Ridley Road (2021–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - Episode #1.1 - full transcript
Down in the valley where
the green grass grows
There lives a lady
She grows, she grows
She grows so sweet...
Sing with me!
That she calls for a ladder
at the end of the street...
You can be louder than that!
Sweetheart, sweetheart,
will you marry me?
Yes, Lord, yes, sir,
at half past three
Iced cakes, spiced cakes,
soft parfait
And we'll have a wedding
at half past three!
Paul, where are you? Daddy's coming!
Let's tidy you up, darling.
That's it. Good boy.
Wir kommen wieder.
Wir kommen wieder.
We come again.
Hm!
I'll get him ready.
May God bless you and keep you.
May God shine His light on you
and be gracious to you.
May God come toward you
and grant you peace.
Amen.
Baruch ata Adonai Eloheinu melech
ha'olam hamotzi lechem min ha'aretz.
Amen.
Come on, then, Jeremy,
help yourself.
It's wonderful as ever, Mrs Epstein.
Oh, schmoozer!
David! For Roza.
Oh! Thank you, Uncle.
I cried every night
on our honeymoon, didn't I, David?
She did, yes. Oh, did I weep?
An East End girl in Manchester -
might as well have been
a foreign land!
For four days and four nights,
I was inconsolable but,
by the fifth night, I was sold.
All good at the salon, Viv? I gave
the beans some crunch - not so soft.
Hm, yeah. Why do you English
always boil the vegetables to mush?
I don't know. I really don't know!
All good at the salon, Viv?
It's the boiler, Roza.
Boiler!
All good at the salon...?
Busy, nonstop.
Didn't sit down for two minutes.
Well, you won't have to worry
about all that soon enough.
When you're married, you won't have
to work all the time, I mean.
Jeremy said he doesn't mind me
working, didn't you?
Your sisters all stopped.
I am happy to do whatever
makes Vivien most happy.
Well, it doesn't look good
on Mr Klein
if his son has to send his wife
out to earn a wage -
sends a bad message, a bad message
about business, right, Daddy?
Vivvy will know what to do.
Exactly, yes.
Do you hear? What?
Upstairs, I can hear.
I'm telling you, it's the boiler.
You want Jeremy to go and check
for you? Jeremy to the rescue!
Why make him schlep?
It won't be anything.
Let him check, for God's sake!
You're all right, Roza,
you're all right.
Vivien, get her a sherry,
steady her nerves.
You're safe here, Roza.
Here you are, Roza.
Thank you. I'm fine. I'm fine. Coast
appears to be completely clear.
Always is.
Right, lovely. Chin down, Jeremy,
show us your pearly whites.
Dad spoke to his friend
at The Chronicle. Lovely big smile.
Oh, yes?
We can do a big engagement
announcement on the back pages -
biggest they've ever had.
What fantastic news.
I think we've got it.
Is it all right if I get one
on my own, for my business cards?
Just be careful of my right side -
I think I'm stronger on my left.
Would it kill you to
pretend to be happy?
Yes.
Are you getting it?
Have you got a good one?
Only me, Dad!
Mum wants the lunchboxes back.
She says you've been hoarding.
Oh.
It's you.
Vivien.
Hello.
I didn't know you were coming back.
I didn't...
Well, I hear a mazel tov's in order.
A nice boy, a good family -
your parents must be delighted.
We're all over the moon.
So, what have you been...
..doing, exactly? Just...
..business. Right.
You couldn't write or...
..some such?
I'm sorry.
You will always be my girl.
Yes. You said that last time.
You said quite a few things.
So...
..what have you come back for?
Corduroy from Guernsey -
top notch stuff.
Straight back polyester -
St Michael's best.
Vivien...
..you have to forget about me. Why?
I've been waiting. I've been ready.
I'm ready.
One second!
Daddy! I was just here to get your
lunchboxes. Mum asked me to come.
Couldn't find them.
Don't tell me - you were measuring
her up for a three-piece?
Jack was just helping me look.
You've got some nerve, son.
Sorry, sir. Jack,
you might as well just tell him.
What is there to lose?
Well, that is quite enough of that.
I'll just get back to work.
Go home to help your mother, Vivien.
Don't embarrass yourself.
So I sorted the paperwork. Right.
June's sale's still here.
It's daylight robbery,
the amount she charges.
The cake - it's just
sugar and flour!
Still, I ordered a three tier.
That'll be enough, won't it?
Maybe we need a four tier.
I'll get a four tier -
the top ones are ever so small.
He's come for you.
Come and get me, Jack.
Right, Jack.
Drive carefully
at this time of night.
Where's he gone?
What have you said to him?
Why are you doing this to me?
I am not doing anything to you.
Then why is he disappearing again?
Please, Vivien,
enough with the drama.
Jeremy asked you and you said yes.
Jeremy's father asked YOU
and YOU said yes! We keep our word.
We do the honourable thing in this
family, and that is who we are.
Yes, that's what we're known for
in our family - being honourable.
He's gone to deliver the Rothman
suits, and he ain't coming back.
Get some sleep.
You'll feel differently
in the morning, I promise.
Wake up, Vivien! There is a train.
If you hurry, you'll make it in
time. What's the matter, Roza?
He's gone to London - east London.
I found the invoice for the suits
in your dad's drawer.
"Ridley Road."
Don't draw attention -
try to fit in.
Call yourself Evans, not Epstein.
Don't let anyone know you're Jewish.
But I don't have money.
And I've never even been to London.
You have your scissors.
If you can learn one thing from me,
Vivien...
..learn the right time to leave.
We've got to go to Trafalgar!
No, Trafalgar!
Come on, guys! Come on, get going!
Hello, darling!
Fresh flowers?
Lovely apples!
Lovely apples!
Here you are, give me a bump packet!
Houndstooth!
I'll make you say yes!
They only gave it to him,
even though his men have been
frightening the tourists.
He cased the main attractions
and now Trafalgar Square.
Colin Jordan's booked it.
He managed to get a permit,
the pernicious little shit.
Sorry, Rabbi.
Right, the plan is... Sol?
There's a young lady at the door.
This better not be another one
of your shiksas! No, Dad! Honestly.
No, she's asking for Jack.
Let me go, Dad. Let me find out.
Hello. You selling something, love?
No. No, I'm looking for Jack Morris.
Lovely hair - very shiny.
Thank you. I did it myself.
Did you now?
Watch out, Raymond Teasy-Weasy!
I think Jack delivered some suits
here to this address
from Epstein Tailors in Manchester.
Perhaps you know him?
Now, I don't want to upset you,
love - you seem like a nice girl -
but, between you and me, Jack's
probably onto the next bit of skirt.
I see.
Um... Well...
Thank you so much for your time.
Very helpful. Ta-ra, love!
Who is she, Sol? That's my niece.
What do you want me to do?
Shall I call your sister?
No, I'll keep an eye on her.
Cheer up, love! Might never happen!
