♪ ELISE: You must have dropped it.

That's not mine.

♪ Your recordings have been acquired illegally.

You need proper physical evidence.

(shouting, chanting) Make your way to the side door.

You're a filthy...!

(grunting) We gotta go, mate.

We can't just leave him!

This building is about to go up in flames.

♪ Jane!

♪ COLIN: Very glad I found you.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (birds twittering outside) ♪ PAUL: ♪ Down in the valley where the green grass grows ♪ ♪ There lived a lady in green she goes ♪ (door opens) ♪ 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.

(laughing): ♪ Sweetheart, sweetheart, will you marry me ♪ ♪ Yes, Lord Chester, half-past three.

♪ COLIN: Paul, where are you?

Daddy's coming!

(birds twittering outside) ♪ Let's tidy you up, darling.

VIVIEN: That's it, good boy.

♪ Wir kommen wieder.

Wir kommen wieder.

We come again.

(Colin and Vivien chuckle) I'll get him ready.

♪ (door closes) ♪ (indistinct chatter) MAN: Don't fall for it!

They're fooling you!

Don't fall for it!

This isn't an arson attack!

This shouldn't be a crime scene!

This is just another staged attempt to slander the Jewish community.

Shame on the police!

(indistinct shouting) Fascist scum!

OFFICER: All right, Lionel, it's a bit early, innit?

I haven't even had my porridge yet.

Go on.

Stand back, lad.

You know the drill.

Get the Yids that Hitler missed!

Get the Yids that Hitler missed!

(indistinct shouting, laughter) ♪ Oh yeah, course you did.

Typical bleedin' Nazi.

♪ Oh, do me a favor.

You're having a laugh, ain't ya?

Solomon Malinovsky, I'm arresting you on suspicion of arson.

You do not have to say anything, but anything you do say may be given in evidence.

It's a set-up.

They ain't my canisters!

Cuff him.

(locking handcuffs) Hey, what do you think you're doing?

Oi!

Ah... You get your filthy mitts off my savings.

Proceeds of crime, mate.

Police property now.

This is a legitimate business.

Is it?

Come on then.

I know how much is there, right?

It's all signed and accounted for.

Come on, then.

(dance music playing) CHRISSY: Now, I've tried to do it exactly as Viv did it, but, um, I do have my own way.

You know, we're all different aren't we?

different strokes for different folks.

(laughs) (door bell chimes) BARBARA: Vivien couldn't have picked a worse day to go AWOL to be honest with you.

Boss is moving house again, fifth time this year, and her son's up in the banger for the umpteenth time.

It never ends with him.

Now, do you wanna have a look at the back?

Yeah.

What are you looking for?

(footsteps approaching) He wants us all downstairs.

But you said you'd play.

I won't be long.

♪ Jane... Good morning, Peter.

♪ (indistinct chatter) Pretty late to the game, but Fleet Street got there at last.

"Police at loss "as Zionist attacks destroy private London residence of British Party."

(cheers and applause) Front page.

Nice one.

Brilliant, sir.

ELISE (shakily): Leader?

And what's wrong with you?

Please, Lee should be in a hospital, with like proper doctors.

He won't make it in here.

He's in too bad a way.

COLIN: Given how riddled our health services are with exotic illnesses, I'd say he couldn't be in safer hands.

Now, I want training to resume as soon as possible-- Tell him.

Go on, you've got to tell him.

Tell "him" what?

Go on!

(quietly): It doesn't matter.

He was gonna leave him.

Peter was gonna leave Lee for dead.

What?

I-I didn't mean it that way.

How did you mean it?

Honestly, I-I wasn't-- Why would you say a thing like that?

COLIN: Peter?

Care to explain?

♪ JACK: I was guarding Mr. Rockwell, sir.

Before things got heavy on his side, then the Yids started storming, didn't they?

It was mayhem, if you recall.

Right, that's right.

JACK: Jeff told me Lee had been hurt, but I hadn't seen him, I didn't know what state he was in.

Exactly, he, he hadn't seen him, sir.

Yeah, I wasn't worried 'cause... he's a fighter, isn't he?

Strong lad.

