All language subtitles for The Gentle Touch s03e04 Scapegoat

I'll unload, put the car in the garage,
you put the kettle on.

Do you want me to phone Annie?

Well, already.

Before we got our coats off.

She that anxious?

Hello?

Annie!

No, we're just the second arrive.

Sterling Moss is unpacking the car.

Well, between you and me, it's his eyes.

Oh!

Oh, my God!

Oh, we've been broken into.

No, not burglaries.

Vandals.

Oh!

Oh, I'll have to call you later.

Don't touch.

Can't they get in?

The front door? No, the bedroom window.

Please. Why, Martin, why?

Sick. The whole country's gone sick.

Please.

My name is Hirsch.

H -E -R -S -H. Martin Hirsch. My flat
has been broken into and vandalized.

I don't know how to explain it.

It's a feeling of being abused, sullied,
that they have been in here,

in our flat, our home, all our
possessions, and done these

terrible, pointless things.

Did you have any warning?

Warning? Any threatening calls,
messages?

No, nothing at all.

Any trouble with your staff?

At the workroom? Yeah, anyone with a
grievance? No.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

That's sort of half an answer, sir.

It means quite simply, Inspector, that
if business doubled overnight, it would

still be ruinous. But all I need is a
West End showroom in America.

Just a small one. Nothing elaborate.

Well, have you had to lay people off?

Not exactly.

I know, I know. Another half answer.

Put it this way. I don't actively
discourage anyone from leaving.

Bad debts?

Me? Never.

Don't, love.

It's not worth it.

Don't give them that satisfaction.

So it wouldn't be anybody with a
business grudge?

Can't think of anyone.

What, you think this is business?

You obviously don't.

I know it isn't.

Swastika. You know, it comes from the
Sanskrit, swastika. You know what it

means?

It's one of the big jokes of the
century. It means conducive to well

Well -being.

Isn't that funny?

Unfortunately.

Six million people died laughing.

You have a theory, Mr. Hirsch.

Theories? Don't they say the devil makes
work for idle hands?

I'm not sure that I follow.

The streets around here are full of
young people with no work. No prospect

work. No real education.

They need something to do. Someone to
pick on.

They need a scapegoat.

People like you?

Yes. Oh, come on, Inspector. You work
this area. You know the score.

Swastikas on the synagogue, broken
windows, graffiti.

A dead pig's head in the cemetery.

How long have you been away, Mr. Hirsch?

Since Friday. You went for Shabbos?
Yeah.

Don't get me wrong, though. In my life,
Cheryl always came second best to Upton

Park.

You went to your daughter's? Hmm.

Just beyond Lewison.

Is it a regular event?

Regular? No.

Once a month, something like that. Not
always the second one. Oh, no, no, no.

Nothing like that. Would you tell anyone
you were going?

No.

Sylvia? No.

How long have you lived here?

Twenty years.

More. Good neighbours?

Adequate. Who cares any more?

Like, if you were laying on the
pavement, they'd step around.

They wouldn't deliberately walk on you.

People today.

Any luck with Prince?

No, sir, nothing.

Taken any photos yet? First thing
tomorrow, they say. Well, let's make

is first thing tomorrow, yeah? I mean,
I'm being leaned on from above. They're

waving a big stick. They want this one
sorted out as soon as possible. Maggie,

now what do we know about this man,
Hutch?

Rag trade, small workshop back of Maddox
Street.

Successful? Used to be.

But not anymore.

Recession's clobbered his end of the
market.

Admit it.

Really? He's a pretty straight
character. He's no funny.

How many work for him?

I don't know. Jake, you did a break in
there, right? Yeah, I did.

Well, come on, it's not that cold. Why
isn't there any heating?

Maintenance all gone to church. Jake,
you were saying, how many? About half a

dozen. Ten top whack. Mainly old biddies
been with him, most of them since...

Well, since the new look.

When was that?

You don't remember?

No. 47.

What was it?

Well, sir, it was... Go on.

It was the first new fashion style after
the war.

What? Yeah, Christian Dior mainly, then
Balmain and Jacques Fet. His wife could

eat no lean. That's very good, sir.

Jake Barrett, news at ten. Harry
Sprouse. Yeah, trolling around in his

heels and pantyhose.

How come you know so much about women's
fashion?

No, his next girlfriend studied fashion.
I helped her swat. All right. Well,

it's just as well you don't work out of
Savile Row.

All right, Jake of the Hidden Depths.
Now, what's the state of play for

like her? Pretty diabolical.

