All language subtitles for Capital S01E03 1080p BluRay x264-CASHGAME

You've met Matya? I've just hired her.

She's, er, my very own Christmas miracle.

Mark's a bit of a dark horse, isn't he?

He's just a bit competitive,
but we all were at his age, weren't we?

We'd have a different life in the country.

And do what, exactly?

I think you need me
to come and speak

to the police about those abusive postcards
you told me about.

So why the sudden escalation?

Your guess is as good as mine at this point.

That traffic warden.
She had nothing to do with it, then?

She was working illegally.

If I return, I will be killed.

I don't want you to visit me again.

I know that you're a builder.
I'm from number 84.

Do you do painting, papering,
refurbishment?

What is it all for? In the end?

A lifetime of clutter. Is that all there is?

- You're the artist, right?
- What?

You just don't feel anything, do you?

And until you do,
you will always be my assistant.

- Lqbal.
- What you doing there?

Stay! Lay still!

- Show me your hands!
- Show me your hands!

Tell us about your friend.

Tell us about lqbal.

He wasn't a friend.

Are you in the habit
of offering your flat to strangers?

- He wasn't a stranger.
- So he was a friend?

Friend isn't the opposite of stranger.
There are plenty of stops in between.

He was a Muslim, like you.

He was a Muslim. But not like me.

I want to speak to the supervising officer.

Yes, anybody...

You first met him
at a Stop the War demonstration.

On the way to a Stop The War demonstration.

- Where you were doing what?
- Trying to stop the war?

And what else?

Meet pretty girls holding banners. I was 14.

No, no, I want to know on what basis
are you holding him back.

Is there any law and order
in this country or no?

And you saw each other
at your mosque every week.

I saw him there once. One time.

And you asked him
to come and stay with you.

Even though you barely knew him
and he wasn't your friend.

He invited himself.

When did he introduce you
to the radical boys?

What radical boys?

Where were you gonna get the Semtex?

What Semtex?

Ripped By mstoll

Morning, Roger.

You know Eva. Head of HR.

Yes. Hello, Eva.

Roger, we seem to have a little problem.

When I say, "we," I mean Pinker Lloyd.

What do you know of the fact
that your deputy has been practising

criminal embezzlement under your nose?

What are you talking about? Mark?

He ended up 30 million down.

At this very moment a team of traders
is unravelling his remaining positions.

As of 6:00 this morning
he is in police custody,

charged with fraud.

The little shit.

You can't buy character, can you?

Thirty million?

Fraud committed right under his boss's nose.

Oh, you can't hold me responsible
for someone else's morality.

He claimed it was a desperate attempt
to prove himself

in the face of your
blocking him at every turn.

You can't seriously
be attempting to lay the blame at my door

for the rantings of a criminal!

Your role in this
constitutes gross negligence.

You are dismissed immediately, for cause.

- Oh, you're joking!
- You have 15 minutes to empty

- your desk and leave the building.
- This is bullshit! This is bullshit!

- Even by your standards, Lothar.
- Fifteen minutes.

Do you actually know
what any of our traders really do?

Hmm? In the pit? Can you tell me?

- Good-bye.
- You can't, can you?

I don't need to.
You do. That's your job.

All these maths nerds
sit watching their computers

trade to the design of their algorithms

and neither you nor me nor anyone
over the age of 30

has any clue
what they're supposed to be doing.

So how the hell
are we supposed to understand

what they're doing when we have no clue
what it is in the first place?

An interesting line of defence.

You'll be hearing from my lawyers.

The details are in the envelope.

Thank you.

Sorry. I can't remember your name.

- Clinton.
- Clinton. Of course.

Worked together for...

Five years.

Yes.

Thank you, Jessica.

- And when was this delivered?
- Yesterday morning.

Well, try not to worry.

I think we're getting close
to the perpetrator now.

The postcards, you told us not to worry.

The website, you told us not to worry.

- Rohinka, he's doing his best.
- DVDs. Photos of our children.

That what you call doing your best?

She's upset. We're all upset.

Shahid being arrested.

Ah, here he is.

The British policeman.

Can you look into my eyes

and tell me that you think
my son is a terrorist?

I'm not part of that
investigation, I'm afraid.

What investigation is it
that you are part of, then?

