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Your parents must be delighted.

Nice boy. Good family.

I'm ready.

Where's he gone?

Daddy, what have you said to him?

Jeremy asked you, and you said yes.

Jeremy's father asked YOU,
and YOU said yes.

He's gone to London.

- Ridley Road.
- Call yourself Evans, not Epstein.

Don't let anyone know you're Jewish.

I'm looking for Jack Morris.

What secretarial college
are you attending?

No, I'm a hairdresser.

Take this.

- I'm not a political person.
- Yes, you are.

The Jews are the saboteurs of Europe.

Perish, Judah!

Jack?

I do bad things to bad people.

Agh!

We haven't heard from Jack.

You have no idea how to get to him?

Colin Jordan and his NSM thugs
are dangerous.

What if he had a girl?

She could just turn up unexpectedly.

Ask a few innocent questions.

- Miss Carpenter.
- Mr Jordan.

Such a pleasure to meet you at last.

I'd like to thank you for all
the hard work you're doing

for the people of this country.

It's the people of this country
who work hard for little gain.

I'm merely a mouthpiece.

The sound of heavy boots can be
a little incessant in this building.

My apologies.

We should imitate the Indian shaman
and insist on bare feet.

Although I'm not sure that would
go down too well with the lads.

I won't keep you long.

I'm just here to enquire
about Peter Fox.

About his whereabouts.

I'm his friend,

you see, and I haven't heard from him
in a while.

Friend?

Yes.

Well...

Lucky Peter.

I just wondered if he was all right.

I assure you, he's all right,
Miss Carpenter.

It's just...

..I understand the nature
of the work you do,

and the forces that make
that work difficult.

Please don't worry.

It is my life's work to protect this
nation, and that includes my men.

I take my role very seriously.

I just wondered
if you could share where he is.

So where in Manchester
did you grow up?

Manchester, sir? Yes.

Er, near Castlefield.

Near Peter.

Yes.

I see.

And your parents? Your father?

He's a postman.

He was a postman.

My mother's a housewife.

They met at church.

Well, tell him to give me a call
and we can get him involved

in our Manchester division.

Thank you so much for stopping by,
Miss Carpenter.

Mr Jordan,
it would so put my mind at ease

if you could share how Peter is.

Oh, goodness, sir.

We all have wounds to some extent.

Just the nature of what we do.

The sacrifices we make.

Do you have wounds, Miss Carpenter?

Deep wounds that define you?

I'm not sure I understand.

I'm not fooled for a second.

You have the most intelligent eyes
I've ever seen.

Just like my mother.

I'm finding this terribly exciting.

You've come all this way
to knock on my door...

It's not just young love, is it?

Maybe it is. Who am I to pry?

Well...

..to be frank, sir, I...
I do have wounds, as you put it.

I carry the pain of seeing my father
and my grandfather,

both dedicated servicemen of the RAF,
be...

..well, discarded by this country.

I see the coloured men
that have taken my father's job.

I see the Negro hooligan that
terrorises my family's community,

where they once lived in peace
and civility.

I see the blood of foreigners mix
with the blood of my countrymen.

And I know that Peter needs me
in this fight.

Of course, I'm just a girl...

..and I can't make a contribution
in the same way a man might, but...

..my concern,

my dedication is

I have to be involved in this fight
in some way.

It's not about Peter and I.

It's bigger than us.

I can't explain it, really.

I have to know where Peter is so
that I can help him in his work

to get Britain back.

Please.

Lee?

Sir?

I think we'd better
take this young lady on a drive.

- Keep walking.
- I am walking.

- Keep going.
- Keep going where?

Why are you following me?

Because I want you
off this street now.

You want me off the street?
I'm on a public highway.

That's what I'm doing.
Now move.

Go on.

Shit.

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

Get back to Stepney, you sneaky yid!
This ain't your turf!

Why don't you do one,
you Paddy's son?

I'd stay in that car if I was you!

Arseholes!

Yes, yes. Yes, David. Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, of course I did.

I bought her a ticket for the
morning train, but she, er...

..she refused.
Yeah, but, David, listen.

David, just try and calm...
David, calm down.

All right. Uh-huh. Yeah.

He's having a right mare.

How could you lose her, Dad?

How could you let her
out of your sight?

Enough of that.

I'm going straight in the centre,
stake it out.

This is all we need.

Come on! You're going to have to be
stronger than this. Move yourself!

Two, three!

Come on, get over it!

Don't help him! Don't help him!

