[Fatima] But I need more to be able to get you home.
[sighs]
[Pervin] It seems he was looking for shooting ranges.
Shooting ranges. Which ones?
In Hedemora.
[Ibbe] Sulle, I have something for you.
Open it when you get home.
Okay.
[Suleiman] You're not leaving this house!
-I can do what the fuck I wanna do! -Oh, no. You can't.
[Suleiman] That stays right here in this kitchen.
[Ibbe] We're gonna have a great life, you know
I know we are.
I think you'll get your revenge, Miryam.
[Pervin] I killed him.
I had to.
-Who? -[Pervin] Ahmed.
-[Husam wailing] -[shushes]
This Raqqa thing is fake.
Fake?
What does that leave us? That Sara's lying?
Or that someone is lying to Sara.
[foreboding music]
SYRIA ONE YEAR AGO
[soldier in Arabic] Bring the flags.
You shall lift them at the end.
[Tariq] Come on, guys!
-Come on! -Hurry up!
-Come on!
Hurry up! get out of the car!
-Hey, come on! -Come on!
Come on, come here!
-Get the car closer, guys! Closer! -Come here!
-Closer! -Come on guys, hurry up!
Come on!
-Go! -Here.
You, here. Hey!
-Come on, guys! -Hurry!
Here!
-There! -Come here!
Get out of the car!
-There! -Hey!
-Stand still! -[soldier 1] Come on, guys!
[in English] Let's go. Okay.
Cover your faces, eh?
[Tariq] Cover your face, guys!
Brothers in Islam,
this pig was fighting for Bashar al-Assad in Syria,
killing our Muslim brothers and sisters.
He who lives like a pig should die like a pig.
This is what we do to the enemies of Allah.
-[Tariq] Takbir! -[soldiers] Allahu akbar!
-Takbir! -Allahu akbar!
CALIPHATE
No, fuck all.
I've got a lab report from, uh...
uh, on the dummy grenade I found on the range.
-Nothing. -[Calle] Nothing at all?
What about fingerprints?
[Fatima] No. Nothing of any use.
Oh. That sucks.
[Calle] So what are you doing now?
Uh, well, first, I...
I have to go back to Hedemora
and put it back before they notice it's gone.
And then... I don't know.
[Calle] I think you should let it go.
But I can't give up now. You know that.
But you haven't got anything. Just give it up.
Yeah, but I can't just give it up. There's gotta be something I can find.
All right.
[nurse] Fatima Zukic?
[stutters] Yes.
Uh, look, I have to go.
I've got some sort of health check-up.
-I'll see you later. -[Calle] Okay. Bye.
-[nurse] Sit up carefully. -Oh, thanks.
Who orders these health checks to be done?
-You know, I'm not sure, actually. -[sighs sharply]
You would have to ask HR.
Okay.
No, that times by that.
Okay, is it 150 times...
No, 750 times x.
-Then it becomes that. -[groans]
I don't understand. We haven't done this yet.
What?
What, you haven't the power of 10?
[scoffs] Ask Johanna Klasson.
Oh, right, Johanna.
[imitates Johanna] "Can't we have a little shush in here?"
[laughs]
[imitates Johanna] "My name is Johanna Klasson
and I'm a filthy old cat."
"Yeah. And I have these huge sweat stains here..."
"...on my blouse from the '90s."
[Suleiman] Good morning, girls.
-[Lisha] Hi, Papa. -[Sulle] Come on. Go on.
-Like this? -Good. But you have to write it like this.
Hm.
-Is that it? -See?
You write it like this.
Hmm.
-Oh, hang on. -Oh.
Okay.
So I'll write it like that.
-Very good. -Ah.
Haven't you got a basketball tournament soon, Sulle?
[Suleiman] It would be fun to see you play again.
I don't play basketball.
What?
Why not?
Because it's haram.
[Sulle] I can explain the power of 10 tonight, okay?
[Lisha] Okay.
You're not just giving up, are you?
[Sulle] I have to go.
[sighs]
[Suleiman] Haram?
Do I have to hear that word in my own home?
Am I to be raised by my own daughters?
[sighs] Do you have any more coloured stuff?
[Suleiman] It's already in the laundry basket.
I mean...
But do you think it's okay that she's giving up basketball
on bloody religious crowds?
[sighs] They really need to decide for themselves,
don't you think?
[Tuba] When are you going to work?
[Suleiman] I'm starting later today.
So we should just let them get on with it?
Without doing anything?
