I got a call from Pervin. She only dared to speak for a little while.
But she wanted to contact Swedish police.
Okay, why?
She said they were preparing an attack on Sweden.
I didn't get the job! I didn't get it! Because of that arsehole Nadir!
-You think he has... -Of course he has!
You have to help me get out. I want to go home.
We're not fucking travel agents! You want my help, you have to help me.
-You want me to spy? -Yes. I do.
They've sent a man to Sweden to undertake a terrorist attack.
Who?
I don't know. They call him the Traveler.
Hi, Sulle. What are you up to?
Writing an article on Israel. It's just lies.
You're really brave, daring to talk about these things.
Thanks.
ANTWERP, BELGIUM
Thank you. Thank you very much.
-Thank you, sir. -You're welcome.
-Have a good evening. -You, too.
CALIPHATE
What are you doing? That's mine.
-It's mine! Let go! -Stop it!
It's mine!
Come on, let's go.
I can't. That song is just so bad.
-It's really good! -It's fucking bad! The worst song ever.
-You have Niall as your screensaver? -What do you care?
-'Cause he looks 12! -He's hot! You're full of shit!
-He looks like a kid! -He's 22! Stop!
-Who do you like, Harry Styles? -Nobody in One D.
Not since Zayn left.
-Morning, girls! -Morning.
-Can you help with the laundry later? -I have basketball.
-And you, Lisha? -Yeah, okay.
-Are you really looking at that, Dad? -You should, too. You'd learn something.
It's so whitewashed.
Finance Minister Gertrud Larsson, a word on economic development?
I think we need to introduce new taxation.
But, hey! That interests me!
-Politics? -Yes.
Are you serious? You're not into politics.
Yes, I am.
Swedish politics is just bullshit! You know that, too.
-How do you vote? -That's top secret.
It doesn't matter how you vote, all those parties want the same things.
They don't give a shit about you!
-Good that you know so much, Suleika. -But that's how it is.
-What do you vote for? -Nothing.
The weather. Is it okay if I look at the weather?
Suleiman, I want us to go to this.
-Yussef is having a party for his son. -You'll have to go without me.
No, we're going to go. And you're going to let them know.
-Who's Yussef? -Mum's cousin. He's not anyone who...
-It's his child's birthday party! -They're not like us.
They live like they're still there. I've got nothing to say to them.
But for my sake. Please?
It must mean that it's a variant of a Hanover structure.
Because this group acts like a staff
for the Traveler, the person they've sent to Sweden.
They're based in Raqqa and they plan everything from there.
They supply him with fake documents, money, passport, you name it.
-And that one's in charge? -Yes, exactly. It seems like it.
Omar Soudani. He's from Gothenburg, the others are all from Stockholm.
Then we have Husam El Kaddouri.
He worked in a travel agency before he left.
He seems to gather all the information, does research. Normal guy, clean record.
This star, however, Ahmed Mohamedi, is a childhood friend of both of them.
Convicted for grievous bodily harm, several rapes, theft and attempted murder.
A real psycho.
Do you think the Traveler is the bomber?
I don't know.
But he could be a consultant to the bomber or is both.
-And you don't know who called you? -No.
A man, fairly high-pitched voice...
Difficult to guess his age, spoke good Swedish, but wouldn't say who he was.
-Well, this is some good shit, Fatima. -Thanks.
-Was she happy? -Yes. I think she'll launch an operation.
Okay. What's the next step?
Pervin has to get into her husband's computer.
But how?
Husam?
Are you asleep?
Don't worry, it was only a dream. You had a nightmare. Go to sleep.
-Hello, Sara. -Hello, Lorentz, Nadir.
-Time to brief Nadir? -Yes. Highlight of the week.
-So, are they colleagues or terrorists? -Hard to say.
Good. You have to be on your guard.
-Goodbye. -See you.
-Anything interesting for me? -Actually, yes. Swedish Daesh fighters.
-What's that? -My military ID... for the Uthman Brigade.
