Well of course there's an interview but you come highly recommended
by me.
We were paying you. Now you want to volunteer to do it for free?
I want to do my bit.
Antonia Gallagher, Fair Rule party boss with her roots in the far right.
One tough lady.
This is Nina.
Back from the dead.
We just need the data on Gallagher's phone.
It's my second day. You want me to steal her phone?
Just borrow it.
What happened to "you just have to listen"?
Welcome aboard, Lia.
Thank you, Mr Fried.
And remember, relationships are built on trust.
How did you meet Nina?
-A job. -Selling sex?
I wasn't cut out for it.
The boss likes us to wear it.
Amber Pendant. Give it to me.
Never take it off when you're working.
How about a drink after work?
Go home.
Dad owned the richest goldmine in Europe.
Lucky you.
Extraction by chemical injection. Poisoning the earth.
So he shut it down and sold it.
Hey, Mari again. Call me as soon as you hear this.
I love you.
Ah! Someone died on the tube, did he?
Or was it your dog? I've heard all this stuff before, Lia.
Hey Sam, I'm sorry. Life's, uh... it's a bit complicated at the moment.
Yeah, I know.
What?
Your drama's overflowing at work.
Some random guy called wanted to know if you work here
and if you're my girlfriend which we both know is super fucking awkward.
Who?
I don't know, he didn't answer so...
What did he sound like?
Foreign.
Foreign? What type of foreign?
I don't know, foreign. You foreign, Rico foreign.
Actually, fuck, speaking of Rico.
He hasn't been returning any of my calls.
I'm not... Well, there's plenty more fish in the sea.
Nothing remotely connects Toni Gallagher with A.X.E.
-No bank transfers, texts, nothing. -What about e-mail?
Squeaky clean. Fair Rule only.
Clever bitch. She's communicating with A.X.E somehow.
Riots don't plan themselves.
Briggs came through. Our stone-thrower: Abu Al-Jabar.
At least that's what he is now.
Six months ago, he was plain old Trevor Greene from Croydon.
He was in for burglary.
Jabar's record showed zero prior interest in Islam.
Lot's of immigrants radicalised in prison.
But as for A.X.E. Five of them have records,
but only one of them shared a cell with Jabar.
Andrew Thompson. A.X.E foot soldier.
This guy's a real charmer.
He was sent down for GBH, racial abuse and burglary.
Got out two months back. Same week as Al-Jabar.
Same cell and both on opposite sides of the same riot?
And get this.
Jabar and Thompson shared a wing with James Royce.
Founding father of A.X.E.
Well?
We just want some information.
And I want a blowjob from Marilyn Monroe.
That ain't happening either.
And what about fifty quid and a box of tissues in your commissary?
My account's fine thanks, DC Paddy Moore.
Or should I say ex DC?
You used to be up on D Wing, right?
Fraggle Rock.
Where all the nonces and kiddy-fiddlers and...
bad little piggies who get their snouts caught in the trough.
As much as I'd like to stroll down memory lane with you, Jim.
We just want to know about Andy Thompson.
Never heard of him.
Come on, he's been your faithful fascist Fido for years now.
Come on...
Guard on the gate! We're done.
You've got nothing. I'll see you soon - back inside.
Paddy, you OK?
Never better.
Then you wouldn't mind staying.
No.
We're here to talk about brother Abu Jabar.
I appreciate the courtesy, but I doubt he's a brother of yours.
No. But he is yours.
And he's in a lot of trouble.
The call of the Prophet goes out to all, peace be upon him.
And upon his people.
What about his cell mate, Thompson.
Didn't he hear the call? Or was it a wrong number?
Jabar and Thomson are two sides of one coin.
Jabar wants Holy War, Thompson wants race war.
I believe they came to some agreement.
Like a right-wing rally outside a Muslim community centre for instance?
But it doesn't sound like either of them are exactly deep thinkers.
Yeah.
Stupidity is a disease without medicine.
Perhaps the plan came from higher up.
What? From God?
Not perhaps that high.
From James Royce and his friends at A.X.E. perhaps?
We've linked Jabar and Thompson to A.X.E. but nothing on Gallagher.
Her phone was clean.
Full HD WIFI. It works in any light.
You'll have a ringside seat but you'll need this too,
this is important.
Put it in her desk and it'll boost your camera signal and relay it.
Yeah. All you need to do is stick it to the ceiling above her desk.
Yeah, just stick it.
That's all?
Yeah. That's all.
But how do I even get Gallagher out of her office long enough to do that?
-Hello. -Hi.
Hi.
It's probably a false alarm. Keep working.
It could be whoever attacked me.
