04x03 - Divided They Fall

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Hello, Harry.

You're supposed to be in Washington.

I'm back. I'm in line for the job
of national security co-ordinator.

Run, you faint-hearted Liberals.

You tried to blackmail me, Juliet.

You wanted to continue to sabotage
our operation.

It's not like you've never used
dirty tricks to get where you are.

I was going to talk to Harry
about making your stay here
more permanent.

I've been shot at, tied up, accused
of being a traitor. Give me a desk
next to Ruth and I'll think about it.

What's next for Mad Dog?

I think I'll call Mrs Mad Dog.

We work together usually
and I want her back.

Save your anger,

save your fear.

Patch the CCTV footage straight
through to the grid, get me
Tomahawk on a secure line.

Red flash the entire team.

Adam, I want you to get down
there as soon as possible.

Save your fear, your disillusion,
your anger.

You ready? Yeah.
I'll take you out and present you.

There's a room put aside
after for press interviews.

SHOUTING

SCREAMING

Six councillors in East London
have defected to the British Way.

They've got control of the
Housing Committee and have
a policy of whites first,

or "Families United",
as they call it. ill*gal, surely.

Local residents aren't waiting
for it to go to the High Court.

Plus, the British Way are
organizing a rally. Fiona's gone
down to check the mood.

We don't need an MP like Sampson
addressing them. And Adam?

Gone to see if anyone's
co-ordinating
the housing estate trouble.

APPLAUSE

Now, they didn't want this man
to speak to us tonight.

They reckon he was risking
his political future
because we're a bunch of extremists.

'But we all know that the
political future lies with us. '

So, ladies and gentlemen, I give
you the MP for North Dale Valley,
William Sampson.

Thank you.

Now, today we saw what can happen
when you ignore the anger
of the British people.

I condemn categorically
the violence on the estate

but I also condemn the politicians
who caused it to happen.

I've been called Islamophobic!

If that means taking action against
those with a Koran in one hand

and a dirty b*mb in the other,
then I plead guilty.

Leave her! It's not worth it,
there are CCTV cameras everywhere.
Do the car, do the car.

'Across our nation,
I can feel the fear,

'the disillusion
and most of all, the anger. '

I hereby give notice that I
am leaving the bankrupt party
I have served for 20 years.

I'm resigning my seat
in parliament. . .

AUDIENCE MURMURS

.and I will stand as a candidate
in the resulting by-election

and, with your help, I will win. . .

..and become the first Member of Parliament
elected for the British Way.

Oi! Come here!

Oi!

Then. . .

Then, let them dare say
that our views

are unrepresentative
of the British people.

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

Because tonight,
ladies and gentlemen,

I am the voice of every frightened,

disillusioned and
angry person in Britain.

Politicians of all sides
condemned the violence

on the estates.

The rioting started
after the far right British Way

took control of the housing
committee.

Over 30 families from
ethnic minorities were driven
from their homes,

and more than 20 people
required hospital treatment
including five police officers.

The backlash has started
already in chatrooms.

It's a mess. The families are taking
refuge in the local schools.

The police have to take them back.
Would you go back?

If not, it'd look like we accept
ethnic cleansing.

We can't ask the families
to make that point for us.

Were the British Way
involved in the riots?

They were around but not joining in.
The mob needed no encouragement.

Well, now the mob has a mouthpiece.
The housewives' favourite.

Sampson was hitting every button
in that rally.

He's loathsome. Yeah, but the bar
on loathsome politicians has
been lowered considerably of late.

Sampson understands the mood
of disillusion. Fiona's right.

Normally the system's robust
enough to see off the mavericks.
Things are different now.

OK, Harry, I'm all ears

as to why we discovered
Sampson's little plan

at exactly the same time
as the rest of the British public.

Seems like a significant
intelligence failure
from where I'm sitting.

Perhaps you should sit down.
If he wins. . . He won't win.

If he wins, it'll be a victory
for fundamentalists of all types.

We all know what the Islamic
extremists will be preaching.

We do intend to stop him winning.
That's fine but they're still
dousing the flames on the estates.

A by-election fought on race
is the last thing we need at
the present time. Of course.

