♪ ♪ Where are we?

You want to see Peter, don't you?

Such a beautiful house.

Loaned to us every few months.

♪ ♪ VIVIEN: There were men doing exercises.

Jordan's been eyeing up his own paramilitary force.

And that's how we'll get them.

SOLY: You are gonna plant that wherever Jordan works.

(smacks) (knocking on door) I got jumped!

You beauty!

COLIN: You're safe here, Miss Carpenter.

I do want you to talk with me, be with me.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ELISE: ♪ Lavender blue, dilly-dilly, lavender green ♪ ♪ I'll be your king, dilly-dilly ♪ ♪ You'll be my queen ♪ Wakey wakey.

(sharp gasp) Oh, sorry.

I didn't know how to get you up, you went off in a deep sleep.

(chatter in background) Oh, don't worry, you're decent.

PAUL: I said I don't want to, no, I don't!

WOMAN: If you had listened... What time is it?

It's a little after 8:00.

All the boys are hungover something rotten, so I did a fry up, didn't I?

The leader seemed to be in high spirits after seeing you.

Yeah.

Such a powerful speaker.

(shouting, door slams shut) Shall we go check on Little Paul?

It's not Little Paul, that's Francoise.

Who's Francoise?

The leader's wife.

FRANCOISE: Then what was the point in going, and all those endless discussions?

COLIN: You know the point, you know it very well.

FRANCOISE (sighing): I don't know what to tell them.

COLIN: Tell them whatever you want.

FRANCOISE When will you strike?

Paul!

FRANCOISE: When will you act?

FRANCOISE: It's delaying it.

No, come here!

COLIN: It's not delay, it's strategy.

It's about pragmatism, I've told you.

Bang.

Have you come to assassinate us all?

No, sorry, Paul found it.

I'm not sure it's safe.

Of course it's not safe, it's a pistol, and he's an eight-year-old boy.

So who is this, Colin?

Our nanny or a mistress?

Or have you got lucky and found a woman for both?

Jane, this is my wife, Francoise Dior.

Francoise, Jane is a friend of the movement.

Hm.

He thinks pushing his mistresses in my face will do something, but it does nothing.

No... No, honestly... (gasps) Hm.

She has your mother's eyes, Colin.

Careful you don't fall in love.

You know how your mother let you down.

COLIN: Jane, gather your things.

Best you leave right away.

PAUL: Does she really have to leave, Daddy?

Daddy?

Daddy!

Please, we'll have such fun.

Please let her stay.

Lee will drive you.

VIVIEN: Yes, yes, of course.

♪ ♪ (door opens) ELISE: How you getting on?

I've fixed up your blouse, I mean, it's, it's not tailor standard but, you know, I've tried my best.

Thank you.

Do you want me to wash yours for you?

Oh no, no, no, it's all right, I'll take it to laundry.

Here you go, you must've dropped it.

That's not mine.

Isn't it?

Oh... how strange.

Sorry, it's just my mistake.

(knock on door) LEE: Jane, you need to come right away.

♪ ♪ LEE (voiceover): Bet you got a shock seeing his missus this morning.

She's a looker, isn't she?

Proper classy bird, that one.

All the lads are mad for her.

What about you, are you mad for her?

I'm not here for all that.

I don't care about the spotlight, swigging champagne with the la-di-das.

I've got a baby on the way, ain't I?

When the uprising comes and the leader's in charge... (flicks lighter) He's promised the party he'll buy all us members a house each.

Big house, with a garden and that for our loyalty like.

Never had nothing like that before, me and Elise.

So we're gonna do good by him.

Sounds wonderful.

Lucky baby.

(exhales) So how'd you grow up then?

Me?

Yeah, you.

(flicks lighter) (laughs) Oh my goodness, are we going in that?

How marvelous!

Not bad, is it?

1961 Jaguar Mk.

X, triple carburetor engine, with independent rear suspension.

You know, I tried to be a cabby but they took my money and failed me, didn't they?

It's a racket.

Do you manage to take Elise out in it much?

Not likely with Lady Dior in town.

I'll be ferrying her about.

Late scoot tonight into Claridge's probably, where most of our subs end up nowadays.

