[Dolores] I got a phone call yesterday.
From Pervin.
She couldn't talk for very long,
but she said she wanted to contact the Swedish police.
Okay, but why?
She said they're preparing an attack on Sweden.
-[Fatima] I didn't get the job. -Why?
I didn't get the job. Because of that fucking cunt.
-What? -Nadir.
-[Calle] So, you think he... -[Fatima] But of course, he has.
[Pervin] You have to help me get away from here.
-I want to come home. -[Fatima] Listen.
We're not a fucking travel agency.
If you want my help, you have to help me. Okay?
[Pervin] Are you saying you want me to spy for you?
Yeah. I do.
[Pervin] They've sent a man to Sweden to carry out a terrorist attack.
[Fatima] But who?
I don't know, but they call him the Traveller.
[Ibbe] Ah, Sulle.
What are you up to?
I'm doing a fucking article on Israel.
It's all a pack of lies.
You've got guts, you know, to speak about all these things.
Thanks.
[theme music]
[Duchamps] Timbuktu, Mali.
Coptic church in Cairo, Egypt.
Yazidi temple in Nineveh Province.
People ask us if we are witnessing a cultural genocide.
But the answer is no.
We are witnessing several different cultural genocides.
But thanks to your donations,
ANTWERP, BELGIUM
the CGW network has been able to rescue, not only manuscripts
and art objects,
but also individuals of crucial importance
for the cultural heritage of these threatened minorities.
You make it possible for these cultures
to live on.
[audience applauding]
[Duchamps in French] Thank you.
Thank you very much.
-Great presentation. -Ah. Thank you.
-Thank you so much. -You're welcome.
-Mr Duchamps? -Yes?
Good evening.
I'm George Barakat.
I sent you an e-mail the other week.
-Yes, yes, from Sweden, right? -Exactly.
Ah. I got your e-mail.
Yeah, well, I am a huge admirer of your work.
The things the CGW have done throughout the Middle East.
"Barakat" sounds Coptic.
It is. Egyptian Coptic.
Oh. Thank you.
Thank you.
-We fled Egypt in the '90s. -Ah.
Um, so, Mr Barakat, what can I do for you?
[Ibbe] Well...
I have a suggestion.
CALIPHATE
[hip-hop music playing on radio]
[Sulle] What are you doing?
That's mine.
It's mine.
-Let go! -Let it go.
It's mine, Lisha.
[hip-hop music playing on radio]
[Lisha] Come on.
[chuckles] Okay, okay.
[upbeat music playing]
[both giggle]
I can't take it anymore.
That song is just so bad.
-[Lisha] It's really good. -It's so fucking bad.
It's embarrassing.
Do you have Niall as your screensaver?
Why do you care?
Because he looks like he's 12!
Okay, he's the best-looking in the whole band.
'Cause you're a paedophile.
-He's a little boy. -He's 22!
-He's 22. -He looks like a boy.
-Which one do you like then, Harry Styles? -No.
I never once fancy anyone in 1D.
Not since Zayn left.
-Good morning, girls. -Good morning.
-Can you help me with the laundry tonight? -I've got basketball.
How about you, Lisha?
[Lisha] Yeah, yeah.
[Sulle] Are you seriously watching this, Dad?
Hm. You should, too, you'd learn something.
[reporter] ...and, Minister...
Swedish lies.
And Finance Minister Gertrud Larsson,
what do you think of the economical developments?
Well, I think we need to implement certain taxes.
[both laugh]
[reporter] ...with minister Jonas Sjöstedt, who has argued...
Whoa. Hey!
I'm interested in that.
-In politics? -Yeah.
Are you serious?
-You're not interested in politics. -Oh, yeah.
Swedish politics is just bullshit.
You know that too.
Who did you even vote for?
Well, that's top secret.
[Lisha chuckles]
It doesn't matter who you vote for.
All Swedish parties want the same things.
