[insects chirping]
SAYRA: [speaking French]
RYAN: We're all set, Sarya. Let's go.
[scoffs]
‐ [whistling "La Marseilles"] ‐ [laughing]
[truck starts]
[rumbling]
[footsteps]
[light switch clicks]
PAUL: Alright.
Yeah, we're true soldiers of the Prophet now, boys.
IYAD: Yeah. ‐ [chuckles]
PAUL: Nice, huh? NASSER: Pretty good.
Oh, man.
Can you believe it? [chuckles]
Muslims have lived here for 1,000 years,
in al‐Sham, before we even got here.
♪ somber music playing ♪
Yeah.
They'll continue on for another 1,000 when we're gone.
‐ [phone ringing] Yeah, we're just passing through.
Like a light breeze.
[bangs]
[plays piano]
CHARLOTTE [on phone]: Hi, this is Charlotte. Please leave a message.
[softly playing]
[continues playing]
[playing "Moonlight Sonata 3rd Movement"]
MAN: Shut up!
‐ [music continues] Oi! You up there! Shut up!
For God's sakes, will you shut the fuck up!?
Driving me bleeding head in, mate!
Paul! Oi, Paul! ‐ [indistinct TV chatter]
Go and tell that ugly cow to tell her grandson
to shut it, will you!?
[sports announcer on TV]
Oi! Come back this time, alright!?
ANNOUNCER: ...with a great looking cross...
‐ What the fuck was that about!?
Jesus.
[TV chatter continues]
[continues playing Beethoven]
‐ [knocks] ‐ [piano stops]
‐ [speaking Arabic]
‐ It's fine. [playing piano]
‐ You want couscous? It's good.
‐ Sure. Thanks, Mrs. Salima.
BOY [outside]: Oi! Oi!
[indistinct] You coming down?
PAUL: Just getting my stuff!
Iyad, get your stuff. ‐ [piano stops]
BOY: [speaking Arabic]
‐ [indistinct] PAUL'S FATHER: Oi! You!
I'm trying to watch the football! Shh!
‐ No, no, no, love.
Not gibberish! English!
‐ I'm gonna you a Matt Damon cut.
‐ No, fuck off. You said Beckham. ‐ [siren]
‐ Your hair is perfect for a Matt Damon cut.
‐ I don't think Beckham uses a pink brush.
‐ Hey! NASSER: Chill, mate.
You know he's a genius, whatever he does. ‐ Mate, what the actual fuck?
You've been blow drying. I thought I told you to get heat protection.
You don't blow dry your fuckin' hair with no heat protection.
Do you know what it does to your hair?
PAUL: Fuck you! ‐ [laughing]
IYAD: Let go!
[struggling]
[piano note echoing]
[slam]
[insects chirping]
[thud]
[kiss]
NASSER: Hey.
You know you didn't have to do it tonight, yeah?
‐ No. No.
No, this is why we came here.
To put ourselves to the test, prove our conviction.
No, I didn't expect it to be easy.
[speaking Arabic]
[men chattering]
[quiet chatter]
[lighter clicks]
♪
‐ [flames crackling] ‐ [men chattering]
‐ I can't talk for long, alright? I've gotta go.
Have you seen Charlotte?
[chatter continues]
‐ What fucking good are you?
Fucking good are you...
ALL: Allahu akbar! Allahu akbar! Allahu akbar!
‐ Allahu akbar! ‐ Allahu akbar!
[crying]
‐ [smacks wall] ‐ Fuck...
♪
IYAD: Went pretty well, didn't it? NASSER: Yeah.
It was a decent piano though. ‐ Yeah, pretty decent.
Hey, Paul? What the fuck? Where'd you go?
‐ What's the matter, man?
‐ Charlotte's been arrested. ‐ Oh, fuck. I'm sorry, man.
‐ Yeah, she, um... She‐she sent me money.
Once.
Now the fuckers are charging her for terrorism.
‐ Well, what about Alex?
Your mom got Alex?
‐ No, child services have taken him.
‐ No, no, no, no, no. That's bullocks.
He's 6 years old. They can't do that shit.
I tell you now. ‐ They've already transferred him
to a fucking foster home, mate. They've already transferred him.
I've gotta do something. I can't...
I can't just stay here and forget about him, alright?
I can't. ‐ Listen, man.
We always knew this was a one‐way ticket.
‐ What? Is that a fucking "I told you so," Nasser, huh?
Is that a fucking "I told you so"? ‐ Easy, easy.
‐ What he's trying to say is that we're fighting for 1,000 Muslim children.
We swore a sacrifice, brother.
‐ My son's not a fucking piano that I can set on fire to prove my faith.
Sorry.