We're an elite force of people from Europe.
We're special down here.
We have mobile phones, we have more money than the others, we can Skype...
-Fuck! -Hey, don't swear!
I've told you, don't swear.
So when I come down, I'll also be part of the elite group?
-That's up to Omar and Abu Jibril. -Go away! Don't talk to your brother!
-Hello, Mum. -I want to talk to Pervin.
Please, Mum, let's talk a bit.
I want to talk to Pervin!
Pervin? Pervin, Mum wants to talk to you.
Hello, Nabila. Hello, Majid. How are you?
-How is my grandchild? -She's well. She eats and sleeps well.
-She's very well. -I want to see her. Show me.
She just fell asleep. But next time, I promise.
How's Stockholm? Is the weather good?
And you, Husam?
I see everything on TV.
I see the terrorist actions.
No, Mum, it's not like that. Things are good here.
You're not doing awful things?
-Yalla, Mum. I have to go. -My son.
I see you're not well. Go and see a doctor.
-I love you. Yalla. -I want to see my grandchild!
This is an isosceles triangle, same values.
Then we have an equal-sided triangle. You should recognize this.
IBRA - Thanks for the links! Interesting! Terrible what Israel does...
Found this film. Interested to hear what you think.
Then we have this one that concerns Pythagoras' theorem,
the right-angled triangle.
This means that if you put them together...
Everyone that lives in Sweden knows we live in a democratic paradise.
There's total religious freedom in Sweden.
The problem is, it's not true.
It's a lie spread by the enemies of God.
If anyone says, "You can be a true Muslim
and vote in political elections," he's a liar.
The one that says, "You must follow Swedish law, not Sharia law,"
is not a Muslim. He's an enemy of Islam.
And in Sweden, the true teachings are forbidden.
If you go to a mosque where God's Word is preached, you will be persecuted...
-Salaam alaikum. -Alaikum salaam.
-You working nights today, Miryam? -Yes, I said so.
-How are you, Mustafa? -Thank God, I'm fine.
-Have you spoken to your father? -Yes.
-He wants to meet you. -I'm nervous.
-Me, too! -But what will he say?
-It's all gone so fast. Go ahead. -Thanks.
-I don't want anything. -It's just tea.
-But I can't sleep. I must sleep tonight. -Didn't you sleep last night?
-No, not yesterday either. -What are you doing?
I'm working.
Shall we go to bed?
Salaam alaikum, Omar. I was just going to bed.
Okay. Yes.
Hang on. Hang on.
You can go to bed.
Yes, Omar. What stopovers?
Where, what cities?
Okay. And it's for what dates?
Hang on. I'm looking.
Okay, I'll come over. Give me five minutes.
-What do you mean, stopovers? -Don't know, but he asked which cities.
I didn't hear what Omar said.
Okay, that's good. That's good. You're doing a great job, Pervin.
You're great. But do you have anything else?
Yes! I saw Husam looking at a map of Arlanda.
Arlanda!
-Okay, we have to get into his computer. -I've tried. It's not possible!
-That's not good enough. Try again. -Listen, I have to go.
Wait, wait a bit.
Does he keep notes anywhere?
-Yes, he has a notebook. -Good.
Okay. Okay, where does he keep that?
I have to hang up. I have to.
-Abu Jibril! Salaam alaikum. -Alaikum salaam, Ibrahim!
-Have you made contact with the woman? -Yes, I have. Miryam will be perfect.
Okay.
-Careful, we can't risk going too fast. -I promise, I'm not taking any risks.
Good, good. How's it going with the Frenchman?
-Well, I haven't seen it yet. -Thank you, Vlad.
Thank you.
It turned out not to be easy...
I know what you're thinking.
You're sitting and thinking a load of shit about me.
You're going to wait until I'm asleep and then kill me. Aren't you?
What are you staring at?
-Why are you staring at me? -What?
-Why are you staring, I said! -I'm not looking at you!
You want to kill me, right? When I'm asleep, right?
