Dad spoke to his friend at the Chronicle.
We'll do a big engagement announcement on the back pages.
You have the most intelligent eyes I've ever seen, just like my mother.
I think we better take this young lady on a drive.
Where are we?
You want to see Peter, don't you?
Such a beautiful house.
-Come back with me.
How we getting on?
It's a huge house.
There were men doing exercises.
-His spirit. -What's that?
Jordan's been eyeing up his own paramilitary force,
but we weren't sure if he had the numbers or the equipment.
And that's how we'll get them.
It's a cavity transmitter.
You're going to help Jack plant that wherever Jordan works.
-I'm not a fighter, Nancy. -You ready?
-What's happened? -I got jumped.
You beauty.
-Spiritual victory is ours.
You're safe here, Miss Carpenter.
Those thugs can't get you now.
I do want you to talk with me.
Be with me, that's all.
Lavender blue, dilly, dilly Lavender green
I'll be your king dilly, dilly You'll be my queen
Wakey, wakey.
-Oh...
Oh, sorry.
I didn't know how to get you up. You weren't half in a deep sleep.
Oh, don't worry, you're decent.
I said I don't want to.
No! I don't.
- You listen! - ...outside!
-What time is it? -It's a little after eight.
All the boys are hung over something rotten, so I did a fry up.
Didn't I?
The leader seemed to be in high spirits, after seeing you.
Such a powerful speaker.
Should we go check on little Paul?
That's not little Paul, that's Françoise.
Who's Françoise?
The leader's wife.
FRANÇThey expected a little more movement, Colin,
like what was discussed in Paris.
I don't have to answer to those geriatrics in Paris.
FRANÇ Then what was the point in going?
And all those endless discussions?
You know the point. You know it very well.
FRANÇ- I don't know what to tell them. - Tell them whatever you want.
FRANÇWhen will you strike?
-When will you... -Paul!
No, come here.
It's not delay, it's strategy.
It's about pragmatism, I've told you.
Bang!
Have you come to assassinate us all?
No. Sorry, Paul found it.
-I'm not sure it's safe. -Of course it's not safe.
It's a pistol.
And he's an eight-year-old boy.
So, who is this, Colin?
Our nanny or a mistress?
Or have you got lucky and found a woman for both?
Jane, this is my wife, Françoise Dior.
Françoise, Jane is a friend of the movement.
FRANÇHmm.
He thinks pushing his mistresses in my face will do something.
But it does nothing.
No, no, honestly...
She has your mother's eyes, Colin.
Careful you don't fall in love.
You know how your mother let you down?
Jane, gather your things. Best you leave right away.
Does she really have to leave, Daddy?
Daddy?
FRANÇDaddy!
Please, we'll have such fun. Please let her stay.
-Lee will drive. -Yes, yes, of course.
How you getting on?
I fixed up your blouse.
I mean, it's not tailor standard, but, you know, I've tried my best.
Thank you.
Do you want me to wash yours for you?
Oh, no, no, no. It's all right. I'll take it to the laundry.
Here you go. You must've dropped it.
That's not mine.
Isn't it?
Oh...
That's strange! Sorry, it's just my mistake.
-Jane, you need to come right away.
Bet you got a shock, seeing his missus this morning.
She's a looker, in't she?
Proper classy bird, that one. All the lads are mad for her.
What about you? Are you mad for her?
I'm not here for all that.
I don't care about the spotlight, swigging champagne with the la-dee-das.
I've got a baby on the way, ain't I?
When the uprising comes and the leader's in charge,
he's promised the party he'll buy all us members a house each.
Big house, with a garden and that, for our loyalty, like.
Never had nothing like that before, me and Elise.
So we're gonna do good by him.
Sounds wonderful.
Lucky baby.
So, how did you grow up?
-Me? -Yeah, you.
Oh, my goodness!
Are we going in that?
How marvellous!
Not bad, is it? 1961 Jaguar Mark X.
Triple carburettor engine with independent rear suspension.
I tried to be a cabbie,
but they took my money and failed me, didn't they?
It's a racket!
Do you manage to take Elise out in it much?
Not likely, with Lady Dior in town. I'll be ferrying her about.