They don't give a shit about you.
-[Tuba] Hm. -Mm.
It's great you know so much about everything, Suleika.
But that's the way it is.
[Sulle] Who do you vote for, then?
Nobody. [chuckles]
[Suleiman] Weather? Is it okay if I watch the weather?
Suleiman? I really want us to go.
Yussef's having a birthday party for his son.
Oh. You'll have to go without me.
No. We are going.
And you're going to say yes.
-[Lisha] Who's Yussef? -Mom's cousin.
-He's not someone who I... -Ah.
But it's a celebration for his son.
They're not like us, Tuba. They live like they're still there.
I have nothing to say to them.
Mm. But for my sake?
Be nice, okay?
[Fatima] It seems to suggest a variant of a Hanover structure.
This group works like a sort of support staff, for the Traveller,
you see, he's the guy they've sent off to Sweden, yeah?
They're based in Raqqa, do all the planning,
they supply him with false papers, money, passport, you name it.
And him there, he's the boss?
Yeah, exactly. That's how it seems.
Omar Soudani. He's from Gothenburg, all the rest are from Stockholm.
So then, Husam El Kaddouri,
who worked at a travel agency for a few years before he left.
He's the one that collects information, does all the research.
Pretty normal guy. No criminal record.
Then here, this man now,
Ahmed Mohamedi, childhood friend of both of them, all right.
He went down for grievous bodily harm, rape, theft, and attempted murder.
[clicks tongue] A total psycho.
Do you think that this Traveller is the bomber?
[clicks tongue, sighs heavily]
I just don't know.
Uh, he could be working as a consultant
to the main man, or maybe he's both.
And you have no idea who it was that ringed you?
No. A man, and, uh...
quite a light voice.
It's hard to guess his age,
spoke good Swedish, and didn't want to say who he was.
[Sara] Well, this is good shit, Fatima.
[snickers] Thanks.
[phone rings]
Is she satisfied?
[Fatima] Mm. Yeah. I think she's going to open an operation.
Okay. What's the next step?
Pervin has to get into his computer.
[Calle] How, then?
Husam.
Are you asleep?
-[thumps] -[groans]
[foreboding music]
[foreboding music continues]
[gasps]
[Pervin shushes]
Don't worry. It was just a dream.
It's just a nightmare.
Sleep.
[smooches]
[indistinct chatter]
-Ah. -Hi, Sara.
[Sara] Hi, Lorentz. Hi, Nadir.
Is it time to brief Nadir?
[Sara] Yeah.
Highlight of the week.
What's in that one, then?
Colleagues or some terrorists?
You never know.
That's good.
Got to be on your guard.
-Goodbye. -See you.
So, anything interesting for me?
Yeah, just some Swedish IS fighters.
[Majid] What's that?
It's my military ID.
-It's for the Uthman brigade. -[Majid] Right.
We're an elite team,
-with only people from Europe. -[Majid scoffs]
We're very special here.
-We have mobile telephones, -[Majid] Yeah.
we have more cash than the others, we get to Skype,
-we have better weapons... -[Majid] Fuck...
Hey, don't swear.
I've told you. Don't swear.
So... so, when I get out there,
I'll be the guy of the group, yeah?
You'll have to talk to Omar and Abu Jibril.
[Nabila in Arabic] Go away!
Do not talk to your brother.
[in English] Hi, Mama.
[Nabila in Arabic] Call Pervin, I need to talk to her.
[in English] Listen, Mama,
can we just talk a little bit?
[Nabila in Arabic] Call Pervin.
I need to talk to her.
Pervin!
[in English] Pervin! Mama wants to talk to you.
[Pervin] Hi, Nabila. Hi, Majid.
How are you?
[in Arabic] Good. How's my grandchild?
[Pervin] She's great! She's eating well, sleeping well.
She's just beautiful.
[Nabila in Arabic] I want to see her. Show me.
