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In the valley where the green grass grows
lives a lady...

She grows and grows.
She's growing so fast.

Sing along with me.

That she asks for a ladder
at the end of the street...

You can get louder than that.

Dearest, dearest
will you marry me?

Yes, Lord, yes sir at half past four...

Ice cream cake, spiced cakes, parfait.

The wedding at half past two.

Paul, where are you?
- Dad's there.

We're going to straighten you out, honey.
Like this. Good boy.

Wir kommen wieder.
- Wir kommen wieder.

We come back.

I'm getting it ready.

God bless you and keep you.

May God shine His light on you
let it shine and be gracious to you.

May God come to you
and give you peace.

Come on, Jeremy, grope.

Beautiful as always, Mrs. Epstein.
- Charmer.

David.
- For Roza.

Thanks uncle.

I cried every night on our honeymoon,
right David?

Indeed.
- And cry I did.

For an East End girl
Manchester was like a foreign country.

For four days and four nights
I was inconsolable...

but by the fifth night I was sold.

Everything okay in the salon, Viv?
- I left the beans a little crispy.

Not too soft.
- Indeed.

Why do the English cook?
the vegetables always turn to mush?

I really wouldn't know.
- Everything okay in the salon, Viv?

It's the boiler, Roza.

Boiler.

All is well in the salon...
- Busy. Didn't sit for two minutes.

You'll be there soon
no more to worry about.

If you are married,
you don't have to work anymore.

Jeremy has nothing against it.
- All your sisters quit.

I'll let Vivien do it.
It makes her happy.

It doesn't look good for Mr Klein
his son's wife has to earn extra money.

That sends a bad signal
about the case, right, Dad?

Vivvy will know what to do.
- Precisely.

Do you hear that?
- What?

I hear something upstairs.
- It's the boiler.

Does Jeremy want to go take a look?
- Jeremy, the savior.

Why does he have to go?
It's probably nothing.

Let him go and have a look.

It's okay, Roza, it's okay.

Vivien, get her a sherry.
Good for the nerves.

You're safe here, Roza.

Please, Roza.

Thank you. I'm fine.

The coast appears to be completely safe.

As always.

Good, nice. Chin down.
Show us your pearly white teeth.

Dad spoke to his friend at The Chronicle.
- Nice wide smile.

We can announce our engagement
on the back page.

The biggest they ever had.
- What fantastic news that is.

I think we're done.

Can I have it myself too?
For my business cards?

It's best to take a photo
from my left side.

Would you die if you fake happiness?
- Yes.

Are you succeeding?

Is that a good one?

It's me, Dad.

Mom wants your lunch boxes.

She says you're hoarding.

It's you.

Vivien.

Hello.
- I didn't know you came back.

I heard that there
a mazel tov was arranged.

A nice boy, from a good background.
Your parents will be thrilled.

We are very happy.

What exactly did you do?

Just some business.
- Correct.

You couldn't write or something?

Sorry.

You will always be my girl.
- Yeah, that's what you said the last time.

You said other things.

Why did you come back?

Corduroy from Guernsey.
Top quality.

Fine nylon.
The best of St Michael.

Vivien...

you must forget me.
- Why?

I waited.
I was ready.

I am ready.

A moment.

Dad, I came to get your lunch boxes.
Mom asked me.

I don't find them.

Don't tell me you took her measurements
for a suit.

Jack helped me search.

You have courage.

Excuse me sir.
- Jack, you better tell him.

What is there to lose?
- Enough.

I'll just get back to work.

Go home and help your mother, Vivien.

Don't embarrass yourself.

I was doing the paperwork.
- Good.

What she is asking for is pure theft.
Cake is just sugar and flour.

I will order one in three layers.
That will suffice, right?

Perhaps better one in four layers.

I order one with four layers.
The top one never means much.

He came for you.

Come get me, Jack.

Jack, drive carefully
at this time of night.

Where did he go?

What did you say to him?
Why are you doing this to me?

I'm not doing anything to you.
- Then why does he disappear again?

Stop.
You agreed to Jeremy's proposal.

Jeremy's dad asked you
and you said yes.

We do what's right in this family.
That's how we are.

Yes, that's what our family is known for.

He's going to deliver the Rothman suits
and doesn't come back.

Go to sleep. You will tomorrow
to feel better. Believe me.

Wake up, Vivien. There is a train.

If you hurry, you'll be on time.
- What is it, Roza?

He's gone to East London.

I found the invoice for the suits
in your father's drawer.

Ridley Rd.