You'll wait until I sleep, then fucking kill me, you bitch!
-Stop it! -Won't you, you bitch!
-What the fuck are you doing? -You bitch!
I'll fucking kill you!
-No, Dad, stop! -I'll kill you, you fucking bitch!
Stop running, you bitch!
I'm going to fucking kill you!
Where are you going?
-Kerima? What? -He's trying to kill me!
-My sick fucking dad! -Calm down, what are you saying?
-He's awful. -Relax.
-He's fucking nuts! -Who?
-Dad! -What happened? Here, here.
-Thanks. -My car's right here.
It'll be okay.
-Can I really borrow this shirt? -Of course. You can have it if you want.
-Nice! Thanks. -No problem.
-There's tea if you want. -Thanks.
-Is this your team? -Yes, it is.
The Desert Eagles. The worst team in the whole of Cairo!
Although, our fans were totally mad.
They fought with planks with nails sticking out!
That's really nuts!
Listen...
If I can ask. What's the deal with your dad?
He was in Chechnya and was totally fucked up by the war.
When Mum was alive it was a bit better, but now he's screwed.
Sounds really tough.
Are you making the bed for me?
No, not at all. I'm making it for myself. You're a guest.
-You sleep in the bedroom. -That's nice.
-Thanks. -No problem.
-How's Calle? -As usual.
-Is he back from sick leave? -He is, but I'm not sure how he's doing.
-He keeps going over it. -Jamilla?
I mean, they were really close.
They hung out in town and met for coffee.
He thought he'd stopped her radicalization,
so it was a total shock when she left.
He goes over it again and again in his head and thinks it's his fault.
-We've lost another girl. -Really?
17 years old. She barely knows what the Qur'an is.
She left for Syria on Wednesday.
-Did you know her? -Not really. But, you know...
Hi, Sulle. Come in.
Was it hard to find?
-No. -Good.
-Hi, Sulle. -Hello. What are you doing here?
I don't want to be home when Dad's being psycho.
Ibbe said I could stay here as long as I want. Check it out. I'm going to nail it!
Not like that. I'll show you.
Here are the shoes you wanted.
Thanks.
-What are you wearing? -Ibbe lent them to me.
I'll get some clothes for you in town.
-It's fine. I have my own money. -We have to go to school.
-I'll hurry up. -Okay.
Thanks for the links. I've been looking at them every night.
Me, too.
I learnt a lot about Palestine. Didn't know it was so bad.
I know, it's terrible.
-Thanks for the links you sent. -You read them? What did you think?
I get so mad. Everyone's so fucking duped.
They think the police are heroes. But they persecute Muslims.
-People in Sweden are afraid of religion. -Yes.
-Are you Muslim? -Of course.
-A believer? -Yes.
So am I.
-Shall we go? -Sure.
Annika Hermansson wondered when you could deliver your findings.
-Things are happening. -Findings?
You know. The Iranian cultural foundation.
-Are you kidding me? -No.
I'm working on the Raqqa thing.
What, you've just chosen not to do it?
Well... yes.
You continue to put me in a difficult position. You can't just ignore your work.
Put everything else aside and concentrate on the Iran report.
How can checking tax returns be more important?
But it's not you that decides priorities. Is it?
Okay, my brothers.
These are dummy rounds. That is, ammunition for training.
Today, we'll go through the steps we've worked on.
-Understood? -Yes!
These cones represent a door. In reality, they have the same dimension
and are made up of two automatic sliding glass doors.
Emil, there and through the door.
It feels like it's falling apart here, Abu Jibril. I have only you to talk to.
-You should talk to your brothers. -They mock me. I can't talk to them.
You know what I think? I think God has given you a great gift.
What?
To test you.
He's given you the opportunity to show him that you, Husam,
-are so strong in your faith... -Can you make her stop?
I can't. She has a tummy ache or something.
-Here, you take her. -One second, Abu Jibril.
Sorry, Abu Jibril.
It was Latifa. She's growing. Alhamdulillah.