[Pervin] She's just fallen asleep.
But next time, I promise.
How's Stockholm? Is the weather nice?
[Nabila in Arabic] And you, Husam...
We see everything that's happening on the television.
We see the terrorist actions. How can you deal with them?
[in English] No, Mama, it's not like that.
We're doing well.
[in Arabic] How can you execute such terrible actions?
[in English] Well, Mama, I must go, huh?
[Nabila in Arabic] But, my son...
you don't seem okay, you should see a doctor.
-Okay, Mom, I love you... -I want to see my grandchild.
Okay, bye.
SULLE 2 NEW MESSAGES
[reporter 2] When the Israeli tanks rolled into the Gaza Strip,
they were consciously targeting hospitals, schools, and nurseries.
[scoffs]
[teacher] Everybody, listen up now. Pay attention.
-We go to the... -[indistinct chatter]
You should know this one.
It has equal sides and equal angles.
IBBE: THANKS FOR THE LINKS! INTERESTING! SO DISGUSTING WHAT ISRAEL IS DOING.
And then we have this one...
a right angle.
[teacher] So, this square at the bottom...
[cleric on video] Everyone that lives in Sweden
knows that we live in a democratic paradise.
That there's complete freedom of religion in Sweden.
The problem is, that it isn't true.
It's a lie spread by the enemies of God.
Those who follow Islam,
and at the same time, vote in political elections, are liars.
And the one that says, as Muslims,
you should follow Swedish laws and not sharia,
he is not a Muslim,
he is Islam's enemy.
In Sweden, true teachings are forbidden.
If you go to a mosque where they teach the word of God,
you and your family will be persecuted.
[in Arabic] Peace be with you.
Peace be with you too.
[in English] You working nights, then, Miryam?
-Yes, that's what I do. -Okay.
[in Arabic] How are you, Mustafa?
I'm fine. Uh...
[in English] Have you talked to him?
Yeah.
He wants to meet you.
Oh, I'm nervous.
[Miryam] Me too.
[Ibbe] What will he say? Everything has been so fast...
[Miryam] It will be all right.
No more.
It's just tea.
I know. I've got a headache.
Didn't you sleep last night?
No, I can't.
[Pervin] What is it?
Nothing.
Shall we get to bed, then?
[cell phone ringing]
[ringing continues]
[in Arabic] [Husam] Peace be with you, Omar.
[in English] I was just about to go to bed.
Okay.
Yes. Uh...
Just a second. One second.
Good.
You can go to bed.
Yes, Omar.
Where are the stopovers?
Which places? Which cities?
Okay. What are the dates?
Wait, I'll see...
Okay. I'll come over. Give me five minutes.
What do you mean, stopovers?
[Pervin] I don't know, but Husam asked which cities,
and I didn't hear what Omar said.
Okay, okay. Right, right, right.
Listen, you're doing a fantastic job, Pervin.
You're completely amazing.
[Fatima] Do you have anything else?
Hm. Yes. I saw Husam looking at a map of Arlanda.
[Fatima] Arlanda?
Okay. We need to get into that laptop. [sighs]
[Pervin] I've already tried. I can't.
[Fatima] It's not enough, Pervin. You have to think of something.
Listen, I've really got to go. I can't talk anymore.
[Fatima] Wait. Wait a minute.
Uh... Fuck. Does he...
Is there anything he writes on sometimes?
-[Pervin] He keeps a notepad. -Okay, great.
Okay, okay. Where is it?
I'm sorry, I really have to hang up on you, okay? I must go.
[blows air]
[indistinct chatter on TV]
[rain pattering]
[cell phone ringing]
[in Arabic] [Ibbe] Abu Jabril! Peace be with you.
[Abu Jabril] And peace be with you, Ibrahim.
[in English] Have you made contact with the woman yet?
[Ibbe] Yes, we've had contact. Miryam will be the perfect...
