Seven Days to Noon Page #7

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

cities to hell. What do you say?

No.

Eh?

You dont understand what you say.

Don't understand what?

What you suggest would mean

the destruction of mankind!

That's what they said before.

You'll never stop wars.

There'll always be wars.

I'm afraid I can't discuss

this with you any more.

No need to take it personally!

Here. Don't go upsetting yourself

over him. He doesn't mean any harm.

How can he be so sure, so certain?

Oh, it's just his silly way.

He ought to think about what he says

Never mind. Drink up. I'll buy you one.

No, thank you. I must be going.

Time, gentlemen, please.

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