[phone static]
ANTOINE: [on phone] [speaking French]
[sniffling]
[phone static]
[speaking French]
[Lorraine crying]
[Kurdish chatter]
♪
[Kurdish chatter]
[scraping plate]
[speaking Kurdish]
[giggling]
[ululating]
[cars approaching]
VARIOUS: [speaking Kurdish]
[laughs]
EVA: You're still here? ‐ I like the weather.
EVA: Oh yeah? WOODY: Don't lie.
You love the fight. ANTOINE: [laughs] How are you?
‐ Good. ‐ Good?
[car doors slamming]
[indistinct chatter]
[inaudible]
♪
ANNA: [speaking French]
[gasps]
[crying]
♪ somber music playing ♪
‐ [insects chirping] ‐ [Kurdish chatter]
ANNA:
♪
[Kurdish chatter]
♪
[Arabic chatter]
IYAD: I can't believe you were able to bring us with you!
We're at the capital of the Islamic State! Woo!
You like it?
NASSER: The black door. Yeah. IYAD: Is it?
[baby crying]
NASSER: This is me and Paul.
Iyad, you're upstairs, yeah?
IYAD: Uh, when are we heading to the office, man?
‐ Uh, just gimme a couple minutes, yeah?
[office chatter]
[door creaks]
[phones ringing]
♪ reggae music playing ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
[music gets louder]
‐ 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?
[grunts]
♪ reggae music continues ♪
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.
‐ Well...
Work here every day till late.
‐ Come after. After you finish here.
[street chatter]
‐ What's this about, huh?
Why are you even here?
Huh?
[starts scooter]
[muffled chatter]
[knocking]
‐ [door opens] ‐ [Paul and Iyad murmuring]
IYAD: 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 still oppressing those poor people.
Ask you again, what the fuck did you think was gonna happen?
They wouldn't fight back? ‐ [speaking Arabic]
Our Koran 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?! ‐ [kicks chair]
‐ Yeah! Yeah, I'm sorry! ‐ Huh?!
‐ 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.
[ragged breathing] I'm sorry.
[crying] I'm sorry, man. ‐ I fucking missed you, bro.
Fucking missed you, man.
‐ Missed you, too. ‐ [crying]
‐ Good you're here.
♪
AMARA: [speaking Kurdish]
‐ [repeats] ‐ [speaking Kurdish]
[soldiers giggling]
[repeats]
[gasping, struggling]
‐ [giggling] ‐ [repeats]
SARYA: [speaking French]
ANTOINE: [repeats]
[speaking French]
EVA: Sarya.
I wanna go to Kobani.
Hey, we're missing all the action here!
ANTOINE: I've heard they don't wanna send all the volunteers
'cause it's too risky. ‐ [water pouring]
[water tap squeaking]
What? EVA: 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.
[sighs]
[car approaching]
[cuts engine]
‐ [door opens, shuts] ‐ [indistinct chatter]
[Antoine chuckles]
Mm.
[chuckles]
ANTOINE:
Mm‐hmm.
♪
[engine idling]
[car approaching]
♪
‐ Well, well, well.
All the dusty roads in all the world.
‐ Whatever you have to say, Stuart, I'm not interested.
‐ Oh, you can call me Stanley now.
‐ Still not interested.
‐ Well, it's a shame.
We made a good team, you and I.
Mm. 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, uh, 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.
‐ Oh.
Okay.
So, for‐‐ for old time's sake then,
little gift for you.
No strings attached.
Abu Rida El‐Liby, hm?
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. ‐ [chuckles]
‐ And if the Libyan dies, your asset will be promoted.
‐ Oh, 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?
♪ reggae music playing ♪
NASSER: Two seconds, yeah?
♪ reggae music continues ♪
[woman laughing]
‐ You're Nasser, right?
Lance Corporal Nasser Yassin?
NASSER: I don't know who you are,
but do me a favor, mate,
fuck off. ‐ [chuckles]
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?
NASSER: Who the fuck are you? Police?
‐ No. [chuckles] ‐ MI5?
‐ No. ‐ [scoffs]
MI6?
‐ Give me 10 minutes of your time.
‐ Look, I ain't done nothing wrong here.
‐ No, you haven't.
But your mates have.
Come.
[door opens]
[door shuts]
‐ 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, uh, lemme see...
Yeah, both of them,
talking to ISIS recruiters on tape. RECRUITER: [on tape, speaking Arabic]
STANLEY: 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 out there?
‐ 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 into 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...
[sighs]
According to protocol,
I should've shot him. ‐ Yeah.
But, you didn't. ‐ Fuck no.
‐ Mm. ‐ 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.
[sighs]
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.
‐ [scoffs]
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 we're 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...
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?
♪
[sighs] So, when you going?
‐ Uh, we're‐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.
You've left everything you know and love behind in West London,
and you're starting afresh in Islamic State.
