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Vivien, you have to forget about me.

He's gone to London.

Ridley Road.

I'm looking for Jack Morris.

-The Jews are the saboteurs of Europe.

Perish Judah!

Jack.

I do bad things to bad people?

We haven't heard from Jack.

You have no idea how to get to him?

What if he had a girl?

She could just turn up unexpectedly.

Come back with me.

You think you can come here with your best Marilyn impression

and seduce these nutters out of their views.

-Are you frightened of me? -No.

Here you go, you must've dropped it.

-Why you following me? -Come on.

What's your problem?

Perish Judah!

No more Judah! No more Judah!

-Make him wait at the side door. -But at least...

-Leave it. -Lee's been beaten, he can't get up.

-We got to go, mate. -We can't just leave him, mate.

This building is about to go up in flames.

Jewish thugs.

We'll give the police names and addresses, divert attention.

Jane!

I'm very glad I've found you.

The green grass grows, the little lady in green she goes

She goes, she goes, she goes so sweet

Sing with me!

That she calls for a ladder at the end of the street

You can be louder than that.

Sweetheart, sweetheart will you marry me?

Yes sir, yes sir half past three

Paul, where are you?

Daddy's coming.

Let's tidy you up, darling.

That's it. Good boy.

Wir kommen wieder.

Wir kommen wieder.

We come again.

I'll get him ready.

Don't fall for it, they're fooling you.

Don't fall for it. This isn't an arson attack.

This shouldn't be a crime scene.

This is just another staged attempt to slander the Jewish community.

-Shame on the police!

All right, it's a bit early, isn't it?

I haven't even had my porridge yet.

Go on, stand back, lad, you know the drill.

Get the Yids that Hitler missed!

Get the Yids that Hitler missed!

Go on, get off our streets.

Oh, yeah, course you did.

Typical bleedin' Nazi.

Oh, do me a favour.

-You having a laugh, ain't ya? -Solomon Malinovsky?

I'm arresting you on suspicion of arson.

You do not have to say anything,

but anything you do say may be given in evidence.

-It's a set-up, they ain't my cannisters. -Cuff him.

Hey, what do you think you're doing?

Oi!

Ah.

You get your filthy mitts off my savings.

Proceeds of crime, mate. Police property now.

-This is a legitimate business. -Is it?

Come on then.

I know how much is there, right.

-It's all signed and accounted for. -Come on then.

Now, I've tried to do it exactly as Liz did it,

but, um, I do have my own way.

You know, we're all different, aren't we?

Different strokes for different folks.

Vivien couldn't have picked a worse day to go AWOL to be honest with you.

Boss is moving house again. Fifth time this year.

And her son's up in the banger for the umpteenth time.

Never ends with him.

-Do you wanna have a look at the back? -Yeah.

Yeah, it's lovely.

What are you looking for?

He wants us all downstairs.

But you said you'd play.

I wont be long.

Jane.

Good morning, Peter.

Pretty late to the game, but Fleet Street got there at last.

"Police at loss as Zionist attacks

destroy private London residence of British Party."

-Well done. -Front page.

-Nice one. -Brilliant, sir.

Leader.

Now, what's wrong with you?

Please...

Lee should be in a hospital,

with, like, proper doctors.

He won't make it in here, he's in too bad a way.

Given how riddled our health services are with exotic illnesses,

I'd say he couldn't be in safer hands.

Now, I want training to resume as soon as possible.

Tell him.

You go on, tell him.

Tell him what?

Go on.

Doesn't matter.

He was going to leave him.

Peter was going to leave Lee for dead.

-What? -I didn't mean it that way.

How did you mean it?

Honestly, I wasn't...

Why would you say a thing like that?

Peter?

Care to explain?

I was guarding Mr Rockwell, sir,

before things got heavy on his side,

then the Yids started storming.

Didn't they? It was mayhem.

-If you recall. -Right.

That's right.

Jeff told me Lee had been hurt,

but I hadn't seen him.

I didn't know what state he was in.

Exactly, he hadn't seen him, sir.

Yeah, I wasn't worried,

'cause he's a fighter, isn't he?

Strong lad.

But one look at Jeff's face, well,

I got straight around there, didn't I, Jeff?