So, what are you proposing to do?

We'll make the British Way
eat itself.

Before we have to build walls
to keep communities apart.

But with the opposition in such
a mess, several MPs are thinking
of following Sampson.

Take a close look at them.
Find us one we can work on.

The British Way are a legal party.
They're using the democratic
process in order to destroy it.

So, we destroy the democratic
process to save it?
So how does the operation work?

We start an internal w*r within the
British Way just as we used to do
with the Irish Republicans.

This picture represents both their
greatest strength and the fault line.

Two politicians who,
when working well together,
are an unstoppable force.

But it's not pretty when they
turn against each other. Exactly.

Fiona will take charge of Sampson
I'll look after Moran. It'll be a
two-pronged attack. What about me?

Use that deviant imagination
to head up the dirty tricks team
on the election campaign.

Can you handle that? What do you
think? Good. We'll get Colin and
Malcolm to work on the legends.

So we're going to make you a
disillusioned British Way supporter.

Here's your wardrobe. We've also
backstopped your legend.

Here are the letters you got
in prison.

These are probation office details,

newspaper clippings you kept
about the hit and run on an Asian
kid and your trial.

Details of a fight
in prison with a black inmate,

and a letter from the housing
department confirming
your transfer from Croydon.

We've got an asset called !sis
whom you can use to justify your
presence. She's your Auntie May.

Whenever she's in there'll be
red tulips in the window.
Where does she live?




You've applied to join the party,
you asked to speak to Keith Moran.
Here's the letter.

Won't that look odd?
With my CV he'll be curious.

This one has texts, photos
and numbers of mates in Croydon.

This one is for status reports.
Every 24 hours. Not necessary.

I've just read the report of
Keith Moran's CO when he was a
soldier serving with the Paras.

Warns of serious
psychopathic tendencies.

Also, the results of a court martial

for the "accidental" discharge
of a weapon, which k*lled
a black recruit. Moran got off.

This one is for status reports,
every 24 hours, please.

Does Sampson know about
Moran's violent past?

Of course. As long as it's
useful to Sampson, he'll use it.

In an emergency speed-dial on hash
three and we'll get back-up to you.

Use Auntie May to send
more detailed reports.

Let's hope Sampson's taken in.

Is it not a disgrace that our
fire-fighters and nurses cannot live
next to their places of work?

Some might say the solution
is to build more houses.

Or stop giving the ones we have
to asylum seekers and then. . .

What you up to? Building my legend
for the internet.

Emily Glover went to Roedean School
and Christ Church College, Oxford.

Professional background?
Works in advertising.

Advised the government on
presenting its case for GM Foods
and arms sales to unethical regimes.

Quite the rising star.
Made a director at Portman-Bright
last year. I like Emily.

She's quite the girl about town.

He went to the zoo today.

Keeps going on about
seeing a lizard with no feet.

A lizard with no feet?
Isn't that a snake?

Tell you what,
if either of us is around at all
over the next month, we can ask him.

I got my first meeting with Keith
Moran at British Way headquarters.

What kind of a world
is he going to know?

Shhh, he's dreaming about lizards
with no feet.

Sometimes I think it was stupid

or selfish of us,

to have a child.

He came from an act
of love between us.

It's neither stupid nor selfish.

Mr Sampson? Emily Glover,
Portman-Bright lobbyists.
Public Affairs.

Quick minute of your time?
Yeah, sure.

My company lobbies
for several large corporations

and some clients are concerned
at the way society's
coming apart at the seams.

Then they know who
they should be supporting.
You're not the only alternative.

We're the only one in touch
with how people really feel.

You have a high opinion of yourself.
That's good.

Well, name me any social demographic
and I'll tell you their hopes
and their fears.

But you know that already or
you wouldn't be anywhere near me.

We'll be watching closely,
Mr Sampson.

Google Emily Glover for me,
would you?

You're a long way from
Croydon, Luke Chivers.

I can't live there any more.

I've got an aunt who lives in Luton
so I arranged a housing transfer.

Is she a party member, your aunt?

Live and let live. Well, that's
what we believe in these days.

Not what we believed when we were
taking back our houses.