HQ tonight and then to Claridge's, probably.
That's where most of our subs end up nowadays.
So we're meeting at HQ tonight?
-Right, come on. -Look at this place!
No, no, I'm ready to go.
I don't need the whole thing, I'm ready to start.
Come on, get in.
There's a man in the funny papers we all know
He lived way back a long time ago
He don't eat nothin' but bear cat stew
Sorry I'm late, Barbara.
-The bus took ages. -Relax your hand, son. That's it.
Here, Viv! Take a look at this.
Chrissy! What on earth?
Met this fella. Took me for a knickerbocker glory, didn't he?
He had one spoon of ice cream and honestly, sucking me all over, he was.
Once he started, I couldn't get him off.
All right, leave it out, Get back to work.
She got the hump cause Stevie's got jumped again.
-What happened to him? -Ah, the usual.
White lads having a laugh, roughed him up a bit.
Why he don't grow a pair and stand up for himself,
I don't know.
But they took his books from him, didn't they? Hit him where it hurt.
She'll be a moody mare all day now. Always is, when he gets a beating.
Don't blame me I can't help the way I feel
Don't you know it's for real? It's love, dear
Don't blame me if I fall for your charms and I take you in my arms
Oh, you beaut!
Nice one, Vivien!
Don't blame me
If I fall for all your charms
Yes, yes. Type it up, please. Get it printed.
I want all members with a copy tonight.
They are the crawling vermin
festering under the pain and struggle of the white man.
Well, are we weakling rats or powerful overlords controlling the world?
Make your bleedin' mind up.
But commie bastards don't know what's coming to them.
How dare you!
I'm a capitalist bastard.
I own the biggest cab firm in London, darling.
I drop your daughters home at night.
-All right, Dad? -He's a commie bastard.
You got the tapes then?
She did well!
You know, it does my nut in being called a commie.
Nothing wrong with wanting fair distribution
-of resources. -Take the meeting.
It's been set up. It's been agreed.
You have to put your pride to the side this time, Colin.
-Play that back. -What's wrong with you?
No leader would--
The meeting. It's been set up. It's been agreed.
You have to put your pride to the side this time, Colin.
For God's sake, what's wrong with you?
No leader would tolerate it.
Must be big for him to get that worked up.
Why be afraid of confrontation?
We gotta get Vivien back in, Dad.
Hello.
Got two minutes? We need to talk.
Barbara, would you mind if I show this lady
some of the hair pieces we have in stock?
Go on.
-Oh, Nancy! -It's all right.
You're all right. You're out of there.
I slept in his room, Nancy.
I tried so hard to stay awake.
Did he touch you? Did he lay a finger on you?
No. One of the NSM girls found my hairdressing card.
She said I dropped it on the carpet, but I don't know how it got there.
-Did you tell her you worked here? -No, I didn't. I denied it, but...
I did tell her that I was a hairdresser.
Was I not meant to?
I didn't know. I didn't know.
-Don't worry. Don't dwell on that. -I am so out of my depth.
I am blagging it. I can't.
You're doing great! You're helping us!
His wife was there.
Yeah, Françoise Dior. We heard her.
You did it, the transmitter worked.
This one's good to highlight your cheekbones,
although it does weigh a little on the heavy side.
Do Dior and Jordan live together?
No. She's been banned by immigration for years.
The Duke of Westwick must have pulled some strings or she paid someone off.
So why is she here?
Synagogue arson, probably. Sadistic little bitch.
As I was leaving, an American man arrived.
-What did he look like? -Tall and imposing and smoking a pipe.
It's Rockwell.
-Oh, my God. -Who is that?
The leader of the American Nazi party.
He and Jordan don't get on.
Nancy, I have to go back in there.
As you can see, we have a fine selection. Excuse me, ladies.
These weigh a ton, but you get the thickness
you're looking for. Know what I mean?
Read Britain Awake. Read Britain Awake.
Read a white man's paper. Read Britain Awake. Read Britain Awake.
Hello, Miss Evans.
Hope I didn't worry you.
A friend of mine needed help with her beauty course,
so I stayed over rather than getting the bus on my own.
What you do in your own business is up to you.