Is there a meeting at HQ tonight?

GEORGE ROCKWELL: Wowzers.

Right, come on.

GEORGE: Would you look at this place!

Oh no, I'm ready to go.

I don't need the whole thing, I'm ready to start.

LEE: Come on, get in.

(engine turns) ♪ Oop, oop ♪ ♪ Oop, oop, oop ♪ ♪ Alley oop, oop, oop, oop ♪ ♪ There's a man in the funny papers we all know ♪ ♪ Alley oop, oop, oop, oop, oop ♪ ♪ He lives way back a long time... ♪ (indistinct chatter) Sorry I'm late, Barb.

The bus took ages.

Relax your hand, son, that's it.

CHRISSY: Here, Viv, take a look at this.

Chrissy!

What on earth?

Met this fella, took me for a knickerbocker glory, didn't he?

He had one spoon of ice cream, and honestly, sucking me all over, he was!

Once he started I couldn't get him off!

(laughs) BARBARA: All right, all right, leave it out, get back to work.

(quietly): She's got the hump 'cause Stevie's got jumped again.

What happened to him?

Oh, the usual.

White lads having a laugh, roughed him up a bit.

Why he don't grow a pair and stand up for himself, I don't know.

But they took his books from him, didn't they?

Hit him where it hurt.

♪ Don't blame me ♪ ♪ I can't help the way I feel ♪ ♪ Don't you know that it's for real, it's love, dear ♪ ♪ Don't blame me ♪ If I fall for your charms, and I take you in my arm... ♪ Oh, you beaut.

Nice one, Vivien.

♪ Don't blame me ♪ COLIN (recording): Yes, type it out please, get it printed.

I want all members with a copy tonight.

They are the crawling vermin festering under the pain and struggle of the white man... SOLY: Well, are we weakling rats or powerful overlords controlling the world?

Make your bleedin' mind up.

COLIN (recording): But commie bastards don't know what's coming to them.

SOLY: How dare you.

I'm a capitalist bastard.

I own the biggest cab firm in London, darling, I drop your daughters home at night.

RONNIE: All right, Dads.

Here's the commie bastard.

You got the tapes then?

She did well.

You know, it does my nut in being called a commie.

Nothing wrong with wanting a fair distributionalized resources, Dad.

FRANCOISE (recording): Just take the meeting, it's been set up, it's been agreed, you have to put your pride to the side this time, Colin.

Play that back.

(recording): For God sake, what's wrong with you?

COLIN (recording): No leader would... (tape stops, rewinds) FRANCOISE (recording): The meeting, it's been set up, it's been agreed, you have to put your pride to the side this time, Colin.

For God's sake, what's wrong with you?

COLIN (recording): No leader would tolerate it.

Must be big for him to get that worked up.

FRANCOISE (recording): Why are you so afraid of confrontation?

We've gotta get Vivien back in, Dad.

♪ ♪ Hello.

Hello.

Got two minutes?

We need to talk.

Barbara, would you mind if I show this lady some of the hair pieces we have in stock?

Go on.

Oh, Nancy.

It's all right, you're all right, you're out of there.

I slept in his room, Nancy.

I tried so hard to stay awake, but I just-- Did he touch you?

Did he lay a finger on you?

No.

One of the NSM girls found my hairdressing card.

Did you tell her you worked here?

No, I didn't, I denied it, but I did tell her that I was a hairdresser.

Was I not meant to?

I didn't know, I didn't know!

Don't worry about that, don't dwell on that.

I am so out of my depth, Nancy, I am blagging it, I can't!

You're doing great.

You're helping us.

His wife was there.

Oh, Francoise Dior.

We heard her.

You did it.

The transmitter worked.

(approaching footsteps) (gasps) This one's good to highlight your cheekbones, although it does weigh a little on the heavy side.

Do Dior and Jordan live together?

No, she's been banned by immigration for years.

The Duke of Westwick must've pulled some strings, or she paid someone off.

So why is she here?

Synagogue arson, probably.

Sadistic little bitch.

(distant laughter) As I was leaving, an American man arrived.

What did he look like?

Tall and imposing and, and smoking a pipe.

It's Rockwell.

