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Within the last hour an arrest has been made

connected to the riot which led to the death of Amjad Latif.

The arrest of Toni Gallagher.

Nina? Stay There.

Katya called me about little Anya.

Smile.

We have to get her away from them.

Take me too, or we'll all end up like Daiga.

You run away; you die.

So, this is where she lived?

The faceless woman.

Aarne!

Don't you know that he is afraid of the house?

More than anything else.

I just wanted to show the house to him.

To live there.

By the way, why are you here?

To talk about the divorce. I'm selling the house.

Run!

Find and ask the first Mrs. Fried. Suzie Hawkins.

We were only married for six months.

Started the day we came back from the honeymoon.

I always said I fell or banged into a door.

There's a very important conference coming up.

But I'd like for you to be beside me.

The world must be full of killer doors eh?

In the name of the father, the Son and the Holy spirit.

A warm welcome to family and friends

who are here to send him on his final journey.

A church service? For an atheist?

Funerals are for the living.

And Dad's wishes?

You never gave a shit about them when he was alive.

I know he wouldn't have wanted his daughter

causing a scene at his funeral.

A scene? I've not even started yet.

Why was he cremated without an autopsy?

There was no need. It would only cost time and money.

Was it ever about anything other than money with you?

It was...

it just wasn't about you.

Go to hell.

She's been fish-food for three days, Guv.

Face, teeth and fingers gone. Like the other one.

Keep this out of the press.

-For how long, guv? -Until I say so.

Okay.

Time for one stop.

Where?

Home.

You grew up with all of this?

-It's beautiful. -A spider's web is beautiful too.

You're going in?

I don't have a key. Dad was talking about moving in with Aarne, but...

he couldn't get Aarne past the door.

Why?

Memories.

This is the last time I'll be here.

My mother will sell it soon.

We should go. I don't want to miss the flight.

It looks sweet.

Nothing sweet in there.

Everything I know, I've learned in that room.

Home school. Is that why you're so weird?

And your dad was away so I'm guessing the teacher was your mother?

A-plus for guesswork.

Back then As were the only option.

You know, twelve hours a day.

Six days a week.

Three hundred and twenty-eight days per year.

Maths. Languages. Chemistry. You name it.

She was the only teacher?

Teacher, Principal. Prison guard. She's a very capable woman.

Double doctorate. Triple bitch.

So, why didn't your dad stop it?

He didn't know. He was working the whole time.

He thought he was doing us a favour.

So did his partner in mine, Karl Gerber.

His two boys were the other half of the school.

Mari?

Mari!

The only thing she was unable to teach was how to be human.

You know, my brother tried to hang himself when he was a child?

I found him.

Daddy!

Daddy!

No one heard me.

So I held him on my shoulders.

Mari!

Waiting.

Mari, Aarne!

He almost died.

After that he was never the same.

Oxygen starvation.

How long did you hold him for?

Three hours, twelve minutes.

-Hi, Paddy. -They found a second body.

Same state as the first. It's Nina.

Are you sure?

We got the autopsy report from Briggs.

We matched it to DNA from Nina's toothbrush at Maggie's.

Briggs says we've got a couple of days

before the police make it public.

Oh. Okay.

-See you soon. -You're going to tell her, right?

Not now. We need to stay in focus, I'll call you later.

What?

Nothing, just work.

Let's go home.

Yeah.

Thank you to the Imam and to Mr. Latif for agreeing

to this joint call for peace and calm.

I would like to offer Mr. Latif and his family my deepest,

deepest condolences.

Mr. Latif's son Amjad had his life cruelly cut short

by a single stone thrown in anger

and the violence that then ensued.

Now I'm here because I want it to be heard loud and clear.

That there's absolutely no place in our lives,

in our religions or in our politics

for those who resort to violence.

Now because of this,

I have instructed my people to examine and remove

any passages in Fair Rule's manifesto that might be seen as even slightly

inflammatory.

So, we can move forward together in peace.

Again, I offer Mr. Latif and his family,

my prayers and my friendship.

My son was a good boy.

Our religion teaches that all will see justice on the day of judgement.

