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Sure, those pictures of you

in Bora Bora with hubby
and the gang look great.

Those plastic smiles
you so cleverly coaxed out

with bribes
of ice cream and adventure,

but they lead up to that
picture-perfect moment...

long flights
and sleepless nights

snoozing upright with
a flat complimentary pillow.

Isn't it time to book
your first
teleportation holiday

with Jiffy Ride,
the first global company

to get you from here to there
in a matter of seconds.

After a day of skiing

the majestic slopes
of the Swiss Alps,

why not relax on
the beautiful beaches of Maui,

Mai Tai in hand?

Choose up to ten stops
for just £3,900,

- or single-destination
holiday--

The other day,
it was a slew of illegals.

Now, you take the case of

unlicensed motorist
Victor Suarez.

Just got convicted
of manslaughter after

not his first, but
his second traffic violation.

Now, "unlicensed"
in this case, means,

of course,
you guessed it, illegal.

So when police pulled over
this freeloader

for running a red light
back in October,

that could've been
the moment when

Mr. Suarez was sent back home
where he belonged.

And if our judicial system
had been functioning properly,

that's exactly
what would've happened.

But instead, folks,

a little girl is dead.

Now, that's-- that's
what a liberal policy

of tolerance
and second chances gets you.

Oh, sure sounds nice
to help everyone,

but when the cost is the
collapse of our social services

and the lives of our children,
and...

well, it begs the question,

does your government even care

about your God-given rights
as a citizen?

Well, here with me today
to debate the topic

is Professor Adebiyi Jelani.

Now, I know
what you're thinking, folks.

Not everyone with a funny name
is an illegal.

Adebiyi is a first-generation
immigrant from Kenya

whose parents went about it
the right way, the legal route.

Is that so much to ask?

Adebiyi, your thoughts.

First off,
thank you for having me.

But I'd like to get straight
to the heart of the matter

-concerning Mr. Suarez's...
-Fucking coyote.

The government
failed to provide--

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Wait, wait, wait.

Let me get this straight.

...with a reasonable path to--

You think
this is the government's fault?

I think it's
a much more complex situation

than we really know.

Get down.

Stay back.

You don't belong here.
This ain't your country.

English. English!

Learn the fucking language
if you're gonna jump the border.

How many more of these
are there out there?

Get down! Down!

Back!

Stay back!

Listen. You--

Incoming call from Janet.

Incoming call.

Hello.

Forgot to mention
we're in the States,

probably won't be back
for a while.

-Very nice. Uh, nice to be home?
-And can you please remember

to take the food
out of the fridge this time?

I don't want it
stinking up the condo.

- Very good.
- Doesn't it look like

she just rolled
out of bed again?

Stop! You're so bad.

And no need to come next week.

We'll let you know
when it's time to restart.

Hopefully the bombings
will end soon.

The chancellor's campaign
is doing wonders for tourism.

-Very good.
-And don't do anything stupid.

Very good.

Oh, my God, babe.
What's the big deal?

She can't understand
half the shit we're--

The UK government
are still scrambling to install

a series of
teleport-proof barriers

in various government locations

which pose
the highest security risk.

This just days after
the previous barriers failed

during a historic breach
in the House of Commons

where five refugees
were teleported in

during a joint session.

The recent achievements
in teleportation technology,

while historic
and revolutionary,

have left both Britain

and legitimate refugees
exposed and vulnerable.

We sat down
with the Home Secretary,

Richard Baqri,
to discuss the issues.

You know, heritage is
something that never
leaves you.

If my father
hadn't emigrated to the UK,

legally, 47 years ago,

then I could easily be
the one trying to do so now.

I-- I think that's
what qualifies me

-to be the perfect empath.
-"Perfect em-- empath."

What is happening
to these refugees

is truly abominable.

You hear stories of refugees
paying for passage to the UK

or to the United States
and instead being sent

-just offshore of the...
-"Offshore."

...you know,
drowning in the ocean.

You know, human trafficking.

-Terrorism.
-"Terrorism."

Long-term side effects
when jumpers are left in limbo.

What I'm proposing
to do with my new plan...

Hey, hon. When are you
coming home tonight?

I have a surprise for us.

Ah. Who are you?

Lev is my father.

Lev sent you?

Why didn't he come himself?

