01x08 - Said the Spider to the Fly

[bunniefuu]

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.

-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 k*ll 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.

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.

Tell me your name. No, I can't quite
hear. I can't quite hear.

Tell the Gerbers, Mari says hi.
Mari Rautee, that's my name.

Here, let me help you with that.

Sod off, back to where you came from.

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, 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?

-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 and
I disguised my voice.

We are a team. We discuss things!

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.

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

about the man who hurt you.

Sometimes we would
get a bad customer.

Drunk. Rough.

Wanting things, we didn't want to do.

But there was only one
all the girls talked about.

The monster.

None of us ever saw him.

They said...

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

For one hour.

But It would be the worst hour
of our lives.

One day...

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

Her name was Daiga.

One week later it was my turn.

What? I'm busy. I'll call you later.

Get back inside.

Vanags used Nina as a nurse for us.

She was not a prisoner like us.
She helped Daiga and told her to run.

But Daiga was caught.

They made us watch. Nina too.

She could've run.
But she came back for us...

and they k*lled her.

As a punishment for me trying to run.

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...

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

The monster.

-Mari Rautee?
-Yeah.

-What's her connection?
-One-night stand. Seven years ago.

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.

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

But you know...

It will be my honour.

What would I do without you?

And what am I going to do with you?

Suzie, please pick up the phone.
I've come to apologise.

I have more things on Fried now.
Just let me in and I will tell you.

Okay, I'm on my way up.

Hey Suzie!
I would never have rele--

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 twenty tonnes of ore
to produce enough gold

for that ring you're wearing.

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

Yeah, cyanide level in water would
be around 0.2 parts per million.

Cyanide. At a level fatal to
animals. Including humans.

Welcome to the Congo of Europe.

Hey.

I did this. We did this.

You can hate me as much as you want,
and yourself if you like.

-But now, we 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 f*cking else.

Our broken promises make her k*ll
herself and all you can think of

-is your own skin.
-Who said she k*lled herself?

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.

I have just learned that
my first wife, Suzanne,

has lost her long battle
with depression...

and appears to have
taken her own life.

She was a beautiful, troubled soul.

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.

Guv, you need to see this.

First one's the 999 call from
Vanags' warehouse.

Where...? Where? I don't-- I Just--

And this one is the anonymous caller
about the victims' names.

She was a real person.

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.

-I'm already late.
-I'm not surprised.

What?

Look, Vanags was a piece of work.

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.

That we can't say we're devastated
to see him go or anything.

Me neither. But he's gone.

He just went down with
the Special Branch boys.

Okay. Thank you.

I heard someone got Vanags.
Did Paddy k*ll him?

I don't know.
It could've been anyone.

A rival g*ng, 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 f*cking 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
prost*tute. Her word against an MP.

We need more.

You need me as bait.

Exactly.

Nice to get a call from
member of parliament.

Face to face is even better. Today's
impossible. How about tonight?

-Yeah, sure.
-At the office?

How about a little more in private?
I mean, let me find somewhere.

What do you say?

I shall look forward to that, very
much.

Yeah, you should. Bye, Mr Fried.

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.

Okay. You look great. He'll melt.

I need to get away from all of you.
Find a new place.

Good luck with that.

Yes? Well that is perfect,
send him up.

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.

You do 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 spycam...

fixed to the ceiling
in Toni's room.

Who put it there?

You tell me.

Bloody David.

Possibly.

Did you know what Toni was doing?

A good leader knows everything.

So why didn't you stop her?

You're clever.

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.

Sadly, my dear.

Our pleasure must wait.

That was for the spycam
in Toni's room.

I'm sorry. I wanted to tell you.

-But I wanted to work with you more.
-Hey, hey. It's okay. It's okay.

I would've done the same thing.

But I need you to trust me.

You work for me now.
Do you understand?

Good.

We start tonight. I have some
men you need to impress.

-Your backers? They're coming here?
-No. We go to them.

-Where are they going?
-Okay.

-Maggie?
-Fine by me.

We're on our way. Yeah.

Don't lose the signal!

No, we should hurry up.
Camera is almost out of range.

f*ck, we're not getting
past those guys.

-Come on.
-Rico?

Okay just lost audio,
video's breaking.

-You remember my assistant, Lia.
-Here. got something back on track.

Hard to forget, follow me.

-What's she doing?
-Mr Fried and this beautiful lady.

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

Mr Fried,
this lady works for Mari Rautee.

No. She was with New Level,

but she's team Fried all the way now.

No, she works for Mari Rautee.

You're mistaken.

Oh no, there she is at the riot.

Oh no, there she is reporting
back to Mari.

Lia?

Tell them.

Oh god.

f*ck!

What have you done?

Control yourself Mr Fried,
is she wired?

She-- No, I checked her.

Miss Rautee is not an idiot. Is she?

Of course.
You're so predictable Mari.

Casson. Take her.

-Still nothing?
-No.

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 prost*tute. Died from
a beating Mr fried gave her.

Bollocks.

What? How?

Blood clot from the beating.

But she gave us an interview
before she died.

Make Britain great again.

That's the man.

You... lying...

bastard!

Police and protesters outside.
Someone tipped them off.

-And the media. The full circus.
-All right 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...

we know you won't use
the material on Mr Fried.

No matter how many copies you have.
Ever.

-Agreed?
-Agreed.

How could 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.

Go to hell.

I forgot you're already in there.

She probably got other copies you
know. She got what she wants now.

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 prost*tute--
-Good night, Arthur.

-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 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...

Maggie's makeup skills.
Rico hacked the death cert database,

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

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?
-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?

All right.

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?

Do you want to steal the world,
like it's a game you want to win?

You know, you're not...

You are f*cked up.

You destroyed... You're no better
than the Gerber brothers.

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.

Great.

Come on!

Arthur Fried appears
to have died instantly.

This knife, the suspected m*rder
w*apon was found at the scene.

He's getting too close.

Other evidence found, has led to the
arrest of Mister Mohammed Latif.

Mohammed Latif is
the father of Amjad Latif,

the boy who got 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

Fair Rule has joined
a new federation.

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

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

With all that money to get him
elected.

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

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 prost*tute

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.

You know what to do.