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-I know who you are.

Nina's friend who ran away at her first night.

[Gun cocks]

-[Gasps]

[Gunshot]

Ambulance and police.

Where? I-I just don't --

-No prints, wiped. Three shots, one hit.

Soft tissue damage. -Is he dead yet?

-Why am I getting a phone call from you?

-Don't lose the phone.

-Yalda.

-Bye, sweeties. -We can come back tomorrow.

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-[Screaming]

-Water.

-Suzie Hawkins? -Let's get her story out there.

-I see you, Arthur Fried.

-I'll have to sleep on it. -Now the country can, too.

-I'll be back at nine.

Suzie?

-Aarne was very kind. They knew that.

The Gerber boys set their mission to destroy him

without touching him.

-[Groaning]

-Mr. Latif's son, Amjad, had his life truly cut short

by a single stone thrown in anger.

I offer Mr. Latif and his family my prayers and my friendship.

-Do you swear that you had no idea about the man

paid to throw stones?

-We blame the stone-throwing Muslim.

-It must be spoken. -What are we?

-I swear.

-British and proud.

-David's on the phone.

-Tell him I'm busy.

[Sniffs]

Say hello to Arthur Fried...

MP.

-How did you sleep?

I made some breakfast.

-Thanks. [Coffee pouring]

-Paddy will pick up some stuff from your place,

so tell him what you need. Stay as long as you want to.

-Make a list, yeah. -There's a bag at the door.

You can take that one.

He texted me.

-Victory party.

A fucking cocky bastard.

-Yeah.

Win or lose.

He just offered me a new job.

-Hmm?

-[Crunching]

Toni Gallagher's.

-Oh, really?

-Mm.

-You know, you did well with Fried and Vanags.

You're part of us now.

The Studio.

For real.

-I just need to know if Vanags will go away for a long time.

-Arthur Fried!

[Cheers and applause]

Friends, Romans, Fair Rulers.

I think it was Pitbull The Younger

who first remarked,

"History is just one bloody thing after another."

[Laughter]

Well, tomorrow we make history!

-Yeah! -Yeah!

-And one bloody thing is certain.

The silent majority will no longer be ignored.

By the end of the day, they will have a voice --

my voice!

So, go get the votes out,

and I will see you all at the victory party!

[Cheers and applause]

-[Chanting] Arthur, Arthur, Arthur!

Arthur, Arthur!

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-Welcome, gents.

I hope you like the venue.

-Perfectly adequate.

-How's your wife, Arthur?

The broken arm is trending on Twitter.

-Yeah, it's just...

The opposition's getting desperate.

I'm about to issue a rebuttal on social media,

with a letter from her doctor.

-Oh? Real or fake?

-[Chuckles]

Not everything is a game, Jakob.

-Maybe. But everything is a gamble.

-Investment is...

just gambling for rich people, Mr. Fried.

-Well, I think I'm a pretty safe bet.

Don't you?

I may be a lone voice at first,

but with your investments in the General Election...

I'll be able to field a candidate

in every constituency in the country.

-650 candidates...

say half a million per constituency.

325 million.

-324.5 million exactly.

649 new candidates.

But we bought one already.

Didn't we?

Look, Arthur.

All the kingdoms of the world.

Just for you.

-[Chuckles] If you'll excuse me, gents.

I've got an election to win.

[Traffic passing]

-No, no. That place where we picked up Duffy --

There's something off there.

Six women and a kid taken out of there by border force, why?

-The bastards never clear anything with us first.

-Do you blame them? This place is full of rats.

-Except it wasn't them. I checked.

-Who was it then? Elves?

-I don't know. Stolen uniforms.

Rival gang, maybe.

-The fat guy did say the girls were on the game.

Worth dressing up as cops to steal some good earners

from the competition maybe.

-Fucking Vanags. What a stupid name.

How's he doing? -Still in ICU.

But he did have some sort of meltdown.

Claimed someone poured acid on him.

Guilty conscience, plus morphine.

-But he's still not talking, is he?

We don't know who shot him.

-It wasn't Duffy anyway. He had a broken arm

and was zip-tied to a chair four miles away.

But we do have a woman on the 999 call.

[Beep] -Ambulance and police.

What? Where? Where?

I just don't...