Rag and bone!
Look at this!
It's ?2 a week, meals included,
except on Sunday when I'm at church.
Very affordable.
This street ain't what it was,
Vivien...? Evans.
Vivien Evans - lovely.
And what secretarial college
are you attending?
Oh, no, I'm a hairdresser. I found
a salon in Soho in The Gazette.
I'm going to go in the morning.
Soho? Very exotic.
I never bother with salons myself -
always done my own. Can you tell?
No.
I'm calling the police!
Don't be ridiculous.
Well, I'm asking Roza again!
Can I...?
"I had to go, love Vivien."
Go where? Auntie, I know nothing.
I want you to know, when your family
wrote to me... Oh, no, please don't.
I don't want to speak of this.
I just said I needed time
to think about it...
..to get the spare room ready.
The wallpaper was only half done.
If I knew then what I know now...
..you think I wouldn't try
to help them straight away?
But I'm not a political person.
I didn't realise the danger
they were in.
I'm so sorry, Roza.
I live with it every day.
She doesn't know.
She said she doesn't know.
You can't punish me, Roza!
It's not fair!
Liza, for God's sake,
control yourself! She'll be fine!
Ah, here's a dance you should know
Oh, baby,
when the lights are down low
I say grab your baby then go
Do the Hucklebuck
Yeah
Do the Hucklebuck
Yeah
If you don't know how to do it,
man, you're out of luck
Push your baby out
and then you hunch your back
Start a little movement
in your sacroiliac...
This way, miss.
Wiggle like a stick,
wobble like a duck
That's what you do
when you do the Hucklebuck!
Oh!
I trial a lot of girls.
Not all of them
get their own chair -
I'm just being honest with you,
like. You need to muck in.
Keep the floors clean,
clean out the rollers,
make the tea
and keep the music playing.
Come on, I'll show you the backroom.
The kettle is behind the towels,
but most of the girls go out to
the trattoria. Oh, this is Stevie.
Stevie, this is the new girl.
Stevie's my boy.
Fold up the towels and bring them
out to the sinks when you're ready.
Thank you, Barbara.
Thank you so much.
Do you work here, then? No. I'm a
law student. I sometimes study here.
Oh! And I help Mum out a bit.
Right.
Are you nervous or something?
Um, it's just...
I've read about salons like this
in magazines. Can't be real!
Oh, it's real.
Sorry I'm late, Barbara!
They've cornered the whole
of bloomin' Piccadilly off,
haven't they? Bloomin' students
getting their knickers in a twist!
Oh, you're our trainee, then?
How do you do? I'm Chrissy.
Oh, do us a tea, Stevie, sweetheart.
I am parched!
Whole of Trafalgar
cornered off and all!
I mean, I had to get off the bus
and walk in these heels!
You're having a laugh?
The whole point of a local
action group is to let
the authorities know what we're
witnessing in our own communities.
Ethel here, she lived on
her street for 62 years.
People used to say hello,
didn't they, Ethel? Yeah.
Now they've stuck her
in a high-rise.
She doesn't know who's who,
can't talk to anyone. Shameful!
They've put my rent up, haven't
they? To drive me out, most likely.
My pension don't cover it. I've had
to rent out a room - at my age!
Disgraceful, Nettie, after
everything we've given this country.
We need to say enough is enough.
Bye-bye!
Thank you for a great day, Barbara.
You enjoyed yourself? Yes.
If it's boy trouble, let me
tell you now - he's no good for you.
Experts in human behaviour -
hairdressers.
We can be anybody to anyone,
you'll see.
Oh, let them take you out,
let them treat you nice,
but, whatever you do,
don't let them crawl up in there.
Like squatters, men. Once they're
in, there's no getting them out.
Well, you're right - I have lost
someone, someone very dear to me.
Ah.
But I don't know
whether he wants to be found,
so I don't know what to do.
Well, one way to go about it would
be to get yourself some new clobber.
Find the outfit and the men come
crawling out from under their rocks.
Besides, you could do
with a more groovy look,
now you've got yourself a new job.
Thank you so, so much!
Oh!
Oh, yeah!
Some people like
to drive real fast
They don't want to take it slow
Some people like
to take their time
There's so many ways
that you can go
I'm a little different, boy
Your feet won't
touch the ground...
Hurry up! Keep together,
keep together!
This way! Quick!
Down here! It's down here!
You're a disgrace!
We happen to live in a country that
prizes freedom of speech,
so you can shout
and scream all you want.
Get out of this country!
But the truth is the truth.
They don't want you to say it.
They don't want you to name it.
They don't want you to
call it what it is -
the purge of the white man...
Come on!
..the robbery of the white race...
..and they're happy to use
the white man for the world's wars,
to return home abused
and humiliated,
let our once great empire
descend into nothingness,
and for alien labour to undercut
his wages... Get out!
..leaving him impoverished
and shamed. Shame!
Cos they don't want you
to know this. But know it!
Yes! And know it now! No more Judah!
Perish Judah! Jack?
Enough is enough!
Jack!
Jews are the saboteurs of Europe,
destroying all that is true
and just and good. Fascist scum!
Ah!
Ah!
Argh!
Scum!
Vivien!
Vivien!
Come on, let me help you!
You OK?
You all right? Yeah? Right, push!
Push your way through!
Push your way through! Push!
Oi!
Keep walking.
Oi! Don't come any closer!
How's it feel to know
your time's up, mongrel?
Sod off, you fascist scum!
Same for your mongrel-loving girl.
We're getting Britain back - just
you watch. Tick, tock, tick, tock.
All right. Clear off. Go on!
Back you go. Vivien! Hey! I'm sorry.
Where are you going? I'm sorry!
Oi! Leave the girl alone!
You want to worry about them,
mate, not me!
I'm worrying about the bloke
I'm looking at.
On your way, half caste boy!
4960818?
Hello, Mum. Oh, Vivien!
Baruch Hashem!
Where are you, my darling,
my baby girl, my life, my life? Mum!
Tell me, sweetheart.
Let us come and get you.
I just need you to tell me
everything will be all right.
What?
Can you just tell me?
Of course it's not all right!
It's the opposite of all right, to
be frank with you. Jeremy's furious.
His mother's even worse.
She wouldn't look at me at shul.
We don't know what this means
for Daddy's business.
Mr Klein's been so good about the
rent. You're not in London, are you?
Please, God, don't go
anywhere near London! I have to go.
Wait, Vivien, wait!
Don't accept drinks from men.
You'll wake up bleeding.
Vivien? Vivien!
As I lie awake
Resting from the day
I can hear the clock
Passing time away
Oh, I couldn't sleep
for on my mind
Was the image of the girl
I hope to find
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh
I look straight up...
It frames my face, doesn't it?
Makes my eyes pop.
Doesn't it make my eyes pop, Barb?
Yeah, it really suits you.
I love it. I love it, Barb. I used
nearly a whole can of lacquer.