Thank you, Mrs Jones.
You found my prayer book.
I was dusting.
I wasn't snooping.
You should have brought something like that up.
I'm sorry.
I can forgive many a sin, but telling an untruth, that's wicked.
You know...
They called the war the Jewish war.
They said it weren't a war we needed to get involved with,
but we did.
And the loss.
We all paid a price.
I'm sorry.
You've been nothing but kind to me.
This is my home.
I advertised for someone I'd have something more in common with.
I can only apologise.
Just don't tell me no more lies.
No.
Of course I won't.
Where are you going?
Just drinks with some of the salon girls.
Well, just be careful of the dance halls. That's all I'm saying.
They used to be civilised affairs until the West Indians took over.
Now they're riddled with vice.
White slavery is a serious problem, Vivien.
And a girl like you would go for a very competitive price.
Oh, I do have one question.
If you don't mind...
Is it true about the sheet?
You know, when Jews have relations?
Only, I heard something once, and I've always wondered--
That's the tallit. Prayer shawls.
Men wear them under their shirts.
On washing lines, they look like sheets with holes in.
That's where the whispers start.
Perish Judah.
Lee just told me to drop this off.
What is it?
Ink for the linotype.
One minute.
I can't find Lee.
What'd he tell you exactly?
Oh, just that you were running low, and I was to bring this around.
I'll just drop it off, it's no trouble.
They've been rowing for hours, Jordan and Rockwell. Can't find out why.
Take one for Soly.
Have they stuck you down here? You need to get up there.
She went to his bedroom, didn't she?
Jane Carpenter.
-If he laid one finger on you-- -He didn't touch me.
-Dropped it off then? -Yeah. One sec.
Night then.
Night.
Not being funny, mate, but you know how he can get.
It's all good, Jeff.
Feels like we're really making progress.
Yeah, really feels that way, doesn't it?
Finally.
Life's looking up.
Jeff, would you give Françoise something she asked me to bring?
-What is it? -Just a little thing.
Just a little lady thing.
No, no. You go.
You go give it to her, go on!
Be quick!
They are behind it all. They're not afraid of destruction.
They're not afraid of sending the negros out, looting, rioting.
No-one is disagreeing with that. No, no, look--
No? Why? Isn't that the whole point?
Ruffle some feathers?
I mean, you're not afraid of disruption, are you?
Not afraid of the strength of your own men?
No, I am not afraid of a call to arms, if that's what you're referring to,
when the time is right.
It kinda feels like now or never, right, gents?
Sorry, George. Let me finish. Because this is an important point.
Mmm-hmm.
The white man has been conned by the right, shamed by the left.
He doesn't know what or who he is.
Now, granted, the shamed man is the angry man.
But he must be educated on the means of his oppression.
Identify the alien labour that undercuts his wages,
so that he can become organised.
Organised? They're organised!
Send them out! Out onto the streets, Colin.
No, because without effective planning there can be no real long-term gain.
Have you any idea of the number of big shots who have invested in you, Colin?
I have put my neck on the line to secure you those investments
and people have faith in you.
They have confidence in you.
And if we let them down, it won't be pretty.
Now what you call strategy, I call over-caution.
We know we have the numbers, we know we have the support.
Oh, good. I thought I had scared you away.
-...sick of the humiliation... -No.
Look, George, tensions are high.
It's not useful to us to be afraid and lash out.
FRANÇA dedicated Nazi. America needs it.
-Fantastic negotiator. -Wonderful.
-It's foolish. -Who's he been negotiating with?
-- I can't compromise my men. -- Can you imagine
if this moment passes?
If you fail to grasp the opportunity when it presents itself it will be
-a tragedy under your leadership. -Maybe because their country is so big
they feel they have to shout so loud.
But the Americans are always good at getting blood from a crowd.
Lecturing and reasoning with them...
He's like a preacher, no?
...emotional engineering. It doesn't matter.
-Did you grow up a churchgoing girl? -Yes. Very much so.
So you had lot of Jesus in your life.
-- When I agitate in uniform... -- Utter nonsense.
The members have elected me to this position of leadership,
and they've elected me for a reason.
