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The country's position is very clear.

We all stood up together and said: "Time for a fresh start."

This guy comes from nowhere,

throws a brick, vanishes. And it all kicks off.

This little boy, Amjad,

injured at Fried's rally.

His father, Muhammed Latif.

No connection to politics or extremism whatsoever.

Amjad's on life support. Might not make it.

You didn't just bump into me at the rally, did you?

-Does it matter? -Give me your fucking phone!

-Who the hell are you? -We fix things.

We give people a voice, who feel ignored.

Or help find a murderer.

Nina!

You still have the pendant.

Sorry. I can't stay in London.

Why? Talk to me.

It's better not to know.

-How did you meet Nina? -Job.

Selling sex?

Hi mum, it's me. Have you given my address to him?

Matti! But what the... He cannot change!

We have been working together for a while, Nina. We are friends.

Sometimes, my friends needs to see what happens to them

if they're not my friends.

I don't give a shit about politics.

I have a job. Graphics.

Work for whoever you want. I'd prefer it if you worked for me.

What? The Studio needs graphics?

A designer inside Fried's campaign.

Aarne!

Aarne! Aarne!

Aarne!

Aarne.

For Queen and country Our pride will not perish

Statues of heroes Stand ready for war

Our ways and values They fought and died for

Sonnets of Shakespeare The Brontës' sweet prose

Our love is as pure

As England's white rose

As England's white rose

As England's white rose

Our love is as pure

As England's white rose

The England we love.

Could there be anything more British than Charlotte's song?

But there are those in England now singing to a different tune.

We would never dictate how the people should live in their own country.

But this is England. We gave the world Shakespeare,

Newton, Magna Carta, Mick Jagger.

But seriously. Freedom is never free.

That's why your financial support for Fair Rule is absolutely vital

in stopping the siren's song of multiculturalism

that has recently brought terror to our streets.

-Mr Fried! -No questions!

As agreed, photos only!

If the members of the press would now excuse us,

there are refreshments for them behind the kitchen.

We British are at our best with our backs against the wall.

We know how to win, and we know how to have a good time.

So... let's party.

Hi, Mr Fried. Charlotte's song was very, very touching. Thank you.

But what about the boy hurt in the riot at your rally?

Any comment on report of neo-Nazi elements among your followers?

No questions.

Wait, if he wants a comment, he can have one.

I'm appalled by the violence

and I sincerely hope little Amjad makes a full recovery.

But make no mistake,

his own community must bear full responsibility for this.

-They started it. -Some say you started it.

A rally outside a Muslim community hall?

The last time I looked we were in the UK.

Unlike France we don't have no-go areas. They started it.

We love children. They're the ones that believe in stoning.

From Lia with love.

The girl who left it was in running gear,

probably local.

Maybe a lezzie lover?

The card doesn't match any print in the system.

Maybe that's because she's not from around here.

Hey, jump in.

I handled the things badly with Nick. I'm sorry.

We didn't want to make Nick's tape public.

We gave him every chance to resign.

All he had to do was own up and guess what he told us?

-Go screw yourself. -Exactly.

See? I can read minds too.

I don't read minds, I read people.

I'd never heard of Nick before your party.

You expect me to believe that?

Okay.

I was eight years old when it happened the first time.

I was sitting in the sauna with my family

and I was looking at my uncle and I was asking him why...

he doesn't leave his wife, my aunt.

Then I was looking at my cousin, Arvo.

And then I asked him why he always was thinking about boys.

My parents thought I was just doing it for attention.

But I wasn't.

And then I looked at my mom and I saw...

I saw this growing fear and anger.

She knew she could never break me.

How do you mean?

They probably finished their marriage

among the other things.

My mum, she lives in Germany. My...

father lives in Finland with my little brother Aarne.

Finland, making up with the past.

Do you wanna have a drink?

-No, thank you. -Are you sure?

-I'm out jogging. -Not anymore.

You're sick.

If you're sick, then this will make you very healthy.

Well I'm not sick, you are. You should take a jog.

Take a sip. Zippedyzip.

Dad owned the richest goldmine in Europe.

Well lucky you.

Extraction by chemical injection.

Poisoning the earth.

So, he shut it down and sold it.

Never to be opened again.

But now there are rumours that someone is planning to reopen the mine.

Actually, he is there right now. Trying to find out what's going on.

What the hell is happening here?

Why not just abracadabra a few minds and find the new owner.

It doesn't work like that.

I see people's motives.

No offence, I...

I don't need your predictions, your booze or your family tree.

I don't. I don't care.

I just need to know where Nina is.

Fair enough.

Tell me, where did you meet Nina?

Are you okay?

Waiting for someone?

Looking for a job?

What sort of job?

Depends on the girl.

No. No, thank you.

Okay. Good luck.

She took me in that night. Offered me a place to stay.

When I had... I had nothing.

And there I was.

No more! Any more and you sleep.

They don't pay when you're asleep.

-Here, put this on. -What's that?

The boss likes us to wear it.

Never take it off when you're working.

You ready? Okay.

Hello! Welcome. How are you?