-You did, yeah. -What?

Honestly, it's nothing.

You said, you said it felt off.

Look, that's what you said.

Well, I suppose when Lee wakes up,

he'll be able to tell us himself, won't he?

Yeah, exactly.

If... if he wakes up?

Jane will nurse him.

What? No, no, no, please.

-Not her. -I have three sisters, Elise.

I understand the hormones in your body are doing spectacular things.

Try not to get yourself in a state,

for the baby's sake.

Take her to the train station.

No. No, please. Please, no.

Lee, can you hear me?

Lee, I'm just going to change your dressings.

Sorry, Jeff, I'm really sorry.

Damn, Jeff, mate.

Hang on.

From the Duke's library.

I can hardly leave with it, can I? That'd be stealing.

You won't be long, will ya?

Two minutes.

Jane, can you come outside?

I can't, Peter.

They're everywhere.

Just come, please.

Did you do that to him?

Yes.

Colin knows who you are, Vivien.

You and the Klein boy.

He saw it in the Chronicle.

Jeremy?

Your engagement announcement was printed in the paper.

Jordan had it in his study. I saw it before we torched HQ.

He knows.

You're up, I'm sorry.

They get all the Jewish papers, Jack. That doesn't mean he read it.

-That doesn't mean he... -He's played ya.

-He's played ya. -Don't say that.

Why didn't you follow my lead?

I was trying to get you out, I was trying to talk to you.

-Why didn't you listen to me? -Why didn't I listen to you?

You, who lies and disappears and gets so stuck I have to come and find you.

Who beats a boy so badly,

his cover will be blown the moment he wakes up.

I have found what we needed to get him put away.

I sacrificed.

I did what needed to be done.

Listen to me.

Listen, whatever you let him do to you last night, I forgive you, right?

I can forgive you all of it.

I'm not asking for your forgiveness, Jack.

I'm not asking for anything.

You need to follow my lead now.

I'm telling you, I found everything we need in a suitcase.

Arms invoices, membership files, bank transfers, everything.

-I can't let you go back. -I'm going back.

They'll kill ya.

-Is he gone? -He's coming.

Shouldn't have let him go.

He's coming! All right?

Damn him! Damn him!

-When can you play? -Soon.

When is lunch?

I wonder where you father put that suitcase.

Paul?

Paul, I'm talking to you.

-Yes.

Do you know where your father put that old suitcase?

Don't like currants.

Why does everything have currants in it?

I know, I have a great game.

Peter!

Find Peter.

If I'm not being charged I need to be released.

Undo your trousers please.

Do you wanna be restrained?

Hang on.

-Morning. -Morning.

Any word from Vivien?

Not yet.

Good morning, Rabbi.

Morning.

Where's Soly?

Where is he?

No one knows.

The money's gone.

He wouldn't have.

-Where's my daughter?

-Oh, Liza. -Tell me no lies, Nancy.

Let's get inside quickly.

Democracy is the greatest deception of the modern age.

The Jews are behind the soaring immigration rates,

the destabilising of our market forces, endless wars,

unforgivable poverty...

I understand, but how will you do this, sir?

It seems so insurmountable.

-How can we stop this...

I'm sorry, Liza.

I know it's a lot to take in.

-Would you like another cup of tea? -Please.

Can I...

Can I just get this right?

'Cause I, I'm not...

My husband...

is a documentation forger

for an underground organisation that my brother runs.

And my youngest daughter, the apple of my eye,

knocked on your door,

having never been outside of Manchester,

and in a matter of, what, couple of days,

you had her bleach her hair, adopt an alias

and sent her in to schmooze a full-blown Hitler disciple.

Have I got that right?

Yeah, that's right.

Nancy.

Do you remember when you sent your Ronnie up to me,

that time that your mother, alav ha-shalom, was ill?

-Yes, I do. -Do you remember where I took him?

The train museum.

-Beg your pardon. -To the train museum.

The train museum.

That's right, Nancy.

We had a look at the old steamers,

bought him a pencil case,

and afterwards we went to Lyons Tea House and had a lovely cream cake.

Do you see the difference?

Liza, please, I...

You'll get that off with a little bicarb.

Now, tell me where my brother is, Nancy.