Is that what you think?
Tuba, is that what you think?
[Tuba] Suleiman.
-What? -[Tuba] Suleiman!
Come!
What is it?
I was just moving Sulle's computer.
[man 1 in Arabic] It shall remain and will be glorified.
[crowd] God is great.
-It will be glorified. -God is great.
-[man 2] Alhasani. -[man 1] It shall remain.
God is great.
-It will be glorified. -God is great.
-It shall remain. -God is great.
-It will be glorified. -God is great.
[terrorist] They said things about us...
If we stopped fighting on the frontlines...
[sobs] Turn it off.
I can't bear to watch it.
Who is sending this? Who is Ibra?
They have brainwashed my daughter.
[Jacob] Move!
[Emil] It's not there.
I... I wouldn't have put it there.
Where the fuck would you put it then, huh?
[Emil] I don't know.
Are you sure there were six dummy grenades when we left on Sunday?
Yes.
Fuck.
-You've only gone and left one there? -[Emil] No, I haven't...
Yeah, yeah, you haven't? It's still there for fuck's sake.
Idiot!
[car revving]
[tense music]
[panting]
[car door slams]
[Emil] Jacob, I think I know where it landed.
[Jacob] Come here.
You come here.
[panting]
[Emil] Here it is, Jacob!
I told you not to worry.
[Jacob] Good!
Figured out your nuts, eh.
[gunshots]
[Jacob] Hey!
What are you doing?
Shooting a bird, yeah.
[laughs]
[panting]
[Jacob] What the hell are you doing, huh? Huh?
-What the fuck are you playing at? -There was...
Someone's there.
What?
They ran off.
[Jacob] You shot someone?
Who was it?
[Emil] Oh, she's on the trees. Should we check?
Fuck.
Fuck. Come on. Let's go.
Come on!
Take that.
[panting]
[Emil] Wait for me, Jacob!
[Jacob] You know what will happen if he finds out?
Yeah, I know!
[sighs]
[suspenseful music]
[sighs sharply]
Fuck. [pants]
Fuck.
Fuck you.
Come on.
-Oh, fuck. I'm sorry. -[camera shutter clicks]
[engine revving]
-[Fatima panting] -Hi. Where are you?
Sara is asking where you are, Nadir as well.
[Fatima] I was just shot at.
-I'm sorry? -Someone shot at me at Hedemora!
What? Are you okay?
Yeah, yeah, I'm okay now, but I don't know if they meant to.
It was on the range over there.
[Calle] Shit, Fatima. This is not okay!
It's not okay, is it?
[Fatima] No, fuck!
Look, I can't deal with this right now. We'll talk about it when I get back.
-Oh, fuck. -What does Sara want?
I don't know, but she's just...
I just shoved her off and told her I didn't know where you were.
Oh, just tell her...
Pretend I'm in Botkyrka, spying on the Iranians.
[Calle] Oh, it's no good. They'll see the mileage...
It's all right. I'm now in my own car.
[Fatima] I'll talk to you later.
Okay.
[ominous music]
[Emiren in Arabic] Calm down, tell me...
[Ibbe] We called every hospital.
We also asked all of Ahmed's friends.
Even our brothers, the jihadists, we asked them.
But we didn't find anything.
How long has it been since he disappeared?
Five days.
Five days?
We'll start an investigation into Ahmed's disappearance soon.
[Ibbe] I hope so.
[in Arabic]
[in English] Did you sleep okay?
[Husam] I remember the blood...
What have I done?
What are you talking about?
I dream about it every night.
The blood in the kitchen...
It must be the thing. The thing you did in...
No.
It was here in the kitchen.
I don't know how, but I remember, okay?
[Husam] That's what it was. I know.
-I killed Ahmed. -[baby coos]
I have to talk to Omar or Abu Jabril.
Husam, don't be stupid. You don't need to talk to anyone.
You haven't done anything. It's just nightmares.
No, I'm telling you, I must have killed him.
[phone vibrates]
It's Omar.
[in Arabic] Peace be with you.
Why?
[Husam] Okay.
Bye.
[Husam in English] They're coming here.
They wanna talk to me.
The police want to interrogate me.
I can't think. I have to go out.
[door opens]
[phone rings]
-Hey, Pervin. -You have to get us out of here.
Husam has gone crazy.
He thinks he murdered Ahmed. He's gonna blurt it out.
I almost saw Ahmed. He's...
You have to talk a little slower, Pervin. What...