He knows I don't like it
when things don't go to plan.

He said that I--

That you could...

Tell Lev I don't
fuck little boys.

I can't afford to lose
what I paid for the room.

Take seat.

Where is your father?

Next door?

He-- he wants proof.

If you don't go through with
this, what will he do to you?

What-- what happens to everyone
born perverted like me?

Do you have someone special
in your life?

Are you in love with him?

Yes.

I am.

Your father
will be able to hear.

He knows I put on a show.

If he hears nothing,

that won't be good
for you or for I.

I don't think
I can go through with this.

That's not what I'm saying.

We don't have to do anything.

Maybe make a bit of noise.

Can you do that?

Fuck off!

Hello?

Daddy.

Where did you get this?

You need to
practice your English.

Why?

I got it from work.

It's good.

Hmm?

Is it your father?

Volkov.

He got murdered
by the police today.

I saw.

She always speaks
to her husband in English

- thinking I don't understand.
- Mmm.

Fancy.

Pretend we are rich.

What happens

if we get enough
for one of us to jump?

Then we wait.

-You're not gonna leave me?
-No.

Maybe I find myself
a nice English girl.

If you're not paying the jumper,
someone else is.

Anya!

I've come to
speak to my daughter.

I know she's in there.

Go away.
There's no one else here.

I just want to talk.

Look, I brought her this.

Her mother made it.
It's her favorite.

She doesn't want to talk to you.

I've come to apologize.

Please. Take it.

It's for the both of you.

I don't need to approve
of my daughter's choices

in order to love her.

We have our own food.

- Ekaterina!
- Whoa, whoa!

-Stay back. Nothing to fear.
-Wait. Wait.

I will take her home.

Both are coming with me.

This is not what we agreed.

Step aside.
Do not interfere.

-Get down on your knees!
-You cannot take my daughter!

Hands on your head.
Hands on your head!

Cooperate. Do not resist.
Did you get it?

Hands on your head!

Leave-- leave her alone.

- Do not get involved.
- Leave her alone! I'll go!

Get your hands
on your head! Hey!

No, no, no. Hey, hey!

Unauthorized entrant.

Please identify yourself
at the nearest control unit.

Failure to register
will trigger a police alarm

in three minutes.

Okay. Okay.

Hold this.

-Ow.
-Shh.

Shh!

I know. Good, good, good.

Okay.

Shh!

It's okay now. It's okay.

Unauthorized entrant.

Please identify yourself
at the nearest control unit.

Failure to register
will trigger a police alarm

in two minutes.

...for those facing
religious persecution--

Isn't it true that
the teleportation facility

at our embassy is being used
less than 20 times per day?

Meanwhile,
someone in the Home Office

is casually
flipping through the--

I-- I have to
come to the defense

of our wonderful workers
at the Home Office.

Oh, fucking hell.

- ...if they make the decision...
- -Change channel.

...to let the wrong
person into our country,

- well, that could mean life...
- Change channel.

...or death to a number of--

Change channel.

...wishes to teleport
into our country can do so.

And thanks to
the Secretary of Defense,

we are reducing crime zones
while still patrolling--

Richard, why don't
you just come out and say it?

Change channel.

Change the fucking
channel, you fucking arsehole!

...delaying the
asylum stages for refugees is--

Shut up, you fuck!

Fuck, it's cold in here!

The fuck did I come here for?

These babies.

Let's have a look at you.

Yes.

Oh, there you are,
you lovely beauties.

All right, why don't we?

Let's turn you guys on.

Like you turn me on.

All right. There she is.

Hello, darling. You all right?

Not you yet.
You stay there, all right?

How are you, Pipes?

Don't get jealous, now.

Come on,
I love you all the same.

Well, apart from you.
You are my favorite. Shh.

You're gonna make me
loads of money, you are.

Yeah. Let's get you in there.

All right. Let's get you
activated, shall we?

Fuck.

Who the fuck is that?

Oh, fuck. Come on.

Come on--

Hey, what do you want?

Hey! It's the middle
of the bloody night.

English, English!

What is up with you people?

We need to leave.

I operate
by appointment only.

You can't just bang on my door
and expect a flipping miracle!

We have money!

Wait there.

What's wrong with her?

-She looks pale.
-I'm fine.

We just need to leave.

All right, let's move then.
Time is money.