I've gotta make a phone call.

I know my rights.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, Soly.

On you go.

Oi, oi.

Oi!

If you're not going to charge me, you need to release me.

-It's been over 24 hours. -It'll take as long as it takes.

Especially the state of your paperwork.

You've changed address again.

Yes.

And what was it this time?

Oh, just your bog-standard harassment.

Not that you lot did anything about it.

You know, I'd change that attitude if I were you.

Grievous bodily harm is a serious offence.

Mr Rockwell is a respected American politician, I'm told.

What kind of message does that send out?

I didn't touch him, Officer.

I didn't need to.

He was so scared the stupid Nazi fell on his arse all by himself.

He fell smack bang right on his arse.

He fell on his arse all by himself!

Oi! Half-caste! Half-caste boy!

Oh, sod off, mate.

So, what do we win when we find the suitcase?

Oh, something very, very...

Could I have a word, Jane?

Oh, we're in the middle of a game.

What is it?

Elise was very distressed.

Hard to watch a pregnant woman in such a state, don't you think?

Well...

they're expecting a greater share in your subs.

They made that very clear behind your back.

Is that a fact?

Yes. Lee didn't stop going on about getting his house.

Getting his house and calling it quits, I think their plan was.

We all have our reasons for getting involved in the movement, I suppose.

Indeed we do.

She said she saw your coat in a salon,

the distinctive one with the butterfly patch.

They'd never heard of you though,

said it belonged to a Vivien Evans.

All the hairdressers are friends.

I know Vivien Evans well.

She loved my coat and wanted to get a matching butterfly patch, so I...

I gave her one.

A patch your dad taught you to sew.

Your dad, the postman...

or your dad the Jewish tailor.

I know what you are.

You don't know anything about me.

You're a whore.

Get up. Get up now.

I can't, I'm sorry.

You knew, and you took me to your bed.

Of course I knew. I knew before the Ridley Road march.

Watching you walk to that synagogue pretending...

Although I do wonder how you felt, really, deep down.

I wonder if part of you wanted to be one of us.

To walk amongst such strength and bravery.

A stark contrast to your wretched tribe, I would imagine.

Get up.

Argh!

Argh! Help me!

He's here, grab him.

Paul. Paul?

Paul.

Paul, where are you?

Tell me where you are.

Paul!

Paul?

Caught you.

Have you got the suitcase?

I really need it, darling. Quickly.

Give it to me, darling.

If I give you this, you'll leave me, won't you?

Oh, Paul, sweet boy.

May God bless you

and keep you, shine his light on you.

And be gracious to you.

May he turn towards you and grant you peace.

Thank you, darling.

Paul. Don't do that.

Please.

Jack. Jack!

-No. No!

-Oi, half-caste boy! -Sod off!

Go on, sod off, I said!

But listen! I've got to tell you something!

Go to Ridley Road!

Shut it, Yid! I'm warning you!

-Shut up! -Leave me alone.

He's got a message for you.

Are you telling him? Ridley Road!

-What's he saying? -He says get to Ridley Road.

You work with my niece!

They set us up. Colin Jordan and the NSM. Our niece, Vivien,

she's in with them but we can't get hold of her!

You go to Ridley Road...

-That's enough. Keep it down.

You got that?

Keep looking.

You're released.

Pick the blanket up.

All finished.

You've always taken liberties.

-This takes the biscuit. -Liza, this is getting ridiculous.

-Why are you trying to punish me? -I don't want to punish you.

I've lost my family, my name, my daughter.

Please, Liza, you've got...

If they touch a hair on her head. I swear to God, I will...

-I will destroy you. -Liza, Liza. Liza.

Who the hell are you?

It's all right. It's all right, Liza. I know him.

I know him. He's from the salon. What is it, son?

-Soly. -What about Sol?

-He's been stitched up by the NSM. -What?

They got in here last night and they framed him.

He's in custody now.

Soly sent me to warn you.

He says they will come back. You need to get out of here fast.

-That's all. -Son.

Stevie.

It is Stevie, isn't it? Wait.

Hold up.

Is he all right?

She didn't mean... She wasn't scared of you.

You risked your neck coming here today.

Thank you.

At the end of the day, we're all the same, ain't we?

