 With an imaginary H-bomb attack on New York City, and with the measures that civil defense would take in such an event, for the rescue and protection of the population in and around the city, the happenings that will now follow on your screen might be taking place in a suburban community some 50 miles from New York, but are entirely fictitious, of course. It is the prayer of every one of us that such happenings shall forever remain fictitious. Hey kids, if I'm going to drop you off the school, you'd better wiggle. The 823 will not wait for me. What should I drink my milk? Make a guess, Jimmy. Michael, you know what I think? I think it's awful. Oh mother, yes, Bobby. Don't you stop calling me by that baby name. It's Barbara. What jeep was we've been calling you, Bobby, for 14 years. I don't see why you're calling. No, of course not. You wouldn't. No, Bob. Mommy, will you listen? You know those white jackets I got at the bar who sailed to the babysitter's club? They have to be washed and ironed for the night's meeting. Oh, sweetie, on the day the maids out six won't they wait? Well, if you want to make it out... Oh, why can't we be like other families? A nice, normal group of people. We are, John. Oh, what? Normal. As oatmeal and apple pie. Come on now, up and out of the house. The jacket will be done. Come on, kids, out. The meeting's going to be an A. I know we women have got to keep up with the... By a hydrogen warhead carried by a guided missile, defensive damage and heavy loss of life. To keep constantly informed, use your battery-operated portable or automobile radios. Keep your set tuned to this thing. And I know he went. I know he wasn't in his office when it happened. I just know he's been living with this thing in the back of our minds for years. He's prayed it would never happen, but now he's got to keep our heads up. Attention, please, that they will burn themselves out within a few hours to a few days. Radiological crews are now making an inspection... Ian, please. Who are you? I'm Garfield Lee. Let me in. I'll explain. It's about your daughter, Barbara. Barbara? Yes, it's a matter of... I'm her science teacher in high school. Now we know that me in. Wasn't that a rifle shot? Yes, auxiliary police, probably. There are losers around already. Tell me, what about Barbara? I think she may have been exposed to radiation today. Thank you. What's your... I was bringing my class back from a trip to the aircraft plant for the bomb fell. As we reached the school, it began to rain. Rain that may have been radioactive. May have, was it or wasn't it? I'm not sure, but to be on the safe side, you should have a test made of Barbara as soon as possible. What sort of a test? With a Geiger counter. But I don't follow you. If the radio particles have entered, they go to the bone marrow causing a drop in the blood count. But that won't come until later. Right now our Geiger counter is the only thing that'll give us any indication. I'm not sure about this, but just as a preventative, I thought I should see the parents of all the students who are with me. Would you wait here, please? Of course. Us, please. Why, is he going around making tests or something? Should he? A chief of dogs, he knows everything in the world about Adam. He works in... He did? Only when they started making the bombs, he decided to give it up into high school. He did? Well, what did he do that for? To be sure that all the children were on the field trip are all right. But what? It seemed to be on the safe side. Some of them can't... Because I have my own very good reason. That is a full set of instructions. That's the radiation? Community organization, you think of everything. Well, we trained for it long enough. Civil defense. Some folks thought it was a kid's game. You know, lots of laughs. Just a game. Some game. Some laugh. Well, now, is there anything special you'd like to know? A million things. Where my husband is. When Oliver... His thing goes on. And Barbara. Perhaps she might have been exposed to radiation. Shouldn't she be tested? Well, now, they've just opened a new emergency hospital down the street in the Legion Hall. Take her out in the street? Oh, they think it'll be perfectly safe. Bye tomorrow. Bye tomorrow? Wait until then. No, wait, wait. I'll tell you what. Young Doc's finale. I know that he's standing by right now waiting for the first wounded from New York. I think I can grab him for a minute. I can't tell you how thankful I am. That's my job, Mrs. Mitchell. That's what I signed for. Who'd ever thought of all the times that I drove up to your gas station? We won't know what regular is again for a long, long time. It's hardly stirring at all. Just picking up a tiny bit of radioactivity that you picked up from the school dog, going to the bus, and from