This ain't even half.

Come on.

There better be something good
in here, I'll tell you.

What the--
what do you think this is?

-A flipping pawn shop?
-Please.

Do you think jumping
your arse to the promised land

-is 100% profit on my end?
-Please!

Quit with the fuckin' please,
all right?

-They will kill us.
-That's not my problem, darling.

If I make it my problem--

But what happens when you girls
get to the other side?

You want jump to England, right?

But what happens
when you get there?

-You got family?
-No.

No. Well, for two jumps
to the UK at this price,

I'm operating at a loss.

It means not only
am I not making any money,

but I'm spending money.

So the way I see it,
you got two options.

They will kill us. Please.

You got two fucking options!

Look, do you even understand
how this technology works?

It's all about distance, right?

Look, if I jump you
from one side of the room

to the other, that's cheap.

Now, I just walk over here,

all right?

Put this down,
and bam, you're there.

Cheap as chips.

Of course,
receivers are single use.

So I'm out about 100 quid.

But if I gotta jump your arse
halfway around the world,

well, that takes a million bits
of admin to make it happen.

We gotta smuggle receivers
across multiple borders

or find some geezer
with the technical know-how

to replicate
one of these bad boys

in the country
that you wanna go.

You follow?

Bottom line is, it's expensive.

It's a fucking ball ache
and I don't do it for free.

Oh, don't pull that shits
on me, all right?

Go on, shoot me.
Shoot me, go on!

See how far that gets you.

Um, why do some
flash red and some green?

Green ones are ready to jump,
all right?

But there's no way
you're smuggling a live one

across the border.

Red means they're locked,

and unless you've got the code
to make 'em go green,

there's no turning up
at point B.

Capiche?

Lucky for you,
I got some of these

just smuggled across the border.

I jump you there,
you're in neutral territory.

You fend for yourselves,
you hike it to England.

Hike it to the fucking moon
for all I care.

Point is, it's the cheapest way

to immediately mitigate
your risk in this country.

No. We go England.

You're not both
going tonight, darling.

Not on my dime, all right?

So, if England it is,
which one of you two are going?

Hmm?
I jump one of you there, right?

You settle in,
you make some money, yeah?

And I jump the other one
in a few months' time.

Hello? Ladies?
Come on, time's money.

Who will be on the other side?

Orla Miller!
Hey, babes, you all right?

Vas.

It must be late there.

Yeah, you know how it is.
No rest for the wicked.

Look, I know it's unscheduled,
but you've got, uh,

capacity for a jump
coming your way tonight?

Oh, you poor thing.

Yeah, she, uh--
she needs to raise some funds

and hopefully bring over
a friend in a few months' time.

I told her you might
be able to sponsor a stay

at your safe house.

Yeah, absolutely.

You remember Mr. Green?

Well, a generous donation came
in from him just this morning.

Fantastic.

All right, I'll send them over.

Give 'em a good spank when they
get there. All right, darling?

Welcome.

It's all right.

All right,
let me get you some water.

Here.

Here you are, my dear.

That's all right.
Take your time.

Can I call home?

Yeah. You have
plenty of time for all that.

For now, just try the bath.
It's nice. I promise.

Oh, God, what happened here?

Did you make the dump
whilst wounded?

Did Vas not warn you
of the damage that could cause?

-I need to take--
-No!

No, it could cause an infection.

No.

Well, the bathwater's gonna soak
right through that dressing.

Let's run you a shower.

Stay in here
as long as you like.

You deserve it.

Ah.
Good morning, weary traveler.

How did you sleep?

-Good.
-You hungry?

I'm just having something light.

Berries, nuts, yogurt. Fancy?

Yes, thank you.

The other girls
are still asleep.

It's quite early,
but probably not for you.

The jump lag
will wear off in a few days.

Oh. Tea, coffee?

Everyone does
their bit around here.

You'll learn that.

But for now
you get the royal treatment.

Yeah, we just
take turns cooking meals.

It's fair that way, you know?

To be honest, in rescuing strays
from four corners of the Earth,

the diversity of food cooked
in this kitchen is to die for.

Mexican one night,
Thai the next, Indian.

Oh, what's your favorite dish?

I'll see if we can't
whip it up for you tonight.

Anything is fine.

No, no, it's no bother.

I want you to rack your brains.