You could throw rocks at it -
it wouldn't budge.
You all right, Vivien?
So, um, who were you marching with -
communists, anti-war, anti-fascists?
I'm not an organisation.
I mean, I'm not part
of an organisation.
I, um... I was just there with
a friend. They got a bit lost.
Were they hurt?
No, not really.
Well, it must have been
a terrible shock,
seeing swastikas in Trafalgar Square
in the middle of the day.
And, you know,
they're free to do it,
to hold those talks under
freedom of speech.
The only arrests that ever get made
are those of the anti-fascists.
That's why we're campaigning
to change the law.
And I got you a leaflet -
Students Against Fascism. Join us.
Stevie...
..I'm not into this. I'm just not a
political person. Yes! Yes, you are.
Of course you are.
What else is there to be?
I cut hair, Stevie.
That's all I can do.
I'm sorry.
All right, sweetheart, just keep
walking. Nothing to worry about.
Think of this as a surprise
family reunion. Wait!
Don't say you don't remember
your own Uncle Sol?
Get in the cab, go on. Ow!
Mum will kill you for this!
She'll go mad!
Last time I saw you, you were
licking the wheels of a pram!
It's nice to see you've
become a bit more refined.
You have to let me out!
It's all right, girl!
We're taking you to Peter.
That's why you schlepped all the way
to London, innit? Who's Peter?
Well, go on, then.
Come on, girl! Here you are.
Wait! Wait!
Jack?
Jack!
Jack!
Jack!
Vivien! I tried to warn you.
I told you to stay away.
I couldn't have been any clearer.
You told me nothing.
Oh, come on, you're a bright girl -
you can work it out.
I'm not good for you.
What are you doing? What am I doing?
I do bad things to bad people.
I lie, I steal, I cheat.
I'm not to be trusted.
And you just followed me to the
depths of hell - not a good idea.
Right.
Well...
I didn't follow you, actually.
I've been wanting to get out
of Manchester for some time,
as it happens. It's you who's
brought me here to this...
What even is this -
some sort of train graveyard,
so you can tell me
what a naughty boy you are?
Do me a favour!
Ow! Viv! Viv! Come on, then! Viv!
If you're such a menace to society!
All right. Don't laugh at me!
I saw you at that march!
I'm not laughing at you!
I saw that march!
I saw what you were...
Get your hands off me! Listen to me!
Listen to me!
15 arson attacks on synagogues -
we're talking Molotov cocktails,
explosives, the whole shebang.
What happened? I don't know, do I?
Seven teenagers attacked by
Clapton Pond - cricket bats, knives,
iron rods, would have been dead,
should have been dead.
So what happened? All stopped,
all saved. How? How?!
Oh, God!
Your uncle got a tip-off
from inside, from me.
You...
They think you're one of them.
Oh, Jack!
I never meant to hurt you.
Honestly, I didn't,
but I'm in so deep, my darling,
it'd give you nightmares.
So...
..Peter Fox.
That's who you are now.
That's who I am.
You don't want a wife?
Children?
A normal life?
This is bigger than you and me.
And those stories you told me
from when you were younger
about your friends getting beaten -
what was that? Was that...?
That's the reason I'm here.
I can pass, can't I?
When you can pass, they let you in.
It's how their minds work, not just
Colin Jordan and his NSM Nazis...
..regular people - teachers,
blokes down the pub.
You see the disgust, the rage,
the way they sigh
and wish something could be done.
The endless Jewish question...
..with only one answer.
Can I tell you you're
the love of my life?
No. Can I tell you I'll never love
anyone the way I love you, ever?
No.
You'll need a trim
if you want to look
a bit more Third Reich.
All right, tickets, please!
Tickets, please!
First class?
Who's the gangstermacher?
Come on.
Here you are, girl.
Take a swig of that.
Go on. It won't hurt you.
I don't know what your mother's
told you about me.
You went to prison,
took all the family money...
..you're a nasty piece of work.
Not far off.
You see that building there?
You know what that is? No.
That's a yeshiva...
..a school for Jewish boys.
But there's no signs, no Hebrew,
no Star of David, nothing, cos,
if there were, they wouldn't be able
to deal with the death threats.
But you see, Vivien,
the NSM are a nasty bunch
and they're coming tonight
to assess it for an attack.
And now how do we know that?
My Jack.
Sorry, Peter Fox.
You ever talked to your cousin Roza
about what happened to her?
No, she can't talk about it.
It's hard to imagine, innit,
when you trust your country?
It's hard to imagine it
going really...badly wrong.
How bad can it get?
That's what Dad used to say -
how bad can it really get?
Even when the German officials
came to their town,
they took rooms with the Jewish
families, friendly as anything.
One of them even bought a Jewish
landlady a box of chocolates.
"See, it's not so bad,"
our dad said.
"Where is this cruelty you speak of?
"They're not going to take us away
from our homes. This is our country.
"What a ridiculous,
paranoid notion."
And when the German vans
parked outside their house,
they stayed there for two weeks.
They waved at them, they said hello,
they learnt their names.
And in 20 minutes, they were rounded
up in the dead of the night.
You see, Vivien,
everything seems absolutely fine...
..until the moment that it ain't,
and then it's just too late.
He's got important work to do.
You forget about him, Vivien,
move on.
You stay out of the way, darling.
Now, your old man will meet you
at Manchester station tomorrow -
the 9.15 from Euston.
And do me a favour...
..you give your mother my regards.
When the Leader asks us
to be prepared, this is what
he means - training hard,
being on time and keeping in shape.
Line up!
Listen up and I'll tell you
who's coming tonight.
The Leader's got
an address of a Jewish school,
but it ain't no scrum -
it's just homework, observation.
Jones, Parks...
..Fox.
You're in.
Did you just roll your eyes at me?
No. Where you been?
Family stuff. Yeah? Well,
the Leader was asking. I'm sorry.
All sorted now.
All right, let's get moving!
Ignore it, Peter. He don't mean it.
I like to look them
in the whites of their eyes, Vivien.
Think they can stalk the streets
intimidating women,
children, elderly?
Then they meet us, don't they?
When you meet muscle with muscle,
they tend to think twice.
Follow my lead and do as I say.
Sparks, keep your head down, mate.
That's where the Jew scum are -
in that building there. Ready?
Perish Judah! Perish Judah!
OK, light it up. Light what up?
We're doing it tonight.
I don't believe it.
Of course the rats are out. Look
at this lot, look. All right, lads?
Vermin, all of you!
How's it going?
You sneaky Yids.
Come on! Come on, you cowards!
Sparks, get it out!
Light it! Light it!
Quickly!
It's not working!
Give us it here! Come on! Ronnie!
The Mol! It's a Molotov - stop him!
Peter! Peter!
Argh!
Ah!
Last day before they go off,
so eat up.
Stinks the place out,
but the oil's good for your skin.