Because you are getting nowhere at all

trying to find out who is doing
their business in jiffy bags

and posting it to the good people
of Pepys Road.

I am aware of the distress this is causing.

- I wouldn't be here if...
- If the police have got

the time and money to arrest a boy
who has done nothing wrong,

then why don't they have the time and money
to solve this campaign, huh?

With all due respect...

I never trust a man who starts
his sentence, "with all due respect".

It means they are about to patronise you.

Now I am going to lie down. I'm so tired.

Allah jaane, I might even get some sleep
on that dreadful mattress.

The mattress is brand new, Ammi.

That's what the salesman told you, did he?

Quite a character.

Don't pretend you're on our side, DI Mill.

Thank you.

Did you really need to say that?

Yes. Yes, I did.

So Iqbal the Mad Belgian
was using my wireless broadband.

You know when he came to stay with me.
Look at the dates.

You won't find a single jihadi site

anywhere on the records
before Iqbal came to stay.

It's not that hard to work out, is it?

Two and two, meet four.

That's very funny.

Was it funny when you burned the British
flag at the anti-war demonstration?

I didn't burn a flag.

Lqbal burned a flag.

I was there. That's all.

Have you arrested everybody in that photo?

Tell us again
about how you and Iqbal first met

at the Stop the War demonstration.

On the way to a Stop the War demonstration.

How many times? On the way.

Arabella. I'm on my way home
and I've got something to tell you.

I'll need you to stay calm.

You've always been very good in a crisis.
I know that.

And I'm counting on you being good now.

And calm.

What are we going to do?
What are we going to do?

I don't know. I have no idea.

What are we going to do?

Well, for a start, we're going to have to
cut back on expenditure everywhere.

Gym membership. Lunches out.

Do not make a list right now, Roger.

Endless refurbishment.

State schools. For primary, at least.

Have you gone out of your mind?

For God's sake!

- Just try and keep your voice down, will you?
- Don't tell me how to...

Hello!

- Oh, hello, darling.
- Why are you crying?

Oh, I'm all right, darling.

Conrad. Let's go and play with dinosaurs.

- Actually, Matya.
- Yeah?

Uh, if you don't mind, would you take
the boys out for tea? Pizza.

Burger. A treat if you like.

- Just for an hour or so.
- Okay.

Boys. Guess what? We're going out again.

What a great day!

But make sure you get a receipt, Matya.
Otherwise he'll make a list.

Do you know why I married you, Arabella?

Surprise me.

You had a gift for making life look easy.

At least you remember why you married me.

Stop wriggling, Joshy.

That's a good boy.

Why was Mummy crying?

Did she want to come?

- I'll go back and ask her.
- No, Conrad.

I think Mummy and Daddy want to talk.

- But I want to.
- No.

Do you need any help?

- No.
- Okay. Okay.

I don't think it's a good
time for you to call.

Okay. Thank you.

It's a bit tense.

I'm cold.

Borrow my builder's gloves.
They'll keep you warm.

I did something right, huh?
Maybe we should celebrate.

We were going for a pizza.

Except I left my purse in the house.

The "tense" house?

Are we going back for Mummy?

No, I don't know.

- Do you like picnics?
- Yeah.

Let's go.

So your name isn't Bogdan?

It's Zbigniew.

Bogdan is Mrs Yount's joke.

Bogdan the Builder.

- It's not so funny.
- No.

But if I'm being paid to rip out
your shower and replace it every six months,

I would laugh at all your jokes. Believe me.

I love bad chicken!

I love bad chicken!

- What does he mean?
- That's what Arabella calls it.

They only normally eat organic.

And you know what comes after bad chicken?

- No.
- Bad ice cream.

But what do we have to do first?

- Wipe our hands.
- Wipe your hands.

Else Zbigniew won't be getting you
any ice cream at all.

Who is Zbigniew?

That's Bogdan's real name. It's Zbigniew.

That's my mummy's...

- Do you like it?
- Yes.

Conrad, go and get changed.

- Shahid's a good boy.
- I know.

And he wouldn't have done anything wrong.

Of course he wouldn't.

But he was young.

He might not have known
he was doing something wrong.

Are you trying to say
you think he's a terrorist?

No.

I'm saying that a teenage boy
showing off might do something

or say something online

- that the police or...
- He's a good boy.

He's got a good heart.

Someone new to see you today.

