This group acts like a staff for the Traveler,
the person they've sent to Sweden to carry out the attack.
-I get so mad. Everyone's duped. -People in Sweden are afraid of religion.
-Are you Muslim? -Of course.
-A believer? -Yes.
So am I.
He's not badly hurt.
-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.
-I'll fucking kill you! -My dad's trying to kill me!
-My sick fucking dad! -Here, here. Come with me.
It says, "400 kilos artificial fertilizer."
You've been great, Pervin. I'll get you home soon. I promise.
Hello, Pervin.
Who was it?
Were you talking to the cops? In Sweden?
Who?
How much do they know?
I know why you're here.
Whore!
You're still going to die.
CALIPHATE
Yes?
-Pervin, what's happened? -I killed him.
-Who? -I had to!
-Who? -Ahmed. He...
He heard me on the phone, so I had no choice.
He raped me.
-Okay. We'll sort this out. -I'm dead.
-They'll take Latifa and execute me... -No, no, no. Calm down.
-There's blood everywhere! -We'll figure this out together, okay?
We'll figure something out.
How? How? How do I get out of this?
-Who else knows? -No one.
-Good. Where's Husam? -He's asleep.
Good, good. Where's the body? You need to get rid of it.
-How? I'm going to die! -Calm down. I'm right here, okay?
-Please, Eva. Where, where? -We'll work it out.
Listen to me. I'm right here, okay?
I'm dead. I'm dead...
You're not going to die. We'll work this out together.
The neighbor's house is empty, right? Can you dump the body there?
Think.
I don't know.
-Think! -Okay, hang on. Hang on.
-Let me think for a second! -Sure. I'm here.
-There's a well. The neighbor's well. -Okay. Okay, good.
Blood! Blood!
-Blood! -No, no, no.
-Those children... I killed them! -No, you're dreaming.
-You're sleepwalking. -Blood!
-There's no blood. -The children...
-My love, there's no blood. -Yes...
-No, you're having a bad dream. -That child...
-It will be all right in the morning. -He was only five...
-Just five years old. -Don't think about that now.
-His stomach bled so bad. -Just be quiet.
-There, there. -There was so much blood.
So much blood.
Go back to sleep. It'll be all right in the morning.
It'll be all right.
Time to get up, Kerima. There's breakfast.
It's really pretty.
-Is it on tight? -I could ride in a convertible in it.
Breakfast!
The fat guy who got shot.
At the start, just after the opening credits.
-Were you asleep already? -A fat guy? No.
We might as well sell the TV. You always fall asleep!
-Where's Sulle? -Coming.
Anyway, you'll have to watch it tonight.
Dad thinks the fat guy's scary.
You'll see, it's...
What's this?
Sulle?
What are you wearing?
-Sulle? -You know what it is.
-Take it off. -Why?
-I don't want you to wear it. -But I want to.
-I said, take it off. -You're not Muslim anymore, but I am!
Darling, we're surprised, that's all.
-When did you get it? -A while ago.
You got one, just like that?
Yes.
-No one gave it to you? -No!
-Here. How much was it? 100? 200? -Stop it!
-You're not leaving the house in that! -You can't stop me!
Wrong! It stays right here!
Shut up!
-Suleiman! -I don't want this rubbish in my home!
-Fucking infidel! -Shut your mouth!
Lisha?
-Tell me I'm right! -Violence is always wrong.
-I never hit her. -You ripped it off her head. It hurt!
So I should let her wear this to school?
Violence is violence, Suleiman!
No hijabs. Do you hear? No way!
What will you do?
Maybe you can get a new one?
-Will you be home late again? -Probably.
-Bye, love. -Bye.
-What the hell are you doing here? -Sorry, I was afraid to call.
Pervin killed Ahmed last night.
Stabbed him with a kitchen knife.
-Okay. -I don't know what happened, exactly.
But he caught her talking to me on the phone,
and then he raped her. Shit. This has gone too far.
I have to tell Sara everything,
so we can get Pervin out before they kill her.
Fucking hell.
Hi, Fatima. Thanks for coming in.
Listen, this Raqqa thing is fake.
-Fake? -Spam. Disinformation.
