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-Not everything is a game, Jacob.

-Investment is just gambling for rich people, Mr. Fried.

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

-Mr. Fried, any comment

on the viral video alleging domestic abuse.

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

confirming it to be a lie.

-I'm not changing my mind. -We can take him down.

-In your dreams. He found me.

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

-[Choking] -[Grunts]

-Vanags will never touch you again.

-What are we? -Vanags didn't do this to me.

-British! -All I remember is his voice.

-And proud.

-I hereby declare that Arthur Fried

is the duly elected member of parliament for Beckton West.

-Aarne was very kind, very gentle.

-He tried to kill himself

so that your mother would take pity on him.

-And wherever Aarne's mind went, never came back.

-Of course, the Gerber brothers

had no intention of stopping him.

They just wanted to watch.

They enjoyed it.

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-I have a party to get back to.

What do you want?

-I want you to resign on your first day at work.

-Or what? -Or...

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

[Both grunting]

-Tell me your name.

No, I can't quite hear.

I can't quite hear. What was it?

[Both grunt]

-Tell the Gerbers Mari says hi.

Mari Rautee, that's my name.

-[Gasps]

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-Here, let me help you with that.

-[Gasps]

[Muffled screaming]

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-Sod off, back to where you came from.

-[Crying]

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-I can't believe it. He's a monster.

-Nobody wants to believe in monsters.

But we can convince the police to look hard at Fried.

-Yeah? -Yeah.

-Then how long till it blows back at Lia?

Soon enough they're looking for us.

But then you like going ahead on your own, don't you?

-[Scoffs]

What's your problem? -You are.

Your protege here's been feeding information to the cops

about the faceless woman.

Isn't that right?

Isn't that right? -Is that true?

-I didn't use my own name. I disguised my voice.

-We are a team.

We discuss things.

-Yeah, like you discussed leaking Suzie's video?

-I should have trusted you.

But this impacts all of us.

-Yeah, but there is no us.

-That's the first true thing you've said.

-I'll help you bring down Fried, because I know how.

Then I never want to see any of you again.

-Fine with me.

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-Okay, Yalda, can you please tell us, in your own words,

about the man who hurt you?

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-Sometimes we would get a bad customer.

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Drunk.

Rough.

-[Singing indistinctly]

-Wanting things we didn't want to do.

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But there was only one all the girls talked about.

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The monster.

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None of us ever saw him.

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They said...

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...this man would pay more than a week's wages...

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...for one hour.

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But It would be the worst hour of our lives.

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One day...

one of the girls was taken out of the room by the guards.

-I said take her. -[Speaks indistinctly]

-Her name was Daiga.

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One week later, it was my turn.

[Grunts, breathing shakily]

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[Gasping]

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[Cellphone vibrating]

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[Vibration stops]

-What?

I'm busy.

I'll call you later.

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-Get back inside.

-[Gasps]

Vanags used Nina as a nurse for us.

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She was not a prisoner like us.

She helped Daiga and told her to run.

But Daiga was caught.

They made us watch.

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Nina, too.

[Gunshot, women scream]

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She could've run.

But she came back for us...

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...and they killed her...

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...as a punishment for me trying to run.

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I am a strong woman.

And I thought I would forget this.

But then I heard his voice again, on TV.

-So, I would like to thank you once again, for your trust,

and for giving me the opportunity

to make Britain great. -That's the man.

The monster.

-Mari Rautee? -Yeah.

-What's her connection? -One-night stand.

Seven years ago. It's no big deal.

Have you swept for bugs?

-Leave security to us.

What did she want?

-My balls on a silver platter.

-Or a wedding ring.

-She says hello, by the way.

-This conference is important to us, Mr. Fried.

No disruption.

-Just because he's an MP doesn't mean it's over.

-If we can't stop the Gerbers getting one man elected,

what are we going to do

when they're buying whole governments,

whole countries? -What's that?

-Oh, this is about life and death.

It's Aarne's.

We used to have the same ones when we were kids.

But since the accident, he has been playing the same tapes,

over and over and over again.

