01x01 - Clean Skin

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-Here are the pictures.
-Thanks.

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.

That's why my party, Fair Rule,

has asked me to stand in Beckton.

And I accept that challenge.

-Who is it?
-Just Vong.

-Hayashi?
-Hi Vong. 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.

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

I will tell the landlord
I missed you again.

Thank you.

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.

You speak our language.

Anglo-Saxon, if you please.

On that very issue, please welcome...

Fair Rule's own Toni Gallagher.

Thank you, Arthur.

At last we have a candidate
that speaks for us.

All the way to Downing Street!

You have a lot of momentum
with your movement...

Enough of our taxes paid

for immigrants
to use our health service

while our parents die in hospital.

You missed Arthur's speech.

Not my thing.

-So, what is?
-Paying the rent.

Fair enough.

The 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.

And please don't call me at work.

Relax, your secret's safe with me.

f*ck! f*cking f*ck!

Sorry.

Give me your phone.

-What?
-Give me your f*cking phone!

Hey! Hey, give it back!

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

Taking jobs and driving down wages.

Look! Those people's response
to a legal demonstration.

Throwing stones and violence.

Amjad!

Amjad! My son!

-Amjad!
-Baba!

Amjad!

Amjad!

Amjad!

My son! My son!

Amjad.

Do you want an ambulance?

Chaos at Fair Rule's rally
earlier today,

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

-It's like a w*r zone out there.
-Yes, some b*tch just stole my phone.

-What? Are you okay?
-Yeah, I'm okay.

She just took it.

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

-Really?
-Vittu!

-What does that mean?
-c**t.

-What's wrong?
-Snowflake.

Nick, she's here to learn.

I'm running a mag here, not a crèche.

The police are looking att cordoning
off the road for the...

-Hey. Did you get it?
-Yeah. Here.

Thanks.

-Hi.
-Hi.

I tell you what, the look and
behaviour of the th*gs 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.

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.

-Nina.
-Lia.

Where have you been?

This...

You still have the pendant.

Sorry. A card for you.

What's the matter?

I'm sorry, but I do need money.

What for?

I cannot stay in London.

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

Hey...

Why? Talk to me.

It's better not to know.

Happy birthday.

Nina, hey.

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

Friday?

Okay.

-Happy birthday?
-What?

-It's your birthday.
-No.

-Yeah? When is it?
-Tomorrow.

Ah, tomorrow. Okay.

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


for you tonight. Yeah?

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

Really, no.

Lia, this is my new friend, Rico.

-Oh, hi.
-Nice to meet you.

-Nice.
-Happy birthday.

Thank you. You're welcome.

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

Oi! Miss Finland! Birthday snog.

Hi, Nick.

Happy birthday!

-Stop it!
-Wow!

What's her problem?

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

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

And guess what?

-I survived.
-Well, times change, Nick.

How about you give me some
sensitivity training over dinner?

Happy birthday.

Open it.

Open it, now.

You have to take it as an apology.

Mari.

What a coincidence to bump into the
only Finnish phone thief in London.

It's an endangered species.

But you don't mind its survival.

What do you mean?

You k*ll my language.

I'm from Porvoo.

But then my family
moved to Gothenburg.

-Sorry, love.
-Yeah?

-In Sweden.
-I see.

Can you put it on me?

-Cheers.
-Cheers.

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.

f*cking Sam! Sam's a blabbermouth.

I'm sorry for the phone.
I didn't have time to explain.

Thanks.

I should go.

Enjoy your party.

You can join us.

Come, you can meet the blabbermouth.

Does anyone wanna have more drinks?

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

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

Yes, sure.

What are you doing?

Two bottles of prosecco, please.

-Come on, he's cute and he's funny.
-Yes, he is.

-But you're working.
-Yes, boss.

-Okay?
-For sure. Come on.

Thank you, Nick.

Hey, my pleasure.

Hey, let's play a game called...

...secrets and lies.

Okay.

So, I guess something about you.

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

Then we drink.

-Okay.
-Okay.

I start.

From... From you.

You were 14 when you told your
parents that you were g*y.

And they were really happy about it.

Because they knew that you were g*y

way before you did.

Is it true?

Wow.

f*cking, wow!

But it's true?

I guess it is true.

I guess I have to drink.

-We all have to drink.
-It's a good trick.

Does it work on yourself?

Okay, me next.

No, not her. She's sensitive.

Okay.

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

True?

It's total bollocks!

I'm done here.

Nick!

Your party trick is a big hit, Mari.

-Hey guys, good night.
-Good night.

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.

So you work for a magazine?

Yeah, a magazine.

New Level.

I'm a deputy editor.

-Oh?
-Yeah.

And is it like a political thing?

Yeah, political.

And how about a tour of the office?

Yeah.

Maybe next week.

I was thinking more like now.

Now?

Nick, I'm sorry. I swear,
I never told her any of that.

See you at work, okay?

This is going to be the death of me.

-It's big.
-Yeah.

It's big.

