♪ ♪ (blessing bread in Hebrew) JACK: Nice boy, good family.
Your parents must be delighted.
♪ ♪ ROZA: He's gone to London.
Call yourself Evans.
Don't let anyone know you're Jewish.
VIVIEN: I'm a hairdresser.
I'm looking for Jack Morris.
Enough is enough!
JACK: I do bad things to bad people.
(grunts) We haven't heard from Jack.
What if he had a girl?
She could just turn up unexpectedly, ask a few innocent questions.
♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (engines rumbling, distant horn honking) COLIN: Miss Carpenter.
VIVIEN: Mr. Jordan.
Such a pleasure to meet you at last.
I won't keep you long.
I'm just here to inquire about Peter Fox.
A-about his whereabouts.
I'm his friend, you see, and I haven't heard from him in a while.
(inhales sharply) Well... lucky Peter.
(soft chuckle) I just wondered if he was all right?
I assure you, he's all right, Miss Carpenter.
It's just... (sighs) 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?
Yes, um, near Castlefield.
And, your parents, your father?
He's a postman.
He was a postman.
My mother is 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.
It's 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.
(soft chuckle) 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?
(places box down) 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 R.A.F., be... well, discarded by this country.
I see the colored men that have taken my father's job.
I see the negro hooligan that terrorizes 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.
(sighs) Of course, I'm just a girl and, and I can't make a contribution in the same way a man might, but... (sighs) 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.
(sighs) I have to know where Peter is.
So that I can help him in his work to get Britain back.
(places objects down) Please.
I think we better take this young lady on a drive.
(distant telephone ringing) ♪ ♪ Keep walking.
I am walking.
OFFICER: Keep going.
STEVIE: Keep going where?
Why are you following me?
Because I want you off this street, now.
(door opens) STEVIE: You want me off the street?
I'm on a public highway.
That's what I'm doing, now move.
♪ ♪ Go on!
♪ ♪ (door opens, closes) (engine starts) ♪ ♪ (engine starts) ♪ ♪ (car horn honking) (pulls brake) You're having a laugh, aren't you?!
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!
(shifts gear) How could you lose her, Dad?
How could you let her out of your sight?
Enough of that.
I'm going straight there in the center, stake it out.
This is all we need!
♪ ♪ (whooshing sounds) (birds twittering) (man shouting commands) ♪ ♪ (pulls brake) (birds twittering) MAN (shouting): Two, three!
(shouting continues) ♪ ♪ W-where are we?
You want to see Peter, don't you?
Don't look so frightened.
(door closes) ♪ ♪ PAUL: Daddy, look what I caught!
I put in a leaf for his tea.
He just took off.
No, that's fine for him to run about.
COLIN: You follow Elise, I'll be with you shortly.
VIVIEN: Whose house is it?
(places pack down) Lee won't like me talking.
(takes out and strikes a match) (places match down) It's the Duke of Westwick.
He's loaned it to us for the training.
(chuckling): It's ever so exciting.
When are you due?
You forget about the sickness.
You forget about your hair falling out.
So it's not your first?
(tapping cigarette) I have something that could help.
I'm a hairdresser.
(loud thud, man grunting) Oh, it's just blokes doing their exercises.
(chuckling): Where did Mr. Jordan get to?
Do you think he'll be long?
Here... Look at your coat!
I like the butterfly patch.
I sewed it myself.
It's not hard.
My dad's a tailor and... What, your dad taught you?
Mm... Well, that's nice.
I think the only thing my old man ever taught me was how to rob, and drink, and avoid the laws.
Here, I better get a move on with these pasties for tomorrow.
Yeah, I've got to get them done.
They bury 'em quick.
(soft groan) Bury who quick?
The blooming flour's got sticky!
Are the lads planning something?
My flutterby, I've scared it.
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.
It doesn't know it's trapped.
(door opens) COLIN: Jane?
(grunts) COLIN: Pack it away by four, Jason.
MAN: Another couple here.
Such a beautiful house.