I haven't packed yet. I haven't...
Just get in, sweetheart.
Vivien, you met Rabbi Lehrer?
My father has your books. Oh.
Hm.
Has something happened?
Last night was a dark night.
A yeshiva boy, a very promising
young student, died, Vivien -
his mother's only son.
I'm sorry to have to tell you this.
And I've more bad news.
We haven't heard from Jack,
but we know he was injured
and that the ambulance went to
the Royal East London Infirmary.
But for any one of us to go
and ask for him is...
Well, it isn't very wise.
Do you have a Peter Fox? No.
Um, Jack Morris?
No.
Thank you.
Walk confidently,
like you're meant to be there.
Any young males - white,
16-24 - could be NSM.
Any sense of being followed,
leave immediately.
If he's there,
he'll get word to you.
If he's not, find out
when he was and discharged and,
if you can, get an address.
That's it. That's it, Mr Harrison.
Lean forward. Right.
Excuse me, can I help you?
This is Manchester Piccadilly
our final destination.
All passengers for London Euston...
The train standing at platform 3
is the 4.20 to London Euston.
All change! All change!
Come on.
All right, I'll speak
to you later. Bye.
Dammit!
Who did you ask? Eh?
What name did you give?
Sol, Vivien did very well.
She stuck to the script. She asked
for a Peter Fox - not registered.
She asked for a Jack Morris - not
registered. Bernie's up in Glasgow.
Well, when's he back? He's not.
There's a race war on those
estates - he's got his hands full.
Shall we get Pollock on it?
No, he can't.
They're sniffing around him
and he's got to lie low.
So what are you going to do now?
I'm sorry?
I said what are you going to do now?
You were the one who sent him
in there with those animals,
and now he's lost
and God knows where!
They could be onto him, torturing
him. All right, sweetheart.
Look, you've had a shock.
Have a drink, yeah? He's on his own!
And you have no idea, do you?
You have no idea how to get to him.
You lot don't have a clue.
What, we don't have a clue, yeah?
Let me tell you something, bubbale.
See the Rabbi here? No. No, no,
no... Rabbi, please, let me speak.
The Rabbi here, he was
at the liberation of the camps!
He saw the horrors first-hand,
but don't mind him cos he don't know
his arse from his elbow! And me?
I fought off the black shirts on
Cable Street, united 20,000 people!
Victorious, we were! We went down
in history, but I don't have a clue!
Sol!
What if he had a girl who
was looking for him...
..a girl he was courting from
up north, who got worried
when she didn't hear back from him?
She could just turn up unexpectedly,
ask a few innocent questions?
No-one knows me.
No-one knows who I am.
That's impossible. Well, I went
to the hospital, didn't I?
You got the Rabbi to come
and get me.
You can't think I'm
that much of an idiot.
Vivien, Colin Jordan
and his NSM thugs are dangerous.
They're a bunch of murderers.
This ain't a game.
All right. So where did you meet
him? How long have you known him?
What's your cover story?
I soon realised that Peter was
on the right path to install
good old...
..good old fascist values.
And I agree with that - all of that.
So if I could just have
a moment with him...
No, it will never work.
You can't go in unannounced and just
declare yourself - it's too fishy.
Ah. But it was a noble idea.
Kudos to you. Rabbi? Kudos to her.
No, I can get it. I know I can.
It's not just something
you can blag.
It takes months of training.
It needs to be simpler.
You need to flatter him more.
Praise him. Be a fan, a big fan.
That's all men want.
Simple creatures, all of them.
Mr Jordan, can I just thank you
for all the hard work
you are doing for the people
of this country?
We are so grateful for all your hard
work and dedication. Thank you.
Like that. More like that.
Thank him for what?
What specifically are you
thanking him for?
I'd like to thank you,
Mr Jordan, for all your hard work
in getting our country back
from alien invasion.
We need you.
The country needs you, a leader
like you, to take our country back.
Yeah!
Your mother will sit shiva
for me all over again. Yes!
I'm sorry, Lesley, I can't give you
a refund, I'm afraid.
We're skilled,
but we're not miracle workers.
Sorry, Lesley, but, honestly,
he'll still go weak at the knees!
Oh, glad you came in the end.
The girls were talking,
worried you was up the duff. No!
Listen, there's a doctor
on the top of Wardour Street.
He'll put you on the pill.
You have heard of the pill, right?
Yeah, I've read about it, but I've
never... Avroid's the one you want.
It's three bob a week - not bad.
You don't even need a wedding ring
or nothing.
I'll write it down for you.
So, you take it
and there's no risk? No!
No risk of a sprog - just the risk
of a bloomin' good time!
I think I like the sound of that.
Thank you.
Vivien?
Mm-hm? Mum was furious. She was.
None of her girls come in late,
let alone hours late.
Couldn't believe your luck, starting
here - that's what you told me.
I know. So what are you taking
the piss for? I'm not. I'm sorry.
Well, what have you been doing?
Nothing.
Look, I promise I won't be late
again. I've got to rush off.
Sorry.
Mrs Jones? Mrs Jones?
Mrs Jones?
Thank you very much
for joining us.
Today, my wife went
to our local corner shop,
like her mother before her
and her mother before her.
She bought a pound of mince...
..a couple of spuds...
..a pint of milk...
..and a candle.
The food was for our tea,
the candle was for our loss,
because that's the last time
she'll go to that shop.
You see,
after nearly 100 years of trading,
it's being forced to close down.
Last year, one of the biggest shops
in Europe opened a few streets
from our home, shutting down shops,
markets, destroying lives.
The owner's name - Jack Cohen.
This shop is Tesco.
He's one of the four Jewish families
in charge of the world.
They run the banks,
the newspapers, the television,
and soon the supermarkets that
will change our high street
and ruin our communities.
We've been in the dark
for too long...
..but if we stand together...
..we CAN finally take
our country back.
I just spoke to her. Oh, David!
Really? Yeah. She's absolutely fine.
Where is she? She's in London.
London? Oh, no! With, er, a friend.
Which friend? This better not have
anything to do with my brother!
Of course it doesn't. She's fine -
that's all that matters.
Don't get yourself
worked up about it.
She'll be home soon.
They own the whole building,
which means serious funding.
They're gaining power up
and down the country.
Here we are.
It's that one there.
Now, you keep to the script,
just as we practised.
You go in there, you ask where
Peter is, and then you leave.
And any doubts,
you get out - I'll be here.
That's it. 20 minutes max,
all right?
Gam ki elech b'gay tzalmavet,
lo ira ra.
You what?
Though I walk through the valley of
the shadow of death, I fear no evil.
Go on.
All right.
Hello. My name's Jane Carpenter.
I've come to see Mr Jordan.
I'm Peter Fox's friend.
All for the folk,
and the folk for all.
Perish Judah.
Take a seat.
There's a girl outside.
Peter.
In you go.
Miss Carpenter.
Mr Jordan.
Please.