-Do you like it?
-Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah, it is big.

This is the...

It's the design section.

Lia, she works just over there.

I'm over here.

I'm going to get my own office,
it's just a bit...

-And who is working there?
-That's Nick the prick.

And where do you and I have sex?

Anywhere.

I'm really sorry, I am.

-I drank so much, I have to go...
-Just go.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

-Are you sure?
-Yeah.

Okay.

We really shouldn't be in here.

Do you always do
what you're supposed to?

No.

Phone.

Money.

What the f*ck?

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?

How did you do it?

Kind of just a bad habit.

Bad habit.

Hey.

Schnapps with tar.

Some people read books.
I read people.

You were right about his dad.

-But he told me that in confidence.
-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.

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.

-Please.
-Sit.

Soon.

Take her.

Get her ready downstairs.

Don't worry. I'll be back soon.

-I said, take her!
-Yalda, please. Yalda.

Come. Sit.

How about I do your nails?

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 not my friends.

Come.

Behind the line, please.

I said stay behind the line. What's
wrong with you?

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

According to the police, her face
was totally destroyed by acid.

-Hi.
-Hi, it's the phone thief.

Hi.

Where are you?

Beckton High Street, by the canal.

Why?

Fancy some company?

I'm not far away.

The news said they burned her face
with acid.

They took her teeth.

The police can't even identify her.

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

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 f*cking
trouble.

I have some friends
who might be able to help.

What sort of friends?

You can meet them now, if you like.

I have to deliver some flyers.

I'll say this...

We had a peaceful rally.

And the mob came from the mosque.

One of them threw a stone.

And it hit
and seriously hurt a little boy.

-Hey.
-The media...

-Finished already?
-...want someone to blame.

I'll pay tonight.

-It's quite simple.
-Thanks.

We blame the stone-throwing Muslim.

We don't do stoning in this country.

Arthur must be growing on you.

-We have laws.
-Enjoy the show.

And we have freedom of speech.

And long may that continue.

Enjoy your wages.

-Were you following me?
-Why?

Something to hide?

-Wait. Fried's not what you think.
-What's it to you?

It's my job.

What job?

Well, I have a job.

Graphics.

And I don't give a sh*t
about politics. I don't care.

New Level, Fried,
whoever pays the rent.

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?

British... And proud!

-What are we?
-British and proud!

British and proud!

-What?
-Trust me.

You're kidding!

I don't see.

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.

I understand if this feels strange.
You must have some patience with us.

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 grownups' 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 organised the rally.

She chose the venue, right opposite
a Muslim community centre.

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 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 ten points up in the polls.

And that's who you're working for.

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

No, not you...

This!

Well, we call this The Studio.

We fix things.

We give people a voice
who feel ignored.

Accelerate equality.

Or help find a m*rder*r.

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 me a hard time

for paying 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.

Just report what you hear.

No more worries about the rent.

And I will help you to find Nina.

No problem.

Except for meeting those th*gs
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.

There's the address.

If you change your mind.

I'll be there at eight.

I'll drive you home.

"Love from Lia."

Hey, mate, do me a favour. Will you
run the name Lia for me locally?

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

Looking for a blonde in her 30s.

Let me know.

-Have you seen her?
-No, never.

-Nina.
-No.

-It's okay.
-Yeah.

Hey.

Jump in.

I don't walk around carrying bathing
suits.

I guessed your size.

What?

It's up there.

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.

You don't need to be a spy.

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?

Come in.

What?

Have you seen it?

It's Kacey.

No wonder she did a runner.

The publisher's has told Nick
to clear his desk.

You were right about him.

He's a prick.

It's not my cup of tea though.

-Turn it off. I need to go.
-Where are you going?

Why don't you tell me for?

No boss until further notice, yeah?

You know what you've done?

You've destroyed him.

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

It's his job, it's everything.

So it's okay
that he screws the interns?

No.

But who died and made you God?

The tape is just the tip
of the iceberg.

There's a lot more.
Harassment, bullying.

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.

TO LIA FROM MATTI

Hi, mum! It's me.

All is fine.

Did you give my address to him?

Matti! Did you give my address
to him?

Yes, all is fine.

But he asked you to send the card.
f*ck, mum...

He cannot change!

He cannot change!

Really?

If you want to help him,
don't talk to him.

And don't you ever,
ever tell him where I live.

Lia.

I just came to say thank you
for the rent.

And also...

Vong, it was days ago.

Holiday?

Vong, it's lovely.

Thank you.

Okay. I go.

Vong?

If you notice anyone hanging
around here...

Anyone?

Or someone?

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

Okay.

Do you remember, Aarne?
This is where we used to live.

Do you remember?

Come, Aarne.

Aarne, Aarne! Calm down, calm down!

Calm down, calm down!

Dad, what did you think?

You know that he is afraid of that
house more than anything else.

I know.

I just wanted to show him the house
in case we could live there.

Let's talk later.

Okay. Bye.

Mum, I really hope he gets well.