And only with this one. -Hm.

-And every time it broke, my dad used to fix it.

But, you know...

-It will be my honor.

-What would I do without you?

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And what am I going to do with you?

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-Suzie, please pick up the phone.

I've come to apologize.

I have more things on Fried now.

Just let me in, and I will tell you.

Okay, I'm on my way up.

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Hey, Suzie!

I would never have rele...

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-That must be the water sample from the mine.

-Follow me.

♪

-So what are we looking for?

-Sodium cyanide.

Used to leach out the gold.

It takes 20 tonnes of ore

to produce enough gold for that ring you're wearing.

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-So the cyanide goes from the rock to the groundwater?

-Yeah, cyanide level in water

would be around 0.2 parts per million.

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-Hm.

Cyanide.

At a level fatal to animals, including humans.

Welcome to the Congo of Europe.

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[Cellphone ringing, vibrating]

-Hey.

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-I did this. Wedid this.

-You can hate me as much as you want

and yourself, if you like to, but now we've got to move.

-She trusted us, and she's dead.

We should cut her down. -We can't.

Because we were never here.

-Jesus, you're something fucking else.

Our broken promises make her kill herself

and all you can think of is your own skin.

-Who said she killed herself?

-[Chuckles]

-I mean, this box...

-Are you sure you didn't touch anything?

-I told you.

-Good.

It's heavy.

There is no way that box made it all the way over there...

if she kicked it from under herself.

I think Suzie had some help.

-Ligature bruises, maybe something light and loose.

Just enough to tie her hands behind her

not leaving much of a mark.

-But who?

-Who made her change her story?

-But she did change it. She wasn't any threat.

-Any other rooms?

Bathroom?

-Are we done? -Yeah.

-Let's go.

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-I have just learned that my first wife, Suzanne...

[Camera shutters clicking]

...has lost her long battle with depression...

and appears to have taken her own life.

She was a beautiful, troubled soul.

And while I had not seen her in many years,

I know she was working hard

with mental health professionals to build a new life.

Anonymous bullies posted a fake interview with her

to smear my campaign.

Instead they harmed her.

She herself declared the video a fabrication

shortly before she took her own life.

These trolls bear full responsibility for her death.

That's all. Thank you.

[Knock on door] -Guv, you need to see this.

First one is a 999 call from Vanags' warehouse.

-Where? Where? I don't -- I just --

-And this one's the anonymous caller about the victims' names.

-She was a real person.

-But if we reverse each of them

through the same distortion algorithm...

-Where? Where? I don't -- I just --

I hate that name.

She was a real person.

-[Panting] I'm already late.

-I'm not surprised.

-What?

-Look, Vanags was a piece of work.

Now, we know you're involved in this somehow,

so why don't you tell me what's going on?

-Can I go?

-If you keep playing games with me,

I'm going to put you away.

-How are you?

Dan Breen. Hospital security.

I just want to make sure Mr. Vanags was leaving today

as planned.

Um, I can't say we're devastated

to see him go or anything.

-Me neither.

But he's -- he's gone.

He just went down with the, uh, Special Branch boys.

-Okay. Thank you.

-Good.

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[Beep]

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-I heard that someone got Vanags.

Did Paddy kill him?

-I don't know.

It could've been anyone.

A rival gang or Paddy or Katya.

But now he's dead, and we still have business to do.

-You say you're on this mission for justice,

but you're just using all of us as your fucking tools.

-As long as we agree on Fried, I don't care what you think.

-Yalda's my witness, I've done my part.

-Witness to a voice behind a mask.

She's illegal, immigrant, and prostitute.

Her word against an MP.

[Scoffs]

We need more.

-You need me as bait.

-Exactly.

[Cellphone rings]

-Nice to get a call from member of parliament.

-Face to face is even better.

Today's impossible, though.

How about tonight?

-Yeah, sure.

-At the office?

-How about a little bit more in private?

I mean, let -- let me find somewhere.

-[Sighs] -What do you say?

-I shall look forward to that very much.

