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(Bells chime)

(Gulls squawking)

(♪ Distant harmonica playing)

(Aeroplane overhead)

(♪ MALCOLM ARNOLD:
"The Sound Barrier")

(Music over dialogue)

(Engine noise over dialogue)

(Buffeting)

(Buffeting fades)

(Chatting and laughter)

(Singing)

♪ I've got a little cat
and I'm very fond of that

♪ But I'd rather have
a bow wow, wow, wow, wow ♪

Well, do you like it?

- What?
- Well, the parting, you clot.

- What's the matter with it?
- Well, it's on the other side.

Why?

I dunno. I thought it gave me
a sort of intellectual look.

It conceals the incipient baldness.
I thought Sue was on leave.

Well, she's due back this evening.

Hello, it looks like you've been
jumped on by 20-plus Focke-Wulfs.

I tried to pull out
of a flat-out dive just now.

Oh, good show.

The damn stick needed Carnera
to move it.

The harder I pulled,
the more the nose went down.

It felt for a moment
as if the controls were reversed.

And were they?

Of course not, you clot,
or I wouldn't be here, would I?

There was a lot of buffeting too.

It was almost
as if I'd suddenly run into a...

a solid sheet of water,
or something.

Really?

Why don't you marry her?

You know, all prospective
father-in-laws are a bit frightening.

- After all, mine was.
- Yours wasn't the great John Ridgefield.

What, just because he makes
a few aeroplanes?

A few aeroplanes? He owns
a hundred ruddy acres of factory,

he's a millionaire twice over
and Sue's his only daughter.

Anyway, heiress or not,
I'm meeting her train,

I shall take her for a quiet little drive

and ask her to marry me
simply, firmly and directly.

What's the matter?

Oh, I don't know, I just thought it was
a good place to stop for a breather.

Oh, how nice.

Sue, what do you think of me?

- As a driver?
- Er, no. As a man.

Oh. Well, I... I told you, I...

I think I prefer you with your hair
parted on the other side.

- Sue, I...
- Yes?

- Sue...
- Yes, Tony?

(Car approaches with men singing)

(Men cheering and whistling)

(Engine spluttering)

♪ You'll get no promotion
this side of the ocean

♪ So cheer up my lads,
Bless 'em all

♪ Bless 'em all,
Bless 'em all... ♪

Tony, I've got my answer ready. In fact,
I've had it ready for an awful long time.

Oh, gosh.

Is that all you can say, Tony?
Just, "Oh, gosh"?

You really have looked at this
from every angle?

I haven't left an angle out,
I promise you.

- I mean, you know the sort of chap I am.
- I know the sort of chap you are.

- Not on your level at all.
- Miles above.

Oh, gosh.

Please, Tony, stop saying "Oh, gosh".
Can't you think of anything else to say?

I love you so very much.

(All laugh)

I shan't be a tick.
It's time this came off.

- Give it to me, I'll keep it as a souvenir.
- Ha-ha.

Mrs Garthwaite.

Mrs Garthwaite.
Mrs Garthwaite? Mrs Garthwaite.

I suppose if I say it often enough,
I shall get used to it.

- Hello, Eddie.
- Tony, you old basket.

- Got anything going to Ridgefields?
- Sure, we're bound to have.

- Good.
- Why Ridgefields, though?

- Because I went and married a Ridgefield.
- You don't say?

I'm on my way now to get
the once-over from her old man.

Well, I'll have to treat you
with respect from now on.

- Oh, congratulations.
- Thanks.

You're welcome.

- An Anson here, take-off 14:30.
- Fine.

Sign here.

(Both chuckle)

There you are, darling, Ridgefields.

- And it's all your father's?
- Mm-hm.

We're landing.

Hi. Susie!

Hi!

- Your father?
- No, Will Sparks, our chief designer.

Oh, Will!

I saw you from the office windows.
Susie, darling!

- How are you?
- Very well, thank you, Will.

What have you done to yourself?
You're thinner.

- Oh, I've gone on the wagon.
- Will, why?

With all these Americans about
these days, you just can't get it.

I hate beer! Though I'll be off it tonight
in your honour.

- So this is the gent.
- This is the gent.

- How are you? I've heard a lot about you.
- I've heard a lot about you.

I'm glad you had the sense
to pick a flyer.

For a moment I thought
you were my father-in-law.

Well, glad to meet you
and welcome to Ridgefields.

Thank you.

Oh, your dad's at a board meeting.

I was asked to tell you
he won't see you before dinner.

- Are you coming to dinner?
- No, I haven't been asked.

- Oh.
- I suppose he wants to keep it family.

But you are family, Will.

- Of course, I'm coming to the do tonight.
- Oh, dear, is there a do?

Slap-up, champagne,
the whole board of directors.

- How are you, Mason?
- Very well, thank you, Miss Susan.

I'll come as far as the office block.

(Car horn honking)

I wish I worked union hours.

- How many people work here?
- 12,000.

- 12,000?
- Yes, we've got another 8,000 at Hillbank.

(Engine revving up)

- What's that?
- Top-secret, sir.

(Intense engine thrust)

Those are test-beds, aren't they?

Is this top-secret
going to win the war, Will?

A good deal more than win the war,
if you ask me.

- Hello, Factor, how are you?
- Very well, thank you, madam.

- This is my husband.
- Welcome, sir.

He called me madam. I realise now
I've been "Miss" for far too long.

I simply love being madam.

However hideous your threshold,
do you know what my duty is?

- No, what?
- I'll show you.

- Tony, no!
- Hang on to your hat.

- This could be quite a drop.
- Tony!

(Susan laughs)

Tony, drop me.
You're not strong enough.

- Not strong enough?
- No, you're not.

- Which way?
- This way, sir.

- Right, here we go.
- This way.

(Susan giggles)

Take my cap off.

This way, sir.

Blimey.

Tony!

Oi!

Chris!

- How are you, darling?
- Hello, Sue.

- Meet your new brother-in-law.
- How do you do?

- I've heard a lot about you.
- Too late to say congratulations?

- Not at all.
- Congratulations.

- Oh, Chris, what is that?
- You ought to know. It's the RAF badge.

- You get it when you pass the interview.
- Oh, I had no idea.

I thought you were going
into the navy.

I've changed my mind.
Did you get my present?

Oh, darling, thank you so much.
It was a lovely present.

- We adored it, didn't we?
- Oh, yes, rather. We adored it.

Good. Er, let's have a drink.

- What was it?
- Paperweight.

- When are you going in?
- About six months, I think.

In the meanwhile, I'm learning to fly.

Dad's put one of his ex-pilots on
to teaching me over at Hillbank.

Tiger Moth.

Darling, how exciting.
Have you gone solo yet?

Not yet. I think I may tomorrow.

- Whisky?
- No, thank you, darling.

Not for me, thanks.
No, it's too early.

Since when have you taken
to swigging whisky?

I'm not at school now, Sue,
I'm in the RAF.

Well, practically, anyway.

- Cheers.
- Cheers. Good luck tomorrow.