He remembers the blood on the floor and he dreams about it.
He's gonna confess, I know it.
-He's gonna confess, Eva. -[Fatima] To whom?
Well, to Omar or Abu Jabril.
Wait, who is Abu Jabril?
[Pervin] Don't you know?
No, I don't know. Who is Abu Jabril?
Well, he's an imam who is like a papa for Husam, and...
and for the others in the group, he's the one who recruited them.
[Fatima] Wait, where is he? Is he in Raqqa?
Fuck.
No, he's not in Raqqa. He lives in Sweden.
In Katrineholm.
In Katrineholm?
[Pervin] Yeah.
Okay, well, is he aware of the plans then?
Definitely. He must be because he and Husam talked and... Hello?
Yes, but wait... Hello?
Pervin, why haven't you mentioned him before now?
[Pervin] Hello?
Hello?
Hello? Fuck.
Okay.
Hey.
Has something happened?
[sighs] Come with me, Suleika.
You had no right to look at my computer.
[Suleiman] Who are these people?
Who is sending this shit?
You think I can't learn the truth for myself?
[Suleiman] Who is Ibra?
Isn't that Zlatan?
[Suleiman] This is serious!
They are sick murderers. This isn't Islam.
How would you know?
You're not Muslim.
You hate Islam.
You don't know anything!
They have poisoned you.
Suleiman!
-You've been brainwashed. -No, you're brainwashed!
Suleika, just listen to me.
You know, I'm glad you've found God,
but Daesh are not Muslims.
They are criminals and they kill other Muslims--
No, they are not!
Yes, they are. They kill other Muslims all the time.
[Sulle] No!
They kill murtaddeen. Apostates.
-[Suleiman] Apostates? -All those...
Where have you learned all these words?
[Sulle] All those who break Allah's law and forsake Islam.
They try to get them to repent,
but if that doesn't work, they have to kill them.
But they don't have the right to do that at all.
So you deny the Quran?
Because it says you should kill apostates.
You think the Quran is wrong?
It was written a thousand years ago, Sulle.
[Sulle] So you want to change the Quran?
[Tuba] They turn human beings into slaves.
[Sulle] How do you know that?
Who said that?
[Tuba] I know that. Everyone knows that. It's on TV.
Oh, Swedish TV?
Which says that the USA is the best country
and that all Muslims are terrorists?
But what is it you want?
I wanna live a Muslim life. You got a problem with that?
[Suleiman] You wanna live under sharia law?
-You don't know sharia. -I have lived under sharia.
[Sulle] No, you haven't.
Do you know what sharia is?
Sharia grants food, school, healthcare, and housing.
[Suleiman] And where do you think you'll get that?
[foreboding music]
[Tuba] Suleika?
-Where are you going? -To Kerima.
You're just stupid kafir.
[door slams]
[slow music playing]
-Hi, Jacob. -Hi.
What can I get you today?
A meat feast pizza.
-Are you eating here? -Yeah.
Uh, what do you wanna drink?
Uh, strong ale, two raspberry shots.
Seriously?
[lively music]
[Emil] What are you doing, Jacob?
You...
You shouldn't do this. Um...
-Let's just go home? -Hm?
Get out of my sight.
-But we're going to Jannah. -Get out of my sight.
We're gonna be martyrs.
You can't start drinking again. God doesn't want that.
Just...
go away.
-Go away! -You're a fool.
It's haram.
Get out!
-Please calm down. -Get out!
[Jacob] Go!
Hey, hey!
Hey, take it easy, boys. Take it easy.
Take it easy.
-[Jacob grunts] -[Tony groans]
[screams]
-[Tony groaning] -[screams]
Go on!
[pub owner groaning]
Are you okay?
Tony.
[Omar] When you get to the security check, you'll say...
[in Arabic] "There's a lot of people..."
Thank you.
-"There's a lot of people..." -"There's a lot of people flying today."
[in English] Good. And she responds...
[in Arabic] "Most of them are businessmen."
[in English] Here is the device.
Who am I giving this to?
Her name is Miryam.
Miryam.
[Fadi in Arabic] If God wills it.
[Özkan in English] How long have we
worked together, Suleiman?
Trust me now.
You think the Swedes are gonna save your daughter?
You think someone called Gunilla from social services
will make Suleika less religious?
Bloody kids will laugh at them!
[Suleiman] Okay.
I'll go to the police.
They won't help you.
Just use your damn head!
You can't go to them. They'll laugh at you.
