Winston and Julia awake at eight-thirty p.m. The two discuss how the future depends on the proles and their progeny.
They realize that the two of them are kind of screwed. Or rather, "We are the dead."
From behind the picture of St. Clement's Church, Mr. Charrington's voice repeats, "You are the dead." Turns out, that picture of St. Clements's Church? Actually a dummy front for a telescreen. The house is surrounded by boots. No, wait, make that stomping boots.
The troops storm in through the window and proceed to kick and beat Winston and Julia. The troops drag Julia away. Mr. Charrington finally enters the room; Winston realizes that he is a member of the Thought Police. Oh, the lies!