I'm sorry. I shouldn't be taking it out on you. I'm sorry.
IYAD: It's alright, man. It's alright. ‐ Well then,
I've gotta go back. Alright? ‐ No.
‐ I've gotta see him. I‐I've gotta fix this.
‐ Brother, brother.
You know that you can't.
‐ I will come back. I swear, I will come back,
but I have to see my son. ‐ What?
You think they'll just give him back if you return? Huh?
They'll arrest you the instant your plane hits the ground, bro.
‐ Listen, you also need to be really careful around here, yeah?
If anyone catches you even thinking about leaving...
‐ (sighs) What am I supposed to do?
‐ Come. Come, man, come on.
♪
[dog barking] ‐ Spas.
‐ It means thank you.
You said this woman was a killing machine. You were joking, right?
‐ Don't know her much, but I heard she's brutal.
‐ Doesn't make any sense.
I can't imagine Anna being... brutal.
‐ Maybe you don't know your sister the way you thought you did.
‐ Or maybe she's not his sister.
RYAN: The real question is
if your sister is here with Gilia killing ISIS,
how come everyone thinks she's dead?
Once we're done with the bridge,
we're gonna rendezvous with Gilia's battalion.
So if you're looking for answers about your sister...
[Sarya and woman speak Kurdish]
‐ Be patient.
And stay alive.
For another day or two.
[Arabic chatter]
IYAD: Easy, yeah?
‐ No, you gotta click it three times.
No, other way. MAN: [speaking Arabic]
NASSER: Time has come, man. MAN: [speaking Arabic]
‐ Widow, huh?
Sounds experienced.
Should we let her pop your cherry?
[Arabic chatter]
IYAD: A widow?
‐ Come, man. Yallah.
Come.
[grunts]
PAUL: Come on. ‐ Zip it.
I don't know her.
Do I look alright in this?
My head scarf?
‐ You look fine. Come on. ‐ Okay.
[grunts]
[truck starts]
NASSER: Don't worry, man.
We'll get them for what they did to you.
There he is. Okay, Paul?
‐ Yeah. ‐ Shit, there's five of them!
He said he was coming on his ones.
‐ Look at that, lads. Little dickhead finally made some friends.
You think these benders are gonna help you, Paulie?
Fuckin' losers.
‐ [grunting, yelling] ‐ Fuckin' come on then!
Come on, you camel fucker!
[indistinct yelling, grunting]
You're gonna die in this alley, do you know that!? Dickhead!
Come here, you shit!
Wanker! Fuck off!
‐ Fuck you! ‐ [groaning]
[indistinct yelling]
BULLY: Dickhead! Come on, then! Dickhead!
IYAD: Nasser! BULLY: Fuck off then!
[yelling, grunting]
[grunt] Fuck off! Get off me!
You're out of your fucking mind! Get off me, fucking prick!
Get off! ‐ Fucking hit him! Hit him!
[grunting, hitting]
Fucking bastard! ‐ [screaming]
Iyad! Iyad! Calm down! Calm down.
♪
You did good, brother.
[panting]
[sighs] PAUL: [speaking Arabic]
‐ Aladhi.
What does it mean? ‐ Aladhi yuwaswisoo.
The one who whispers. The whispering devil
inserts evil thoughts into the hearts of people?
‐ No, I'm asking grammatically.
Aladhi means what?
Remember?
Arabic uses different words for males and females.
Aladhi means "who," but for a singular male.
Alati means "who" for a singular female.
‐ Where is she, mate? That singular female.
[chuckles]
This book is sick.
‐ Look at this building.
All the families here are broken up.
They have no money for food, but they still drink alcohol
and buy lottery tickets.
The Koran gives me hope that I'll be different.
♪
SEATED MAN: [speaking Arabic]
‐ [chuckles] ‐ [mouthing]
WOODY: When we join the revolution, we have to pick
a Kurdish name for ourselves. You know? A nom de guerre.
Like Shamaran did.
My name is Sidar.
But some of the Kurds, they like to call us by our celebrity doppelgänger names.
They call me Woody Allen.
‐ Y‐you don't look like him.
‐ I have glasses. That's good enough.
‐ [chuckles]
What about you?
‐ Claudia Schiffer.
You got something to say? ‐ No, nothing.
What about you?
‐ Captain America.
Sarya!
What should we call our new recruit?
‐ Alice.
In fucking Wonderland. ‐ [chuckling]
ANTOINE: [speaking French]
ANTOINE:
SARYA: Shh, shh, shh...
[speaking Kurdish]
[door creaks]
[locks door]
[sighs]
♪
[kissing]
[sighs]
[kissing]
♪
[birds chirping]
‐ The piers are too thick.
You need to hit the girders instead.