Place your order by midday
just so I can make sure

we have the right ingredients.

How many people do you help?

Oh, gosh.

Must be over 50 women by now.

Yeah. You're just one of five
here at the moment, though.

Let me see your hands.

Oh, these are in a right state.

Oh, relax. You'll enjoy it.

People pay good money for this.

Right.
Do you have a favorite color?

Black.

Black's not a color.
It's the absence of color.

Oh, well, we do have
this black little number here,

but I'm not sure
you'll have much use for it yet.

We'll have to find you a dashing
English boyfriend first.

I think it's best
to start practical.

Ah.
Now, what you need is a big hug,

and this looks like a big hug.

You could nestle up
with a cup of tea and a book.

Do you read in English?

-Yes.
-Good.

That'll help you assimilate
and find work.

But no rush on that, mind you.

Plenty of time yet.

I'd like to
start work right away.

Well, most of the work available
to girls in your situation

isn't anything glamorous.

What did you do back home?

I was maid.

Oh, that'll explain
the state of your nails.

All that bleach
and what have you.

Gosh, it dries out the skin.

You know, we had a girl here
a little less than a year ago,

she was a maid.

Moved on now, though.

I'd be happy to be
your first customer.

You give me bed.
I can't charge you.

But maybe if you like my work,

you recommend me
to your friends.

Don't be silly.
I'm happy to pay.

Is £1000 a month all right?

Ah, let's make it 1200.

I'm sure you're just
what this house needs.

Okay, uh, try these on,
and if anything doesn't fit,

just let me know,
I'll get you something else.

Oh, God. You gave me a fright.
Can I get you anything?

I'd like to call home.

Ah, shoot.

The internet's down, I'm afraid.
I'm just working offline,

but I'll be sure to let you know
when it's back up.

Where are your
cleaning products?

Oh, don't worry about that now.

Just make yourself at home.
What's another few days of dust?

Tara, this is Ekaterina.

She'll be doing
the cleaning around here.

Tara's our resident masseuse.

She's been with us
for quite a few months now.

Haven't you, Tara?

Well, you know your way around.

Maybe you could show her
some of the amenities?

I prefer to leave it on.

Turn around.

So...

how much Orla pay you, girl?

Hmm?

1000 sound about right.

No... make it 1200.

That old bitch, always
up to the same old tricks.

Turn over.

You try to bring somebody over?

- No.
- Mmm.

I don't believe you.

Everybody try
to jump somebody over.

You know,
I heard about your country.

You're not
the first refugee I've met.

Maybe, you know, your sister,
you try to bring over.

Hmm?

Maybe your girlfriend.

You know...

I know faster ways
you can make money

other than cleaning house.

You heard me, girl.

Mmm! Thank you, Chyou,
for tonight's cuisine.

Say thank you, girls.

What is this?
An English boarding school?

And welcome to the new
addition of our family,

Ekaterina.

Now, Kat-- Can I call you Kat?

This is fine.

Kat may just be
scrubbing toilets around here,

but remember,
everyone in this house is equal.

You're to treat her
with the proper respect.

No excuses not to
pick up after yourselves.

Tidiness shows courtesy
to others in the house.

Is wine not enough for you,
Tara?

Such displays of excess

will be reflected
in your monthly contribution.

Oh, girls!

Is this how you're gonna
treat Kat on her first night?

Is not problem.

It's nearly curfew.
Go to bed, the lot of you.

-Here, I've got this, love.
-I'd like to help.

No, no, no, no. I got it.

You enjoy this time.

You won't be
the new girl forever.

Can I get you
something to drink, Ambassador?

Oh, yes.

Uh, snakebite?
If you-- if you have.

Yes, that's not a problem.

Uh,
I'll be completely honest,

I'm new to this experience.

Is, uh, every masseuse
the same price?

Well, what did you have in mind?

I mean,
everything's available

for a price, right?

Trouble sleeping last night?

Come in.

Sit.

You probably
have some questions.

It is none of my business.

Oh, don't be silly.

This is your home
for the time being,

and everyone has a right
to know what goes on

inside their own four walls,
don't you think?

I wish all of my girls
could be a maid like you...

but who am I to judge them?

I didn't see anything.

You're not in trouble, Kat.

As women,
we're born into trouble.

We don't need to make life
any harder for our sisters

than it already is.

