All language subtitles for Ridley.Road.S01E01.WEBRip.x264-ION10

Down in the valley
where the green grass grows

There lived a lady in green she goes

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

Ice cakes, spice cakes, are for tea

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.

We will come again.

Come again.

We come again.

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.

Blessed are you God,
King of the universe,

who brings forth bread from the earth.

Amen.

Come on then, Jeremy, help yourself.

-It's wonderful as ever, Mrs Epstein.
-Oh, schmoozer.

-David.
-For Roza.

-Thank you, Uncle.

I cried every night
on our honeymoon.

-Didn't I, David?
-She did, yeah.

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.

By the fifth night I was sold.

All good at the salon, Viv?

I gave the beans some crunch.

-Not so soft.
-Hmm, yeah.

Why do English always
boil the vegetables too much?

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, Viv...
-Busy.

Non-stop. 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.

It doesn't look good on Mr Klein
if his son has to send his wife

out of 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.

-Want Jeremy to go and check for you?
-Jeremy to the rescue.

Why make him shlep?
It won't be anything.

Let him check, for God's sake.

You're all right, Roza.

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 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? 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, 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'll 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.

-I'm 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 sale's still...

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,
this time of night.

Yeah, think so too.

Where's he gone?

What, what have you said to him?

Why are you doing this to me?

I am not doing anything to you.

Why's 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 ever been to London.

You have your scissors.

If you can learn one thing from me,
Vivien, learn the right time to leave.

Trafalgar.

-Guys, come on, get going.
-Hello, darling.

Fresh flowers?

Toffee apples! Toffee apples!

Here, give me a bump packet.

I'll make you say yes.

They only gave it to him, 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 wanna upset ya, 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.

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?

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

Ah, baby when the lights are down low

I say grab your baby then go

-When you do the Hucklebuck
-Yeah

If you don't know how to do it, man
You're out of luck

-Ah, push ya baby out
-Yeah

-And then you hunch her back
-Yeah

Start a little movement in your sacroiliac

Wiggle like a stick
Wobble like a duck

That's what you do
When you do the Hucklebuck, oh

Hucklebuck

I've tried 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 back room.

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.

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 blooming Piccadilly off, ain't they?

Bloomin' students getting
their knickers in a twist.

Oh, you our trainee then.
How'd 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?
-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.

Goodbye.

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 ya.

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 got yourself a new job.

Thank you so, so much.

Oh

Oh, yeah

Some people like to drive real fast

They don't wanna 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

So please don't turn around

Oi, hurry up.

Down here, it's down here.

We happen to live in a country
that prides its freedom of speech,

so you can shout and scream all you want.

Scum! Scum!

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.

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,

leaving him impoverished and shamed.

Shame!

But they don't want you to know this,
but know it.

And know it now.

Perish Judah.

Jack?

Enough is enough.

Jack!

-Enough is enough!
-Jews are the saboteurs of Europe,

destroying all that is true
and just and good.

-You fascist scum!

Ah!

Scum!

Vivien! Vivien! C'mon, let me help you.

Okay? 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 you going?

-I'm sorry.
-Oi, leave the girl alone.

You wanna worry about them, mate, not me.

I'm worrying about
the bloke I'm looking at.

On your way, half-caste boy.

4-9-6-0-8-1-8.

Hello, Mum.

Oh, Vivien. Barukh shem.
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.

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, um, 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.

It must've been a 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, 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.

You're all right, just keep walking.
Don't worry.

-Think of this as 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 walls of a pram.

It's nice to see you
become a bit more refined.

-You have to let me out.
-It's all right.

We're taking you to Peter.

That's why you schlepped
to London, ain't it?

Who's Peter?

Well, go on then.

Come on, girl. Here you are.

Wait. Wait.

Jack.

Jack!

Jack!

Jack!

Vivien.

I tried to warn ya.

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 ya.

-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. Okay.
-Come on, then.

-All right.
-If you're such a menace to society...

Don't laugh at me.
I saw you with that march.

-I'm not laughing at you.
-That march, I saw what you were.

-Get your hands off me.
-Listen to me.

Fifteen 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, knifes, iron rods,
would and should have been dead.

-So what happened to you?
-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 ya.
Honestly, I didn't.

but I'm in so deep, my darling,
it would give you nightmares.

So, Peter Fox.

That's who you are now.

That's who I am.

You don't want a wife.

Children? Normal life?

This is bigger than you and me.

Those stories you told me
from when you were younger

about your friends getting beaten,
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 wanna 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 ya.

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 where 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, ain't it?
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 brought
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 gonna 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 the way, darling.

Now, your old man will meet you
at Manchester station tomorrow,

the15 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.

Yeah, 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.

-- Okay, 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?

Come on then, you stinky Yids. Come on.

Come on you, cowards.

Sparks! Get it out.

Light it! Light it! Quickly.

It's not working.

Give it here! Come on.

Ronnie, the Mol,
it's a Molotov, stop him.

Peter! Peter!

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.

But...

Vivien, you met Rabbi Lehrer?

-My father has your books.
-Oh.

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 are meant to be there.

Any young males, white,
16 to 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 discharged,

and if you can, get an address.

No, that's it, that's it,
Mr Harrison, lean forward.

Excuse me, can I help you?

...he who watches
over you will not slumber,

He who watches over Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.

God watches over you,
the Lord is your shade at your right hand.

Manchester Piccadilly,
our final destination.

The train
standing at platform three

is the20 to London, Euston.

Come on.

All right,
I'll speak to you later. Bye.

Damn it!

Who did you ask?

Hey? 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.
-But 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 gotta 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.

Yeah, 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, bubbeleh.
See the Rabbi here?

-No, now, now, now just...
-My 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 Blackshirts
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.

Needs to be simpler.
You need to flatter him more.

Praise him. Be a fan.

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.

Oh, glad you came in in the end.

The girls were talking,
worried you was up the duff.

No.

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 ya.

So you take it and there's no risk...

Oh, no. No risk of a sprog,
just a risk of a blooming 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 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 brought 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, uh, 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?

Though I walk through
the valley of the shadow of death,

I fear no evil.

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.

In you go.

Miss Carpenter.

Mr Jordan.

Please.

It's such a pleasure to meet you at last.