The Guns of Brixton

   
House in Brixton Terrace; home of Bert Tanner, father of Alan Tate's girlfriend. Tate and Bert are in the front room.

Tanner: You made the papers then, lad.

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

exit Tate

Door: CRASH!

Voices: "BRITISH ARMY! DROP YOUR WEAPON!"

BOOTS IN HALLWAY......