[Abu Jabril] But be careful, Ibrahim.
We really can't risk compromising this operation, okay?
I promise. I don't take risks.
[Abu Jabril] Good. Good. And what about the Frenchman?
Is that all you have?
[indistinct chatter on TV]
[Sjamil in Russian] I know what you're thinking.
You're fucking sitting there thinking all this fucking shit about me.
You whore. You're waiting for me to fucking fall asleep,
and then you'll fucking want to kill me, don't you?
Why are you looking at me?
Why the hell are you staring?
[in English] What?
[Sjamil in Russian] I'm saying, why are you looking at me?
[in English] I'm not looking at you.
[Sjamil in Russian] You're thinking of stabbing me, right?
In my sleep, right?
You're fucking waiting for me to fall asleep,
and then fucking stab me, you cunt?
[in English] Stop it!
[in Russian] Where are you going? Stop there, you cunt!
Bitch!
What the fuck are you doing?
-Cunt! -What the hell are you doing?
-Fuck! -You bitch!
-No! -No, Dad, stop!
-You know about that! You bitch! -Stop it!
-[whimpering] -[Sjamil shouting]
[panting]
-[Sjamil grunts] -[metal clanks]
[Sjamil mumbles]
[Sjamil screams]
-[Kerima gasps] -Whoa, whoa, whoa.
-Kerima? -That fucking psycho is trying to kill me.
-[Ibbe] What? -My sick fucking father.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. What are you talking about?
He's insane!
-[Ibbe] Who? -[pants]
He's fucking nuts.
-Who? -[Kerima] My dad.
What happened, eh? Come here.
-Thanks. -Look, my car is over here.
Okay? It'll be all right. You'll be all right.
Can I really borrow this shirt?
[Ibbe] Of course. You can keep it too, if you like.
That's kind. Thanks.
-[Ibbe] There's tea if you want. -Yeah, thanks.
So, is this your team?
[Ibbe] Huh. Yes, it is.
The Desert Eagles, the worst team in all Cairo!
Although...
our fans were completely insane.
They fought with, uh, planks that had nails in them.
[Ibbe snickers]
Shit, that's sick.
[Ibbe] So, now...
if I can ask,
what's the deal with your dad?
So...
he was in Chechnya, and got completely fucked up by the war.
Back when Mom was alive, it was a bit better,
but now he's totally fucked up.
-Sounds really tough. -Mm.
Are you doing that for me?
[Ibbe] No, no, not at all.
I'm making it for myself.
Please, you're a guest, you get the bedroom.
That's so nice. Thanks.
[Ibbe] No problem.
How's Calle, by the way?
Same as ever.
Is he back from sick leave yet?
Yeah, he is, but...
I'm not sure how he's doing, really.
He thinks about it all the time.
-Jamila? -[Fatima] Yeah.
Let's try the other one.
They were really close.
Hung out in town, had coffee...
Calle thought he had stopped her radicalization,
so it came as a total shock when she left.
He keeps going over and over in his head
and he thinks it's his fault.
We've had another departure, you know.
Really?
[Dolores] So young.
Seventeen. Hardly knows what the Quran is.
Wednesday, she took off for Syria.
[Fatima] Did you know her?
Not really.
But you know...
Hi, Sulle. Come in.
[hip-hop music playing on radio]
[door closes]
[Ibbe] Was it hard to find?
No.
[Ibbe] Good, good.
[hip-hop music playing on radio]
-[thumping] -[panting]
Hi, Sulle.
Hi.
What are you doing here?
[Kerima] I don't want to be at home, my dad's a total psycho.
Ibbe says I can stay here as long as I need to, so...
Check it out, I'm going to nail this one. [grunts]
[Ibbe] That sucked. Come on, I'll show you how to do it.
-[zipper rasps] -Here are the shoes you asked me for.
[Kerima] Thanks.
What are you wearing?
It's Ibbe's stuff. I'm borrowing it.
