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[Vehicles passing, horn honks]

[Door rattles, closes]

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-And I got the pictures. -Thanks.

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[Crowd cheering, whistling]

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-The country has made its position very clear.

We all stood up together...

and said, "Time for a fresh start."

Has it happened? Have we gone far enough?

Fair Rule doesn't think so. I don't.

But most importantly, the British people don't think so.

[Crowd cheering]

That's why my party, Fair Rule,

has asked me to stand in Beckton.

And I accept that challenge.

[Cheers and applause]

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[Music playing, horns honking in distance]

[Keys clicking]

[Door opens, closes in distance]

[Knock on door]

-Who is it?

-Just Vong.

-Lia-shi. -Hi, Vong.

I'm -- I'm so sorry.

I'm getting paid for some extra work today.

You'll have it by Friday. Okay?

-If this was my building... -I see. I see.

Vong, I'm sorry. I'd better get going.

-I will tell the landlord I missed you again.

-Thank you.

[Vehicles passing]

[Indistinct conversations]

[Crowd cheering]

-Now, in that hall behind you,

three of the Kent Park bombers prayed.

No one there thought to give them up.

-before they massacred... -Wa-alaykum as-salaam.

-So our message is plain.

You live in our country. You obey our laws.

You pay your way, and you speak our language.

Anglo-Saxon, if you please! [Crowd cheering]

Now, on that very issue, please welcome

Fair Rule's own Toni Gallagher.

[Cheers and applause]

-Thank you, Arthur. [Indistinct shouting]

At last we have a candidate who speaks for us --

all the way to Downing Street! [Cheers and applause]

-You have a lot of momentum with your movement.

Do you actually think...

-Enough of our taxes paid for immigrants

to use our health service while our parents died in hospital.

-You missed Arthur's speech.

-Not my thing. -Yeah/

So, what is?

-Paying the rent. -Fair enough.

[Siren wailing] Your ad said fast and cheap.

If the work's up to scratch, I'll give you more.

Can you turn them around overnight?

-Provided you can pay overnight, yeah.

And, uh, please don't call me at work.

-Relax. Your secret's safe with me.

[Siren wailing]

-Sorry. -Give me your phone.

-What? -Give me your fucking phone!

-Hey! Give it -- Give it back!

-Hey! -...can't speak English,

taking jobs and driving down wages.

[Siren wailing, shouting continues]

-[Grunts] -Look!

Those people's response to a legal demonstration --

throwing stones and violence!

[Shouting continues]

-Amjad! Amjad!

My son!

Amjad! -Baba!

-Amjad!

Amjad!

Amjad!

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Amjad!

[Shouting continues]

My son! My son!

[Shouting continues]

-Chaos at Fair Rule's rally earlier today,

which led to a young Muslim boy getting seriously...

-It's like a war zone out there, huh?

-Yeah. Some bitch just stole my phone.

-What? You okay?

-Yeah, I'm okay. She just -- She just took it.

The strangest thing. I think she swore at me in Finnish.

-Really? -Vittu!

-What does that mean? -"Cunt."

[Telephones ringing]

-What's wrong? -Snowflake.

-Nick, she's here to learn.

-I'm running a mag here, not a creche.

[Indistinct talking on television]

-The police are looking at cordoning off the road

for the rest of the afternoon.

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-Hey. Did you get it?

-Yeah. Here. -Thanks.

-Hi. -Hi.

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-I'll tell you what.

The look and behavior of the thugs at the rally,

they're a lot less Fair Rule and a lot more AXE.

That's who we're dealing with.

-Split from the BNP. Their leader's in Hansway nick.

Two counts of incitement to racial violence.

-Maggie?

-Fried made himself scarce before the fight.

Left his number two, Toni Gallagher, holding the bag.

-This guy comes from nowhere, throws a brick, vanishes,

and it all kicks off.

-I will put it in our facial- recognition software to check.

-Otherwise I'll try the boys at the Met.

-Six weeks, everybody. Let's go.

[Indistinct conversations, telephone ringing]

-Nina.

-Lia.

-Where have you been?

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I see you...still have the pendant.

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-Sorry.

A card for you.

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-What's the matter?

-I'm sorry, but... I do need money.

-What for?

-I can't stay in London.

-I'm already late with my rent. I...

Hey.

Why? Talk to me.

-It's better not to know.

Happy birthday.

-B-- Nina, hey.

I...

I may get you some on -- on Friday. I...

Friday?

-Happy birthday? -What?

-Ah. It's your birthday. -No.

-Yeah? When is it? -Tomorrow.

-Ah, tomorrow. Okay.