No, we're not quite the same.

But maybe...we're fighting the same fight.

Yeah, maybe we are.

You'll let me know if Vivien makes it, won't you?

Don't wait around.

Get out of here.

Any chance of a lift to the station? I'm late for work.

Get in and I'll see if I can make the half past.

Thank you so much.

The train now standing at platform two

is the30 to London.

Jeff...help me.

Please don't let them kill me.

-What kind of mug do you take me for? -I'm begging you.

Just let me out this door.

You deceived us.

You deserve what's coming to you.

You don't need them.

You don't need 'em. I know you.

-I know what you've been through. -Shut your trap.

I know the life you've lived.

Let down by everyone who should've cared for you.

Your own mother broke your trust.

You think the world's rotten, out to get you.

With the hand you've been dealt, you'd be right.

Should be furious with the world, of course you should, but...

you can't think Jordan's the answer.

I'll tell him what you're saying.

I'll tell him.

-You're done for, mate. You're finished. -He's using you.

Why do you think he never gets his hands dirty?

He's taking you for a mug.

He can't believe his luck. He's laughing at you, Jeff.

Stop the van and let me out.

I believe in you.

You can do this. Let me out.

Jack, no!

Stay in your seat, don't make a scene.

I'll talk you through how this is going to play out.

-Tea? -No, thank you.

Tea?

Miss? Miss, excuse me.

You're going to tell me who put you up to it.

You're going to tell me everything you know.

Where's Peter? Where did you take him?

I think that little love affair is as good as over now.

Now that you're damaged goods.

There's a special place for your kind, you know.

They marked you in ink Feldhure, "field whore" across the chest,

kept in a room for the soldiers to enjoy after hours.

Even the other inmates would spit at you in the camps.

It's over for all of you.

I suppose you think I'm the one on the wrong side of history.

That's got to you, hasn't it?

The trouble with you lot, it's the denial.

Look around.

We are everywhere.

We're sitting in this carriage.

We're voting in the House of Commons.

We're working in the factories and toiling in the fields.

We are getting closer

and closer to our moment of delivery.

Ladies and gentlemen, I need your attention, please!

I'm in great danger!

This man sitting next to me is not my husband.

He wants to hurt me, and I need some assistance.

-Darling, do sit down. -Please.

Please, will someone help me?

Excuse my wife. She's not feeling well.

-No, please. -Down you go, dear.

Please, please, please!

Please.

Must be losing your touch.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the train now terminates at Rushford Road.

All change.

All change. Coming into Rushford Road.

Train terminates here, ladies and gentlemen.

Excuse me.

You forgot this.

Thank you so much.

Can you for a moment imagine if I had interloped your family.

If I'd been the one to lie, to deceive.

Can you imagine, Vivien?

Hm. Of course you can't.

Because the only victims

that are allowed to exist in this world are you.

All I am doing...

is protecting my son.

All of this is for him.

Everything I do is to give him a better chance,

a better world,

a fairer world.

It's as simple as that.

What did you intend to do?

Turn my child against me?

Break up my family?

No, there's no need.

It's already broken.

If you keep quiet you have a chance.

No! No.

Loyal to a fault, my lads are.

One word from me, and there's no telling what they might do to you.

We don't want that, do we?

Help!

Get after her!

Go!

Can you please hide me?

You bitch!

Ah!

Get it off her!

No!

Get her hands off it.

Hey, Jim, get out here!

Oi, leave her alone!

Leave her alone!

Get your hands off me!

This is my country!

This is my country!

Take me to Ridley Road, please.

Go on, love, jump in.

Oh, Vivien.

Jack...

where is he?

I'm... I'm so sorry.

You can go in, love.

She hasn't left the bed.

- It's all right. I know. - Poor girl.

I'll handle it. Leave it to me.

Vivien.

Vivien, love.

There's someone here to see you.

Hello, my love.

Only me.

I know exactly what you need.

Better?

Much better.

More classy.

Thank you, Barbara.

You're on the right side of the angels, my love.

But your bags are an absolute disgrace.

One sec.

Could you hold that, please, Mrs Epstein?

Vivien, we're gonna fix you up good and proper.

- They could be coming for us. - Wait for him.

