-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.
-Oh! Ugh!
-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.
[Monitor beeping, flatline]
-Dad owned the richest goldmine in Europe.
-Lucky you.
-Extraction by chemical injection.
Poisoning the earth. So he shut it down and sold it.
♪
-Ah! Someone died on the tube, did they?
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 worked here
and if you were my girlfriend, which we both know
is super fucking awkward.
-Who?
-I don't know. He didn't answer, so I just hung up.
-What did he sound like?
-Foreign. -Foreign?
What -- what -- 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 -- well, there's plenty more fish in the sea.
[Telephone rings]
-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.
-Lots of immigrants radicalized 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.
[Indistinct conversations]
-Well?
-We just want some information.
-And I want a blowjob from Marilyn Monroe.
That ain't happening either.
-What about 50 quid
and a box of tissues in your commissary?
-My account's fine thanks, DC Paddy Moore.
Or, um..[chuckles]
should I say ex-DC?
[Chuckling]
You used to be up on D Wing, right?
Fraggle Rock...
with 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.
[Keys jingling]
[Chains rattling]
♪
You've got nothing.
I'll see you soon... [chuckles]
...back inside.
[Door closes]
-Paddy, you okay?
-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 the same 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 center 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 Wi-Fi.
It works in any light.
You'll have a ringside seat, but you'll need this, too.
This is important.
Put it in your desk, and it'll boost your camera signal
and relays it. -Yeah.
All you need to do is stick it to the ceiling above her desk.
-Yeah, just stick it.
-That's all?
-Yeah. -Yeah. That's all.
-But how do I even get Gallagher out of her office
long enough to do that?
[Horns honking]
-Hello. -Hi.
[Telephones ringing, indistinct conversations]
[Fire alarm blaring]
-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 as 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 there.
-Yeah.
[Blaring continues]
♪
[Blaring continues]
♪
[Blaring continues]
♪
[Siren wailing in distance]
♪
-[Crying softly]
[Door opens]
No! [Whimpering]
[Whimpering continues]
[Panting]
-I need you to stand there and look pretty.
-[Crying]
-Sit!
I said pretty, so smile.
[Camera shutter clicks]
Smile.
[Camera shutter clicking]
Yeah, good girl.
Let's go.
-[Crying] Katya!
-So, these men looking for you.
Who are they?
You're safe here.
-They can find me.
Or you.
Anywhere.
[Cellphone ringing]
-Do you want me to answer that?
[Ringing continues]
-Katya! Do you have a phone now?
Vanags, Katya.
You must disappear.
Vanags won't stop until you are dead.
Huh?
Okay.
Okay, okay.
-[Clears throat]
Everything alright?
-Just a friend.
No problem.
-Alright.
Glass of wine?
[Keyboard clacking]
-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.
-[Clears throat]
-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 7:00.
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?
-[Sighs] No.
-If Nina is broke and walking,
we might see her on CCTVs.
Roads, trains, buses.
-Get Rico and Berg on it.
And Lia, you know what to do.
[Traffic noises]
♪
-Maybe it's locked.
-Arthur wanted me to make sure
everything was 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.
-[Scoffs]
-What were you after in Toni's office?
Hmm?
-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.
♪
Sorry.
[Keys jingling]
♪
[Door unlocks]
-But if you get caught, you're on your own.
[Footsteps receding]
[Door closes]
♪
[Lock clicks]
[Metal clangs]
[Beeps]
-Found anything?
-Just a locked drawer.
[Horn honks in distance]
Better get going.
-Lia.
-Yeah?
-Stay close.
-Jump in.
What did you do?
-What?
-You got the phone data, but you blew your cover.
-[Scoffs] 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.
-[Laughs]
[Air horn blows in distance]
-Mari, I can take care of myself.
-Can you?
-If you just find Nina.
[Liquid pouring]
-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.
Hmm?
-Can you sing something?
-[Laughing]
♪
[Singing in foreign language]
-You know, we have that in Swedish, too.
-It's a horrible song.
-[Singing in foreign language]
♪
-[Speaking in foreign language]
[Indistinct conversations]
[Sighs]
[Dog barking]
[Clears throat]
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.
[Bell tolling]
[Doorknob rattles]
-Great, thanks. -You're welcome.
[Telephones ringing, indistinct conversations]
-Hi.
-I'll have something for you 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. -What is this about?
-Not next week, 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.
-[Dialing]
♪
[Dialing]
♪
-What?!
-He looks violent. Are you okay in there?
Do you want me to call security?
-No! 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.
No.
-What's happening?
♪
What are they doing?
[Horn honks, siren wailing in distance]
♪
-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.
♪
[Wailing gets closer]
♪
-Trevor's West Indian.
-[Scoffs]
♪
-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 are too many foreigners
in this campaign anyway.
-Okay, Toni.
We are a trading nation
that just wants to control its borders.
We are 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.
[Door opens, closes]
Please.
-I work there, but I volunteer here.
Come on, your campaign's better than this.
I don't want to have 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.
-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.
-Who?
-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.
[Traffic noises]
-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.
♪
[Indistinct conversations]
♪
-Lovely. -[Gasps]
[Glass shatters]
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'll 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.
£40.
-Sorry.
-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 what 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. -Yeah.
-Good night. -Good night.
♪
[Twig snaps]
♪