Quality's out.

So it's not likely to be an envious
competitor.

Well, it doesn't sound like it. Another
thing, sir, the rag -tread being what it

is, any other competitor would probably
also be Jewish. I don't see anyone

Jewish.

There's also some pretty tasty
miniatures in the flat. I love a knick

Quality gear, untouched, worth a bomb,
so... So, we're back with our black

gangs.

Neo -fascists, Nazis, assorted
comedians, etc.

He seems to think... Hirsch, I'm talking
about. He seems to think that it's the

work of some out -of -work layabout.
Could be.

Skinheads? Kids just left school? So,

let's ask around.

Snouts with youthful contacts. Jake.
Right, sir. Now, Maggie, that friend of

yours, what's her name?

Oh, yeah, Jackie. I'll give her a bell.
She's into that scene, isn't she?

Swastikas on her knickers?

Eh? Darn boy.

Possibly. What have we got?

Column 88, League of St. George, British
Movement, Odds and Sorts on the

National Front.

That might be worth a word with Special
Branch. Could be. See to it, yeah. That

Martian planning for the Wildback.

Check it out. We don't want Holocaust II
starting on this patch, do we?

Yes, I think the house feels the same.
You have that bit into the Grove Road

synagogue?

Okay, back on your bikes.

Don't let the grass grow.

Just be in time for evening song.

What sort of vermin, huh?

I didn't want to tell you.

Didn't want to bother you, but... Last
week, round our way, some skinhead sat

a rabbi.

Nothing really serious, just broke his
glasses, jostled him around.

Germany in the 30s. Not that bad, thank
God.

Yet.

You want me to see if I can wash some of
that off?

No, no, the police said to leave it.

There's a photographer coming in the
morning. Who came to sleep here with all

this? Who's going to sleep?

Anyone mind if I smoke?

Can I say something?

Feel free.

Right on the walls, if you prefer.

It's something I've been meaning to say
for a long time. Now seems like a very

good moment. Now's a good moment.

That's reassuring.

I talked this over with Colin.

Time I made a move. Marty. You sit still
and listen. You hear that? The children

end up with the parents' lines.

Another year, you'll want to know if I
peed and washed me hands.

Listen.

We don't like you living so far away.

We don't like it either. You move
closer.

So, that's settled it. You move.

Why? Why not?

I'll tell you why not. Because we're
older. Old trees have deep roots.

You've got to be older to use arguments
like that.

Listen, we've lived around here all our
lives. We know everyone.

Everyone? Everyone you ever knew moved
away years ago. If we lived near you,

we'd be strangers.

And how would I run the shop from
Lewisham? Well, since you raved it,

next point.

Ah, I see. Move, shut the shop.

Cut yourself off. Be a burden.

Pass me my razor. I've talked this over
with Sylvia and we... Well, we talked

about it in general terms.

Fine. You go.

I'll stay.

With things like this happening... Well,
maybe the police will catch someone.

Maybe. What? You know something I don't?
They all left here and went away on

holiday.

Dad, you know how many nice Jewish boys
become policemen?

No. What's that prove?

Nothing. Listen, whatever the police do,
I don't do. You think some...

Nazi nudnik, some wet -behind -the -ears
kid with a yard brush instead of a

hairstyle? You think he's going to make
me move? Never.

Kids who make friends? There's plenty of
old people in the neighbourhood. I'm

not old.

I'm middle -aged.

I'm late middle -aged. OK, OK.

Come to Sunny Lewis and join the other
lame ducks.

The government's against lame ducks. So
am I. I voted for them.

God help me.

How much longer are you going to work?

Listen, I'm too young to sit in a park,
watch the dogs yancing all over the

place.

Zeta comes. It should be an event in
those children's lives.

If I'm around all the time, I'd be like
a bad smell.

Oh, my God, here he is again.

I want to be Santa Claus, you
understand?

Not the bloody postman.

Jackie?

Poppy? Yeah, what's that now?

I'll put you one in.

I called round to see you last week.

Yeah, me mum's there.

What's all this old moody about wanting
to go to prison?

With my Jimmy, he's been done again.

So how would that help? He was only
shoplifting. That's not true.

It is. It isn't. So what happened then?
He assaulted the store detective.

Yeah, well.

No, well about it, it was a punch -up.
He broke his nose.

Jackie, he's trouble.

It's like Brighton Rock. It's printed on
him all the way through.

Oh, you sound just like my mum.

Well, listen to her, then. She makes
sense.

Come on. I didn't bring you in here to
fool you out.

