01x03 - The Faceless Woman

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Well of course there's an interview
but you come highly recommended

by me.

We were paying you. Now you
want to volunteer to do it for free?

I want to do my bit.

Antonia Gallagher, Fair Rule party
boss with her roots in the far right.

One tough lady.

This is Nina.

Back from the dead.

We just need the data
on Gallagher's phone.

It's my second day.
You want me to steal her phone?

Just borrow it.

What happened to
"you just have to listen"?

Welcome aboard, Lia.

Thank you, Mr Fried.

And remember,
relationships are built on trust.

How did you meet Nina?

-A job.
-Selling sex?

I wasn't cut out for it.

The boss likes us to wear it.

Amber Pendant. Give it to me.

Never take it off when
you're working.

How about a drink after work?

Go home.

Dad owned the richest goldmine
in Europe.

Lucky you.

Extraction by chemical injection.
Poisoning the earth.

So he shut it down and sold it.

Hey, Mari again. Call me
as soon as you hear this.

I love you.

Ah! Someone died on the tube, did he?

Or was it your dog? I've heard
all this stuff before, Lia.

Hey Sam, I'm sorry. Life's, uh...
it's a bit complicated at the moment.

Yeah, I know.

What?

Your drama's overflowing at work.

Some random guy called wanted
to know if you work here

and if you're my girlfriend which we
both know is super f*cking awkward.

Who?

I don't know, he didn't answer so...

What did he sound like?

Foreign.

Foreign? What type of foreign?

I don't know, foreign.
You foreign, Rico foreign.

Actually, f*ck, speaking of Rico.

He hasn't been returning
any of my calls.

I'm not... Well, there's
plenty more fish in the sea.

Nothing remotely connects
Toni Gallagher with A.X.E.

-No bank transfers, texts, nothing.
-What about e-mail?

Squeaky clean. Fair Rule only.

Clever b*tch. She's communicating
with A.X.E somehow.

Riots don't plan themselves.

Briggs came through.
Our stone-thrower: Abu Al-Jabar.

At least that's what he is now.

Six months ago, he was plain old
Trevor Greene from Croydon.

He was in for burglary.

Jabar's record showed zero
prior interest in Islam.

Lot's of immigrants
radicalised in prison.

But as for A.X.E.
Five of them have records,

but only one of them shared
a cell with Jabar.

Andrew Thompson. A.X.E foot soldier.

This guy's a real charmer.

He was sent down for GBH,
racial abuse and burglary.

Got out two months back.
Same week as Al-Jabar.

Same cell and both on opposite
sides of the same riot?

And get this.

Jabar and Thompson shared a wing
with James Royce.

Founding father of A.X.E.

Well?

We just want some information.

And I want a blowjob
from Marilyn Monroe.

That ain't happening either.

And what about fifty quid and a box
of tissues in your commissary?

My account's fine thanks,
DC Paddy Moore.

Or should I say ex DC?

You used to be up on D Wing, right?

Fraggle Rock.

Where all the nonces and
kiddy-fiddlers and...

bad little piggies who get their
snouts caught in the trough.

As much as I'd like to stroll down
memory lane with you, Jim.

We just want to know about
Andy Thompson.

Never heard of him.

Come on, he's been your faithful
fascist Fido for years now.

Come on...

Guard on the gate! We're done.

You've got nothing.
I'll see you soon - back inside.

Paddy, you OK?

Never better.

Then you wouldn't mind staying.

No.

We're here to talk about
brother Abu Jabar.

I appreciate the courtesy,
but I doubt he's a brother of yours.

No. But he is yours.

And he's in a lot of trouble.

The call of the Prophet goes out to
all, peace be upon him.

And upon his people.

What about his cell mate, Thompson.

Didn't he hear the call?
Or was it a wrong number?

Jabar and Thomson are
two sides of one coin.

Jabar wants Holy w*r,
Thompson wants race w*r.

I believe they came to
some agreement.

Like a right-wing rally outside a
Muslim community centre for instance?

But it doesn't sound like either of
them are exactly deep thinkers.

Yeah.

Stupidity is a disease
without medicine.

Perhaps the plan came from higher up.

What? From God?

Not perhaps that high.

From James Royce and his
friends at A.X.E. perhaps?

We've linked Jabar and Thompson
to A.X.E. but nothing on Gallagher.

Her phone was clean.

Full HD WIFI. It works in any light.

You'll have a ringside seat but
you'll need this too,

this is important.

Put it in her desk and it'll boost
your camera signal and relay it.

Yeah. All you need to do is stick it
to the ceiling above her desk.

Yeah, just stick it.

That's all?

Yeah. That's all.

But how do I even get Gallagher out
of her office long enough to do that?

-Hello.
-Hi.

Hi.

It's probably a false alarm.
Keep working.