Some of the women
who stay with me

have decided
for themselves that...

the easiest way for them
to get ahead in this life

is to give men what they want.

Do you understand?

Life isn't kind, Kat.

It doesn't give immigrants
many options, illegal or not.

Well, they can work themselves
to death in a field or a factory

and scrimp and save
and skip meals

and bring their family over
after a decade if they're lucky.

A decade of their life, gone.

But take that immigrant,
a woman,

put her on her back in a bed,

and she can make enough
in a few months,

and then she'll never
have to give herself away again.

Now, I know
what my girls can be like.

It just makes them
feel better about themselves

knowing that they're
not doing it alone, you know?

But I want you to know

that you must never feel
pressured into doing anything

with your body
that you don't want to do.

You come here like a serpent

to finesse your way
into my fortune,

but it's not going to work!

Turn it off.
This is rubbish.

So how can I have
an American bastard?

-My mother loved you--
-Change channel.

I don't care about your money.

Change the channel.

Change the channel!

Oh, there he is!

Taraji, your boyfriend
is back on the telly.

He come to take you away.

Taraji!

Come to see
your sexy, sexy Mr. Green.

People from the
LGBTQ+ community

who have found themselves
targeted by the state...

You remember Mr. Green?

Well, a generous donation came
in from him just this morning.

Oh, now, George.

Come on. That is below you.
In this point...

Let me see.

Oh! Hey.

Christ!
There's blood everywhere.

Let me see. Let me see.
Jesus, what's happened?

Where's Tara?

Peter?

She needs this looked at
by a doctor.

Right, for now,
uh, let's, um, wrap her head.

Chyou,
there's gauze and bandages

in the downstairs bathroom.

Chyou, go! Peter?

Oh, God.

-Peter, get the car.
-She won't be deported?

Well, that's a risk she's
gonna have to take, isn't it?

What are you looking for there,
girl? Hmm?

Just seeing where things are.

Sure you are.

Did you hear about Marzanna?

Who's Marzanna?

Don't know no Marzanna.

People come, people go,

people kept in limbo.

But you...

you're here now.

You going to help me
with Mr. Pink?

Mr. Pink?

He likes his chocolate
and vanilla swirl.

You don't even last a year
around here now.

I'm just the maid.

I was the maid.

Chyou.

Salima.

Tomorrow, a new girl
will jump into this house

and take your place.

You can fight it...

but you will end up
just like the rest of us.

On your knees

with a tiny English prick
in your mouth,

struggling to keep him hard.

Clean this up.

Oh, no.

-What's happened here?
-It was accident.

Whose accident?

She wanted help with Mr. Pink.

Of course she did.

Oh, the pieces of the puzzle
are coming together now.

They used to...
service Mr. Pink together.

And I have a feeling Marzanna
didn't want to do it anymore,

so Tara might have--

I really don't like
to think that one of my girls

could do this to another, but...

it's not out of the realm
of possibility, now, is it?

How is Marzanna?

You shouldn't feel any pressure.

Do you?

Oh, sweetheart.
She's just a bully.

You know,
if I find out for a fact

that she did
do this to Marzanna,

I will kick her
out of this house.

You don't owe her anything.

I was not, um, maid

in my country.

Well, you did what you had to do
to get out of there, didn't you?

And you're here now.

If I service these men,

Mr. Green,
how much could I make?

Mr. Blue!
How lovely to see you again.

- Hello.
- It's been a while, hasn't it?

It has.
Well, I've been busy, busy,

you know,
with the holidays and whatnot.

Oh, you've brought
a little something with you.

Yes, I have. Well, why don't
you join in the fun, my dear?

Can I pour you a drink?

Scotch, single malt,
if I remember correctly?

Oh, yes,
that would be, uh, delightful.

Ah. A new face, I see.

Ah.

Evening, ladies.

Ah...

I remember you,
my African queen.

Do you remember me?

Of course you do,
of course you do.

Not tonight, sorry.

Fond memories and everything.

For the both of us, I hope.

Yes...

No, tonight, I think
I'm rather in the mood for...

sweet and sour.

Shall we?

Well, now, Orla.

You didn't tell me
there was a secret menu.

Not her, not tonight, Charles.

-Shh.
-Oh, come off it.

The girls know
who you really are.

We have a television.

