Episode 4

ARABELLA: Are you getting these, too?

Every day now.

Everyone in the road.

ROHINKA: The postcards, you told us not to worry.

The website, you told us not to worry.

-AHMED: Rohinka.

He's -- -ROHINKA: DVDs.

Photos of our children.

Is that what you call doing your best?

ARABELLA: It's an escalation, isn't it?

It's terrorism almost.

ROGER: Could have a different life.

In the country.

And do what, exactly?

I don't know.

Something simpler.

SHAHID: That traffic warden.

The African lady.

She had nothing to do with it, then?

MILL: She was working illegally.

QUENTINA: If I return, I will be killed.

I don't want you to visit me again.

You really don't understand... how lonely I was.

And then I had you, and you were kind.

MARY: Do you do papering, painting, refurbishment, that sort of thing?

Yes.

When do you want to start doing?

MARY: The sooner the better.

Look at this place.

A lifetime of clutter.

Is that all there is?

There's nothing wrong with this place.

MARY: What is it all for?

In the end?

MILL: I'm sorry for your loss.

GRAHAM: Thank you.

-You're the artist, right?

-What?

PARKER: Families, eh?

Fuck 'em, hey?

You're disrespecting my family?

This is my Gran we're talking about.

I don't get it.

Are you ang-- You angry now?

Yeah.

Yeah.

You just don't feel anything, do you?

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

LOTHAR: Roger, what do you know of the fact that your deputy has been practicing criminal embezzlement under your nose?

-ROGER: Mark?

-He ended up £30 million down.

£30 million?

You are dismissed immediately, for cause.

This is bullshit!

Even by your standards!

Arabella?

You've always been very good in a crisis.

What are we going to do?!

What are we going to do?!

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

It's a bit...tense.

-Do you like picnics?

-Yeah!

BOGDAN: I did something right, huh?

Maybe we should celebrate.

[ Door bangs open, indistinct shouting ] I haven't done anything!

Where were you going to get the Semtex?

What Semtex?

MRS. KAMAL: 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... MRS. KAMAL: I never trust a man who starts his sentence "With all due respect."

[ Engine starts ] ROGER: Yeah, well, I-I won't beat around it, Perce.

I've had a spot of bother with Pinker Lloyd.

Well, you might hear some chat.

Someone's had their fingers stuck in the till.

Because he works 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.

[ Chuckles ] What?

S-Sorry?

Oh, no.

Oh, God.

Go ahead.

Take the other call, yeah.

J-Just call me back when you've got a minute.

Mm.

[ Doorbell buzzing ] Don't do that.

You'll wear out the bell.

I thought you were studying physics.

Hello.

Uh, we're your neighbors.

What?

Um, 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.

ROGER: Excuse me!

E-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.

And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.

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

Amen.

Single file against the wall.

-[ Beeps ] -Arms out, please.

[ Scanner warbling ] MASHINKO: Any news?

The appeal?

QUENTINA: [ Breathes deeply ] 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?

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...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.

[ Keys jingle ] OFFICER: There you go.

WOMAN: [ Speaking indistinctly on P.A. ]

And remember to smile.

MATYA: Why did you come here?

BOGDAN: To buy my parents 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 ] 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?

[ Chuckles ] It's a little corny.

Before I saw someone dying.

You shouldn't joke about such things.

BOGDAN: I'm not joking.

That old lady at 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 onto death so soon?

[ Chuckles softly ] It's the effect I have on men.

That's okay.

Kind of like that about you.

[ Chuckling ] What?

BOGDAN: Vlad the Impaler was your national saint, right?

That's Romania.

Isn't it the same country as Hungary?

[ Inhales sharply ] -Ow!

-[ Laughs ] I would, um, ask you in, but you might end up rewiring the playroom.

Thank you for a lovely day.

Yeah.

[ Door opens ] [ Door closes ] -Matya?

-MATYA: Hello?

Come and sit down.

MATYA: Hello.

-Oh, um... -Matya, darling, please sit.

[ Sniffles ] [ Knock on door ] Come in.

[ Breathes deeply ] Oh.

No.

Look, look, you don't need to do that right now.

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

But...

I don't work for you anymore.

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.

'Co-- 'Course not.

It's just, um, I -- I hope you don't mind me saying this, but, um... ...you can do a lot better.

He's a... 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.

[ Door closes ] [ Breathes deeply ] [ Door opens ] Um, that's yours to keep, by the way.

Roger Federer.

Just so you know.

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

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

I know you fantasize 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!

For God's sake!

Leave me alone!

Leave me alone!

You've made it nice.

I always hated coming up here.

This was my dad's den, where he came to get away from us all, you know?

I see.

So, uh, is that everything?

I think so.

That's it.

MARY: Thank you, Bogdan.

And if you wouldn't mind staying on until we complete, -that would be marvelous.

-No problem.

Just having someone living here that I trust puts my mind at rest.

[ Door opens ] BOGDAN: Wait.

Sorry.

I almost forgot.

There is something else.

I need to give it to you.

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

Right.

Thanks.

Thank you.

Is this still going on?

The letters?

I thought it had stopped.

It started up again.

Someone very bored, I think.

[ Scoffs ] Or very angry.

[ Door closes ] 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 will 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.

[ Door closes ] 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 reimagined by Damien Hirst.

Don't know what you're talking about.

This is your handwriting, you bellend!

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.

I... Come on.

I-I-I got it wrong.

You got it wrong too many times, mate.

All the time, come to think of it.

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 opens, slams ] [ Sighs ] [ Footsteps approach ] And the idea that Shahid chose to waive his right to see a lawyer?

He's not a child who can't read or write.

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

He's a good boy.

H-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.

AHMED: [ Clears throat ] We're well aware of the virtues of Britain as a free society, and, uh...we are good citizens.