It's not Jose Mourinho,
in case you were wondering.

Hello, I'm Detective Inspector Mill.

You came to the shop, didn't you?
About the cards and stuff.

And then you headed up the meeting
at the church. I went to that.

Yeah. "We Want What You Have".

What do you suppose that means?

I don't know.

Depends who's saying it, I suppose.

What if it was you?

What if it was you that was saying it?

You haven't turned the machine on.

You know, the problem with this job,

it isn't just that all your friends
think you're a fascist wanker.

Or that all your colleagues
think you're a liberal wanker.

No, it's the routine.

The drudgery.
And then something comes along

that speeds everything up.
Like this case, for instance.

- You still haven't turned it on.
- So your mate, Iqbal,

was being monitored by the security forces

and he was using your IP address
to access some very worrying sites.

And so suddenly, money is no object.

The resources and the permission needed

to look at somebody's Internet records
is no problem any more.

No problem at all.

What we found out was this.
That all the initial traffic

setting up that blog,
"We Want What You Have,"

came from your IP address.

- What?
- Yep.

It came from your IP address.

Not your laptop or your phone.
But still, who's to say

you haven't got a tablet
or a phone stashed somewhere.

You've got no evidence
for the terrorist stuff,

so you're just finding the case
that's happening and throwing it at me.

I'll tell you what.

If you're so sure about all this,
then you'd be recording it.

Yeah, well, I won't beat around it, Perce.
I've had a spot of bother with Pinker Lloyd.

Uh-huh. You might hear some chat.

Someone's had their fingers stuck in the till

and because he worked in my department,
they're trying to stick it on me.

So my plan is, get another job,
sue the bollocks off them.

I mean really take them to the cleaners.

What?

Sorry?

Oh, no, don't. Go on.
Go ahead, take the other call, yeah.

Yeah, just call me back
when you've got a minute. Mmm.

Don't do that, you'll wear out the bell.

I thought you were studying physics.

- Hello. We're your neighbours.
- What?

Uh, I am Mrs Fatima Kamal.

One of my sons has been falsely imprisoned
on trumped-up charges.

- What?
- We were wondering

if you would sign the petition.

Certainly.

I know what it is to be the victim
of a miscarriage of justice.

Believe me.

You and I are very much in the same boat.

Thank you.

- Good luck.
- Thank you.

Don't look so surprised.

It's not the English who hate us.

It's the Poles.

Excuse me! Excuse me! No!

I've got a permit.

Our Father, Who art in Heaven,

hallowed be Thy name.

Thy Kingdom come,
Thy will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread

and forgive us our trespasses
as we forgive those who trespass against us.

Lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.

For Thine is the kingdom, and the power,
and the glory, forever and ever. Amen.

Hurry along. Single file against the wall.

Arms out, please.

Any news? The appeal?

I've found something to pass the time.

I am teaching a young woman
to learn English.

She's Iranian.

She's... She's so strong.

I thought you didn't want
to become a part of things.

Well, it was either that
or go on hunger strike.

And as I'm not eating the food here anyway,
I didn't think anyone would notice.

You said that if you started to join in
then that would make it normal.

I also said you shouldn't come
and visit me again.

I, uh... I just need something to do.

The endless wait for news of my appeal.

There's so much energy and anger in here,

they could connect us to a generator
and we would power the lights.

It's nice to see you smile again.

Is it?

It means that you might be getting over me.

And that you might stop visiting.

Why do you say things like that?

Because I can take this.

And you can't.

There you go.

Latching the door. And remember to smile.

Why did you come here?

To buy
my parents a cottage back home.

To get them out of their falling-down flat.

To see London. Which I'm doing
for the very first time today.

This isn't where I thought
you'd bring me on the first date.

I wanted to surprise you.

Well, I thought it would be in that bar
on Clapham High Street

where you bring all your conquests.

Well, that was before.

Before what? Before you met me?

It's a little corny.

Before I saw someone dying.

You shouldn't joke about such things.

I'm not joking.

- That old lady in number 84.
- Yeah?

In bed. Hardly breathing.

I looked at her, nearly dead,

and I thought...

I don't know what I thought.

How did we get on to death so soon?

It's the effect I have on men.

That's okay.

- Kind of like that about you.
- What?

Vlad the Impaler
was your national saint, right?