Now, anxiety is natural, of course it is.
But these investments will be instrumental in our progress.
I love it when he plays the teacher, don't you?
He's going to be taken off his belt next.
You've done sterling work in securing those resources, but it's only a start.
It is not enough for the scale of operations that we are capable of.
See? He's a clever guy, smart guy. Where was it, Colin?
-Was it Cambridge or Oxford? -Cambridge.
It was full of upper-class bullies.
I didn't bow down to them then, and I won't bow down to them now.
I'm going to stay firm, stay strong and stick to my plans.
And this is why he is the leader.
Come on, look at him. Give him something.
Now don't hold back.
Look the colour coming into his cheeks. Colin Jordan.
Your leader!
-Sieg Heil! -Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil!
Ladies, will you excuse us for a minute?
I'm nothing to these men but a courier in a skirt.
Come, let's drink together.
Why should only men have whisky and cigars?
Wait.
You have some mascara.
Oh, do I?
...walking through. End point is the Ridley Road Synagogue.
Its leader Rabbi Lehrer is the central figure in European Jewish thuggery.
It's not about God. It's politically charged.
Oh, just a bit more.
Distributing literature, organising men. We want to put him in his place.
Remind him of our presence, mobilise the white folk.
All done. I'll get us a bottle of something.
What do you fancy?
Anything. Strong.
No ice.
I'll bring it to you.
Why are you going around telling people I told you to bring ink?
I never.
What do you mean?
You've been telling everyone I told you to come.
That's a lie. Why would you say that?
Well, between you and me, the leader invited me.
I didn't want to cause any disrespect to Mrs Jordan.
Sorry if I did the wrong thing. I just...
Well, I wanted to be discreet, really.
He talk to you about your subs?
No.
Well, you need to pay up. Six shillings a week.
Everyone pays for their membership.
You want to come out and eat the food, go to the meetings, it costs, don't it?
-Why shouldn't you have to pay? -You still here?
Or have you got some sort of arrangement with the Leader that I should know about?
No, no, I don't have an arrangement. Of course, I'd be happy to pay.
-I'll bring it in the morning. -I need to see documents as well.
Documents?
Yeah, everyone provides them, don't they, Jeff?
Birth certificate or something.
Just so we know you are who you say you are.
-What is this, lads? -We didn't know if she was invited.
That's all right, Jeff. You did the right thing. I can handle it.
I was just saying to Jane, we need her subs and documents, sir.
Lee is being very thorough with his official duties.
-I'm sure you can oblige him. -Of course, I can.
See, Lee? No need to worry.
And we'll be treating Miss Carpenter as a verified member from here on.
-Is that understood? -Yes, sir. Of course.
Look, erm... matters between my wife and I are...
Well, they're not straightforward.
Sorry.
Don't be sorry.
It's good Paul has his mother home.
Is it?
Isn't it?
There must be something terribly important going on
for her and Rockwell to have come all this way.
If you must flaunt your passion so publicly,
the least you could do is ensure I have a drink to distract me.
Meet me at the bottom of Dalston Lane at five o'clock tomorrow. Would you?
Of course. Good night, Mrs Jordan.
Daddy.
Don't just stand there, you dozy mare. Get in.
Where are we going?
David?
-Station. -No.
-They're planning a march. -Where?
-Ridley Road to the shul. -Bastards.
You can't send me home.
What have you done?
For 20 years, 20 years, I have been training infiltrators.
And if I had been your son, I would have been one of them.
It takes months, sometimes years for an individual to be assessed
to become prepared to allow you to set foot
among these fascists. It's unforgivable.
I don't care how you justify it.
It was foolish and reckless. You could've got killed.
-David, we got to tell the rabbi, mate. -You tell the rabbi.
Colin Jordan trusts me. Dad, he's opening up to me.
I'm taking you home. I'm taking her home.
Will you tell your old man it was your idea to go in?
What did you teach me, Daddy?
What was the number-one lesson you drummed into us?
Vivi...
I can talk to the Kleins if that's what this is about.
-You can come back-- -No, sod the Kleins.
You taught me a Jew protects life above all else.
She's right, David.
They're coming for us, Daddy.
We have to act now.
