ballet slippers for a very young ballerina.

A lovely child who, one afternoon long ago,

danced into the world of the unknown

and in one shattering moment,

had a terrifying look into the future.

Would she, or could she,

years later, once more, dance one step beyond?