The same thing has cropped up in Norway, Germany, Austria...
The exact same intel, only with different names.
-And we fell for it. -But so much of it checks out.
Sure, that's their MO, mixing facts with disinformation.
-But... Hang on. Who are they? -We don't know.
-Who told you this? -Excuse me?
-That it's lies. -Why? You think I'm making it up?
-No, but why-- -You already know why.
To spread fear and waste our time, and they've succeeded.
They sent us on a goose chase. It happens.
We're dropping the Raqqa lead.
Why didn't you wake me? I've missed prayers.
I tried, but you were out cold.
-Did you get some sleep? -I have a headache.
Why don't you go back to bed? I'll make breakfast.
-No, I'm fine. -Coffee?
Yeah, thanks.
He saw the blood. He was drugged, but he remembers something.
-He said that? -No, not exactly, but I can tell.
Are you sure?
I can't do this. I'm not cut out for this.
How much longer do I have to stay?
-Hello? Are you still there? -Yes, yes, I'm here.
Listen, I have to ask you something.
Is someone telling you what to say?
What do you mean?
About the Traveler, the terror plans, the whole lot.
We receive a lot of intelligence, and much of it is false.
-You think I'm lying? -No, no.
But I need more hard evidence to stay on the case.
I need to know you're not setting me up.
I've killed a man and risked my life, and you call me a liar?
No, no, I just want to...
Pervin?
Damn it!
-So he just took it? -Yeah.
Fuck. What a bastard.
He's scared. Everyone in this country is scared of religion.
But it's your bloody hijab.
-I'll get it back. -How?
I'll defeat him. He can't win when God's on my side.
Shit.
-What's Ibbe's place like? -It's so fucking nice.
He makes coffee, breakfast...
-He takes care of me. -Cool.
He's just the sort of man I'd marry.
You know you need to quit, right?
-The cigarettes. -What?
-What, that's haram, too? -Yes.
Fuck.
Do you always do as he says?
-Yes. -No.
-What don't you do, Emil? -I oversleep and miss morning prayers.
Sorry, Abu Jibril.
I'm glad you told me. But you must try to get up every morning.
And you must do as Musafir says.
But why?
God has sent him to you.
It is him who will, step by step, lead you on to God's path
and help you become martyrs.
-And you know where martyrs end up. -Paradise.
So that path he's leading you along
will take you to paradise.
Paradise.
Damn it!
What's wrong?
I can't find the fucking charger. My phone's dead.
Can you please stop rooting around?
-Are these yours? -Why?
Are they even men's glasses?
No comment.
Did you bring a girl here?
-What was her name? -Can't remember.
Was she pretty?
She was prettier...
without glasses.
The charger's in the kitchen.
You know what?
It's time to sort things out so you can move back home.
All right?
-You haven't failed her. -Sure I have.
I questioned her, doubted her.
I was so fucking unprofessional.
-Can't you just explain it to her? -She'll never call back.
I wouldn't.
-Right. -Shit. I've lost her, Calle.
-Sure she wasn't lying? -Yes, yes.
Everything she's told me is true. I'm certain of it.
I can just feel it, okay?
She told me the truth about what happened last night.
Now she'll be found out and killed, all because of me. Shit.
What does that mean? That Sara's lying?
Yes.
Or that someone's lying to Sara.
Pervin!
Pervin! Pervin!
Yes!
I'm coming.
Stop shouting. She's asleep! What's the matter?
Ahmed's gone.
Omar called. He wants everyone there.
What's happened?
Don't know. He didn't say.
Only that he's gone.
Fuck.
Fucking drones... They're everywhere.
Want me to come?
-Salaam alaikum. -Alaikum salaam.
You can wait in the kitchen.
-The question is what to do next. -How are you, brother?
Ahmed's wife says he left home at ten. She hasn't seen him since.
-Did he say why? -No. It's not like him.
-He's often out at night. -Never this long.
-Says who? -His wife.
What about that basement on Al Daftar? He likes it there.
-Trace his phone. -There's no point. It's here.
His wife says he went out to get something.
-I'd definitely check Al Daftar. -He went right!
-Right? -Yes.