But one look at Jeff's face, well...

I got straight round there, didn't I, Jeff?

You did, yeah.

ELISE: What?

Honestly, it's nothing.

You said... you said it felt off.

That's what you said.

♪ Well, I suppose when Lee wakes up, he'll be able to tell us himself, won't he?

Yeah, exactly.

Yeah, if... if he wakes up!

Jane will nurse him.

ELISE: What?

No, no, no, please!

Not her.

Try not to get yourself in a state.

For the baby's sake.

Take her to the train station.

No!

No, please, please, no!

(men training outside) Lee, can you hear me?

(training commands outside continue) ♪ ELISE: Sorry, Jeff.

I'm really sorry.

Damn!

Jeff, mate, hang on.

From the Duke's library.

Can't leave with it, can I though, that'd be stealing.

You won't be long, will ya?

Two minutes.

(birds squawking) (door opens) JACK: Jane, can you come outside?

I can't, Peter.

They're everywhere.

Just come, please.

(door closes) (quietly): Did you do that to him?

(quietly): Yes.

Colin knows who you are, Vivien.

You and the Klein boy, he saw it in the "Chronicle."

What?

Jeremy?

Your engagement announcement was printed in the paper.

Jordan had it in his study, I saw it before we torched HQ.

He knows.

You're up, my love, I'm sorry.

Oh, they get all the Jewish papers, Jack, that doesn't mean he read it.

That doesn't...

He's played ya!

He's played ya.

Don't say that!

Why didn't you follow my lead?

I was trying to get you out, I was trying to talk to you.

Why didn't you listen to me?

Why didn't I listen to you?

You, who lies and disappears, and gets so stuck I have to come and find you.

Who beats a boy so badly his cover will be blown the moment he wakes up?

I have found what we needed to get him put away.

I sacrificed!

I did what needed to be done!

Listen to me, listen.

Whatever you let him do to you last night, I forgive you.

All right?

I can forgive you all of it.

I'm not asking for your forgiveness, Jack.

I'm not asking for anything.

You need to follow my lead now.

I'm telling you, I found everything we need in a suitcase-- arms invoices, membership files, bank transfers, everything.

I can't let you go back.

I'm going back.

They'll kill you!

You shouldn't have let him go.

He's coming!

All right?!

Damn him.

Damn him!

(engine idling) ♪ PAUL: When can you play?

Soon.

When is lunch?

I wonder where your father put that suitcase.

Paul?

Paul, I'm talking to you.

Yes?

(slides cabinet) Do you know where your father put that old suitcase?

Don't like currants.

Why does everything have currants in it?

I know!

I have a great game.

♪ (animal chittering) JEFF: Peter!

Find Peter!

♪ If I'm not being charged I, I need to be released.

Undo your trousers, please.

Do you want to be restrained?

♪ ♪ RONNIE: Hang on.

Morning.

Morning.

DAVID: Any word from Vivien?

RONNIE: Not yet.

Morning, Rabbi.

Morning.

Where's Soly?

Where is he?

No one knows.

The money's gone.

(keys jangling, door closes) LIZA: Where's my daughter?

Oh, Liza.

Tell me no lies, Nancy.

Let's get inside.

(outer door buzzing) Quickly.

COLIN (on recording): Democracy is the greatest deception of the modern age.

The Jews are behind the soaring immigration rates, the destabilizing of our market forces, endless wars, unforgivable poverty.

VIVIEN (on recording): I understand.

But how will you do this, sir?

It seems so insurmountable.

How, how can we stop this?

(clicks off recording) I'm sorry, Liza.

I know it's a lot to take in.

Would you like another cup of tea?

Please.

Can I... can I just get this right, 'cause I, I'm not... My husband is a documentation forger for an underground organization that my brother runs.

And my youngest daughter, the apple of my eye, knocked on your door, having never been outside of Manchester, and in a matter of, what, a couple of days, you had her bleach her hair, adopt an alias, and sent her in to schmooze a full-blown Hitler disciple?

Have I got that right?

Yeah, that's right.

Nancy... do you remember when you sent your Ronnie up to me, that time that your mother-- aleha ha-shalom-- was ill?