That's Romania.

Isn't it the same country as Hungary?

Ow.

I would ask you in, but you might
end up rewiring the playroom.

Thank you for a lovely day.

Yeah.

- Matya.
- Hello.

Come and sit down.

Hello.

- Oh.
- Matya, darling. Please sit.

Come in.

Oh. No. No. No.

You don't need to do that right now.

I just came up to say you can
stay here as long as you like.

But I don't work for you any more.

I know. But please stay. For free.

I think it would be too confusing
for Joshua and Conrad.

- Where will you go?
- I have friends.

Oh. I see.

You won't, um...

You're not thinking of
moving in with Bogdan?

I don't think that is any
of your business, Roger.

No. No. Of course not.

It's just, er...

I hope you don't mind me saying this, but...

You can do a lot better.

He's a bit...

Bit of a Casanova.

And I'd hate to see you hurt.

I hope you don't mind me...

What I think, Mr Yount, is that
you have too much time on your hands.

And I think it is because you lost your job.

Erm, that's yours to keep, by the way.

Roger Federer. Just so you know.

Matya doesn't seem
to have taken it too badly.

They are a very resilient people.

She didn't have much choice in the matter.

I realise you're a little bit
in love with her, Roger.

She laughs at my jokes,
if that's what you mean.

I know you fantasise about
running away with her

to a flat in St John's Wood
and having sex twice a day

till your heart gives out.

But the fact is that we are broke.

If you are trying to punish me for something,

at least do me the courtesy of telling me
what you are punishing me for.

For failing? Is that it?

For betraying me.

What? When?

Is this some fantasy
you've concocted about Matya and I?

I married one kind of man,
and you have turned into another.

Isn't that a betrayal of sorts?

Oh, for God's sake!

God's sake, leave me alone!

Leave me alone!

You've made it nice.

I always hated coming up here.
This was my dad's den,

where he came
to get away from us all, you know.

I see.

- So, er, is that everything?
- I think so. That's it.

Thank you, Bogdan.

And if you wouldn't mind
staying on until we complete,

that would be marvellous.

- No problem.
- Just having someone living here

that I trust puts my mind at rest.

Wait, sorry.

I almost forgot. There is something else.

I need to give it to you.

There are some old photos
in there, but it's mainly post.

Right. Thanks. Thank you.

Is this still going on? The letters.

- I thought it had stopped.
- It started up again.

Someone very bored, I think.

Or very angry.

Funny, isn't it?

One generation paves over everything
and blocks up all the fireplaces

and then the next lot comes along
and they rip up all the paving slabs

and they pay a fortune
for original features and fittings.

Where's that?

I've seen it happen
again and again on that road.

What's your point?

Mum lived all her life in that
one house and by next year,

there'll be no sign of her at all.

Well, I won't forget her.

No, no, no. I'm not saying that...

What I'm saying is,
what is it that we actually leave behind

in the end?

Apart from one another?

I'd bin that if I were you.

No. I'll hang on to this.

There's something
belonging to you on the desk.

What's this?

Stop it.

What?

The woodland animals routine.

The Beatrix Potter collection
as re-imagined by Damien Hirst.

- I don't know what you're talking about.
- This is your handwriting, you bell end!

I thought you wanted me
to show you some anger.

Yeah, with something of your own.
Something new.

Have you seen that wall?
You've become obsessed.

I was just running with it.
Just like you are.

No, no. The postcards were clever.

This is just some cheap cover version.

- I'm making a statement.
- No, you're not. You're not, though.

You're really not.

Something else belonging to you.

No.

No. Please, come on.

Come on. I got it wrong.

You got it wrong too many times, mate.
All the time, come to think of it.

If you...

If you sack me, I'll tell
everyone who you are.

And that's you done.

Let's be honest, this budget Banksy
mystery is all you've got going for you.

And the idea that Shahid chose
to waive his right to see a lawyer.

He is not an unpad jahil
who can't read or write.

I simply do not believe
what the police are asserting about him.

He's a good boy.
He wouldn't get mixed up in terrorism.

Shahid has been in custody
for seven days, yes?

Because he is being held
under the Terrorism Act,

he can be kept for 14 days without charge.

It's a deplorable fact. But it is a fact.

We're well aware of
the virtues of Britain as a free society

and, er, we are good citizens.