Wh-Where are we?

You want to see Peter, don't you?

Come on.

Don't look so frightened.

Daddy! Look what I caught.

I put in a leaf for his tea.

Aw, marvellous.

Sorry, sir, he just took off.

It's fine for him to run about.

Who's this?

Follow Elise.
I'll be with you shortly.

This way.

Is this Mr Jordan's house?

On our membership subs
and his teacher's salary?

I don't think so.

So, whose house is it?

Look, Lee won't like me talking.

It's the Duke of Westwick.

He's loaned it to us
for their training.

It's ever so exciting.

When are you due?

November.

Congratulations.

You forget about the sickness.

Forget about your hair falling out.

- Look...
- So it's not your first?

I have something that could help.

I'm a hairdresser.

Oh, it's just blokes
doing their exercises.

So, are you courting Peter, then?

I don't blame you if you are.

He's a looker.

Don't tell my Lee I said so!

Where did Mr Jordan get to?

- Do you think he'll be long?
- Here...

Look at your coat.

Fancy much!

I like the butterfly patch.

Oh. I sewed it myself.

It's not hard.

My dad's a tailor and...

- Your dad taught you?
- Mm.

Well, that's nice.

The only thing my old man ever
taught me was how to rob and drink

and avoid the law, so...

Here, I'd better get a move on with
these pasties for tomorrow.

I've got to get 'em done.

They bury 'em quick.

Bury who quick?

Oh, no, the blooming flour's
gone sticky.

Elise, who buries who quick?

If it don't go well, I'll get it,
won't I?

Lee says they don't need
a packed lunch,

but what else am I going to
do with myself?

Are the lads planning something?

Elise! My flutterby, I've scared it.

Oh!

Let's calm him down, shall we?

He's hurting himself.

Well, if we put a tea towel
around it, it'll think it's night.

Will it die?

Not if you punch some holes
in it for it to breathe.

It doesn't know it's trapped.

Jane?

Jane!

Sorry.

Distracted.

Pack it away by four, Jason.

Yes, sir.

- Push 'em right down the back.
- Such a beautiful house.

Not ours, sadly.
Loaned to us every few months.

Oh.

I managed to get a few days'
training out of it.

Generous gentleman.

The Duke of Westwick?

I saw the crest in the hall.

Ah...

Nothing gets by you, does it?

Listen, it looks worse than it is.

Look... Please don't worry.

He'll be absolutely fine.

We're taking care of him, all right?

Just don't panic him, will you?

Peter!

There's someone here to see you.

Thank you.

Peter, it's me, Jane.

Hello, Jane.

What a nice surprise.

Don't strain yourself, old boy.

Did Mr Jordan bring you here?

Yes, I went to pay him a visit,
and he very kindly drove me to you.

Oh, how kind of him.

Thank you, sir.

You needn't have gone to the trouble.

Ain't it fancy here, Jane?

Very.

Well, you should get Mr Jordan
to walk you round the rose garden.

Apparently it's quite the picture.

Well, I'll be outside.

Perhaps we could keep
the visiting hours

on the shorter side, Miss Carpenter.

Still a long way on the road
to recovery.

Of course.

You can't do this.

I can, Jack.

Come back with me.

Please.

I can't let you stay here
with these animals.

Shh.

You think you can come here
with your best Marilyn impression

and seduce these nutters
out of their views?

- No.
- Who put you up to it?

Soly? Ronnie?
Did they tell you to do all this?

No, actually, it was my idea.

I just want to get you out of here.

Paul, let my friends get
back to work, please.

You show me.

A butterfly.

They're deranged.

They'll eat you for breakfast.

They killed a yeshiva boy.

Did you know that?

Of course I did.

What happened to you?

Is one of them onto you?

- Do they suspect?
- No. They don't suspect.

And I've got to keep it that way.

Tell Sol it was just an accident.

I'm good. I'm still good.

- I've so much to ask you.
- Yes, lock it, please.

- So much I need to know.
- Don't let me keep you!

Load it right away. Very good.

Well...
good luck with your recovery, Peter.

How are we getting on?

All done, sir.

Nice to see you.

Goodbye, Peter.

Goodbye, Jane.

Look at the size of it.

Street in the sky they're calling it.

I've seen 'em shooting up
all through Bow.

Looks like a crematorium,
if you ask me.

All that concrete
with little coffins inside.

I feel buried alive.

Mrs Jones, the council have made
up their minds. You'll have to go.