Yes, I do.

Do you remember where I took him?

(quietly): The train museum.

I beg your pardon?

(louder): To the train museum.

The train museum.

That's right, Nancy.

We had a look at the old steamers.

I bought him a pencil case.

And afterwards we went to Lyon's Teahouse and had a lovely cream cake.

Do you see the difference?

Liza, please, I... (exhales) (smashes loudly, Nancy gasps) You'll get that off with a little bicarb.

Now, tell me where my brother is, Nancy.

(keys jangling) I've got to make a phone call.

I know my rights.

(sighing): Yeah, yeah, yeah, Soly.

On you go.

Oi-oi... Oi!

(keys jangling) (turns lock) STEVIE: If you're not gonna charge me you need to release me.

It's been over 24 hours.

It'll take as long as it takes.

Especially with the state of your paperwork.

You've changed address again?

Yes.

(scoffs) And what was it this time?

Oh, just your bog standard harassment.

Not that you lot did anything about it.

You know, I'd change that attitude if I were you.

Grievous bodily harm is a serious offense.

And Mr. Rockwell is a respected American politician I'm told.

And what kind of message does that send out?

I didn't touch him, officer.

I didn't need to.

He was so scared, the stupid Nazi fell on his arse all by himself.

He fell smack bang right on his arse!

(laughing) (laughing): He fell on his arse all by himself!

(laughing) (laughing echoes) Oi!

Half cast!

Half cast boy!

Oh, sod off, mate!

(laughing) PAUL: So, what do we win when we find the suitcase?

Ooh, something very, very... Could I have a word, Jane?

Oh, we're in the middle of a game.

♪ (turns lock) (closes door) What is it?

Elise was very distressed.

Hard to watch a pregnant woman in such a state, don't you think?

Well... they're expecting a greater share in your sobs.

They made that very clear behind your back.

Is that a fact?

Yes.

Lee didn't stop going on about getting his house.

Getting his house and calling it quits I think their plan was.

We all have our reasons for getting involved in the movement, I suppose.

(soft chuckle) Indeed we do.

♪ She said that she saw your coat in a salon.

Hm?

The distinctive one, with the butterfly patch.

They'd never heard of you there.

Said it belonged to a Vivien Evans.

All the hairdressers are friends.

I know Vivien Evans well.

She loved my coat and wanted to get a matching butterfly patch so I, I gave her one.

A patch your dad taught you to sew.

Your dad, the postman.

Or your dad the Jewish tailor.

♪ I know what you are.

You don't know anything about me.

You're a whore.

(groans) (gasps) Get up.

(breathing heavily) Get up, now!

I can't...

I'm sorry.

(sobbing) You knew, and you took me to your bed?

Of course I knew.

I knew before the Ridley Road march.

Watching you walk to that synagogue pretending... (sobbing) Though I do wonder how you felt really, deep down.

(crying) I wonder if part of you wanted to be one of us.

(sobs) To walk among such strength and bravery.

(sobbing) A stark contrast to your wretched tribe, I would imagine.

(quietly): What have I done?

(sobs loudly) Get up!

(groaning loudly) ♪ (Colin groaning inside) COLIN: Help me!

MAN: He's here!

I found him!

(grunting) ♪ (Paul singing nearby) Paul.

Paul?

Paul?

PAUL: ♪ Sweetheart, sweetheart, will you marry me ♪ ♪ Oh, yes Lord, at half past three.

♪ ♪ Paul?

Where are you?

(doorknob jangles) Tell me where you are.

Paul?

Paul?

(breathing heavily) Caught you.

Have you got the suitcase?

I really need it, darling.

Quickly.

Give it to me, darling.

If I give you this, you'll leave me, won't you?

(crying): Thank you, darling.

(unlocks clasps, door closes) (turns lock) Paul?

(tries doorknob) Don't do that!

(door rustling) Please!

(tries doorknob) ♪ Jack!

(tapping) Jack!

(tapping) (breathing heavily) ♪ Get back in the house!

(groans) No!

(shouting nearby) (gasps) ♪ ♪ Oi!