Respectful. Uh, respectful of other faiths.

- And respectful...
- The thing is, right,

it's like, we know we got rights.
We're supposed to have, like, rights, yeah?

So where are they? Who's gonna help us
exercise them? You get me?

It's like, there's the rhetoric.
The papers and that.

Islamophobic narrative.

It's like... It's like...
If a guy holds up a bank. He's like...

If he was a Muslim,
right, they lock them up for it...

Keep quiet, Usman, until you
can learn to make some sense.

You're jabbering like a wild dog.

Unfortunately, the legal facts
of the case are what they are.

As to the judicial realities of the matter,
my opinions have no status.

They have no traction.

I'm sorry.

But we need you, Miss Strauss.
Without you, we are lost.

We have rights on which we can't act.

The door is closed to us.
We are excluded from justice.

Without you, we don't even know
how to begin to find it.

We know that the fight against
such injustices is your whole life.

We know that. All we can do now
is to ask for your help

for us and for Shahid.

He is in a dark place.

You must help us find him some light,

because without you,
we have no one else to turn to.

Very well. I'll see what I can do.

Hope she's as good
as she thinks she is.

- Typical white liberal.
- Shut up, Usman.

I thought you'd gone raving mad in there.

All she wanted all along
was for us to flatter her.

She needed us to need her.
And to tell her we needed her.

I know what that feels like in this family.

She was a real piece of work.

I like her.

He's a lad called Parker French
and he used to work for me

and I sacked him.

Why, 'cause you disapproved
of his campaign?

Yeah. It was derivative and poorly executed.

- And nasty.
- Yeah, that too.

So this is his revenge, is it?

Yeah. He didn't really do subtle.

But I was tired of it anyway,
so, I'm afraid my unmasking

is yet another of Parker's tragic,
empty gestures.

You know, if I go and speak to Parker,
he'll probably say that you did this together.

That you were his boss
and you told him what to do.

Do you know what, knowing Parker,
I doubt that very much indeed.

I did it. I did it, all right.
I did all of it.

You do not have to say anything.
But anything you do say may be

taken down and used in evidence against you.

It may harm your defence
if you do not mention something

- which you later rely on in court.
- All on my own.

Can I just give you one word of advice, sir?

Maybe stop confessing, just for a moment,
until we at least find you a solicitor.

Did you know Shahid Kamal
from the Pepys Road mini-mart?

No. Can't say I do.

Did you see the films I posted online?
The new ones?

- What did you think?
- I think they constitute harassment.

No, I mean aesthetically.

Aesthetically?

I thought they were derivative of Godard.
What do you want me to say?

Aesthetically, you're in the clear?
Legally, you're in the shit.

You know what, Smitty was an accomplice,
if you think about it.

He provoked me.

Yes, but he didn't actually technically
know you were doing it, did he?

He gave me a challenge. A test.

And I just... You know, I ran with it.
I can't help it. I'm an artist.

Well, that's one word for it.

- Studying hard?
- Yeah.

That's good.

I'm kind of in the middle of it.

Shahid's solicitor just rang.

Yeah? Is she actually doing anything for him?

She said the police have found evidence.

I don't really understand,
something on his Internet.

Anyway, something on his Internet
makes them think

he was sending those postcards
to people's houses.

What? Shahid! No, that's mad.

Shahid wouldn't do anything like that.

That's exactly what I said.

She said it would help him
if we did know who had been doing it.

You were very young when your father died.

So?

It was harder for you than the others.

Was it?

But I do like to think
you know right from wrong, Usman.

Allah jaane, I'm sure you do.

And if there was anything you could say
or do to help your brother,

I'm sure you would not hesitate
from doing so.

We will be eating in 10 minutes.
Don't be late.

I need you to eat as much
of Rohinka's terrible daal as you can.

We got a full confession
from the guy who has been sending

- the padded envelopes to Pepys Road.
- That's great.

Now, he didn't start the campaign.

The postcards. Somebody else did.
He's not smart enough to have

- started the campaign.
- So why are you still talking to me?

Do you know what I think about
your "terrorist" activities, Shahid?

I think you went on a few marches
against the war.

Got in with a bunch of lefties
and disaffected Muslim boys.

Got bored, got irritated by their stupidity,
and went back to chasing girls.