Please.
They know your name, they know your address.
They know the time of the Rosh Hodesh service
and they know the floorplan of your shul.
Toh! Torah. Toh!
It's not your Torah, it's God's Torah. Unless you call yourself God, Samuel,
which your mother might well agree with.
One more time. Your bar mitzvah's two weeks away.
-This is where they're meeting. -Surely it's obvious, Rabbi.
We take the tapes to Special Branch.
No one there fights for us. There's more fascists inside the Met than out!
-Take what you have. -Yeah, but we don't have enough.
We need more insider stuff. Jordan will just play the self-defence card.
Say they're protecting themselves from Yiddish thugs.
You know the score!
Françoise has brought arms.
Please, Rabbi, cancel the service and let me get some proper numbers.
I'm not cancelling anything. I have a grieving mother in my congregation.
You have sent more Jewish boys out to the streets with knives and cricket bats.
Enough already! I'm not an army commander.
I'm not about to make soldiers of my worshippers. Too much violence.
-Sol, too much. -We've got no choice but to fight!
Then go to the police.
And if the fascists destroy the synagogue, we build another one.
We're not a people of place.
Our cathedrals are in the calendar.
-Not on the ground. -I'll go to the union boys from the docks
-cos they still owe us. -No! No more "an eye for an eye."
You go to the police, Sol.
Well, you better start praying, rabbi.
She always does it. She makes it all about her.
-I've told her. -You're losing clients.
People don't want to hear about your mother-in-law.
Share a bit, by all means, but don't keep going on about...
Yeah...
Thank you.
Come on, help me out, you shmucks.
Oh, blimey, look at your hair. It's been a while, has it?
-Roza, is that you? -Yes, Auntie.
Don't put the milk on the carpet.
Put it in the sink, for God's sake.
All right, Auntie.
-Did you put it in the... -I put the milk in the sink.
I told the girls this rug would be a nightmare.
Did they listen?
Do they take their heels off?
Do they give me a thought
when they flick their eye shadow and blush all over the shop?
I don't know.
Why did you put the papers from Uncle's shop back?
Did you not read them?
No, darling, do me a favour? Pass me the bucket, would you?
I thought you said you were beside yourself with worry.
You say you are kept in the dark.
-But you don't want to know, do you? -Roza.
Mr Epstein is taking care of things.
He's given me his word.
What am I supposed to do?
I've got the electrician coming on Thursday.
The whole living room needs rewiring.
I'm behind on the darning. Not to mention the silverware.
He's told me she's at the theatre. She's...
She's having a lovely time at the theatre.
What?
Birth certificate.
Why has he got a girl's birth certificate?
Bank accounts.
What's he been doing?
Yes, I think so.
I think that's right. About half past four, I think.
Four mongrel lads, yes.
Yes, thanks very much.
What's obvious from these recordings
is the use of slurs, racial slurs, the language they use. Most unsavoury.
Yeah, well, you do tend to get that with fascists.
And this march on Ridley Road.
Certainly a concern.
This one appears to be an international operation.
They've got members from Paris, America. This is big.
Sounds like a matter for Special Branch.
I was hoping you'd say that.
And you've been targeted by them personally, have you?
-Yeah, I have, yeah. -Unprovoked?
Well, I wouldn't dream of causing aggravation.
Little four by two like me? Do leave off. They'd rip me to shreds.
How'd you get the tape?
Well, as I told you, it was an anonymous source.
It must have been an inside job.
Some poor sod realises that Jordan's mashugana...
a nut job, and he wants out.
Soly, who sent you the tapes?
Well, I swear, Detective, on my mother's life, I don't know.
-Just dropped down a chimney, did it? -Nah.
Well, where'd you find them?
Where were they sent to?
Perlmutters. Ridley Road.
-The old fabric shop? -Yeah.
You're not in the schmutter trade, though, are you?
No. I own a cab firm.
Why have you got a fabric shop then?
Simple question, Sol.
Are you gonna send these tapes to Special Branch or what?
Just asking what they'd ask me, that's all.
Only trying to give you the best chance of a good result.
But doesn't quite add up.
Does it?
