I'm gonna stay here.
This is my decision.
Say something, Lorraine, please.
What do you want me to say?
I don't understand. Are you out of your mind?
-I love you. I really do. -No. Don't tell me you love me.
You don't have the right.
I thought that you were having some sort of crisis,
that you really believed you'd find your sister,
that things would sort themselves out once you're back.
I can't go back home.
Not after the things I've seen.
Not after the things I've done.
What have you done?
Listen, I'm not asking you to come back for me.
You must come back for your parents. They already lost their daughter.
They can't lose you.
Well, goodbye.
My grandmother brought it back from the pilgrimage.
She brought it back from the pilgrimage? How pretty.
Women-Life-Freedom.
Bravo, bravo!
-You're still here? -I like the weather.
-Oh, yeah? -Don't lie.
-You love the fight. -How are you?
-Good. -Good?
Why are you still here? Get the hell out of here!
Get out of here!
-Anna. -No. Go away.
Now you're gonna leave and go home. Right now.
I came here for you. I saw you in this video. I knew if was you.
You can't stay here, I said. You don't fucking belong here.
Get you stuff and get out of here.
I didn't want you to come and find me.
You knew I was looking for you?
You're gonna go home and you won't say anything to anyone. Got it?
You knew I was here and you wanted me to go away thinking that you were dead?
I saw people die. I killed a guy. I gave up everything!
This isn't about you, Antoine! Nobody asked you for anything.
How the fuck could you do this to us? You hate us that much?
Shut up.
You can't let anyone know. Not even mom and dad.
How did it even happen? How did you end up here?
You know you're gonna have to keep what you've seen to yourself.
You can't tell anyone.
They won't stand it. I'll have to tell them at some point.
Only after I get killed.
Okay.
I won't tell without your permission. I swear.
What about the letter you left? Your death.
The corpse they found. The DNA identification?
Let's not reel off our lives to each other.
-So, we do what? -I don't know.
You wanna stay? You wanna get killed?
You're a big boy. You decide.
But we're military forces, you won't do as you like.
You'll go where you're ordered to go. And it won't necessarily be with me.
I know.
Right now, I'm just happy I found you.
I can't believe you were able to bring us with you!
We're at the capital of the Islamic State!
You like it?
-The black door. -Is it?
This is me and Paul. Iyad, you're upstairs, yeah?
When are we heading to the office, man?
Just gimme a couple minutes, yeah?
Fucking three hours' ride getting here, yeah?
What's that, fourth time this week? Fifth time this week?
You live around the fucking corner as well!
Take you that long to fucking walk here?
Sitting down there, yeah?
It's bad for you anyway, isn't it?
Don't say shit!
-Come here to gloat, did you? -No, no. No, I came to see you.
You have?
Yeah, come with us. We're going to the mosque.
Work here every day till late.
Come after. After you finish here.
What's this about, huh?
Why are you even here?
Alright?
So they kicked him out of the army. What?
We're supposed to just take him back?
That's fucking bullshit, eh?
Well, he's here now. And that's all that matters.
Iyad, bro, have you forgotten what you told him when he wanted to sign up?
You literally begged him.
You literally begged him not to do it. We begged him.
We told him exactly what was gonna happen, but no.
He still went to go off and prove that he's some kind of good Muslim!
He went to go be their fucking pet Muslim, like some kind of kuffar!
He's a fucking joke!
How many Muslims did you kill while you were out there?
-Two confirmed. They were Taliban. -Oh, they were Taliban?
Do you think I give a fuck if they were fucking Taliban?
-It happened in combat, bro. -Oh, it happened in combat.
Alright, so that's how you justify killing Muslims, is it?
Is it that they dared fight you back?
You invaded their land, what'd you think was gonna happen?
British and American scum soldiers like you are oppressing those poor people.
Ask you again, what the fuck did you think was gonna happen?
They wouldn't fight back?
"Would you not like Allah should forgive you?"
"And Allah is Forgiving and Merciful."
Our Quran teaches us to forgive. Nasser made a mistake.
-He gets that now. -Does he, Iyad?
'Cause he hasn't even bothered to say sorry yet.