Besides, you're one of the last
English ladies left on the street.

What is there to stay for?

This is my home.
I raised my boys here.

I've done it nice.

How am I supposed to pack up
60 years?

I'll help you if...

..there's a cup of tea in it.

Come on.

Here you go, ladies.

Thanks. I've got an early start
tomorrow.

It's a huge house. Huge.

I have never seen anything like it.

The duke lends it to them
for training.

I always knew the Duke of Westwick
was a shyster.

That's why I don't like toffs,
riding around on their horses,

sniffing up pheasants.

- Sniffing up pheasants?
- Yeah, yeah.

Whatever it is they do, I don't know,

but I do know that there's fascists
in those mansions.

- The Royal Family...
- All right, all right, Soly.

Now, Vivien, did they tell you
the purpose of the house?

Yes. For training.

Were there men training
in the house, Vivien?

Yes, on the lawn.

There were men doing exercises.

How many?

- How many?!
- A dozen? Two dozen?

- Yes, about that.
- Which is it?

About 15 I saw.

- Maybe more.
- Spearhead.

It's Spearhead.

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.

But now he's got the duke backing him,
he's got his own blooming army.

And that's how we'll get them.

Who else was there, Vivien?

Erm...
A boy.

Paul, Colin's son.

Yeah. A girl.

Sweet, strange.

I couldn't quite put my finger
on what was wrong with her.

She seemed so harmless at first
and then, "Bury their dead quick,"

she said. Casual as you like.

Rolling out pastry for some
operation they were planning.

It's the yeshiva boy, isn't it?

His funeral?

- Are you sure, Vivien?
- I think so.

No. Think very carefully, Vivien.
This could be dangerous.

She said,
"They bury their dead quick."

The boys were preparing
for something.

Well, don't you think
that this is a little nugget

that you could have opened on?

All right, Soly.
Don't distress the girl.

So they ARE planning to cause
a disturbance, and now we know. Hm?

So I'm going to drop over
to the Oppenheims'

and we'll change the location
of the boy's funeral.

Vivien, you should be
very proud of yourself.

You've done a great mitzvah today.

Oi, what are you doing?

He needs backup.

And none of those commie drips,
Ronnie.

I want proper men who ain't
afraid to break a nail.

Now, you see 'em out there safe
and then you make yourself scarce.

You, come with me.

We'll get word. We'll find you
when we need you. Go.

- That's it.
- Keep up.

Come on, move.

Go on, catch him up.

Lads.

Oh, hello, sir.

Hope you don't mind,

thought I'd give this
Strength Through Joy book a try.

Under the Reich, the Fuhrer
sent 22,000 families to the theatre

for the first time.

He wanted to elevate 'em through art.
Ain't that wonderful?

Indeed.

Anything the matter, sir?

I'm onto you, Peter Fox.

- Thank you so much.
- Not at all, not at all. Right.

- Well, goodbye for now.
- Cheerio.

Oh, you must be the lodger.

Yes.

Terrible what they're doing
to our elderly.

Look after her, won't you?

Oh!

You gave me the fright of my life.

You look like a movie star.

Thank you.

They've given me no choice,
the council.

I have to go, else they'll bulldoze
me down with the bricks and mortar.

Be a dear and box up them frames,
will you?

You obviously offended
the young girl.

She ran off all on her own.

So...

..what are your intentions?

She's a nice girl, but...

Nah, not my type.

Well...

..think carefully before you
waste a woman's best years.

She's obviously besotted by you,

to come down from Manchester
and seek you out.

Well, I doubt that's the case, sir.

She probably came to meet you.

People have a lot of respect for you.

I don't think you're quite aware.

Hm.

Hmm.

Yes, well, it is hard to find
nice ladies who are, er,

understanding of the cause.

She seemed most enlightened.

It's unusual in someone so young.

Well, look. Just, er,
be careful, hm?

Don't let distractions
get in the way.

We're making progress, and I need
everyone to be fighting fit, hm?

- Yep.
- That is all.

Will do, sir.

There's a bedroom for you.

I can make it nice till you get
a place of your own.

Don't worry. I'm not going to throw
you out on the street.

Thank you.

That gentleman seemed lovely.

Mr Burns.

He's ever so considerate.

Life and soul of the
community group.

Here.

Wrap these up for me, will you?

Yeah.

15th floor they're putting me.

Apparently there's a view,

but I'll miss stepping out
to the pavement, won't I?