Nazis.

Hitler Youth.

Fascists. Hard -faced.

You know anything about them? What do
you mean? The marchers. People like

Know any of them?

A few of them.

Been to any of their meetings?

Thought they were for fellows.

They are, mainly.

Well, no. They've turned over a few
packy shops, done a few muggings, things

like that.

Do you know what a swastika is?

Of course I know.

Blimey, you got me pegged for a right
idiot.

Won't come to you for no reference.

You seen them painted on walls?

Yeah, the big one down the end of our
street.

What's it on?

Factory. What's it on? Printing work.
Who owns it?

It's called Edelman's.

Right, so come on, give me some names.

Jew baiters, paki bashers.

There's a club you do well to look at.

Joey's Place.

OK. Sort of cellar.

A posted armpit, someone called it.
Weren't far wrong either.

Come on, give me your name or two.

Er, Denny Sutton. Ring a bell?

No. He's got a tattoo, you know, a
winged eagle.

That's not illegal.

Says he knifed a rasta.

That is.

Used to be in the National Front.

Jacked it in, said it was for jerk.

Anyone else?

I'll get paid for this. You owe me.

Fair enough.

You know Rick Sloan?

Not yet.

Little mouth, no bottle. Just my
opinion.

Great speechifier.

Right, so, where does he hang out?

Hello. I didn't hear you come in.

Are you all right, Sylvia? Oh, you gave
me a fright.

How come?

I saw your cigarette.

That's where I put it.

I thought our visitors had come back.

Oh, my God.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Sorry.

I thought I'd give you a treat cooked
supper.

Oh, lovely.

But how did you get the key? I called at
the shop, got Marty's. Oh, you

shouldn't have. It's a long drive and
the children need you. Colin's home. He

doesn't leave again till Friday.

Good shopping?

Marty's birthday.

But my heart wasn't in it.

I know it's silly, but I can't get this
out of my mind.

That's not silly.

But there should be so much hatred in
the world, it terrifies me.

It is frightening.

Let's be devils and have a sherry.

Why not?

Sit down, put your feet up, I'll do it.

Did your dad say what time he'd be home?

Not late, I made him promise.

I suppose he didn't say anything about
moving.

No word, not referred to him.

Cheers.

I'll get over it, I know.

But right now, I really hate this place.

It's dead.

Everything I felt for it, gone.

Six months' time, you'll have forgotten.

You think so?

Well, maybe not forgotten, but you know
what I mean.

Sam, it's Marty.

Marty!

Martin Hirsch, for heaven's sake, who
else?

Listen, you go to the game Saturday?

Oh, you should.

That Brookie, he really is something.

If only you were 19.

If only I were 19.

Listen, here, hang on a minute.

Sam, what happened to that order we were
talking about?

The skirts.

Sam, don't make me beg.

I haven't enough to keep going.

Another week they'll be showing their
own shrouds.

Look, what kind of a living is it on
dreck like that? Shock me. Give me a bit

quality for once.

Such dribs and drabs.

Listen, if I'm to deal in rubbish, at
least let me do it in bulk.

Furs? You must be joking.

Manny Jacobson went under three years
ago.

Hmm?

Why?

Conservationers. Great for beavers and
squirrels, not so hot for a furrier.

Sam, Sam, listen to me. We're straying
from the point.

It took us some tish.

Ten dozen skirts or not.

I'm... Sam.

You're one of the fine to mention.

Son of a...

Hicks alone?

Yeah. Who wants to know?

Why'd you run away?

Exercise. Oh, yeah.

We'd like a chat.

Oh, your name's Rick.

Rick. Now, what's that shop for?

Eric. What else?

I can think of one or two other things.

Well, they'll shine me down and have an
audience, innit? What, are you cold?

No. No?

So, what have you got all this junk
round your neck for, then, huh?

I mean, what are they, anyway? You know
what they are.

Jake, you recognise any of them? Good
luck, Jones.

Oh, is that what they are?

Take them off.

What? You heard.

Now? Now.

I mean, they wouldn't lift over your
head, would they?

Just.

Ah, snuggly craftsmanship.

They're pure gold, are they? Of course
not.

I've seen better things come out of
Christmas. Crack.

What are they made out of? Fillings from
people's teeth?

You read about that?

Of course.

You have?

Sure. You don't know what I'm talking
about, do you? Eh?

Dumb bastard.

Jake, you have a word with him. See if
you can get on his wavelength.

What, do you smoke?

Yeah. You shouldn't. It's bad for you.