- Thank you.
- How many hours dual have you done?

Rather a lot, 14.

That's not too bad. I remember a fellow
who did 20 before they passed him.

I don't suppose his name
was Ridgefield, though.

How many hours dual did you do
before you went solo?

Tony's an exceptional case.
One of the great geniuses of the air.

Ah, like Dad.

He went solo after only
two-and-a-half hours dual.

Really?

Would you like to know something
rather shocking? I get airsick.

You shouldn't worry,
you'll soon get over that.

- Yes?
- Yes.

(Chiming)

- What the heck is that?
- Dressing gong.

Chris, give me a quarter of an hour
for my bath,

and then come up
and talk to me, will you?

- I won't be a second.
- Mm-hm.

- Approve?
- Terrific.

He's just been telling me about
that do on the Gestapo prison.

You must have used a thumbscrew
to get that out of him.

I had to, practically.
It was a wonderful thing, Sue.

They had to come in at 50 feet
and fly slap down the main street.

But of course you'll know it all.

I'll be able to shoot a line
about my new brother-in-law now.

Looks as if I'll need one.

You're a bit unhappy about it all,
aren't you, darling?

Oh, no. Not really.

Why don't you reapply
for a ground job?

- What would Dad say if I did that?
- Well, does it matter?

You know it does.

Anyway, I don't want to let him down,
Sue. Heaven knows I don't.

- Chris.
- Hm?

Would you let me talk to him?

No, thanks awfully, Sue.
If anyone's got to talk to him, I've got to.

As a matter of fact, I half thought
I might tackle him about it tonight.

Not about a ground job,
I mean RAF ground job.

- But, well, commandos or something.
- Commandos?

Well, I've jolly well got to show him
it isn't a matter of guts.

Look, you're either born to fly
or you're not. I'm not, I'm really not.

Darling, you go downstairs
and give yourself another whisky,

then take him aside
and tell him exactly how you feel.

- It's going to be jolly difficult.
- Well, I'll be there behind you.

- Darling. I'd almost forgotten.
- Come on, you two.

Here's to you both.

- To us.
- To us.

- (J. R.) You can tell them that from me.
- Father.

(Man) I don't like it, J. R. We may find
the Ministry will never agree to it at all.

(J. R.) There's a simple answer.
We stop production on the 696 altogether.

- Nervous?
- Nervous? I'm scared stiff.

- I haven't a second. Good night.
- (Man) Good night, J. R.

- Hello, Father.
- Hello, Susan.

- This is Tony.
- So, this is Tony.

The DFC and Bar I know about.
What's the AFC for?

Oh, just for bumbling around.

They don't usually give that
for bumbling around.

Well, I'm very glad
to meet you at last, Tony.

I must say, I'm surprised at Susan
falling for a flyer.

Christopher, lad,
I've just had Fletcher on the phone.

He says he hopes
you may go solo tomorrow.

- Yes, Dad, I know.
- Well done.

Who knows, we may make
a pilot of you yet.

- What time is it to be?
- At 10:30.

Well, let's go in.

You sit here, will you, Tony?
Place of honour.

- Quite a room, eh?
- Yes, quite a room.

I hope you like the pictures.
There's some of them quite well known.

Of course, Susan hates them all,
I know that.

Yes, I sent her to Oxford
to get an education,

and all she comes back with is
a passion for donkey-tailed daubs

and modernistic music.

Where she gets her tastes from,
I don't know.

- Certainly not from me or her mother.
- Mother liked modern music very much.

First I've heard of it.
If she did, she didn't let on to me.

- No.
- This is lobster Dominique.

A sort of speciality de la maison.

No, not for Mr Christopher.
He's flying tomorrow.

Fletcher says young Jackson's
gone solo after six hours.

Yes, he's rather good.

Is this fellow running a sort
of flying kindergarten over there, sir?

No, just the two boys.
Jackson, that's my head of airframes,

his son's waiting to go into the RAF too,
so I've let Fletcher take him on as well.

Won't do them any harm
to get a start, eh, Tony?

No, you'll probably shatter
your RAF instructor

by going solo in about 20 minutes.

That's right, something like that
won't look so bad on the record.

14 hours wouldn't have been so good.

(Distant jet engine thrust)

That's the same noise
we heard this afternoon.

- It comes from the test-beds, doesn't it?
- Yes, I heard you were asking questions.

Well, I tell you what. I'm giving
this party down at the works,

and on our way - well, you're
a member of the family now -

I don't suppose it'll do any harm
for you to have a look at our little secret.

(Thrust continues)

I think it's the most exciting sound
I've ever heard.

It isn't only the sound
that's exciting, Tony boy.

- Evening, Joe.
- Good evening, J. R.

- How's the missus?
- She's all right. That stuffs done her good.

- Told you it would. Good evening, Mike.
- Good evening, J. R.

Hm. Put up the lights.

- What the heck is it, sir?
- It's the aircraft engine of the future.

- Where's the propeller?
- There is no propeller.

How does it keep the aircraft
in the air, then?

- By propulsion.
- Propulsion?

Yes. Jet propulsion.
Come on, I'll show you.

You two had better stay there.

- By the way, don't call me sir.
- What do I call you?

Susan calls me Father, Chris calls me
Dad. You can take your choice.

Now, this is something
quite extraordinary.

Like all great inventions,
from the wheel to radar, perfectly simple.

Yes, you can smile, I know
it looks complicated, but the beauty is

how little there is to it
and how much power comes out of it.

Now, there's a fan here
in the front which draws in air.

- The air's heated here with paraffin.
- Paraffin?

Ordinary paraffin.
Hot air blows out here at the end.

It comes out at such terrific force
that that alone drives the aircraft.

- Who invented it? One of your men?
- No, a chap called Whittle.

- Whittle? Englishman?
- Yes.

We aren't the only firm working on them.
De Havilland and Rolls are ahead of us.

(Klaxon blares)

(Engine warms up)

(Thrust intensifies)

Excuse me.

(Engine turns off)

Well, Susie,
how do you like our new toy?

- What did you think of it, Chris lad?
- Wizard, wasn't it?

- Wizard, Dad.
- Come on, we'll be late for the party.

Come on, now.

Come on.

- Good night, Joe.
- Good night, J. R.

I'm getting out now.
Are you ready for the joyride?

Yes.

Sure you wouldn't like to have
another circuit with me?

No, thanks.

You'd rather not have me bawling
in your ear, eh, I suppose?

- Are we in time, Chris?
- Bang on.

- Thanks for coming.
- Is that your rival?

Yes. Good approach.

- Good morning, Fletcher.
- Morning.

- Have some food with us afterwards.
- Thanks, I'd love to.

- All set?
- There's nothing to it.

All the best, darling.

By the way, Ridgefield, just for once
you can make any sort of landing you like.

I'm going to have a drink.
Only try to get her down in one piece,

there's a good chap.

(Engine purrs)

A very bad turn.

Hm, better.

Hasn't he learned anything at all?

He'll be all right.
You can't get hurt from those things.