It's such a pleasure
to meet you at last.
the green grass grows
There lives a lady
She grows, she grows
She grows so sweet...
Sing with me!
That she calls for a ladder
at the end of the street...
You can be louder than that!
Sweetheart, sweetheart,
will you marry me?
Yes, Lord, yes, sir,
at half past three
Iced cakes, spiced cakes,
soft parfait
And we'll have a wedding
at half past three!
Paul, where are you? Daddy's coming!
Let's tidy you up, darling.
That's it. Good boy.
Wir kommen wieder.
Wir kommen wieder.
We come again.
Hm!
I'll get him ready.
May God bless you and keep you.
May God shine His light on you
and be gracious to you.
May God come toward you
and grant you peace.
Amen.
Baruch ata Adonai Eloheinu melech
ha'olam hamotzi lechem min ha'aretz.
Amen.
Come on, then, Jeremy,
help yourself.
It's wonderful as ever, Mrs Epstein.
Oh, schmoozer!
David! For Roza.
Oh! Thank you, Uncle.
I cried every night
on our honeymoon, didn't I, David?
She did, yes. Oh, did I weep?
An East End girl in Manchester -
might as well have been
a foreign land!
For four days and four nights,
I was inconsolable but,
by the fifth night, I was sold.
All good at the salon, Viv? I gave
the beans some crunch - not so soft.
Hm, yeah. Why do you English
always boil the vegetables to mush?
I don't know. I really don't know!
All good at the salon, Viv?
It's the boiler, Roza.
Boiler!
All good at the salon...?
Busy, nonstop.
Didn't sit down for two minutes.
Well, you won't have to worry
about all that soon enough.
When you're married, you won't have
to work all the time, I mean.
Jeremy said he doesn't mind me
working, didn't you?
Your sisters all stopped.
I am happy to do whatever
makes Vivien most happy.
Well, it doesn't look good
on Mr Klein
if his son has to send his wife
out to earn a wage -
sends a bad message, a bad message
about business, right, Daddy?
Vivvy will know what to do.
Exactly, yes.
Do you hear? What?
Upstairs, I can hear.
I'm telling you, it's the boiler.
You want Jeremy to go and check
for you? Jeremy to the rescue!
Why make him schlep?
It won't be anything.
Let him check, for God's sake!
You're all right, Roza,
you're all right.
Vivien, get her a sherry,
steady her nerves.
You're safe here, Roza.
Here you are, Roza.
Thank you. I'm fine. I'm fine. Coast
appears to be completely clear.
Always is.
Right, lovely. Chin down, Jeremy,
show us your pearly whites.
Dad spoke to his friend
at The Chronicle. Lovely big smile.
Oh, yes?
We can do a big engagement
announcement on the back pages -
biggest they've ever had.
What fantastic news.
I think we've got it.
Is it all right if I get one
on my own, for my business cards?
Just be careful of my right side -
I think I'm stronger on my left.
Would it kill you to
pretend to be happy?
Yes.
Are you getting it?
Have you got a good one?
Only me, Dad!
Mum wants the lunchboxes back.
She says you've been hoarding.
Oh.
It's you.
Vivien.
Hello.
I didn't know you were coming back.
I didn't...
Well, I hear a mazel tov's in order.
A nice boy, a good family -
your parents must be delighted.
We're all over the moon.
So, what have you been...
..doing, exactly? Just...
..business. Right.
You couldn't write or...
..some such?
I'm sorry.
You will always be my girl.
Yes. You said that last time.
You said quite a few things.
So...
..what have you come back for?
Corduroy from Guernsey -
top notch stuff.
Straight back polyester -
St Michael's best.
Vivien...
..you have to forget about me. Why?
I've been waiting. I've been ready.
I'm ready.
One second!
Daddy! I was just here to get your
lunchboxes. Mum asked me to come.
Couldn't find them.
Don't tell me - you were measuring
her up for a three-piece?
Jack was just helping me look.
You've got some nerve, son.
Sorry, sir. Jack,
you might as well just tell him.
What is there to lose?
Well, that is quite enough of that.
I'll just get back to work.
Go home to help your mother, Vivien.
Don't embarrass yourself.
So I sorted the paperwork. Right.
June's sale's still here.
It's daylight robbery,
the amount she charges.
The cake - it's just
sugar and flour!
Still, I ordered a three tier.
That'll be enough, won't it?
Maybe we need a four tier.
I'll get a four tier -
the top ones are ever so small.
He's come for you.
Come and get me, Jack.
Right, Jack.
Drive carefully
at this time of night.
Where's he gone?
What have you said to him?
Why are you doing this to me?
I am not doing anything to you.
Then why is he disappearing again?
Please, Vivien,
enough with the drama.
Jeremy asked you and you said yes.
Jeremy's father asked YOU
and YOU said yes! We keep our word.
We do the honourable thing in this
family, and that is who we are.
Yes, that's what we're known for
in our family - being honourable.
He's gone to deliver the Rothman
suits, and he ain't coming back.
Get some sleep.
You'll feel differently
in the morning, I promise.
Wake up, Vivien! There is a train.
If you hurry, you'll make it in
time. What's the matter, Roza?
He's gone to London - east London.
I found the invoice for the suits
in your dad's drawer.
"Ridley Road."
Don't draw attention -
try to fit in.
Call yourself Evans, not Epstein.
Don't let anyone know you're Jewish.
But I don't have money.
And I've never even been to London.
You have your scissors.
If you can learn one thing from me,
Vivien...
..learn the right time to leave.
We've got to go to Trafalgar!
No, Trafalgar!
Come on, guys! Come on, get going!
Hello, darling!
Fresh flowers?
Lovely apples!
Lovely apples!
Here you are, give me a bump packet!
Houndstooth!
I'll make you say yes!
They only gave it to him,
even though his men have been
frightening the tourists.
He cased the main attractions
and now Trafalgar Square.
Colin Jordan's booked it.
He managed to get a permit,
the pernicious little shit.
Sorry, Rabbi.
Right, the plan is... Sol?
There's a young lady at the door.
This better not be another one
of your shiksas! No, Dad! Honestly.
No, she's asking for Jack.
Let me go, Dad. Let me find out.
Hello. You selling something, love?
No. No, I'm looking for Jack Morris.
Lovely hair - very shiny.
Thank you. I did it myself.
Did you now?
Watch out, Raymond Teasy-Weasy!
I think Jack delivered some suits
here to this address
from Epstein Tailors in Manchester.
Perhaps you know him?
Now, I don't want to upset you,
love - you seem like a nice girl -
but, between you and me, Jack's
probably onto the next bit of skirt.
I see.
Um... Well...
Thank you so much for your time.
Very helpful. Ta-ra, love!
Who is she, Sol? That's my niece.
What do you want me to do?
Shall I call your sister?
No, I'll keep an eye on her.
Cheer up, love! Might never happen!
Rag and bone!