Are you sorry?
What was that?
-Fucking stand up and talk to me, eh? -Yeah! Yeah, I'm sorry!
I'm sorry. Alright? I'm fucking sorry. I made a mistake.
I should never have gone out there. I should've listened to you lot, alright?
I'm sorry.
-I'm sorry, man. -I fucking missed you, bro.
-Fucking missed you, man. -Missed you, too.
Good you're here.
-Right side. -Right side.
-Left side. -Left side.
-Bend down. -Bend down.
I am hurt. I am hurt.
I am hurt.
I am hurt. I am hurt.
Sarya. I wanna go to Kobani.
Hey, we're missing all the action here!
I've heard they don't wanna send all the volunteers
'cause it's too risky.
-What? -Sarya thinks that your sister
is punishing her because you decided to stay.
That's why they don't send us to Kobani.
I don't think it works like this here.
Man, I'm dying to know your sister's story!
Me, too.
You came all this way to find her, and she's fucking here, alive.
Doesn't it drive you crazy to find out what happened?
You don't know Anna. She can be... stubborn.
If I push too hard, she'll push back.
So you're just gonna leave it like that?
She's alive. Why and how... can wait.
This is good.
It tastes like the biscuits Dad used to buy near his office.
The shortbreads.
Now you like tea?
All I do here is make tea, make soup and learn Kurdish.
Right side. Left side.
I got hit by a bullet.
I heard you shot a jihadist.
You got into the hard part pretty quickly.
He was there, standing in front of me, so I pressed the trigger.
If you want to survive,
you have to always be alert, never ease off,
even when it's dead calm, especially when it's dead calm.
I will. I promise.
I'm heading off to Kobani tomorrow.
The city is surrounded by ISIS.
-We're going to try to push them back. -You came to say goodbye?
When did Sarya find out you were alive?
When Gilia and her unit went back to the village.
I asked Sarya to take you to Qamishli.
She tried to change your mind?
She didn't but she had an order, she was supposed to obey.
It wasn't her fault. She did exactly what the YPG had asked.
Don't punish her.
You've changed, Antoine.
And you haven't changed a bit. Still the same girl.
I know why you wanted to see me.
-Why? -'Cause you've missed me.
I did miss you.
It wasn't easy to know that you were here.
I'm sorry for what I've done, Anna.
All these years, I've been wanting to ask for your forgiveness.
How are mom and dad?
On the face of it, they seem to be getting better
but it's been excruciating on them.
-Mom's about to release a new book. -She had you read it?
-She accepted criticisms? -No.
She's stressed out even more than before, Daddy's fine.
He works less than before. I took the helm over.
-And you look after everything here. -Don't fuck with me.
It's kind of weird to talk about... my stupid little life...
with what's going on around us.
You won't be happier if you stay here.
Maybe it will.
I understand why people come here.
Why you came.
No, you don't.
What? What did I say?
Antoine, I don't hate you.
I don't hate Mom and Dad. I never wanted to punish any of you.
I came here because of something else.
I wrote you this letter because I didn't want you to feel guilty.
I've done much worse things.
Sometimes, you try to do the right thing but you fail.
-You can tell me. -No. I...
Listen, I'm no longer the sister you knew.
Anna disappeared a long time ago.
Fuck.
Well, well, well.
All the dusty roads in all the world.
Whatever you have to say, Stuart, I'm not interested.
You can call me Stanley now.
-Still not interested. -Well, it's a shame.
We made a good team, you and I.
Now, we have a common enemy,
seems a shame not to collaborate in some way.
Why are you being so... offish with me?
We...
It's not as if what I've got for you is gonna conflate
with your work with Gilia in any way.
I mean, she's Helan's sister, isn't she?
Yeah. Isn't that why you're here? To trying to make amends?
I have no secrets from her. She knows everything about me.
About my past, about Helan, and about you, too.
Okay.
So, for old time's sake then, little gift for you.
No strings attached.
Abu Rida El-Liby.
Head of the military council in Raqqa.
Tomorrow afternoon, he'll be taking some of his men
on a missile launch site reconnaissance tour.