(Alarm wailing)

Sue!

- Chris!
- Sue! Sue, stay here!

(Man) Quickly!

(♪ MALCOLM ARNOLD:
"The Sound Barrier")

(Music over dialogue)

What about that?

Why, it's fantastic.

- It's the future 901?
- That's it.

- What's her landing speed?
- It's high at the moment,

but we're working on that.

Well, I have to go to the works at 1:00
so I shan't be back before your train goes,

so I'll say goodbye now.

Goodbye, Tony, it's nice to have you
in the family. Especially now.

Thanks, it's nice being in the family.

- Come and see me again soon.
- I will.

You... You know how I feel
about this awful business.

Mm. I had Fletcher
on the phone today,

he says it need never
have caught fire at all

if he hadn't forgotten
to switch off.

- Heaven knows he had plenty of time.
- Here, I'm awfully sorry.

- What are your plans for after the war?
- Plans?

I only ask because
if you've nothing definite in mind,

I'd like you to know there's always
a job at Ridgefields for you.

- Well, what sort of a job?
- (He chuckles)

- You mean... test pilot?
- Well, that's the thing I had in mind.

Well, don't say anything now.
Think it over. You've plenty of time.

- Well, goodbye, Sue.
- Goodbye, Father.

Write to me and let me know.

- Would you like a drink, darling?
- No, thank you.

(Aeroplane overhead)

(Tony) 'Ridgefield Tower,
this is Glassjar 1 -0.

'I've just crossed the coast at Seaford
Head, descending through cloud.

'Approaching the airfield.'

Roger, 1 -0.

(Intense engine thrust)

(Tony) 'Climbing through clouds,
full throttle, ASI 320.'

(Tony) 'Will, she's a beauty.'

Roger, 1 -0.

30,000. Levelling out.

Auto-observer on.

'I'm starting dive now.
If I get any buffeting, I'll throttle back.

'Here we go. This is it.

'30,000.

'29...

'28...

'27...

'26...'

25,000.

Mach 0.7.

'I'm getting buffeting now!

'Air brakes open, throttling back!

'OK. Coming down to land now.'

Ridgefield Tower to 1 -0.
Clear to join circuit and land.

Runway 3-0.

(Controller) 'Call downwind.'
(Tony) 'Roger.'

(Controller) 'I said use 3-0,
not the control tower.'

(Tony) 'Your message received
and understood.'

(Snorts)

- What-ho.
- What-ho.

- How was the wonder kite?
- What do you think?

- Can I take her out tomorrow?
- No, Windy. She's my baby.

- I've nothing on AM.
- Oh, yes, you have. I've got a job for you.

I promised to deliver a Vampire
for De Havillands.

- Where to?
- Cairo.

Cai... Cairo! Ooh, whizzo!

- (Phone rings)
- Er, don't tell the wife.

Hello? Hello, darling.

Yes, just a few minutes ago.
Hey, what's for dinner?

No. Piece of cake.
No, really.

I shan't be long.
Goodbye.

- Here, Windy, let's have that back.
- Here, I say...

I just remembered
there's a type I know in Cairo

and I could do with a little sun myself.

Never mind, you have a nice
quiet weekend at Shoreham.

- Well, how was it?
- All right.

- Did you take her flat out?
- No, nothing like.

- Pity.
- Why pity?

I thought our intrepid air ace might be
the first man through the sound barrier.

There ain't no such thing.

You ought to check up
on your supersonics,

not to mention the popular press.

What's so ruddy peculiar
about the speed of sound?

We all know exactly what it is,
don't we?

750 miles per hour
at ground level.

If we go slower than that,
we can hear ourselves going,

and if we go faster,
we can hear ourselves coming.

It's a mere matter of acoustics.

- Hello, Miss Mitchell.
- Good afternoon.

(Tony's voice) '19,000, Mach 0.7.

'Slight buffeting commencing on wings.

'18,500. Buffeting increasing.

'17,500. Mach 0.8.
Buffeting's rather bad.'

She's shaking to pieces.
The whole ruddy issue's disintegrating.

Don't do that.
You'll give me heart failure.

'I'm throttling back and pulling out.'

What an exquisite voice I do have,
to be sure.

- Coming for a drink?
- No, got too much work to do.

How's the 902 coming along?

I want J. R. to find a name for her.

Something that would suggest
the highest speed yet flown.

- How about the "Line Shoot"?
- There won't be any line shoot about her.

- She'll do it all right.
- Do what?

The speed of sound.

What would happen if you put
the wings on back to front?

Oh, go away. Go away.

- Will...
- What?

- Seriously...
- Uh-huh.

Apart from the buffeting
and heavy controls

and general wangling about
and other little things we know about...

what exactly does happen
to an aeroplane at the speed of sound?

I don't know.
And shall I tell you something, Tony?

- What?
- No one else in the world does either.

- Darling?
- Cooee!

- How was it?
- Piece of cake.

It's always a piece of cake.

- Sherry?
- A little one.

- What was your day like?
- Pretty good.

- Tony?
- Uh-huh?

- I've got the most wonderful news.
- Have you?

Two bits of wonderful news, in fact.

Only one's not quite so wonderful
as the other.

- So I'll start with the less wonderful.
- Uh-huh.

You know that little house
at Andrew's Corner, Broom Cottage?

- Mm-hm?
- I think we can have it.

- But that belongs to that fellow Franklin.
- Mm, but he's leaving.

- Oh. But this place isn't so bad, is it?
- No, of course not.

But, darling, don't you see
what a difference it would make

if we had a place
that really belonged to us?

Oh, I see all that.
But the old man will hate us leaving him.

- He'll hate you leaving him.
- He'll hate his daughter leaving him too.

Oh, darling, don't you yet know
after two years

what Father and I really feel
about each other?

- I know you don't exactly see eye to eye...
- Eye to eye?

He's always despised me
for not being born a son.

- Darling...
- It's true.

Just as later he despised Chris

for not turning out
the sort of sort of son he wanted.

Well, I can't despise him in return,
because I admire him.

I admire him tremendously
for what he's done.

As for what he is... Well, all I can say,
it's best I should live out of his house.

(♪ Gentle piano music)

What was the other
wonderful piece of news?

It'll keep.

Dinner.

Were there any other symptoms
besides this buffeting?

Well, I noticed that the controls got...
hard at Mach 0.85, in rather a funny way.

- What height was that?
- 18,000.

Hm. There's no doubt about it,
we're just on the fringe of the problem.

- Father?
- Mm?

- What problem?
- Supersonics.

- The sound barrier?
- Yes. That's a newspaper phrase.

And like most of them,
pretty misleading.

- You mean there isn't a barrier?
- Oh, there's a barrier all right.

But it's... spread out,
on either side of the speed of sound,

- from roughly between Mach 0.85...
- Mach? What Mach?

You see, it's a way we have of measuring
the speeds at which we fly.

We no longer fly at miles per hour,
we fly at Mach numbers.

Now, Mach 1 is the speed of sound.

But why sound?