Well, it's not ours, sadly.
Loaned to us every few months.
I manage to get a few days training out of it.
The Duke of Westwick.
I saw the crest in the hall.
Nothing gets by you, does it?
♪ ♪ COLIN: Peter.
♪ ♪ COLIN: There's someone here to see you.
♪ ♪ Peter, it's me, Jane.
♪ ♪ Hello, Jane.
What a nice surprise.
COLIN: Don't strain yourself, old boy.
Did Mr. Jordan bring you here?
Yes, I went to pay him a visit and he very kindly drove me to you.
JACK: Oh, how kind of him.
Thank you, sir.
But you needn't have gone to the trouble.
(clicks teeth) Well, I'll be outside.
Perhaps we could keep the visiting hours on the shorter side, Miss Carpenter.
Still a long way on the road to recovery.
VIVIEN: Of course.
(men chatting outside) You can't do this.
I can, Jack.
Come back with me, please.
I can't let you stay here with these animals.
You think you can come here with your best Marilyn impression and seduce these nutters out of their views?
Who put you up to it?
Did they tell you to do all this?
No, actually, it was my idea.
They killed a Yeshiva boy.
Did you know that?
Of course I did.
What happened to you?
Is one of them onto you?
Do they suspect?
They don't suspect.
And I've got to keep it that way.
Tell Sol it was just an accident.
I'm still good.
I have so much to ask you.
So much you need to know.
MAN (outside): Yes, lock it, please.
(loudly): Don't let me keep you.
MAN: Load it right away, very good.
(indistinct chatter outside door) (loudly): Well... good luck with your recovery, Peter.
(door opens) How are we getting on?
All done, sir.
Nice to see you.
(jackhammer pounding in distance) NETTIE: Look at the size of it.
Street in the sky they're calling it.
I seen 'em shooting up all through Bow.
Looks like a crematorium, if you ask me.
All that concrete with little coffins inside.
I-I feel buried alive.
Mrs. Jones, the council have made up their minds.
You'll have to go.
Besides, you're one of the last English ladies left on the street.
What is there to stay for?
This is my home.
I raised my boys here.
I done it nice.
How am I supposed to pack up 60 years?
I'll help you.
If there's a cup of tea in it.
(typewriter keys clacking) VIVIEN: It's a huge house.
I have never seen anything like it.
The duke lends it to them for training.
I always knew the Duke of Westwick was a shyster.
That's why I don't like toffs.
Riding around on their horses sniffing up pheasants.
Sniffing up pheasants?
Whatever it is they do.
I don't know.
But I do know that there's fascists in those mansions, the Royal Family included.
All right, all right, Soly.
Now, Vivien, did they tell you the purpose of the house?
Were there men training in the house, Vivien?
On the lawn.
There were... there were men doing exercises.
(forcefully): How many?
Yes, about that.
Which is it?
About 15 I saw.
Jordan's been eyeing up his own paramilitary force, but we weren't sure if he had the numbers or the equipment.
But now he's got the duke backing him, he's got his own blooming army.
And that's how we'll get them.
Who else was there, Vivien?
Um... a boy.
Paul, Colin's son.
Yeah, a girl.
I couldn't quite put my finger on what was wrong with her.
She seemed so harmless at first, and then, "Bury their dead quick," she said.
(stops typing) Casual as you like.
Rolling out pastry for some operation they were planning.
It's the Yeshiva boy, isn't it?
Are you sure, Vivien?
I think so.
No, think very carefully, Vivien.
This could be dangerous.
(stammering): Uh, she said, "They bury their dead quick."
The boys were preparing for something.
Well, don't you think that this is a little nugget that you could have opened on?
All right, Soly, don't distress the girl.
So they are planning to cause a disturbance, and now we know.
So... (knocks twice) I'm going to drop over to the Oppenheims and we'll change the location of the boy's funeral.
Vivien, you should be very proud of yourself.
You've done a great mitzvah today.
Oi, what are you doing?
He needs backup.