Owning a fabric shop that isn't a fabric shop. Bit fishy, wouldn't you say?
Unless you tell me what you do use it for?
-Curtains. -Curtains?
Yeah. My wife does them. It relaxes her, you know?
After the turn. It used to be just family. Now she does it for all the housewives.
If your missus wants hers redone, you give me a tinkle.
I'll give you a nice little discount.
Who else visits your curtain shop, Soly?
And don't take me for a mug.
There's a crowd of us.
We exchange intel, share what we know and then we warn the community.
-What you gone done and spent now? -Please don't go to the rally, Lee.
Don't start.
Jane is lying about who she is, where she works.
I went there.
To get my hair done.
-They've never heard of Jane Carpenter. -You must have got the place wrong.
Her coat was on the staff peg. It could have only been hers.
-It's got a butterfly on it. -There must be a dozen girls
-with butterflies on their coats. -Not like this.
I'm telling you, maybe she's a undercover police officer.
Why would an undercover police officer be working in a hairdressers?
Don't be daft.
Well...maybe Peter is.
That's why she went from him to the leader.
They're in on it together. It must be a trap or something.
Think about it! Are you still gonna go to the rally?
Of course I am!
What if you get arrested again? I can't cope on my own.
I'll be all right.
I'll be all right!
They going to arrest you.
-I know it. And I'm going to be on my own. -Move.
I can't have them take another baby away, Lee. I can't cope with that.
Apologies for the delay.
I tried my best, but it's not good news, sadly.
You better be joking.
At the end of the day, Mr Malinovsky, they do have a permit.
Not much we can do if they're doing things by the book.
But what about the relentless campaign of harassment, the attacks, the abuse?
There would need to be a full investigation.
Well, do a bleeding investigation!
A young boy of my community was killed, Detective! And you lot have done nothing!
No interviews, no charges!
We found evidence of a house party gone wrong.
-Glass bottles. -A bottle of cherry pop ain't evidence!
Bottom line is Mr Jordan has a legal permit.
In this country, we practise freedom of speech.
If these tapes had any evidence
of violence or weapons... But a bit of bad language?
What kind of country would we be if we locked people up for saying things
we didn't like? You need proper physical evidence.
Your recordings have been acquired illegally, haven't they, Mr Malinovsky?
I'm afraid the only person breaking the law here is you.
When will you pigs realise that you got blood on your hands?
Beg your pardon?
I said, thank you very much, Detective.
You've been quality. Decent.
A real mensch.
Join the march.
White man's victory, join the march.
You all right, Lee?
Leader's stuck me here, ain't he?
What's up? You all right?
On high alert for moles.
Snakes.
Little grasses.
Hey! Watch it.
Shalom.
Welcome. Welcome.
Shalom, welcome.
Rabbi.
The police?
Perish Judah!
Is man inherently primal? And does he feast upon the Jew
in his depression as the most tempting prey of all?
-Thank you, all. Now listen.
It is the greatest protest that you left your houses today,
that you practise the religious freedom that this country has fought for.
- Inside these doors... - Now...
Now listen to him!
-Listen to your leader!
Inside these doors,
a man, a degenerate, a thief, a snake,
a violator of Christian values
-preaches our destruction. -So he does.
Inside these doors, a man plots the white man's slavery.
Inside these doors, a man spouts lie after lie after lie,
and you're expected to walk by without protest,
as this poison spreads.
-Well, not today!
Today we say the Zionist conspiracy is broken!
Today the shackles of the global elite will break
and the white man will be free!
No more Judah!
No more Judah! No more Judah!
-No more Judah! -No more Judah!
-No more Judah! No more Judah!
What are you doing here?
I thought you said the Leader wanted you back at the Arms.
Change of orders, Lee. Didn't he tell ya?
It's all hands on deck, son. Stop Zionist control!
Please, please remain in your seats. Please.
You heard the Rabbi. He wants you seated.
Get the chairs!
Get the door!
-They're banging the doors down. -It's not safe. It can't be safe.
They are locked. We are secure.
It remains unanswered how such a small minority
asking only to live in peace, to follow their faith and be good citizens
in the upheavals of the world, are the first tinder for its fires.
No more Judah. No more Judah.