Look at this!
It's ?2 a week, meals included,
except on Sunday when I'm at church.
Very affordable.
This street ain't what it was,
Vivien...? Evans.
Vivien Evans - lovely.
And what secretarial college
are you attending?
Oh, no, I'm a hairdresser. I found
a salon in Soho in The Gazette.
I'm going to go in the morning.
Soho? Very exotic.
I never bother with salons myself -
always done my own. Can you tell?
No.
I'm calling the police!
Don't be ridiculous.
Well, I'm asking Roza again!
Can I...?
"I had to go, love Vivien."
Go where? Auntie, I know nothing.
I want you to know, when your family
wrote to me... Oh, no, please don't.
I don't want to speak of this.
I just said I needed time
to think about it...
..to get the spare room ready.
The wallpaper was only half done.
If I knew then what I know now...
..you think I wouldn't try
to help them straight away?
But I'm not a political person.
I didn't realise the danger
they were in.
I'm so sorry, Roza.
I live with it every day.
She doesn't know.
She said she doesn't know.
You can't punish me, Roza!
It's not fair!
Liza, for God's sake,
control yourself! She'll be fine!
Ah, here's a dance you should know
Oh, baby,
when the lights are down low
I say grab your baby then go
Do the Hucklebuck
Yeah
Do the Hucklebuck
Yeah
If you don't know how to do it,
man, you're out of luck
Push your baby out
and then you hunch your back
Start a little movement
in your sacroiliac...
This way, miss.
Wiggle like a stick,
wobble like a duck
That's what you do
when you do the Hucklebuck!
Oh!
I trial a lot of girls.
Not all of them
get their own chair -
I'm just being honest with you,
like. You need to muck in.
Keep the floors clean,
clean out the rollers,
make the tea
and keep the music playing.
Come on, I'll show you the backroom.
The kettle is behind the towels,
but most of the girls go out to
the trattoria. Oh, this is Stevie.
Stevie, this is the new girl.
Stevie's my boy.
Fold up the towels and bring them
out to the sinks when you're ready.
Thank you, Barbara.
Thank you so much.
Do you work here, then? No. I'm a
law student. I sometimes study here.
Oh! And I help Mum out a bit.
Right.
Are you nervous or something?
Um, it's just...
I've read about salons like this
in magazines. Can't be real!
Oh, it's real.
Sorry I'm late, Barbara!
They've cornered the whole
of bloomin' Piccadilly off,
haven't they? Bloomin' students
getting their knickers in a twist!
Oh, you're our trainee, then?
How do you do? I'm Chrissy.
Oh, do us a tea, Stevie, sweetheart.
I am parched!
Whole of Trafalgar
cornered off and all!
I mean, I had to get off the bus
and walk in these heels!
You're having a laugh?
The whole point of a local
action group is to let
the authorities know what we're
witnessing in our own communities.
Ethel here, she lived on
her street for 62 years.
People used to say hello,
didn't they, Ethel? Yeah.
Now they've stuck her
in a high-rise.
She doesn't know who's who,
can't talk to anyone. Shameful!
They've put my rent up, haven't
they? To drive me out, most likely.
My pension don't cover it. I've had
to rent out a room - at my age!
Disgraceful, Nettie, after
everything we've given this country.
We need to say enough is enough.
Bye-bye!
Thank you for a great day, Barbara.
You enjoyed yourself? Yes.
If it's boy trouble, let me
tell you now - he's no good for you.
Experts in human behaviour -
hairdressers.
We can be anybody to anyone,
you'll see.
Oh, let them take you out,
let them treat you nice,
but, whatever you do,
don't let them crawl up in there.
Like squatters, men. Once they're
in, there's no getting them out.
Well, you're right - I have lost
someone, someone very dear to me.
Ah.
But I don't know
whether he wants to be found,
so I don't know what to do.
Well, one way to go about it would
be to get yourself some new clobber.
Find the outfit and the men come
crawling out from under their rocks.
Besides, you could do
with a more groovy look,
now you've got yourself a new job.
Thank you so, so much!
Oh!
Oh, yeah!
Some people like
to drive real fast
They don't want to take it slow
Some people like
to take their time
There's so many ways
that you can go
I'm a little different, boy
Your feet won't
touch the ground...
Hurry up! Keep together,
keep together!
This way! Quick!
Down here! It's down here!
You're a disgrace!
We happen to live in a country that
prizes freedom of speech,
so you can shout
and scream all you want.
Get out of this country!
But the truth is the truth.
They don't want you to say it.
They don't want you to name it.
They don't want you to
call it what it is -
the purge of the white man...
Come on!
..the robbery of the white race...
..and they're happy to use
the white man for the world's wars,
to return home abused
and humiliated,
let our once great empire
descend into nothingness,
and for alien labour to undercut
his wages... Get out!
..leaving him impoverished
and shamed. Shame!
Cos they don't want you
to know this. But know it!
Yes! And know it now! No more Judah!
Perish Judah! Jack?
Enough is enough!
Jack!
Jews are the saboteurs of Europe,
destroying all that is true
and just and good. Fascist scum!
Ah!
Ah!
Argh!
Scum!
Vivien!
Vivien!
Come on, let me help you!
You OK?
You all right? Yeah? Right, push!
Push your way through!
Push your way through! Push!
Oi!
Keep walking.
Oi! Don't come any closer!
How's it feel to know
your time's up, mongrel?
Sod off, you fascist scum!
Same for your mongrel-loving girl.
We're getting Britain back - just
you watch. Tick, tock, tick, tock.
All right. Clear off. Go on!
Back you go. Vivien! Hey! I'm sorry.
Where are you going? I'm sorry!
Oi! Leave the girl alone!
You want to worry about them,
mate, not me!
I'm worrying about the bloke
I'm looking at.
On your way, half caste boy!
4960818?
Hello, Mum. Oh, Vivien!
Baruch Hashem!
Where are you, my darling,
my baby girl, my life, my life? Mum!
Tell me, sweetheart.
Let us come and get you.
I just need you to tell me
everything will be all right.
What?
Can you just tell me?
Of course it's not all right!
It's the opposite of all right, to
be frank with you. Jeremy's furious.
His mother's even worse.
She wouldn't look at me at shul.
We don't know what this means
for Daddy's business.
Mr Klein's been so good about the
rent. You're not in London, are you?
Please, God, don't go
anywhere near London! I have to go.
Wait, Vivien, wait!
Don't accept drinks from men.
You'll wake up bleeding.
Vivien? Vivien!
As I lie awake
Resting from the day
I can hear the clock
Passing time away
Oh, I couldn't sleep
for on my mind
Was the image of the girl
I hope to find
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh
I look straight up...
It frames my face, doesn't it?
Makes my eyes pop.
Doesn't it make my eyes pop, Barb?
Yeah, it really suits you.
I love it. I love it, Barb. I used
nearly a whole can of lacquer.
