01x05 - My Father's House

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Within the last hour an arrest
has been made

connected to the riot which led
to the death of Amjad Latif.

The arrest of Toni Gallagher.

Nina? Stay There.

Katya called me about little Anya.

Smile.

We have to get her away from them.

Take me too,
or we'll all end up like Daiga.

You run away; you die.

So, this is where she lived?

The faceless woman.

Aarne!

Don't you know that he is afraid of
the house?

More than anything else.

I just wanted to show
the house to him.

To live there.

By the way, why are you here?

To talk about the divorce.
I'm selling the house.

Run!

Find and ask the first Mrs. Fried.
Suzie Hawkins.

We were only married for six months.

Started the day we came back
from the honeymoon.

I always said I fell or banged
into a door.

There's a very important conference
coming up.

But I'd like for you to be beside me.

The world must be full of
k*ller doors eh?

In the name of the father,
the Son and the Holy spirit.

A warm welcome to family and friends

who are here to send him
on his final journey.

A church service? For an atheist?

Funerals are for the living.

And Dad's wishes?

You never gave a sh*t about
them when he was alive.

I know he wouldn't have
wanted his daughter

causing a scene at his funeral.

A scene? I've not even started yet.

Why was he cremated
without an autopsy?

There was no need. It would only
cost time and money.

Was it ever about anything other
than money with you?

It was...

it just wasn't about you.

Go to hell.

She's been fish-food for three days,
Guv.

Face, teeth and fingers gone.
Like the other one.

Keep this out of the press.

-For how long, guv?
-Until I say so.

Okay.

Time for one stop.

Where?

Home.

You grew up with all of this?

-It's beautiful.
-A spider's web is beautiful too.

You're going in?

I don't have a key. Dad was talking
about moving in with Aarne, but...

he couldn't get Aarne past the door.

Why?

Memories.

This is the last time I'll be here.

My mother will sell it soon.

We should go.
I don't want to miss the flight.

It looks sweet.

Nothing sweet in there.

Everything I know,
I've learned in that room.

Home school.
Is that why you're so weird?

And your dad was away so I'm guessing
the teacher was your mother?

A-plus for guesswork.

Back then As were the only option.

You know, twelve hours a day.

Six days a week.

Three hundred and twenty-eight
days per year.

Maths. Languages. Chemistry.
You name it.

She was the only teacher?

Teacher, Principal. Prison guard.
She's a very capable woman.

Double doctorate. Triple b*tch.

So, why didn't your dad stop it?

He didn't know.
He was working the whole time.

He thought he was doing us a favour.

So did his partner in mine,
Karl Gerber.

His two boys were
the other half of the school.

Mari?

Mari!

The only thing she was unable
to teach was how to be human.

You know, my brother tried to
hang himself when he was a child?

I found him.

Daddy!

Daddy!

No one heard me.

So I held him on my shoulders.

Mari!

Waiting.

Mari, Aarne!

He almost died.

After that he was never the same.

Oxygen starvation.

How long did you hold him for?

Three hours, twelve minutes.

-Hi, Paddy.
-They found a second body.

Same state as the first. It's Nina.

Are you sure?

We got the autopsy report
from Briggs.

We matched it to DNA from
Nina's toothbrush at Maggie's.

Briggs says we've got
a couple of days

before the police make it public.

Oh. Okay.

-See you soon.
-You're going to tell her, right?

Not now. We need to stay in focus,
I'll call you later.

What?

Nothing, just work.

Let's go home.

Yeah.

Thank you to the Imam
and to Mr. Latif for agreeing

to this joint call
for peace and calm.

I would like to offer Mr. Latif
and his family my deepest,

deepest condolences.

Mr. Latif's son Amjad had his life
cruelly cut short

by a single stone thrown in anger

and the violence that then ensued.

Now I'm here because I want it
to be heard loud and clear.

That there's absolutely no place
in our lives,

in our religions or in our politics

for those who resort to violence.

Now because of this,

I have instructed my people
to examine and remove

any passages in Fair Rule's manifesto
that might be seen as even slightly

inflammatory.

So, we can move forward
together in peace.

Again, I offer Mr. Latif
and his family,

my prayers and my friendship.

My son was a good boy.

Our religion teaches that all will
see justice on the day of judgement.