Above all, don't attract attention.

Say your name is Evans, not Epstein.

Don't show that you are Jewish.

I have no money
and have never been to London.

You have your scissors.

One thing you can learn from me...

the right time to leave.

They allowed it to them, even though
they scared the tourists.

He enveloped the main attractions.

And now Trafalgar Square.
Colin Jordan asked...

and got permission,
that piece of nonsense.

Sorry, Rabbi.
- The plan is...

Sol...

There's a young lady at the door.

Another one of your brats?
- No dad. Not really.

No, she's asking about Jack.

I'll go, Dad. I'll find out.

Hello.
- Are you selling anything, honey?

No, I'm looking for Jack Morris.

Beautiful hair, very shiny.

Thank you. I did it myself.
- Real?

Take care, Raymond Teasy-Weasy.

I think Jack delivered some suits here
from Epstein's tailor shop in Manchester.

Maybe you know him.

I don't want to upset you,
you seem like a sweet girl...

but among us, Jack sits
perhaps after the next skirt.

Correct.

Thank you for your time.

That helped a lot.
- Goodbye, honey.

Who is that, Sol?
- That's my niece.

What should I do? Call your sister?

No, I'll watch her.

Cheer up, honey.
Maybe it never happens.

It is £2 per week costs included
Except on Sundays when I go to church.

Very reasonable.

This street is not what it used to be, Vivien...?
-Evans.

Vivien Evans. Good.

Which secretarial training are you following?

No, I'm a hairdresser. I found
a salon in Soho in The Gazette.

I'm going there tomorrow.
-Soho? Very exotic.

I never go to the hairdresser.
I do my hair myself. Can you see that?

No.

I'm calling the police.
- Don't be ridiculous.

I'll ask Roza again.

May I?

I have to go,
love Vivien.

Where to?
- Aunt, I don't know anything.

You need to know
that when your family wrote to me...

No, please not.
I don't want to talk about this.

I just said I needed time
to think about it...

to prepare the guest room.
The wallpaper was only half done.

If I had known then what I know now...

you think I don't right away
would try to help them?

But I'm not a political person.

I didn't realize
what danger they were in.

I'm sorry, Roza.

It's gnawing at me.

She doesn't know.
She said she doesn't know.

You can't punish me, Roza.
That's not fair.

Liza, please, pull yourself together.
She'll be fine.

I test a lot of girls.
They don't all get their own seat.

I'm just being honest with you.
You have to settle in.

Sweep the floor, clean rollers,
make tea and play music.

Come, I'll show you the back room.

The kettle is there
but most go to the trattoria.

That's Stevie. That's the new girl.
Stevie is my son.

Fold the towels
and then take them to the sink.

Thank you, Barbara. Thank you.

Do you work here?

No. I study law.
I study here sometimes.

And I help mom a little.

Are you nervous or something?
- No, but...

I read about hair salons like this.

It can't be real.
- It is real.

Sorry I'm late, Barbara.

All of Piccadilly is occupied.
Students have gone crazy.

Oh, our intern. How are you?
I'm Chrissy.

Make some tea, Stevie, darling.
I'm dehydrated.

All of Trafalgar was stuck.

I had to get off the bus
and walk on those heels. Terrible.

The local action group wants the authorities
show what is going on in our community.

Ethel lived on her street for 62 years.

People used to say hello, right Ethel?
- Yes.

They put her in an apartment building.

She doesn't know anyone there and can
don't talk to anyone.

Scandalous.

They raised my rent.
Probably to drive me out.

My pension was inadequate.
I had to rent out a room.

Shameful, Nettie, after all
what we have given this country.

We have to stop that.

Bye.

Thanks for a fantastic day.

Did you like it?
- Yes.

When it comes to a boy, believe me,
he's not for you.

Hairdressers, experts in human behavior.

We can be anyone
for anyone.

Let them take you out
and treat them kindly...

but never let them crawl in there.

Men are like squatters. Agree them
If they are in there, you can't get them out.

You're right. I've lost someone.
Someone close to my heart.

I don't know if he wants to be found.

I don't know what to do.

New clothes
would help you a step forward.

Find the outfit and men will come
crawled out from under their rocks.

Besides, you can be a little more fashionable
purchase now that you have a new job.

Thank you.

Quick. Stay together.
By here. Quick.

It's here.

You are a disgrace.

We live in a country
with freedom of expression.

So shout whatever you want.

But the truth is the truth.

They don't want you to say it.

