♪ ♪ LIZA: My youngest daughter, the apple of my eye... STEVIE: Caught in the middle of a fascist march.

Enough is enough!

Jack!

You just followed me to the depths of hell.

An anti-fascist fights.

VIVIEN: You taught me a Jew protects life.

They're coming for us, Daddy.

VIVIEN: I did what needed to be done!

I know what you are.

You don't know anything about me.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ PAUL: ♪ Down in the valley where the green grass grows ♪ ♪ There lived a lady in green she goes ♪ ♪ She grows, she grows ♪ ♪ She grows 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?

♪ (giggling) ♪ Yes, lord, yes, sir, at half past three ♪ ♪ Ice cakes, spice cakes ♪ ♪ Soft parfee ♪ ♪ And we'll have a wedding ♪ ♪ At half past three ♪ COLIN: 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.

(chuckles) (Vivien chuckles) I'll get him ready.

May God bless you and keep you.

May God shine His light on you and be gracious to you.

May God come toward you and grant you peace.

♪ ♪ Amen.

Amen.

♪ ♪ (blessing bread in Hebrew) OTHERS: Amen.

Come on, then, Jeremy, help yourself.

It's wonderful as ever, Mrs. Epstein.

Oh, schmoozer.

LIZA: David!

DAVID: For Roza.

Oh!

ROZA (laughs): Thank you, Uncle.

LIZA: I cried every night on our honeymoon.

Didn't I, David?

DAVID: She did, yeah.

LIZA (chuckling): Did I weep!

An East End girl in Manchester.

Might as well have been a foreign land!

(laughs): For four days and four nights, I was inconsolable.

But by the fifth night, I was sold.

All good at the salon, Viv?

(rumbling) It's the boiler, Roza.

Boiler.

All good at the salon, Viv?

Busy, non-stop, didn't sit down for two minutes.

Well, you won't have to worry about all that soon enough.

When you're married, you won't have to work all the time, I mean.

Jeremy said he doesn't mind me working, didn't you?

Well, your sisters all stopped.

I am happy to do whatever makes Vivien most happy.

Well, it doesn't look good on Mr. Klein if his son has to send his wife out to earn a wage.

Vivvy will know what to do.

JEREMY: Exactly.

Do you hear?

What?

(voice trembling): Upstairs, I can hear.

I'm telling you it's the boiler.

(sobs) LIZA: You want Jeremy to go and check for you?

Jeremy to the rescue!

Why make him schlep?

It won't be anything.

Let him check, for God's sake.

You're all right, Roza.

You're all right.

Vivien.

Get her a sherry, steady her nerves.

DAVID: You're safe here, Roza.

(glass clinking) (pouring sherry) (whimpering) VIVIEN: Here you are, Roza.

(Roza sighs) (exhales) Thank you, I'm fine, I'm fine.

Coast appears to be completely clear.

Always is.

♪ ♪ PHOTOGRAPHER: Right, lovely.

Chin down, Jeremy, show us your pearly whites.

Dad spoke to his friend at "The Chronicle."

PHOTOGRAPHER: Lovely, big smile.

Oh, yes?

We can do a big engagement announcement on the back pages, biggest they've ever had.

(shutter clicks) (flatly): What fantastic news.

♪ ♪ (keys jangling) (keys drop) Only me, Dad.

Mum wants the lunchboxes back.

She says you've been hoarding.

Oh.

Vivien.

Hello.

I didn't know you were coming back.

Well, I hear a mazel tov's in order.

A nice boy, good family.

Well, your parents must be delighted.

We're all over the moon.

So, what have you been doing, exactly?

Just... business.

Right.

You couldn't write or...

Some such?

I'm sorry.

You will always be my girl.

Yes.

You said that last time.

So... What have you come back for?

Corduroy.

From Guernsey.

Top-notch stuff.

Straight-back polyester.

St. Michael's best.

Vivien.

You have to forget about me.

Why?

I've been waiting.

I've been ready.

I'm ready.

(door rattling) One second!

(unlocks and opens door) Daddy!

I was just here to get your lunchboxes.

Mum asked me to come.

Couldn't find them.