And none of those commie drips, Ronnie.
I want proper men who ain't afraid to break a nail.
Now, you see them out there safe, and then you make yourself scarce.
You, come with me.
(men clamoring in distance) We'll get word.
We'll find you when we need you.
♪ ♪ (grunts softly) (man shouting indistinctly) ♪ ♪ (man speaking indistinctly) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Oh, hello, sir.
I hope you don't mind.
I thought I'd give this "Strength Through Joy" book a try.
Under the Reich, the Führer sent 22,000 families to the theater for the first time.
He wanted to elevate them through art.
Isn't that wonderful?
Anything the matter, sir?
I'm onto you, Peter Fox.
♪ ♪ (key jangling) (faint tapping) NETTIE: Thank you so much.
BURNS: Not at all, not at all.
Right, well, goodbye for now.
Oh, you must be the lodger.
Terrible what they're doing to our elderly.
Look after her, won't you?
(outer door closes, papers rustling) Oh!
You gave me the fright of my life.
You look like a movie star.
(keys jangling) Thank you.
They've given me no choice, the Council.
I have to go, else they'll bulldoze me down with the bricks and mortar.
Be a dear and box up them frames, will ya?
You obviously offended the young girl.
She ran off all on her own.
So... what are your intentions?
Oh, she's a nice girl, but... nah.
Not my type.
Think carefully before you waste a woman's best years.
She's obviously besotted by you, to come down from Manchester and seek you out.
Oh, I doubt that's the case, sir.
No, she probably came to meet you.
People have a lot of respect for you.
I don't think you're quite aware.
(soft chuckle) Yeah, well, it is hard to find nice ladies who are, uh, understanding of the cause.
She seemed most enlightened.
It's unusual in someone so young.
Well, look, just, uh... be careful.
Don't let distractions get in the way.
We're making progress, and I need everyone to be fighting fit, hm?
That is all.
Will do, sir.
(grunts softly) (sniffs) NETTIE (voiceover): There's a bedroom for you.
I can make it nice till you get a place of your own.
Don't worry, I'm not going to throw you out on the street.
That gentleman seemed lovely.
He's ever so considerate.
Life and soul of the community group.
Wrap these up for me, will ya?
15th floor they're putting me.
Apparently, there's a view, but I'll miss stepping out to the pavement, won't I?
They say there's a lift, but my friend Vera was stuck on the 17th floor and her lift's never worked a single day she's been there.
We can speak frankly, can't we?
Of course we can.
We get on well, you and me.
You're a lovely tenant.
Would you mind not telling anyone about me?
It's to do with my fiancé.
He could easily cause trouble for me.
So I just want to lie low.
Just for a bit.
You have my word.
Sounds a total monster, your ex.
Very dangerous indeed.
LIZA: Jeremy hasn't been sleeping.
None of us have been sleeping.
(groans) We can't sleep.
Well, what can I say, uh... Oh... (groans) She, she seems to have r-really... embraced London theater.
(soft chuckle) She probably just needs a little time.
She doesn't have time!
Tell them, Jeremy.
Tell them our decision.
Uh, right, it's a bit of a tricky one, really.
But, thing is, dad has decided to... (clicks lighter) ...let me manage the commercial properties.
Uh, hand them over, in, in my name.
Oh, mazel tov.
What a responsibility.
It's about expanding our portfolio, as well as my bank investments.
Just, it makes sense to keep the rents running all under the family umbrella, as it were.
(places teacup and saucer down) So what are you saying?
You're... (awkward chuckle) ...going to be my landlord now, is it?
JEREMY (chuckling): Uh, no.
No, no, no, no, no.
Nothing like that.
I, I know Dad wouldn't dream of charging family money for rent, and I plan on being exactly the same, uh, when we're family.
But if for some strange reason we don't end up being family, well, then we go back to a commercial arrangement.
I, I have to warn you, David, it is very expensive where you are.
It's a prime location.
(door closes) Uh... She might need... Just one moment.
You're very late home, Roza.