He'll be found at these coordinates, about 3:00-ish, close to Zakaria.
And why would you give it to me?
Because the Libyan is a very bad man, and he needs to die.
Bullshit. You want him dead.
You must have something to gain from it.
And what could that possibly be?
I'll give you a hint.
If the Libyan were to die, would the organization collapse?
No, they would replace him with someone else.
You have someone on the inside.
And if the Libyan dies, your asset will be promoted.
I do miss working with you.
You know, if you were to come back, I'd share the identity of my boy.
He's... he's a star, Anna. Bloody brilliant.
I told you. The answer is no.
Why don't you just talk it over with Gilia?
I'm sure she'll see it's a win-win.
Fuck it. Come on. What you got to lose?
Two seconds, yeah?
You're Nasser, right?
Lance Corporal Nasser Yassin?
I don't know who you are, but do me a favor, mate. Fuck off.
I've read your military file. Dishonorably discharged?
Disobeying rules of engagement.
Putting the welfare of your unit at risk with unacceptable practices?
What the fuck happened over there?
Who the fuck are you? Police?
-No. -MI5?
No.
MI6?
Give me ten minutes of your time.
-Look, I ain't done nothing wrong here. -No, you haven't.
But your mates have.
Come.
-What you want? -Alright.
These are encrypted emails from Iyad to known ISIS contacts.
He was being very careful.
He drove all the way to an Internet cafe in Luton to do this.
Time corresponds exactly with when the emails were sent.
And then we have... Let me see...
Yeah, both of them, talking to ISIS recruiters on tape.
Praise the lord, we have many recruits from England.
-Where are you from? -South London, brother.
Paul moved here when he was six.
I lived in this shithole all my life.
Well, maybe you should come here. Hamdulila, soon, very soon.
You get the picture.
So they are actively planning to go to Syria to fight.
Final stages of prep.
Nah, man. Look, I'm with them all the time, and they never talked about it.
They never said anything about ISIS, or...
That's because they don't trust you.
Look, I ain't got nothing to do with this, so...
Why don't you tell me about what happened in Afghanistan then?
I don't know, you tell me. You read my file.
I wanna hear it from the horse's mouth.
-What's this gotta do with my friends? -Are you ashamed of what you did?
Fine, I was in my post, and some kid pushing a cart was approaching.
So, I yelled out to him to stop, and he didn't.
I yelled out again, and he still wouldn't stop.
Now, the rules of engagement say you need to fire a warning shot in the air.
That's exactly what I did, and once I fired,
the kid ditched the cart, he raised his hands, kept walking towards me.
He was already close, and...
According to protocol, I should've shot him.
-Yeah. But, you didn't. -Fuck no.
Just a kid. All he had was a knife.
Your commander thinks you hesitated because you're a Muslim.
Yeah, I know what he fucking believes, you know--
Yeah, and on this occasion, your religion precluded you from following
the rules and regs of the British Army.
Yeah, it was bullshit. He was a fucking amateur, yeah?
He only got to Afghanistan three months before, so what the fuck did he knew?
He knew nothing.
Didn't like that I was opposing him, so looking to get rid of me, and...
he used my religion as an excuse. Simple.
Alright, so you were discharged due to Islamophobia,
is that what you're saying?
What do you want?
I want you to go to Syria with your mates.
Are you crazy? You want me to go to Syria and spy on my friends?
Mate, you're crazy.
We need one of ours to infiltrate ISIS.
And your mates would provide you with great cover.
To be honest, I'd rather you arrested them.
I think they're safer here in prison than they are going to Syria.
Yeah, except I'm not gonna arrest them.
Ah, great. Then, I'll warn them myself.
I'll tell them they've been exposed. Easy.
You seem to be under the impression that you and I are equals
just having a friendly chat.
And I promise you, Nasser. You warn your friends,
if you reveal any classified information,
then you will be arrested and charged for undermining national security.
You're asking me to betray my friends.
No. They're gonna go there no matter what, with you or without you.
When you enlisted, you told your recruiting officer
that you could think of no greater honor
than serving in the British Army
and serving your country.
You still mean that?