You could throw rocks at it -
it wouldn't budge.
You all right, Vivien?
So, um, who were you marching with -
communists, anti-war, anti-fascists?
I'm not an organisation.
I mean, I'm not part
of an organisation.
I, um... I was just there with
a friend. They got a bit lost.
Were they hurt?
No, not really.
Well, it must have been
a terrible shock,
seeing swastikas in Trafalgar Square
in the middle of the day.
And, you know,
they're free to do it,
to hold those talks under
freedom of speech.
The only arrests that ever get made
are those of the anti-fascists.
That's why we're campaigning
to change the law.
And I got you a leaflet -
Students Against Fascism. Join us.
Stevie...
..I'm not into this. I'm just not a
political person. Yes! Yes, you are.
Of course you are.
What else is there to be?
I cut hair, Stevie.
That's all I can do.
I'm sorry.
All right, sweetheart, just keep
walking. Nothing to worry about.
Think of this as a surprise
family reunion. Wait!
Don't say you don't remember
your own Uncle Sol?
Get in the cab, go on. Ow!
Mum will kill you for this!
She'll go mad!
Last time I saw you, you were
licking the wheels of a pram!
It's nice to see you've
become a bit more refined.
You have to let me out!
It's all right, girl!
We're taking you to Peter.
That's why you schlepped all the way
to London, innit? Who's Peter?
Well, go on, then.
Come on, girl! Here you are.
Wait! Wait!
Jack?
Jack!
Jack!
Jack!
Vivien! I tried to warn you.
I told you to stay away.
I couldn't have been any clearer.
You told me nothing.
Oh, come on, you're a bright girl -
you can work it out.
I'm not good for you.
What are you doing? What am I doing?
I do bad things to bad people.
I lie, I steal, I cheat.
I'm not to be trusted.
And you just followed me to the
depths of hell - not a good idea.
Right.
Well...
I didn't follow you, actually.
I've been wanting to get out
of Manchester for some time,
as it happens. It's you who's
brought me here to this...
What even is this -
some sort of train graveyard,
so you can tell me
what a naughty boy you are?
Do me a favour!
Ow! Viv! Viv! Come on, then! Viv!
If you're such a menace to society!
All right. Don't laugh at me!
I saw you at that march!
I'm not laughing at you!
I saw that march!
I saw what you were...
Get your hands off me! Listen to me!
Listen to me!
15 arson attacks on synagogues -
we're talking Molotov cocktails,
explosives, the whole shebang.
What happened? I don't know, do I?
Seven teenagers attacked by
Clapton Pond - cricket bats, knives,
iron rods, would have been dead,
should have been dead.
So what happened? All stopped,
all saved. How? How?!
Oh, God!
Your uncle got a tip-off
from inside, from me.
You...
They think you're one of them.
Oh, Jack!
I never meant to hurt you.
Honestly, I didn't,
but I'm in so deep, my darling,
it'd give you nightmares.
So...
..Peter Fox.
That's who you are now.
That's who I am.
You don't want a wife?
Children?
A normal life?
This is bigger than you and me.
And those stories you told me
from when you were younger
about your friends getting beaten -
what was that? Was that...?
That's the reason I'm here.
I can pass, can't I?
When you can pass, they let you in.
It's how their minds work, not just
Colin Jordan and his NSM Nazis...
..regular people - teachers,
blokes down the pub.
You see the disgust, the rage,
the way they sigh
and wish something could be done.
The endless Jewish question...
..with only one answer.
Can I tell you you're
the love of my life?
No. Can I tell you I'll never love
anyone the way I love you, ever?
No.
You'll need a trim
if you want to look
a bit more Third Reich.
All right, tickets, please!
Tickets, please!
First class?
Who's the gangstermacher?
Come on.
Here you are, girl.
Take a swig of that.
Go on. It won't hurt you.
I don't know what your mother's
told you about me.
You went to prison,
took all the family money...
..you're a nasty piece of work.
Not far off.
You see that building there?
You know what that is? No.
That's a yeshiva...
..a school for Jewish boys.
But there's no signs, no Hebrew,
no Star of David, nothing, cos,
if there were, they wouldn't be able
to deal with the death threats.
But you see, Vivien,
the NSM are a nasty bunch
and they're coming tonight
to assess it for an attack.
And now how do we know that?
My Jack.
Sorry, Peter Fox.
You ever talked to your cousin Roza
about what happened to her?
No, she can't talk about it.
It's hard to imagine, innit,
when you trust your country?
It's hard to imagine it
going really...badly wrong.
How bad can it get?
That's what Dad used to say -
how bad can it really get?
Even when the German officials
came to their town,
they took rooms with the Jewish
families, friendly as anything.
One of them even bought a Jewish
landlady a box of chocolates.
"See, it's not so bad,"
our dad said.
"Where is this cruelty you speak of?
"They're not going to take us away
from our homes. This is our country.
"What a ridiculous,
paranoid notion."
And when the German vans
parked outside their house,
they stayed there for two weeks.
They waved at them, they said hello,
they learnt their names.
And in 20 minutes, they were rounded
up in the dead of the night.
You see, Vivien,
everything seems absolutely fine...
..until the moment that it ain't,
and then it's just too late.
He's got important work to do.
You forget about him, Vivien,
move on.
You stay out of the way, darling.
Now, your old man will meet you
at Manchester station tomorrow -
the 9.15 from Euston.
And do me a favour...
..you give your mother my regards.
When the Leader asks us
to be prepared, this is what
he means - training hard,
being on time and keeping in shape.
Line up!
Listen up and I'll tell you
who's coming tonight.
The Leader's got
an address of a Jewish school,
but it ain't no scrum -
it's just homework, observation.
Jones, Parks...
..Fox.
You're in.
Did you just roll your eyes at me?
No. Where you been?
Family stuff. Yeah? Well,
the Leader was asking. I'm sorry.
All sorted now.
All right, let's get moving!
Ignore it, Peter. He don't mean it.
I like to look them
in the whites of their eyes, Vivien.
Think they can stalk the streets
intimidating women,
children, elderly?
Then they meet us, don't they?
When you meet muscle with muscle,
they tend to think twice.
Follow my lead and do as I say.
Sparks, keep your head down, mate.
That's where the Jew scum are -
in that building there. Ready?
Perish Judah! Perish Judah!
OK, light it up. Light what up?
We're doing it tonight.
I don't believe it.
Of course the rats are out. Look
at this lot, look. All right, lads?
Vermin, all of you!
How's it going?
You sneaky Yids.
Come on! Come on, you cowards!
Sparks, get it out!
Light it! Light it!
Quickly!
It's not working!
Give us it here! Come on! Ronnie!
The Mol! It's a Molotov - stop him!
Peter! Peter!
Argh!
Ah!
Last day before they go off,
so eat up.
Stinks the place out,
but the oil's good for your skin.
I haven't packed yet. I haven't...
Just get in, sweetheart.