COLIN JORDAN LEADER OF THE
NATIONAL SOCIALIST PARTY

They don't want you to name it.
They don't want you to mention it.

The cleansing of the white race.

The attack on the white race.

They use the white man
only too happy to participate in world wars...

to be mistreated and humiliated
to return home...

and bring down our once great empire...

and being a guest worker
to have wages undermined...

which makes him impoverished
and is left ashamed.

They don't want you to know this.
But be aware.

And realize it now.
- No more Jews.

Parish Judah.
- Jack?

Enough is enough.

Jack.

Jews sabotage Europe...

and destroy our values.
- Fascist scum.

Scum.

Vivien.

Come, let me help you.

Are you OK?

Are you OK? Yes? Push.
Squeeze through.

Squeeze through. Push.

Move on.

Don't come any closer.

How does it feel to know
that you're going to die, bastard?

Go away, Nazi scum.
- Ditto for your bastard sweetheart.

We're getting Britain back. Watch out.

Hey you. Go away.

Come.
- Go ahead.

Vivien.
- I'm sorry.

Where are you going?
- I'm sorry.

Leave that girl alone.
- Care about them.

I care about the guy
what I'm looking at.

Get out of here, half-breed.

4960818.

Hello, Mom.
- Vivien. Thank God.

Where are you honey. My little girl.
- Mom.

Tell me, darling.
We'll come get you.

Please tell me it will be okay.

What?

Just tell me.
- It won't work out at all.

On the contrary, actually.
Jeremy is furious.

His mother didn't even look at me
in the synagogue.

What will it mean for father's case?

Mr. Klein was so good about the rent.
You're not in London, are you?

Don't go to London.
- I have to hang up.

Wait, Vivien.
Do not accept drink from men.

You will wake up bleeding.

Vivien.

It leaves my face
and eyes look better.

Isn't that right, Barb?
- Yes, it really suits you.

I love it, Barb.
- I used almost a whole can of varnish.

Even with stones
you can't destroy it.

Are you okay, Vivien?

Who did you argue with?
Communists, anti-war, anti-fascists?

I am not an organization.

I mean, I'm not a member
of an organization.

I was there with friends.
We lost our way.

Were they injured?
- No not really.

It's quite something, isn't it?
swastikas in Trafalgar Square.

And all that is allowed under the guise
of free speech.

Only the anti-fascists are arrested.

We're campaigning
to change the law.

I have a brochure for you.
Students against fascism. Join.

Stevie...

I'm not concerned with that.

I'm just not a political person.
- You are.

Of course you are.
What else can you be?

I cut hair, Stevie.

I can only do that.

I'm sorry.

Good darling, keep walking.
Do not worry.

Think of it as a surprise family reunion.

You remember your Uncle Sol, right?

Come on, get in the taxi.

Mom will kill you.
She'll go crazy.

Last time
were you still in the stroller?

Nice to see
how you have grown handsome.

Let me out.
- Do not panic. We're going to Peter.

Isn't that why you came to London?
- Who is Peter?

Just go.

Come on. You are here.

Guard.

Jack?

Vivien. I tried to warn you.

I told you to stay away.
I couldn't have been clearer.

You didn't tell me anything.

Come on, you're smart. You got it.
I'm no good for you.

What are you doing?
What I do?

I hurt bad people.

I lie, steal and cheat.
I can't be trusted.

You followed me into the depths of hell.

That was not a good idea.

Actually, I didn't follow you.

I've wanted to leave Manchester for a long time.

You brought me to this,
what, actually, kind of a train graveyard...

to tell me
what a bad boy you are.

Come on.

Come on, if you're such a danger
for society.

Do not laugh at me.
I saw you at the rally.

I'm not laughing with you.

I saw what you were.
Don't touch me.

Listen to me.

15 attacks on synagogues.

Molotov cocktails,
explosives, the whole lot.

What happened?
- Don't know.

Seven teenagers attacked at
Clapton Pond with bars, knives.

They had to die and would be dead.
- What happened?

Foiled, all saved. How?

Your uncle was tipped off by me.

They think you belong to them.

I never wanted to hurt you.
Not really.

But I'm in so deep, darling,
that it would give you nightmares.

Peter Fox.

So that's your name now.

That's who I am.

Do you want a woman?

Children?

A normal life?

This is bigger than you and me.

The stories of when you were young...

that your friends were beaten
what was that?

That's why I'm here.
They don't see it in me, do they?

If they don't see it, you'll get to it.

That's how it works for them. Not only
with Colin Jordan and the Nazis...

but also with ordinary people, teachers,
Jan with the cap in the pub.