Four charges,
20 kilos each.
Place them on one of the girders,
in even spaces, like this.
Okay? ‐ [speaking French]
[indistinct murmuring]
♪
[inaudible]
‐ We need a few hours to finish the job.
Woody, Eva, take the other side of the bridge.
Ryan, you go to the hill. Take Alice with you.
Go!
‐ Take it before and after.
[indistinct Arabic singing outside]
‐ Are you alright?
‐ When did you get here?
‐ Four months ago. To Iraq.
‐ When was your husband killed?
‐ Two months ago.
In Sinjar.
‐ You know, it's a great honor being a shahid's wife.
‐ I am a believer. My faith is strong.
[Arabic singing outside]
I loved my husband.
I will love you. ‐ [knocking]
PAUL: Iyad.
Sheikh wants us to go check out a Christian village.
Come on.
[Arabic chatter]
‐ Well? How'd it go? You have fun?
‐ Yeah. She'll be a good wife, man.
‐ Yeah? Alright, man. ‐ Yeah.
[chuckling] SHEIKH: [speaking Arabic]
MEN: Allahu akbar! Allahu akbar!
IYAD:
[Arabic chatter]
[taps car]
[men yelling, cheering]
‐ Hey. What was that about?
‐ Oh, no. Just telling sheikh about the wedding.
[yelling, cheering continues]
IYAD: So? PAUL: Not good.
The bloody judge only went and set bail at 5,000 quid.
We can't afford it.
NASSER: They're keeping him locked up then?
‐ This is gonna be his third arrest in two years.
It was only a matter of time he'd get nicked again.
‐ Sorry, mate.
‐ Oi! This is his wife?
Cor, look at her! She's fit!
If she were my missus, I woulda never have killed myself.
‐ If she were your missus, she'd have blown herself up instead.
‐ [laughs] But he didn't even kill himself, you know.
He believed he were going to some sort of paradise to marry 72 women,
better than her. ‐ Do you believe in it?
IYAD: I'm just agnostic to it. NASSER: What's that mean?
‐ It means I don't have enough info to support it
or rule it out. ‐ Just asked if you believe in it,
not if you know. So?
Do you? IYAD: Well, obviously,
I believe in some sort of paradise.
‐ Three of them born in West Yorkshire.
Where'd they even get the bombs from? IYAD: They just built them themselves.
It's called TATP, mother of Satan.
They're actually very easy to make.
‐ Is it now? Lemme guess. You think you can build one, too.
‐ Fuck yeah, I can. There are manuals on the internet. I've read them.
‐ Are you crazy? Do you want the police to trace and arrest you?
‐ Do you think I'm dumb? I did it at school,
and I used proxy to hide myself.
PAUL: You used what? ‐ No, seriously, mate. Be careful.
The whole country's going mad because of it.
You can't do stupid things.
‐ I say we build one.
We'll be famous. IYAD: Who would you blow up?
‐ I don't know. The Queen? ‐ [laughs]
The Queen? You serious?
What did she ever do to you? PAUL: Nothing.
Don't know.
It would be big, wouldn't it?
NASSER: Nah, there's no way.
She's way too protected. IYAD: True that.
Anyway, she's kind of boring. We should go with someone more famous.
Like...
Coldplay. PAUL: Coldplay?!
Nah, mate. I love Coldplay.
No chance. Nasser, your turn.
NASSER: [sighs] I don't know. PAUL: Come on, mate.
Just pick a name. Any name.
‐ Just tell me where you want me to do it, and I'll do it.
[dart thuds]
[men yelling in Arabic]
♪
[Arabic chatter continues]
[gunshot]
[yelling in Arabic]
[Arabic chatter continues]
[gunshot]
SHEIKH: [speaking Arabic]
‐ [laughing] ‐ [men yelling in Arabic]
SHEIKH:
NASSER:
[laughing]
[Arabic chatter continues]
SHEIKH:
[men yelling]
MEN: Allahu akbar! Allahu akbar!
MEN: Allahu akbar!
[yelling in Arabic]
‐ Allahu akbar! ‐ Allahu akbar!
[excited chatter]
[gunshot]
♪
[Arabic chatter]
‐ It's my hog's tooth.
As long as it's on me, I'm untouchable.
‐ Hog?
RYAN: Hunter of gunmen.
Sniper. ‐ You served in the army?
‐ Marine Corps.
Three tours in Iraq.
When we got back home, I saw on TV how everything here was going to shit.
Realized that our war was all for nothing.
My friends died for nothing.
And it was just getting worse.
So... [sighs]
came to help.
You know, I can lie like this for hours.
Like a sphinx...
or a rock.
I rest my cheek,
take two deep breaths.