-Oh, by the way, you do know

that it's publication week, inspector?

-It's fine, Sam.

Do you want some tea, inspector? -Coffee. Black. No sugar.

-Sure.

-How are you doing, Lia?

-Fine.

-Do you mind if I...

You have to say yes.

-Yes.

Fine.

What is this?

-Well, I was just in the neighborhood.

I thought I'd come in and say hello.

See if you could help me with Nina's case.

Kazimir Vanags.

Heard of him?

-No. -No.

Well, he's not a very nice man.

He's in intensive care at the moment,

big hole in him.

-Who shot him?

-Who said he was shot?

-The big -- big hole in him.

He was stabbed then? -No, he was shot.

[Phone rings, vibrates]

Sorry, inspector, like my boss said, we d--

we do have a deadline week,

and it's a bye-election coming up, so what --

what do you want?

-Well, whoever shot him did the world a favor, if you ask me.

Guy's a piece of shit.

-Yeah.

-You know, I was a quiet kid at school.

Kept myself to myself.

I always used to beat the shit out of bullies.

Couldn't stand them.

And I never got into trouble for it, you know why?

-No.

-Because I always told them it was self-defense.

If you want my help, I'm here.

Think about it.

[Door opens]

-Where is she?

I'm Lia's fiancé. Where is she?

-If you ever try that again,

I'll break your fucking arm, you hear me?

-Aah! Okay. Okay.

-Now, you're going to walk away from here and never come back.

You got that? You got that?!

-Aah! Got it! -Hey!

You, you go.

Okay?

Huh? Huh?!

-My fiancé?!

-That's what he said.

-And you let him go?

-What did you expect me to do?

Fucking shoot him?

That's your style, not mine.

Anyway, I'm not going back to prison.

I reckoned your Asian mate would've fucked him

into the garden first anyway.

Big fan of yours.

Not as big of your fiancé, obviously.

-He's not my fiancé! He's an evil, sick bastard.

-Speaks highly of you, too. -Hey.

-Anyway, you're welcome.

There's your stuff.

I think he got the message.

I know I did.

-[Speaking Finnish]

-Why would he?

My life doesn't even make sense to me.

Every day a different way to work.

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A different way home.

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Every time you go out...

Is that him in the shadows?

Ready to run.

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In a way, it's a relief when he finds you...

...because for a little time you're free from the waiting.

You don't think he's watching you.

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You know he is.

You move on.

A friend's sofa...

a new phone, new name,

a new part of town.

A new town. A new country.

Until one day...

...a knock at the door. [Knock on door]

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Last time I escaped, it wasn't him I was frightened of anymore.

[Breathing heavily]

It was me.

-[Clears throat]

So stop running.

You're with me now.

With us.

And if Matti comes back, I'll put him in the ground.

Okay?

You told Suzie about Matti, didn't you?

That's why she agreed to the interview.

-She knew before I told her.

-Tomorrow's election day.

I can't turn Suzie around.

But maybe you can.

-I'll try to call her again.

-Okay.

[Birds calling]

[Beeping]

-Are you sure this is the right address?

-Well, we're not in Clapham anymore, Toto.

-Suzie. We were worried.

-I said youcould come.

Not them.

You got my lawyer's letter?

-No video.

-Can we just come in and talk? -No point.

-Then it can't hurt either, can it?

-Nice place. -I'm not changing my mind.

-Must be what? Three grand a month?

-So? -Arthur.

-Arthur who? -Oh, Suzie, come on!

-"Oh, Suzie, come on." What?

Don't pretend like you know me.

You want something, and it doesn't matter

if I get screwed along the way.

Are you going to pay for this place, are ya?

-Take off the glasses.

-I'd like you to leave.

Get a good gander?

Still want to know how much the rent is?

-We can take him down.

Trust us. -In your dreams!

He found me where you hid me.

Didn't even bother to do his own dirty work this time.

[Groaning]

-In return for what?

-In return for shutting up like I've done for free

for the last 20 years, until your lot turned up.

[Gasping]

[Breathing heavily]

Maybe I should've found a way to make him stay.

Maybe I... I should've just took it.

At least by now I'd be -- -By now you'd be dead.

-We can find you somewhere else.

Maybe not like this but...

somewhere safe.