You're a Nazi.

It's no secret.

Well, yes or no?

Yeah, there's no law against it, is
there?

Well, it depends how you behave.

Now, you go round carving your initials
on rabbis' knees and scribbling on

people's walls. There is a law against
that. You done any of this? No. I'm

sorry, I didn't hear. I said no.

So what do you do?

What, you mean work? No, we want to know
what a young upstanding Nazi does with

himself.

We prepare.

And nothing was stolen?

No. You've checked? Yes.

Quite often, you see, houses are broken
into, and it's some weeks before people

realise a suitcase is missing. No, no,
nothing was taken, I'm sure.

So all we're talking about, then, is...
Damage to furniture and fittings. Yes.

That's covered, isn't it, in the house
and contents policy?

Oh, yes, of course. And it's just these
two rooms.

Oh, and the broken window.

Now, Mrs. Hirsch, do you know a
decorator? Somebody who's going to

Oh, excuse me. That'll be my husband.

Right.

Hello, love.

Martin, this is Mr. Pittman.

Morning, Mr. Pittman. Mr. Hirsch. He's
from the insurance company.

Oh, yes. Well, I think we've got all the
insurance we can cover. No. No, Martin.

I asked Mr. Pittman to call round. It's
about the claim you're making for the

damage to the decorations.

I see.

I didn't know we were claiming.

Well, I thought you had enough to worry
about.

There's no problem.

It could be that the company will ask
for a little more security on that

window, but I don't think so. I don't
want a claim.

Mr. Hirsch, I think you misunderstood
me. I understand perfectly.

No claim.

Why not?

It falls within the terms of your
policy, Mr. Hirsch. No claim.

Why not?

I have to explain?

Not to me, sir, no. To me?

I asked Mr. Pitman earlier. Oh, that's
all right, Mrs. Hirsch. No, I want to

hear, yes?

Look, this happened because we're
Jewish, correct?

Well, I wouldn't go so far as to say
that. Oh, obviously.

If we'd been Protestants or Catholics
or... This would never have happened.

Look, we claim for an incident like
this, insurance companies will start

different terms.

So much for Indians, so much for Irish,
so much for... No!

No!

I want no part of it.

That must report so far.

It's one or two local groups that we're
talking to. We picked up some literature

in a club. It might lead to a
prosecution.

They desecrate the cemetery. They break
up the synagogue.

Paint slogans all over me walls.

And you've picked up some paper.

Well, that's how it is with police work,
sir.

A lot of questions, a lot of statements,
and a lot of hot shoe leather.

Inspector, let me ask you something.

Fire away.

It's my opinion the police are not as
keen on pinching righties as lefties.

This would have been the angry mob that
would be behind bars by now.

Any truth in that?

Mr. Hirsch left right or centre their
lawbreakers.

That's how the police force views them.

The maintenance of order, the protection
of life and property, the detection and

prevention of crime and the prosecution
of the offender.

That's what the book says.

Fine words.

And mint.

We'll see.

So what's Nazi mean?

Don't get you. See? Told you.

Nazi. N -A -Z -I. What's it mean?

Well, it's the name of the party, isn't
it? Which party?

Two Short Planks. Means National
Socialist Short Fork, yes?

If you say so. How old are you, Sloan?
What's that got to do with... Just

the question, son.

22. 22. That means you were born, what,
13, 14 years after Hitler died?

No, but that's my loss.

Your loss.

What do you know about it?

Oh, come on. You go round handing out
the bump, shouting Heil Hitler, Sieg

What are you shouting about?

What's he hire me? Do you know?

What do you mean?

You go around shouting and you've no
idea what it is you're shouting about?

You could be asking for the toilet for
all you know.

But this tart story, what's it for?

Your hero is he, Herr Hitler?

One good alone, Adolf Hitler.

You read Mein Kampf?

I what?

He has to have his bean all read to him.
Let me mark your card for you.

Hitler was an Austrian house painter.

He was so poxed up by the end he
couldn't see straight, think straight,

straight. He's your hero.

Fantastic.

The Nazi publicity machine was run by a
man called Goebbels, Dr.

Goebbels.

He was Jewish -educated, married to a
refugee brought up by Jews.

Now, Hitler's Air Force, the great look
-after, masterminded by a Marshal

Goebbels, who came, believe it or not,
out of a Swedish mental home where they

said he was too potty to bring up his
own kids.

So I go on.