-There's nothing in that direction. -Husam, you live there.
-He wasn't at my house. -He was earlier.
-We left together. -Maybe he forgot something?
He hasn't called me. Check my phone if you don't believe me.
-Check it! -Maybe he went right to trick his wife.
Hey, this isn't a joke. Got it? Go out and ask around.
Yalla, get a move on!
Come in.
He's not here.
So, this is my room.
That's my bed.
Yes, I know, it's haram. I'm going to quit, I promise.
Where the hell have you been?
-What's that on your head? -As if you care!
I let her stay with me. Just till things calmed down a bit.
-And who are you? -Ibbe. A teacher's assistant at school.
How much?
What?
Cash. You've fed her, right?
-No, thanks. -As if you have any cash!
Shut up, you brat! I have money. I'll pay for everything.
Don't ever touch Kerima again! Do you hear me?
Ever!
-Next time I won't let go. Get it? -Yes.
-Get it? -Yes.
Tell me if he touches you again, okay? See you at school.
He walked this way. Why?
It makes no sense.
-Maybe he got mugged on the way. -But why come here?
Your eyes, Pervin...
They're so beautiful.
Thanks.
If you're lying to me, I'm going to kill myself.
-Don't say that. -But I'll kill Latifa first.
And then you.
Why do you say such terrible things?
Pervin! I thought you'd never call back.
-I don't know why I did. -I'm sorry, but this is SÄPO
and I have to verify the facts before I go any further.
I'm glad you called, so we can continue.
-So now you believe me? -I have all along. It's just that...
It's complicated. Never mind. What's going on?
They're looking for Ahmed. They'll find him.
-So we're running out of time. -We? You won't be beheaded in public.
-Your child won't lose their mother! -I know. But I need more.
-You have to access Husam's computer. -But how?
-Don't you get what I'm saying? -Yes, but I need more to get you home.
Wait, maybe there's a way.
I have an idea.
How was school?
Hello?
Hey, is everything all right?
Hello?
Sulle?
It's for your own good. That's all.
-Can't we watch something else? -But I've downloaded the latest episode.
Yes, but how about a comedy or gangster movie?
No, I want to watch The Bridge.
-Please? -Yeah, yeah.
-Let's watch it. -Sure.
No ketchup?
We haven't had ketchup in months.
-Go home, for heaven's sake. -You go home.
-I'm the boss. It's my own fault. -True.
Fancy a beer? I'm buying. No work talk.
Thanks, but I can't.
-I'm behind on the Iranians. -Leave it till tomorrow. Come on.
No, I have to finish, or I'll start losing sleep over it.
-Are you sure? -Yes.
-Fine. Tomorrow, then? -Sure.
-Don't work too late. Bye. -No. Okay, bye.
Leave, leave, leave...
Fuck!
Come on, Pervin. Call again.
Call again. Yes!
-Hi, sorry. -He fell asleep during the movie.
The computer's still switched on. What am I looking for?
Check his email.
THERE'S NO GOD EXCEPT ALLAH
I need the password.
Open the web browser and check his search history.
Got it?
It looks like he searched for shooting ranges.
Shooting ranges? Which ones?
-I have to go now. He'll wake up. -Wait, wait. Which ones?
I don't know. I've told you!
Come on, give me something.
-Hedemora. -Hedemora? Great, Pervin. Thanks.
Hedemora...
Right.
Are you both giving me the silent treatment?
Tuba, you, too?
Tuba, look at me.
What's going on?
Are you full?
Then let's go.
OLD SHOOTING RANGE CLOSED
Calle, have you seen Fatima?
Calle?
Have you seen Fatima?
Isn't she working on the Iranians?
She's not answering. Where can she be?
15-YEAR-OLD JOINS ISIS
Continue on Road 70 for 102 kilometers.
-When will you get your hijab back? -Soon.
-Just buy a new one. -He'd take it.
He has to give it back, or I won't have won.
-You're so fucking cocky. -Come on.
Hiya.
I'll ride up front.
-Where are we going? -You'll see.
Have you got a new place, or what?
It's more important than that.
Right, sisters. Here we are.
I'll drop you off here. That's my good friend Ghaddah.
She'll take good care of you.