Oh, my God.

Who's that?

The leader of the American Nazi Party.

(footsteps approaching) He and Jordan don't get on.

Nancy, I have to go back in there.

Now as you can see, we have a fine selection-- excuse me, ladies.

Now these weigh a ton, but you get the thickness you're looking for, do you know what I mean?

♪ ♪ (flicks switch) (takes off shoes) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ You found my prayer book.

I was dusting, I wasn't snooping.

You should've brought something like that up.

I'm sorry.

I can forgive many a sin, but telling an untruth, that's wicked.

You know... they call the war the Jewish war.

They said it weren't a war we needed to get involved with, but we did.

And the loss... we all paid a price.

I'm sorry, you've been nothing but kind to me.

This is my home.

I advertised for someone that I'd have something more in common with.

I can only apologize.

Just don't tell me no more lies.

No.

'Course I won't.

Where are you going?

Just drinks with some of the salon girls.

Well, just be careful of the dance halls, that's all I'm saying.

They used to be civilized affairs until the West Indians took over.

Now they're riddled with vice.

White slavery is a serious problem, Vivien.

And a girl like you would go for a very competitive price.

(distant chatter) (doorbell buzzes) (sighs) (door opens) Perish Judah.

Lee just told me to drop this off.

What is it?

Ink for the linotype.

One minute.

(door shuts, latches) (indistinct chatter) Did I?

I don't remember.

♪ ♪ (door unlatches) I can't find Lee-- what'd he tell you, exactly?

Oh, just that you were running low, and I was to bring this round.

I'll just drop it off, it's no trouble.

(linotype whirring) (linotype stops) PETER: They've been rowing for hours, Jordan and Rockwell, can't find out why.

Take one for Soly.

(grunts in pain) (sighs) Have they stuck you down here?

You need to get up there.

She went to his bedroom, didn't she?

Jane Carpenter?

If he laid one finger on you...

He didn't touch me.

(footsteps approaching) (distant chatter) You dropped it off then?

Yeah.

One sec.

(linotype part clicks) Night then.

Night.

I'm not being funny, mate, but you know how he can get.

It's all good, Jeff.

Feels like we're really making progress.

Yeah.

Really feels that way, doesn't it?

Finally.

Life's looking up!

Jeff, would you give Francoise something she asked me to bring?

What is it?

Just a little thing... Just a little lady thing...

Uh, no, no, you, you go.

You go give it to her, go on.

Be quick!

ROCKWELL: You're not afraid of sending the negroes out, looting and rioting.

COLIN: No one is disagreeing with that.

COLIN: No, no, look-- ROCKWELL: No-- why?

Isn't that the whole point, ruffle some feathers?

I mean, you're not afraid of disruption, are you?

Not afraid of the strength of your own men?

COLIN: No, no I am not afraid of a call-to-arms, if that's what you're referring to.

When the time is right, I'll-- Well, it kind of feels like now or never, right, chaps?

Sorry, sorry, George, let me finish, because this is an important point.

Mm-hm.

The, the white man has been conned by the right, shamed by the left.

ROCKWELL: Mm-hm.

COLIN: And he doesn't know what or who he is.

Now, granted the shamed man is the angry man, but he must be educated on the means of his oppression, identify the alien labor that undercuts his wages so that he become organized.

Organized?

They're organized!

Send them out!

Out onto the streets, Colin!

No, because without effective planning there can be no real long-term gain.

ROCKWELL: Have you any idea of the number of big shots who have invested in you, Colin?

I have put my neck on the line to secure you those investments, and people have faith in you.

They have confidence in you.

And if we let them down, it won't be pretty.

(door opens) Now what you call strategy I call over caution.

We know we have the numbers, we know we have the support.

Oh, good, I thought I had scared you away.

Oh, no.

COLIN: Look, George, tensions are high, it's not useful to us to be afraid and lash out.

FRANCOISE: A dedicated Nazi, America needs it.

Fantastic negotiator.

Wonderful.

COLIN: It's foolish... Who's he being negotiating with?

COLIN: I can't compromise my men in that way.

ROCKWELL: Can you imagine?