Amjad will enter
the gardens of paradise

where there is no more death,

or sickness or sadness.

I do not wish any parent to feel
the sadness of my heart,

of my wife's heart.

I too call for peace.

Do you swear, Wallahi,
upon your life

that you had no idea about
the man paid to throw stones?

It must be spoken.

I swear.

Unbelievable.

They are really buying it.

Maybe he means it.

He's rewriting the manifesto.

Fried just wants to be elected.

And there's more votes
in going mainstream.

Suzie Hawkins.

Call her.
Let's get her story out there.

Change the narrative.

I'm asking the questions.

Well, as long as
you make me look good.

Our best work. I promise.

Suzie, if you want to reconsider,
we could come back.

But I get to say yes or no when
I see the final thing, right?

If I don't like it,
it's not going out.

-Well...
-Yeah, yes.

Of course, you can.

We'll put it out via a charity for
abused women called Sunlight.

Sounds like a detergent.

No but it has millions of followers
and once the truth is out,

Fried can't touch you.

Alright.

Showtime.

It used to be when he'd had
a few drinks, and...

soon he didn't need an excuse,
just when he felt like it.

If it isn't too upsetting,
can you tell us exactly what he did?

He'd knock me to the floor
with the back of his hand and then...

fists, feet.

Maybe a belt sometimes.

Anywhere no one could see the marks.

Clever.

And did he say anything afterwards?
Did he try to explain?

No.

You hear about that, don't you?
Men crying, and...

promising they won't do it again,
and...

No, he just thought it was normal.

Actually, He thought it was my fault.

And for a while so did I.

-Should we take a break?
-Were you afraid of him?

Oh, I was.

Terrified.

But then I realised
it was never going to stop

unless we split up or he k*lled me.

Finally, Suzie can you tell us why

you decided to make this video?

Because I don't think that
Arthur Fried was fit to be a husband,

never mind a MP.

And I thought of who I was then,
which was just...

a frightened little girl, really.

But I'm not that now.

I see you, Arthur Fried.
And now the country can too.

Suzie Hawkins, thank you.

And cut.

Thank you.

Now you need to pack a bag.

Why? I'm not going anywhere.

To a hotel,
to keep you out of Arthur's way,

and the tabloids.

Yeah, if the press misses a story,
they have to pick it apart.

She's right, Suzie.
Just for a few days until

we get this out there
and it all dies down.

How long? I look after my niece
and I'd have to let them know.

Three, four days tops.
But you can't tell this to anyone.

Not even them. Promise me.

Mini-bar, room service,

unlimited supply of those
little shampoo bottles.

You'll emerge a new woman.

Breakfast in bed?

So, you're ready to sign the
release now. Get it out of the way.

Like Suzie said, she'll want
to see the finished film.

And that is the deal, right, Mari?

Let's talk about this later.

-Yes, I'd like to see it.
-Yeah.

-Did you tell Lia? About Nina?
-No.

Nina made her choice when she ran.

We have to finish Fried.

I can't believe Lia
stopped Suzie from signing it.

I don't have time
for this kind of games.

You need time. To mourn your dad.

-Cheers.
-Cheers.

Why did Mikael go back to the mine?

He never had the time to tell me.

Just said he had
some water sample to test.

I don't suppose
your mother might know.

She has had nothing to do
with him for years.

Now she froze all his bank accounts
because he died without a will.

Well.

Guess we'll have to pay
for our own tea for a while then.

I guess so.

Hey.

-Cheers.
-Cheers.

Yes indeed!

What a Guy!

Please, do you speak English?

-You speak English?
-Of course I do.

Leave me alone.

I followed you from the house.

Go away!

I know Vanags is keeping
you locked up.

Nina told me everything.

Yes? And where is Nina now?

She's safe. Out of the country.
With a little girl.

I'm sorry.
The girl is back with us now.

Nina...

What? Where... where is she?

They brought the girl back. Not Nina.

What's your name?

Yalda.

I have friends who can help you
get away from Vanags.

-All of you.
-Like you helped Nina? Leave us be.

Devastated about what
happened to little Amjad.

We want peace, we want
the community to, you know,

pull together and try to find out
exactly what happened here,

but to suggest that our party
is in any way...

You need to take a break.

...Neo-n*zi...

Yeah.

