[after the riot, Thomson confronts some of the rioters who have scarves round their necks to hide their identities; under pressure he signs to say that he agrees to their demands]
Thomson: There's not one of you who's capable of looking me in the eye, staring me in the face, standing up man-to-man.
[Toplis removes his scarf, showing his face]
Thomson: *You* again. I shan't forget you. Who are you? Tell me.
Percy Toplis: Whoever I want to be. And who are you - any more?
[soldier jeer and Thomson walks away, defeated]