If this moment passes, if you fail to grasp the opportunity when it presents itself, it will be a tragedy... Maybe because their country is so big, they feel they have to shout so loud.

But the Americans are always good at getting blood from a crowd.

ROCKWELL: ...lecturing and reasoning with them.

He's like a preacher, no?

ROCKWELL: ...through emotional engineering.

Mm.

Did you grow up a church-going girl, Jane?

Yes, very much so.

So you had a lot of Jesus in your life?

A ton.

ROCKWELL: When I educate in uniform... COLIN: Nonsense, utter nonsense.

The members have elected me to this position of leadership and they've elected me for a reason.

Now, anxiety is natural, of course it is, but these investments will be instrumental in our progress.

ROCKWELL: Oh, I love it when he plays the teacher, don't you?

He's gonna be taking off his belt next.

(laughter) You've done sterling work in securing those resources, but it's only a start, it is not enough for the scale of operations that we are capable of.

You see, he's a clever guy, a smart guy, what was it, Colin, was it, Cambridge or Oxford?

It was Cambridge.

Ah.

And it was full of upper-class bullies.

I didn't bow down to them then, and I won't bow down to them now.

I'm going to stay firm, stay strong, and stick to my plans.

And this is why he is the leader!

(cheers and applause) Come on!

Come on, look at him, give him something, oh come on!

(cheers and applause) Don't hold back.

Look, the color's coming into his cheeks!

(cheers and applause) Colin Jordan!

Your leader!

Sieg Heil!

ALL: Sieg Heil!

Sieg Heil!

Ladies, will you excuse us for a minute?

I'm nothing to these men but a courier in a skirt.

ROCKWELL: The man who is in touch with the people, who people respect and people respond to.

A man with a plan, and I have to say, that when I set up the World Union... Come, let's drink together.

Why should only men have whisky and cigars?

ROCKWELL: Now, some say that maybe I should have been the leader and some say maybe Colin should, and as it happens, I don't have feelings either way.

COLIN: The rally tomorrow begins here...

Wait, you have some mascara.

Oh, do I?

Mm.

COLIN: ...so we keep walking through.

End point is the Ridley Road Synagogue.

Its leader, Rabbi Lehrer, is the central figure in European Jewish thuggery.

It's not about God, it's politically charged.

Oh, just a bit more.

COLIN: Distributing literature, he's organizing men, so we want to put him in his place, remind him of our presence, mobilize the white folk in the area.

All done.

I'll get us a bottle of something.

What do you fancy?

Anything.

Strong, no ice.

I'll bring it to you.

Why are you going around telling people I told you to bring ink?

I never.

What do you mean?

You've been telling everyone I told you to come.

That's a lie, why would you say that?

(quietly): Well, between you and me, the leader invited me.

(approaching footsteps) I didn't wanna cause any disrespect to Mrs. Jordan.

Sorry if I did the wrong thing, I just... well, I wanted to be discrete, really.

Did he talk to you about your subs?

No.

Right, well, you need to pay up.

Six shillings a week.

Everyone pays for their membership.

You wanna come out and eat the food, go to the meetings, it costs, don't it?

Why shouldn't you have to pay?

You still here?

Or have you got some sort of arrangement with the leader that I should know about?

No, no, I don't have an arrangement.

Of course, I'd be happy to pay, I'll bring it to you in the morning.

And I'm gonna need to see documents as well.

Documents?

Yeah, everyone provides them, don't they, Jeff?

Birth certificate or something.

Just so we know you are who you say you are.

What is this, lads?

We didn't know if she was invited.

That's all right, Jeff, you did the right thing.

I can handle it.

I was just saying to Jane that we need her subs and her document, sir.

Lee's being very thorough with his official duties.

I'm sure you can oblige him.

'Course I can.

See, Lee, no need to worry.

And we'll be treating Miss Carpenter as a verified member from here on.

Is that understood?

Yes, sir, of course.

(distant laughter) Look, um... matters between my wife and I are, um... well, they're, uh, they're, they're not straightforward.

Sorry.

Don't be sorry.

It's, it's good Paul has his mother home.

(sniffs) Is it?

FRANCOISE: If you must flaunt your passion so publicly, the least you could do is ensure I have a drink to distract me.