-What age are you? -What? Take a guess.

-57. Yeah?

I'll organize some drinks for you tonight, yeah?

-No, Sam. No. No. -Some drinks for you tonight.

-Really, no.

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-Lia -- Lia, this is my new friend, Rico.

-Oh, hi. -Nice to meet you.

-Hi. Nice -- -Happy birthday.

-Thank you. -You're welcome.

-He's pretty fit, isn't he? -Congratulations.

-Oi! Miss Finland!

Birthday snog. -Hi, Nick.

Oh! -[Smooches]

-Happy birthday!

[Indistinct conversations]

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-Stop it! -Whoa!

What's herproblem?

-Remember how you felt when you got your first piece published?

-Oh, sure.

My editor ripped it up and called me a talentless twat.

And guess what. I survived.

-Yeah. Well, times change, Nick.

-How about you give me some sensitivity training

over dinner?

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[Indistinct conversations]

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-I'm from Porvoo. -Mm.

-But then my family moved to Gothenburg.

-Can -- Can I have one? Hey.

-Sorry, love. -Yeah?

-In Sweden, so -- Yeah. -I see.

Can you put it on me?

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-I'm Lia.

But I guess you know that already,

since you came here, to my party.

-I called the last number on your phone.

Sam.

-Fucking Sam. Sam's a blabbermouth.

-I'm sorry for the phone.

I, uh, didn't have time to explain.

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-Thanks.

-I should go.

Enjoy your party.

-Hey. You can, uh, join us.

Hmm?

Come. You can meet the blabbermouth.

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[Indistinct conversations]

-Does anyone want to have more drinks?

-Yeah. I want another prosecco. -I'm fine.

-Okay, Mr. Prosecco, would you like to give me a hand?

-Yes. Sure.

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-What are you doing?

Two bottles of prosecco, please.

-What? He's cute. He's funny.

-Yeah, he is cute and he's funny, but you're working.

-Oh. Yes, boss. -Okay?

-Yes. For sure. Come on.

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-Thank you, Nick. -Hey. My pleasure.

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-Hey. Okay.

Let's play a game called, uh, secrets and lies.

-Okay.

-So, I guess something about you.

And you tell all of us if it's true or not.

And then we drink.

-Okay. -Okay.

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I start.

From...From you.

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You were 14 when you told your parents that you were gay.

And they were really happy about it,

because they knew that you were gay way before you did.

Is it true?

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-Wow.

Fucking wow.

[Laughter]

-Then it's true?

-I guess it istrue.

I guess I have to drink.

-[Laughs]

-We allhave to drink.

-It's a good trick. Does it work on yourself?

-Okay. Me next.

No, not her. She's sensitive.

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-Okay.

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You were sexually abused by your father when you were a child.

True?

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-It's total bollocks.

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I'm done here.

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-Nick!

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-Your party trick is a big hit, Mari.

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-Okay, guys. Good night. -Good night.

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-I've got to go also.

-Thank you, Mari.

-Thank you, Mari.

-It was nice meeting you. -And nice meeting you.

-Good night, Mari.

Mari the magician.

-[Laughs]

-[Laughs]

-So you work for a magazine?

-Yeah. Yeah, a magazine.

New Level.

I'm a deputy ed-- editor.

-Oh? -Yeah.

-And is it, like, a, like, a political thing?

-Yeah, political.

-And how about a tour of the office?

-[Inhales sharply] Yeah.

Yeah.

Maybe, uh...maybe next week.

[Sniffs]

-I was thinking more like now.

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-Now? -[Laughing] Yeah.

[Both laugh]

-Nick, I'm sorry.

I-I swear I never told her any of that.

I... [Siren wailing in distance]

See you at work, okay?

-This is gonna be the death of me.

-[Laughs] -It's gonna be -- Shh.

Shh, Shh.

-It's big. -Yeah. It's big.

-Yeah.

Do you like it? -Yeah.

Yeah.

[Voice echoing] Yeah, it isbig.

This is the, um...

It's the design section.

Uh, Lia, she works just over there.

Um, I'm over here.

I'm gonna get my own office. It's just -- It's a bit...

-And who is working there?

-Oh, that's Nick the prick.

-Mm. -Yeah.

-And where do you want to have sex?

-Anywhere.

-I'm really sorry. I, um...

I drank so much, I'm gonna I have to go to the --

-Yeah. Just go. -Yeah?

-Yeah. -You sure?

-Yeah. -Yeah?

Okay.

[Drawer closes, computer beeps]

We really shouldn't be in here.

-Do you always do what you're supposed to?

-No.

[Vehicles passing in distance]

-Phone.