I have to seep into the silence to be able to control the wind's influence.
So...
I empty the space in my brain from all the noises.
The interruptions of the world.
I just pull out the plug and let all my brain dirt drain out.
Like in a bath.
‐ Very poetic.
‐ You're right.
It'd be a shame to let that go to waste.
Let's take a video for Luis' followers.
Don't shake it.
‐ Okay.
‐ I bet you'd love this routine.
It's like therapy.
I can lie like this for hours.
Like a sphinx,
a rock‐‐ ‐ Seriously?
You're gonna do it all again?
‐ Like a sphinx,
a rock.
I rest my cheek,
take two deep breaths.
I have to seep into the silence to be able to control the wind's influence.
I empty the space in my brain from all the noises...
♪
‐ Alright, lazy boys. I'm going for a run.
Gotta stay on it.
[indistinct chatter]
[construction noise]
[car approaching]
[panting]
♪ dramatic music playing ♪
[door slams]
‐ Hey there, Nasser.
Really good to see you here, yeah? ‐ Good to see you, too, Stanley.
‐ I'm afraid I don't have much time.
You got any people of interest you wanna tell me about?
‐ Yeah, there's this guy, Abu Yasser Al‐Suri.
Here's the one in charge.
‐ Is that it?
[sighs] Shit.
He's mid‐level at most.
Involved only in local activity.
No, you're gonna have to aim a lot higher than that.
‐ Well, they're gonna launch a full‐scale attack on a sector,
so‐‐ ‐ Yeah. Then again,
also local news.
You heard any chatter about planned attacks back home?
Mainland Europe?
You know, right now, a fuckin' rumor would do.
‐ Well, they told us to kidnap Europeans and Americans.
Any foreign volunteers that are helping the Kurds.
‐ Okay, names? Targets? ‐ No.
‐ [sighs]
Okay.
Well, when you got something useful,
get in touch, huh?
NASSER: Uh, wait, man.
I'm worried. ‐ Oh?
‐ About Paul and Iyad.
‐ Why? You think they might suspect?
‐ No, no, no. Of course not. It's just that...
[sighs] This place, like, it's...
proper getting to them, you know?
Big time. ‐ Look, Nasser,
I admire the way you look after your friends, you know?
But...
I promise to...
to do everything I can for them, but at the end of the day,
you're the asset.
You are our top priority.
‐ Yeah, no, I get that. It's just...
obviously, I knew it was gonna be difficult to come out here. It's just...
when you actually see it,
like... it's a different thing. ‐ Yeah.
Well, violence here is gonna seep into Europe.
It's inevitable.
When that begins to happen,
we're gonna need you to be in the right position to help prevent it.
Remember. You're British.
You were recruited
to help save lives back at home,
not try to end civil wars in the Middle East.
[chuckle]
But if the pressure's getting to you, you know,
if it's too much, you need to tell me.
What do you wanna do?
‐ Nothing.
I wanna finish the mission.
‐ [sighs]
Good lad.
Let's go. [sighs]
[car starts]
‐ [radio static] SARYA [on radio]: Ryan, we're in position.
Blowing up the bridge in five seconds.
Five,
four,
three,
two...
[explosion]
[women ululating]
Looks good. Heading your way.
‐ Semper Gumby. [sighs]
You know what that means, Antoine?
‐ Some Marines bullshit?
‐ Right on.
It's the Marines' motto.
‐ I thought it was Semper Fidelis.
‐ Nah, fuck no.
Fidelis is Hollywood crap.
A real Marine is Semper Gumby.
Always flexible.
That's you, Antoine.
Nice job with the bridge.
‐ Thanks.
[cars approaching]
‐ Get off the road.
‐ [women yelling] RYAN: Down. Down.
‐ [radio static] ‐ Two pickups heading your way.
I can make six hostiles.
SARYA [on radio]: Getting into position.
[guns cocking]
[panting]
Wait for my signal.
[cars approaching]
[cars rumbling]
[gunfire]
[men yelling]
[gunfire continues]
[men yelling]
[gunfire]
‐ [shooting stops] ‐ [groan]
[heavy breathing]
[panting]
ANTOINE: I think you got all of them.
‐ [gunfire] ‐ Get down! Ryan!
[gunfire]
[gasping]
‐ [gurgling] ‐ [radio static]
SARYA [on radio]: Okay, we're done here.
♪
Ryan?
[choking, gurgling]
Ryan, do you copy?
[gasping]
SARYA: Ryan? Can you hear me, Ryan?
[breathing slows]
[footsteps]
[running]
‐ Fuck.
‐ Let's get the fuck out of here.
[sighs]
♪ somber music playing ♪
[heavy breathing]
♪