What makes a barrier?
Is it sound?

- It's a combination...
- It's air.

You see, Sue, there's a limit
to the speed at which air itself can move.

Now, this rule's travelling
at 30 mile an hour, let's say.

(Swishing)

You can hear the air whistle
as it moves out of its way.

But if it were travelling
at 750 mile an hour,

the speed of sound, Mach 1,

the air could no longer
move out of its way,

because it just can't move that fast.

It'd pile up in front of the rule,
or the aircraft,

making, if you like, a barrier.

Now, we don't exactly know
what happens to an aircraft

when it gets into these conditions.

Tony knows it buffets
as he gets near to them.

Some say the craft would go
right out of control,

others that it'll break up altogether.
Now, I don't believe that, Sue.

I believe that with the right aircraft
and the right man,

we can force our way
through this barrier,

and once through, there is a world.

A whole new world, with speeds
of 1,500 to 2,000 mile an hour,

within the grasp of man.

And Tony here may be the first man
to see that new world.

Well, let's go, shall we?

Do you think the Americans
will beat us to it?

They may, but we're two years ahead
in jet-engine development.

I think it's between ourselves, Vickers
and De Havillands at the moment.

It's a pity De Havillands will have
their 108 up before our 902.

Oh, by the way, Will wants a name
for her. Got any ideas, Dad?

- Yes. Prometheus.
- Prometheus? Who was he?

- (Susan) He was a Greek god.
- Who stole fire from heaven.

Oh, yes, I remember.
Came to a sticky end, didn't he?

He did. But the world got fire.

How long before I can have a crack
at this thing, Dad?

Not long, but you've got quite
a bit of homework to do first.

You'd better get started
right away.

"A Theory of Supersonic Shockwaves."
I shan't understand a word of this.

There's nothing to understand.
That's the trouble.

That fellow spends 50 pages
telling us he doesn't know a thing.

- But you'd better read it, all the same.
- I shall need you to do some explaining.

You go up to the observatory,
I'll be with you in a minute.

All right.

- How's the new telescope working?
- It's good, but it might be better.

I think one day I'll build myself
a proper observatory out in the park.

- Father, answer me a question, will you?
- Yes?

Is the ability to travel
at 2,000 miles an hour

going to be a blessing
to the human race?

Well, I'd say that's up
to the human race.

As a member of it,
I can't feel unduly optimistic.

In fact, if that's all that lies
beyond this barrier,

what purpose is there
in risking lives to pierce it?

Well, I could talk about national security,
beating the potential enemy bomber,

flying to New York in two hours,
but that's not the real point.

The real point is,
it's just got to be done.

What purpose did Scott have
in going to the South Pole?

I wish I knew.
I really wish I knew.

Hm. This coffee's bitter.

Yes, I got it at Weymouth's
in the high street.

Franklin tells me
you've been looking at his house.

Yes, Father, I made him an offer.

That house is not suitable either
for my daughter or my chief test pilot.

Franklin won't accept your offer.

- How do you know?
- For, my dear Susan,

Mr Franklin likes
his present job very much.

And I have no doubt, no doubt at all,
he'll be anxious to keep it.

Goodnight, darling.

- Tony?
- Mm?

Will you try not to use
"piece of cake" talk for a moment?

I'll try not to.

How dangerous is it going to be?

Well, exploring the unknown
must always be a little... chancy.

Yes, I see.

Darling?

I did go and see the doctor
this morning.

When?

- End of December.
- Oh, how clever of you.

We'll save money on
the little brat's birthday presents.

Certainly not. Even if arrives on
Christmas Day, he will still get two lots.

We might give him
a false birthday in June.

That's right, darling. Say "him".
Say "him" whenever you think about it.

A psychologist chap I know says
there is something in that theory.

- Tony?
- What?

Must it be you?
This sound barrier...

- Must it be you?
- Yes, darling, I'm afraid it must.

- Couldn't someone else?
- No, Sue, it's my pigeon.

I promised myself when you took this job
that I'd never nag you about it, Tony,

and I really wouldn't have done
if you'd just gone on testing aeroplanes,

but I find now I'm married
not only to a test pilot,

but married to an explorer as well.
It's a bit unfair, Tony, really it is.

Darling, I hate it.

I'll think about it, darling,
I promise you.

I'll think most awfully hard about it.

- Hey. Do you remember Philip Peel?
- Of course.

Like to fly with me tomorrow
and have lunch with him?

- Fly... Hey, will he be all right?
- According to modern theory, yes.

- He'd like to very much.
- Good.

(Whispers) Now, it's strictly unofficial,
so not a word to anyone.

Not even Dad.
We should be back by dinner.

- All right?
- Yes.

- Where are we going, Tony?
- Cairo.

- Funny, I thought you said Cairo.
- Oh, I did say Cairo.

Don't be silly.

(Tony) You all right?

Fine.

Ridgefield Tower from Glassjar 1 -0,
clear for take-off?

1 -0, clear for take-off.
Have a good time.

(Engine revs up)

We're starting to climb now.
We use too much fuel down here.

- How high are we going?
- About 40,000.

Eight miles.

- Is our engine all right?
- I think so. Why?

- I can hardly hear it.
- (Tony chuckles)

Glassjar 1 -0, this is Ridgefield Tower.
Transmit for a fix.

(Tony) 'Ridgefield Tower,
this is Glassjar 1 -0 transmitting for a fix.

'On course, 156,
altitude 25,000 feet. Over.'

(Controller) Your position is Dover.

Darling. France.
Cap Gris-Nez.

Belgium, and Holland on the horizon.

Paris.

There you are. See the Arc de Triomphe
and all the avenues branching off it?

- (Susan) I can't see the Eiffel Tower.
- Well, look ahead, you can see the Alps.

We'll go over the top
if the weather's OK.

Geneva Tower,
this is Glassjar 1 -0.

Mediterranean.

You'll be able to see Athens
in a moment.

(Susan) The Earth is beginning to look
awfully small and insignificant.

- I don't know that I like it.
- You're being old-fashioned, darling.

Why worry about the poor old Earth?
Look up there!

There's our future. Space.
You can't make that insignificant.

Down there's had it.

(Jet engine overhead)

Hey. There's the Comet.

- One ladder!
- You're lucky to have one.

(Man) Tony!

Phil!

- It's good to see you.
- How are you?

- And Sue, how are you?
- Wonderfully well, Phil.

Isn't this exciting?

- Good trip?
- Piece of cake.

I see you haven't widened
his vocabulary much.

- I say, this is the Vampire, isn't it?
- Uh-huh. Night fighter.

I suppose I couldn't take her
on a quick circuit, could I?

No, you certainly couldn't.

I always said you'd get bored
becoming an oil magnate.

I'm not bored with it.

It's just that I haven't flown anything
for 18 months, that's all.

If you want to fly,
you'd better take that job at Ridgefields.

The offer's still open.

I'd better go and check in
at the flight office.

- Look, meet us over there by the Jeep.
- Ah-ha. OK.

- What job at Ridgefields, Philip?
- Test pilot.