Sorry, I had more errands to do now Vivien's away.
I've got your lunchboxes.
(pouring drink) Well, she'll be back soon.
Did you lock up all right?
Yes, everything is in its place.
(chatter continues indistinctly in next room) ROZA: The Kleins are still here, then?
♪ ♪ Uncle?
♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (door closes) ♪ ♪ (bell ringing, announcer speaking indistinctly) ♪ ♪ (man speaking on radio) (sniffles) MAN (on radio): Whatever attracts men to women, she possessed.
Marilyn Monroe was this year's sex symbol.
Did you do that yourself, Vivien?
It looks terrific.
MAN (on radio): She was important.
She spent her early years cared for by people who were paid to do so, in orphanages and foster homes.
Born Norma Jean, out of wedlock by a mother who didn't want her.
All right, all right.
I've heard enough.
Turn it off, will you, Vivien?
STEVIE: You'd be out on your ear if my mum found out.
I don't... You paid the NSM a visit.
You followed me?
Yeah, I did.
(door opens, bell chimes, music playing on radio) Well, why did you do that?
You have no right to follow me.
Who were you seeing?
Was it Colin Jordan?
Does he impress you or something?
You need to be careful, you do.
He is a wrong 'un, in more ways than one.
New to town, don't know anyone.
Caught in the middle of a fascist march.
Who are you?
Who are you?
(music continues playing) Oh, don't mind me.
CHRISSY: Oh, I love this song.
(Chrissy humming along) (music continues playing) ♪ ♪ (Lehrer reciting the Mourner's Kaddish) (recitation of the Mourner's Kaddish continues) ♪ ♪ (recitation continues) ♪ ♪ LEE: They've moved it.
Devious little snakes.
MAN: You want us to smash it up?
Come on, let's go.
NANCY: I told 'em you weren't coming, Sol.
What's the matter?
I just want to wish him long life.
I don't think it's a good idea, my love.
It's not that they blame you.
It's just... Look, he's being buried in peace.
That's something at least, Sol.
What did the police say?
They're not interested.
(recitation of the Mourner's Kaddish continues) I reckon Jordan's cronies are giving Jack dodgy intel.
Why else would they tell him it was just an assessment, and then turn up fully armed?
That kid died on my watch, Nance.
I'd have done something.
I would have brought more men.
Those bastards are winning.
They're winning, and it's killing me.
♪ ♪ Waste of time.
♪ ♪ Vivien?
Someone's asking for you to do their set and style.
Would you like to take a seat here?
Sad about Marilyn, isn't it?
I loved her in "Some Like It Hot."
Those blokes as birds, weren't it a scream!
Going anywhere nice for your holidays?
NANCY: Yeah, Portugal.
VIVIEN: Oh... NANCY: You?
Maybe if I'm lucky I'll get to Scarborough with my family.
Never been there myself.
They're far too white.
What do you think?
I'd love to have teeth like that.
Nah, have another look.
BARBARA: You know what I heard?
Why Marilyn loved making movies?
She said that when the camera's on ya, it's like being with 10,000 men all at once but not getting pregnant.
(laughter) Well, nobody's perfect.
♪ ♪ (door bell chiming) (whistles) NETTIE (knocking): Vivien?
(object clatters) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ RONNIE: You all right?
Thanks to you, a grieving mother could bury her son without harassment.
A true mitzvah.
NANCY: You sorted us out back there.
You're a natural, sweetheart.
Yeah, and now we've got to turn our attention to your other little discovery.
Colin Jordan's army of bandits.
If we can get evidence of their funds, or their arms, or how they train, we can get them prosecuted for being a paramilitary force.
SOLY: Come here, Vivien.
Now, this is a simple task.
Now, you see that little chap?
That is a cavity transmitter.
Now you are going to help Jack plant that wherever Jordan works.
In his library, in his study.
Jack will know what to do.
I don't know the first thing about... No, no, no, no, no.
It's easy-peasy, love.
Even Nancy has done one.