the bus into here. Well, it doesn't even show one millirenction of radioactivity on me. Right. It would have to show at least two-and-a-half or three millirenctions to be worth thinking about. Correct, Professor Mitchell. I have the honor to report that you are a very well-informed, 100% red-blooded American girl. Doctor, is Barbara all right? Yes, ma'am. She's as right as... Oh, no. Now, the times have done something to rain. Would you test Jenny, too? Oh, sure. All right, Jenny. Here. Now, each of you. Doctor, ma'am? Yes, by the time I got back to the kitchen he'd left, he seemed so strange, for instance, the way he didn't want me to mention his name. Oh. Can't you guess why? Sure he weren't being sick? You hardly ate me supper. Barbara, were you stationed poisoning? Yes. Well, look at these instructions. See, they... nausea and vomiting made me emotional, all from some other cause, and without evidence, shouldn't be taken too seriously, unless it recurs in a week or so. People don't feel so good tonight. No, I guess not. Ladies and gentlemen, stand by. She just doesn't care. Let up. Ladies and gentlemen, I'll go get them for you. Bobby and I were up the first thing this morning. Late into the week, Skipper. I found these up in the attic. I thought you might be able to use them. Oh, I thought we'd sold those out years ago. They're in chip-chase now, ladies. Thank you, Mr. Flood. It's good to have you aboard. Will you put them on, ma'am? Yes. Ma'am, isn't that y'all? He hasn't been on long. Why don't you write to your Santa Claus what's left of anything? Do anything. No. From the window. We're left here to die, little by little. Oh, Mrs. Moore. Oh, yes. Meanwhile, my bones are burning away inside of me, and pretty soon my hair will all start falling out. Sign up to be cast away on a desert island with that one. And that other one in there, Mrs. Harvey. Going down just like a ship in the sea. We can all take a lesson from you. I mean, the way you keep going on, always looking around for what's to be done next. I'll give you this, that never have such big holes been knocked in the world within these last few days. And there are those who say that there'll be no more tomorrows. Well, they're in for a big surprise, because tomorrow does come. Maybe it glimpses a little, maybe it crawls, but it does come. Question is, what do you want to be on board, or just get left behind? Are you going out? Yes, I think it's safe enough now. I'm told they need hand spares, down at the rest center. See you later, ladies. Nice with a hammer and nails. Several days, your daughter has been allowing you to stay in your cellar. He can't... I am not popular with some of my fellow countrymen. And these bombings have done nothing to reach me. Charlie, I understand you. Nor do I. I've found my life's work in the investigation of our universe. Of matter. What held it together drove it... I worked with a pencil, strapped the paper in my thoughts. Now how, I reasoned, could that bring harm, even the smallest of gods? And then I learned that my every thought was being turned to... To a comet bearing? To the creation of the most destructive weapons the world has ever known. What's done? I've been raised on certain principles. Among those, thou shalt not kill, not ever not under any circumstances. And then I learned every thought was structured. As soon as I found that out, I gave up my work and I turned to teach it. I see. But, Mother, if he truly, honestly believes and passes the room, sure, and so would I like to. But all it takes is one hoodlum running wild in the streets and what are we supposed to do? I've heard that argument before. But I've always hoped that there'd be enough men of goodwill on all sides that they could get together in decency and reason. Fine. But we three stood here just a moment ago with the best will in the world and then suddenly three men came in. But why did it have to happen? Why did I have to use this gun? Yes, why? But that's the way it did happen. And I'm only thankful that you took that gun in your hands and fired it. I'm so sorry, Miss. I still say I deplored. Isn't that a luxury? That kind of sentimentality? Where would we all be if we decided to think that way? We heard a shotgun going off. Let me now have a couple hoodlums trying to run away. Yes, from here, my husband's birdgun. You? Well, the fact is... Well, Annie Oakley, my hat's off to you. I don't want to do anything that would cause your mother embarrassment. It's done now, Dr. Lee. Oh, no. From now on, most people here will have to give you a new name. What? From now on, you're Mr. Wallace, an old friend of Dad. Do you think they had to know that there wasn't anything anymore on the other end of the line? No. If there's anything I can do, whether... Falling on their