[Suleiman stutters] What should I do then?
Okay.
Listen to me.
You know Khalid?
Has a grocery near the centre of town.
[Özkan] You should go and talk to him.
BAGHDAD AIRPORT, IRAQ
[indistinct chatter over PA]
[in Arabic] Peace be with you.
[attendant] And also with you.
Thank you.
[indistinct chatter]
[in Arabic] There's a lot of people flying today.
Most of them are businessmen.
[suspenseful music]
[machine beeps]
POLICE DEPARTMENT
[door opens]
-[blows air] -[door closes]
-[Jacob sighs] -[scoffs]
So?
They said assault and battery, I don't know.
Or battery.
I'm going to court in December.
[Anette sighs]
Great.
So you think you can just pray to Muhammad then, hm?
So you can get a shorter sentence?
-Mama... -Hm?
To think...
To think you believed in all of that, eh?
[scoffs]
That everything will be so fucking good.
Because you learned in prison
that you should lie on some fucking mat
and pray five times a day.
Then you'd be...
a new man and not piss it up.
[sighs sharply] For fuck's sake.
And then, you drag your brother into it all!
[sighs]
Oh, Jesus Christ.
I know what sort of man you really are.
[phone vibrates]
And you...
you'll drink yourself to death anyway.
[Anette scoffs]
-[car engine starts] -[sighs]
[message alert tone]
MESSAGE FROM IBRAHIM
MISSED CALLS 10 MISSED CALLS FROM IBRAHIM
[ominous music]
[Dolores sighs] There you are.
I hope you haven't forgotten about tonight.
-Tonight? -The police.
Oh, yes, that. Yes, yes, yes.
Seven o'clock.
-Yes, okay. Right. -Mm-hm.
They have masses of information,
-and you have to be there. -Excuse me.
Can I interrupt for a moment?
-Absolutely. -We've got an issue.
Uh, Sulle and Kerima, 9A...
-Mm-hm. -Um...
Well, you know that they're wearing hijabs now.
They have started saying some disturbing things in class.
Things like...
uh, Jihad, and...
kafir, and...
Well, some pretty extreme things.
It feels like they're going astray.
How extreme?
Very extreme. It's IS and the whole thing.
Online too.
The links they're sharing...
are all really awful.
[Emil] Allah, help my brother to be strong again.
Help him to not fight, not drink.
Help him live like a good Muslim.
Help Jacob carry out our mission.
He is angry with me.
Help him to be less angry.
Help him to forgive me.
Please Allah,
make Jacob strong again.
[ominous music]
[in Arabic] God is great.
[Husam] After the injury due to the missile from the drone attack,
Ahmed brought my family here.
Oh, why?
Because I was injured in the raid.
[IS member] Was that the last time you saw Ahmed?
I was...
[in English] How do you say when you're shocked?
[in Arabic] It was a dangerous raid.
[IS member] Are you sure you didn't see Ahmed after that?
[Husam] Yes, I'm sure...
that was the last time I saw him.
[phone rings]
If you would allow me.
[door opens]
[door slams]
[in English] Hey. You called?
[Omar in Arabic] Peace be with you.
[in English] We're ready to send the first device.
Is she in position?
She is, yes.
Good.
I'll send the flight number and arrival time.
[Ibbe] Okay, so everything is going to plan?
[Omar] We may have a problem.
It's Ahmed, he's disappeared.
[foreboding music]
Maybe. We're interrogating Husam right now.
-Okay, good. -[dog barking]
[in Arabic] Goodbye.
-What is this? -[Pervin] What?
[Omar] What is that?
[Pervin] No...
[dog barking]
[whispering in English] Fuck, fuck, fuck, no, no.
[Omar in Arabic] Go!
Go, bastard!
Go, you son of a bitch!
[dog barking]
[door closes]
[IS member] Do you know what we are suspecting?
We suspect you helped him escape.
No, never.
[IS member] Where could he be?
[Husam] How would I know?
[IS member] Answer.
I think he was killed by the missile...
from the drone.
[knocks]
[Fatima] Hey.
[Sara] You're coming with me to see Nadir. Come.
[Fatima] Huh?
[Fatima] Found? What have you found?
[HR rep] Traces of cannabis
-in your blood. -Okay. What does that mean?
-That you are suspended... -[scoffs]
...with immediate effect.
And we will be instigating disciplinary action.
The HR department will contact the union.
You can't do a narcotics test on me
without disclosing what it is you're testing for.