You see their disgust, the anger.

You see them sighing and wishing
that something could be done.

The Eternal Jewish Question...

with only one answer.

Can I tell you that you
are the love of my life?

No.

Can I tell you that I never loved anyone
will love as I love you?

No.

This needs to be trimmed
if you want to look Third Reich.

Okay, tickets, please.

First class?
Who is the leader?

Come.

Here girl, take a sip.

It won't kill you.

What did your mother tell you about me?

You went to jail,
stole all the family money...

you're a bastard.

That's about right.

Do you see that building there?

Do you know what that is?
- No.

That's a yeshiva...

a school for Jewish boys.

You can't tell.
Nothing Hebrew, no Star of David, nothing.

Otherwise they would get nothing
then death threats.

But Vivien,
the NSM is a dirty gang.

They're coming tonight
assess for an assessment.

How do we know that?
- Through my Jack.

Sorry, Peter Fox.

Your cousin Roza once told you
about what happened to her?

No, she can't talk about it.

It's hard to imagine
if you trust your country.

It's hard to imagine
that things are really going wrong.

How bad can it get?

That's what Dad always said:

How bad can it get?

German officials arrived
to their city.

They rented rooms from Jewish families.
Very kind.

One even bought a box of chocolates
for his Jewish landlady.

Look, it's not that bad, our father said.
Where is the cruelty spoken of?

They're not going to take us out of our homes.
This is our country.

What a ridiculous, paranoid idea.

Like the German vans in front of their house
parked, they stayed there for two weeks.

They waved to them, said hello,
learned their names.

They were arrested within 20 minutes
in the middle of the night.

Everything seems fine
until suddenly it isn't anymore...

and then it's just too late.

What he does is important.
Forget him and move on with your life.

Don't get in the way, honey.

Your father is waiting for you tomorrow
at Manchester station...

The 9.15am train from Euston.

And do me a favor...

say hello to your mother.

If the leader asks us
to be prepared, he means...

train hard, be on time
and stay in shape.

Stand in a line.

Listen carefully. I will tell you
what to do tonight.

The leader found a Jewish school.

No attack.
It is preparation, observation.

Jones, Parks...

Fox.

Your turn.

Did you just roll your eyes?
- No.

Where have you been?

Family matters.
- Yes? The leader asked about you.

I'm sorry.
Everything is resolved now.

Back to work.

Ignore it, Peter. He doesn't mean it.

I like to face confrontation.

When they think they can stalk the streets
to intimidate women, children, the elderly...

they will have to do with us.

When you answer violence with violence
they think twice.

Follow me and do as I say.
Parks, make sure you don't stand out.

The Jewish scum is in that building.
- Finished?

Disappear Jews.

Okay, light it.
- Light what?

We'll do it tonight.

Unbelieveable.

Of course the rats are out. Look there.
- Okay, guys?

Pests, y'all.
- How are you?

Conniving Jews. Bring it on.

Light it.

Fast.

It does not work.

Give here.

A molotov.
- Stop him.

Peter.

Tomorrow it will go in the trash.
Just eat it quickly.

It stinks like hell
but the oil is good for your skin.

I haven't packed yet.
- Just get in.

Vivien, do you know Rabbi Lehrer?

My father has your books.

Is something wrong?

Last night was a black night.

A promising schoolboy was killed.

He was an only son.

I hate to tell you that.

And I have more bad news.

We haven't heard from Jack yet,
but knowing he was injured...

and with an ambulance to it
was transferred to hospital.

We can't go there
to make inquiries.

That wouldn't be smart.

Is Peter Fox here?
- No.

Jack Morris?

No.

Thank you.

Radiate self-confidence,
like you're supposed to be there.

Any white person between the ages of 16 and 24
could be a Nazi.

If you seem to be followed,
then leave immediately.

If he's there, you can talk to him.

If not, fish out
when he was fired...

and tries to obtain an address.

Excuse me, can I help you?

This is Manchester Piccadilly
our final destination.

Travelers for London Euston...

the train is on platform 3
as destination London Euston.

Come on.

Okay, I'll talk to you later.

Damn.

Who were you asking about?
What name did you give?

Sol, Vivien did a really good job.

She stuck to the plan.
She asked about Peter Fox. Nothing.

She asked about Jack Morris. Nothing.
- Bernie's in Glasgow.

When does he come back?
- Not.

He's busy with race riots there.
- Should we bring in Pollock?

No. They're watching him.
He shouldn't stand out.