-I'll see you at school. Okay? -Okay.
-Salaam alaikum. -Alaikum salaam.
Hi, I'm Ghaddah.
Let's go inside.
Suleika, you need a hijab.
Salaam alaikum.
I'll help you.
Pull it on. There.
Great to finally meet you. I've been looking forward to it.
You look just how I imagined. Stunning.
-Ibrahim's told me so much about you. -What did he say?
That you've found God.
And that you've shown great interest in the real Islam.
-Is that true? -Yes.
Shall we go inside?
Allah is the greatest.
God hears those who call upon Him.
Allah is the greatest.
God hears those who call upon Him.
Allah is the greatest.
-Thanks for the hijab. -Why, of course.
Welcome, come in.
Nice place. Do you live here alone?
Yes, but it's not my flat. Some friends are letting me stay here.
-I'm only staying for a few months. -Then what?
-I'm going back to the Caliphate. -Seriously?
-The Islamic State? -To al-Dawla al-Islamiya, yes.
-You've been already? -I've lived there.
-I'm only in Sweden for a short stay. -So your family's still there?
I'm a widow. Twice.
My God, how sad.
Not at all. It's my greatest joy.
My husbands are shuhada'a. Martyrs. The greatest honor there is.
-What's it like there? -I'll show you. Take a seat.
Thanks.
Here's Raqqa, the capital. That's where I live.
All the vegetables... Everything you could wish for.
The food's amazing. The flavors are so different.
Isn't there a war going on?
The men fight, but you wouldn't know it in Raqqa.
It's a magical place.
You feel closer to God than anywhere else on Earth.
-I miss it every day. -Then why are you here?
To meet Swedish sisters.
And maybe help them, if they want to live for Allah.
-There, look. See the palm trees? -God, that's amazing.
Here, look at this.
-Hi. Can I help you? -Hi. What an amazing place.
-Are you the owner? -Yep.
What are these?
Cucumbers, tomatoes, strawberries...
Awesome.
-You're Egyptian, right? -Yes, from Arish.
-You've made it in the new country. -Sure.
Great. I want to show you something.
Look.
You can't get one in al-Arish. It's impossible.
Right?
But your mum's about to get one. Habiba. That's her, right?
-What will it take to be left alone? -A small favor.
It's risk-free and you'll be paid well.
Sounds good?
What?
So what? Milo's nothing to you.
Can't he snog her somewhere else?
We just broke up. He could bloody wait.
Al-Jihad al-asghar.
Fight your inner demons. Milo's one of them. It's the only way.
-Exactly. Al-Jihad al-akbar. -Al asghar. Al-Jihad al-asghar.
-Your inner war. -Okay.
Did I tell you how small his dick is? This tiny, I swear.
-Hi, girls. You all right? -Yeah.
I'll make you a sandwich if you're hungry.
Great to see you, Kerima. It's been too long. How are you?
-Fine, thanks. And you? -I'm great.
-Work going well? -Yes. And how's school?
You know, the usual.
-Sulle? -We had a Swedish class today.
You seem hungry. Didn't you get lunch in school?
-Kerima wouldn't touch it. -That pasta was gross!
-Sulle? -But you love pasta.
-Totally over-cooked. -Fusspot.
-You're both fusspots! -No, just Kerima.
Will you stay for dinner, Kerima?
I've made meatballs. And then you can...
Here.
Happy now?
Do whatever you want with it.
-Okay? -Yeah, sure.
See? Everything will be all right. He's changed his mind.
Right, girls. Help me set the table and I'll get dinner.
You did the right thing. She has to make her own decisions.
May the peace and mercy of God...
He's the hottest one yet. It's just too much.
-What about the guy with the gun? -They're all hot! Look, proper hunks.
The blood of our brothers is our witness!
We will take our revenge on you on judgement day. Say it!
Allah is the greatest!
-Can I marry one of them if I go? -Probably.
-I'd say so. -What the fuck are we doing here?
Check him out, he's gorgeous.
Come, sister! Don't wait. Take refuge in the Islamic State.
We are waiting for you. Come and join us,
and you will see that God is with you.
Subtitle translation by Alexander Keiller