Ridley Road

Your parents must be delighted. Nice boy. Good family.

I'm ready.

Where's he gone?

Daddy, what have you said to him?

Jeremy asked you, and you said yes.

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

He's gone to London.

Ridley Road. Call yourself Evans, not Epstein.

Don't let anyone know you're Jewish.

I'm looking for Jack Morris.

What secretarial college are you attending?

No, I'm a hairdresser.

Take this.

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

The Jews are the saboteurs of Europe.

Perish, Judah!

Jack?

I do bad things to bad people.

Agh!

We haven't heard from Jack.

You have no idea how to get to him?

Colin Jordan and his NSM thugs are dangerous.

What if he had a girl?

She could just turn up unexpectedly.

Ask a few innocent questions.

Miss Carpenter. Mr Jordan. Such a pleasure to meet you at last.

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

for the people of this country.

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

I'm merely a mouthpiece.

DOOR SLAMS, SHE GASPS

FOOTSTEPS

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

My apologies.

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

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

HE CHUCKLES

I won't keep you long.

I'm just here to enquire about Peter Fox.

About his whereabouts.

I'm his friend,

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

Friend?

Yes.

Well...

Lucky Peter.

I just wondered if he was all right.

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

It's just...

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

and the forces that make that work difficult.

Please don't worry.

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

I take my role very seriously.

I just wondered if you could share where he is.

So where in Manchester did you grow up?

Manchester, sir? Yes.

Er, near Castlefield.

Near Peter.

Yes.

I see.

And your parents? Your father?

He's a postman.

He was a postman.

My mother's a housewife.

They met at church.

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

in our Manchester division.

Thank you so much for stopping by, Miss Carpenter.

Mr Jordan, it would so put my mind at ease

if you could share how Peter is.

Oh, goodness, sir.

We all have wounds to some extent.

Just the nature of what we do.

The sacrifices we make.

Do you have wounds, Miss Carpenter?

Deep wounds that define you?

I'm not sure I understand.

I'm not fooled for a second.

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

Just like my mother.

I'm finding this terribly exciting.

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

It's not just young love, is it?

Maybe it is. Who am I to pry?

Well...

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

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

both dedicated servicemen of the RAF, be...

..well, discarded by this country.

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

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

where they once lived in peace and civility.

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

And I know that Peter needs me in this fight.

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

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

..my concern,

my dedication is

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

It's not about Peter and I.

It's bigger than us.

I can't explain it, really.

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

to get Britain back.

Please.

Lee?

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

Keep walking. I am walking.

Keep going. Keep going where? Why are you following me?

Because I want you off this street now.

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

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

Go on.

ENGINE STARTS

Shit.

HORN BLARES

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

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

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

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

Arseholes!

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

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

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

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

All right. Uh-huh. Yeah.

He's having a right mare.

How could you lose her, Dad?

How could you let her out of your sight? Enough of that.

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

This is all we need.

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

Two, three!

Come on, get over it!

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

Wh-Where are we?

You want to see Peter, don't you?

Come on.

Don't look so frightened.

Daddy! Look what I caught.

I put in a leaf for his tea.

Aw, marvellous.

Sorry, sir, he just took off.

It's fine for him to run about.

Who's this?

HE WHISPERS

Follow Elise. I'll be with you shortly.

This way.

Is this Mr Jordan's house?

On our membership subs and his teacher's salary?

I don't think so.

So, whose house is it?

Look, Lee won't like me talking.

It's the Duke of Westwick.

He's loaned it to us for their training.

It's ever so exciting.

When are you due?

November.

Congratulations.

You forget about the sickness.

Forget about your hair falling out.

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

I have something that could help.

I'm a hairdresser.

SHOUTING OUTSIDE

Oh, it's just blokes doing their exercises.

So, are you courting Peter, then?

I don't blame you if you are.

He's a looker.

Don't tell my Lee I said so!

Where did Mr Jordan get to?

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

Look at your coat.

Fancy much!

I like the butterfly patch.

Oh. I sewed it myself.

It's not hard.

My dad's a tailor and...

Your dad taught you? Mm.

Well, that's nice.

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

and avoid the law, so...

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

I've got to get 'em done.

They bury 'em quick.

Bury who quick?

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

Elise, who buries who quick?

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

Lee says they don't need a packed lunch,

but what else am I going to do with myself?

Are the lads planning something?

Elise! My flutterby, I've scared it.

Oh!

Let's calm him down, shall we?

He's hurting himself.

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

Will it die?

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