What are you going to do now?

Excuse me?
- I asked, what are you going to do now?

You sent him into that viper's nest.
Now he is God knows where.

They can suspect or torture him.

You're in shock. Have a drink.
- He's on his own.

You don't know
how to get to him.

You just don't know.

What? Don't we know?
I'll tell you something, baby.

Do you see the rabbi here?
No, Rabbi, let me finish.

The rabbi was released from the camps.
He experienced the horrors.

Of course he has no idea.
I...

fought against the Blackshirts
on Cable Street. There were 20,000 of us.

We triumphed.
We wrote history.

But I don't know either.
-Sol.

What if he had a girl
that is looking for him?

A girl from the north
that worries...

because she doesn't hear from him anymore?

She can just show up unexpectedly
and ask some innocent questions.

Nobody knows me.
Nobody knows who I am.

That is impossible.
- I went to the hospital, right?

You had the rabbi come get me.
I'm not retarded after all.

Vivien, Colin Jordan and his
NSM thugs are dangerous.

It's a gang of killers.
This isn't a game.

Where did you meet him?
How long have you known him?

What is your story?

I quickly realized that Peter
was well on its way...

for the good old fascist values
to breathe new life into.

And I can agree with all that.

Can I see him?

No, it will never work.

You can't go unannounced
going to present. It's too weird.

But it was a noble idea.
You deserve kudos.

Rabbi?
- Kudos to her.

I know I can do it.
- It's not something you can force.

It would take months of training.
- It has to be simpler.

You have to flatter him, praise him.
Being a fan, a big fan.

That's all men want.
Simple creatures. All.

Mr. Jordan, I want to thank you...

for all the hard work you do
for the people of this country?

We are so grateful for all you
hard work and dedication. Thank you.

Something like that. That's better.
- Thank him? For what?

What exactly are you thanking him for?

I want to thank you, Mr. Jordan,
for all your hard work...

to reclaim our country
of an invasion of strangers.

We need you.

The country needs a leader like you
to take back our country.

Your mother will mourn for me again.
- Yes.

Sorry, Lesley, I can't help you
no refunds.

We can do as much as we can
don't do miracles.

Glad you came anyway.
The girls were gossiping.

They thought you had a prize.
- No.

A doctor in Wardour Street,
prescribes the pill.

You've heard of the pill, right?

I've read about it, but never...
- You must have AVroid.

It's cheap
and you don't need a wedding ring.

I'll write it down for you.

So if you take it there is no risk?
- No.

No chance of pregnancy.
Just fun.

That sounds good. Thank you.

Vivien.

Mother was furious.

Her girls are not late.
Certainly not hours.

You were so happy to start here.
- I know.

Why are you doing it then?
- I'm sorry.

What have you done?

Nothing.

It will not happen again.
I need to hurry.

Mr. Jones?

Thank you very much for coming.

Today my wife went to
our local shop...

just like her mother before her
and her mother before her.

She bought a pound of ground beef...

a few potatoes...

a pint of milk...

and a candle.

The food was for our meal.

The candle for our loss.

She can't go to that store anymore...

because after almost 100 years of trading,
it must be forced to close.

One of the largest opened last year
European retail chains have a branch here...

which meant that shops and markets had to be closed
closed and lives were destroyed.

The owner is Jack Cohen.

The store is called Tesco.

He is one of four Jewish families
who rule the world.

They own banks, newspapers, television
and soon the supermarkets...

that will change our shopping street
and destroying our communities.

We stayed in the dark for too long...

but together...

can we take back our country.

I just spoke to her.
-David. Real?

Yes. She's fine.

Where is she?
- She's in London.

London? Oh no.
- With a friend.

Which friend? It has nothing anyway
to do with my brother?

Of course not. She's okay
that's all that matters.

Do not worry.

She'll be home soon.

They own the entire building.
A significant investment.

They are gaining power across the country.

We are here.

That building there.

Stick to the script,
that we have practiced.

You go in, ask where Peter is
and then you leave again.

If you have any doubts, come out.
I will be here.

That is it.
Maximum 20 minutes. Okay?

What?

Though I pass through the valley of the shadow
of death, I fear no evil.

Go.

Hello, I'm Jane Carpenter.
I have an appointment with Mr. Jordan.

I'm Peter Fox's girlfriend.

Everything for the people
and the people before everything.

Perish Judah.

Sit down.

There's a girl waiting outside.

Peter...

Just go in.

Ms. Carpenter.

Mr. Jordan.

Nice to finally meet you.

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