He was there. Wouldn't have missed
that one. We got to focus on
the electoral battle now.

I've done five years,
for defending my people.

I used to look up to men like you.

Used to? I just need to know, is
there still a place for me here?

Course there is.

Look, we still believe the
same stuff? Look at that.
Who'd have thought that?

Since Sampson's joined us
the phones haven't stopped.

Can't process the membership
application forms fast enough.

Gonna need bigger premises
once he's elected. I know.

There'll always be a place
for those who were with us
at the beginning. The soldiers.

All right. All right.

Smell a journalist?

I'll look into the address and
do a little security check, yeah?

If he's from Torchlight, we'll have
to deal with him. I'll get him out
the way, you check his flat.

Harry. Perry, meet Emily Glover
who works for Portman-Bright.

This is Peregrine Howell-Davis.
MI5 employing PR bods are they?

I'm trying to persuade them to have
beanbags at Thames House.
Ha! Jolly good.

I understand you're thinking of
joining William Sampson.
That would be a mistake.

Shouldn't you be
out chasing Al-Qaeda?

Actually that's exactly
what we are doing.

Don't see the link personally.
We need strong leadership.

Like Germany in 1933?
Now you're being ridiculous.

You wouldn't fit in
the British Way, Perry.

I agree with their platform
almost entirely. They have changed.

He means YOU wouldn't fit in.

Because? Because they haven't changed
enough to accept h*m*.

To be fair,
neither has Mrs Howell-Davis.

Although they do say half the
SA taken out on the Night of
the Long Knives were surprised

with a strapping young Aryan
lad in their beds so perhaps
you'd like to take your chances?

Crude and a little predictable.

The most effective
things so often are.

Sleep on it, Perry.

Hello Auntie May, erm,
it's your favourite nephew, Luke.

I'm just calling to let you know
I'm settling in OK and I'll
be over to see you soon. OK, bye.

A massive hunt is underway in
Hull for Melanie Roberts
who disappeared yesterday.

KNOCK AT DOOR

'Her bike was found
in nearby woods, the police have
expressed concern. . . '

Get your coat. What, why?

I want to show you something.
All right.

Where are we going? You'll see.

Great, the British Way
are checking him out.

What am I supposed to be looking for?

A bittern.

It's a type of heron,
has an unmistakable booming call.

Bloody rare.

Why did you bring me up here?

Wanted you to feel welcome.

This is excellent.

We've put some additional
letters from Auntie May of 63,
Frensham Road in there.

She still sends him five pounds
and a Kit-Kat for his birthday.

Elderly relatives always have
a problem with inflation.

Yeah, when I was a kid,
I used to come up here and play.

That was a time when people never
used to worry about paedophiles.

One of these days we should find
ourselves a nonce and let him loose
up here and hunt him down with g*ns.

I prefer a crossbow myself.

What type of bird's that?

Oh, it's a woodlark,
"Lullula arborea".

That's his Latin name. Bit like
a skylark with a shorter tail.

Immigrants. What?

Well, they come over here
from abroad, don't they?

Yeah, well they find their own food
and don't try and
groom my daughter. Good point.

How did you get into bird watching?

Dad used to bring me.

What does he do, your old man?

Asbestosis got him.

Used to come up here till,
you know, near the end, though.

Said it used to help him forget
about everything.

It's peaceful.

Yeah,

yeah.

You still got doubts
about the party?

I felt the power that night when we
were in charge of those estates. Mmm.

We sent the immigrants and
the asylum seekers packing.

When you could see the faces
of the police,
you knew they were scared of us.

Imagine what it will be like
when we're really running things.

Not with Sampson. He's just another
politician who'll betray us.
He keeps you well out of sight.

Who are you to question us, eh?
I mean what are you trying to do?

You want some award for undercover
journalism? Me on tape saying I
throw pig's heads into mosques?

That's a pretty serious accusation.
Think you can back it up?

You know, while we're here,
my men are in your flat.

What have you got to hide?

Guess you'll have to wait
for them to tell you that.

You know the last
infiltrator we uncovered,
he hasn't been seen in a while.

No, I don't think
you're a journalist.