- That's what I think.
- It doesn't matter what you think, does it?

You're not with the anti-terrorist squad.

If you give me something to help wrap up
the We Want What You Have campaign,

then the terrorist charges
might have less... What's the word? Traction.

- I've done nothing wrong.
- Good. Then the anti-terrorist guys

might release you after 14 days.

Or more likely, unless Iqbal turns up,
they will charge you

and you'll be in Belmarsh before you know it.

We just don't know
who the bad guys are any more,

so a lot of good guys are going to get
locked up while we look for them.

You're offering me a deal?
Are you allowed to do this?

If you could give me some idea
who might have used your IP address.

- Friends, family?
- Try the Mad Belgian, if you can find him.

Yeah, that's what I thought, too.

But it turns out that
the We Want What You Have Internet activity

started some time
before Iqbal stayed with you.

No idea then. Sorry.

A friend?

A family member?

Someone in the caf� downstairs?
Someone who knew.

Maybe someone you're trying to protect.

Nobody? That's a shame.

Oh, your family wanted you
to have this. I said I'd pass it on.

Goodwill gesture.

Which direction is Mecca from here?

That way.

- Are you sure?
- 'Course I'm sure.

Same direction as Stamford Bridge.

I need to speak to DI Mill.

I've got something to tell him.

I've got a name for him.

Come in.

Where's DI Mill? I want to talk to him.

No, you don't. You really don't.

So, did you find her?

We met once before. Around Christmas.

You were looking for someone.

- Did you find her?
- Oh. Yes. I found her.

- So, a happy ending?
- No.

No. She's, erm...
She is in a detention centre.

Appealing against her deportation order.
She's still waiting.

Oh. Not so good.

Ah, the great British understatement.

Sorry.

She's strong, you know.
We all have to be strong.

Yes.

...like that. Don't ask me why.
English is a crazy language, I'm afraid.

Yeah?

Move? Why would we move?

A new start. A new us.
I know it will be difficult,

but we have to be strong.

Is this about sexual intercourse, Roger?

- I'm sorry?
- Because if it is... And I suspect it is.

...perhaps we could give Newsnight
a miss later just this once.

You think some loveless coupling
is going to solve all our problems?

It's a weeknight, Roger. I won't ask again.

Are you moving, Zbigniew?

I've got something I must tell you.

I'm scared to tell you because I think it might
change how you think about me.

- Take it back!
- Right now?

- All of it?
- Of course. It's not yours.

I... I could buy a cottage for my parents.

Nobody would lose.

Mrs Leatherby doesn't know she has
the money, she... She won't miss it.

- She's rich anyway.
- It's not yours. You take it back.

- Now? Right now?
- Right now.

�100,000.

Where did you find it?

It was in the attic where
the fireplace was boxed in.

There was... Well, a secret compartment.

My father.

- He didn't trust banks.
- Nobody trusts banks.

No. He didn't trust banks
before it was fashionable.

In a way, it makes sense.
Both his hobbies in one.

Miserliness and DIY.

I really should have brought it
to you straightaway.

Well, er, you brought it in the end.

That's the main thing.

Mum?

You did say tonight, didn't you?
What are you doing, sitting in the dark?

Did you rob a bank?

�100,000 there.

Your granddad. The builder found it.

- Very honest of him, considering.
- The builder?

Did you tell him? The builder?

What? That it's not legal tender any more?

No. I didn't want to hurt his feelings.

I'm glad my mum didn't know
what your granddad was doing.

She'd have killed him.

Never seen this much cash in one go before.

Haven't you?

There's something
I've been meaning to tell you.

Is this about you being a millionaire artist
but keeping your identity a secret?

Or is there something else
that you've been meaning to tell me?

- You know?
- Yeah.

And I think I know why.

I told Gran. Just before she died.

- So she knew I was doing all right.
- Oh, I'll bet that made her happy.

It did.

I just wish I'd told her sooner,
but... I should have told you too.

I struggled when I had you.

I hold my hands up to that.

That's why Gran
brought you up most of the time.

But I can see that for you, well,

once you've got a secret that big
and you could keep it from me... Well.

Why wouldn't you?
You had something on me.

Something you knew and I didn't.

It wasn't as thought-through as all that.

Well, it didn't have to be, it's...

It's in your genes.

Secrecy.

And if you needed proof, you...