Half cast boy!

Sod off!

Go on, sod off, I said!

But, listen, I've gotta tell you something.

Go to Ridley Road!

Shut it you, I'm warning ya!

Shut up!

Leave me alone.

(siren blaring outside) He's got a message for ya!

SOLY: Will you tell him, Ridley Road!

(pounding on door) What's he saying?

He says get to Ridley Road.

SOLY: You work with my niece.

They set us up!

Colin Jordan and the NSM!

Our niece Vivien, she's in with them, but we can't get hold of her!

You go to Perlmutter's on Ridley Road...

OFFICER: That's enough!

(Soly continues shouting) Pipe down!

SOLY: You got that?

(officer pounding on doors) ♪ (squeals in disgust) (groans) (men shouting outside) (groaning) (Colin shouting orders) (bangs loudly) (footsteps underneath) ♪ (floorboard creaking) (loud thud) ♪ ♪ (men talking nearby, Vivien grunting) ♪ (groaning, men shouting nearby) ♪ (breathing heavily) (loud thud) (breathing heavily) ♪ (panting) (cries out) (breathing heavily) ♪ (grunts) (locks case) (quietly): Baruch Hashem.

Baruch Hashem.

(keys jangling, turns lock) You're released.

Pick the blanket up.

(distant siren blaring) All finished.

(distant shouting) (birds twittering) (birds chirping) (exhales) (people shouting) LIZA (voiceover): Why are you trying to punish me?!

I don't wanna punish you, Liza.

I've lost everything.

I've, I've lost my family, my name, my daughter.

I know...

Please, Liza, you've got...

If they touch a hair on her head, I swear to God I will...

I'll, I'll destroy you!

Liza... Liza, Liza!

Calm down.

(starts) Oh, who the hell are you?!

NANCY: It's all right, it's all right, Liza, I know him.

He's, he's from the salon.

What is it, son?

Soly.

What about Sol?

He's been stitched up by the NSM.

What?

They got in here last night and they framed him.

He's in custody now.

Oh... Soly sent me to warn you.

He says they will come back.

You need to get out of here, fast.

That's all.

Son!

S-Stevie?

It is Stevie, isn't it?

Wait.

Hold up.

Is he all right?

(exhales) You risked your neck coming here today, thank you.

At the end of the day, we're all the same, ain't we?

No, we're not quite the same.

But maybe... we're fighting the same fight?

Yeah.

Maybe we are.

You'll let me know if Vivien makes it, won't you?

Don't wait around.

Get out of here.

(door closes) (Vivien breathing heavily) (brakes squeal) (drops suitcase, grunts) Any chance of a lift to the station?

I'm late for work.

Get in, I'll see if I can make the half past.

ANNOUNCER (on speaker): The train now standing at platform two... (announcer continues indistinctly) (door closes, footsteps approaching) (whistle blowing) ♪ (exhales) (exhaling sharply) ♪ Jeff.

Help me.

Please don't let 'em kill me.

What kind of mug do you take me for?

I'm begging you.

Just let me out this door.

You deceived us.

You deserve what's coming to ya.

You don't need them.

You don't need 'em.

I know you.

I know what you've been through.

Shut your trap!

I know the life you've lived.

Let down by everyone who should have cared for you.

Your own mother broke your trust.

You think the world's rotten.

Out to get ya.

With the hand you've been dealt, you'd be right.

You should be furious with the world, of course you should, but... you can't think Jordan's the answer?

I'll tell them what you're saying.

I'll tell 'em.

You're done for mate-- you're finished.

He's using ya.

Why do you think he never gets his hands dirty?

He's taking you for a mug.

He can't believe his luck.

He's laughing at you, Jeff.

Stop the van and let me out.

I believe in you.

You can do this.

Let me out.

♪ Jeff!

(cries out) ♪ (closes van doors) (train clatters on tracks) (train brakes screech) (door closes) (screeching continues) (air releasing, hissing) ♪ ♪ Stay in your seat.

Don't make a scene.

I'll talk you through how this is going to play out.

♪ (trolley rattling) Tea?

WOMAN: No, thank you.

Tea?