Oh, yeah, why's that?

I can smell fear.

BOOMING

Hear that?

That booming noise.
Think it was a bittern.

MOBILE RINGS

Must be your boys reporting back.

Smell my fear now?

Reconsidered, Perry? Harry!

Our party's in real trouble.

Last by-election we were in
fourth place.

Fourth! We used to lead this nation.

Then stay and rescue the party.

The mood in the country is changing
and we must follow that mood.

Burning houses? Refugees in schools?
That was a mob.

The British Way and the mob
are like Siamese twins.

Look, I have grown attached
to a stable two-party. . . Three.

What? We're including the little
Scottish chap? Three-party system.

Let's not throw away something
that's served us so well.

What do you want me to do?
You'll be joining Sampson.

But I thought. . .
Ah, there's always a twist.

We've been hearing stories
from Guildford, for example,

that Albanian asylum seekers

are trying to set up
prostitution rings in the town.

They can threaten me with as
many court appearances as they like,

I won't be intimidated.

It is a national disgrace and
something should be done about it.

Sampson's mentioned this
Guildford thing a few times now.

Of course. One asylum seeker
asks a white girl the time,
you got a mob burning down a hostel.

Better warn Chief Constables about
provocations. Forgive me, Harry,
but Sampson's riding very high.

Then the fall will be even
more painful. It had better be.

If Sampson wins this election he
won't be the last British Way MP.

What have you got for me? A British
Way leaflet we've produced

which makes derogatory comments
about another candidate's
disabled child.

Should lose them some sympathy.
That's the idea. Have you got that
list of speaking venues?

I'll make sure they're double-booked
for Gambler's Anonymous meetings.

What's that?
Data from the highly respectable
polling company, Blake Research.

We got them to poll on all
the issues that people
want Sampson to talk about

and then we fiddled
with the findings. Good.
Let's keep him off-message.

Erm, any news from Adam?
Just awaiting his status report.

Oh, I thought it
would've come in by now.

Do you want me to tell you when it
comes in? Yeah, sure, if I'm around.

Fiona?

He'll be all right.

Luke!

I think they trust me now but they
might still be keeping an eye on me.
Didn't see anybody watching you.

What if the tulips die?
Shhhh. They're plastic!

I need some help from base. Here's
my report for when the postman comes.
He's nice, your postman.

Careful with that boy, he's trouble.

Morning. Morning.

Who's that?

A real relative.

Your sister? Flatterer.

News from Adam?

It's done.

We need another push on Moran.
He trusts Adam but he's remaining
stubbornly loyal to Sampson.

Prepared to swallow his injured
feelings cos he thinks he might
become second in command.

Then we must make him realise he
will never be second in command.
Time for stage two?

Ruth, you need to start preparing.
What for? I'm sending you
back to GCHQ, temporarily.

We need somebody on this op
who has experience of GCHQ culture.

I use the word loosely.

I need somebody I can really
trust on this, Ruth. Right.

This should put him in a bad
mood at the campaign trial.

Almost done with the makeover.

How we doing with the internet
shopping order?

Oh, Christ.

Are you the owner of
this property, sir? Yes.

I'm from the Council
Planning Department.

You cannot just repaint your
door in a conservation area.

I didn't.

You can see the colour
of all the other doors.

If everybody was to do it,
it'd be aesthetic anarchy.

And who are you?
The Indian Civil Service?

No, I'm from the Planning
Department as I think I mentioned.

Here's your Contravention Notice
with details of the fine.

You've got 48 hours to pay,
otherwise it doubles. Good day.


Every single item. Not one
thing my PA actually ordered.

All the refrigerated goods were off

and lobster sent as a replacement
for washing powder. What?

Dirty tricks. Interfering
with my internet shopping.

Right after some chippy little
Asian tried to fine me
for changing my door colour.

Oh, you can't do that in
a conservation area, Bill.
Not without permission. I didn't!

Oh, never mind.

Well, this might cheer you up.

A client who might make a
substantial donation to the party.

And I've spoken to Fitz and to Peter.

Tomlinson? But he could
bring Roger and Neil with him.

Tide's turning our way. Especially
after the Guildford problem.