He mentioned it in his last letter,
but I didn't take him seriously.

I didn't think he was high enough
to scatter jobs about.

- He is, you know.
- Does he get on with the great man?

- He calls him Dad.
- Oh.

Phew, it's hot.

Oh, Tony, why did you bring
that awful thing?

You know how I hate it.

When I got your wire,
I thought you must be tight.

I probably was.

- I say, how are you going to get back?
- Get back? Oh, I hadn't thought of that.

Why don't you try going by sea?
It's a nice restful trip. Only 15 days.

- Fifteen...? Tony, you mean to say...?
- Don't worry, we'll think of something.

Why not ask Cunningham?

He tests the Comet between here
and London most days.

No, rival firm.
No, we'll catch a lift somewhere.

Hey, where are you taking us
for lunch?

To an open-air place.
Jess is meeting us there.

- Oh, good.
- It's the best food in Cairo.

Hooray!

To think you were in England only
this morning, it seems like a miracle.

I can't quite believe it myself.

- I'm so glad, Jess, to meet you at last.
- So am I.

I can never realise
you don't know each other.

- Here's to us.
- (All) To us.

- How are the children?
- Fine, thank you.

- Isn't that Cunningham?
- Yes, I think it is.

Darling, do you think I ought to swallow
my pride and cadge that lift home?

I certainly do.
If we have to go back by boat,

I shall be wearing these trousers
for a fortnight.

(Engines roar)

How much would they pay you
as a test pilot?

What? Oh, about 200 a year less
than I'm getting at the moment.

Oh well, I expect
we'll manage somehow.

They're off!

Home. In five hours.

Thanks, John,
she's a nice steady old crate.

(John) Go on!

- Who was it said, "Oh, to be in England"?
- Browning. But he wasn't!

- Oh, Tony, it was a wonderful trip.
- I knew you'd love it.

Love it? I shall treasure it
all my life. Every single moment.

Darling, stop a minute, will you?

(Whistles) Paper.

Thank you.

I remember you telling me once that one
of the reasons you love flying so much

was that you found
a sort of peace up there

that you couldn't find
anywhere on Earth.

When we seemed to be hanging
up there between heaven and Earth,

I found a strange,
secure sort of peace too.

Almost like the feeling one gets in
one of those especially comfy dreams.

I never thought it would be like that.

Darling, will you stop
at the office block for a moment?

- I want to see Dad about something.
- Of course.

I've just spoken to them.

- And do they know what happened?
- No more than you read there.

And what speed?

The fastest yet achieved
anywhere on Earth.

"Disintegrated... Wreckage lies
scattered over a mile-wide area."

It looks as if it really
had exploded in the air.

- But they must know more than this.
- They don't. There's nothing left to tell.

- They may have hit something.
- Aye, he hit something, all right.

He hit the speed of sound.

Well, it looks as if I might
have been wrong after all.

You can't get through this thing.

That was a great aircraft,
flown by a great pilot.

- Yes, I know.
- Well...

Do we go on?

Well, that's for you to decide, isn't it?

Yes, I suppose it is.

I wanted to know
how you feel about it.

Could we get a full report on all this
and could I look at it? It might help us.

Oh, and if you're sending a wire,
you might put my name on it too.

He was a good bloke,
old Geoffrey.

I'd better say it at once. I'm going on
with this sound-barrier business.

Why, Tony?

It's difficult to explain.

I just feel it's got to be done,
that's all.

By you?

Yes, by me.

Was... he married?

Yes, I believe he was.

Is there anything I can say
that will stop you, Tony?

No, Sue. Nothing.

Don't you see, I...
I can't let the show down now?

Let the show down? Is there no thought
in your mind of letting me down, or him?

- Oh, Sue...
- If only I could understand, Tony.

But I can't, you see.

I can only see a great wall
in the sky

strong enough
to smash an aircraft to pieces.

And beyond it, nothing.
Nothing at all.

I'm sorry, Sue.

Darling...

I promise you
I did mean to speak to Dad

and ask him whether I mightn't
give up this job, but after...

Well, after this, how could I?

Don't you see what he'd
have felt about me if I had?

I've heard those words before, Tony.

Christopher said them to me
the night before he was killed.

He was scared too
Father might think he was a coward.

Oh, it isn't that.

It's just... I don't want him to think
I'm ratting on a job

because someone else
got killed doing it.

- Where are you going?
- I can't face him tonight.

- Oh, darling.
- Leave me alone.

Oh, Sue is not feeling very well.
She's not coming down.

Oh. Sorry.

You know,
when I first started flying,

some people, religious people,
thought what we were doing was wrong.

They thought it was
breaking a law of nature.

Sounds funny now, of course,
but they used to say,

"If God had meant us to fly,
he'd have given us wings."

Now, this sound barrier...

People might feel again that God had
put it there for his own good purpose.

That it can't be broken.
That it would be wrong to try.

Now, I wouldn't blame anyone
who believed that. I...

I wouldn't blame them at all.

Do you believe that, Tony?

No, Dad. If I believe anything,
it's the exact opposite.

Oh, if only I were 30 years younger.

Well, sorry about Sue.
We'll get Factor to send her up a tray.

Let's go in, shall we?

(♪ MALCOLM ARNOLD:
"The Sound Barrier")

(Engine roars)

(Intensifying engine thrust)

(Jet engine thrust)

- (Doorbell rings)
- (Boy) Mummy, somebody at the door.

Yes, dear, I know.

Oh, Sally, don't play on the stairs, dear.
I've told you before.

- Hello, Jess. Am I disturbing you?
- No, of course not. Do come in.

I was shopping
and I thought I'd drop in.

- Hello, Bobby.
- I made this.

Oh, isn't that lovely?

Jess, I wanted to speak to Philip
rather urgently. Is he in?

No, but he'll be back quite soon,
I expect. Let's go in here.

Oh, I do think
you've done this charmingly.

You know this is the house
I'd set my heart on, don't you?

Why did you want this when you've got
that big house almost to yourselves?

I just did.

Here he is and I haven't got
the pie in the oven. Excuse me.

- Hello, darling.
- Hello, sweetie.

- Look who's here again. Isn't that nice?
- Oh.

I'm just getting lunch.

- Hello.
- Hello. I was passing and I thought...

Well, it was a nice thought.
Come on, come and sit down.

- How was the flight?
- Wonderful.

Tony was kind
about my flying too.

- No regrets, then?
- None at all.

Why does everyone I'm fond of
have to be a test pilot?

Why can't they sit in offices
like the rest of humanity?

The rest of humanity
doesn't know what it's missing.

(Jet engine overhead)

When Tony's flying these days...
I try to go to the cinema.

You can't hear the sound
so clearly in there.

Philip...

How does Jess feel about all this?

Oh, I think she accepts it
just as a job like any other.

I wish I were like Jess.
I'm not very brave, I'm afraid.

When's he testing
the Prometheus at full speed?

- I don't know.
- You do, I think.

But perhaps
it's best you shouldn't tell.