[Ibbe] I'll, uh, get you some clothes later when I'm in town.
[Kerima] It's okay, I don't have any money anyway.
We have to go to school.
-I'll come with you, then. -Good.
-[door closes] -[Ibbe] Thanks for the links.
I've been checking them every night, actually.
[Sulle] Me too.
I've learned so much about Palestine. I didn't know it was so bad.
I know. It's just terrible.
Thanks for the links you sent.
[Ibbe] Did you read them?
What did you think?
It makes me so angry, you know.
How everyone's fooled.
Those that are in power just pretend police are heroes,
but they're persecuting Muslims.
Yeah, people in Sweden are afraid of religion.
[Sulle] Yeah.
Are you a Muslim?
-Absolutely. -[Ibbe] I mean, a believer.
Yeah.
Me too.
[door opens]
-[Kerima] Shall we go? -Yeah.
[door closes]
-[Sara] Hey, you. -[Fatima] Yeah.
[Sara] Annika Hermansson was wondering when you can make a presentation.
Things are starting to move.
Uh, what about?
[Sara] Oh, come on, Fatima. The Iranians, the cultural association.
-Are you having me on? -[Sara] No.
But you know I'm working on Raqqa here.
[Sara] So you just not bothered to do it?
Well, I suppose... no.
[gasps]
Now, you're putting me in an extremely difficult position.
You can't just ignore the assignment you've been given.
You have to put everything else to one side
-and focus on the Iran report. -But surely, this is more important
than going over a whole load of tax returns.
[Sara] But it is not up to you to prioritize as you like.
Okay?
[Sara sighs]
-[Ibbe] Okay, my brothers. -[cocks gun]
[Ibbe] These are blanks.
As in blank ammunition, used for training.
Today,
we're going over everything we've worked on so far.
You got it?
-[Jacob] Yeah. -[Emil] Yes.
These two cones
represent the door.
In fact, it has exactly these measurements,
and there are two automatic sliding doors made of glass.
Emil, this is your door. Come.
[indistinct chatter]
[foreboding music]
[baby wailing]
[Husam] It feels like I'm cracking up, Abu Jabril.
And you're the only one I can talk to.
Husam, you should talk to your brothers.
They don't respect me.
I can't talk to them anymore.
I'm gonna say this to you.
I think God has given you a great gift.
What do you mean by that?
[Abu Jabril] He's testing you.
He's giving you an opportunity to show that you, Husam,
are so strong in your faith, that you have...
Can't you shut her up?
No, I can't. I've tried. She's got a tummy ache or something.
Here, you take her. Go on.
[Husam] One second, Abu Jabril.
[baby wailing]
[Husam] I'm sorry, Abu Jabril.
It's Latifa, she...
She's growing. [chuckles]
[Husam] Uh, what I was going to say?
[baby gurgles]
[Husam talking indistinctly]
[shushes]
[Husam] Yes, hang on a second. I'll show you.
Just a minute, just a minute.
[Pervin shushes]
[Husam] I'll help you with her later, okay?
[baby wailing]
[Fatima] Hi, Pervin.
[Pervin] Hi, I can't read what it says.
I can't see anything.
[Fatima] Uh, okay.
He's got the worst handwriting you've ever seen.
It's just a complete mess, what do you want me to do?
[Fatima sighs] I'm not sure. I can't think right now.
Listen, I have to hang up now.
[Fatima] Wait. Can you take a photo?
Photograph it and send it to me. Can you do that?
-Pervin? -Okay. Okay, okay.
[Fatima] Okay.
Oh, fuck. This damn thing's not getting any clearer.
She says that they have, um, all of these maps they've got over Arlanda.
-Mm-hm. -[Calle] Mm.
And Sara is still talking about her damn Iranians.
[Fatima] And why the fuck doesn't she just let me get on with my job?
Well, you think that Nadir has something to do with it?