His poll lead is increasing.

Bullshit is the new black.

I'm sorry love. Home soon.

-She should've been buried by now.
-It's not that simple, right?

This is a multiple m*rder inquiry.

So, there's a second victim. A woman?

I thought you were
supposed to be helping us.

The faceless woman is Daiga Mednis.

m*rder*d by a man called Vanags.

Now is there a second woman?

Yes.

Now how do you know that?
Did you see him do it?

Look, stop f*cking around and
come in before someone else dies.

The second woman? What's her name?

No trace.

Still using the blocker.

Because I don't think Arthur Fried
was fit to be a husband,

never mind an MP.

And I thought of who I was then,
which was...

just a frightened little girl,
really.

But I'm not that now.

I see you Arthur Fried.

Powerful, Powerful.

Let's get it about there.
You have all the clearances, yes?

Could you turn that up?

Whoever did this went to great
lengths to cover their tracks,

but the public response
has been exceptional

and with their help we've
been able to put together this

this facial reconstruction
of the second victim.

And now let's hear it from Barbara
about the tragic car accident

on the M5 earlier today,
where a young mother...

Yalda!

Clean her up.

The monster?

-I see you Arthur Fried.
-See?

-You were great.
-And now the country can too.

I'll have to sleep on it.

Why? What's wrong?
We can change the edit.

No. it's not the edit.
It's...

My life's going to change.

-You knew that.
-Look, it's my life.

It's not your life, is it?

I'll be back at nine.

We gave Vanags all our
money to get here.

He kept our passports and our phones.

If we try to leave, we will end up
like Daiga and Nina.

Okay.

When we're ready,
I'll send a text.

Have everyone ready to run.

Don't lose the phone.

Yeah, Duffy?

Okay.

Yes, I got away,
but they saw me talking to Yalda.

What were you thinking?
What the f*ck were you thinking?

I had to do something.

You shouldn't have gone
in on your own!

Okay I shouldn't, but I kept my side
of the deal and Nina is dead.

Like you said. Your crusade's done.

Freeing the rest is all I have left.

You do what you want.
Or what you're paid to.

How many women in the house?

-Six.
-Plus a girl about twelve.

When?

Tonight.

They know about Lia.
So, we move before they move them.

-Tonight?
-Yeah.

What If this goes pear-shaped
and we get nicked?

The Studio's finished,
Fried wins, and for what?

For six women and a girl who
don't have anyone else.

And we don't get a say in it?

We're just expected to follow,
is that it?

I thought this was a team.

You're all free to do
whatever you want.

But I'm going, who wants to join?

-My date got cancelled so...
-Wouldn't miss it for the world.

-What time?
-5 am.

Okay.

So, Duffy and Vanags leave
the house at about 3 am.

After that nothing happens till
about three in the afternoon,

when a goon and girl go
to the corner shop.

Only one guard?

They don't expect them to run. They
don't have anything, no passports,

phones, money. Nothing.

These lads are proper scumbags.
So, no heroics, alright?

Let's move out.

Lia, why I'm I getting
a call from you?

Yalda.

Hi, no but I'm a friend of her.

Okay, thank you. Thank you, bye.

Yalda's in intensive care.
She may not make it.

You gave her our phone?

Didn't you hear me?
They beaten her half to death.

-You gave her a studio phone?
-How else could she contact me?

-We need to get it back.
-It's a f*cking phone!

Shut up!

The police will interrogate her.

If they find the phone and they tie
it back to us, the Studio's finished.

Okay, let's go.

Immigration control,
stop right there!

Get down! If you don't do it...

Get f*cking down, now!

Pack your things, get ready.
Get out!

Move!

Go outside! Go outside!

Get down on the ground!
Put your hands behind your back!

Put your hands behind your back,
do you hear me?

-Stop whining.
-You f*cking prick!

f*ck you, you pig.

Okay, you come with me.

You should take him,
make him confess.

Leave him.

The police will be getting
an anonymous phone call.

-What?
-We don't have the equipment.

The street is waking up.
We need to go.

Do it.

Lia!

Maggie's taking the women
to her place.

We'll get them out of the country.

Yalda's out of theatre.
They don't know if she'll make it.

Take Lia to the hospital.

She needs to be there and don't
come back without the f*cking phone.