- What's he doing at this minute?
- He's up for half an hour on a routine test.

- Will you stay for lunch?
- Oh, won't that be difficult for Jess?

- Has she enough?
- She'll manage somehow.

Susan, you mustn't worry, you know.
There's no better pilot in this country.

Philip, I believe to have courage,
one must also have understanding.

If only I could understand
the purpose of it all.

You know, I don't think that sort
of understanding comes from up here.

Only from here.

Oh, Jess, lay on another place,
will you? Susan's staying for lunch.

- Well?
- Tomorrow at 3:00.

- What, the full test?
- Yeah.

That's good work, Will.

She's still nose-heavy
over Mach 0.90.

- Well, give up the test if you're worried.
- Of course I'm worried! Wouldn't you be?

Tony says it's not serious.
He can correct easily.

He doesn't want to wait any longer.
Nor do I.

- You need a rest, Will.
- Of course I need a rest!

I've needed a rest for over 35 years.

- Give me a drink.
- You know where to find it.

- Where is Tony now?
- He's over with the new test pilot.

That boy's a good flyer, by the way.
Tony says he's better than him.

That's not true.
No one's better than Tony.

Tony hasn't got it up here.
That's what a pilot needs nowadays.

Brains and imagination.

- Isn't that what they've always needed?
- Maybe. Well, here's hoping.

(Jet engine overhead)

- Well, what is it, Dad?
- A galaxy in Andromeda.

- And how far away is that?
- Oh, about 700,000 light years.

You mean that what I am seeing now

is the way this galaxy looked
700,000 years ago?

- That's right.
- Hm.

- I'm looking at the past, then, aren't I?
- In a manner of speaking.

- Is there a way of looking into the future?
- Yes.

- How?
- Through that telescope.

What you see there is the past,
the present and the future, all in one.

The process of continuous creation.
Stars die, stars are born.

No beginning, no end.

Yes, you can see into the future
out there, all right.

- Nice hobby you've got here.
- Passes the time.

- Well, goodnight.
- Tony?

- You hardly knew Christopher, did you?
- Well, just that one night.

Susan blames me for his death,
doesn't she?

Oh, that you needn't answer.
I know she does.

I just wondered if you blame me too.
You can tell me the truth, I can take it.

Do you, Tony?

No.

Hm. Well, goodnight, Tony boy.
Happy landings for tomorrow.

Piece of cake.

Oh, sorry, darling.
I didn't mean to wake you.

- You're very late, Tony.
- I've been gassing with the old man.

Are you flying tomorrow?

Just the usual bumble around.

- What time?
- Three o'clock.

- I'll see that film at the Palace.
- Mm.

It's a good one, I hear.

- Darling?
- Mm-hm?

Do you mind if we call him John?

I think I do.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight, my love.

- Pity.
- What?

- That I didn't meet you ten years ago.
- Why?

I'd have had ten years longer
of being married to you.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

Tony?

Oh, Tony.

Crash crew, this is Control, testing.
How do you hear me?

Roger. Stand by in crash position
on runway 2-0.

- Good afternoon.
- Hello.

(Jet engines revving)

(Tweeting)

(Tony) 'Ridgefield Tower
from Glassjar 1 -0. Clear for take-off?'

1 .0. Clear to go.

Roger.

(Jet engine revs)

(Jet engine overhead)

(Tony) 'Ridgefield Tower,
this is Glassjar 1 -0.

'I'm going up to 40,000 and dive her first
at a Mach number of about 0.95 or 0.96.'

(Controller) Roger, 1 -0.
(Tony) 'Coming in over the airfield now.'

1 .0 to Tower.
Flying level 30,000 feet.

Conditions pretty near perfect.
Visibility unlimited.

I'm going up another ten to 40,000.

40,000, straight and level.

Outside air temperature, 50 below.

Revs 12.5, ASI 380 knots.
OK, here we go.

Mach 0.90.

No buffeting, trim correct,
increasing speed.

0.94...

0.95...

Buffeting!
Nose-heavy! Trimming back!

(Intense buffeting and thrust)

Port wing dropping!
Air brakes open! Throttling back!

(Grunts and moans)

(Tony) 'OK.
At that speed, nothing serious.

'Behaviour normal,
apart from nosing down.

'Right, I'm going up
to 40,000 feet again for the full go.'

Hello, Tony, this is Will.

Did you correct that nose-heavy trim
before opening air brakes?

All right, Will, you old hen.

Everything you said would happen
did happen. All in order, don't fuss.

What about your nose-heavy trim?
Did you correct?

'Of course I corrected.
I told you I was climbing again, didn't I?'

OK, 40,000. Straight and level.

All set. Hang on a minute.

Here we go. This is it.

0.95...

Buffeting!
Nose-heavy! Trimming back!

0.96... 0.97...

0.98...

25,000. Very nose-heavy.
Air brakes open.

The controls don't respond!
I can't hold her!

0.99...

- (Tony) 'Still no response!'
- Bail out.

It's coming up to Mach 1!

Bail out. Bail out!

(He screams)

Tony!

(Alarm wails)

(Controller) Crash, square able 7.

(Alarms continues)

(Truck bells ringing)

(Crowd cheers on screen)

(Moans)

Get back!

- Why did you come here?
- I wanted to.

I wanted to.

Halt!

(She pants)

Here, you'd better sit down.

- Is... Is Father here?
- No.

He was here for an hour or more,
but he's gone now.

Oh, Will.

I don't know what to say to you,
Susie, love. I don't know what to say.

I can't go on, of course.
I've had my fill of designing aeroplanes.

Still I don't know where it went wrong.
I can't fathom it.

Oh, I suppose I've got too old.

What are you going to do?

I don't know. I... hadn't thought.

- I must go somewhere, I think.
- No, Susie love, please, don't.

I'm thinking of J. R.

I know how things are between you,
but don't leave him alone now.

Not for a bit, anyway.

I must go now, Will.

Please don't blame yourself.

Tony knew... he was up against
something he couldn't beat.

Come on, I'd better take you home.

(Tony's voice)
'AII set. Hang on a minute.

'Here we go. This is it.

'0.95... Buffeting!
Nose-heavy! (Grunts)

'Trimming back! 0.96...

'0.97...

'0.98...

'Down to 25,000. Very nose-heavy.
Air brakes open.

'The controls don't respond.
I can't hold her!

'0.99...!
Still no response.'

(Will) 'Bail out.'
(Tony) 'Coming up to Mach 1!'

(Will) 'Bail out. Bail out!'

(Tony screams)

- Sue.
- Jess.

Get Dr Peyton, Philip.

Come along, we'll go upstairs.

- It is a boy, isn't it?
- Yes.

(Baby moans)

(She weeps)

Oh, it's Tony.

- We name this child...
- John Anthony.

John Anthony, I baptise you
in the name of the Father,

and of the Son,

and of the Holy Ghost, amen.

Now, smile, please.

He's here. The car's outside.
Oh dear, I hoped he wouldn't.

Oh, don't panic, Jess.