(quietly): Meet me at the bottom of Dalston Lane at 5:00 tomorrow, would you?

Course.

Goodnight, Mrs. Jordan.

(footsteps descending) ♪ ♪ Daddy?

Well, don't just stand there, you dozy mare, get in!

(engine starts) (door shuts) Where are we going?

David?

Station.

No, Daddy, they're planning a march.

SOLY: Where?

Ridley Road to the shul.

Bastards.

You can't send me home.

What have you done?

For 20 years, 20 years, I have been training infiltrators.

And if I had been your son, I would've been one of them.

It takes months, sometimes years, for an individual to be assessed, to become prepared.

To allow you to set foot among these fascists is... it's unforgivable.

I don't care how you justify it!

It was foolish and reckless.

You, you could've got killed!

David, we gotta tell the rabbi, mate.

You tell the rabbi.

Colin Jordan trusts me, Daddy.

He's opening up to me.

I'm taking you home.

I'm taking her home!

Will you tell your old man it was your idea to go in?

What did you teach me, Daddy?

What was the number one lesson you drummed into us?

Vivi, I can talk to the Kleins if that's what this is about.

You can come back... No, sod the Kleins.

You taught me a Jew protects life, above all else.

She's right, David.

They're coming for us, Daddy.

We have to act now.

Please.

They know your name, they know your address, they know the time of the Rosh Chodesh service, and they know the floor plan of your shul.

(reading from Torah) "Toh."

Torah, "toh."

It's not your Torah, it's God's Torah, unless you're calling yourself God, Samuel, which your mother might well agree with, but, one more time please, your bar mitzvah's just two weeks away.

This is where they're meeting.

Surely it's obvious, rabbi.

We take the tapes to Special Branch.

But there's no one in there fighting for us; there's more fascists inside the Met than out.

DAVID: So you take what you have.

SOLY: Yeah, but we don't have enough, David, we need more insider stuff.

Jordan'll just play the self-defense card, they'll say they're protecting themselves from Yiddish thugs.

You know the score!

Shh, shh.

Francoise has bought arms.

Please, rabbi, cancel the service and let me get some proper numbers.

I'm not canceling anything.

Surely, rabbi...

I have a grieving mother in my congregation, and you have sent more Jewish boys out onto the streets with knives and cricket bats-- enough already, I'm not an army commander, I'm not about to make soldiers of my worshippers.

Too much violence, Sol, too much.

Yeah, but we've got no choice but to fight.

Then go to the police, and if the fascists destroy the synagogue, we build another one.

We're not a people of place, our cathedrals are in the calendar, not on the ground.

I, I tell you what, I'll go to the union boys on the docks, 'cause they still owe me.

No.

No more an eye for an eye-- you go to the police, Sol.

Well, you better start praying, rabbi.

CHRISSY: She always does it, she makes it all about her.

I've told her, you're losing clients, people don't wanna hear about your mother-in-law.

I mean, share a bit, by all means, but don't keep going on... (radio music playing) (indistinct chatter) ♪ ♪ Thank you.

Thank you.

(laughs) (door opens and shuts) (indistinct chatter) ♪ ♪ Oh, blimey, look at your hair.

It's been a while, has it?

Just lay back.

♪ ♪ LIZA (voiceover): Roza, is that you?

Yes, Auntie.

LIZA: Don't put the milk on the carpet.

Put it in the sink, for God's sake.

All right, Auntie.

(footsteps approaching) Did you put it in the... ROZA: I put the milk in the sink.

I told the girls this rug would be a nightmare.

Did they listen?

Did they take their heels off?

Did they give me a thought when they flick their eyeshadow and blush all over the shop?

I dunno.

Why did you put the papers from Uncle's shop back?

Did you not read them?

No.

Darling, do me a favor, pass me the bucket, would you?

I thought you said you were beside yourself with worry.

You say you are kept in the dark, but you don't want to know, do you?

Roza, Mr. Epstein is taking care of things.

He's given me his word.

What am I supposed to do?

I've got the electrician coming on Thursday, the whole living room needs re-wiring.

He's told me she's at the theater.

She's... (voice breaking): she's having a lovely time at the theater.