Take a look in that suitcase.

Ready? Got your stuff together?

- What are you talking about?
- Didn't they tell you?

Does it look like they told me?

- Whatever it is.
- Oh, now that is classic.

You're getting out today.

Your brief and your family are here
to pick you up.

You're joking.

Classic. Typical.

That is this place all over. Oh, dear. Oh, dear.

Who's looking after the shop?

So where's Usman hiding? In his room?

He's younger than you.
He knows he made a mistake.

You knew? He told you?

He didn't have to tell me.
I'm a mother. I know everything.

So please, Shahid...

I'll go easy. Don't worry about that.

- Brother! Have you lost weight?
- Never mind about that, you ugly little dope!

I was stuck in a cell for 14 days 'cause of you!

I am truly sorry.

When you were arrested, I assumed
it was to do with that idiot fake jihadi.

It was only last week when the lawyer
said something to Mum about the blog

and I realised they were
trying to pin that on you...

Hang on. So you knew last week?
And you still didn't say a word?

I prayed.

And you know, like, here you are. A free man.

I think the lawyer might have had
a bit more to do with it than you.

The reason you're a free man
is that Mill offered you a deal.

So the lawyer argued that was
an admission on their part

that their case against you
for terrorism was non-existent.

Mill cocked up. And why did he cock up?

- Don't tell me. Because you prayed.
- I think so. Yes.

You know, the moment Mill told me
someone had used my IP address,

I knew it was you and I kept my mouth shut.

Even when they offered me a deal,
I kept my mouth shut

about your stupid campaign!

You even sent the cards to us!
Your own family!

I had to. Otherwise it would
have been a dead giveaway.

But when I saw Rohinka was scared,
and Fatima,

- I knew it had got out of hand.
- Yeah?

- I took the site down. Everything.
- Didn't stop you painting

- all over the road at Christmas, did it?
- I know, but I'd already bought the paint.

But that was it. My final statement.

Your statement? Is that what you're calling it?

"We Want What You Have".
So, if you had their property

then it would be okay?

Sounds a bit like jealousy to me.
And last time I looked,

- envy wasn't exactly Islamic.
- No, no, no. That's the thing.

It's funny when you think about it.

I was making a point
about Western obliviousness

and they think it's about property prices.

You tell them they are in a condition
of complete moral unconsciousness

and they worry about whether their house
is still worth two million quid!

And then they decide
you're a terrorist! These people.

- Unbelievable.
- "These people"?

What is it that you do or say
that makes you better than "these people"?

I'll talk to the police. Whatever it takes.

You truly are King of the Token Gesture.

No. I don't want you to talk to anybody.
Especially not me.

At least I brought
the community together, hey, bro?

Lunch time...

Oh, come on, Roger.

Do you think we'll get bored? In the country?

Green wellies with Chanel.

An Audi 4x4 parked in the driveway.

Flirting with the stable boy.

- I can just about see it, I suppose.
- Once we get the house sorted,

I'll find a little business to invest in.
Do something real, at least.

Yes. I look forward to you
devoting your energies

to selling widgets in Ludlow.

What would I do without you to ridicule me?

It doesn't bear thinking about.

We can change, you know.

We can change.

Why do people always say that
as if it's a good thing?

Oh, sorry. The door was open.

Hello, Bogdan. I don't remember selling you
along with the fixtures and fittings.

They wanted me to redecorate.

From "Chalky Downs" to "Cabbage White".

Really? Ooh, they'll regret that.

- Allah hafiz.
- Come on, Ammi,

we don't want to hit the traffic.

Lose some weight, Ahmed.
See how handsome Shahid is

since he went to prison.

You want to take a leaf out of his book.

You and your son looked like
chubby twins at breakfast.

Safe journeys, Ammi.

No more of that silly business,
boy on the world wide text or whatever it is.

You hear me, Usman?

And now my little jaan. Ale, ale.

- Daughter. It has been eventful.
- It has indeed.

Now to see about that upgrade!

I thought the new owners might be interested.

Slice of cultural history and all that.

I hardly think it's cultural history.
It's more like a curse.

Allah hafiz.

I think I might just be starting to like her.

His strength the more is

No foes shall stay his might

Though he with giants fight

He will make good his right

To be a pilgrim

How many minutes
are we going to be in our house now?