-Yeah, you should.

Bye, Mr. Fried.

[Cellphone beeps]

[Thud] [Sighs]

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-An apartment, maybe?

Easy to control.

-Too personal.

The Globe will do.

Adjoining rooms.

We need to get in quick if...

anything kicks off.

-Well, there's not much of a point if it doesn't, right?

Unless you'd like to swap.

-Let's go.

Berg, you should take the club.

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Okay.

You look great.

He'll melt.

-I need to get away from all of you.

Find a new place.

-Hm. [Cellphone ringing]

Good luck with that.

-Yes?

Well, that is perfect. Send him up.

[Knock on door]

Hi.

I've been thinking about your offer.

But before I say yes, I have a little offer of my own.

-Take off your dress.

-No.

Youdo it.

-What she doing? -I don't know.

-What is she doing?

-You're very fine.

But at the risk of appearing ungrateful,

my current needs are much simpler.

I need to know that you're not wearing a wire.

-You serious?

-We found a spy cam...

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...fixed to the ceiling in Toni's room.

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-Who put it there?

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-You tell me.

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-Bloody David.

-Possibly.

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-Did you know what Toni was doing?

-A good leader knows everything.

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-So why didn't you stop her?

-[Sighs]

-[Sighs]

You're clever.

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[Both chuckle]

You fixed it for her to take the fall.

-Toni was too old school.

The party needed to move on.

-Did we get it? -Yeah.

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-Sadly, my dear.

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Our pleasure must wait.

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-No, no. Shh, stop.

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-That was for the spy cam in Toni's room.

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-I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I wanted to tell you.

But I wanted to work with you more.

-Hey, hey.

It's okay. It's okay.

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I would've done the same thing.

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But I need you to trust me.

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You work for me now.

Do you understand?

Good.

You start tonight.

I have some men you need to impress.

-Your backers? They're coming here?

-No.

We go to them.

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-Where are they going? -Okay.

-Maggie? [Speaks indistinctly]

♪

♪

-We're on our way.

Yeah.

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-Don't lose the signal! -No, we should hurry up.

Camera's almost out of range.

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-Fuck, we're not getting past those guys.

[Indistinct conversation]

[Static]

-Come on. -Rico?

-Okay, just lost audio, video's breaking.

[Static]

Come on.

-You remember my assistant, Lia.

-Oh, here. Got something back on track.

-Hard to forget. Follow me.

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-What's she doing?

-Mr. Fried and this beautiful lady.

You remember Lia. You met her at my fundraising do.

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-Mr. Fried, this lady works for Mari Rautee.

♪

-No.

She was with New Level,

but she's team Fried all the way now.

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-No, she works for Mari Rautee.

♪

-You're mistaken.

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-Oh, no, there she is at the riot.

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Oh, no, there she is reporting back to Mari.

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-Lia?

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Tell them.

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Oh, God.

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Fuck!

What have you done?

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-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. -Control yourself.

Mr. Fried, is she wired?

-Is she-- No, I checked her.

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-Miss Rautee is not an idiot.

Is she?

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-[Gasps]

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-Of course.

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You're so predictable, Mari.

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[Necklace shatters] Casson, take her.

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-Still nothing?

♪

-No.

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-Mari, it's been so long.

Sorry to hear about Mika.

Your mama always held him as an example.

-Let her go.

You can have this instead.

Yalda. A prostitute.

Died from a beating Mr. Fried gave her.

-Bollocks.

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-What?

How?

-Blood clot from the beating.

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But she gave us an interview before she died.

-Make Britain great again.

-That's the man.

-You...

lying...

bastard!

[Crying]

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-Police and protesters outside.

Someone's tipped them off.

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[Crowd chanting indistinctly]

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-And the media. The full circus.

-Alright, Mari.

We can settle our little differences some other time.

Casson, get your people

to get the international guests out the back.

We'll find another venue tomorrow.

-Evacuate the guests. -Mari, if we give you Lia,

uh, you won't use the material on Mr. Fried.

No matter how many copies you have.