They say there's a lift,
but my friend Vera was stuck

on the 17th floor, and her lift's
never worked a single day

she's been there.

Mrs Jones...

..we can speak, frankly, can't we?

Of course we can.
We get on well, you and me.

You're a lovely tenant.

Would you mind not
telling anyone about me?

It's to do with my fiance.

My ex-fiance.

He could easily cause trouble
for me, so I just want to lie low.

Just for a bit.

I understand.

You have my word.

Sounds a total monster, your ex.
Dangerous.

Very dangerous indeed.

- Jeremy hasn't been sleeping.
- None of us have been sleeping.

We can't sleep.

Well, what can I say?

She seems to have r-really...

..embraced London theatre.

She probably just needs
a little time.

She's 23. She doesn't have time.

Tell them, Jeremy.

Tell them our decision.

Yes, er, right.

It's a bit of a tricky one, really,
but the thing is...

..Dad has decided to let me manage
the commercial properties.

Hand them over in...in my name.

Oh, mazel tov.
What a responsibility.

It's about expanding our portfolio
as well as my bank investments.

It makes sense to keep the rents
running all under the...

..family umbrella, as it were.

So what are you saying?
You're, er...

..going to be my landlord now,
is it?

Oh, no. No. No, no, no, no, no.
Nothing like that.

I know Dad wouldn't dream of
charging family money for rent,

and I plan on being exactly
the same when we're family.

But if, for some strange reason,
we don't end up being family...

..well, then we go back
to a commercial arrangement.

I have to warn you, David,

it is very expensive where you are.

It's a prime location.

Hello!

Er... She might need...

Just one moment.

We can't afford those expensive
rents. Your dad knows that.

We wouldn't be able to keep our
heads above water

if it wasn't for your dad.

Well, then, maybe your daughter
should give that some thought.

Maybe in an interval of Bernard Shaw
over some peanut brittle.

You're very late home, Roza.

Sorry, I had more errands to do
now Vivien's away.

I've got your lunch boxes.

Well, she'll be back soon.

Did you lock up all right?

Yes. Everything is in its place.

Don't worry.

The clients are still here, then?

Hm.

Uncle...

Nothing.

Mind the gap!

We grasp at straws,
as if knowing how she died, or why,

might enable us to bring her back.

Whatever attracts men to women,
she possessed.

Marilyn Monroe was this year's
sex symbol.

Did you do that yourself, Vivien?

Looks terrific.

For this reason, if no other,
she WAS important.

She spent her early years cared
for by people who were paid to do so

in orphanages and foster homes,

born Norma Jean out of wedlock
by a mother who didn't want her...

All right. All right.
I've heard enough.

Turn it off, will you, Vivien?
Chrissy, put a record on, please?

You'd be out on your ear
if my mum found out.

I'm sorry? I don't...

You paid the NSM a visit.

You followed me?

Yeah, I did.

Well, why would you do that?

- You have no right to follow me.
- Who were you seeing?

Was it Colin Jordan?
Does he impress you, or something?

- No.
- You need to be careful, you do.

He's a wrong'un
in more ways than one.

New to town, don't know anyone,

caught in the middle of a fascist
march. Who are you?

Who are you, really?

Oh, don't mind me.

Oh, I love this song.

Da-dah, da-da-da dah...

Amen.

They've moved it.

Devious little snakes!

You want us to smash it up?

Nah. Nah. Come on, let's go.

- I told 'em you weren't coming, Sol.
- What's the matter?

I just want to wish him long life.

I know. I don't think it's a good
idea, my love.

It's not that they blame you,
it's just...

Look, he's being buried in peace.
That's something at least, Sol.

What'd the police say?

They're not interested.

I reckon Jordan's cronies are giving
Jack dodgy intel.

Why else would they tell him
it was just an assessment

and then turn up fully armed?

That kid died on my watch, Nance.

If I'd have done something...

If I would have brought more men...

Those bastards are winning.

They're winning,
and it's killing me.

Waste of time!

Hold up.

She was a rotten old trollop
who killed her babies with drink.

And that's the truth
they won't print.

Her mother didn't want her, and she
sold her body to the highest bidder.

A bed-bouncer, ain't no two
ways about it.

I mean, do I feel sorry for the girl?
Of course I do.

But you have to think she brought
it on herself.

Viv!

You've got to be more thorough
with the colour.

- Sorry.
- Vivien?

Someone's asking for you
to do their set and style.

Hello.

Hello.

- Would you like to take a seat here?
- Yeah, ta.