-Safe?

Safe?

He told that if I did not sign, my niece would have an accident.

Look at her!

He told me her home address.

Her school. Her fucking ballet class times.

Leave me alone!

Fight your own bloody crusade.

I'm done.

-Hey, Mari! -Get the fuck out.

Get out!

Go!

Okay?

[Knock on door]

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[Birds calling]

[Coffee pours]

[Siren wails in distance]

[Indistinct conversations]

[Camera shutters clicking]

-Mr. Fried. How are you feeling today?

-Proud to be British. Like most days.

-Any comment on the viral video alleging domestic abuse?

-Just another desperate last-minute attempt

to derail the will of the public.

I believe my ex-wife has already issued a statement,

confirming it to be a lie.

-The video claiming my ex-husband abused me is a fake.

I was duped into thinking it was some kind of performance

to aid a charity against violence to women.

There is no truth to the allegations

and those peddling lies against a good man.

-He's a clever bastard.

He's using our Suzie video

to leverage his new one with her denying it.

-What the fuck! -And every comment section

has been pushed by an army of trolls.

-Oh, you mean just like our one. -We gave her our word.

-You gave your word. Not mine.

-What do you think Fried will do to her now?

-Absolutely nothing.

He got her to deny her own video.

So she has zero credibility at the moment.

For them and us -- worthless.

-For fuck's sake, Mari.

Is there nothing that isn't a power game with you?

-Bringing Fried down or the people behind him isn't a game.

Never was.

-Not one you're winning, anyway!

At least Fried's honest -- all he wants is power

and he'll say what he has to to get it!

-Excuse me, Lia -- -Shut up, Rico!

I'm talking to the organ grinder, not the monkey.

-Okay, I'll just go. -I'm going, too.

-Are you okay with this? -No, I'm not okay.

But I'm less okay with Fried coming to power.

-You too afraid of losing your sponsor?

-Yes, Lia, I am.

-You know, Paddy was right.

You weren't ready. -Ready? Ready for what?

Running into the guns of whoever you decide is enemy of the day?

-Nobody forces you to do anything.

-[Scoffs]

You really believe your own bullshit.

And the rest of them, they just tell you what you want to hear.

-You better go.

I mean it.

-I'll pick up my things in the morning.

[Crowd chanting] Arthur! Arthur! Arthur!

[Chanting continues]

[Indistinct conversations]

[Camera shutter clicks]

Arthur Alexander Fried, Fair Rule party,

17,635.

[Cheers and applause]

I hereby declare that Arthur Fried

is the duly elected member of Parliament for Beckton West.

[Cheering intensifies]

[Chanting] Arthur! Arthur! Arthur!

-I hereby declare that Arthur Fried

is the duly elected member of parliament

for Beckton West.

[Cheers and applause]

-So I'd like to thank you once again for your trust

and for giving me the opportunity

to make Britain great again!

[Cheers and applause]

Friends, we told them, but they didn't listen.

Well, they're listening now.

[Cheers and applause]

-You did it again, you Devil.

-Well done to you. Congratulations, sir.

-You said you didn't know! You said you didn't know!

Did you kill my son? Did you? Tell me!

Did you pay this man to cast the first stone?

You're a liar!

You killed my son! You bastard!

Let me go! You're a liar!

You liar! You're a liar!

Did you kill my son?

You liar, did you kill my son?

Let me go!

Let me go! You're a liar!

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[Indistinct talking]

[Emergency brake ratchets]

-It's all there.

This is the end of this, now. You'll be safe.

[Cheering and laughter]

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-Wow.

-How are you?

-Fine. -Yeah?

-You?

-Well... -Lia!

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-Sorry. Excuse me.

-Finally! -Hi.

-I thought you'd missed the celebrations.

-No. No, of course not.

-Have you considered my offer?

-I have no political experience, Arthur.

-Apart from printing pages for the lefty press.

And for the far right.

-Yeah, but that's not the same as running the country.

-You know, people aren't always what they seem.

-What?

-I'm not blind, Lia.

I know you didn't just wander in here

out of love for the cause.

Especially not from New Level.

But we're past all that, and frankly I don't care.

Sometimes you have to get your hands dirty.

And the trick is to work with someone...

who has your back...

at all times.