Give me lobster over
washing powder any day.

Well, I might
just do that one evening.

Well, you can take your
Fatfighters and you can
shove it up your fat arse!

MAN CHUCKLES

TV: 'Screw you!'

I know somebody.

Somebody? Somebody who
works for the Government. And?

My cousin. Not exactly one of us
but she was up for promotion
and guess who they gave the job to.

One of our little ethnic friends
who was much less qualified.

What do you mean, works for
the Government? Can't really say.

She used to give us information about
commies to stick on the website.

Told me a thing or two about Sampson.

What sort of thing? Purge is coming.

Sampson's been talking about it
with other members of
the Executive Committee.

Lesley's an admin officer
for a department that
listens in to everything.

I'm on the Executive Committee.
I've heard nothing about any purge.

Yeah, I wonder why.

Introduce me to your cousin, then.

You're joking, aren't you? She'd
run a mile from somebody like you.

Another sleepless night
for Herr Sampson.

The neighbours won't be best
pleased either. Collateral damage.

Tributes have been pouring in
for m*rder*d schoolgirl,
Melanie Roberts.

Her head teacher described her
as a popular child. . .

He cut her throat?
This will cause chaos.

Melanie's body was discovered
today in a disused garage.

Police are refusing to comment
on reports circulating
about the cause of her death

but they have confirmed

that a 37-year-old man of
Afghan origin has been charged
with her m*rder.

Appears to have been an
asylum seeker who was tortured
in his home country.

Was being treated for psychological
illness, liked extremist websites.

Sampson's gone up to Hull to take
flowers to the spot where the body
was found. Oh, that's beautiful[!]

First they provoke the
conditions that cause the tragedy,

then shed crocodile tears
over it.

We hear a lot of talk
these days about rights.

Particularly the rights of
asylum seekers and t*rrorists.

But didn't Melanie Roberts
have rights?

Didn't Melanie Roberts have the
right to play outside her own home
without having her throat cut?

Now to the sneering elites,
people round here are
White Tr*sh, inbreds, rednecks.

Only good for creating the wealth
of the country and sending their
sons to fight in foreign wars.

They love asylum seekers
in Islington because they make
good cleaning ladies

and they don't have to live
next to them.

You all know that I have resigned
my seat in parliament to
fight again for the British Way.

And when we win, it won't be
a victory for me,

but for all the decent folk
who mourn here today

and for the memory of
Melanie Roberts,

m*rder*d by a man
who had no business
being here in the first place.

JOURNALISTS SHOUT QUESTIONS

Absolutely bloody lamentable, Harry.
It just complicates things a little.

I'm not sure you can keep
control of this tiger that
you're currently riding.

You never used to lose
your nerve so easily.

The British Way haven't got anybody
else with Sampson's charisma.

It would be very unfortunate
if anything happened to him. No.

We could make it a white,
left-wing extremist.
Things are bad enough right now.

It would be like throwing petrol
on the flames.

Short-term chaos
for long-term stability?
Let me deal with this my way.

If Sampson wins his seat
it'll change everything.

They have to be seen
to destroy themselves.
Everything else is going to plan.

Where's the fall? Dealing with
Sampson in the way you suggest
is not an option. I'm sorry?

If I float an idea,
by definition it IS an option.

You're just telling me you think
it's a bad one. I'm telling
you it's not the best one.

OK.

But mess this up and you're on your
own. Could I have that in writing?

There have been further violent
clashes in response to the
death of Melanie Roberts.

News is coming in from Cardiff
of an Iraqi man who has been beaten
to death by a furious crowd.

The victim, who'd been tortured
in the jails of S*ddam Hussein,
was married with children. . .

Tell that to the family
of Melanie Roberts.

The police expressed concern
at the cycle of revenge attacks
and are asking for calm.

You're watching Sky News. . .

Let's go. Where to?

Come on. We're not missing out
on this. We're going hunting.

Thought we were avoiding violence
during the election. We got
a surprise pass for the weekend.

What you doing? What? Boss,
he's trying to use his mobile. So?

Thought you might like a photo
for a souvenir.

Shut up, Brian.