Of course, I still believe it.
And now?
Do you want a second chance?
So, when you going?
-We're all flying on Thursday. -Alright.
When you get to Syria,
they are going to be very suspicious of you
because of your military background, yeah?
-Yeah, I understand. -But and here's the thing.
You're special, Nasser. And they're gonna see that.
And it's up to you to convince them that you're important.
That your past, your burden to them, is an advantage.
You're a highly trained soldier from the British Army,
and that can only be a benefit to their cause.
And when they finally get it, then they will forget who you were,
and see you for only who you could be.
You nervous?
-Very. -Yeah. It's understandable.
Just don't try and hide your feelings from them.
Best lie is the truth.
If you're nervous, just explain it to them.
Now you've left everything you know and love behind in West London,
and you're starting afresh in Islamic State.
It's perfectly fine for you to be nervous.
In the meantime, just...
Good. Hold on. Just a moment.
Hey. Come in.
Now...
We have something for you.
-Is this mine? -It's an exact replica.
There's a communication device inside it.
Here, let me show you.
Okay, wait. Does it have to be in the Quran?
How are you gonna talk to us? With your fucking mobile?
No, they'll be able to tap that and take it away from you.
With your Quran though, that can go everywhere you go.
The device emits a burst of data, encrypted data that's untraceable.
So let me show you. This is a touch pad pretty much like your cell phone.
So, it needs to be touched in a very specific order.
What you do is you press here, here, here, and then here.
You do it.
Yeah, that's cool.
Your voice memo is now recorded and it's automatically sent to us.
Sadly, your first recorded message is, "Ha ha. Yeah, that's cool."
Yes, lads! Sorry I'm late.
-Hey. Hey, how you doing? -Good, man. You got everything ready?
Look at this. Look like a crusader, huh?
Yeah, man. Oh, you say goodbye to Charlotte and Alex?
Yeah, but she was too busy whinging about me coming over
in the middle of the week without calling her, you know, to see him.
You didn't tell her you were leaving, right?
-Of course not. I'm not stupid. -So how is Alex?
-Yeah. Yeah, he's good. -He's gonna be a good kid.
He's gonna be proud!
Hey, lad, obviously, you know, this is, like, dumb thing to say,
but if you're not sure on doing this, this is your last chance to...
What? Why wouldn't I be sure about going?
-More like are you sure about going? -Of course not, man.
But me and Iyad don't have kids.
Brother, listen, alright. I know it's last minute,
but just making sure that you're 110% set on doing this, yeah?
I know Iyad can be very persuasive.
What do you mean I can be persuasive? This was all Paul's idea.
I thought it was mad at first.
Following up on your report
of a planned patrol to Zakaria junction.
Under no circumstances are you to be present at that location.
I repeat. Do not join the patrol.
Keep your distance from our target. End of message.
Brother Abu Reda, thank you for your offer,
I wish I could come with you.
But I have to finish the intelligence report on the prisoners.
Take care, my brother. God protect you.
We ain't going with the Libyan. Gotta stay here and do the reports.
Bro, please be patient.
I'm patient, alright?
All I am is fuckin' patient these days, Nas.
Come on. I've been waiting for Iyad to bring Alex here.
I've been waiting for you to take me to see him
when neither of those things are gonna happen, are they?
Meanwhile, I'm stuck here doing what?
I'm doing piss-all, man. I'm not even part of the fighting. I'm...
Bro, we're gonna get back to the fighting. Just--
Get back to-- Mate, what are we doing? We're pushing fucking papers!
That's all we're doing! That's not what I signed up for! Is it?
Listen... It's not me, man. It's not me.
I'm not like you. I'm not like Iyad. I can't...
I can't focus on this, mate. I can't. That's all I'm doing is...
I'm thinking about my little boy.
Thinking about my little boy and whether he's safe or not, you know?
I understand that.
You know, at least when we were in the field, I...
I had something to take my mind off of things.
-I wanna go back to the front line. -No.
-Okay, I'm gonna go-- -No, we gotta stick together.
-I'm gonna go talk to Sheikh. -No, please don't do that.
What am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to do then?