Yes. What was I going to say?
I have to work.
-Hello, Pervin. -Hello. I can't read it.
-I can't see anything. -What? If you want help--
He has terrible handwriting.
It's just scrawls and scribbles. What should I do?
You have to give me something I can use.
-I have to hang up. -Wait, we have to solve this.
Take photos of the notes. Photograph them and send them to me.
Okay, okay.
Shit, this has to give me something.
She said that they'd looked at layout diagrams of Arlanda Airport.
And Sara's still going on about the damn Iranians.
I don't know why she doesn't just let me do my job.
-You think Nadir is involved? -Of course he is.
Nadir says to Sara, Sara says to me. He's trying to punish me.
If I'd known it would be like this, if I'd known that...
it'd be hell, I'd never have reported Lorentz or gone to internal affairs.
-It was a misunderstanding. -It was fucking suicide!
-I would have done the same. -No, you wouldn't have.
Can you stay?
Yes... Why not?
You know why.
I can't call Frida now and...
Please, try to smile.
-Hello! -Salaam alaikum!
Welcome! You honor us. Please. Samir, come and say hello.
-Come here! -Hello!
Please come in!
-Hey, man! Are you sitting here alone? -Yes, I'm sitting here.
So, Suleiman. Tell me, you have two daughters, right?
That's right, yes. Suleika, who is 15, and Lisha, who is 13.
-They've made my hair grey! -You know, you have to keep a tight rein.
You know that my son, Samir, would like to get married.
He's a little old-fashioned.
He wants a woman who is like him, who knows our traditions.
We want to be related to you.
Do you understand what I mean?
Hi, Sulle. Come in.
-You want coffee, tea? -No, thanks.
-Juice? -Yes, please.
-Soft. Are you hungry? -No, I'm okay.
Thanks.
Ibbe! Check out my hijab. It's fucking beautiful!
-Check it out, Sulle! -Wonderful!
-Like Umm Karim. -Who's that?
She was England's most wanted. Killed three cops while pushing a pram.
She was an ex-model.
Allah is the greatest, you Christian pigs!
Turn it down!
Sorry, I've watched too many of Ibbe's films.
-Get a hijab, too. You'd look great! -Sure.
-Dad would kill me if I covered myself. -Too bad.
-Shall we go? -Bye.
-No answer. Do you know where he is? -Ahmed?
-You know where he is? -His friend found some Yazidi women.
Bullshit!
Okay, we'll start without him. Husam, what flights have you found?
-I found one from Baghdad-- -Good morning, brothers. What's up?
Why are you late?
-Overslept, my phone... -Shut up, you get it!
You're a real pig! You have a wife at home! Husam, go on.
Yes. As I said, one goes from--
Shit, that was close.
How are you, Husam? Nervous, brother?
Calm down. Go on.
Omar, it was a drone, there could be another. We have to go to the shelter!
Husam! Are you afraid to die?
Omar, I can't. We must go to the shelter!
Trust in Allah.
-Omar, can't we... -Take it easy!
We have to go to the shelter! We have to...
Husam, come back!
-Husam, he's hit. -Husam!
Pervin! Pervin! Open the door, hurry!
We've been attacked by a drone.
Open the door!
Husam, I'll get the shrapnel out.
Look at us.
Pervin? Fetch the first aid!
It's not serious, Husam. Take it easy.
Shit. What happened?
Tweezers. I have to get the glass out.
-How are you? -No problem, it'll be fine. He'll live.
He's just in shock.
I'm here. Husam, I'm here.
Bring towels and hot water.
Husam, it's okay. You can't pass out.
-Do you need help? -You shouldn't be here.
-He's not badly hurt. -Here.
Let me give you something.
-Here. -What's that?
I know he can't sleep. Give him two and he'll sleep like a baby.
-Your eyes. Are they still beautiful? -Get out of here.
The whole chapter. Check the whole chapter.
-Okay, bye. -Bye.
-Hello, girls. -Hello.