Money.

[Grunting]

[Siren wailing in distance]

-What the fuck?

-[Groaning]

-I mean...thanks.

-No problem.

I owe you one.

I didn't mean to get you into trouble.

-He'll get over it.

How did you... How did you know about Nick?

I m-- How did you do it?

-Kind of just a bad habit.

[Speaking Finnish]

[Horn honks, echoes]

Hey.

Some people read books. I read people.

-Well, you were right about his dad.

But he told me that in confidence, and now...

-Forget about him. He's a prick.

-Yeah, even if he is...

...I need this job.

-Yeah.

Some people need to be protected,

even if they don't think they need it.

[Siren wailing in distance]

-I protect myself by staying out of sight.

-From whom?

-You tell me.

-I read people, not minds.

But I do read yours.

And I can tell that you are about to finish my schnapps

by yourself.

[Cellphone chimes]

[Vehicles passing in distance]

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-Please. -Sit.

-[Breathing heavily]

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Soon.

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-[Grunts] -Take her.

Get her ready downstairs.

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-[Whimpers] -Don't worry.

I'll be back soon. -I said take her!

-Yalda, please. Yalda.

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-Sweetie, come.

Sit.

How about I do your nails? Hmm?

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[Engine shuts off]

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-We have been working together for a while, Nina.

We are friends?

Because you're not like the other girls.

You can live where you want, see who you want.

As long as you keep your side of the bargain.

And, Nina...

sometimes my friends need to see what happens to them

if they're notmy friends.

Come.

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[Vehicles passing]

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[Shouting in distance]

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[Indistinct talking on radio]

-Behind the line, please.

[Indistinct conversations]

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Hey. I said stay behind the line.

What's wrong with you?

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-Today a young woman was found close to the docks.

According to the police,

her face was totally destroyed by acid.

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[Horn honks in distance]

[Dogs barking, siren wailing in distance]

[Cellphone ringing]

[Cellphone beeps]

-Hi. -Hi. It's the phone thief.

-Hi.

-Where are you?

-Um, Beckton high street, by the canal.

Why?

-Fancy some company?

I'm not far away.

-The news said they burned her face with acid.

Took her teeth.

The police can't even identify her.

-So you don't know if it was your friend Nina or not.

[Siren wailing in distance]

-This is where she said to meet.

-But you can't be sure, can you?

-What if it's not her and, I mean...

...she's in some kind of fucking trouble?

-I have some friends who might be able to help.

-What sort of friends?

-You can meet them now if you like.

[Indistinct conversations]

-I have to deliver some flyers.

[Laughter, applause] -I'll say this.

We...had a peaceful rally.

And the mob came from the mosque.

[Audience murmuring] One of them threw a stone.

And it hit and seriously hurt a little boy.

-Hey. -Obviously, the media...

-You finished already? -...want someone to blame.

-I'll put the payment through tonight.

-It's quite simple. -Thanks.

-We blame... the stone-throwing Muslim.

[Laughter, applause]

We don't do stoning in this country.

-Arthur must be growing on you.

-We have laws. We have trials. -Enjoy the show.

-And we have freedom of speech.

And long may that continue.

[Cheers and applause]

[Crowd chanting, cheering]

-Enjoy your wages.

-Were you following me?

-Why? Something to hide?

Wait. Fried's not what you think.

-Yeah. What's it to you? -It's my job.

-What job?

Well, Ihave a job.

Graphics.

And I don't give a shit about politics.

I don't care.

New Level, Fried -- whoever pays the rent.

-Well, I can help you with that.

Come and see me tomorrow. I'll explain everything.

Where do you live?

-You followed me here. You had my phone.

You know it already, don't you?

[Cheers and applause]

British...and proud.

What are we?

-British and proud! -British and proud!

-British and proud! -British and proud!

[Indistinct conversations]

[Vehicles passing]

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-What -- -Trust me.

-You're kidding.

[Siren wailing in distance]

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Yeah. I-I don't see.

[Horn honks]

[Exhales sharply]

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[Engine shuts off]

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[Jackhammer rattling, horns honking in distance]

-I need you to meet some people.

Lia, meet Paddy. He handles investigations.

This is Maggie. -Hi.

I'm whoever you want me to be.

-And here is Berg.

Props, logistics.

And Rico you already know.

He handles our tech.

-Hi, Lia. How is Sam?

-So...

this little boy -- Amjad.

Injured at Fried's rally.

His father, Mohammed Latif --

no connection to politics or extremism whatsoever.

-Amjad is on life support. Might not make it.

-Toni Gallagher ran Fair Rule from her bedroom

when its fans were all skinheads.