Don't tell me.

You were measuring her up for a three-piece.

VIVIEN: Jack was just helping me look.

DAVID: You've got some nerve, son.

I'm sorry, sir.

VIVIEN: Jack.

You might as well just tell him.

What is there to lose?

Well, that is quite enough of that.

I'll just get back to work.

DAVID: Go home to help your mother, Vivien.

Don't embarrass yourself.

♪ ♪ JACK: So, I sorted the paperwork.

DAVID: Right.

JACK: June sale's still... ♪ ♪ He's come for you.

(engine idling) Come and get me, Jack.

(gate squeaks) Right, Jack.

(talking softly) (door shuts) Where's he gone?

What, what have you said to him?

Why are you doing this to me?

I am not doing anything to you.

Why is he disappearing again?

Please, Vivien, enough with the drama, Jeremy asked you, and you said yes.

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

We keep our word.

We do the honorable thing in this family, and that is who we are.

Yes.

That's what we're known for in our family, being honorable.

He's gone to deliver the Rothman suits, and he ain't coming back.

(shuts door) ♪ ♪ (blinds open) Wake up, Vivien, there is a train.

If you hurry, you'll make it in time.

What's the matter, Roza?

He's gone to London, East London.

I found the invoice for the suits in your dad's drawer.

Ridley Road.

Don't draw attention, try to fit in.

Call yourself Evans, not Epstein.

(clothes shifting) Don't let anyone know you're Jewish.

But I don't have money.

And I've never even been to London.

You have your scissors.

If you can learn one thing from me, Vivien, learn the right time to leave.

(train rumbling) ♪ ♪ (men shouting) Trafalgar.

Guys, come on, get going!

MAN: Hello, darling.

♪ ♪ WOMAN: Fresh flowers!

(people talking and calling in background) ♪ ♪ SOLY: They only gave it to him, even though his men have been frightening the tourists.

He cased the main attractions, and now Trafalgar Square.

Colin Jordan's booked it.

He managed to get a permit, the pernicious little (muted).

Sorry, Rabbi.

Right, the plan is... NANCY: Sol.

There's a young lady at the door.

This better not be another one of your shiksas.

No, Dad.

Honestly!

NANCY: No.

She's asking for Jack.

Let me go, Dad, let me find out.

Hello.

You selling something, love?

No, no, it's, I'm looking for Jack Morris.

I think he delivered some suits here, to this address, um, from Epstein Tailors in Manchester?

Perhaps you know him?

Now, I don't wanna upset ya, love.

You seem like a nice girl, but between you and me, Jack's probably on to the next bit of skirt.

I see.

Um... Well...

Thank you so much for your time.

Very helpful.

Ta-ra, love.

Who is she, Sol?

That's my niece.

What do you want me to do?

Shall I call your sister?

No, I'll keep an eye on her.

(people calling in background) Cheer up, love, might never happen!

(people exclaiming and calling in background) ♪ ♪ (men shouting) ♪ ♪ (talking softly) (kids playing) ♪ ♪ (people talking in background) NETTIE: It's two pounds a week, meals included, except on Sunday, when I'm at church.

Very affordable.

This street ain't what it was, Vivien...?

Evans.

Vivien Evans, lovely.

And what secretarial college are you attending?

Oh, no, I'm a hairdresser.

I found a salon in Soho in the "Gazette."

I'm going to go in the morning.

Soho?

Very exotic.

♪ ♪ LIZA: "I had to go.

Love, Vivien."

Go where?

Auntie, I know nothing.

(sighs) I want you to know.

When your family wrote to me... Oh, no, uh, please don't.

I, I don't want to speak of this.

I just said I, I needed time to think about it.

To get the spare room ready.

The wallpaper was only half-done.

If I knew then what I know now, you think I wouldn't try to help them straightaway?

I'm not a political person.

I didn't realize the danger they were in.

I'm so sorry, Roza.

I live with it every day.

She doesn't know.

She said she doesn't know.

LIZA: You can't punish me, Roza!

It's not fair!

Liza, for God's sake!

Control yourself, she'll be fine!