WOMAN PASSENGER: Miss?

Miss?

Excuse me?

(trolley rattling) You're going to tell me who put you up to it.

You're going to tell me everything you know.

Where is Peter?

Where did you take him?

I think that little love affair's as good as over now.

Now that you're damaged goods.

There's a special place for your kind, you know?

They marked you in ink, "Feld-Hure"-- field whore-- across the chest.

Kept in a room for the soldiers to enjoy after hours.

Even the other inmates would spit at you in the camps.

It's over for all of you.

I suppose you think I'm the one on the wrong side of history.

That's got you, hasn't it?

The trouble with you lot, it's the denial.

Look around.

We are everywhere.

We're sitting in this carriage.

We're voting in the House of Commons.

We're working in the factories and toiling in the fields.

We are getting closer and closer to our moment of delivery.

Ladies and gentlemen, I need your attention, please.

I am in great danger.

this man sitting next to me is not my husband, he wants to hurt me, and, and I need some assistance.

Darling, do sit down.

Please, please, will someone help me?

COLIN: Excuse my wife, she's not feeling well.

No, please, please!

Down you go, dear.

(crying): Please, please, please, please!

Please?

Must be losing your touch.

ANNOUNCER (on speaker): Ladies and gentlemen, the train now terminates at Rushford Road.

All change.

All change.

Coming into Rushford Road.

(train screeching to a halt) The train terminates here, ladies and gentlemen.

(indistinct chatter) (whistle blaring outside) MAN: Excuse me.

You forgot this.

♪ Thank you so much.

(gasps) (breathing heavily) Can you, for a moment, imagine if I had interloped your family?

If I had been the one to lie, to deceive?

Could you imagine, Vivien?

Hmm, of course you can't.

Because the only victims that are allowed to exist in this world are you.

All I am doing is protecting my son.

Everything I do is to give him a better chance, a better world, a fairer world.

It's as simple as that.

What did you intend to do?

Turn my child against me?

Break up my family?

No, there's no need.

It's already broken.

♪ If you keep quiet, you have a chance.

No!

No!

Loyal to a fault, my lads are.

One word from me and there's no telling what they might do to you.

We don't want that, do we?

Help!

(cries out) ♪ (grunts loudly) ♪ Get after her!

COLIN: Go!

♪ (indistinct chatter) Can you please hide me?

(laughs) ♪ (gasps) Come here!

Bitch!

(grunts) (groans) (cries out) Get her!

(grunting) (guttural shout) Get her hands off it!

Stop!

(grunting) WOMAN: Hey, Jim, get out here!

(grunting) (groans) Oi!

Leave her alone!

(grunting, shouting) Get your hands off me!

♪ This is my country!

This is my country!

(people shouting on street) ♪ Oh... Vivien... Jack.

Where is he?

I'm, I'm so sorry.

BARBARA: It's all right.

I know.

I know.

NETTIE: Poor girl.

BARBARA: I'll handle it.

Leave it to me.

(door opens) Vivien?

Vivien, love.

There's someone here to see ya.

Hello, my love.

Only me.

I know exactly what you need.

Better?

Much better.

More... classy.

Thank you, Barbara.

(Barbara inhales, exhales deeply) You're on the right side of the angels, my love.

But your bags are an absolute disgrace.

(chuckles) (softly): One sec.

Could you hold that, Mrs. Epstein?

Vivien, we're gonna fix you up good and proper.

VIVIEN (voiceover): They could be coming for us right now!

NANCY (voiceover): Wait for him.

NANCY: Yes, but wait for him and then he'll know, he'll tell you what to do.

ROZA: Listen to your mum.

Because it makes sense though.

I've been through the depths of hell to get this bloody case out.

Vivien, language.

And I'm not waiting a second longer!

Vivien, please.

(door closes) DAVID: Thank you, Mrs. Jones.

DAVID: Are they in here?

NANCY: Yes.

Well?

VIVIEN: Daddy?

They'll see her.

Oi, my nerves.

DAVID: Uh... and his name's Detective McCracken.

Uh...

I'm told he works for Special Branch.

So, he'll take the meeting.