Ever.

Agreed? -Agreed.

-How can we trust this bitch?

Anyway, I didn't -- -Shut up, Arthur.

Mari's an old friend.

She enjoys the game as much as we do.

And there are rules to every game.

-Like old times.

-Pity.

It would've been an interesting conference.

-Goodbye, Mari.

Give my regards to Aarne.

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Go to hell.

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I forgot.

You're already in there.

♪

-She's probably got other copies, you know.

She's got what she wants now.

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-You might have slept with her,

but you didn't get to know her very well, did you?

Go with Casson.

He'll take you out the back.

We'll reconvene tomorrow.

New venue.

-The thing about the prostitute --

-Good night, Arthur.

[Indistinct chanting, siren wailing in distance]

-Why are we taking the back stairs?

-Can't help you there, sir.

-You know the meeting's over, don't you?

-Yeah, I know.

-Why did the Gerber brothers trust you?

You could have other copies, too.

-Because we don't want to hurt each other, just destroy.

-I couldn't believe that Fried could do it.

I mean, Yalda -- -Yalda is fine.

She's heading to Sweden with a new identity.

-What?

-Yalda is just fine.

-What is she --

I certainly was -- -Shh! Shh!

Maggie's makeup skills.

Rico hacked the death-cert database,

so she's really dead if the Gerbers check, you know,

and Paddy's getting her out.

And you sold it to the Gerbers by attacking Fried.

-But when did you plan all this?

-What does it matter? -Well, you could've told me.

-Well, there was a lot going on. -Oh, for once in your life,

can you just tell the truth, can you?

-Alright.

Well, I didn't think you'd be able to sell her death

to Fried and Gerbers unless you believed it yourself.

-What's...

what's wrong with you?

You want to steal the world,

like it's a game you want to win, but...

You know, you're not...

[Chuckles]

You are...

You're fucked up. You destroyed --

you're no better than the Gerber brothers.

[Chuckles]

I mean, you, you're just like your sadistic...

monster mother.

-So are you done?

-Yeah.

I'm done.

Never, ever contact me again.

-But you know that you need me.

-There's only one person I need.

-Mari, come on. Let's go!

♪

-God, get me out of this shit hole, will you?

It's bad enough I have to represent it

without having to do the midnight tour, as well.

-Yes, sir, but we just have to stop off here

for a minute first.

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[Sighs] Oh, great.

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[Scoffs, sighs]

♪

Come on.

♪

[Siren wails in distance]

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[Cat meows]

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[Knife slices] [Grunts]

[Gasping]

♪

[Doorknob squeaks]

♪

[Doorknob squeaking]

♪

-Arthur Fried appears to have died instantly.

This knife, the suspected murder weapon,

was found at the scene. -He's getting too close.

-Other evidence found

has led to the arrest of Mr. Mohammed Latif.

[Cellphone ringing, vibrating]

Mr. Mohammed Latif, who is the father of Amjad Latif,

the boy who was injured at the riots

not long ago and subsequently died

from his injuries. -Hello?

-Mari, so sorry we didn't have time to chat.

♪

-Wait a second.

The Gerbers located us.

-We have to shut everything down.

Now. You know the drill.

-Okay, Jacob, what were you saying?

-We thought you'd want to know that, uh,

Fair Rule has joined a new federation.

With Mr. Fried gone, they've chosen a younger leader.

More international.

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-I'm still very sorry what happened to your man, Fried.

With all that money to get him elected.

-Our man? [Scoffs]

Mari, I'm afraid you must've been misinformed.

Uh, you see, Mr. Fried really did believe

some of the things he preached,

but we need people who are a bit more...

flexible.

That whole business about the prostitutes, for instance.

It really isn't very hard

to sound like someone else these days is it?

And how stupid would that man be

to let a punch-bag prostitute survive

if they heard his voice?

Tomorrow we make history, and one bloody thing is certain.

The silent majority will no longer be ignored.

-Thank you, Jacob. I hope to see you soon.

[Cellphone beeps]

-You know what to do.

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