Ah, how do you do?

- Well, hello, Sue.
- Hello, Father.

Hello, young fella.
Did you christen him Tony?

No, John.
It was what Tony wanted.

- Hm. He's a fine baby.
- Yes, isn't he?

- Oh, Sir John, can I tempt you to this?
- Oh, thank you, Mrs Peel.

- It's a charming house you have.
- Glad you like it, Sir John.

I haven't had a chance yet
of congratulating you, Father.

Mm. Quite a surprise.

I hear the new airliner
is a great success.

Mm. We hope so.
Now, here's a small present for... John.

Thank you.

The Chinaman, he says,

"Me no likey plitty lady.
Me likey plitty drinky."

- Hello, Will.
- Hello, J. R.

Delighted to see you looking
so much better. How was Bognor?

- Oh, very restful, very quiet.
- I'm glad you're back.

- I'm not back.
- Oh.

Well, when you're at Bognor,
you might have a look at this.

I'd like your views.

- Byfield's work?
- Yes.

- What's his idea in that?
- To increase stability.

The way I see it, J. R.,
a good aircraft has...

It's got to have something
sort of... inevitable about it.

Now, look. This thing could be
changed a hundred different ways.

For example...

Do you know what you are, J. R.?
You're a vile seducer.

Oh, by the way, I hear
you've made a new Prometheus.

- What's the idea?
- It's too good an aircraft to lose, Will.

It's the best that came out
of England since the war.

- No. It failed, J. R.
- It wasn't the aircraft that failed, Will.

Now, you come
and see me on Monday.

Well, this may not be
the time to tell you,

but I've been watching
your work very closely,

and now Makepeace is leaving us,

I've decided to promote you
to chief test pilot.

- Oh, thank you, Sir John.
- In the firm, I'm still known as J. R.

- Take up the new Prometheus tomorrow.
- Yes, J. R.

Take her up every day
for the next few weeks.

- No specific tests, just get used to her.
- Right.

Goodbye and thank you.
A charming party.

Oh, and Peel? Not above Mach 0.90
until further orders.

(♪ MALCOLM ARNOLD:
"The Sound Barrier")

(Jet engine overhead)

- Philip?
- I think so.

(Barking)

Hello, darling.

Come on. Up we get.

- Has John been good?
- Yes.

He doesn't seem to mind
the noise at all.

- Jess?
- Mm-hm?

You've both been
very good to me here.

I don't think you'll ever realise
how grateful I am.

- Why this all of a sudden?
- I think I've got that flat in London.

Oh dear, I'm sorry.
We shall both miss you terribly.

I shall miss you.

Couldn't you find something
a little nearer here?

I don't want him to grow up at Ridgefields
in the shadow of his grandfather.

(Jet engine overhead)

Come on, darling.

- Why not stick the nose on the tail?
- I'll stick your nose on your tail.

- Will?
- What?

Is it possible that at the speed of sound,
the controls are reversed?

At the speed of sound, Philip,
anything's possible. Why?

During the war once,
I put a Spitfire into a flat-out dive.

No particular reason,
just youthful high spirits.

I think now that I hit
the sound barrier.

I remember that the more
I pulled on the stick,

the harder the nose went down.
The same thing happened this morning.

You're not supposed to do
a high Mach number!

I know, but I did.

Both times, I had the feeling that
if I'd had the guts to put the stick forward

instead of pulling it back,

I could have pulled out
without having to lose speed.

What do you think?

There's nothing in the books
to suggest for one second

anything so Edgar Allan Poe-ish.

Rather depends on the books,
doesn't it, Will?

There were books once
that said the Earth was flat.

(Phone ringing)

Yes?
Oh. He's here.

It's J. R., for you.

- Hello?
- (Jet engine overhead)

Peel here, J. R.
Yes? What, now?

Well, yes, of course.

What have I done?
He sounded grim as blazes.

Here's Daddy.

I'm sorry I'm late, darling.

We started, darling.
The children have to have their hair cut.

- I had to see the old man.
- You've got it, then?

- I've got what?
- Well, the rise, of course.

Oh, blast it. I forgot to ask him.

- You forgot to ask him?
- Yes. I'm sorry, darling.

Oh, really! What a husband.

- (Girl moans)
- Bobby, go out and play on the lawn.

Here we are.
That's it, you come with me.

- Nice flight, dear?
- Yes, thanks. Wonderful.

I've got something hot for you
in the oven.

What does he want?

- You won't tell Jess, will you?
- No.

He asked me to take
the Prometheus up

and reproduce exactly the conditions
under which Tony crashed.

Could I have the bread, please?

Thanks.

- At the same speed?
- Well, faster, if possible.

When?

I shall take her up this afternoon
for a high Mach number,

and if that's all right,
full crack tomorrow.

Are you going to do it?

Look, I don't have to, you know.

This was merely a suggestion,
not an order.

Hm.

That's the situation, Sue.
I don't have to, but I must.

- Why must you?
- Well...

It's a bit hard to explain.

I only know that if I don't accept
your father's suggestion,

I should never want to fly again.

And as flying, I've now found out,
is my life, well, I...

There we are, darling.
I hope it's still all right.

It looks lovely.

Fancy you forgetting to ask
for the rise.

I shouldn't worry about it.
I don't think he'll... object now.

Is it safe to buy the coats
for the children?

Oh, good. Now they'll look smarter
than those stuck-up Harrison kids.

"A complaint from one of our most
important customers in Mexico

"has revealed to me a possible defect

"in the Marlborough Mark III
engine mounting..."

Ah. Hello, Will.

What's the test scheduled
for the Prometheus tomorrow?

The details are on the sheet.

There's one quite important detail
that isn't.

At what Mach number
is my machine to fly?

Mach 1.

Wasn't Tony enough for you?

We learnt a lot from Tony's crash.

Just enough to know that to fly
at the speed of sound is death.

- Haven't you had enough of that?
- No.

Ever heard of pilotless aircraft?

This problem can't be solved
with pilotless aircraft.

Not in years, anyway.

Well, what are a few years
one way or another?

Important to me.
I may not have so many of them.

Trying for a peerage now, huh?

- You'd better get out, Will.
- I'm sorry for you, J. R.

I don't know what devil it is
that's eating you up.

And it can't make life
any too happy for you.

Cable to Mexico City.

"Your letter received,
and will receive our attention. Stop."

Oh. Good evening, Sue.

Good evening, Father.

Well, you don't often give me
the pleasure of seeing you these days.

How's my grandson?

- He's very well.
- Good.

- Father?
- Yes?

- Are you going on with this test tomorrow?
- What's that to do with you?

Did Philip tell you what happened
to him this afternoon?

Yes. I've just been reading
his report.

For a good ten seconds,
he was completely out of control.

What are his chances
if that happens tomorrow?

Well, it might not happen tomorrow.

Please put off the test, Father.

No.

You're prepared to let Philip
go the way of Tony?

Well, we don't know the way of Tony.

That's Philip's job tomorrow,
to find out how Tony was killed.