They just wanted to purify Germany, and
we're going to do the same. Look, it's

garbage. The people that he's against,
they're all smarter than him. That's

their crime, yeah? They've done more,
and they work harder. They'll be there

doing things while he's out handing
around the funny pages.

Oh, yeah, I'd like them back.

You'll be lucky.

Legal egos looking at them.

They've all been vetted.

Yeah, we've got our own lawyers, you
know. Go on. We're not that daft. Don't

on it.

How do you know Martin Hirsch, then?

Hirsch? That's the name.

I don't know. Lives around Jorby. Well,
so do a lot of people.

Where were you Sunday?

Brighton. Little sea breeze?

No, student rally. Saturday and Sunday.
Don't tell us you're a student.

No, thank God.

What are you, then?

What, when I'm working?

Yeah. Oh, I do a bit of decorating.

Who doesn't?

When was your last job?

Christmas. Which Christmas?

Now, let's get back to Martin Hirsch.

Oh, yeah, I've forgotten about him.
What's all this about?

His flat was broken into, vandalised.
Sort of graffiti your people specialise

in. Swastikas, stars of David, messages.

You get the drift.

And you think it could have been one of
our lot?

The thought did occur.

Well... You find out who did it and let
me know his name.

Why? I want to meet him.

What for?

I'd like to shake his hand.

Don't get him out of here.

What time they coming?

Uh, 12.

Everything ready?

Could have been ready yesterday, the day
before at the Finch.

Such is life.

The skirts, machining the zips?

My, such a question.

When did you last hand stitch a zip?

I can dream.

Sure, but Lloyd George is long gone.

Mr. Hirsch, you got a minute?

I got a whole hour full.

A good friend of mine works for Leveson.
She should be so lucky.

She says one of the girls there heard a
rumour.

Rumours? A rumour that, well, you
know... No, you know. I don't. That's

you're telling me.

Well... Yes.

That things here are in a bad way.

Marla, tell me.

How long have you been with me?

Since the war.

And have you ever known a time when
things weren't bad?

True.

This is fashion.

Not merchant banking.

We deal in dreams.

An ugly duckling goes into a shop, not
to buy a blouse or a skirt, but to come

out looking like Blondie.

Girls still want to look like Blondie.

The only Blondie I knew was married to
Dagwood.

I was hired to know the whole world go
pot shop.

Everybody wants to look as though they
were dressed by army surplus.

All I wanted to say, Mr. Hirsch, was if
things... are that bad.

They are not.

If they get that bad and if maybe a cut
in salary would help.

Mara, my love, I don't pay you what
you're worth as it is.

Half a cheque is better than no cheque
at all. Well, pray it never comes to

that.

Cheers, Martin.

And what's on the menu this week?

A couple of warehouse blags. Same firm,
we think.

Some sophisticated carpet.

Usual selection of wage snatches. Oh, I
must put myself in rubber gloves.

Coffee? Wouldn't say no.

A strange one on this week.

Jewish character from the rag trade.

He went away for the weekend. Somebody
broke in and...

Dwarfed anti -Jewish slogans all over
his walls.

That's nice.

Yes. Very.

Top of the milk or cream?

Oh, I've got to watch my cholly, um...
Cholly... Cholesterol. Yeah, and I'll

have a cream.

Yeah, we're going through. Stay here.

Oh, stay here. It's warm.

It's a bloke in my boozer.

Prince of Mount Bosa is real anti
-Semitic.

Anti -everything, for that matter.

He reckons the Jews will trade on the
last war for the next hundred years.

Oh, that's a bit hard.

Yeah, I told him, you should have been
at Belsen, mate. You might think a bit

different. Yes, I bet.

If something stays with you, no matter
how long you live.

You weren't there, were you, Dad?

Spring of 45.

With the Second Army, just after we
crossed the Rhine.

I never heard this before.

You don't know everything about me.

Well, Mum never mentioned it.

I never told her.

Why not?

Well, some things you don't talk about.

What were you doing there?

We went in with medical supplies.

You weren't the first.

No, no way.

The bulldozers were there the time we
got there.

Unbelievable.

Well, to give you some idea, 13 ,000
died after we got there.

Stubation?

Typhus, dysentery.

One small pond of drinking water, full
of corpses floating there.

They didn't look like bodies, most of
them.

Looked like they was made of rubber.

Didn't seem like flesh at all.

And some of them, the stronger ones,
were standing there picking lice off

other.

Oh, dear.

It's true, love. I saw it with my own
eyes.

And the stench.

It's something I'll never forget.

I don't know whether it was the burning
bodies or the gas or... Never forget it.