Of course, he has. Nadir tells Sara, Sara tells me. Of course, that's it.
He's just trying to punish me now.
If I realized this was going to happen, if I had known that...
that I'd have to go through this hell, then, of course, I'd never have done it.
I wouldn't have reported Lorentz, there'd had been no investigation.
[Calle] Well, it was... it was a misunderstanding.
It was a fucking career suicide, that's what it was.
[Fatima groans]
[sighs]
I would've done the same.
No, you wouldn't have.
[gloomy music]
Can you stay here?
Yeah?
Why not?
You know why I can't.
I can't call Frida now, she's at...
[sighs]
[indistinct chatter]
Come on. Please.
[indistinct chatter, laughter]
[in Arabic] Hello.
[man 1] Peace be with you.
Welcome.
We're honoured to have you here. Come, Samir, let's greet them.
-Peace be with you, hello. -Hello, come on.
Hello.
Thank you.
♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
♪ Happy Birthday to Malek ♪
♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
[all applaud, cheer]
[sighs heavily]
[man 1 in Arabic] Where have you been, man?
You're sitting here all alone.
Yes.
[man 1] Yes, Suleiman.
Talk to me. You have two daughters, is that right?
Right.
Suleika, 15, and Lisha, 13.
They always act up.
As you know, a man should always hit his children.
You know, my son Samir wants to get married.
He's old-fashioned.
And he wants a girl who knows our customs like he does.
So... [clears throat]
we want to marry into your family.
You understand me, right?
[bell dinging]
[door opens]
[Ibbe] Hi, Sulle. Come in.
Would you want coffee, or tea?
[Sulle] I'm all right, thanks.
-Juice? -Yeah, thanks.
[Ibbe] No problem. Are you hungry?
No. I'm fine.
Thanks.
[Kerima] Ibbe!
Check out my hijab!
It looks fucking amazing!
[Kerima laughing]
-Check it out, Sulle. Check it out. -Oi, oi, oi.
Wonderful, you look like Umm Karim.
-Who's that? -She was England's most wanted killer.
[Ibbe] Shot three police dead while wheeling a baby in a pram.
She was an ex-model.
[hip-hop music playing]
Allahu akbar, you Christian pigs!
[Sulle] Lower the volume.
Turn the volume down!
[music stops]
Obviously watched too many of Ibbe's films.
Why don't you get a hijab yourself?
-You'd look great in it. -Yeah, right.
My dad would kill me if I did that.
That's a shame.
Should we go, then?
See you.
[door opens]
[door closes]
[line ringing]
-[phone clanks] -There's no answer.
Where is he?
[Fadi] Ahmed? [blows raspberries]
You know where he is?
A friend of his found some Yazidi women, eh?
[Khalaf] Haram.
[Omar] Okay, we'll carry on without him. Husam, what flights have you found?
-Uh, there was one from Baghdad... -[door opens]
[Ahmed] Good morning, brothers.
[Omar] Why are you late?
I overslept. My alarm--
[Omar] Shut up! Do you hear?
You're a total pig.
You have a wife.
Husam, go on.
[Husam] Yes, as I said, one leaves from...
-[distant explosion] -[all gasp]
Hey, that was close. [chuckles]
[Khalaf] How are you feeling, Husam, huh?
Getting jumpy, brother?
Calm down. Go on.
Omar, we have to go to...
It was a drone. There could be another one.
-We have to go to the shelter. -[Omar] Are you afraid of dying?
You know where it is, right?
Omar, I can't, we have to go to the shelter.
[Omar] Pull yourself together.
-[distant explosion] -[gasps]
Omar, I can't...
-[Khalaf] Take it easy, Husam. -We have to go to the shelter!
-We have to go! -Husam, sit back down!
-Husam, come back! -[indistinct chatter]
Husam, come back!