The Muslim boy died last night. Some people blame Fair Rule.
Alright, get everybody out. But don't go far!
I want you back at work soon as it's all clear.
Okay everybody up! Let's clear the building!
We need to empty the building as quick as possible!
Just leave your stuff and, as quick as possible, people.
Let's go, let's go. Thank you.
Thank you.
Okay, clear the building then. Yeah.
-David. -Yeah.
I'll go to the toilet, check there's no one.
Yeah.
I need you to stand there and look pretty.
Sit!
I said pretty, so smile.
Smile.
Yeah, good girl. Let's go.
Katya!
So, these men looking for you. Who are they?
-You're safe here. -They can find me.
Or you. Anywhere.
You want me to answer that?
Katya! Do you have a phone now?
Vanags, Katya. You must disappear.
Vanags won't stop until you are dead.
Huh? Okay. Okay, okay.
Everything all right?
Just a friend. No problem.
Alright.
Glass of wine?
-Pity there's no sound. -That's why we bugged her phone.
That's not her phone. Not her official one anyway.
Well anyone with two phones is hiding something.
I've only had two phones since I met you.
No. No.
Listen. Toni got her old A.X.E. pal in prison to set up both sides
of a riot on that cellphone.
If we get that phone, we get her, and we get Fair Rule.
Yes.
We need phone records.
Yeah, but even if I got her out of the way it's in a locked drawer.
-You can pick the lock. -Yeah.
Provided you have a good teacher.
What?
Just put it...
Yeah.
-Cool. -Quick learner.
Now you only have to do it in half the time
while shitting yourself about getting rumbled.
Hi Maggie.
Go again.
Okay.
Nina's gone.
Oh, she got a phone call around seven.
-Put her in a bit of a flap. -From whom?
I heard the name Katya and then something that sounded like Vanish.
I'm so sorry.
Vanags, maybe?
It could be. Does that mean something?
Kasimir Vanags. Proper scumbag. Drugs, girls.
Faceless women would be right up his alley.
Did she ever mention a name like that, Lia?
-No. -If Nina is broke and walking,
we might see her on CCTV.
Roads, trains, buses.
Get Rico and Berg on it.
And Lia, you know what to do.
Maybe it's locked.
Arthur wanted me to make sure everything's locked before I go.
I mean, after the attack and the fire alarm we need to be careful.
Do you do that at the New Level offices too?
-What? No. -I was hoping for more than just
a sneaky little spy for a leftie mag.
I'm a designer. Not a journalist.
Whoever you were snooping for, you're working for me now.
What were you after in Toni's office?
Huh?
I think she might still be working with the thugs from the rally.
I think that's who attacked you.
And who are you working for?
Me.
Just me.
Sorry.
But if you get caught, you're on your own.
Found anything?
Just a locked drawer.
Better get going.
Lia.
Yeah?
Stay close.
Come, jump in.
What did you do?
What?
You got the phone data but you blew your cover.
-I didn't blow him. -You blew your cover.
No, I didn't.
David just thinks he's recruited a new spy for his cause.
And what happens if he doesn't get laid as a part of the plan?
Then I will blow him.
-Mari, I can take care of myself. -Can you?
If you just find Nina.
Maybe she's gone for good.
But the good news is, that if we can't find her.
It means that the people who are after her, can't find her either.
One, two, three.
Can you sing something?
M.A. Numminen?
I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts
You know, we have that in Swedish too.
A horrible sound.
I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts
There they are, all standing in a row
Don't run. I just want to talk to you.
-Matti. -Just talk.
If you then want me to leave, I will. Okay?
I want to apologise.
I sought help after the trial and...
In therapy I understood that I have held on to you too hard, but...
that's only because I love you.
Do you want something?
A beer, please.
I need the bathroom.
-Could I have two beers please. -Two beers coming up.
A man brandishing a knife has been shot and killed
by armed police in East London.
The man, named locally as Trevor Green,
was wanted in connection with the death of Amjad Latif,
the young Muslim boy killed in disturbances following a recent rally
held by the Fair Rule party.
A police statement said the man refused to surrender
despite repeated warnings and was shot when he attacked an officer.
-Great, thanks. -You're welcome.
-Hi. -I'll have something to design
in a minute. Go get a tea, or whatever you Finns drink.
"Our social landscape is being torn apart.
A once free, fair, Christian country
is being contaminated by..."
Toni, what's another word for "contaminated"?
Why?
Hey stop! You can't just walk in here.
-Where is she? -Who?
-Toni. -Hey!
What...?
-I need it now, Toni - not next week, -What is this about?
-not tomorrow, now! -Shut up.
It's alright, David. Excuse me, Arthur.