Vivien, you met Rabbi Lehrer?
My father has your books. Oh.
Hm.
Has something happened?
Last night was a dark night.
A yeshiva boy, a very promising
young student, died, Vivien -
his mother's only son.
I'm sorry to have to tell you this.
And I've more bad news.
We haven't heard from Jack,
but we know he was injured
and that the ambulance went to
the Royal East London Infirmary.
But for any one of us to go
and ask for him is...
Well, it isn't very wise.
Do you have a Peter Fox? No.
Um, Jack Morris?
No.
Thank you.
Walk confidently,
like you're meant to be there.
Any young males - white,
16-24 - could be NSM.
Any sense of being followed,
leave immediately.
If he's there,
he'll get word to you.
If he's not, find out
when he was and discharged and,
if you can, get an address.
That's it. That's it, Mr Harrison.
Lean forward. Right.
Excuse me, can I help you?
This is Manchester Piccadilly
our final destination.
All passengers for London Euston...
The train standing at platform 3
is the 4.20 to London Euston.
All change! All change!
Come on.
All right, I'll speak
to you later. Bye.
Dammit!
Who did you ask? Eh?
What name did you give?
Sol, Vivien did very well.
She stuck to the script. She asked
for a Peter Fox - not registered.
She asked for a Jack Morris - not
registered. Bernie's up in Glasgow.
Well, when's he back? He's not.
There's a race war on those
estates - he's got his hands full.
Shall we get Pollock on it?
No, he can't.
They're sniffing around him
and he's got to lie low.
So what are you going to do now?
I'm sorry?
I said what are you going to do now?
You were the one who sent him
in there with those animals,
and now he's lost
and God knows where!
They could be onto him, torturing
him. All right, sweetheart.
Look, you've had a shock.
Have a drink, yeah? He's on his own!
And you have no idea, do you?
You have no idea how to get to him.
You lot don't have a clue.
What, we don't have a clue, yeah?
Let me tell you something, bubbale.
See the Rabbi here? No. No, no,
no... Rabbi, please, let me speak.
The Rabbi here, he was
at the liberation of the camps!
He saw the horrors first-hand,
but don't mind him cos he don't know
his arse from his elbow! And me?
I fought off the black shirts on
Cable Street, united 20,000 people!
Victorious, we were! We went down
in history, but I don't have a clue!
Sol!
What if he had a girl who
was looking for him...
..a girl he was courting from
up north, who got worried
when she didn't hear back from him?
She could just turn up unexpectedly,
ask a few innocent questions?
No-one knows me.
No-one knows who I am.
That's impossible. Well, I went
to the hospital, didn't I?
You got the Rabbi to come
and get me.
You can't think I'm
that much of an idiot.
Vivien, Colin Jordan
and his NSM thugs are dangerous.
They're a bunch of murderers.
This ain't a game.
All right. So where did you meet
him? How long have you known him?
What's your cover story?
I soon realised that Peter was
on the right path to install
good old...
..good old fascist values.
And I agree with that - all of that.
So if I could just have
a moment with him...
No, it will never work.
You can't go in unannounced and just
declare yourself - it's too fishy.
Ah. But it was a noble idea.
Kudos to you. Rabbi? Kudos to her.
No, I can get it. I know I can.
It's not just something
you can blag.
It takes months of training.
It needs to be simpler.
You need to flatter him more.
Praise him. Be a fan, a big fan.
That's all men want.
Simple creatures, all of them.
Mr Jordan, can I just thank you
for all the hard work
you are doing for the people
of this country?
We are so grateful for all your hard
work and dedication. Thank you.
Like that. More like that.
Thank him for what?
What specifically are you
thanking him for?
I'd like to thank you,
Mr Jordan, for all your hard work
in getting our country back
from alien invasion.
We need you.
The country needs you, a leader
like you, to take our country back.
Yeah!
Your mother will sit shiva
for me all over again. Yes!
I'm sorry, Lesley, I can't give you
a refund, I'm afraid.
We're skilled,
but we're not miracle workers.
Sorry, Lesley, but, honestly,
he'll still go weak at the knees!
Oh, glad you came in the end.
The girls were talking,
worried you was up the duff. No!
Listen, there's a doctor
on the top of Wardour Street.
He'll put you on the pill.
You have heard of the pill, right?
Yeah, I've read about it, but I've
never... Avroid's the one you want.
It's three bob a week - not bad.
You don't even need a wedding ring
or nothing.
I'll write it down for you.
So, you take it
and there's no risk? No!
No risk of a sprog - just the risk
of a bloomin' good time!
I think I like the sound of that.
Thank you.
Vivien?
Mm-hm? Mum was furious. She was.
None of her girls come in late,
let alone hours late.
Couldn't believe your luck, starting
here - that's what you told me.
I know. So what are you taking
the piss for? I'm not. I'm sorry.
Well, what have you been doing?
Nothing.
Look, I promise I won't be late
again. I've got to rush off.
Sorry.
Mrs Jones? Mrs Jones?
Mrs Jones?
Thank you very much
for joining us.
Today, my wife went
to our local corner shop,
like her mother before her
and her mother before her.
She bought a pound of mince...
..a couple of spuds...
..a pint of milk...
..and a candle.
The food was for our tea,
the candle was for our loss,
because that's the last time
she'll go to that shop.
You see,
after nearly 100 years of trading,
it's being forced to close down.
Last year, one of the biggest shops
in Europe opened a few streets
from our home, shutting down shops,
markets, destroying lives.
The owner's name - Jack Cohen.
This shop is Tesco.
He's one of the four Jewish families
in charge of the world.
They run the banks,
the newspapers, the television,
and soon the supermarkets that
will change our high street
and ruin our communities.
We've been in the dark
for too long...
..but if we stand together...
..we CAN finally take
our country back.
I just spoke to her. Oh, David!
Really? Yeah. She's absolutely fine.
Where is she? She's in London.
London? Oh, no! With, er, a friend.
Which friend? This better not have
anything to do with my brother!
Of course it doesn't. She's fine -
that's all that matters.
Don't get yourself
worked up about it.
She'll be home soon.
They own the whole building,
which means serious funding.
They're gaining power up
and down the country.
Here we are.
It's that one there.
Now, you keep to the script,
just as we practised.
You go in there, you ask where
Peter is, and then you leave.
And any doubts,
you get out - I'll be here.
That's it. 20 minutes max,
all right?
Gam ki elech b'gay tzalmavet,
lo ira ra.
You what?
Though I walk through the valley of
the shadow of death, I fear no evil.
Go on.
All right.
Hello. My name's Jane Carpenter.
I've come to see Mr Jordan.
I'm Peter Fox's friend.
All for the folk,
and the folk for all.
Perish Judah.
Take a seat.
There's a girl outside.
Peter.
In you go.
Miss Carpenter.
Mr Jordan.
Please.
It's such a pleasure
to meet you at last.