("The Huckelbuck" by Chubby Checker playing) ♪ Ah, here's a dance you should know ♪ ♪ Ah, baby, when the lights are down low ♪ ♪ I say grab your baby ♪ ♪ Then go ♪ ♪ Do the Hucklebuck ♪ This, baby?

♪ Do the Huckelbuck ♪ Yeah!

♪ If you don't know how to do it ♪ ♪ Then you're out of luck ♪ ♪ Oh, push your baby out ♪ Yeah!

♪ And then you arch your back ♪ Yeah!

♪ Start a little movement in your sacroiliac ♪ ♪ Wiggle like a snake ♪ BARBARA: I've tried a lot of girls.

Not all of them get their own chair.

I'm just being honest with you, like-- you need to muck in.

Keep the floors clean, clean out the rollers, make the tea, and keep the music playing.

Come on, I'll show you the back room.

The kettle is behind the towels, but most of the girls go out to the Trattoria-- oh, this is Stevie.

Stevie, this is the new girl-- Stevie's my boy.

Fold up the towels and bring them out to the sinks when you're ready.

Thank you, Barbara.

Thank you so much.

Do you work here, then?

No, I'm a law student.

I sometimes study here.

Oh.

And I help Mum out a bit.

Right.

You nervous or something?

Um, it's just I've read about salons like this in magazines.

Can't be real.

(laughs) Oh, it's real.

(laughs) (door opens) Sorry I'm late, Barbara!

They've cornered the whole of blooming Piccadilly off, ain't they?

Bloomin' students getting their knickers in a twist.

Oh, you our trainee, then?

How'd you do?

I'm Chrissy.

I'll be right with you, Gillian!

BURNS: The whole point of a local action group is to let the authorities know what we're witnessing in our own communities.

Ethel here, she lived on her street for 62 years.

People used to say hello, didn't they, Ethel?

Yeah.

Now, they've stuck her in a high-rise.

She doesn't know who's who, can't talk to anyone.

Shameful.

NETTIE: They've put my rent up, haven't they?

To drive me out, most likely.

My pension don't cover it!

I've had to rent out a room, at my age.

BURNS: Disgraceful, Nettie.

After everything we've given this country.

We need to say, enough is enough.

(doo-wop song playing) Goodbye.

Thank you for a great day, Barbara.

You enjoyed yourself?

Yes.

If it's boy trouble, let me tell you now, he's no good for you.

(chuckles) Experts in human behavior, hairdressers.

We can be anybody to anyone, you'll see.

Oh, let them take you out, let them treat you nice, but whatever you do, don't let them crawl up in there.

Like squatters, men.

Once they're in, there's no getting them out.

Well, you're right, I have lost someone.

Someone very dear to me.

Ah.

But I don't know whether he wants to be found, so I don't know what to do.

Well, one way to go about it would be to get yourself some new clobber.

Find the outfit, and the men come crawling out from under their rocks.

Besides, you could do with a more groovy look.

Now you got yourself a new job.

(gasps) (laughs): Thank you so, so much.

♪ ♪ (men shouting) Keep together, keep together!

This way, quick!

Down here, it's down here!

(people shouting) COLIN: We happen to live in a country that prizes freedom of speech, so you can shout and scream all you want.

(shouting) COLIN: But the truth is the truth.

They don't want you to say it.

(shouting) COLIN: They don't want you to name it.

They don't want you to call it what it is: purge of the white man.

The robbery of the white race.

And they're happy to use the white man... No.

...for the world's wars, to return home abused and humiliated.

But they don't want you to know this.

But know it!

MAN IN CROWD: Sieg Heil!

And know it now.

JACK: No more Judah!

Perish Judah!

Jack?

Enough is enough!

Jack!

COLIN: Jews are the saboteurs of Europe, destroying all that is true, and just and good... You fascist scum!

(grunts) (microphone squeaks) ♪ ♪ (police whistle blows) (men shouting, fighting) (yelps) (shouting, fighting) (yelps) (panting, audio distorting) Scum!

(audio distorting) STEVIE: Vivien!

Vivien!

Come on, let me help you.

You okay?

You all right, yeah?

Right, push!

Push your way through.