Oh, so great to see you. Please come in.

Hello again. You look fantastic. Have a drink?

I just took off.

I left her there. With the four men...

for the rest of the night.

You find out if the faceless woman really is Nina...

and I'll go work for Mr Fried.

Deal?

Yeah.

Deal.

I've been thinking about your leaflets.

Yeah well, we can't afford to pay for any more just now.

But it's not about money.

You know, when I heard Mr Fried speak, I was...

I have to say, I was impressed. I want to volunteer.

Really? Have you worked on any previous political campaigns?

No... no. I just design leaflets.

But I could do better ones. For free.

I thought you said you needed the money?

I got some extra shifts at Level.

Well. Well shit, poor you.

Anyway, you had me at free!

Oh, of course there's an interview, but you come highly recommended...

-by me! -Great!

-So, I'll be over after work. -Yeah, great.

-Perfect, thanks. -See ya.

Bye.

Timothy Younger. Owns a sportswear company.

Yeah, he's a big believer in keeping Britain pure,

even if he employs many foreign nationals on minimum wage.

Sir Jeremy Walsh, ex-army.

Last year they diversified into that popular growth market:

private prisons.

Antonia Gallagher. Fair Rule party boss.

One tough lady. With her roots in the far right.

Oh, and that is Mrs Annabelle Fried.

Married Prince Charming three months ago.

Are you getting all this?

Yeah.

Okay.

Acid was used on the face which makes identification difficult.

So, we can't give the victim a name just yet.

Now someone in the press, and I know who it was,

has decided to use the name "Faceless woman."

I don't like that name.

I'm determined she won't be nameless.

And we're determined we'll bring whoever did this to justice.

Thank you, that's all.

Why was she called "the Faceless woman"?

Okay, you heard the man. No more questions.

You hungry?

No thanks.

-What's on it? -The git who started this.

If you ID him, I want the name before the press get it. Okay?

Okay. I'll call you.

The only good thing about prison was the thinking time.

Two and a half years. Seemed a bit unfair, when...

others were free.

Sit.

-You serious? -Sit down.

What do you need?

Odds are she's an illegal. No one's reported her missing.

-DNA? -Eastern European.

And nothing from Europol.

-The coroner's ordered a PM. -Results?

-Nothing yet. I was never here.

-Of course you weren't, Briggsy. -What?

You were never here.

Berg? I'm in. What do you need? -Anything.

-What does she look like? -Not selfie material.

Pictures of everything, please.

Some bastard really did a job on her.

Hold on.

-I think they missed something here. -What?

Bingo. They didn't get all her teeth.

Get Rico to wipe the surveillance in the hospital ASAP.

Why so keen? You're not even British.

Is that compulsory?

I've lived in England long enough to know Mr Fried's leadership

is exactly what this country needs.

Immigrants like it here. That's why we have so many.

Well, I have a degree in graphics, from the University of Turku.

Turkey? You don't look Muslim.

Turku. It's in Finland.

-And I'm not a Muslim. -Lia's a good designer.

And we could use someone on our side who isn't eligible for a bus pass.

Arthur's message resonates with all ages.

Of course, it should.

But your optics with young women and millennial males

who aren't yobs are, well... They're pretty shit.

-I think what she means is... -You should try it sometimes, David.

Go on.

This is what they could look like.

So let me get this straight. We were paying you.

Now you want to volunteer to do it for free?

That's right. I want to do my bit.

I prefer employees to volunteers. Easier to control.

But I'll have a word with the boss. We'll be in touch. See yourself out.

You! With me.

We were lucky with the fillings.

This one contains a trace of molybdenum.

Probably a batch made in the old Soviet Union.

Widely used in the Baltics in the '90s.

So, she's... she's Latvian, then, well? Nina's Romanian.

An Eastern European who got dental work in Latvia in the '90s.

That's all we know.

Okay.

Hello David. Yeah, okay.

I'll see you then. Bye.

Well done, mind reader.

You not being Brit. But Arthur over-ruled her.

Said it's good for Fair Rule,

shows it's okay with the right sort of immigrants.

Arthur? Arthur Fried?

I didn't know he... he knew anything about me.

Arthur knows everything. Well. That's your desk.

-You changed my copy. -It reads better.

You're an observer, right? So how about you shut up and observe.

Get the right copy from Boy Wonder and design that into an A5 flyer.

Do not change one bloody syllable.

Yeah, we just need the data on Gallagher's phone. We just need it.

Are you insane? What happened to "You just have to listen?"

It's my second day! You want me to steal her phone?

-No, no. No stealing. -No. No stealing.

Thank you.

Just borrow it. Just upload some software.

Toni wouldn't let go of her phone if it was on fire.

When are you back there next?

David.

Toni? Toni, I've...

You've changed.

-Sorry, I'm, Mr Fried. I'm... -Lia.

The graphic designer from Finland who is now working in-house for free.

Welcome aboard, Lia.

Thank you, Mr Fried.

Ah! My old dad is called Mr Fried. Please, call me Arthur.

Okay. Arthur.

Interesting country, Finland.