-[explosion] -[all gasp]
[indistinct chatter]
-[Ali] Pervin! -[banging on door]
[Ali] Pervin! Open the door and cover yourself! Hurry up!
Quickly! We got attacked by a drone!
-Quick! Quick! -[Ahmed] Let's go.
-[Husam groaning] -[Ahmed and Ali grunting]
Down here, down here.
[Husam groaning]
[Ahmed] Stay with us.
Pervin, come quickly!
[Husam groans]
-[Ahmed] Pervin. Pervin! -[Ali] It's okay.
Get the first aid box.
[Husam groaning]
[Ali] Stay with me.
Look at us. Okay, okay.
That's it. Here.
[Pervin] What happened?
Give me the tweezers, I need to remove the glass.
[Pervin] Husam, are you all right?
-What happened? -It's all right.
It's going to be okay. He'll make it. He...
He's just in a state of extreme shock.
I'm here. I'm here, darling. I'm here. It's okay, my love. It's okay.
-Towels. Get towels and hot water. -[Pervin] Okay.
I'll be right back.
[Ali] Stay still.
-[Husam groaning] -[Ali] Easy. Easy, easy.
All right. I need you to hold still.
-[Ahmed] Come on. -[Husam groaning]
[Ali] Stay with us, Husam. It will be all right.
You're going to make it. You'll pull through.
Do you need help?
You shouldn't be in here.
He's... he's not badly hurt.
[Pervin] Here.
I'm going to give you something.
-[rasping] -Here.
[Pervin] What is it?
[Ahmed] I know he can't sleep.
Give him two of these and he'll sleep like a baby.
Your eyes.
Are they still as beautiful?
[Pervin] Get out of here.
-[Sulle] All of it. The whole chapter. -Really?
-Bye. -Bye.
-Hi, girls. -Hi.
Sulle.
Look...
I have something for you.
What is it?
Open it when you get home.
Okay.
You and Kerima...
do you watch a lot of films, then?
Yeah, I suppose, but they're not your type of films.
[Sulle] What do you mean?
Listen, Sulle, you...
You are...
You are different. You...
It's just that, you think more.
I mean, I think you're deeper than Kerima.
With your sense of religion.
-You think so? -Yeah.
I feel like I don't know anything.
I don't even know how to pray, you know.
Do you pray?
There's nothing better.
My mom taught us when we were small, but I don't remember anything.
Could you teach me?
To pray?
We have a prayer room. Nobody uses it, but...
Absolutely.
Forehead. To the floor.
Hands by your ears.
And then down to the floor.
-You see? -Mm.
And then we say, when we're down there...
[in Arabic] Glorified...
"Glorified..."
-be my God, -"be my God,"
-Allah. -"Allah."
[in English] Perfect.
Okay.
[sighs]
[in Arabic] God is great.
-Glorified... -Glorified...
-be my God, -be my God,
-Allah. -Allah.
[Sulle and Ibbe] Glorified be my God, Allah.
[camera shutter clicks]
[Fatima] What are you doing, Pervin? I can't see anything.
Uh, the pictures are really unclear.
The camera's completely useless.
It's such an old phone.
[Fatima] Then we'll have to do this another way.
Try and get hold of the notebook again.
That way, we could read through it together.
Listen, I really can't keep calling all the time.
-Do you understand me? -[Fatima] Pervin, tonight!
Bye.
[light music]
[in Arabic] Thank you, daughter, you may leave.
[Miryam's father] You were married before, right?
[Ibbe] Right.
I was married three years ago.
And we were happy.
Very happy.
But my wife died.
She died in a car accident.
There's no power nor might except in Allah.
Thank God.
You know she is...
sterile, unlike other women.
Sir.
I want to lead a simple life according to Allah's will.
That's why I want to get married.
[in English] He likes you.
I like him too. And he's...
He's a good man.
But I don't think he really gets it.
I don't really understand it myself.
Is this actually happening?