Sad about Marilyn, innit?

Yes.

I loved her in Some Like It Hot.

Those blokes as birds,
weren't it a scream?

Going anywhere nice
for your holidays?

Yeah, Portugal.

- Ooh.
- You?

Maybe if I'm lucky, I'll get to
Scarborough with my family.

Oh, nice. Never been there myself.

Oh, no! Her teeth.

They're far too white.

- What do you think?
- I'd love to have teeth like that.

Would you? Have another look.

You know what I heard, why Marilyn
loved making movies?

She said that
when the camera's on you,

it's like being with 10,000 men all
at once, but not getting pregnant.

Well, nobody's perfect.

Vivien?

Vivien?

All right?

Come on.

Hello, Vivien.

Vivien, thanks to you,

a grieving mother could bury her son
without harassment.

- A true mitzvah.
- You sorted us out back there.

- You're a natural, sweetheart.
- Yeah.

Now we've got to turn our attention
to your other little discovery,

Colin Jordan's army of bandits.

- Spearhead?
- Precisely.

If we can get evidence
of their funds or their arms

or how they train,
we can get them prosecuted

for being a paramilitary force.

Come here, Vivien.

Now, this is a simple task.

- Now you see that little chap?
- Mm-hm.

That is a cavity transmitter.

Now, you are going to help Jack
plant that wherever Jordan works,

in his library or in his study.
Jack'll know what to do.

I don't know
the first thing about...

No, no, no, no, it's easy-peasy,
love.

Even Nancy's done one.
Well, that was with her sisters,

- which is sort of cheating, but...
- Look, if we get this right,

we can transmit everything they say
onto this recording device.

We can take the tapes
to Special Branch.

So when do you want me to go in,
exactly?

Tonight?

We've got to get ahead of them,
Vivien.

We've got to stop them.
Every second counts here.

Have you told my dad
you're sending me back in?

Well, don't worry
about your old man.

Me and him, we've got an agreement.

Rabbi?

You don't have to do anything
you don't want to do, Vivien.

If you want to go back
to your family,

of course we'll take you.

But the bug will help with Jack,
he can get messages to us.

- Exactly.
- Yeah, all right, boychik.

No, this ain't about Jack no more.
If you're here to get him out,

you can forget about it. You saw it.
He don't want out.

He's in for the long haul,
injury or no injury.

No, no, no, this is about you.

This is about who YOU are.

How is this anything to do
with who I am?

Well, are you anti-fascist
or are you not?

Of course I am.
I don't agree with their views.

- I find them utterly despicable.
- No, no, no.

You misunderstand the question.
Anyone can find views objectionable.

No, it doesn't matter
whether you're non-racist

or you're non-fascist. No, it only
matters whether you are anti.

You see, the question is not whether
you can sit in your salon,

filing your nails and shaking your
head at the wireless,

and then you switch it off and you
carry on with the same old routine.

The question is, what do we do
when we switch off that wireless,

when that programme ends?

An anti-fascist fights.

An anti-fascist does.

Tell us. You overcame great fear
back then to enter those premises

and follow those men and to share
with us invaluable intelligence,

and after you overcame all
those fears and you reached us,

how did you feel?

- Honestly?
- Yeah.

I felt...

..bloomin' fantastic!

Welcome to the 62 Group, Vivien.

What if it gets violent?

It won't, not with you.

I'm not a fighter, Nancy.

I don't know the first
thing about defending myself.

You've got other weapons.

Go in, get it done,

get out.

You ready?

Don't hold back, will you?

- OK.
- Good luck, girl.

Is Mr Jordan in?

- What's happened?
- I got jumped.

They called me Nazi scum.

I hitched a ride from the station.

Wait here.

Sieg Heil!
Sieg Heil!

Elise'll look after you.

Sort her out, will you? Give her
a change of clothes, or something.

Honestly, I don't need a change.

What, in the state you're in?
Of course you do.

You must be soaked through
from that rain.

Lee doesn't really like me looking...

..like, suggestive,
so it ain't very flattering.

But I guess it suits me,
in my condition.

Elise, what happened to your eye?

I told you. If it don't go well,
I get it, don't I?

I just wish they'd send 'em all
back to the ovens.

God, it'd make my life
a damn sight easier.

Yeah.

What?

Oh... Oh, are you shy? I won't peek!

No, no, of course not.

You all right?

Yes.

- Speech!
- Speech!

Speech!

We live in the twilight days
of a doomed age.