(crowd clamoring) Push your way through, push!

(shouting, fighting) MAN: Oy!

Keep walking.

Oy!

Don't come any closer.

How's it feel to know your time's up, mongrel?

Sod off, you fascist scum.

Same for your mongrel-loving girl.

We're getting Britain back, just you watch.

Tick tock, tick tock.

All right, clear off.

Go on.

Back you go.

Vivien, hey.

I'm sorry.

Where you going?

I'm sorry, I...

OFFICER: Hey, leave the girl alone.

You wanna worry about them, mate, not me!

I'm worrying about the bloke I'm looking at.

On your way, half-caste boy.

LIZA (over phone): 4960818.

Hello, Mum.

LIZA: Oh, Vivien!

Barukh Hashem-- where are you, my darling?

My baby girl.

VIVIEN (voice breaking): Mum... Tell me, sweetheart, let us come get and you!

I just need you to tell me everything will be all right.

LIZA: What?

Can you just... tell me?

LIZA: Of course it's not all right.

It's the opposite of all right, to be frank with you.

Jeremy's furious.

His mother's even worse, she wouldn't look at me at shul.

We don't know what this means for Daddy's business.

Mr. Klein's been so good about the rent.

You're not in London, are you?

Please God, don't go anywhere near London!

I have to go.

LIZA: Wait, Vivien, wait!

Don't accept drinks from men!

You'll wake up bleeding!

Vivien?

Vivien!

(sighs) ♪ As I lie awake ♪ ♪ Resting from the day ♪ ♪ I can hear the clock ♪ ♪ Passing time away ♪ ♪ Oh, I couldn't sleep ♪ ♪ For on my mind was the image ♪ ♪ Of the girl I ought to find ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Oh ♪ CHRISSY: It frames my face, doesn't it?

Makes me eyes pop.

Doesn't it make me eyes pop, Barb?

BARBARA: Yeah, it really suits you.

CHRISSY: I love it.

I love it, Barb.

I used nearly a whole can of lacquer.

You could throw rocks at it, it wouldn't budge!

(giggles) STEVIE: You all right, Vivien?

So, um, who were you marching with?

Communists, anti-war, anti-fascists?

I'm not an organization.

I mean, um, I'm not part of an organization.

I, um, I was just there with a friend.

They got a bit lost.

Were they hurt?

No, not really.

Well, it must have been a terrible shock seeing swastikas in Trafalgar Square in the middle of the day.

And you know they're free to do it, to hold those talks under freedom of speech.

The only arrests that ever get made are those of the anti-fascists.

That's why we're campaigning to change the law.

And I got you a leaflet.

Students Against Fascism-- join us.

Stevie...

I'm not into this.

I'm, I'm just not a political person.

Yes, yes, you are.

I cut hair, Stevie.

That's all I can do.

I'm sorry.

(bell clangs) You're all right sweetheart, just keep walking.

Nothing to worry about.

Think of this as a surprise family reunion!

Wait.

Don't say you don't remember your own Uncle Sol!

Get in the cab, go on.

Ow!

Mum will kill you for this, she'll go mad!

♪ ♪ You have to let me out!

It's all right, girl, we're taking you to Peter!

That's why you schlepped all the way to London, innit?

Who's Peter?

♪ ♪ Well, go on, then.

(door opens) Come on, girl.

Here you are.

(engine idling) Wait!

Wait!

(panting) (birds cawing) (man whistles) Jack.

Jack.

Jack!

♪ ♪ Jack!

(door opens) JACK: Vivien.

I tried to warn you.

I told you to stay away.

I couldn't have been any clearer.

You told me nothing.

Oh, come on, you're a bright girl, you can work it out.

I'm not good for you.

I do bad things to bad people.

I lie, I steal, I cheat, I'm not to be trusted, and you just followed me to the depths of hell.

Not a good idea.

Well.

I didn't follow you, actually.

I've been wanting to get out of Manchester for some time, as it happens.

It's you who's brought me here to this... What even is this?

Some sort of train graveyard, so you can tell me what a naughty boy you are?

Do me a favor.

(slaps) Ow, Viv.

Come on, then!