Sulle... Listen.
-I have something for you. -What?
-Open it when you get home. -Okay.
You and Kerima, do you look at a lot of films?
Quite a bit, but different kinds of films.
Like what?
Well, Sulle, you...
You have...
a different depth.
You know, you think more. You're deeper than Kerima.
-You have more sense of religion. -You think so?
It feels like I know nothing. I don't even know how to pray.
-Do you pray? -There's nothing better.
Mum taught us to pray when we were small, but I don't remember.
Can you teach me?
To pray?
There's a prayer room. No one uses it.
Of course.
Forehead to the floor, your hands by your ears.
-And then, down to the floor. -Okay.
-Then we say, "Glory..." -"Glory..."
-"...be to my supreme lord." -"...be to my supreme lord."
Perfect! Okay.
-Allah is the greatest. -Allah is the greatest.
-Glory be to my supreme lord. -Glory be to my supreme lord.
They're out of focus. You can't see anything.
-Can't you make them clearer? -The camera's bad.
-It's an old telephone. -We'll have to do it in another way.
Get hold of his notebook again and we'll go through it together.
I can't just call all the time. Do you know what would happen--
Pervin, call tonight. Bye.
Thank you, daughter. Go now.
You were married before. Correct?
Yes. I was married three years ago.
We were very happy. But my wife died.
She died in a car accident.
-There's no strength outside of God. -Praise him.
You know that she cannot become pregnant and have children like other women?
What I'm looking for is a simple life according to God's will.
That's why I wish to marry.
-He likes you. -I like him, too. He's...
-He's a good man. -But I don't think he really understands.
I don't think I understand, either. Is this really happening?
It's happening.
We'll have a good life, you and me. I promise you.
All my life I've had two wishes. One was to marry. I thought I never would!
Until you came.
And the second wish?
Revenge.
To take revenge for everything that's happening to Muslims around the world.
I think you'll get your revenge, Miryam.
-Mum wants you to make a salad. -Okay.
-I heard Kerima's staying at Ibbe's? -You can't talk about that!
-Are they together? -No, they're not.
-Is this from Ibbe? -Yeah... You can look.
Did you speak to my cousin and thank him for the invitation?
Yes.
-Seriously, you have to. -Chill out.
You can't say that. If you say that and someone hears, I'll have to kill you!
Okay.
Why don't you like them? What's wrong with them?
They're not good people.
They hate so much. They just hate and hate.
They were happy and thanked God when they attacked
that newspaper in Paris, Charlie Hebdo.
-What about it? -What?
I think they're heroes. That newspaper violated Islam.
It insulted Muslims. It's good they died.
Don't you think so, Mum?
I don't know anything about politics.
That's what I think.
Suleika... Chill out.
You're not funny. You're just sad.
Yes, hello.
-I've given him tablets of some kind. -Okay.
-He can't be woken. -Okay, good.
-We'll hurry. You have the notebook? -Yes, it's here.
-Okay. -Then we'll see...
It's so hard to see what he's written.
Can you see anything? Anything at all?
Let's see. Here's something. Some abbreviations.
Let's see. "ARN-LHR."
-Okay, those are airports. -Yes.
Then it's "BGW-ARN" again.
-Baghdad to Arlanda. Okay. -Then there's "Miryam."
I can't really see. Here's a list, hang on...
"400 kilo art" or "arl."
"201 diesel."
-Then it says "C4." -C4?
-Or is it "L4"? -Did you say C4?
-Yes. -Okay, C4. Go up to the first line.
Could it be "artificial fertilizer"?
Yes, it's exactly that. "400 kilos artificial fertilizer."
Okay.
Yes. This is a bomb.
What kind of bomb?
A really big bomb.
Okay, really good.
I'll make sure you get home.
-Okay. -Okay.
-Goodnight. We'll be in touch. -Goodnight.
-Bye. -Bye.
Hello, Pervin.
Who were you talking to?
Nobody.
Subtitle translation by: Alexander Keiller