Never.

So how would you feel now if...

You were Jewish and someone painted a
swastika on your bedroom wall.

Me? Yeah.

Having seen what I saw, I feel pretty
bloody terrified.

Where's your newspaper published?

At Norwood.

And how widely does it sell?

Eight editions every Friday.

It retails through 600 newsagents south
of the river. So how come you got on to

me? Oh, we all do the rounds.

Fire brigades, courts, police stations.

Incidents like this one I've been
following up. So all of a sudden I'm a

celebrity in Norwood. What happened to
you, Mr. Hirsch? It's happening to a lot

of other people, one way or another.

Don't tell me. Tell the police.

They're the ones being convincing.

How do you account for what's going on?

Apathy.

Disintegration of society.

Like to explain?

Sure. Who cares about anything anymore?

Really cares.

Listen. I have an errand boy. Comes in
here, drives the van, sweeps out, cleans

the windows.

You criticise him, he always has the
same answer.

What's it matter?

So, what does anything matter anymore?

You can't really believe that.

Can't I? I do.

You have a theory. You must have facts
to support it.

Must I? Sure.

Right.

Facts.

Fact number one.

84 people killed by a bomb in Bologna,
August 80.

Fact number two. The Oktoberfest bomb in
Munich, October 80.

Fact number three. The synagogue blown
up in Rue Copernic, Paris, October 80.

And these were all anti -Jewish
incidents?

You blow up a synagogue in my book,
you're not exactly pro -Jewish. No, I

the other two.

The fascists. Clank credit for them
both.

All three incidents occurred abroad.

Doesn't that imply... No, no, not at
all. Plane travel. What's Turing from

London? Two hours.

Now, listen, my girl.

These are warning bells.

And what happens if they're not heeded?

You want to know what I really believe?

Well, that's why we're here.

Another Kristallnacht.

Excuse me, Mr. Hirsch. I'm not as old. I
mean, I don't exactly understand what

Kristallnacht means.

You're lucky. Who wouldn't want to be
young?

It means night of glass.

It was the night when the Germans
officially turned on the Jews.

Fires, broken windows, hence the name.

7 ,000 businesses destroyed.

Nearly 100 Jews killed.

Violence, torture, 30 ,000 arrests.

When was that? November 38.

Can you really believe that that could
happen here?

I ask myself one question.

Is England today any more civilized than
Germany then?

One would hope so.

Yes.

The Germany of Einstein, Freud, Max
Lieberman, Otto Warburg, Toller,

Lubitsch, Bruno Walter. You still hope?

Yes. Yes.

Well, I hope the economy comes good
again.

I hope the unemployed find work. I hope
the reds stay under the bed. I hope

someone finds the courage to stand up to
the oil -rich Arabs.

Between us.

We're using up a lot of hope, aren't we?

Morning. Morning.

What's this? Trying out a bus's chair? I
came in to read a couple of statements.

How's retirement?

Retirement? I like that I'm busier than
ever.

Oh, not true, surely.

You think old Bill likes red tape? You
should see an insurance business. Oh, I

don't believe it. Fantastic.

Across the road, I have to put in a
chitty.

Oh, thanks for the warning.

Where are we going? The tank?

Is it all right with you?

Yeah, that's right.

How's Susan?

Oh, she's great. Sends her love.

And the governor?

Oh, he's pretty fit.

Upward and onward? I haven't heard
anything.

Well, he's got time.

Plenty.

Who's dealing with that Hirsch breaking?

Oh, is that one of yours?

Well, it's one of many.

Well, I am amongst others. Funny
character.

You think?

Maggie, are you taking poker lessons?

No, I'm not.

I haven't got the time.

I don't know him that well, honestly.

Look, there's a good 200 to 300 quid
worth of damage under that flat, right?

At least that I should imagine.

Well, he's not claiming.

He's not?

No. Why not?

Doesn't think it's right.

Did he say so? Yeah.

She called me in. She was chosen. Why
did you do a thing like that?

Principle, I think.

These days?

That's why I said he was strange.

I hate surprises.

I'm afraid there's nothing pleasant
about this one.

Unpleasant surprises I hate even more.
Sylvia, please don't joke.

Yesterday I had this bonfire.

You remember all those dead roses and
geraniums we should have lifted? Yeah, I

remember.

Right, well, I had this enormous pile of
stuff and I needed something to carry

it in.

Colin suggested the dustbin.

Everything's in one of those big black
plastic bags.

So that's what we did.

Anyway, later I went to replace the bag,
needless to say.