That's illegal.
-The examination was voluntary. -Voluntary?
That was printed on the summons.
Who was it that tipped you off?
Someone must have done.
-I can't really comment on that. -[Fatima] No, okay...
This is fucking ridiculous.
It's so stupid.
It's not like I'm the only one in the department who's...
You and me, Sara. We have smoked together.
-Ah. So you admit that you... -[Fatima] Oh, shut up, Nadir!
I know this is about me, and getting revenge.
What are you trying to fucking do?
There was something else as well.
[HR rep] Right. Yes.
Um, about disobedience towards a superior. Refusal to obey orders, ring a bell?
[Fatima] Are you shitting me, Sara?
Are you kidding? You in on this?
Sara and I will see that your locker is emptied
and we're going to see that no evidential material leaves the building.
[tense music]
[Calle] What the hell, Fatima. They can't just fire you like that.
[Fatima] Fucking Nadir.
I'm not gonna drop this.
[Calle] Okay, we'll talk about it tonight.
Okay, bye...
[car engine revs]
[gasps]
[sighs]
[car tires screeching]
[suspenseful music]
-Hey. -[woman 1] Hey.
-[woman 2] Hi. -[woman 1] And your bag, please.
Hey.
[tense music]
[tense music continues]
[Calle] No, we have nothing on Abu Jabril.
Nothing?
[Calle] No. He's not on any databases, he's not under suspicion for anything.
-Nothing at all. -Nothing classified either?
[Calle] No.
No. I mean... [chuckles]
-...it seems like we never looked at him. -Mm-hm.
Well, he seems to have a big online presence, anyway.
Your typical clichéd religious staff. Nothing too controversial there.
-He's a clever guy. -Mm-hm, looks like it.
He has some religious association in his house in Katrineholm as well.
[Calle] Should you really be using that?
They don't keep track of this one.
[sighs sharply]
I'm gonna tell everyone at the department.
-[Fatima] No. No. -And send an e-mail about what's...
Calle, that's enough.
You should distance yourself from me. Don't be stupid.
Why would I wanna do that?
Because otherwise, they'll get you, too.
I need you on the inside.
Tell them the last time you saw me was tonight.
Say you came here, and I was hysterical and paranoid,
and was screaming at you,
and you tried to calm me down, and I threw you out. Whatever.
Say you've had enough of me. All right, Calle?
That's much better.
That's what we'll do.
I'm going down to Katrineholm to check out our friend Abu Jabril.
Okay.
Okay?
-[indistinct chatter] -[phone rings]
Yes? Suleiman.
[Dolores] Hi, Suleiman.
My name is Dolores Costa...
Hi.
...and I am a social worker at Järva Gård.
I was wondering if I could come over to your place to see you?
What is this about?
Suleika?
Is she all right?
Well... I'd really like to
sit down and have a chat with both of you.
Um... Perhaps we could do Thursday at five o'clock?
[stuttering] Yes. Yes, that'd work.
[Dolores] What's your address?
[Suleiman] Järvagårdsvägen 18A, Flat 16.
[Dolores] Okay, till later then. Bye.
Yeah. Bye.
[police siren wailing in distance]
Excuse me.
[Suleiman] Uh, Khalid?
Khalid is actually at the back.
Straight through the door on the right.
Thanks.
[Jonas] Hello. It's Jonas Holm here from Hedemora police.
Yeah. Hi. Oh, great. You heard what this is about?
Yeah, yeah, I did. It's about the old shooting range, yeah?
Yeah, that's right.
Um, do you live near it then?
Yes, uh, I go pass that every day.
Oh, right.
Do you know if there has been any activity there,
you know, any shooting or anything?
Uh, no.
No, I can't, I can't say I've noticed anything.
Okay.
Well, if you, uh...
If you happen to notice anything, could you get in touch with me, though?
Yes, absolutely. Of course.
Okay.
See you there. Thanks then.
-Bye. -Bye.
[Aaden's dad] Maths, English.
You name it, straight As. Even Swedish, you know?
Spånga High School.
A good Swedish school.
Member of the Social Democratic Youth League.
He's gonna be a lawyer.
And he was strong. So strong. Much stronger than me.
Seventeen years old, he ran the family.
But then, like that...
Islam, Islam, Islam...
[sighs]
And your daughters?
It's the same story.
They just adored him.
[Aaden's dad] He was going to Somalia to fight with Al-Shabab.
And the girls...
they were going to follow him.
And what then?