Let me do it. What?

Let me. No, another time.

Come on, for all those
years I spent inside. No.

Wait!

They k*lled one of our kids.

Let's do one of theirs.

What, you haven't got the bottle?

Have you? Come on, hurry up,
we're exposed here.

sh*t!

What did you do that for? What?
You moved. No, I never.

Give me another bolt!
Never mind.

You winged the guy.
Forget the kid, let's move it.

And you introduce me to that
cousin of yours, or so help me
I'll go and find her myself.

I think, given the choice, most
people would prefer a crossbow
bolt in the leg to their head.

But couldn't you. . . Missed them
altogether? I saved his life.

If my cover gets blown now we
lose this op and people will die.

OK, what do you want me to do?

It's time for the cousin.

She can be so outraged by
the death of the child that
she's decided to come forward.

Fiona must bait the trap now.

Their donation's secure. £500, 000.
Excellent.

There is a condition. Which is?

Several of us want Moran
and his men out of the party.

Too many negative associations.

Yes, but Moran is part of the old
guard, he commands huge support.

Very difficult to remove.
Some MPs are still undecided.

Make Perry your number two.

Well. . .

give me time.

Might be better to do
it after the election.

We can't alienate the rank and file
when there's canvassing to be done.
Well, he has a point.

Moran's men may be a bunch of inbreds
but somebody has to slog around
those god-awful council estates.

But you can give me your word
that after the by-election

you'll expel Moran and his
supporters and make Perry
your deputy? It's a done deal.

We have to admit that it is
impeccable timing. What is?

Well, asylum seeker murders
photogenic little white girl. . .

Come on, don't tell me you
didn't raise a small cheer inside.

Let's take a look at the
latest polls, shall we?

Nice here.

Well, nowhere's safe.

Just look at that poor little girl.

But Cheltenham's not like London.
Don't get your handbag
stolen by drug addicts.

You mean n*gg*r*s.

I don't like that kind of language.

If you're going to talk like that
I'm not speaking to you any more.
Lesley. . . No, Luke,

I've said this to you before.

Not all coloured people are bad.

Then what are you doing here?
I thought you agreed with us.

I support the British Way because
we're only a little island and we
can't take any more immigrants.

I'm not a racialist though and I,
I don't like bad language.

Oh, Les, we've come all this way.
Your mum was really pleased.

And look, I got some photos of
when we done a barbecue. Look.

Henry and Gavin arguing
over the barbeque as usual!

Luke says that you
work for the Government?

That they passed you over
for promotion in favour of a. . .

I just want what's fair, that's all.
That Asian girl had only
worked there a few months.

I've been there 15 years,
not a day off sick. Well, once,
when I'd got back from Minorca

and I'd eaten a big paella the
night before getting on the plane.

Sick! I should have had
the bloody omelette.

My husband John had the omelette
and he was fine.

Tell him what you've
been working on, Les.

OK, well. . .

my section has been tasked. . .

That's what we call it
in my line of work. . .to monitor
certain organisations.

The British Way is one of them.

Now we listen to traffic,

speaking all technical again! Erm,
not like cars and stuff but, erm,

exchanges of information between
people. Phone calls, e-mails. . .

They've been listening to Sampson.

So?

These. . .

Erm, these,

these are transcripts of his
conversations with an MP

called Peregrine Howell-Davis
and some lobbyist.

Transcripts?

And I have a tape.

I don't know, Luke. I. . .
This could get me the sack.
You can trust Keith.

You have to get rid
of it afterwards.
It's fine, I'll look after it.

Come on, let's get going. I don't
want to get her into trouble.

Don't forget your photos.

TAPE: Their donation's secure,
£500, 000.

Excellent.

There is a condition. Which is?

Several of us want Moran
and his men out of the party.

Too many negative associations.

Moran is part of the old guard
and commands huge support,
very difficult to remove.

Some MPs are still undecided.

Make Perry your number two.

Well,

give me time.

It would be better to do it
after the election.

We can't alienate the rank and file
when there's canvassing to do.

Well, he has a point.
Moran's men may be a bunch of inbreds

but somebody has to slog around
those god-awful council estates.