people, the same as theirs, fell on us. All that misery and death was where their leaders ever just started. What did they think they were going to get out of it? Didn't they know that it would all end up with everybody having a lot less of everything? You should have seen those crowds all night coming through the relief center. Nothing in their hands to carry. Not even a souvenir. Oh, nice. Won't you ever sleep, Mr. Fluss? Well, I was thinking of catching a couple of winks right now. Oh, how's your mother this morning? Oh, a little better. Enough to go out and take a little sun. And that gentleman out there, you know a lot about your mother. And that little son. And that gentleman out there with her. Mr. Wallace? Yes, he's done wonders. You might say he pulled her right back from the grave. Waving you his cane. Couldn't see anything anymore. I wasn't even sure I was alive. But after a while, I did begin to hear. Hear what? Voices all around. The bell was been sent. The children all, Mr. Fluss. You. Well, naturally we were concerned. Naturally. Don't talk as if it were nothing. Everything. So much has been bonged out of the world. Concerned enough I'm taking care of what's happening. I guess that's what Mrs. Moore is always after, Flussing. I am sorry for her. For almost everyone, aren't you? I'm not a weeping walrus, but I realize there is a great deal of sorrow in the world. Unfortunately, some of it I helped to make. You never were meant for pure science. Well, I know some man who can see everything is particles in one form or another. But there was always nothing wrong with my equation. Something quite unscientific. Those human factors, those particles that we call a heart. So wild and unmanaged. Made you do strange things? Were out in the street to warn your students they might be sick? Well, wouldn't anybody? No, not anyone. And it made you take a gun in your hand. Yes, and I fired. But no one was hit. But the next time I fired, I would have shot the kill. It wasn't a thing you would have done for yourself. Only for others. You think so? I know this much now. That we'll oftentimes do things for others that we'd never dream of doing for ourselves. And I've got that awful news four days ago. Mrs. Mitchell. I didn't want anything for myself except not to be any more. I can understand that. But after a while I heard voices. Your children, naturally. I'll always be thankful to you. I'm the one to be thankful for the shelter you've given me. It's you who gave us the shelter. Tell me, has anyone been feeding you these pastures? Mrs. Harvey pulled herself together. And Barbara has pitched in just magnificently. Well, back to the kitchen. Mrs. Moore. What about Mrs. Moore? I just saw her packing her things. Getting ready to leave us, I guess. Did she say anything? Nothing, not a word. Well, I'd best turn up to her. Moore, you're leaving us? Yes. Yes, I... I haven't been a very good guest. I realize that. So on that account, we've all had our attack of nerves. Yes. Now this morning, they blocked Warden order me down the street to that hospital for a blood count. What happened? Nobody would believe me. I tried to tell you all, but nobody would believe me. Mrs. Moore, you really are sick. Yes, I've been sick all along. Quite sick. Yes, Mr. Penn. You're ready to leave now. We'll take you over to White Plains Hospital. It's one of the best in the country. They'll have everything you need. Just don't let yourself get upset, Mrs. Moore. I don't think we have to worry about how Mrs. Moore's taking it. You know, it's such a strange feeling. Knowing for sure. I don't know. Somehow it makes it easier all of a sudden. Easier? Yes. Yes, the other way. Not really knowing. You just don't know how to be or what to be, but once it's decided for you, what way is there to be? I think of all the harsh words. Oh, no. Please. Thank you very much for putting me up. And putting up with me. Goodbye. What have I done to die? If Timothy would come up at once. Sure. When he study at Jenny. Why? Because blood is very interesting. Come on, lie down. Radiation. Just a week ago showed negative. We kept her in doors all the while with things. I don't know how it happened, but the best thing to do is notify the block warden at once. I'll go get her. Please. It should be enough to tell him about the poor one. He used to it. And that other man, he stabbed me this morning. What of the man? Mr. Wallace did something. Mr. Wallace? Mitchell, we'd better get it to the hospital. But what I'd very much like to have. Yes. Is the results of that other blood count this morning. Other. I gather from Jenny that there was one. We'll just see. First of all, Mrs. Mitchell, is equipped to be taking blood count. She'll not be roaming around on her own. What concerns me more is the score of that