Amjad will enter the gardens of paradise

where there is no more death,

or sickness or sadness.

I do not wish any parent to feel the sadness of my heart,

of my wife's heart.

I too call for peace.

Do you swear, Wallahi, upon your life

that you had no idea about the man paid to throw stones?

It must be spoken.

I swear.

Unbelievable.

They are really buying it.

Maybe he means it.

He's rewriting the manifesto.

Fried just wants to be elected.

And there's more votes in going mainstream.

Suzie Hawkins.

Call her. Let's get her story out there.

Change the narrative.

I'm asking the questions.

Well, as long as you make me look good.

Our best work. I promise.

Suzie, if you want to reconsider, we could come back.

But I get to say yes or no when I see the final thing, right?

If I don't like it, it's not going out.

-Well... -Yeah, yes.

Of course, you can.

We'll put it out via a charity for abused women called Sunlight.

Sounds like a detergent.

No but it has millions of followers and once the truth is out,

Fried can't touch you.

Alright.

Showtime.

It used to be when he'd had a few drinks, and...

soon he didn't need an excuse, just when he felt like it.

If it isn't too upsetting, can you tell us exactly what he did?

He'd knock me to the floor with the back of his hand and then...

fists, feet.

Maybe a belt sometimes.

Anywhere no one could see the marks.

Clever.

And did he say anything afterwards? Did he try to explain?

No.

You hear about that, don't you? Men crying, and...

promising they won't do it again, and...

No, he just thought it was normal.

Actually, He thought it was my fault.

And for a while so did I.

-Should we take a break? -Were you afraid of him?

Oh, I was.

Terrified.

But then I realised it was never going to stop

unless we split up or he killed me.

Finally, Suzie can you tell us why

you decided to make this video?

Because I don't think that Arthur Fried was fit to be a husband,

never mind a MP.

And I thought of who I was then, which was just...

a frightened little girl, really.

But I'm not that now.

I see you, Arthur Fried. And now the country can too.

Suzie Hawkins, thank you.

And cut.

Thank you.

Now you need to pack a bag.

Why? I'm not going anywhere.

To a hotel, to keep you out of Arthur's way,

and the tabloids.

Yeah, if the press misses a story, they have to pick it apart.

She's right, Suzie. Just for a few days until

we get this out there and it all dies down.

How long? I look after my niece and I'd have to let them know.

Three, four days tops. But you can't tell this to anyone.

Not even them. Promise me.

Mini-bar, room service,

unlimited supply of those little shampoo bottles.

You'll emerge a new woman.

Breakfast in bed?

So, you're ready to sign the release now. Get it out of the way.

Like Suzie said, she'll want to see the finished film.

And that is the deal, right, Mari?

Let's talk about this later.

-Yes, I'd like to see it. -Yeah.

-Did you tell Lia? About Nina? -No.

Nina made her choice when she ran.

We have to finish Fried.

I can't believe Lia stopped Suzie from signing it.

I don't have time for this kind of games.

You need time. To mourn your dad.

-Cheers. -Cheers.

Why did Mikael go back to the mine?

He never had the time to tell me.

Just said he had some water sample to test.

I don't suppose your mother might know.

She has had nothing to do with him for years.

Now she froze all his bank accounts because he died without a will.

Well.

Guess we'll have to pay for our own tea for a while then.

I guess so.

Hey.

-Cheers. -Cheers.

Yes indeed!

What a Guy!

Please, do you speak English?

-You speak English? -Of course I do.

Leave me alone.

I followed you from the house.

Go away!

I know Vanags is keeping you locked up.

Nina told me everything.

Yes? And where is Nina now?

She's safe. Out of the country. With a little girl.

I'm sorry. The girl is back with us now.

Nina...

What? Where... where is she?

They brought the girl back. Not Nina.

What's your name?

Yalda.

I have friends who can help you get away from Vanags.

-All of you. -Like you helped Nina? Leave us be.

Devastated about what happened to little Amjad.

We want peace, we want the community to, you know,

pull together and try to find out exactly what happened here,

but to suggest that our party is in any way...

You need to take a break.

...Neo-Nazi...

Yeah.