Well, that was with her sisters, which is sort of cheating, but-- Look, if we get this right, we can transmit everything they say onto this recording device.
We can take the tapes to Special Branch.
So when do you want me to go in, exactly?
We've got to get ahead of them, Vivien.
We've got to stop them.
Every second counts here.
Have you told my dad you're sending me back in?
Well, don't worry about your old man.
Me and him, we've got an agreement.
You don't have to do anything you don't want to do, Vivien.
If you want to go back to your family, of course we'll take you.
But the bug will help with Jack.
He can get messages to us.
Yeah, all right, boychik.
No, this ain't about Jack no more.
If you were here to get him out, you can forget about it.
You saw it.
He don't want out.
He is in for the long haul.
Injury or no injury.
No, no, no.
This is about you.
This is about who you are.
How is this anything to do with who I am?
Well, are you anti-fascist, or are you not?
Of course I am!
I don't agree with their views.
I find them utterly despicable.
No, no, no.
You misunderstand the question.
Anyone can find views objectionable.
It doesn't matter whether you are non-racist or you're non-fascist.
It only matters whether you are anti.
You see the question is not whether you can sit in your salon, filing your nails, and shaking your head at the wireless, and then you switch it off and you carry on with the same old routine.
The question is what do we do when we switch off that wireless, when that program ends?
An anti-fascist fights.
An anti-fascist does.
LEHRER: Tell us.
You overcame great fear back then to enter those premises and follow those men.
And to share with us invaluable intelligence.
And after you overcame all those fears, and you reached us, how did you feel?
I felt... (laughing): blooming fantastic.
(everyone laughing) Welcome to the 62 Group, Vivien.
(engine hums, brakes squeak) (car door opens, engine idling) (sighs, car door closes) What if it gets violent?
It won't, not with you.
(distant thunder rumbling) I'm not a fighter, Nancy.
I don't know the first thing about defending myself.
You've got other weapons.
Get it done.
♪ ♪ (cries out, gasps) Don't hold back, will you?
♪ ♪ Okay.
Good luck, girl.
♪ ♪ (pounding on door) (pounding continues, men shouting in other room) (turns lock) (panting): Is Mr. Jordan in?
I got jumped.
They called me Nazi scum.
I hitched a ride from the station.
(men shouting in other room) Wait here.
♪ ♪ (shouting continues) (shouting grows louder) (men shouting "Sieg Heil" loudly) JEFF: Elise'll look after you.
Sort her out, will ya?
Give her a change of clothes or something.
Honestly, I don't need a change.
Well, in the state you're in, course you do.
You must be soaked through from that rain.
Lee doesn't really like me looking... like, suggestive, so it, it ain't very flattering, but I guess it suits me in my condition.
Elise, what happened to your eye?
I told ya.
If it don't go well, I get it, don't I?
(sighs) I just wish they'd send more back to the ovens.
God, it would make my life a damn sight easier.
♪ ♪ What?
Oh, oh, oh, are you shy?
I, I won't peek.
No, no, of course not.
♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ You all right?
(men shouting in other room) (shouting growing louder) (men shouting "speech," pounding table) (cheers and applause) We live in the twilight days of a doomed age.
It is the specific purpose of fascism to remove the party system once and for all.
(cheers and applause) It is a game which has run its course.
There is no need for parties, and politicians, and the idle talk of Westminster while the country burns.
(pounding table) (cheers and applause, glasses clinking) The day is coming when the broken banking system ends.
(pounding table) Yes, sir, yes!
Tell them, speak it!
The day is coming when the cloven hoof of the Jewish international financier, who thrives on money shortage, will forever be destroyed!
(cheers and applause) Spiritual victory is ours.
With a triumph of will, it will become the physical victory of tomorrow!
(cheers and applause) Yes, three cheers for Spearhead!
(men shouting "Oi, oi") Oi, oi!
(men shouting "Oi, oi") Oi, oi!
(men shouting "Oi, oi") ♪ ♪ (door opens) (sighing): Jack.