No matter what you did...

and no matter what you do.

[Talking continues]

Honesty among thieves.

[Phone ringing]

-Yes.

Okay.

Arthur!

There's someone to see you.

-Sorry. Excuse me.

Okay, my office.

-In his office.

-Excuse me, Lia.

-At least you don't pretend not to remember me.

-Can I freshen that up for you?

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-Oh, no thanks.

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-Are you here for fun?

Sorry, no, that came out wrong.

I mean, are you on holiday or working?

-Brussels isn't much of a holiday town.

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-Let me guess -- NATO?

No, the EU.

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-No.

I'm a businesswoman.

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-Where you from?

-From Finland.

-Ah, fascinating country.

Some very interesting thoughts on education

and protecting culture.

-Yeah.

-May I?

-Sure.

-Aha!

The lonely life of the executive businesswoman.

-And how did you work that out?

Well, if you were with somebody,

they would be right here beside you now instead,

unless of course they were...a fool.

-[Laughs]

-I'm sorry, I'm not very good at this, am I?

-No.

-[Laughs] Ah.

Okay, look.

Have pity on a fellow stranger in a strange town.

Can we start again?

-But no names.

"Stranger" is better.

-How about the name of your favorite drink?

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-Ten minutes.

Bring me something that I like.

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[Breathing heavily]

[Laughs]

-I have a party to get back to. What do you want?

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-I want you to resign...

...on your first day at work.

-[Chuckles]

Or what?

-Or...I go public with what you did to me seven years ago.

-Thank you.

-Well...

...this was my lucky day.

-It certainly was. -It certainly was.

Aah.

So now, why don't you...

tell me your name?

-I will not tell you my name. -Why not?

Just tell me your first name.

-I'm not going to tell you my name.

-Well, I could make you tell me.

-No, you couldn't.

-Hm-mm, I so could.

-[Chuckles] -[Chuckles]

-I could. -I don't think so.

-Okay.

Let me show you.

-I'm gonna show you.

-Okay. -Okay.

I'm going to show you.

-Tell me your name. -I will not tell you my name.

-Tell me. -I won't tell you my name.

-Tell me. -I will not tell you my name.

-Tell me who you are.

-You're hurting me.

-Tell me your name.

-I'm -- Aah!

-Tell me your name.

-Fucking get off. Get out!

-Tell me your fucking name.

-Fucking...

-Ohh! [Groans]

-Get the fuck out of here! You fucker.

-Okay. -Fuck off!

-Okay. I'm going.

[Belt whips] -Aaaah!

-Remind me. Was it my room or yours?

Oh, yes, that's right.

It was yours.

Youinvited me.

-And then I invited you to leave.

-Misunderstanding between two consenting adults

many years ago.

-Is that what you used to call it when you hit Suzie?

-Oh, that was you. [Chuckles]

I thought that was the Tories.

My, you have been busy, haven't you?

Well, maybe you've been too busy,

because you haven't done your homework.

You see, it was Suzie doing most of the hitting.

-Bullshit.

-You're not the only one with tapes, you know.

I've got transcripts from the mental hospital

from twenty years ago.

Oh, didn't she tell you she was "sectioned"?

Yeah.

"Delusional and violent".

Yeah. That's what the doctors said.

-Why do people like you think they'll never get caught?

-No, I give up, why?

-You look for victims, for the weak and powerless,

because you think they'll never have the power to hurt you back.

-The weak and the powerless.

-Mm.

-Who does that remind me of?

-So, why don't you tell me your name now.

Tell me.

What's that?

What's that? No, I can't quite hear.

I can't quite hear.

Aach!

Aah!

Fuck!

-I wasn't watching you in Brussels.

I was watching your bosses.

Your friends from Finland.

Tell the Gerbers Mari says hi.

Mari Rautee, that's my name.

-Achh.

[Groans]

[Breathing heavily]

[Coughing]

-Wish I could've said goodbye.

-They'll be in Sweden by now.

Paddy had a friend take care of it.

-I want to go, too.

Far from Vanags.

-Well, Vanags will never touch you again.

-Vanags didn't do this to me.

-Who then? -I don't know his name.

He wore a mask.

All I remember is his voice.

I heard it again.

Today.

On TV.

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