ROGER: You've met Matya? I've just hired her.
She's, er, my very own Christmas miracle.
ERIC: Mark's a bit of a dark horse, isn't he?
ROGER: 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?
MRS KAMAL: I think you need me to come and speak
to the police about those abusive postcards you told me about.
SMITTY: 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?
DI MILL: She was working illegally.
QUENTINA: 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. - SHAHID: What you doing there?
- (DOOR BANGING OPEN) - POLICE OFFICER: Stay! Lay still!
- Show me your hands! - POLICE OFFICER 2: Show me your hands!
DUNNE: 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. - DUNNE: So he was a friend?
SHAHID: 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...
(DOOR CLOSING)
AMIR: You first met him at a Stop the War demonstration.
On the way to a Stop The War demonstration.
AMIR: Where you were doing what? SHAHID: Trying to stop the war?
AMIR: 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?
AMIR: And you saw each other at your mosque every week.
I saw him there once. One time.
AMIR: 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?
(SIGHS)
What Semtex?
(SCOFFS)
Ripped By mstoll
(SCREAMS)
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.
(GASPS)
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?
LOTHAR: 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.
(BREATHING HARD)
ROGER: 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.
- DI MILL: 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?
AHMED: 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?
(CHUCKLING) Quite a character.
Don't pretend you're on our side, DI Mill.
AHMED: 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.
(SCOFFS) 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.
(YELLING) What are we going to do? What are we going to do?
I don't know. I have no idea.
(WEEPING) 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?
(WHISPERING) For God's sake!
- Just try and keep your voice down, will you? - Don't tell me how to...
Hello!
- ARABELLA: 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.
(DOOR CLOSING)
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.
CONRAD: I'm cold.
Borrow my builder's gloves. They'll keep you warm.
- (SPEAKS POLISH) - (REPEATS POLISH WORD)
(CHUCKLES)
I did something right, huh? Maybe we should celebrate.
We were going for a pizza.
- (CONRAD SPEAKING POLISH) - (BOGDAN CHUCKLES)
Except I left my purse in the house.
The "tense" house?
CONRAD: Are we going back for Mummy?
(SIGHS)
No, I don't know.
- Do you like picnics? - Yeah.
BOGDAN: Let's go.
MATYA: So your name isn't Bogdan?
It's Zbigniew.
Bogdan is Mrs Yount's joke.
Bogdan the Builder.
- It's not so funny. - BOGDAN: 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.
CONRAD: (MUMBLING) I love bad chicken!
- I love bad chicken! - (CHUCKLING)
- BOGDAN: 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.
MATYA: 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? - (CHUCKLES)
That's Bogdan's real name. It's Zbigniew.
JOSH: That's my mummy's...
MATYA: Do you like it? CONRAD: Yes.
(SHUTTER CLICKS)
- MATYA: Conrad, go and get changed. - (MOBILE RINGING)
(DISCONNECTS CALL)
(SIGHS)
- 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.
(DOOR OPENS)
Someone new to see you today.
It's not Jose Mourinho, in case you were wondering.
(SIGHS)
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".
(SIGHS) 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? - (SCOFFS)
You haven't turned the machine on.
(SIGHS) 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. (SCOFFING)
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.
(RINGS DOORBELL)
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.
CONGREGATION: 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.
- (MACHINE BEEPS) - Arms out, please.
MASHINKO: 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.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
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.
GUARD: There you go.
WOMAN: (OVER INTERCOM) Latching the door. And remember to smile.
MATYA: Why did you come here?
BOGDAN: 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.
(MATYA CHUCKLES)
MATYA: This isn't where I thought you'd bring me on the first date.
BOGDAN: 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?
(LAUGHS) 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. - (CHUCKLING) What?
Vlad the Impaler was your national saint, right?
That's Romania.
Isn't it the same country as Hungary?
(SCOFFS)
- Ow. - (LAUGHS)
I would ask you in, but you might end up rewiring the playroom.
Thank you for a lovely day.
Yeah.
(DOOR CLOSING)
- Matya. - MATYA: Hello.
Come and sit down.
Hello.
- Oh. - Matya, darling. Please sit.
(SNIFFLING)
(KNOCKING AT DOOR)
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.
(SIGHING)
Erm, that's yours to keep, by the way.
Roger Federer. Just so you know.
(SNIFFLING)
ARABELLA: 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!
(SHOUTING) Leave me alone!
(INAUDIBLE)
MARY: 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.
BOGDAN: Wait, sorry.
I almost forgot. There is something else.
I need to give it to you.
(RUNNING FOOTSTEPS)
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.
(DOOR CLOSING)
MARY: 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?
MARY: 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.
SMITTY: There's something belonging to you on the desk.
PARKER: 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.
(SCOFFS) 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.
(DOOR SLAMS SHUT)
(SIGHS)
(FOOTSTEPS PASSING)
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.
(CLEARS THROAT) 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.
STRAUSS: 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.
ROHINKA: 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. - (UNLOCKING CAR)
I like her.
He's a lad called Parker French and he used to work for me
and I sacked him.
DI MILL: Why, 'cause you disapproved of his campaign?
Yeah. It was derivative and poorly executed.
- And nasty. - Yeah, that too.
DI MILL: So this is his revenge, is it?
Yeah. (SCOFFS) 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.
(KEYBOARD CLACKING)
- 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.
(DOOR CLOSES)
DI MILL: We got a full confession from the guy who has been sending
- the padded envelopes to Pepys Road. - That's great.
DI MILL: 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 café downstairs? Someone who knew.
Maybe someone you're trying to protect.
Nobody? That's a shame.
(SIGHS) Oh, your family wanted you to have this. I said I'd pass it on.
Goodwill gesture.
(DOOR SLAMS SHUT)
(KEYS JANGLING)
(DOOR OPENING)
Which direction is Mecca from here?
That way.
- Are you sure? - 'Course I'm sure.
Same direction as Stamford Bridge.
(DOOR CLOSES)
(INAUDIBLE)
(SNIFFLES)
(DOOR OPENING)
I need to speak to DI Mill.
I've got something to tell him.
I've got a name for him.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
- Come in. - (KEYS JANGLING)
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.
(SIGHING)
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.
(MOUTHING)
(DOORBELL RINGS)
£100,000.
Where did you find it?
(SIGHS) 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.
(DOOR CLOSES)
- (SWITCH CLICKS) - SMITTY: Mum?
You did say tonight, didn't you? What are you doing, sitting in the dark?
(CHUCKLES)
Did you rob a bank?
£100,000 there.
Your granddad. The builder found it.
- Very honest of him, considering. - The builder?
(CHUCKLES) 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...
(SCOFFS) Take a look in that suitcase.
(KEYS JANGLING)
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?
(WEEPING)
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.
(SCOFFS)
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. (SCOFFS)
No. I don't want you to talk to anybody. Especially not me.
At least I brought the community together, hey, bro?
(GROANING)
ARABELLA: Lunch time...
(DOOR OPENS)
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. - (CHUCKLES)
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.
- (CHUCKLING) - 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. - (CHUCKLES) 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.
(BEEPING)
(PLANE PASSING)
CONGREGATION: (SINGING) 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
(BABBLING)
CONRAD: How many minutes are we going to be in our house now?
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