NANCY: Oh, Vivien.

What does she do, David, does she go right away?

Well, she can't go on her own.

I can, Daddy, of course I can!

If they seize the evidence or arrest you for trespassing...

It'll be different this time!

We can't afford to let you go on your own.

I would take you if I could, but...

I have a record.

Oh!

It's only minor, but it would jeopardize everything.

It, it would ruin all her tremendous work.

(Liza sighs) I'll go.

I'll go with you, Vivien.

(door closes) SOLY: All right, sis?

It's been a while.

They let you out again then, did they?

SOLY: Yeah, you know me, I got friends, owed favors.

(children playing in background) (car door closes) (engine starts) (conversing indistinctly) Afternoon, Mrs. Jones.

Mr. Burns, I'm afraid I'm not receiving visitors presently.

Oh, I'm sorry, I was just passing.

Wanted to make sure you were all right, that's all.

Quite all right, Mr. Burns.

Well, as all right as one can be, with all the troubles that are going on.

DAVID: Has she gone, Roza?

ROZA: I think so.

Oh, pardon me, I didn't know you had guests.

We're sitting a Shiva.

A what-va?

A Shiva, for the young gentleman who lost his life.

It's a Jewish custom.

Right, well, I'll pop back at a more convenient time.

Actually, Mr. Burns, if you wouldn't mind, you can just sod off out of it.

I beg your pardon, Mrs. Jones?

I lost three boys during the war, fighting off vicious buffoons like you.

I'll be long cold in the ground before I let history repeat itself.

So, if you wouldn't mind taking a running jump, Mr. Burns, clear off, and, quite frankly, rot in hell!

(children playing in background) (quietly): I need the toilet again.

Just hold it in.

I had four children, Vivien, I can't hold it in.

Detective Inspector McCracken, hello.

Miss Epstein, Mrs. Epstein.

May I please reiterate my condolences?

We tried to get statements about Jack Morris, but no one would talk to us.

I think the community have lost all faith in the system, to be honest.

(sniffles) The 2nd of December, 1961, an order of ten M48A rifles, from Mr. Jordan's Province account.

This is the invoice.

19th of December, 1961, another order, this time from South Africa, eight Lee-Enfield No.

4 Mark One rifles and two Mauser pistols with ammunition.

This one's from the U.K. Weed killer, five gallons.

And bleach, ten gallons.

Enough to make dozens of homemade explosives.

(papers rustling) Walkie talkies.

Radios, here are the receipts.

Bank statements from their Province account.

Huge deposits from Germany, Poland, but mainly from America.

Most likely contacts of George Rockwell, the leader of the American Nazi Party.

All East Harrow Holding Company deposits are the Duke of Westwick.

And these are photos of their paramilitary training camps.

(places photos down) (sighs heavily) (papers rustling) This one details their training program.

As you can see, they are deliberately targeting borstal and boys' children's homes.

Thank you.

You have a duty to act on this now.

You have to.

No more young men should have to lose their lives.

I understand, Miss Epstein.

They'll feel the full force of the law if I have anything to do with it.

You raised a very brave girl, Mrs. Epstein.

She's my heart.

And my grey hairs.

♪ ♪ ♪ Thank you both.

(indistinct chatter) (airplane engine roaring in background) (exhales) You did good, my girl.

Well, someone once told me an anti-fascist doesn't just talk, she does.

Proper that.

♪ (sighs) I'll pray for you.

Thank you.

I'll miss you.

I'll miss you all.

Daddy.

Don't... Just know that I am proud of you.

The proudest I could be.

(crying): Mom, don't look so sad.

Daddy explained that I might not hear from you for a very long time.

For your safety.

Well, I promise I will eat.

(laughs) (voice breaking): And I promise I will sleep.

♪ (crying) You have everything you need for a good life.

Please...

I'm strong.

I am.

Yes.

Of course you are.

Well, I must be, mustn't I?

To have a daughter as brave as you.

♪ I love you.

(sniffling) ♪ VIVIEN: Hello.

Hello.

♪ ♪ That was the first time back?

Yes.

(closes passport, hands it back) In you go.

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