Respectful.

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 going to 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 -- It's like -- If -- 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, Ms. 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, [Voice breaking] 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.

-[ Car alarm chirps ] I like her.

He's a lad called Parker French.

And he used to work for me.

And I sacked him.

MILL: Why, 'cause you disapproved of his campaign?

Yeah.

It was derivative and poorly executed.

And nasty.

That, too.

MILL: So this is his revenge, is it?

Yeah.

[ Chuckles softly ] He didn't really do subtle.

I was -- I was tired of it, anyway, so I'm afraid my unmasking is yet another of Parker's tragic, empty gestures.

MILL: 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.

You know what?

Knowing Parker, I doubt that very much, indeed.

-I did it.

I did it, all right?

-You do not have to say...

I did all of it.

The postcards was me.

The films, the packages, I did it.

It was me.

MILL: It may harm your defense 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 minimart?

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.

-PARKER: 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 ] [ Door hinges creak, door thuds ] Studying hard?

Yeah.

That's good.

I am 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 di d 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 am sure you would not hesitate from doing so.

We'll be eating in 10 minutes.

Don't be late.

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

-[ Door closes ] -MILL: We got a full confession from the guy who has been sending the padded envelopes -to Pepys Road.

-That's great.

Now, he didn't start the campaign, the postcards.

Somebody else did.

He's not smart enough to have started the campaign.

So, why are you still talking to me?

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

I think you went on a few marches against the war, got in with a bunch of lefties and disaffected Muslim boys, got bored, got irritated by their stupidity, and went back to chasing girls; That's what I think.

It doesn't matter what you think, does it?

You're not with the anti-terrorist squad.

If you gave 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.

-MILL: 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 anymore, 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?

MILL: 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.

Oh, your family wanted you to have this.

I said I'd pass it on.

Goodwill gesture.

[ Door slams ] [ Keys jingle ] Which direction is Mecca from here?

That way.

Are you sure?

'Course I'm sure.

Same direction as Stamford Bridge.

[ Door closes, locks ] [ Door opens ] SHAHID: I need to speak to D.I.

Mill.

I've got something to tell him.

I've got a name for him.

[ Footsteps ] [ Knock on door ] Come in.

[ Keys jingle, door unlocks ] Where's D.I.

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, uh, were looking for someone.

-Oh.

-Did you find her?

Yes, I found her.

-So, a happy ending?

-No.

No.

She's, um... She's in a detention center... 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.

[ Indistinct talking ] Don't ask me why.

English is a crazy language, I'm afraid.

Yeah?

Move?

Why would we move?

ROGER: A new start.

A new us.

I know it'll be difficult, but we have to be strong.

Is this about sexual intercourse, Roger?

-I'm sorry?

-ARABELLA: 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.

Where 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.

-MATYA: Take it back.

-BOGDAN: Right now?

-All of it?

-Of course.

It's not yours.

I-I could buy that 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.

N-Now?

Right now?

Right now.

£100,000.

Where did you find it?

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

There was... well, a secret compartment.

My father.

He didn't trust banks.

BOGDAN: 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, uh, you brought it in the end.

That's the main thing.

[ Door closes ] GRAHAM: Mum?

You did say tonight, didn't you?

What are you doing, sitting in the dark?

[ Exhales sharply ] Did you rob a bank?

£100,000 there.

Your grandad.

The builder found it.

Very honest of him, considering.

GRAHAM: The builder.

[ Scoffs ] Did you tell him?

The builder?

What, that it's not legal tender anymore?

No.

I didn't want to hurt his feelings.

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

She'd have killed him.

Never seen this much cash in one go before.

Haven't you?

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

MARY: What, 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?

-MARY: Yeah.

And I think I know why.

I told Gran.

Just before she died.

So she knew I was doing all right.

I'll bet that made her happy.

It did.

I just wish I'd told her sooner, but... I-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.

Mm.

It didn't have to be.

It's...It's in your genes.

Secrecy.

And if you needed proof... [Exhales sharply] ...take a look in that suitcase.

[ Siren wailing in distance ] [ Keys jingle, door unlocks ] Ready?

Got your stuff together?

What are you talking about?

GUARD: 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.

[ Door buzzes ] Who's looking after the shop?

[ Sobs ] 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 realized they were trying to pin that on you, to-- 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.

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 nonexistent.

Mill cocked up.

And why did he cock up?

Don't tell me.

Because you prayed.

I think so.

Yes.

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 2 million quid!

And then they decide you're a terrorist!

-These people -- unbelievable.

-"These people"?

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

I'll talk to the police.

Whatever it takes.

You truly are king of the token gesture.

No.

I don't want you to talk to anybody.

Especially not me.

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

[ Groans ] [ Indistinct talking ] [ 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.

ROGER: 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?

-[ Door closes ] 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.

MRS. KAMAL: Allah hafiz!

Come on, Ammi.

We don't want to hit the traffic.

MRS. KAMAL: 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 look like chubby twins at breakfast.

Safe journeys, Ammi.

No more of that silly business, boy on the World Wide Text, or whatever it is.

You hear me, Usman?

And now my little jaan.

[ Smooching ] Daughter, it has been... eventful.

It has, indeed.

Now to see about that upgrade.

I thought the new owners might be interested.

Slice of cultural history and all that.

I hardly think it's cultural history.

It's more like a curse.

Allah hafiz!

I think I might just be starting to like her.

[ Airplane flies overhead ] CONGREGATION: ♪ His strength the more is ♪ ♪ No foes shall stay his might ♪ ♪ Though he with giants fight ♪ ♪ He will make good his right ♪ -[ Chuckles ] -♪ To be a pilgrim ♪ [ Toy dings ] [ Babbling ] CONRAD: How many minutes are we going to be in our house now?