But you can give me your word
that after the by-election

you will expel Moran and his
supporters and make Perry
your deputy? It's a done deal.

It's always the same, isn't it?
What is?

My granddad was injured
at the Battle of Ypres.

Dad died of asbestosis.

We're just nothing really, are we?

White Tr*sh, bunch of inbreds
for everybody to laugh at.

We can take the party back from him.

You'll be our leader.

We don't need some
MP taking cheques from big
businesses to sell us out.

Let's see how Sampson copes
without a shower on his big day.

Harry. Sampson's holding
a press conference today

and if what I'm hearing is correct,
you'd better be right on top of your
game or there'll be consequences.

Fiona, we ready?
The tanks are rolling.

Did you have a shower this morning?

No bloody water in my house.

That car alarm again, if I
find the owner. . . Where's Perry?

He'll be along
shortly with the rest.

You nervous? Nervous! No, no, no.
I'll tell you what is amazing.

When people write the history books,

this day will go down as a
turning point in British politics
and we were here, you and I.

Excited. Good. Use the adrenaline.

Oh, yeah.
MOBILE RINGS

Oh. . . Perry.

Great. OK, thanks.

Yeah, so what's, what's going on?

Perry's assembling the MPs.

They'll file in one by one
for maximum effect. OK.

Neil's wearing an
astonishing tie, apparently.
Well, that's Neil for you.

He'd make a very good spokesperson.
Camera-friendly. We'll see.

You have been fantastic.

Hear that? What?

Tiny tremors.

The political landscape is shifting.

Let's go.

Good morning!

Morning. Good morning.

Now, we are, at present,
at the beginning of a new era.

And I'd like to dedicate this moment
to the memory of Melanie Roberts.

And so, joining me on stage
is Peregrine Howell-Davis,
my campaign manager.

Bringing with him
ten new British Way MPs.

Mr Sampson,
where are your fellow MPs?

Are they not prepared to support
burning people out of their houses?

REPORTERS SHOUT QUESTIONS

Woah, woah, woah! No pictures!
Please just wait!

Please, please just wait!

I said no pictures.
Will you stop taking. . .

No, stop it!

I'm afraid that William Sampson is a
delusional and dangerous megalomaniac

who exploits violence for his own
ends and who has made a number of
despicable off-the-record remarks

about the poor child m*rder*d in
Hull, which do not bear repeating.

There was never any question
that either myself or my
colleagues would join him.

Frankly, the man is a liar and unfit
to hold a seat in parliament.
Stage one's complete.

Well, I, I can't really say
any more at this stage until
I consult with my colleagues.

I'm not making any comments
about the events in
Westminster this morning.

My real colleagues are those on the
Executive Committee of the party

and I look forward
to their full support

and a victory for common-sense
and decency in North Dale Valley.

Is it decent for you to attack
disabled children in your
election campaign?

I haven't seen the leaflet but those
responsible will be disciplined.

We can go on to win this by-election
without those cowards and traitors
who promised me their support.

But now more than ever, we need. . .

The only coward and traitor
in this room is you.

Expel me? Expel me? !

Expel me, you b*stard?
I'll break your neck!

You are insane. We're taking
the party back for its members.

I heard what you've been saying
about me.

Liar! You lying b*stard!

MOBILE RINGS

HE SIGHS

Yeah? Mr Sampson,
this is the establishment calling.

How do you feel now that
we've introduced a little
colour to your life?

More problems
for William Sampson today,

as violence broke out
at a British Way meeting.

Police broke up the warring
factions as opinion polls showed

a dramatic slump in support
for the far-right organisation,

which has been riven
with internal divisions.

A textbook operation.

Squeezed at every level, the party
split right down the middle.
Well done.

Polls are showing a drop
in support for Sampson.
What's the latest from Adam?

He's helping get the Real British
Way started and ensuring it's
filled with nutters and informers.

Ruth, I want you to visit
!sis again with some more
GCHQ files and help him out.

I don't have to see Moran this time?
Probably not,

but if necessary I'm sure you could
carry it off as well as last time.

What news from Westminster?

Howell-Davis has been
promoted to the shadow cabinet.