It burst! Had to be.

Bottles, tins, jars, hooverings.

Also, this.

What is it?

Paint.

Paint?

Well, I don't follow.

Am I being unduly dense?

Can I tell you something?

Why not?

It's not quite the same colour yet, but
when it dries... Annie, what are you

saying?

I think I'm saying... No, I am saying...
Martin put these in the

dustbin.

Martin? Yes.

Oh, you mean he found them here and then
he took them... Oh, no.

Of course not.

Well, what do you mean?

Well... Say it, for God's sake.

Sylvia.

I think Martin did all of this. The
break -in, everything.

You're mad.

What other explanation is there?

Well, I've no idea, but I know he
wouldn't do this.

Why?

To his own home?

He loves this place.

No.

Impossible. It's not impossible. Well,
why?

Reasons. There'd have to be incredible
reasons.

Well, I can suggest some. Well, what?

Well, he... Well?

All right.

A sort of frustrated desire to make
people sit up and take notice.

To make them do something. You know how
he is.

How deeply he cares, how he worries. I
know how he cares about this place.

Wouldn't do it.

Not to me.

He'd know how much... No, it's not
possible.

You hear that Mr. Hirsch is not claiming
on his insurance?

I don't know as we should necessarily
read reams into that, do you?

I agree.

I think he's a bit of a nutcase.

Yes, he would.

Yeah, naughty.

He's going to Croft Week. What, again?

I've got a couple of niggles.

Now, you persecute people, even Nazis.
You create martyrs, rallying points.

Wouldn't want to do that.

Agreed. But what's the alternative?

Low profile.

Well, where does low profile end and
doing nothing begin?

Yeah, I know, I know. But even calling
them Nazis gives them a phony status, a

spurious glamour. Come on, they're bums,
basically. Thugs, nihilists.

Now, you try and snuff them out, you run
the risk of increasing their

determination to survive.

So what exactly are you suggesting? That
we do nothing?

No, not nothing. I realise this is
exactly what Mr Hirsch predicted.

What is? That we do nothing.

That we're into nicking left -wingers
and not right -wingers. Oh, that's bull.

Is it? Oh, Maggie, come on, don't be
daft. You know that's rubbish.

With respect, sir, shall I tell him that
to Hirsch?

Celia. In here.

You all right, love?

Yes.

Migraine?

Good. Hey.

Brought you some cheesecake.

Listen. Ten dozen skirts.

And in one order yet.

How about that?

Maybe we've turned the corner.

To be faked by... Yet another corner.

Hey, are you going to get up?

How could you do it, Martin?

Do what?

That!

You've gone potty.

Annie found the paint sprays, aerosols,
whatever you call them.

I don't know what you're talking about.
Oh, don't, please.

It's bad enough, but that lies as well.

How could you do it?

Someone has to do it.

Do something.

You care so little for your home, for
us, for me. You let me come in

first and find it.

Oh, how could you?

I love this place.

It was us.

Now I don't care if it goes up in smoke.

Last time, we were too trusting.

We won't make that same mistake again.

Break the body, break the spirit, break
the heart. What are you talking about?

That was the motto of Buchenwald.

Oh, Marty, for Christ's sake, that's
over.

35 years over, finished, done with. No,
it goes on.

You were a teenager, eventually.

They were polite. They trusted the
police, believed in the establishment.

It doesn't work. You're sick.

You remember Lod Airport?

Of course. I remember.

It took Moishe Diane just 34 seconds. No
bargains. No deals. Jews no longer

shuffle. They stand.

They fight back.

Oh, Marty.

Still working.

An unexpected windfall. An order of ten
dozen skirts.

It's lovely lining.

Time was when I never had to piece
linings.

Do false hems. Machine in the zips. Not
any longer.

Afraid not.

You know what he'd do if he had any
sense?

Call it a day.

And will he?

Not until he has to.

I was just going to leave him a note,
OK?

OK, Inspector.

I'll lock up when you're finished. We'll
walk down together.

They came late on the Friday and went
back on the Sunday. And that was the

routine? Yes.

So he was with you the whole time?

Apart from the football.

Yeah, tell me about it.

Well, West Ham are one of his old loves.

Whenever he comes over, he usually goes
up to see the match. So what time did he

leave?

Approximately. Quarter to two.

And when did he get back?

About six.

He doesn't hurry. He waits for the
ground to empty. He doesn't get jostled.

Did he talk about the match?

To whom? My stepmother knows as much
about football as I do.

Which is less than nothing.