Has some highly original thinking on education and protecting culture.

Yeah. It, uh. Well I like Britain, very much.

Well! England, or what's left of it anyway, welcomes you, Lia.

I I need her to sign, to sign off on these, so...

Very good. Yeah, a little bit too good for our electors.

Thanks. I'd... better find her.

When I came in, you were looking at your phone.

You looked a little bit worried. There's no bad news I hope.

No, no, I... It's just some bad boyfriend troubles.

-Oh. -Yeah.

Well, you make sure he treats you right!

Yeah.

And remember: Relationships are built on trust.

Okay. Um. Well, in England we usually just shake hands,

but I guess phone swapping could be fun.

Sorry! I... I misunderstood.

I think you... Sorry, I'm a bit nervous. It's my second day, so...

Well don't be. You're Team Fried now. Welcome aboard.

Thank you, Arthur, Mr...

Into the dragon's lair?

Yeah. Thought I'd better get her okay for the leaflets.

I'm still not sure she can read.

She probably just looks at the pictures.

Probably.

Just for the record. Your copy was better.

Thanks.

How about a drink after work?

Sure. Sure. Absolutely.

Yeah.

-Cheers. -Cheers.

I'm glad you're on Team Fried.

Though I'm a bit surprised.

Yeah? Why?

It's a bit of a jump.

I mean from New Level, Lefty mag.

I got the impression you didn't care about politics...

I'm starting to get interested.

Maybe you can teach me.

You see, Britain's ahead of the curve.

Yeah. But this Mr Fried, he...

he's a bit special. Is he?

He could be. Provided he knows when to get rid of the dead weight.

What?

You see, every politician who starts on the right

has to move a little to the left to get elected.

And the ones on the left have to move a little to the right.

But not too much.

Doesn't that make them just like all the rest?

The trick is not to seem like they are.

I'm not sure those skinheads at his rally would be too keen.

That's why I like you. You're observant.

Well, to stand out Fried must come down hard on immigrants.

And this attracts the thugs.

Yeah. And then he has to distance himself from them

but keep the ordinary people who like the message.

It's...

It's just that some politicians...

they can't make that transition.

Like Toni.

See? You get it in five minutes.

Toni's been at it for years but can't let go of the thugs.

And I was Arthur, I'd go for the Law & Order vote,

not the boot boys.

You're good at this.

So are you.

-Can I walk you home? -No. No, there's no need.

You know, we're from the same side...

of Europe.

Yeah.

I want you.

And I will have you.

What?

I said I'm from Estonia. And I have a really nice mother.

No, you didn't.

No.

Hi. This is Mikael Rautee's voicemail.

Please leave a message after the beep.

Hi. Hi again. Please call me as soon as you hear this.

Any time you want.

I love you.

Go home.

-I could've fucking killed you. -Sorry.

I thought you were dead.

-Now what? -I can't, you have too...

Please, help me, please I can't.

Tell me something. Tell me something.

He's going to kill me.

-Why didn't you leave? -I wanted to but...

We have to get out of here.

This is Nina.

-Back from the dead. -Who's this?

Mari's a friend. She can help.

-Were you followed? -I don't think so.

What do you mean you don't think so?

Wait... wait, I know where to go.

Maggie?

Mari?

Hello Nina! I'm Maggie. You're safe here.

Why don't you sit down.

And I... I'll get you a nice cup of tea, I've got some on the boil.

Amber pendant. Where did you get this?

-I don't remember. -Can I have it?

-No. -Give it to me. Just give it to me!

Here we are.

Just stay here. Get some sleep.

-Lia! -There's you tea.

Now why don't you lie down. Have a little nap.

Did she tell you anything about who's after her and who the other girl was?

-Nothing much. -Did she?

No, no, no, no, nothing.

Give this to Berg, he can check it out.

She'd be safer with the police.

She didn't go to the police, she came to you.

We work under the radar. No cops.

You'd risk my friend just to keep The Studio a secret?

She's better off this way. And so is The Studio.

Hi. Yeah, what's wrong?

I'm sorry, I... I shouldn't have called.

No, it's fine, fine.

Just keep pressure on it for two minutes. I'll be back.

Thank you.

What happened?

Bunch of lefties jumped me from behind.

-You okay? -Yeah.

Just a few scratches and a broken ego.

How do you know they were lefties?

They... told me to go home.

Go home? That sounds more like Toni's skinhead friends.

You should be careful.

I think they followed me from the bar.

Yeah.

You could...

come to my place.

No thank you. I'm fine.

I'm glad you're okay.

-See you tomorrow. -See you.

Can I help you?

A cream tea with scones And cricketing men

Millions of workers

Great Britons, unknowns

Built our noble land

By brick and by stone

The England we love

The England we cherish

For Queen and Country

Our pride will not perish

Statues of heroes

Stand ready for war

Our ways and values

They fought and died for

Sonnets of Shakespeare

The Brontës' sweet prose

Our love is as pure

As England's white rose

As England's white rose

As England's white rose

Our love is as pure

As England's white rose

Subtitles: Annika Bidner www.plint.com