Hey, Viv.

If you're such a menace to society...

Okay, all right... Don't laugh at me!

I'm not laughing at you.

(shouting unintelligibly) At the march!

I saw you... Get your hands off me.

Listen to me, listen to me.

(grunts) 15 arson attacks on synagogues.

We're talking Molotov cocktails, explosives, the whole shebang.

What happened?

I don't know, do I?

Seven teenagers attacked by Clapton Pond.

Cricket bats, knifes, iron rods, would have been dead, should have been dead.

So what happened to you?

All stopped, all saved.

How?

How?!

(whispering): Oh, God.

Your uncle got a tip-off from inside, from me.

You...

They think you're one of them.

(whispering): Oh, Jack.

I never meant to hurt you.

Honestly, I didn't, but I'm in so deep, my darling, it'd give you nightmares.

So, Peter Fox.

That's who you are now.

That's who I am.

You don't want a wife?

Children?

A normal life?

This is bigger than you and me.

Then those stories you told me from when you were younger, about your friends getting beaten, what was that?

Was that... That's the reason I'm here.

I can pass, can't I?

When you can pass, they let you in.

How their minds work.

Not just Colin Jordan and his NSM Nazis.

Regular people.

Teachers, blokes down the pub.

You see the disgust, the rage, the way they sigh or wish something could be done.

The endless Jewish question, with only one answer.

Can I tell you, you're the love of my life?

♪ ♪ (voice trembles): No.

Can I tell you I'll never love anyone the way I love you?

Ever.

(whispering): No.

(sighs) (sniffs) ♪ ♪ You'll need a trim if you wanna look a bit more Third Reich.

(laughs) SOLY: All right, tickets, please.

Tickets, please.

First class!

Who's the gantse macher?

Come on.

(brake engages, engine stops) You see that building there?

You know what that is?

VIVIEN: No.

That's a yeshiva.

A school for Jewish boys.

But there's no signs, no Hebrew, no Star of David, nothing.

'Cause if there were, they wouldn't be able to deal with the death threats.

You see, Vivien, the NSM are a nasty bunch, and they're coming tonight to assess it for an attack.

And now how do we know that?

My Jack.

Sorry, Peter Fox.

You ever talk to your cousin Roza about what happened to her?

No, she can't talk about it.

"How bad can it get?"

That's what her dad used to say.

"How bad can it really get?"

Even when the German officials came to their town, they took rooms with the Jewish families.

Friendly as anything.

One of them even brought their Jewish landlady a box of chocolates.

"See?

It's not so bad," her dad said.

"What is this cruelty you speak of?

"They're not gonna take us away from our homes, "this is our country.

What a ridiculous, paranoid notion."

And when the German vans parked outside their house, they stayed there for two weeks.

They waved at them, they said hello.

They learnt their names.

And in 20 minutes, they were rounded up in the dead of the night.

You see, Vivien, everything seems absolutely fine until the moment that it ain't, and then it's just too late.

He's got important work to do.

You forget about him, Vivien, move on.

You stay out the way, darling.

Now, your old man will meet you at Manchester station tomorrow, the 9:15 from Euston.

And do me a favor, you give your mother my regards.

LEE: When the leader asks us to be prepared, this is what he means: training hard, being on time, and keeping in shape.

(whistles): Line up!

Listen up and I'll tell you who's coming tonight.

The leader's got an address of a Jewish school, but it ain't no scrum-- it's just homework, observation.

Jones.

Parks.

Fox.

You're in.

Did you just roll your eyes at me?

No.

Where you been?

Family stuff.

Yeah?

Well, the leader was asking.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

All sorted now.

♪ ♪ All right, let's get moving.

Ignore it, Peter.

He don't mean it.

SOLY: I like to look them in the whites of their eyes, Vivien.

Think they can stalk the streets intimidating women, children, elderly?

Then they meet us, don't they?

When you meet muscle with muscle, they tend to think twice.

LEE: Follow my lead and do as I say.

Sparks, keep your head down, mate.

That's where the Jew scum are, in that building there.

MAN: Ready?

(shouting): Perish Judah.

Perish Judah.

Okay, light it up.

