House in Brixton Terrace; home of Bert Tanner, father of Alan Tate's girlfriend. Tate and Bert are in the front room.
Tate: Where's Julie?
Tanner: At her aunt's in Ramsgate. Think I'd let her stay here now? Besides, half the goon squad is probably watching her, cuts down the odds.
Tanner: Blood on yer hands. How many is it now?
Tate: Six, seven at the garage, maybe another at the farm.
Tanner: and you got..?
Tate: Most of them.
Tanner: Working class lads, Alan, all of 'em
Tate: It's a war.
Tanner: Then take it to them who started it.
Tate: I'd better go - borrow your coat and cap?
Tanner: Yeah. Look....smash your glasses, cut your hair.
Tate: What's that? Take a look outside the window.
Tanner: I dont recognise that van. 'Ere, someone's standing in the doorway. Better make it while you can.
Tate: (putting on coat) Back door?
Tanner: Unlocked. No.12 across the lane leaves the backdoor key under the mat....what you got?
Tate: Browning in my jeans, ammo in the Adidas with the Sterling.
Tanner: Take the Browning, dump the bag, only slow you down....and....give us the Sterling
Tate: You sure?
Tanner: Borrowed time since Madrid, Cassino...shut up and sod off sharpish
Voices: "BRITISH ARMY! DROP YOUR WEAPON!"
BOOTS IN HALLWAY......