-Who called in Spearheads? -Good God!
You told them not to! You clearly said we weren't ready.
Stop them!
What are you afraid of, Colin?
-Tell them to hold back! -Afraid of the strength of your own men?
-Hold back! -Let them know you were coming!
-Hold back! -Hold back!
Let them know you're here, boys!
We've got to call it.
-Call it. -Make your way to the side door, please.
Stay calm. Stay calm.
-Commie thugs are here. -Looks like we got some company!
-Keep calm, please. -Go down, go on.
Get out of here!
-Back it up! All right, just... -Go, go, go, go!
To right, to the right. Yeah.
It's okay.
-You're a yid! You're a filthy yid!
This is the best Jew party I've ever been to. That's it!
You show them what the master race are like!
Stand back, negro!
-Stand well back, I say! -You don't scare me. Boo!
-Yes! -Oi! You!
Jane! Jane!
Come on!
-Peter! Lee's been beaten! Can't get up. -We gotta go, mate.
-Surrounded by yids. They'll kill him! -Pigs are here!
Can't just leave him, mate! I can't leave him!
Françoise!
-Françoise!
For god's sake. Where is she?
I'm here.
You called in Spearhead?
You commanded them without my permission.
They are my reserves.
Where's Rockwell? You didn't abandon him?
He was in his element, heckling like a hyena.
Crass American bastard.
Toppled like a cheap tent though, the imbecile.
I bet he put you up to it, didn't he?
It wasn't yours to authorise. The police are swarming.
Your name will be dropped in it at the first opportunity.
Fools!
Fools.
Troubling, isn't it?
Why does it have to come to this?
Why does it all have to be so painful?
All any of us really want is a peaceful life.
Maybe I went too far.
Well, there were children in the building.
Is there any sound more satisfying than the squeal of a Jewish child?
-You're sending me away again, aren't you? -Of course I am.
Boys, Françoise is to leave tonight, right away.
Drive her to Lincoln's Inn and make an arrangement
with Austin Carlton to get her to the docks.
Put that down. It's coming with me.
All of this is thanks to me, Colin.
I put my neck on the line to get all of this to you.
Without my help, you'd be living in a fantasy world.
Now you've really got a chance.
Go!
So no sooner have I arrived you're sending me away?
Banishing me, is that it?
I'm not banishing you. I'm evacuating you.
Evacuating me?
-Yes. -Why?
Because this building is about to go up in flames.
Jewish thugs, they've been plotting it for months.
We'll give the police names and addresses, divert attention.
Now go.
Get her out. Go!
You're having far too much fun with her, Colin.
Far too much fun.
Start at the top. Close all the windows.
Exactly like the drill.
It's over for you too, you know that.
You think you can leech around forever without giving him what he really wants?
- I haven't got my book. - Leave everything. Come on.
Come quickly. Put on your shoes. Put them on.
Paul, I said, don't dawdle.
Is Mummy not coming?
-What about my things? -I said no fussing. Do as I say.
-My train... -You'll have a new set. Move.
But I want my book.
-Is there anything I can do, sir? -Jane, let the Leader be.
-Let's just stay out of the way. -By all means go with him.
That's what you want, isn't it?
Wherever I'm most needed, that's where I should be.
Come on.
Let the Leader do his work.
Maybe I should come for Paul's sake.
Take him to the car, quickly.
Don't leave till this is razed to the ground.
Upturn every room. Make it look ransacked.
Here, Peter. Hurry.
Come on.
I got this one.
Come on.
What you waiting for, Peter? Torch the place!
Peter! Let's move!
Jane!
Peter, come on!
Hello?
Roza?
Put your auntie on for me, would you please, sweetheart?
She's not here.
She's gone to stay with her friend for a couple of days.
Roza...
I've been married to your auntie for 29 years.
She has three friends.
She can't stand any of them, let alone spend an evening
in one of their houses.
She's coming to London, isn't she?
Uncle, I'm so sorry.
Thank you, Roza.
It's very late. Come on, darling. I'll tuck you in.
But I'm hungry.
I know. Don't ask for anything. Straight to bed.
But what about my supper?
I'm very glad I found you.