He died fighting.
As for the girls...
they're still in Järva Gård.
Uh, how did you get them to stay?
I did the only thing possible.
[whimpering]
I just don't know. [sniffs]
[ominous music]
Look, we haven't any alternative.
We're gonna have to do this or we'll lose her forever.
Are we agreed?
It's for her sake we're doing this.
Hm?
[lock clanking]
[door opens]
[Suleiman] Sulle?
Could you come into the kitchen?
[ominous music]
[camera shutter clicking]
[lively music playing]
[Sulle whimpering]
They'll marry me off.
They are gonna force me to marry some old guy who's the son of mama's cousin.
When?
[Sulle] In a month's time.
We're going to Jordan and getting married there.
They're saying that if I want to live like a Muslim, I should do it now.
But they get to decide for me because that's Islam.
[Sulle cries]
I don't know what to do.
What a bunch of assholes.
Such fucking assholes.
[Lars] Hello. Welcome.
Please take a seat.
Okay, oh. Would you mind closing the door?
Thank you. All right.
Welcome.
[door closes]
If anyone is new, my name is Lars Jansson,
and I work for Norrort Police Department.
These meetings give us a chance to exchange information.
I know that your network usually has some questions
and tips in terms of the radicalization in your areas.
We have lots of information that we'll gladly share,
things we need help with, and...
data that the Swedish Security Service has released.
The aim is for us to help each other.
Everyone had coffee?
-Yeah. -Great.
[foreboding music]
[camera shutter clicking]
[clicking continues]
[Lars] Are you saying this is a new group?
Yes, it is.
This is exactly the sort of thing we're after.
Can you stay after the meeting? Give me names and addresses,
all the details, okay?
-Okay. -All right. Hm.
I'm afraid this first film could be rather disturbing.
But we'd like feedback from you.
[Lars] This was posted online last autumn. Let's see if I can get...
these gadgets to work.
Excuse me a second.
[Lars] There we go.
Okay. As I've said, these are very explicit.
Again, you might find some of these scenes disturbing, so...
Jacob?
Are you kidding me?
[Jacob] No. What? No!
[Ibbe] Then explain to me why you're ignoring my calls
-or my texts. -Okay, so the thing is I...
Look, my mobile got fucked up.
I dropped it somewhere and I didn't realize it wasn't working.
You need to do a lot better than that if you're gonna lie to me, Jacob.
[Tariq] Cover your face, guys!
Brothers in Islam,
this pig was fighting for Bashar al-Assad in Syria,
killing our Muslim brothers and sisters.
He who lives like a pig should die like a pig.
This is what we do to the enemies of Allah.
[indistinct murmuring]
-[Tariq] Takbir! -[soldiers] Allahu akbar!
-Takbir! -Allahu akbar!
Takbir!
By analysing this film,
we've been able to identify several of them.
The main guy is a well-known jihadist.
Then we have a Swede,
a couple of Danes, and some Norwegians there.
But this guy, we know nothing about.
By a process of elimination, we think he could be Swedish.
But the only physical identification mark we have,
if we zoom in here.
Is this scar.
Perhaps from a tattoo that's been removed, who knows.
That's all we have. Any questions?
[Jacob] I was scared, okay?
I was afraid to ring you.
I thought you'd be angry and you'd take us off our mission.
[Ibbe] You were scared?
Yes, I didn't know what to do, okay?
But you're brave enough to call now?
Hey.
I asked God for support.
-He gave me courage, alhamdulillah. -[Ibbe] Okay.
Okay, so you're saying nothing else happened?
Nothing that would threaten the mission?
Nothing I need to know?
No, I swear. Okay?
Okay.
[Lars] I understand if you find this uncomfortable,
but I'm afraid, this is how it is.
-Who's the lucky girl? -[chuckles]
At the same time...
it's more important than ever
to tackle as early as possible this kind of propaganda.
[sighs sharply]
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[sighs]
[Dolores] No, Ibbe, you're kidding...
-Are you serious? -Yeah, yeah. He's been sneaky.
Checking you out all evening.
Oh, Ibbe.
I'm calling him over.
Don't do that.
-Oh, come on, Dolores. -Come on.
-You know it'll be fun. -I'm going home.
Watch.
Ibbe, just cut it out. I'm serious.
Rodrigo, come!
[Ibbe] Come, come, come!
Come. I just wanna talk to you for a sec.
Don't be shy. Come on!
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[tense music]
[Fatima sighs]
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