Yes, but wait for him, he'll tell you what to do.

-Listen to your mum. -Because it makes sense.

I've been through the depths of hell to get this bloody case out.

Vivien, language.

I'm not waiting a second longer.

Vivien, please.

Thank you, Mrs Jones.

-They in here? -Yes.

Well, Daddy?

They'll see her.

Oy! My nerves.

Uh, and his name is

Detective McCracken.

Uh, I'm told he works for Special Branch.

-So he'll take the meeting. -Oh, Vivien.

What does she do, David? Does she go right away?

-Well, she can't go on her own. -I can, Daddy. Of course I can.

If they seize the evidence or arrest you for trespassing...

It'll be different this time.

We can't afford to let you go on your own.

I would take her if I could,

but I have a record.

-Oh. -It's only minor,

but it would jeopardise everything.

It would ruin all her tremendous work.

I'll go.

I'll go with you, Vivien.

All right, sis.

-Been a while. -They let you out again, did they?

Yeah. You know me. I got friends, owed favours.

It's all groovy, as the kids say.

Afternoon, Mrs Jones.

Mr Burns, I'm afraid I'm not receiving visitors presently.

Oh, I'm sorry. I was just passing.

We've missed you at the meeting.

Ethel's Victoria sponge isn't quite as bouncy.

Wanted to make sure you were all right, that's all.

Quite all right, Mr Burns.

Well, as all right as one can be with all the troubles that are going on.

Has she gone?

I think so.

Oh, pardon me. I didn't know you had guests.

We're sitting a Shiva.

-A what-va? -A Shiva.

For the young gentleman who lost his life.

It's a Jewish custom.

Right.

Well, I'll pop back at a more convenient time.

Actually, Mr Burns,

if you wouldn't mind, you can

just sod off out of it.

Beg pardon, Mrs Jones?

I lost three boys during the war

fighting off vicious buffoons like you.

I'll be long cold in the ground before I let history repeat itself.

So, if you wouldn't mind taking a running jump, Mr Burns.

Clear off.

And, quite frankly, rot in hell.

I need the toilet again.

Just hold it in.

I had four children, Vivien. I can't hold it in.

Detective Inspector McCracken, hello.

Miss Epstein, Mrs Epstein.

May I please reiterate my condolences.

We tried to get statements about Jack Morris,

but no one will talk to us.

I think the community have lost all faith in the system, to be honest.

The second of December 1961,

an order of ten M48A rifles

from Mr Jordan's Province account.

This is the invoice.

Nineteenth of December, 1961,

another order, this time from South Africa.

Eight Lee-Enfield No 4 MK1 rifles,

and two Mauser pistols with ammunition.

This one's from the UK.

Weedkiller, five gallons

and bleach, ten gallons.

Enough to make dozens of homemade explosives.

Walkie-talkies, radios. Here are the receipts.

Bank statements from their Province account.

Huge deposits from Germany, Poland,

but mainly from America.

Most likely contacts of George Rockwell,

the leader of the American Nazi Party.

All East Harrow Holdings Company deposits

are the Duke of Westwick.

These are photos of their paramilitary training camps.

This one details their training programme.

As you can see,

they're deliberately targeting borstal and boys children's homes.

Thank you.

You have a duty to act on this now.

You have to.

No more young men should have to lose their lives.

I understand, Miss Epstein.

They'll feel the full force of the law if I have anything to do with it.

You raised a very brave girl, Mrs Epstein.

She's my heart...

and my grey hairs.

Thank you, both.

You did good, my girl.

Well,

someone once told me an anti-fascist doesn't just talk,

she does.

Oh, my love.

I'll pray for you.

Thank you.

I'll miss you.

I'll miss you all.

Daddy.

Vivien,

just know

that I'm proud of you,

proudest I could be.

Mum, don't look so sad.

Daddy explained, that I might not hear from you

for a very long time.

For your safety.

Mum,

I promise,

-I will eat...

and I promise, I will sleep.

You have everything you need

for a good life.

Please.

-I'm strong. I am. -Yes.

Of course, you are.

Well, I must be, mustn't I

to have a daughter as brave as you.

I love you.

-Hello. -Hello.

Roza Furstenburg?

Yes.

In you go.