other count. Matched with a new one, it'll give me more of an exact idea of what's happening to Jenny. Guidance in her course of treatment. Well, I assure you. It's all right. Oh, Dr. Lee. Doc! Dr. Lee, are you Garson Lee? Here's the blood count. Thank you. That's all you'll need it. Garson Lee, say just a minute. You don't want it down at headquarters. Oh, wait a minute, everybody. You're barking up a wrong tree. You see, the reason we want you down at headquarters, Doc. I can get. This is to set up a research project at once. Research? Yes, on radiation exposure and how to deal with it. His brains are a national asset, you might say, especially right now. Research. I've already set up that project with myself as my own walking laboratory, my own guinea pig. You're sick, too? I've known it for several days. I've been taking my own blood count. Why on earth did you try to get treatment? I was afraid to show myself. Well, that was my mistake. I'll say, tell me. Well, now that I can get adequate treatment, who knows? Doc. What did you do with Michael? Michael, you mean your little rag horse? He's got a rag. We just took him to feed him some oats. Now, don't you worry. There she is. Yes. A long course of treatment. Complaining was she took in a lot of the particles you're selling from the farm. They're still in her bone marrow, and until they burn themselves out, they destroy the bone marrow and stop the production of blood cells causing anemia. Isn't there anything you can do, really, do? Well, radiation, sickness, can be treated like any other. I want to stay in bed here. Come back here. I hate buying new television sets in the children's board. Now, you come along. Yeah, you go and check TV. They're the same as any other boil, Mrs. Mitchell. They just come because the body's resistance gets low and it can't fight off the bugs. I think of Jenny. They're only important if they're not kept clean. Antibiotics help another thing. Jenny, she's never been away from us for one night. I know. Kids are the worst problem. They lose their bandages. They won't lie still. Could she possibly be treated at home? Could she? There'll be lots of injections right around the clock, Mrs. Mitchell. Well, I was a nurse's aide once and some more of her. And also, I worked at the Red Cross Mud Bank. Yes, but just you alone. And Barbara. Well, kids are inclined to be squeamish, especially when blood is in their hair. Kids? Not Barbara. Not the way she's grown up this past week. I guess that settled it. Just a minute, dearest. Oh, no. Could Jenny have ever gotten this? Well, uh, you know that little, uh, rag horse that she toasts around at Toy? Could that have been left out on a porch during the radioactive rain and gotten soaked? Of course. And she's been kissing and hugging it up since. I put a geiger counter on Michael. He's still hot. He's a one-man bomb. Trojan horse in our home. Isn't anything safe anymore? As of today, the various utilities will be restored to fuller use in various communities throughout this area. That is all. Well, you might say life is flaming higher once again. It's like for Mrs. Harvey. Isn't it wonderful about him? I can't have Michael back. Darling, why not the breakfast room and get ready for your first injection? I want Michael. Look here, young lady, for you with the compliments of the first mate. He made it all by himself. Why can't I have Michael back? Run along, dear. What did the hospital say? The instructions. Jenny's gonna need treats for months and months. Is it that serious? Well, I'll get that hot water going with the issue. Find something we can use for dressing, something we can tear up. Mrs. Mitchell? Yes. I suppose Barbara's told you my news. News? My husband. He located us through the welfare organization. Well, how wonderful. He was on the road when the bomb fell. A hundred miles from New York. Oh, I'm so glad for you. So very glad. Oh, I shouldn't be acting so overjoyed considering what's happened to you. Don't apologize for your good luck. Enjoy it. Some general headquarters. It is reported that our planes are now able to fly over enemy territory almost at will. It is expected that we will soon land ground horses at a number of enemy beaches. I repeat, the enemy's will and ability to fight have now virtually been broken. That is all... Remember the white jackets I used to use for babysitting? I sure come in handy now. Thank you, Barbara. Just together in this hot ten days ago, one will never be back. And another. Mummy? Yes, Ginny. Are we winning? Are we? Are we winning, Mummy? Not yet, darling. But we're going to. I promise you that, Ginny dear. We are going to win. It occurs in Washington for their kindness in providing technical information and advice throughout the presentation of tonight's show, Atomic Attack.