Why not?

Must you be so uncouth?

-Hmm?
-Do I have to say it?

Not all our girls are available
on every day of the month.

Oh, right, right. Of course, I--

Well, I'd like her to watch.

I can watch.

Are you sure? You don't have to.

Orla,
let the girl do what she wants.

Ahh.

Right.

What new little toys
have we tonight?

See what we've got here,
shall we?

We are gonna have a lot of fun,

I think, tonight.

Oh, yeah.

Complicated, but worth it.

A little tickle.

And, of course...

You dirty little bitch.

You're a dirty boy.

Yeah, I'm a dirty boy.
Yeah, I'm a dirty boy.

Get down!

Get down!

To discuss
the situation
in further detail,

I would like to hand it
over to my colleague,

the right honorable gentleman,
Sir Charles Ward.

Right.
Uh, well, uh, I should be able

-to get away later in the week.
-Yeah, that's fine.

You know how to book
an appointment, right?

Yes, yes, yes.
Well, thanks again.

Excellent.

Oh. How are you
this morning, my dear?

Fine.

Mr. Blue isn't the best person

to ease into this lifestyle.

You didn't have to
agree to anything.

-I've had worse.
-Oh, you poor thing.

He's known for being
a bit heavy-handed.

He wasn't too rough
with you, then?

I'm fine.

Thank you.

Last night...
Usually, he tie us up.

I know.

Can I stay?

Do we ever go to the men,

or do they always come to us?

Our misters come to us now.

First week I here,
I go to Mr. Green...

but girl die.

What happened?

There was blood everywhere.

The dead girl
in Mr. Green's arms,

and he yell at me to go.

He say it not his fault.

He say it suicide.

Orla believe him,
so he still come back.

But no more we go to Mr. Green.

No more go to anyone.

What was her name?

I-- I don't remember.

But she was white.

Like you.

Do you have someone
you bring over?

I love it.

My husband, Chyou Chiang,

we have not spoke
in five months.

Is that how long
you've been here?

Why don't you call him?

There is always excuse.

Orla.

I'm afraid to.

You do something
she doesn't like

and she put you in limbo.

Kat. Come sit.

I've set you up
with an English bank account.

Chyou, can you give us a moment?

She would like
to call her husband.

Oh-- It's the middle
of the night there, Chyou.

We'll do it later, all right?
I promise.

Come. Sit.

This is from last night?

Uh, no, I paid a month
in advance for cleaning as well.

But the rest is last night.

Not as much as Chyou,
she was your main girl,

but Mr. Blue
upped his price accordingly.

Now, the account is in my name,
but I do this for all my girls.

Ask them. Ask Chyou.

You two are
becoming fast friends.

Now, the government
may not recognize it as yours,

but look, the way I see it,
I only have access to it

for administrative purposes.

I do take a portion
each month for bills,

but nothing excessive,
as long as your behavior isn't.

I don't want my girls
becoming freeloaders.

Smile.

Smile.

Good.

Facial recognition activated.

Now your banking details
are all on the home screen,

so anytime you want to
access it, you just let me know.

Would you like to
set up a financial goal?

Laundry?

Everyone's got
the night off tonight.

Except you, Tara.

I think you'll like it.

Mr. Green is visiting.

Chyou.

What happened?

Why do we not line up
for Mr. Green?

He always pick Taraji.

He love her.

What took you so long,
my prince?

I've missed you.

Next time,
don't stay away so long.

Unavoidable, my dear.

Oh. Good evening.

Oh.

Mr. Green.

Please do let me know
if I can ever be of...

interest to you.

Oh, good morning, Kat.

I'm just going to
go on a walkabout.

Fancy joining me?

I just need some fresh air,
you know?

I feel like this weather
has got us much too cooped up.

- No, thank you.
- Oh, see you later.

Stay away from him.

Okay? He's mine.

You have been
in limbo too long.

He's never gonna
get you your own apartment.

It's different with him, okay?

He loves me.

Then you have
nothing to worry about.

It won't matter what I do.

Fuck!

Tara! Jesus!
What are you doing?

- Stop it! Stop it!
- No! No!

Peter! Peter! Help me!

Help me, Jesus. Stop it, Tara!

-Stop it!
-No! No!

- Stop it, Tara! Christ!
- No!