It is the specific purpose of fascism
to remove the party system

once and for all.

It is a game which has
run its course.

There is no need for parties
and politicians

and the idle talk of Westminster
while the country burns.

The day is coming when
the broken banking system ends.

Yes, sir!

Yes! Tell 'em!

The day is coming
when the cloven hoof

of the Jewish international financier

who thrives on money shortage

will forever be destroyed.

Spiritual victory is ours.

With the triumph of will,

it will become the physical victory
of tomorrow.

Three cheers for spirit! Oi! Oi!

Oi! Oi!

Oi! Oi!

Jack!

You stopped him causing chaos
at that funeral.

You did it, darling.
That one was yours.

Look.

You beauty.

We need to...

..put it under the desk.

Yeah, let me just...

Come on.

Come on, come on.

Jack...

You can't do this on your own.

- We've got to move quick.
- OK.

Why do they have the Chronicle?

So they know
what businesses to smash up.

Especially when something new opens.
They love to throw a brick in.

Someone's coming.

What can I do, Jack?

- What can I do?
- Shh! Distract 'em, quick.

Jeff told me about your attack.

You're safe here, Miss Carpenter.

Those thugs can't get you now.

Come.

Hello.

Hello?

Hello, David.

I'm coming down myself.

I'm coming.

Yes.

Goodnight.

Any news?

She's at the theatre again.

Oscar Wilde.

Come on, David.

Well,
she's becoming quite the thesp.

Don't worry.

It'll all work out all right.

We'll lose everything.
You heard them.

Is that all you're thinking about,
Isa?

No.

When will you be back?

I'm back when I'm back.

Yes?

I left you some chicken.

Thank you, Auntie.

I try not to feel like it's all
falling apart, but...

..nobody tells me anything.
Left in the dark.

Always have been,

always will be.

I'm a housemaid.

That's all I am,
an unpaid housemaid.

I heard an item about it
on the wireless.

How do you do it?

After all you've been through.

Do what?

Put one foot in front of another.

I don't know.

Reading helps.

Whenever I try to sit down
to a book, my mind just wanders.

- What are these?
- Just look.

We found them in Uncle's office.

Rosa, you mustn't snoop.

You've been so good to me.

I don't want to get in between
anyone, honestly, but maybe

it's time you...

..you found out what he is doing.

Where Uncle goes
when he's on business.

Come on.

- There you are.
- Thank you.

I heard your speech.

I don't quite know what to say.

I have never been so inspired
in all my life.

Well, it's not really a place
for a lady.

Boys tend to get quite het up.

That's just because
they're impassioned,

because you speak so truthfully.

From the heart.

Well...

..I mean every word.

I believe in our
final destiny and the triumph

of National Socialism.

Do you?

Yes.

Are you frightened of me?

No.

- Then what is it, hm?
- This look you give me.

What is it?

I'm so embarrassed.

Peter doesn't care for me one jot.

I should have known
when he went quiet that

he wasn't interested.

There, there.

Daddy.

What is it?

My flutterby.

It's not moving.

I think it's dead.

Oh, go to bed.

Now, look, it's very late.

How about I tuck you in?

We can check on your butterfly.

I mean, your flutterby.

He doesn't want to go to school.

He's teased.

I never know what to say to him.

But you do.
You're very good with him.

He's a very sweet boy.

It's long been a...

Er, how can I put it? Not a dream.

But a desire to sit up all night
and talk politics

with a beautiful young woman.

What you said to me in my office
yesterday...

..I've been thinking about it
all day.

What you've seen, the sadness
you carry in your heart.

The humiliation of your father.

I've been thinking about it
quite considerably.

Thank you.

Er...

I'm sorry I got a bit excited.

No, don't.

No, no, no.

I'm sorry,
I didn't mean to be improper.

I forgive you.

But I...

I do want you to talk with me...

..and sit with me.

Be with me.

That's all.

♪ I wanna be loved by you

♪ Just you
and nobody else but you

♪ I wanna be loved by you alone!

♪ Boop-boop-a-doop! ♪

♪ ..I wanna be kissed by you

♪ Just you
And nobody else but you

♪ I wanna be kissed by you alone!

♪ I couldn't aspire

♪ To anything higher

♪ Than to fill the desire

♪ To make you my own

♪ Boop-boop-a-doop
Boop-boop-a-booh!

♪ I wanna be loved by you

♪ Just you
And nobody else but you

♪ I wanna be loved by you alone... ♪