You've seen the news? What they did to Trevor?
Shut up I said. Get into my office, now.
Okay, Lia.
Thompson, the white riot guy.
-He's in with Gallagher now. -Yeah, we see it.
But we need to hear what they're saying so call Gallagher please.
-What? - He looks violent.
Are you okay in there? Do you want me to call security?
No! Everything's fine. Mind your own business.
Yes.
Don't speak another word. Outside and wait for me.
-You owe me. -Okay Lia. Thank you. Really good.
Okay. Follow them.
Hurry. Stay out of sight.
I think I've lost them.
What's happening?
What are they doing?
-No, don't touch it till I've gone. -How do I know it's all there?
You really are a special kind of stupid, aren't you?
That Paki getting shot's the best thing that could've happened.
Trevor's West Indian.
Okay. So she put an envelope on a car and walked off
and now he's picked it up and he's leaving. Should I follow?
-Did you get it? -Yeah, I think so.
-Send it now. -Okay, bye.
Lia? In here, now.
Your name's on this.
Page designer, not writer.
I told David I worked there. He said it didn't matter.
And he just forgot to mention it.
Then, he has had the hots for her since day one.
Well, that's hardly a crime is it?
I mean, she's a very beautiful girl, our Lia.
Anyway, David's just an observer.
I think there're too many foreigners in this campaign anyway.
Okay, Toni.
We're a trading nation that just wants to control its borders.
We're not the KKK.
Why don't we start by controlling our staff?
Did you read this article before you designed it, or are you
-too much of an artiste? -Of course I read it.
But I think for myself. That's why I'm here.
Really? And not because New Level sent you to snoop for a scoop.
No! They'd fire me if they knew I was volunteering here.
-Good. -If you had written this article
instead of just... designing it...
what would it say?
That there's a politician who cares about his country;
whose message is actually quite mainstream and we should stop
giving house room to right wing thugs.
-Get out. We'll be in touch. -Actually, Toni. Thank you.
I'd like to speak to Lia. Alone.
Please.
I work there, but I volunteer here.
Come on, your campaign's better than this.
I don't want to leave just because of one old bigot and a horny Estonian.
Alright, tell me the truth.
No lies.
Were you sent here by New Level?
No. I swear.
Have you ever written for New Level?
-And remember, I can check. -Not one word.
Not one word.
Okay.
Maybe we should talk about this outside the office.
Dinner maybe?
Trevor's West Indian.
And there you can see the money.
Well done.
Listen, I've been handed over information
that Fried has been married once before.
He tried to cover it up.
One page is ripped out, but the indentations are still there
on the next page. Rico.
7th of July, Arthur Fried, estate agent,
marries Suzie Hawkins, spinster typist.
-No witnesses. -Why would you go to all that trouble
to obliterate a marriage from 20 years ago?
Find and ask the first Mrs Fried, Suzie Hawkins.
This is Mikael Rautee's voicemail. Please leave a message at the tone.
Hi, Dad, it's me. Could you fucking answer your messages or calls.
Grandma is also very worried.
Call me back as soon as you hear this. Bye.
Every Suzie Hawkins in London. I've called eight so far.
The last one thought I was selling double-glazing and wanted to buy.
Any word from your dad?
No.
-I'm sure he'll be fine. -Yeah.
I was checking out the name Vanags. That Maggie overheard Nina using.
It turns out Mr Vanags has a front operation: a shop in East End.
Baltic imports, from food to amber.
Okay.
Fried's asked me to dinner.
Good.
He trusts you.
Or he doesn't want me blabbing to the press.
There. That's where the pendant came from. Stay in the car.
Lingonberry.
Lovely.
-I'm sorry. -Accidents happen.
-I can pay for it. I'll clean... -No, no, no, no.
A woman like you should not clean. No.
I will get someone less beautiful to clean up the mess.
But I'll charge for the amber. May I?
Oh, this one's very special. Look.
A tiny fly being chased by a spider from a million years.
The spider never catch it. But the fly will never escape.
Forty pounds.
Thought I had them when I left home.
A card is fine.
I have cash.
Receipt?
No, thank you.
-Hey. -Hey.
I've done some research. As you asked me. On your father's goldmine.
Yeah. And?
Yeah. Seems like you were right. It has been reopened.
New owners. I've mailed you a link to their website.
You get it?
-Yeah. I got it. - Not much from owners is there
but I'll see what else I can find other ways.
Good.
-How are you? You okay, Mari? -Yeah.
-Just tired. -Okay.
I'll let you know if I find something more. I'll see you tomorrow.
-Good night. -Good night.
Subtitles: Lily Ray www.plint.com