Seven Days to Noon

Synopsis: An English scientist runs away from a research center with an atomic bomb. In a letter sent to the British Prime Minister he threatens to blow up the center of London if the Government don't announce the end of any research in this field within a week. Special agents from Scotland Yard try to stop him, with help from the scientist's assistant future son-in-law to find and stop the mad man.
Genre: Drama, Thriller
Production: Boulting Brothers
  Won 1 Oscar. Another 2 nominations.
94 min

Morning, Davis.

Good morning, sir.

This has just come across from

the Prime Minister, 10 Downing St.


Davis, bring me the personnel

file for the Government

Research Laboratory at

Wallingford, will you?

What's the name

of the fellow in charge of it?

Er... Dolby, sir.

"Professor Dolby, born 1894..."

All right!

Hello? Get me Prof Dolby of

the Govt Research Lab at Wallingford.


What do you make of that, Davis?

Another one for the loony bin.

Still, its a new line.

No abuse, no obscenity,

just a polite note from

one gentleman to another.

Posted last night, on Sunday.

Hello? Oh, yes.

Hello. Prof Dolby?

This is Superintendent Folland,

Special Branch, Scotland Yard.

I believe a Prof Willingdon's on your

staff. Is he with you this morning?

Yes, I'll hold on.

What have you got on Willingdon?

"Born 1893, second son of George

Arthur Willingdon, Bishop of Hampton."

"Educated Rugby and Cambridge."

"Natural science tripos, 1921 prizeman.

Oliver Chair of Physics,

Birmingham, 1927-32."

"Assistant Director of Research,

Cavendish Labs, Cambridge, to 1940."

"In British team for

New Mexico, 1943. Made

senior research worker

at Wallingford, 1945."

Hello, yes. He's not with you?

Have you any idea where he is?

I must speak to your chief security

officer. Can you get me put through?

What do MI5 say about him?

Nothing... clean sheet.


Hello, Farrer. Folland

here. I've got to speak

freely, so I'm coming

off this line. Stand by.


Farrer, can you hear me?

We've got a letter Prof Willingdon

is supposed to have written to the PM

It may be a hoax but I shall have to

ask you to make a magazine check.

When was the last count?

I see. Yes, yes, as quick as you can.

It's the simplest way out of that one

Reminds me of the fellow

that kept writing to the Archbishop.

What was that?

He called himself Solomon Eagle and

went about in a goatskin and sandals.

He painted himself blue

and tried to set fire to St Paul's!

Oh, yes. This chap's done it well.

Did you notice the address?

He's used a real embossing stamp.

Has he?

Folland here.

Yes Farrer...


Last night? Hold on.

Lay on two cars and four men.

Farrer, I am coming down.

Until I arrive nobody must enter the

place or leave. See you in an hour.

Your pass, please, sir.

Right, thank you, sir.

Is this photo like him?

- Is this photo like him?

- Yes, quite.

Has he the run of the place?

Of course! Why shouldnt he?

Hes our senior research worker!

He was here until lunch yesterday.

If he came back,

would your police know?

Everybodys checked in and out.

Ask the local security, Rogers.

- The letter was posted at Paddington.

- Has he a car?


Rogers, check at the railway station.


Here's Willingdon's assistant,

Stephen Lane.

Good. My name's Folland.

Scotland Yard, Special Branch.


When did you last see the professor?

Lunchtime yesterday. Since then

he's been working at home.

No, he isnt at home. Weve lost him.

Lost him?

He didnt go home last night.

Been with Prof Willingdon long?

Five years.

Ever go to his home?

Yes, fairly often.

Friend of the family?

Yes. Why?

Just answer the questions. When you

last saw him, did he seem normal?

Of course.

He wasn't overworked?

Well... not more than any of us.

I see.

We shall have to visit his family.

Can Lane come with us?


Come on, Lane. Come on.

Is this something pretty dodgy?

Dodgy? Could be.


Hello, darling. Ann, this is

Supt Folland from Scotland Yard.

Good morning.

How do you do? Do come in.

Carter! Thompson!

Sit down, Mr Folland.

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