You stopped them causing chaos at that funeral.
You did it, darling!
That one was yours.
(laughs) (panting): We need to...
Put it under the desk.
Yeah, let me just-- Come on.
Come on, come on.
You can't do this on your own.
(men cheering distantly) We've got to move quick.
♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Why do they have the "Chronicle"?
So they know what businesses to smash up.
Especially when something new opens.
They love to throw a brick in.
♪ ♪ (outer door closes) Someone's coming.
What can I do?
What can I do, Jack?
♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Jeff told me about your attack.
You're safe here, Miss Carpenter.
Those thugs can't get you now.
♪ ♪ (telephone ringing) Hello?
DAVID (quietly): I'm coming down myself.
I'm, I'm coming.
(door opens) Yes.
She's at the theater again.
Come on, David.
She's becoming quite the thesp.
(chuckles) Don't worry.
It'll all work out all right.
We'll lose everything.
You heard them.
Is that all you're thinking about, Liza?
When will you be back?
(door opens) I'm back when I'm back.
(door closes) (soft knock at door) ROZA: Yes?
I try not to feel like it's all falling apart, but... (sighs) Nobody tells me anything.
Left in the dark.
Always have been.
Always will be.
I'm a housemaid.
That's all I am.
An unpaid housemaid.
I heard an item about it on the wireless.
(soft chuckle) How do you do it?
After all you've been through?
Put one foot in front of another.
I don't know.
(soft chuckle) Whenever I try to sit down to a book, my mind just wanders.
(papers rustling) What are these?
I found them in uncle's office.
(clicks tongue) Roza!
You mustn't snoop!
You, you've been so good to me.
I, I don't want to get in between anyone, honestly.
But, maybe it's time you... you found out what he is doing.
Where uncle goes when he's on business.
♪ ♪ (quietly): Come on... (pouring liquid) (places bottle down) ♪ ♪ There you are.
I heard your speech.
I don't quite know what to say.
I have never been so inspired in all my life.
Well... it's not really a place for a lady.
Boys tend to... get quite het up.
(both chuckling) That's just 'cause they're impassioned.
'Cause you speak so truthfully.
From the heart.
Well... ♪ ♪ I mean every word.
I believe in our final destiny and the triumph of National Socialism.
♪ ♪ Do you?
♪ ♪ Are you frightened of me?
Then, what is it, huh?
This look you give me.
(door opens) PAUL: Daddy?
♪ ♪ What is it?
It's not moving.
I think it's dead.
(sighs) Oh, go to bed.
Now, look, it's very late.
How about I tuck you in?
Then we can check on your butterfly.
I mean, your flutterby.
(door opens) ♪ ♪ (Lee breathing heavily) ♪ ♪ (door closes) He doesn't want to go to school.
I never know what to say to him.
But you do.
You're very good with him.
He's a very sweet boy.
You know, it's long been a... uh, how can I put it, not a dream, but a desire to sit up all night and talk politics with a beautiful young woman.
What you said to me in my office yesterday...
I've been thinking about it all day.
What you've seen.
The sadness you carry in your heart.
The humiliation of your father.
I've been thinking about it quite considerably.
(soft chuckle) Well...
I'm sorry I got a bit, uh... excited.
I do want you to talk with me.
And sit with me.
Be with me.
("I Wanna Be Loved By You" playing) ♪ I wanna be loved by you ♪ ♪ Just you and nobody else but you ♪ ♪ I wanna be loved by you, alone ♪ (door closes) ♪ Boop-boop-a-doop!
♪ ♪ I wanna be kissed by you, just you ♪ ♪ Nobody else but you ♪ (song ends) LINNEY: Next time on "Ridley Road"... COLIN (on recording): I want all members with a copy tonight.
You did it.
The transmitter worked.
Jane, this is my wife.
SOLY: They've got members from Paris, America; this is big.
You could have got killed!
You can't send me home.
Colin Jordan trusts me.
We have to act now!
LINNEY: "Ridley Road," next time on "Masterpiece."
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