(inhales) (bird twittering outside) Birth certificate?

Why's he got a girl's birth certificate?

(papers rustling) Bank accounts?

What's he been doing?

COLIN (on recording): Yes, I think so.

I think that's right.

About half-past 4:00, I think.

Four mongrel lads, yes.

Yes, thanks very much.

(hangs up telephone) (switches recording off, sighs) What's obvious from these recordings is the use of slurs, racial slurs, the language they use... most unsavory.

Yeah, well... you do tend to get that... with fascists.

And this march on Ridley Road, certainly a concern.

Well, this one appears to be an international operation.

They've got members from Paris, America.

This is big.

Well, sounds like a matter for Special Branch.

I was hoping you'd say that.

And you've been targeted by them personally, have you?

Yeah, I have, yeah.

Unprovoked?

(chuckling): Well, I wouldn't dream of causing aggravation, a little four by two like me, do leave off.

They'll rip me to shreds.

How'd you get the tape?

Well, as I told you, it was an anonymous source, it must've been an inside job.

Some poor sod realizes that Jordan's meshuggeneh... ...a nut job, and then he wants out.

Soly, who sent you the tapes?

Where were they sent to?

(siren blaring outside) Perlmutter's, Ridley Road.

The old fabric shop?

Yeah.

You're not in the schmutter trade, though, are you?

No, I own a cab firm.

Why have you got a fabric shop, then?

Simple question, Sol.

Are you gonna send these tapes to Special Branch, or what?

Just asking what they'd ask me, that's all.

Only trying to give you the best chance of a good result.

(inhaling): But... doesn't quite add up, does it?

Hmm?

Owning a fabric shop that isn't a fabric shop.

Bit fishy, wouldn't you say?

Unless you tell me what you do use it for.

Curtains.

Curtains?

Yeah.

My wife does 'em, it relaxes her, you know, after the turn.

It used to be just family, now she does it for all the housewives.

If your missus wants hers redone, you give me a tinkle.

I'll give you a nice little discount.

Who else visits your curtain shop, Soly?

And don't take me for a mug.

♪ ♪ There's a crowd of us.

We exchange intel, share what we know, and then we warn the community.

♪ ♪ What you gone done and spent now?

Please don't go to the rally, Lee.

Don't start.

Jane's lying about who she is, where she works.

I went there to get my hair done and they've never heard of Jane Carpenter.

Well, you must've got the place wrong.

Her coat was on the staff peg, it could've only been hers, it's got a butterfly on it.

There must be a dozen girls out there with butterflies on their coats.

What's the matter with you?

No, no, not like this!

I am telling you.

Maybe she's an undercover police officer.

What would an undercover police officer be doing working in an hairdressers?

Don't be daft.

Well... well, maybe Peter is.

That's why she went from him to the leader.

They're in on it together, must be a trap or something.

Come on, think about it.

Are you still gonna go to rally?

Course I am!

Well, what if you get arrested again?

I can't cope on my own.

I'll be all right.

I'll be all right!

They're gonna arrest you, I know it, and I'm gonna be on my own.

Move.

I can't have 'em take another baby away, Lee, I can't cope with that.

(distant baby crying, footsteps descending) Apologies for the delay.

I tried my best, but... it's not good news, sadly.

You better be joking.

The end of the day, Mr. Malinovsky, they do have a permit.

Not much we can do if they're doing things by the book.

But what about the relentless campaign of harassment?

The attacks, the abuse?

There would need to be a full investigation.

(shouting): Well, do a bleedin' investigation!

A young boy in my community was killed, detective, and you lot have done nothing-- no interviews, no charges!

We found evidence of an house party gone wrong.

Glass bottles!

A bottle of cherry pop ain't evidence!

Bottom line is Mr. Jordan has a legal permit.

In this country, we practice freedom of speech.

If these tapes had any evidence of violence or weapons, but a bit of bad language?

What kind of country would we be if we locked people up for saying things we didn't like?

You need proper physical evidence.

Your recordings have been acquired illegally, haven't they, Mr. Malinovsky?

I'm afraid the only person breaking the law here is you.

When will you pigs realize that you got blood on your hands?

