Seven Days to Noon Page #3

- Oh, yes, of course.

Hope youll be comfortable.

I don't think I will have breakfast.

I shall be going out very early.

In that case the room is 22... and 6d

in advance. It is customary, Mr...?

Richards.

I thought you said...

Richards.

Thank you.

Come on, Bunty.

Ah, there's Amber. Naughty!

She's forever in the beds. I'll

put in another bottle for tonight.

Thank you.

Now, you'll be all right?

Thank you, yes.

Come along, Amber. Bunty!

I don't get it. You dont have to.

What's the idea?

The Prime Minister's asked every

London daily to carry it tomorrow.

the horse came forth, the red

horse, and to him that sat thereon,

...to him that sat thereon, it was given

to take the peace from the earth."

"And there was given unto him

a great sword."

thus with a mighty

fall shall Babylon the

great city, Babylon the

great city be cast down"

Yes, Mrs Peckett?

I... You're still awake?

Yes.

You can't sleep?

Please dont concern yourself. My

brains clearest in the small hours.

Good night.

Good night.

Hello? Get me the Victoria Road

police station, quick!

Yeah? Oh... she's here.

Yes, show Miss Willingdon in.

Shes no fool. She knows theres

something up... something pretty big.

What will we tell her?

I'm not sure yet.

Come in.

Miss Willingdon, sir.

Ah, hello.

I know I shouldn't be

here, but I read the

papers and you're

holding something back.

I think I ought to know.

After all, he is my father.

Now, look, come and sit down.

We're anxious to avoid

causing you unnecessary distress.

We've discovered that, for months,

your father's been under strain.

But he showed no sign of it.

Nevertheless, it was so,

and it was too much for him.

Are you saying his mind is affected?

I'm afraid so.

But what does it mean? Ministerial

discussions on a high level...

Ann, isn't that enough?

Oh, please, Mr Folland, tell me!

All right, Miss Willingdon.

I think the best way

to tell you is by showing

you your father's letter.

It's addressed to the Prime Minister.

Oh, Daddy.

Taxi!

Clifts Hotel, Bayswater, please.

Steve, I cant believe it. Daddys

so gentle... he wouldnt hurt a fly.

I blame myself. I should have

realised he was overdoing it.

If I could talk to him, he'd listen.

Ah, darling!

Ann, look!

Steve, it's Daddy!

Stop, driver. Stop!

Daddy!

Daddy! Daddy!

Steve, it was him. It was Daddy!

Come on! Quick!

Goodbye.

- Oh!

- Sorry.

Thank you! The world

come to an end or something?!

I'll repeat that. To all divisions:

Prof J - for John - Willingdon...

...direction of Charing Cross. The

time was approximately 11.40 hours.

Description as previously

issued, except that Willingdon

no longer has a moustache.

He may be carrying...

- I say, Sarge.

- Uh-huh?

This statement of Mrs Peckett.

What about it?

The lodger has been acting queer.

See this description: "5

foot 8, grey felt hat, grey

suit, raincoat, medium

build, brown eyes, sixty".

It doesn't sound like the landlady

killer but it could be that professor

Worth checking up. Good.

Just thought I'd mention it.

Just thought I'd mention it.

What do you want... a medal?!

No, Sarge.

I'll send round a car.

Remember the last time we did this?

1940, bringing the boys from Dunkirk.

Yeah. What's up now, then?

Blowed if I know.

Come on, we're off in half an hour.

They leave flippin' buses here, then

expect the flippin' wheels to turn!

We should have joined the Navy!

Too flippin" true!

I just had it on the ticker. "From

1200 hours on the twentieth instant,

...no Continental arrivals will be

accepted. They will be rerouted."

"All runways will be at the disposal

of RAF Transport Command."

What's going on?

Trixie!

It's all right.

She's so friendly.

She's so friendly.

I'm fond of dogs.

I can see that!

Now your mother has to pick you up.

Oh, you silly Billy!

After you, dear.

No, no, please.

Thanks ever so much.

But there's a mark on the bottom.

If I gave you more than five bob,

that's what I'd get on mine!

All right. Bless you, I'll take it.

Five bob, Bert.

You in a hurry?

No, you were first

Thanks.

There you are, my dear.

Hello, Miss Goldie.

If you don't mind.

I won't keep you.

Come down, Trixie.

Been a nice warm day again today.

Yes. It's been a wonderful summer.

The nights can get chilly.

Yes.

Soon be wearing our coats again.

Funnily enough, that's what I came

in to buy. I left my coat somewhere.

Forgot your coat?

Oh, you're quite the old professor!

What?

Don't you know the old joke?

Absent-minded!

Yes, I suppose so.

Is this the one?

Ah, thats the ticket.

Thank you.

Oh, do you mind?

Just slip it across my shoulders.

Certainly.

Things looking up, in the theatre?

Yes. the Quaker Girl" is on again.

I'm going to see about my old part.

Good.

How do I look?

Fine.

Good. Well, thanks for holding her.

She's taken a fancy to you. Trixie!

Oh, you saucy girl! Shake a paw.

Well, so long. Thanks ever so much.

Come on, Trix, darling.

She was in the original show.

Wears well. What can I do for you?

Have you an overcoat to fit me?

I think we can manage that.

Get a rough idea of the size.

Here's Western Traffic Area.

Let's have one of each for

teleprinters, three for circulation.

Yes, sir.

This has just come in.

This take you back?

Just the job, sir.

Good show.

"Hello, operations.

Five Corps HQ calling."

"First and second divisions

left lying-up areas at 2000 hours."

Any news?

All this because of Daddy!

I'd better take you home to rest.

I'd better take you home to rest. Rest?

Well, we're not doing much good here

No. I'm beginning to understand

the strain Daddy's been under.

Come on, Ann.

They can't see you.

I was in the business before

you were dry behind your ears!

I wouldn't be seen dead in

one of their rotten shows -

Hello.

- ...not if I was starving!

- You wouldn't?

No, I wouldnt!

Trixie! Trixie! Trix?

Oh, there you are!

How do you do?

Well, if it isnt you again!

Have you been following me about?

My dear young lady, I assure you...

Its only my little joke.

If you're quick, you can buy

me a drink before they close.

Come on. I can do with one!

I've just told them what they can

do with their quivering Quaker girl!

There won't be no declaration of war

Someone presses a button and

its goodbye. Hello, Goldie!

Evening, all. Now, what

shall I have? I know

a nice glass of port.

A port and a brandy and soda, please

Glad you looked in. Alf's

being a proper misery!

You don't have to believe me. Fred!

Tell 'em what you saw on

your way in this afternoon.

What, them ambulance trains in

the sidings at Clapham Junction?

See? And Army lorries belting

about, Cabinet meetings

round the clock. Now say

the balloons not going up

There's nothing we can do about it.

I'll tell you what we can do.

We can press the button first.

Load fifty ruddy great

bombers with atom bombs.

We've been turning 'em out

like pineapples for years.

Load the planes and blast their

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