- Peter, where are you?
- Get off of me!

- Tara, stop! Tara, stop it.
- No! No!

No, no! Girls!!

Mr. Green has informed us

he's no longer
in need of our services.

Incoming call from Orla Miller.

Incoming call from Orla Miller.

Incoming call from...

You should be able to get
at least two dozen receivers,

but get more if you can.

Can I stay with you?

Orla put Taraji in limbo again.

I heard it from my room.

What do you mean? Limbo?

Limbo.

When you jump
with nowhere to go.

You get stuck
'til Orla bring you back.

First time I come,
Taraji in limbo,

and every time she go,
she come back more crazy.

Good morning, Kat.

Where is my money?

Receivers aren't free, silly.

I'm sorry, but because of Tara,

we've all had to take a hit.

You know, we need
to stay in business.

You have enough to spare, no?

That's very presumptuous of you.

Receivers aren't easy
to come by, you know.

You have powerful friends.

Oh, you think those men
are my friends?

Am I scaring you, Kat?

Good.

I don't need any more
of my girls giving me grief.

You know,
I try my best for you all

and you constantly cut your
noses off to spite your face.

-Where is Taraji?
-Oh!

Fuck, haven't we all
had enough of her shit?

I mean, the receivers,
threatening you,

what she did to Marzanna.

We don't know
what she did to Marzanna.

Who else could have done it?

You know,
no one even likes her anyway.

No one trusts her.

You know, the only reason
why I kept her in this house

is because one of our clients
had a fetish for Black girls.

You sent her away.

I didn't kill her.

Fuck,
you girls are unbelievable.

You-- I open my house to you,

I feed you, I clothe you,

I set you up on your business,
and you fucking--

you think the worst of me!

This is to protect you.

It's in case she gets loose.

Jesus.

Orla is lying about Mr. Green.

- I think he wants to see Taraji.
- How do you know?

I saw a message on Orla's pad,
but it's locked.

We need to find a way
to open it.

The guard.

I think he is
going to get receivers.

Do you trust Salima?

What do you want?

Jesus Christ!

Good evening, Orla.

What's it like?

Like the dream
where you're being chased.

You move your feet,
but your feet won't move.

You're-- you're thirsty,
but you can't drink.

Hu-- hu-- hungry,
but you can't eat.

You ha-- you have an itch,
but you can't scratch.

You can't hear anything...

or see anything...

or feel anything.

But you're there.

Just waiting with...

all the time in the world.

Like-- like you've been
covered in stone.

Mr. Green.

He wants to see you.

Orla was lying.

I think because she found out

he wanted to take you away
from this place.

Can he help us?

Where-- where is Orla?

He is coming tonight.

No, no, no! No, no!

Hey, what do you want?

We go England.

You're not both
going tonight, darling.

Not on my dime, all right?

So, if England it is,
which one of you two are going?

The sooner you leave,
the safer you'll be.

I can hide better than you.

They know who you are,
because of your father

and the people you clean for.

If they find you,
you are not getting out of here.

You need to leave
while you still have a chance.

-You jump us both across border.
-And then what?

There's nothing for us there.

She jumps to England.

You can do it.

I believe in you.

I couldn't go,
even if I wanted to.

Fucking hell! You were gonna
let me jump you like that?

I need to heal before I can go.

You'll do fine.

Practice English
until we say goodbye.

Orla Miller!
Hey, babes, you all right?

Vas. It must be late there.

Yeah, you know how it is.
No rest for the wicked.

Look, I know it's unscheduled,
but you've got, uh,

capacity for a jump
coming your way tonight?

Oh, you poor thing.

Yeah, she, uh,
she needs to raise some funds

and hopefully bring over
a friend in a few months' time.

I told her you might be able
to sponsor a stay

at your safe house.

Yeah, absolutely.
You remember Mr. Green?

Well, a generous donation came
in from him just this morning.

Fantastic.

All right, I'll send 'em over.

Give 'em a good spank when they
get there, all right, darling?

Ah, there she is.

Fuck yeah.

Ready...
let us do the job.

All right.

All right.

Okay.

All right. Ready?

Let's get you in the machine.
Come on.

Off we go. In you get.

Okay, just stand there for me.
That's it. Lovely.

Stay inside the safe zone.
Brilliant. Okay.

Let's get this going on, then.