And Tony was finding out
how Geoffrey de Havilland was killed,

and another pilot will find out
how Philip was killed.

And each time,
we'll learn a bit more.

So that one day in the distant future,
Ridgefields will build an airliner

that'll go to New York in three hours.

Two.

So that a few people
who can afford the fare

will spend an occasional weekend
in New York,

and Ridgefields shares
will go up and up.

My dear Susan, what kind of man
do you think I am?

I don't know.
I... really don't know.

What sort of a man
with two deaths on his conscience

could risk burdening it with a third?

A man whose only human feeling
is a passionate worship

for a pile of bricks and mortar
called Ridgefields?

My dear Susan, if you were to tell me
that only by giving up Ridgefields

and going back to where I started,
could I find out

what happens to an aircraft
at the speed of sound,

I'd say, "All right, Susan,
my girl, it's a deal."

- I don't believe that.
- That's because you can't understand it!

You make imaginary sacrifices
for yourself,

but it's other people's lives
you really sacrifice.

You think I felt nothing
at Tony's death?

What else can I think,
when a few hours after his death

I find you listening to his voice?

Our ways are different
in so many things,

I expect our ways of feeling grief
are different too.

Well, I don't suppose
you've any more to say to me.

Yes, I have, Father.
I'm taking John to live in London.

Oh? Indeed?

You know why I'm taking your grandson
away from you, don't you?

You want me to think of you
as a man with a vision.

Well, that vision has killed
both my husband and my brother.

And while I'm alive,
it's not going to kill my son too.

There are evil visions as well
as good ones, you know, Father.

That's why I'm taking my baby away.

Thanks, Windy. Tell them I'll be out
in two minutes, will you?

OK.

You sent for me, Father.

Well, thank you for coming.
I've... I've got something to say.

(Jet engine thrust)

(Philip) '1 -4 to Tower.
Climbing now.

'JPT seems a bit high,
but other pressures normal.

'Checking. Will call again later.'

Erm, before you go off, I...

I wanted to know what school
you've got John down for.

- Is that all you wanted to say?
- No.

Good schools are not two a penny.
You've got to think.

But surely there's plenty of time.

(Philip) '1 -4 to Tower.
14:20 hours.

'I'm climbing to 40,000 feet.
Weather conditions ideal.

'I'm going to make my first run
level at full throttle.

'Still climbing.'

- Susan...
- Yes, Father?

(Philip) 'Levelling out now. 40,000.

'AII right. I'm all set.

'Starting run now.

'Increasing speed.

'Revs 12.5.

'Mach 0.88.

'0.89. Slight buffeting.

'0.90. Getting nose-heavy now.
Correcting.'

(Jet engine rumbling)

(Philip) 'Throttling back.

'Run completed.'

- I'm sorry, I must go.
- No, don't go! Stay and talk.

Don't leave me alone.

(Philip) '1 -4 to Tower.

'Still at 40,000. At that speed,
she was quite controllable.

'There was a slight port wing drop,
but nothing serious.

'Didn't have to use trim,
I corrected on the stick.

'JPT now normal.'

Well, what were we talking about?
It, erm...

- It was about schools, wasn't it?
- Yes.

(Philip) 'Right. Second run.
This time we'll try a dive.

'35 degrees.

'Here we go again.
Starting dive... now.

'Maximum revs.

'0.91...

'Slight buffeting.

'0.92...

'She's pitching a bit.
Still buffeting.

'0.93... Nose very heavy now.

'Trimming back!

'Port wing dropping. Correcting!

'0.94... Still under control.

'0.95!

'Nose still going down.

'Air brakes open, throttling back.

'Second run completed.'

Can a vision be evil, Sue?
Can it? Can it?

I shouldn't have said that.

It's a terrible thing to make a man
doubt everything he's ever lived for.

If I've killed them both for nothing.
Well, it can't be true, can it? Can it?

Ridgefield Tower, this is 1 -4.
40,000 again.

All right. Third and last,
steepest possible dive.

Full throttle. Here we go.

0.94...

0.95... Buffeting!

0.96...

0.97...

0.98... Out of control!

25,000 feet.

Air brakes out, throttling back.

Pulling out of dive.

'Ridgefield Tower, this is 1 -4.
Nose heavy again.

'I couldn't trim out,
I had to use the air brakes to pull out.'

All right. Clear to land now.
Runway 3-0.

1 -4, negative. I've got an idea
I want to try out. I'm going up again.

(Philip) 'Ridgefield Tower,
this is 1 -4. 40,000 feet.

I think I can beat this nose-heavy
business by reversing the controls.

Anyway, I'm going to try.
I won't be a moment.

(Sighs heavily)

All right, here we go.

'Increasing speed.

'0.94...

'0.95...'

Buffeting. 0.96...

0.97...

0.98...

She's out of control!

0.99!

(Grunting)

Mach 1!

I'm putting the stick... forward!

She's coming up!
Throttling back. Pulling out now!

(Explosion)

(Philip groans)

I did it! I did it!

(Panting)

1 -4 to Tower.

On fourth run,

Mach meter showed 1 .01.

Corrected nose-heavy trim
by putting the stick forward.

Have you got that?
Stick forward!

I'm landing now.

He's got through.
It's all right. He's got through.

(Jet engine approaching)

You'll...
You'll do me a favour, will you?

Of course.

You don't tell anyone what happened
in this office this afternoon.

Do you think I would?

I say, a chap called Sound just looked in.
He's absolutely livid with you, old boy.

He says he's going to bump
his speed up next time.

Oh, good, I've found you in.
I want to show you this.

- Lord & Mason's won't take it back...
- Look, darling...

we've got to make up our minds now.
Do you think the colour's too much?

They've got a sort of beigey colour
with stripes going down here, and I...

It seemed a bit dull to me, but...

Look, darling, pay attention.
This is very important.

- Is it all right?
- Yes, I'm sorry, darling. Yes, it's fine.

Good, that's lovely.
I'll be able to get back in time.

Well, bye-bye, darling.
See you at home.

(Chuckles)

(Sobbing)

Hm. I thought I heard a car.

I wondered if it could be you.

He has a look of Tony.

His eyes.

- What's that?
- It's the moon.

I never knew it could look
so unfriendly.

It's an unfriendly universe.

Do you believe that?

Unfriendly only because
it's unconscious of our existence.

- That's a depressing conception.
- Doesn't depress me.

In our fight with the universe,
it gives us the advantage.

- Must it always be a fight?
- Well, I think it must.

It wasn't for nothing we were given
so many weapons to fight with.

- Such as?
- Imagination, for one thing.

Which some people call vision,
don't they?

Yes, some people do.

And I suppose another weapon
is courage.

- Daddy, why didn't you tell me?
- Tell you what?

How alone you must've been.

Even Will had more imagination
than me...

I am sorry.

You've no need to be.

(John exclaims)

- I must put John to bed.
- Yes.

- He's no right to be up as late as this.
- And you mustn't keep your car waiting.

The car's gone, Father.
We've come home.

Oh...

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