Then along came Fried.

-Yeah, and Fried classed them up.

Gave Toni a seat at the grown-ups' table.

-But Gallagher used to run with this lot, AXE.

-Yeah. You meet all sorts in this job.

AXE. Allies Across England.

Nasty bunch.

-Gallagher organized the rally.

She chose the venue --

right opposite a Muslim community center.

This guy came from nowhere, threw a brick, and vanished.

-The AXE lot, they were ready -- like it was a signal.

They did most of the damage.

-So what... w-what are you saying?

This woman set up an attack at her own rally?

-Or Fried did.

-Unprovoked attack by immigrants on peaceful British rally.

Fried's 10 points up in the polls.

-And that's who you're working for.

-Who the hell areyou? -I've told you.

-No, not you. This!

-Well, we call this The Studio.

-We, uh, fix things.

-Yes.

-We give people a voice who feel ignored.

-Accelerate equality or help find a murderer.

Can we have a minute?

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

-Does it matter?

-Yeah.

-That's a gold mine.

My father owned it.

-Daddy owned a gold mine?

And you give mea hard time for paying my rent

making flyers for Fried.

-Work for whoever you want.

I'd prefer it if you worked for me.

-The Studio needs graphics?

-A designer inside Fried's campaign.

-[Exhales sharply]

-Just report what you hear.

No more worries about the rent.

And I will help you to find Nina.

No problem.

-Except for -- for meeting those thugs in a dark alley

or, you know, like, going to prison.

-The only one for prison is Fried.

-Sorry. This is not for me.

Listen. I really need to get to work.

-Wait.

Think about it.

[Paper ripping]

There's the address.

If you change your mind. I'll be there at 8:00.

-I'll drive you home.

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-"Love from Lia."

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Yeah, mate. Do me a favor.

Will you run the name Lia for me locally?

Lima, India, Alfa. It's a first name.

I'm looking for a blonde in her 30s.

Let me know.

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-Have you seen her? -No, never.

-Nina. -No.

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-It's okay. -Yeah.

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[Train passing]

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[Vehicles passing, horns honking]

[Indistinct conversations]

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-Hey.

-Jump in.

[Indistinct conversations, voices echoing]

-I don't walk around carrying bathing suits.

-I guessed your size.

-What? -Yeah.

It's up there.

[Water splashes]

-How did you meet Nina?

-She found me in the middle of nowhere.

I had just arrived to London. No money, no nothing.

-She helped you?

-A job.

-What kind of job?

Selling sex.

-I wasn't cut out for it

any more than I'd be cut out to be a spy.

-[Laughs] You don't need to be a spy.

[Laughs]

Just sitting in the office for two weeks.

Listening.

-Just listening?

-Just...listening.

-Okay.

By the way...Nick's leaving.

So he will not be a problem anymore.

-What?

[Train passing, machinery beeping]

[Indistinct shouting]

[Indistinct conversations, telephones ringing]

-Come in. Come in. Come in.

-What? -Have you seen it?

[Sniffs]

-[Breathing heavily]

-It's Kacey.

No wonder she did a runner.

The publisher's just told Nick to go clear his desk.

You were right about him.

He isa prick.

It's not my cup of tea, though. -Turn it off.

-Where you going? -I need to go.

-Where are you going? Huh?

What are you telling me for? Huh?

There's no boss until further notice, yeah?

[Indistinct conversations]

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-You know what you've done? You've destroyed him.

-How did you find us? -This -- This is his life.

It's -- It's his job. It's -- It's everything.

-So you think it's okay that he screws the interns?

-No!

But who died and made you God?

-The tape's just tip of the iceberg.

There's a lot more. Harassment, bullying.

-I...I-I won't be needing this.

-No. Keep it -- as a reminder of the real world.

You know, we fight for anyone without a voice.

Not just for friends.

[Door closes]

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[Latch clicks]

-Lia-shi.

I just came to say thank you for the rent.

Gamsahabnida. And also...

♪ Saeng il chu ka ham ni da♪

♪ Saeng il chu ka...♪

[Both laugh]

Vong, it was days ago.

-Holiday?

-Vong, it's lovely.

Thank you.

-Okay. I go. [Clears throat]

-Vong?

If you notice anyone hanging around here...

-Anyone?

Or someone?

-There's someone I don't want to see.

-Mm. Mm. Okay.

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[Vehicles passing, siren wailing in distance]

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[Horn honks]

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-[Gasping]

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[Click, mid-tempo music plays]

[Whimpering]

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[Cellphone beeps]

[Indistinct conversations]

-Mum, I really hope he gets well.

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