[knocking]
It's perfectly fine for you to be nervous.
In the meantime, just... [inhales]
[exhales]
Good. Hold on.
Just a moment.
‐ [door opens] Hey. Come in.
[door shuts]
Now...
We have something for you.
[unzipping]
‐ Is this mine? STANLEY: It's an exact replica.
‐ There's a communication device inside it.
Here, let me show you.
Hm?
‐ Okay, wait. Does it have to be in the Koran?
‐ 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 Koran though,
that can go everywhere you go. JENNY: Mm‐hmm.
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.
[beep]
‐ Oh. [laughs]
Yeah, that's cool.
JENNY: 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."
[muffled street noise]
‐ Yes, lads! Sorry I'm late. ‐ [laughter, chatter]
PAUL: Hey. Hey, how you doing? ‐ Good, man. You got everything ready?
PAUL: Look at this.
Look like a crusader, huh? ‐ [laughs] Yeah, man.
Oh, you say goodbye to Charlotte and Alex? ‐ Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, 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.
‐ Y‐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, uh, he's gonna be a good kid.
‐ He's gonna be proud!
[laughter]
‐ 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?
Eh? More like are you sure about going? ‐ [laughs]
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.
I know Iyad can be very, uh...
persuasive. ‐ What do you mean I can be persuasive?
This was all Paul's idea.
I thought it was mad at first.
‐ [chuckles]
[car rumbling]
♪
STANLEY: [taped message] 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.
NASSER: [speaking Arabic]
Uh, 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‐I‐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‐I‐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? Huh?
Listen...
It's not me, man. It's not me.
I‐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...
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.
‐ [sighs] 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 the Sheikh. ‐ No, please don't do that.
‐ Well, 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? ‐ [door opens]
‐ W‐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. [laughs]
♪
[trucks starting]
♪
[Arabic chatter]
IYAD: [speaking Arabic]
[phone ringing]
NASSER: [on phone] Yeah, it's me. Is Paul about?
‐ Paul, it's Nas.
‐ Hey, what's up? NASSER: 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? ‐ [clicks button]
‐ 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. PAUL: What are you...?
LUKE: [on computer] Daddy!
‐ Hey.
Hey, Alex. ALEX: Where are you?
‐ I'm, uh...
I‐I‐I'm traveling.
I'm traveling.
I miss you so much.
‐ Me, too. I miss Mommy, too.
When are you coming back?
‐ Um...
Yeah, I‐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?
ALEX: Yeah. ‐ Yeah, you eating?
‐ Yeah. They're not giving me pork, Daddy. Don't worry.
‐ [chuckles] And, uh...
Uh, and school?
School, how's school? ALEX: Daddy!
WOMAN: No, it's okay. Give it to me. PAUL: 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.
Oh, fuck.
[sighs]
‐ Bro...
Right, brother, brother. Look.
You seen Alex, yeah? ‐ [heavy breathing]
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. [laughing]
‐ 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. Um, no. No, he's gone.
He's, uh, he's gone with the Libyan.
‐ What?
‐ Yeah. Yeah, he went off earlier. Why?
♪
[cars honking, street chatter]
‐ Hey, where you going? Where you‐‐ IYAD: Huh?
‐ Oh, don't worry. I finished the reports. It's all good.
‐ Nah, man, we gotta plan the interrogations.
‐ Oh, come on, I'm riding with him. You should come, too.
Come on, man! ‐ No, it's important, man‐‐
‐ Come on! THE LIBYAN:
You heard him. Come on!
[cars starting]
[indistinct chatter]
FIGHTER: [speaking Kurdish]
SARYA: [speaking French]
♪
[panting]
ANTOINE:
SARYA:
[radio clicks]
♪
[radio clicking]
SARYA:
[sighs]
♪
[cars approaching]
[cars stopping]
[Arabic chatter]
IYAD:
ANTOINE: [speaking French]
SARYA: [speaking French]
‐ ISIS FIGHTERS: [speaking Arabic] ‐ [texting]
♪
[Arabic chatter]
[texting]
♪
‐ 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.
[indistinct]
Nas, man, easy. You're freaking me out. ‐ I need you right now.
Right now, right now. ‐ Nas. Nas!
[indistinct]
[speaking Kurdish]
[blast, missile flying]
NASSER: I'll explain later.
‐ [missile flying] ‐ [shouting]
[grunts]
[grunting]
♪
[gunfire stops]
[fire crackling]
ANNA: [speaking Kurdish]
SARYA: [speaking French]
[panting]
[fire crackling]
[inaudible]
‐ [muffled flame roaring] ‐ [labored breathing]
[fire crackling]
[speaking Kurdish]
ANTOINE:
SARYA:
[gunshot]
‐ [muffled gunfire] ‐ [labored breathing]
[gunshots]
♪
[grunts]
[labored breathing]
[gasps]
♪