I beg your pardon?

I said thank you very much, detective.

You've been quality, decent... A real mensch!

JACK: Join the march.

White man's victory, join the march.

You all right, Lee?

Leader's stuck me here, ain't he?

What's up?

You all right?

On high alert for moles... snakes... ...little grasses.

(indistinct chatter) Hey, watch it!

♪ ♪ (men shouting, indistinct chatter) (shouting continues) LEHRER (voiceover): Shalom.

Welcome.

Welcome.

Shalom.

Welcome.

(quietly): Rabbi.

♪ ♪ (people shouting) (shouting continues) (siren blaring, car horn honking) ♪ ♪ The police?

♪ ♪ (speaking Hebrew) (men shouting, child crying) Perish Judah!

LEHRER (voiceover): Is man inherently primal and does he feast upon the Jew in his depression as the most tempting prey of all?

(crowd shouting) ♪ ♪ (applause) Thank you, all.

Now, listen.

♪ ♪ It is the greatest protest that you left your houses today, that you practiced the religious freedom that this country has fought for.

(locking doors) (marchers shouting) COLIN: Inside these doors-- ROCKWELL: Now... (shouting quiets down) Now listen to him.

Listen to your leader!

(cheers and applause) Inside these doors, a man, a degenerate... (smattering of agreement) a violator of Christian values, preaches our destruction.

So he does.

(smattering of applause) Inside these doors, a man plots the white man's slavery.

(crowd shouting agreement) Inside these doors, a man spouts lie after lie after lie, and you're expected to walk by without protest as this poison spreads.

(applause, shouting) Well, not today!

(shouting in agreement) Today we say the Zionist conspiracy is broken!

(crowd cheering) Today, the shackles of the global elite will break, and the white man will be free!

(cheers and applause) No more Judah!

No more Judah!

(pounding on door, crowd shouting outside) No more Judah!

No more Judah!

No more Judah!

(crowd shouting "No more Judah!")

No more Judah!

(crowd shouting "No more Judah!")

No more Judah!

No more Judah!

No more Judah!

No more Judah!

What you doing here?

I thought you said the leader wanted you back at the arms?

Change of orders, Lee, didn't he tell yer?

It's all hands on deck, son.

Stop Zionist control!

(crowd shouting "No more Judah!")

Get the chairs!

♪ ♪ BOY: They're banging the doors down.

It's not safe, it can't be safe.

LEHRER: They... they are locked.

We are secure.

(shouting outside continues) It remains unanswered how such a small minority asking only to live in peace, to, to follow their faith and be good citizens... (glass shattering) ...in the upheavals of the world are the first tinder for its fires.

(crowd chanting "No more Judah!")

♪ ♪ Who called in Spearhead?

Good God.

You told them not to, you clearly said we, we weren't ready.

(crowd shouting "No more Judah!")

Stop them!

What are you afraid of, Colin?

Tell them to hold back!

ROCKWELL: What are you afraid of, the beauty and strength of your own men?

Huh?

COLIN: Hold back!

ROCKWELL: Let them know you're coming!

Hold back!

VIVIEN: Hold back!

ROCKWELL: Let them know you're here, boys.

(crowd shouting "No more Judah!")

That's it, we gotta call it.

Call it.

Make your way to the side door, please.

Stay calm.

Stay calm.

(crowd shouting "No more Judah!")

COLIN: Commie thugs are here.

Looks like we got some company!

(shouting) Keep calm, please.

Thank you.

Slow down.

It's all right.

(shouting) ♪ ♪ Hey!

(grunting) (coughing) Ergern nisht!

♪ ♪ To the right, to the right.

(child crying) Ergern nisht!

It's okay, it's okay.

(child crying) You Yid!

You filthy Yid!

(grunting) (groans) (straining) ♪ ♪ (grunting) (loud grunt) (crowd shouting) (shouting continues) This is the best Jew party I have ever been to.

(shouting, glass shattering) That's it!

You show them what the master race are like.

Stand back, negro!

Stand well back I say, I know where-- You don't scare me!

Boo!

Ah!

(shouting continues) Yes!

Oi!

You!

(groans) (shouting, Vivien groans) (handcuffs clasping) COLIN: Jane!