His poll lead is increasing.

Bullshit is the new black.

I'm sorry love. Home soon.

-She should've been buried by now. -It's not that simple, right?

This is a multiple murder inquiry.

So, there's a second victim. A woman?

I thought you were supposed to be helping us.

The faceless woman is Daiga Mednis.

Murdered by a man called Vanags.

Now is there a second woman?

Yes.

Now how do you know that? Did you see him do it?

Look, stop fucking around and come in before someone else dies.

The second woman? What's her name?

No trace.

Still using the blocker.

Because I don't think Arthur Fried was fit to be a husband,

never mind an MP.

And I thought of who I was then, which was...

just a frightened little girl, really.

But I'm not that now.

I see you Arthur Fried.

Powerful, Powerful.

Let's get it about there. You have all the clearances, yes?

Could you turn that up?

Whoever did this went to great lengths to cover their tracks,

but the public response has been exceptional

and with their help we've been able to put together this

this facial reconstruction of the second victim.

And now let's hear it from Barbara about the tragic car accident

on the M5 earlier today, where a young mother...

Yalda!

Clean her up.

The monster?

-I see you Arthur Fried. -See?

-You were great. -And now the country can too.

I'll have to sleep on it.

Why? What's wrong? We can change the edit.

No. it's not the edit. It's...

My life's going to change.

-You knew that. -Look, it's my life.

It's not your life, is it?

I'll be back at nine.

We gave Vanags all our money to get here.

He kept our passports and our phones.

If we try to leave, we will end up like Daiga and Nina.

Okay.

When we're ready, I'll send a text.

Have everyone ready to run.

Don't lose the phone.

Yeah, Duffy?

Okay.

Yes, I got away, but they saw me talking to Yalda.

What were you thinking? What the fuck were you thinking?

I had to do something.

You shouldn't have gone in on your own!

Okay I shouldn't, but I kept my side of the deal and Nina is dead.

Like you said. Your crusade's done.

Freeing the rest is all I have left.

You do what you want. Or what you're paid to.

How many women in the house?

-Six. -Plus a girl about twelve.

When?

Tonight.

They know about Lia. So, we move before they move them.

-Tonight? -Yeah.

What If this goes pear-shaped and we get nicked?

The Studio's finished, Fried wins, and for what?

For six women and a girl who don't have anyone else.

And we don't get a say in it?

We're just expected to follow, is that it?

I thought this was a team.

You're all free to do whatever you want.

But I'm going, who wants to join?

-My date got cancelled so... -Wouldn't miss it for the world.

-What time? -5 am.

Okay.

So, Duffy and Vanags leave the house at about 3 am.

After that nothing happens till about three in the afternoon,

when a goon and girl go to the corner shop.

Only one guard?

They don't expect them to run. They don't have anything, no passports,

phones, money. Nothing.

These lads are proper scumbags. So, no heroics, alright?

Let's move out.

Lia, why I'm I getting a call from you?

Yalda.

Hi, no but I'm a friend of her.

Okay, thank you. Thank you, bye.

Yalda's in intensive care. She may not make it.

You gave her our phone?

Didn't you hear me? They beaten her half to death.

-You gave her a studio phone? -How else could she contact me?

-We need to get it back. -It's a fucking phone!

Shut up!

The police will interrogate her.

If they find the phone and they tie it back to us, the Studio's finished.

Okay, let's go.

Immigration control, stop right there!

Get down! If you don't do it...

Get fucking down, now!

Pack your things, get ready. Get out!

Move!

Go outside! Go outside!

Get down on the ground! Put your hands behind your back!

Put your hands behind your back, do you hear me?

-Stop whining. -You fucking prick!

Fuck you, you pig.

Okay, you come with me.

You should take him, make him confess.

Leave him.

The police will be getting an anonymous phone call.

-What? -We don't have the equipment.

The street is waking up. We need to go.

Do it.

Lia!

Maggie's taking the women to her place.

We'll get them out of the country.

Yalda's out of theatre. They don't know if she'll make it.

Take Lia to the hospital.

She needs to be there and don't come back without the fucking phone.

Subtitles: Lily Ray www.plint.com