It could be whoever attacked me.

The Muslim boy died last night.
Some people blame Fair Rule.

Alright, get everybody out.
But don't go far!

I want you back at work soon
as it's all clear.

Okay everybody up!
Let's clear the building!

We need to empty the building
as quick as possible!

Just leave your stuff and,
as quick as possible, people.

Let's go, let's go. Thank you.

Thank you.

Okay, clear the building then. Yeah.

-David.
-Yeah.

I'll go to the toilet,
check there's no one.

Yeah.

I need you to stand there
and look pretty.

Sit!

I said pretty, so smile.

Smile.

Yeah, good girl. Let's go.

Katya!

So, these men looking for you.
Who are they?

-You're safe here.
-They can find me.

Or you. Anywhere.

You want me to answer that?

Katya! Do you have a phone now?

Vanags, Katya. You must disappear.

Vanags won't stop until you are dead.

Huh? Okay. Okay, okay.

Everything all right?

Just a friend. No problem.

Alright.

Glass of wine?

-Pity there's no sound.
-That's why we bugged her phone.

That's not her phone.
Not her official one anyway.

Well anyone with two phones is hiding
something.

I've only had two phones
since I met you.

No. No.

Listen. Toni got her old A.X.E. pal
in prison to set up both sides

of a riot on that cellphone.

If we get that phone, we get her,
and we get Fair Rule.

Yes.

We need phone records.

Yeah, but even if I got her out of
the way it's in a locked drawer.

-You can pick the lock.
-Yeah.

Provided you have a good teacher.

What?

Just put it...

Yeah.

-Cool.
-Quick learner.

Now you only have to do it in half
the time

while sh1tting yourself
about getting rumbled.

Hi Maggie.

Go again.

Okay.

Nina's gone.

Oh, she got a phone call
around seven.

-Put her in a bit of a flap.
-From whom?

I heard the name Katya and then
something that sounded like Vanish.

I'm so sorry.

Vanags, maybe?

It could be.
Does that mean something?

Kasimir Vanags. Proper scumbag.
Drugs, girls.

Faceless women would be
right up his alley.

Did she ever mention a name
like that, Lia?

-No.
-If Nina is broke and walking,

we might see her on CCTV.

Roads, trains, buses.

Get Rico and Berg on it.

And Lia, you know what to do.

Maybe it's locked.

Arthur wanted me to make sure
everything's locked before I go.

I mean, after the attack and the
fire alarm we need to be careful.

Do you do that at the
New Level offices too?

-What? No.
-I was hoping for more than just

a sneaky little spy for a leftie mag.

I'm a designer. Not a journalist.

Whoever you were snooping for,
you're working for me now.

What were you after in Toni's office?

Huh?

I think she might still be working
with the th*gs from the rally.

I think that's who attacked you.

And who are you working for?

Me.

Just me.

Sorry.

Sorry.

But if you get caught,
you're on your own.

Found anything?

Just a locked drawer.

Better get going.

Lia.

Yeah?

Stay close.

Come, jump in.

What did you do?

What?

You got the phone data
but you blew your cover.

-I didn't blow him.
-You blew your cover.

No, I didn't.

David just thinks he's recruited
a new spy for his cause.

And what happens if he doesn't
get laid as a part of the plan?

Then I will blow him.

-Mari, I can take care of myself.
-Can you?

If you just find Nina.

Maybe she's gone for good.

But the good news is,
that if we can't find her.

It means that the people who are
after her, can't find her either.

One, two, three.

Can you sing something?

M.A. Numminen?

I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts

You know,
we have that in Swedish too.

A horrible sound.

I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts

There they are, all standing in a row

Don't run.
I just want to talk to you.

-Matti.
-Just talk.

If you then want me to leave, I will.
Okay?

I want to apologise.

I sought help after the trial and...

In therapy I understood that I have
held on to you too hard, but...

that's only because I love you.

Do you want something?

A beer, please.

I need the bathroom.

-Could I have two beers please.
-Two beers coming up.

A man brandishing a knife has been
shot and k*lled

by armed police in East London.

The man, named locally
as Trevor Green,

was wanted in connection
with the death of Amjad Latif,

the young Muslim boy k*lled in
disturbances following a recent rally

held by the Fair Rule party.

A police statement said
the man refused to surrender

despite repeated warnings and was
shot when he attacked an officer.

-Great, thanks.
-You're welcome.

-Hi.
-I'll have something to design

in a minute. Go get a tea,
or whatever you Finns drink.

"Our social landscape is
being torn apart.

A once free, fair, Christian country

is being contaminated by..."

Toni, what's another word for
"contaminated"?

Why?

Hey stop!
You can't just walk in here.

-Where is she?
-Who?

-Toni.
-Hey!

What...?

-I need it now, Toni - not next week,
-What is this about?