(glass shattering) Jane!

Come... come!

(shouting continues) (siren blaring) JEFF: Peter!

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

We gotta go, mate.

He's surrounded by Yids, they'll kill him!

Pigs are here.

Jeff!

Can't just leave him, mate!

We can't leave him.

(shouting continues, glass shatters) ♪ ♪ Françoise!

(louder): Françoise!

(telephone ringing) For God's sake.

Where is she?

FRANÇOIS: I'm here.

(telephone continues ringing) You called in Spearhead.

You commanded them without my permission.

They are my reserves!

Where's Rockwell?

You didn't abandon him.

He was in his element.

heckling like a hyena, the crass American bastard.

(closes window) Toppled like a cheap tent though, the imbecile.

I bet he put you up to it, didn't he?

It wasn't yours to authorize!

The police are swarming, your name will be dropped in it at the first opportunity.

Fools!

Fools!

(footsteps descending, opens door) COLIN: David, Paul, get up.

Why does it have to come to this?

Why does it all have to be so painful?

All any of us really want is a peaceful life.

Maybe I went too far.

Well... there were children in the building.

(flurry of activity in the hall) Is there any sound more satisfying than the squeal of a Jewish child?

(laughing) (footsteps ascending) You're sending me away again, aren't you?

Of course I am.

(slams drawer) Boys, Françoise has to leave tonight, right away.

Drive her to Lincoln's Inn and make an arrangement with Austin Carlton to get her to the docks.

Put that down.

It's coming with me.

All of this is thanks to me, Colin.

I put my neck on the line to get all of this to you.

Without my help, you'd be living in a fantasy world.

Now you've really got a chance.

Go.

So, no sooner have I arrived, you're sending me away.

Banishing me, is that it?

I'm not banishing you, I'm evacuating you.

"Evacuating me"?

Yes.

Why?

Because this building is about to go up in flames.

Jewish thugs.

They've been plotting it for months.

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

Now, go.

Get her out.

Go.

You're having far too much fun with her, Colin.

Far too much fun.

It's over for you, too, you know that.

You think you can leech around forever without giving him what he really wants?

PAUL: I haven't got my book.

COLIN: Leave everything.

Come on.

Come, quickly.

Paul, I said don't dawdle.

Is Mummy not coming?

What about my things?

COLIN: I said no fussing.

Do as I say.

PAUL: My train!

Get down these steps, move!

MAN: Right, let's grab these down in the cellar.

PAUL: But I want my book!

MAN: How many are there?

VIVIEN: Is there anything I can do, sir?

JACK: Jane, let the leader be.

Best just stay out the way.

By all means go with him.

It's what you want, isn't it?

Wherever I'm most needed, that's where I should be.

Come on.

Let the leader do his work.

Maybe I should come for Paul's sake.

Take him to the car.

Quickly.

Don't leave till this is razed to the ground.

Upturn every room, make it look ransacked.

MAN: Here, Peter, hurry.

Go on.

I've got this one.

♪ ♪ Come on!

♪ ♪ (shuts drawer, opens another drawer) ♪ ♪ (door closes, footsteps approaching) MAN: What you waiting for, Peter!

Torch the place!

(grabs gas can, pops lid) ♪ ♪ (flicks lighter open) ♪ ♪ MAN: Peter, let's go!

♪ ♪ Jane!

MAN: Peter, come on.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ It's very late, come on, darling, I'll tuck you in.

PAUL: But I'm hungry.

COLIN: No, no, don't ask for anything.

Straight to bed.

PAUL: But what about my supper?

♪ ♪ (water running in next room) (opens locks) ♪ ♪ (water continues running, papers rustling) ♪ ♪ (water stops running) (locks briefcase) ♪ ♪ (bathroom door closes) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Very glad I found you.

♪ ♪ (removes dress) I'm very glad I found you.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ I'm arresting you on suspicion of arson.

It's a set-up!

VIVIEN: I found everything we need in a suitcase-- arms invoices, bank transfers.

COLIN: I know what you are.

LIZA: Where's my daughter?

You need to get out of here fast.

VIVIEN: Jack!

JEFF: You're finished.

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