I don't fucking know!
I don't fucking know, Paul, alright? Please. I beg you.
Just calm down. All you gotta do,
yeah, is just sit down there, do the reports with me.
I'm gonna do it with you together, alright?
Take a fucking Captagon or something if it helps you focus. I don't care.
Just stay with me, bro, alright?
Stay with me, yeah? Yeah?
What's going on?
New prisoners need to be interrogated in Deir al-Zor.
We gotta do the reports now and go there tomorrow.
Wicked.
Ay comrades, we have a chance to eliminate
one of the enemy's most valuable commanders.
His elimination won't stop the attacks on Kobani.
We must continue our struggle.
If we succeed like today,
we ruin those terrorists' future plans.
-Good luck, my comrades. -Good luck!
God protect and preserve you brothers.
May peace, mercy and blessings of God be upon you.
-Yeah, it's me. Is Paul about? -Paul, it's Nas.
-Hey, what's up? - I need you in the studio.
Here, like, now.
-Alright. I'm going with the Libyan. -Alright.
-What? -Just come. Shh. Just come.
-What's going on? -Just come.
What's up?
Nas?
Sit down.
-What? -Just sit down, man.
-Go and get the kid. -Hold on.
What? Mate, have you lost your mind?
-It's cool. Look. -What are you...
Daddy!
-Hey. Hey, Alex. - Where are you?
I'm... I'm traveling.
I'm traveling.
I miss you so much.
Me, too. I miss Mommy, too. When are you coming back?
Yeah, I'm working on it.
I'm working on it, mate. 'Cause I really, really wanna see you.
Hey. Hey, hey, are they treating you well? Yeah?
- Yeah. -Yeah, you eating?
Yeah. They're not giving me pork, Daddy. Don't worry.
And... And school?
-School, how's school? - Daddy!
- No, it's okay. Give it to me. -Wait.
I have to go now. Look, he's okay. Don't worry.
Please, just let me talk to my son for a second. Please!
-I'm beg-- For f-- -Bye, Daddy.
Oh, fuck.
Bro... Right, brother, brother. Look.
You seen Alex, yeah?
I know it's not a lot, but it's still something, yeah?
You can see they're taking good care of him. He's safe, yeah?
Oh, man.
-Thank you so much, mate. -It's all good, brother.
It's all good. Alright, but listen. We're gonna stay here in Ar-Raqqah.
-We're gonna keep ourselves alive. -Yeah.
Alright? And when the time's right, you'll get to meet him.
-Yeah. -Yeah.
Come on, man. Alright.
Let's go get something to eat, man. Let's go grab Iyad.
Yeah, yeah. No. No, he's gone.
He's gone with the Libyan.
-What? -Yeah. Yeah, he went off earlier. Why?
Hey, where you going? Where you--
Don't worry. I finished the reports. It's all good.
Nah, man, we gotta plan the interrogations.
Come on, I'm riding with him. You should come, too.
-Come on, man! -No, it's important, man--
Abu Musab, you decided to join us? Yalla, come.
-Come on! -Come!
You heard him. Come on!
You return, we will go.
You're okay?
Where the fuck is Anna?
In the ravine. On the other side of the road.
Our lookout just spotted the convoy.
Hello.
Aleykoum Salam, today we have an important battle.
Welcome, welcome guys. We will be victorious brothers.
We will make them bark so hard it reaches Greece.
What are we waiting for?
We have to be sure he's there.
We will make them suffer and kill every last one of them, these bastards.
-Hey, man. -Yeah?
-Hey, it's Paul. Got to see his son. -What? How?
-I arranged it. -Nice.
Yeah, man, but I gotta talk to you, man. Just come over here for a sec.
-No, can it wait? I wanna be with-- -No, no, now. Alright, listen.
-I need you to come over here. -Come on, man.
-Nas, man, easy. You're freaking me out. -I need you right now.
-Right now, right now. -Nas. Nas! What are you doing.
Fire.
I'll explain later.
Okay, I'll go down and see.
Take that and check everyone's dead.
Go ahead, I'm coming.
-What is she doing? -She's making sure the Libyan is dead.