Light what up?

We're doing it tonight.

(footsteps approaching) I don't believe it.

Of course the rats are out, look at this lot, look.

All right, lads?

LEE: Vermin, all of you!

How's it going?

Come on, you sneaky Yids, come on!

RONNIE (shouting): Come on, you cowards!

LEE: Fox!

Get it out!

(men grunting, struggling) (objects clinking) (grunting and groaning) LEE (shouting): Light it!

Light it!

(liquid sloshing) Quickly!

(lighter clicking) JACK: It's not working!

LEE: Give us here!

SOLY: Ronnie!

The bottle, it's a Molotov, stop him!

(grunts) (bottle clinking) LEE: Peter!

(grunting, pounding) (grunts) (window shatters) (flames roaring, fighting continues) (explosion booms) (men exclaiming, grunting) (gasping and yelping, sirens blaring) (rain falling, machinery banging in distance) (footsteps approaching) NETTIE: Last day before they go off, so eat up.

Stinks the place out, but the oil's good for your skin.

(car approaches, horn honks) I haven't packed yet.

I haven't... Just get in, sweetheart.

(door opens) (door closes) Vivien, you met Rabbi Lehrer?

My father has your books.

Oh.

(chuckles softly) (clears throat) Has something happened?

Last night was a dark night.

A yeshiva boy, a very promising young student, died, Vivien.

His mother's only son.

I'm sorry to have to tell you this.

And I've more bad news.

We haven't heard from Jack, but we know he was injured and that the ambulance went to the Royal East London Infirmary.

But for any one of us to go and ask for him is... Well, it isn't very wise.

(engine stops) VIVIEN: Do you have a Peter Fox?

No.

Um, Jack Morris?

No.

Thank you.

(phone ringing) LEHRER: Walk confidently, like you're meant to be there.

Any young males, white, 16 to 24, could be NSM.

Any sense of being followed, leave immediately.

If he's there, he'll get word to you.

If he's not, find out when he was discharged, and if you can, get an address.

NURSE: No, that's it, that's it, Mr. Harrison.

We'll forward it to you.

(Harrison murmurs) All right.

Right there.

NURSE: Excuse me, can I help you?

♪ ♪ (receiver slams) Damn it!

SOLY: Who did you ask?

Hey?

What name did you give?

Sol, Vivien did very well.

She stuck to the script.

She asked for a Peter Fox, not registered.

She asked for a Jack Morris, not registered.

So what are you going to do now?

I'm sorry?

I said, what are you going to do now?

You were the one who sent him in there with those animals, and now he's lost and God knows where.

They could be onto him, torturing him.

Yeah, all right, sweetheart.

Look, you've had a shock.

Have a drink, yeah?

He's on his own.

And you have no idea, do you?

You have no idea how to get to him.

You lot don't have a clue.

What, we don't have a clue, yeah?

Let me tell you something, bubbale.

See the rabbi here?

Now, now, now, now...

Rabbi, please, let me speak.

The rabbi here, he was at the liberation of the camps.

He saw the horrors firsthand, but don't mind him, 'cause he don't know his arse from his elbow.

And me, I fought off the Blackshirts on Cable Street, united 20,000 people.

Victorious, we were-- we went down in history!

(shouting): But I don't have a clue!

NANCY: Sol!

What if he had a girl who was looking for him?

A girl he was courting from up north, who got worried when she didn't hear back from him.

She could just turn up unexpectedly.

Ask a few innocent questions?

No one knows me.

No one knows who I am.

That's impossible.

Well, I went to the hospital, didn't I?

You got the rabbi to come and get me.

You can't think I'm that much of an idiot.

RONNIE: Vivien, Colin Jordan and his NSM thugs are dangerous.

They're a bunch of murderers.

This ain't a game.

SOLY: All right, so where did you meet him?

How long have you known him?

What's your cover story?

VIVIEN: I soon realized that Peter was on the right path to install good old... Good old fascist values.

And I agree with that, all of that.

So if I could just have a moment with him... (inhales) No, it'll never work.

You can't go in unannounced and just declare yourself.

It is too fishy.

Yeah, but it was a noble idea.