A lot less. Who won?

They did. Maybe... The Hammonds. Score?

No idea.

This business at your father's flat,
have you any ideas?

No.

He's a very caring man, isn't he, Mr.
Hirsch?

Is he?

Well, why so cautious?

I didn't realise I was being... Are you
always as nervous as this?

No. Well, you keep fidgeting with your
hands, chewing on your lipstick.

Inspector, I'm not used to being
questioned by the police. It's a

I could have done without.

Your father worries a lot.

Don't we all? Well, he more than most.

It's a Jewish trait.

Really? I'd say so.

Particularly of his generation.

You think maybe that's why he was
singled out for this treatment?

I wouldn't know.

You're fencing.

So are you.

It's my job.

Are you close to your father?

Pretty close, yes.

Especially since my mother died. You
married out of the faith. Was that any

hassle? No.

What do you expect him to do, sit
shiver?

I don't understand you, dear.

Initial disapproval, then it was never
mentioned again.

Why did he do it?

Do what?

We know.

Know what?

Up to a point, Mrs Dawson, loyalty is a
very good thing, but don't carry it too

far, though.

Is that a warning?

It sounded like one.

Then I've nothing more to say.

Really? Really.

Oh, no, I think you have more for me,
yet a lot more. Either you or Mrs Firsh.

You see, let me be frank. I've been
reluctant to involve her up until now. I

mean, there's police cars, sitting
around police stations, official

It is all a bit of an ordeal.

I mean, especially at her age.

You're a bastard, aren't you?

As been mentioned.

What sort of game was it?

The result was right, but frankly, I was
disappointed.

Well, can't be cup final every week.
True.

You go once in a blue moon, you expect
miracles.

Trevor Brooking on song? Oh, perfection.

Had a good game.

Marvellous.

Mr. Hirsch, he took an early knock on
the ankle, was substituted.

Well, I must have confused him with
somebody else.

Mr. Hirsch, you're not claiming on your
insurance for the damage.

That's true.

May I ask why?

It's a matter of principle.

Because the damage was self -inflicted.

I don't understand.

You did it, but you're basically too
honest to claim.

Should I be flattered or angry?

You've seen these before?

I don't think so.

Purchased by you at your local Unipart
store last Friday week.

Page 32.

Photo of a shop in Vienna.

The identical anti -Jewish slogans that
were painted on your wall. Same hanged

man, same star of David Poseidon.

Where was it you found this book,
Maggie? Mr. Hirsch's office.

Mr. Hirsch.

I think it's time we heard from you.

Remember how it happened last time?

Unemployment. Inflation.

A lot of gullible kids waiting to be
led.

They're mostly turned up.

It's different now.

It was different then.

It couldn't happen here.

Those were the very words people used
then. People always say that.

Like they always ask, I know, but you
knew.

Well, the answer is they did know, and
they chose to do nothing.

Like you're doing nothing now.

What do you mean, nothing?

They were Nazi uniforms.

Do you stop them?

Nazi insignia.

They march.

They hold rallies.

Press conferences, they print
newspapers, they hand out literature at

matches. And do you do anything?

And when it's too late, you'll say the
same. We didn't know.

Yeah, yeah.

Like they didn't know when Hitler was
screaming hatred in the Reichstag.

Like they didn't know when their
neighbours were dragged out in the

the night.

Like they didn't know when every village
had a railway siding full of cattle

cars loaded with children en route to
the camps.

Deaf, dumb and blind.

All of them.

All of you, too.

Is that it?

Some of it.

Mr Russell, let me ask you a question.

Who was it who wrote a letter to the
Times in 1938?

Were England to suffer a national
disaster?

I should pray to God to send a man of
the strength of mind and will of Adolf

Hitler.

You any idea?

Either of you two?

It was Winston Churchill.

If he was duped, what chance have you
got?

More to the point.

What chance have I got?

Wasting police time.

I'm sorry, sir. Your time is so
precious.

I feel sorry for you!

Well?

Say it.

Do you really call that wasting time?

Maggie, if every crank and half went
with a... With a sniff of a grievance

started do -it -yourself crime, then
we'd never be able to go out and call

another proper villain. We'd be
finished.

The anguish, the pain, the state of
mind, the damage to that family.

DPP will probably toss it up.

Prosecuted or kill the business.

Paranoia. No.

Paranoia's in the mind. He's not
imagining these things, the marches, the

swastikas, the synagogues.

And he's right.

We're doing nothing.

Okay. He's right.

I'm wrong.

Now, can we get on?