Uh, missy.
You wanna keep them toes,

or you wanna leave 'em
behind as mementos?

Memen-toes, get it?

I'll be right behind you.

Today, ladies.

Now,
when you get on the other side,

you're gonna feel
a bit out of sorts.

A bit like someone's
punched you in the gut.

All right?

Does she understand
what I'm saying?

I understand.

All right, okay.

Bosh.

Look at that go.

That's a piece of art, ladies.

Here it goes.

That's right, ladies.

And... beautiful!
Look at that. Ah!

Fucking amazing.

Oh, dear, you poor thing.

I'll get you some water.

Is this who you saw
in Mr. Green's bedroom?

That her.

I bet you're loving this.

Just get it over with already.

Whoa! Easy, easy.

What happened to your face?

What are you doing?

Where is Orla?

Look, they need your help too.

Look,
I-- I was under the impression

that you were all
very happy here.

Were you?

Of course!

I have never done
anything like that.

I've always treated
Taraji with respect.

How many girls
have you treated with respect?

No, it's not--
it's not what you think.

It-- it isn't what you think.

Oh!

Oh, I thought-- Ah.

I don't think I can bear to
think of you with anyone else.

What if I got you
a place of your own?

Oh, God.

I want to talk to Anya!

I trust you!
I want to talk to Anya.

You said I could call her.

Please, please.

It's not safe here.

Please. Please.

Please.
You need to-- to get me back.

You fucking--

Oh! What have I done?

Please, please.

You need to--
you need to get me back.

Please. Please.
It's not safe here.

Please.

You need to-- to get me back.

Richard wouldn't do that.

- He wouldn't hurt anyone.
- Of course not.

I see you.
I see blood everywhere.

I did what I could for her.

She might still be alive.

Hey! Watch it.

What?

You know,
you shouldn't get so possessive.

It's not like she cares
who's fingering her arse.

It's just a pay packet.

You are unbelievable.

Oh, am I?

And you'd still be
crying into a pint

about your sexless marriage

if I hadn't introduced you to...

Orla's lovely girls.

Hey, Chyou-Chyou.

Oh, you smell good.

Lay a finger on her again,
and I will fucking kill you.

Oh, big man.

That would be quite the scandal,
wouldn't it?

Oh, you f--

Jesus Christ,
Richard, you fucking prick.

She's a whore!
Not your fucking daughter!

Fucking hell. Ow.

Let me go.

What happened?

I didn't mean to hurt her.

-I didn't, I didn't.
-Who?

Who-- who have you hurt?
Charles?

Oh. Oh...

Oh, my God, Charles.
What happened?

We need to help her!

Oh, my love.

What has he done?

All I could think of
was the scandal.

I almost lost everything,
you know.

They almost
traced it back to me.

It wasn't my fault.

I didn't have to help her,
but I did.

I did!

Did Anya survive?

How am I supposed to know that?

-I'd like-- I'd like to leave.
-Will you help us?

I can't do anything.

-Oh, God. I'd like to leave.
-Please. Help us!

Let me out of here!

Where is Orla?
What have you done with her?

Where is she?

What did you do?

Just stay back.
All of you, just stay back!

What the fuck?

Into the pod.

One at a time. You first, Tara.

Look at you.

No one's ever gonna wanna
fuck your infested cunt now.

Not even for free,
let alone for money.

I wasted my time
putting you into limbo.

You've just--
you learned-- learned nothing.

It's funny how the world
comes full circle.

You worked so hard to come here,
and now I'm just

sending you right back
to where you came from.

I might just spare you and
send you to the ocean instead.

Receivers sink, by the way.

Do you know what the pressure

at the bottom of the ocean
does to a body?

Get off me!

Ekaterina.

The search continues

as several members
of Parliament
are still missing,

including Home Secretary
Richard Baqri,

last seen at his Cornwall
residence on November the 19th,

and Sir Charles Ward,
who disappeared

from his London apartment
on December the 1st.

The Regulatory Branch
of Teleportation Services

held a press conference
on Tuesday to address

a growing
online conspiracy theory

that both politicians were
involved in human trafficking.

The Senior Director of
Enforcement,

Compliance, and Crime
made a statement

confirming that several
unreported teleportations

to and from Ward's apartment,

based in Earl's Court,
did take place.

However, authorities did...

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