Kudos to you.

Rabbi?

Kudos to her.

No, I can get it, I know I can.

It's not just something you can blag.

It takes months of training.

Needs to be simpler.

You need to flatter him more.

Praise him.

Be a fan.

Big fan.

That's all men want.

Simple creatures, all of them.

Mr. Jordan, can I just thank you for all the hard work you are doing for the people of this country?

We are so grateful for all your hard work and dedication.

(sighing): Thank you.

Like that.

More like that.

I'd like to thank you, Mr. Jordan, for all your hard work in getting our country back from alien invasion.

We need you.

The country needs you.

A leader like you to take our country back.

(chuckles): Yeah.

Your mother will sit shiva for me all over again.

(all laughing) NANCY: Yeah.

(on radio): ♪ Sweet dreams ♪ Oh, I'm glad you came in in the end.

The girls were talking, worried you was up the duff.

No.

Listen, there's a doctor on the top of Wardour Street.

He'll put you on the pill.

You have heard of the pill, right?

Yeah, I've read about it, but I've never... Avroid's the one you want.

It's three bob a week, not bad.

You don't even need a wedding ring or nothing.

I'll write it down for you.

(whispering): So... You take it and there's no risk?

Oh, no, no, no risk of a sprog, just a risk of a blooming good time.

(both laugh) Oh.

I think I like the sound of that.

Thank you.

(radio continues) (paper bag crinkling) Vivien?

Mm-hmm?

Mum was furious.

She was.

None of her girls come in late, let alone hours late.

Couldn't believe your luck starting here, that's what you told me.

I know.

So what are you taking the piss for?

(sighing): I'm not.

I'm sorry.

Well, what have you been doing?

Nothing.

Look, I promise I won't be late again.

I've got to rush off.

Sorry.

VIVIEN: Mrs. Jones?

BURNS: Thank you very much for joining us.

Today, my wife went to our local corner shop, like her mother before her and her mother before her.

She bought a pound of mince... A couple of spuds... A pint of milk... And a candle.

The food was for our tea.

The candle was for our loss, because that's the last time she'll go to that shop.

You see, after nearly 100 years of trading, it's being forced to close down.

Last year, one of the biggest shops in Europe opened a few streets from our home, shutting down shops, markets, destroying lives.

The owner's name?

Jack Cohen.

(whispering) This shop is Tesco.

He's one of the four Jewish families in charge of the world.

They run the banks, the newspapers, the television, and soon, the supermarkets that will change our High Street and ruin our communities.

We've been in the dark for too long, but if we stand together, we can finally take our country back.

(applauding) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (door closes) I just spoke to her.

Oh, David.

Really?

Yeah.

She's absolutely fine.

(sighs) Where is she?

She's in London.

London?

Oh, no!

With, uh, a friend.

Which friend?

This better not have anything to do with my brother.

Of course it doesn't.

She's fine, that's all that matters.

Don't get yourself worked up about it.

(breathes deeply) She'll be home soon.

SOLY: They own the whole building, which means serious funding.

They're gaining power up and down the country.

(brake engages, engine stops) Here we are.

It's that one there.

Now, you keep to the script, just as we practiced.

You go in there, you ask where Peter is, and then you leave.

And any doubts, you get out.

I'll be here.

That's it.

20 minutes max, all right?

(breathes deeply) (speaking Hebrew) Do what?

"Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil."

Go on.

(quietly): All right.

(door opens) (door closes) (doorbell rings) (door unlocking) Hello.

My name's Jane Carpenter.

I've come to see Mr. Jordan.

I'm Peter Fox's friend.

All for the Volk, and the Volk for all.

Perish Judah.

♪ ♪ (door closing, locking) (device hissing, typewriter clacking) LEE: Take a seat.

(knocking) (door opens) (door closes) ♪ ♪ (talking in other room) ♪ ♪ (door opens) In you go.

♪ ♪ (door closes) Miss Carpenter.

Mr. Jordan.

Please.

It's such a pleasure to meet you at last.

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

Don't look so frightened.

(horn honking) How could you lose her, Dad?

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

Are you following me?

Who are you?

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