-not tomorrow, now!
-Shut up.

It's alright, David.
Excuse me, Arthur.

You've seen the news?
What they did to Trevor?

Shut up I said.
Get into my office, now.

Okay, Lia.

Thompson, the white riot guy.

-He's in with Gallagher now.
-Yeah, we see it.

But we need to hear what they're
saying so call Gallagher please.

-What?
- He looks violent.

Are you okay in there?
Do you want me to call security?

No! Everything's fine.
Mind your own business.

Yes.

Don't speak another word.
Outside and wait for me.

-You owe me.
-Okay Lia. Thank you. Really good.

Okay. Follow them.

Hurry. Stay out of sight.

I think I've lost them.

What's happening?

What are they doing?

-No, don't touch it till I've gone.
-How do I know it's all there?

You really are a special kind of
stupid, aren't you?

That Paki getting shot's the best
thing that could've happened.

Trevor's West Indian.

Okay. So she put an envelope
on a car and walked off

and now he's picked it up and he's
leaving. Should I follow?

-Did you get it?
-Yeah, I think so.

-Send it now.
-Okay, bye.

Lia? In here, now.

Your name's on this.

Page designer, not writer.

I told David I worked there.
He said it didn't matter.

And he just forgot to mention it.

Then, he has had the hots
for her since day one.

Well, that's hardly a crime is it?

I mean, she's a very beautiful girl,
our Lia.

Anyway, David's just an observer.

I think there're too many foreigners
in this campaign anyway.

Okay, Toni.

We're a trading nation that just
wants to control its borders.

We're not the KKK.

Why don't we start by
controlling our staff?

Did you read this article before
you designed it, or are you

-too much of an artiste?
-Of course I read it.

But I think for myself.
That's why I'm here.

Really? And not because New Level
sent you to snoop for a scoop.

No! They'd fire me if they knew
I was volunteering here.

-Good.
-If you had written this article

instead of just... designing it...

what would it say?

That there's a politician who cares
about his country;

whose message is actually quite
mainstream and we should stop

giving house room to
right wing th*gs.

-Get out. We'll be in touch.
-Actually, Toni. Thank you.

I'd like to speak to Lia. Alone.

Please.

I work there, but I volunteer here.

Come on, your campaign's
better than this.

I don't want to leave just because of
one old bigot and a horny Estonian.

Alright, tell me the truth.

No lies.

Were you sent here by New Level?

No. I swear.

Have you ever written for New Level?

-And remember, I can check.
-Not one word.

Not one word.

Okay.

Maybe we should talk about
this outside the office.

Dinner maybe?

Trevor's West Indian.

And there you can see the money.

Well done.

Listen, I've been handed
over information

that Fried has been married
once before.

He tried to cover it up.

One page is ripped out, but the
indentations are still there

on the next page. Rico.


estate agent,

marries Suzie Hawkins,
spinster typist.

-No witnesses.
-Why would you go to all that trouble

to obliterate a marriage from


Find and ask the first Mrs Fried,
Suzie Hawkins.

This is Mikael Rautee's voicemail.
Please leave a message at the tone.

Hi, Dad, it's me. Could you f*cking
answer your messages or calls.

Grandma is also very worried.

Call me back as soon as
you hear this. Bye.

Every Suzie Hawkins in London.
I've called eight so far.

The last one thought I was selling
double-glazing and wanted to buy.

Any word from your dad?

No.

-I'm sure he'll be fine.
-Yeah.

I was checking out the name Vanags.
That Maggie overheard Nina using.

It turns out Mr Vanags has a front
operation: a shop in East End.

Baltic imports, from food to amber.

Okay.

Fried's asked me to dinner.

Good.

He trusts you.

Or he doesn't want me
blabbing to the press.

There. That's where the pendant
came from. Stay in the car.

Lingonberry.

Lovely.

-I'm sorry.
-Accidents happen.

-I can pay for it. I'll clean...
-No, no, no, no.

A woman like you should not clean.
No.

I will get someone less beautiful
to clean up the mess.

But I'll charge for the amber. May I?

Oh, this one's very special. Look.

A tiny fly being chased by a spider
from a million years.

The spider never catch it.
But the fly will never escape.

Forty pounds.

Thought I had them when I left home.

A card is fine.

I have cash.

Receipt?

No, thank you.

-Hey.
-Hey.

I've done some research. As you asked
me. On your father's goldmine.

Yeah. And?

Yeah. Seems like you were right.
It has been reopened.

New owners. I've mailed you
a link to their website.

You get it?

-Yeah. I got it.
- Not much from owners is there

but I'll see what else
I can find other ways.

Good.

-How are you? You okay, Mari?
-Yeah.

-Just tired.
-Okay.

I'll let you know if I find something
more. I'll see you tomorrow.

-Good night.
-Good night.