Nice to see men of principle
rewarded[ !]

He's dropping hints about
the Honours list.

Not in my lifetime.
You tell him his only honour
comes from serving his country.

MOBILE RINGS

What do you want? We have to talk.

Look I'm coming up so arrange
somewhere discreet for us to meet.

Look don't be such
a bloody fool, man.

MI5 have been playing us off against
each other and we've walked into
every trap they've set for us.

You've got ba*ls,
I'll give you that.

I could hunt you down,
bury you in that copse over there
and nobody would be the wiser.

I want to rebuild things.
Rebuild things?

Now, you say that you heard
things on tape, that must have been
a set-up. Don't you lie to me!

They said you were r*cist scum
we should get rid of.

Now has anybody appeared suddenly
telling you bad things about me?

We should stay together. Let's
put the party back on the road.

Stay together? With you?

No, what's done is done.

The party will never be safe
with men like you.

But if what you're saying is true,

somebody's gonna pay.

DOORBELL RINGS

Ah, yes? We've come on behalf
of your nephew, Luke Chivers.

Oh, yes. Is anything the matter?

Everything's fine.
Can, er, we come in?

Certainly.

What can I do for you young men?

Luke was wondering if he could, er,

have a Twix for his next birthday.

Would you like tea?
Umm, three sugars please.

Who's Luke Chivers?

Adam, it's Ruth. I'm outside
the !sis safe house but there's
no answer and the door's ajar.

Are there tulips in the window? Yes.

OK, wait for me, I'll
be there in ten minutes.

Why have they let us go?

They haven't let us go.
Then why. . .

Adam? Quick, run!

Go on, run, I've got all day
and I know this place
like the back of my hand.

We're trapped here.
Adam, he's going to k*ll us.

He wants me more than you, get out.

I can't leave you.
I'll hold him up. Go!

Go.

You're losing your touch.

You got time to reload?

Bye-bye, traitor.
I can offer you a deal.

I'm not like you, I have beliefs.
I don't do deals.

I've given my life to this party,

for my people. Your people?

Yes, my people.

Every soldier in a
foreign graveyard,

every worker whose job's been
taken by a foreigner,

every man or woman who loves
the country that shits on them
over and over again.

A crossbow bolt would be preferable
to a lecture on patriotism

from a m*rder*r like you.

Then I am happy to oblige.

Shall I hit him again, Adam?

Only if you want to.

You're front-page news.

Cheer up,

that'll definitely have just
lost Sampson his deposit.

I've given my life for
this movement. Yes, you have.

But how hard did we have to push
to make Sampson offer you up?

Doesn't that make you
wonder about the movement?

I'm not like Sampson and I'm not
a traitor like you. No, you're not.

There's always a reckoning, though.
What?

You're like the SS officer who
treats his own children with love

and then smacks the legs of Jewish
kids with the truncheon as
he herds them onto cattle trucks.

I look after my own.

I'll tell that to the grandchildren
of my colleague that you drowned.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

You can't pin that on me.

You'd have to give evidence,
reveal that she was a spy.

You're right.

But you did mention the
body of an infiltrator.

The police are there now,

they'll probably want DNA samples
from you when we're finished.

Pretty straightforward m*rder case,
I would have thought.

Under police escort, the
first families are beginning

to return to the very homes they
were driven from earlier this month.

But it might yet take some time
for the wounds
of that violent evening to heal.

It'll help that the British Way
don't have an MP.

There are concerns now about the
disillusionment from the electorate

towards politicians.

The way this election
has been fought

has now raised serious questions
about the political
landscape of contemporary Britain.

Yes, Sampson losing his deposit
really was very satisfactory.

Still. . . What? The turnout was very
low and a pantomime horse did better
than some of the main candidates.

It doesn't make people fascists
to want decent housing
for their children.

Ignore their concerns
and people like Sampson
won't be away for very long.

Glad to have you back.

He'll come. For what purpose?
To lead a major t*rror1st attack.

You're thinking of going
after Yazdi. Am I? Don't.

I don't want any trouble,
do you understand?

I can't offer you words of comfort,
we both know how dangerous this is.

Get him out of there!