-It really is. -[chuckles]
We're going to have a great life, you know.
I know we are.
For my whole life, I've had two wishes.
The first was to get married, I never really thought I would.
Until you came along.
And what was the other thing?
Revenge.
Revenge for everything that's done to Muslims all over the world.
[Ibbe] I think you'll get your revenge, Miryam.
[foreboding music]
[reporter 3] ...was to justify a crusade against the entire Muslim world.
Since the '70s, the White House had aimed to get complete control...
over the world's oil resources.
and together with its client states, ruled the Middle East.
-Mama says do the salad. -Okay.
[reporter 3] ...was to destabilize the regimes of the Muslim countries...
How long has Kerima been at Ibbe's?
Can't talk about that.
-Are they a couple? -No, they're not.
[reporter 3] ...but this tactic didn't play out as planned.
-Is that from Ibbe? -...which was an all-out...
-Oh. Have a look at it. -...occupation of the Middle East.
[reporter 3] So instead of relying on puppet governments,
the US now wants to take over by military force
and eradicate the citizens of the Muslim world.
Since the '70s, the White House had aimed to get complete control
of the world's oil resources, and, together with its client states,
rule the Middle East.
The 9-11 attacks were planned
for months by CIA agents and the Israeli intelligence agency, Mossad.
The objective was to justify a crusade against the entire Muslim world.
Did you thank my cousin for the invitation?
Yeah.
Seriously, you must, Suleiman.
Chill out.
-You can't say "chill out". -It's embarrassing.
If you say that again, I might have to kill you.
-[all chuckle] -[Suleiman] Okay.
[Tuba] It's obvious how you feel about them.
Why don't you like them?
Oh, I just don't like being with them.
They hate so many things. They just hate, hate, hate.
You know, they were glad,
and praised God when they attacked that paper in Paris, you know.
Charlie Hebdo.
What's wrong with that?
[Suleiman] Hm?
I think they were heroes.
That whole thing was a violation of Islam.
[Sulle] It degraded Muslims.
It's a good thing they were killed.
Don't you think, Mom?
[sighs]
I don't know anything about politics.
That's what I think, anyway.
Suleika...
Chill out.
[Sulle] You're not funny, Dad.
It's sad.
-[cell phone ringing] -[Fatima gasps]
Yeah, hello?
[Pervin] I've given him some tablets, I don't know what they were.
He won't wake up now.
[Fatima] Okay, right. Great. Good, good, good.
Uh, we'll have to be quick.
-Have you got the notepad? -Yes. I've got it here.
[Pervin] Okay.
Gosh, it's so hard to make out what he's written.
[Fatima] Is there anything?
Anything at all?
[Pervin] Let me see here.
There's something here, it's some abbreviations.
Let me see. "ARN-LHR."
Okay, those stand for airports.
And then there's "BGW-ARN" again.
[Fatima] Uh, Baghdad.
Uh, Baghdad to Arlanda. Okay.
[Pervin] It says "Miryam".
There is some sort of list, wait.
"Four hundred kilos of chemical...
And "200... 201 diesel."
[Pervin] And then, it says "C4."
C4?
[Pervin] Or was it "L4"?
Did you say C4, Pervin?
[Pervin] Yeah.
Okay, C4. Go back up to the first then.
[Fatima] Could it say "artificial fertilizer"?
Yeah, that's exactly what it says.
It's "400 kilos of artificial fertilizer." That's what it says.
Okay. Uh...
Yes, this is... this has to be a bomb.
What sort of bomb?
[Fatima] A fucking big bomb.
Okay.
[Fatima] You've been great, Pervin. Really.
I'll make sure you get home soon. I promise.
-Okay. -[Fatima] Okay.
-Good night. Speak to you soon. -[Fatima] Good night.
Bye.
[Ahmed] Hi, Pervin.
Who were you talking to?
No one.
[closing theme music]
Subtitle translation by Martin Engstrom