Don't move! Get out of the car! Hands up!
What's going on?
Let me go!
-Lisha! -Lisha!
-Sulle! -We have to get her out.
Pervin, it's me.
I'm not demanding anything. It's up to you.
-No one else can help her. -Eva, no, no.
Do you think it's right what they do, killing innocent people?
When is there a pee break?
Kerima!
What about Lisha?
Why did you want to take her to Syria?
-I didn't want to. -Who was it, then?
-Hello. Are you Ibrahim Haddad? -Stop!
Take him on the way out.
We were looking for a girl. Lisha Wasem, from Sweden.
-How did you know I was here? -I know some people.
-I can't tell you right now. -Husam...
I'm proud of you. You'll be a martyr!
The time has come. Abu Jibril has given the signal.
One of your colleagues issued a nationwide alert for Emil and Jakob Johannisson.
You are not to issue a nationwide alert for those two. Understood?
-Tell me about the attack! -I don't know...
The terrorist attack against Sweden!
It's me. I think I know how to find Fatima Zukic.
The time is 6:30 a.m. This is the local news with Daniel Furman.
Schools in the county require additional funding of two billion--
CALIPHATE
Could you...
Answer, damn it.
Hello, Pervin?
Husam's going to die. They're making him a suicide bomber.
It could be any day now, and when he's dead, Lisha and I will be--
-I can't worry about that now. -I'll be married off--
Not now! The attack is today.
-The attack is today, Pervin. -What? When?
I don't know.
-You have to help me find out. -But...
-How do I... How? -I don't know. Figure it out!
-You have to help me. -Eva, please, listen to me. I can't!
Help me or you'll never get home.
-Find out when and where. -What?
-What are you saying? -You heard me.
-But you made me stay. -I know, but I don't give a shit.
Do you hear me?
I won't get you home unless you help me now!
But, Eva--
Excuse me?
-Yes? -Did you find a blue backpack?
-You said that to her? -Yes!
-But how could you say that? -I had to!
I'd rather let her die and stop the attack.
I hope you would, too!
-Sure, sure. -Where are you?
On my way to work. Are you in town?
No, I'm hiding under some bloody motorway in Västberga.
-Why? -What else can I do?
The city's crawling with police. I don't know where to go.
Yes, Västberga.
Flight BK632 to London Heathrow is now ready for boarding...
Welcome to the Viktoria Hall. Hello. Come in.
Hello.
Why is He turning away from me?
I pray and I pray...
And yet, He's turning away from me.
I don't want to die!
-I don't want to die. -We have got to leave.
How?
I'm talking to the Swedish police.
I've been helping them.
That's why I have the mobile phone.
They can help us escape.
They have to save me.
Okay.
They'll help you.
-If you tell them about the attack. -I promise.
-And the Traveler. Everything. -Okay.
If you do, they'll bring us home. Okay?
Okay. Thank you.
Hello?
Hi. It's now, at eleven o'clock. Three simultaneous attacks.
They're bombing a plane to London
and some meeting in a place called the Viktoria Hall,
and they're shooting people on the Underground.
-Which station? -Globen.
They're going to go in and shoot everyone they see.
Wait!
Let me make a call! Wait!
-Wait, wait, wait! -Get out!
-There's an attack! -What's your emergency?
-Please wait! -Get out of the car!
-Hello? -Drop the phone!
-Your name and location? -Get out of the car! Get out!
-On the ground! -Hello? Are you there?
Please, listen! They're blowing up a plane to London!
-Drop the phone! -On the ground!
They're going to shoot people!
So you take that entrance.
I'll go in the other way.
Got it?
This is it, Jakob.
So what do you do first?
I smash the door, throw in a grenade and start shooting people.
Exactly, everyone you see.
And take your time. We're not in a hurry.
I'll meet you in the middle.
In the name of God.
Police! Freeze!
Get the gun! Get the gun!
Don't move!
The gun's secured!
Turn around! Show your hands!
Face down!
Stop pressing that. Nothing will happen.
It's all over.
Sit down!
Cuff him.
Sit!
Both brothers disarmed. I repeat, both are disarmed.
What's their status?
One brother is deceased, the other one's condition is unclear.
Thanks. Mariestad Two, all clear?
Affirmative. The hall's evacuated. No civilians remaining on site.
Copy.
Mariestad Three, where's the Traveler?
Traffic's heavy. We're a few minutes away from Viktoria Hall.
Copy.
...which would mean a delay of up to one year.
We've just received reports of a shooting at the Globen Station in Stockholm.
Mariestad Five here, copy that. We're on standby.
...of any dead or injured.
A shooting has occurred near the Globen Station...
-What the fuck! -What's going on?
Go, go, go!
He's heading west. We're in pursuit.
-What's going on? -He must have spotted us!
How the fuck did he spot you?
-Do we stop him? -Just stay on his tail.
Don't intervene. He's got an unstable bomb in the car.
-Do not intervene! -Okay.
Copy that.
He's gone into a car park on 44-46 Selmedalsvägen Road.
Wait for backup. Go, go, go!
Secure the building.
Wait for backup.
What's the status?
No contact since he went in.
All exits are secured.
Put out an alert and clear the building.
Status? Where's the bomb unit?
They'll be here in 20.
We'll search the building then.
Get a move on!
-Hello, hi. I'm your downstairs neighbor. -Hello.
Any chance you've got a water leak?
Go, go, go! Second floor!
In, in, in! Come on!
It should be dry in here.
I'll just check the washing machine.
-Police! Open up! -Open the door!
-What's wrong? -You must leave the building.
-Mum, come on!
-How many in the family? -Three?
Move, move!
I've just had the pipes replaced, you see.
Police, open up!
-Open up! -What's going on?
Open up!
You must evacuate!
Mark it.
Everyone must leave the building!
Evacuate immediately!
Everyone out! This is the police!
Evacuate immediately!
-Start clearing the other houses. -We're on it.
-Where's group three? -On their way.
I want an ETA.
Everyone out of the building! There's a risk of explosion!
Keep right outside the door. Leave the building!
Let's go, let's go.
A powerful bomb exploded today in a Stockholm car park,
following a foiled terrorist attack.
The original plot, however, was deemed "extremely sophisticated,"
and involved three simultaneous attacks.
SAPO HAS STOPPED THREE ATTACKS
But the attacks were foiled
at the very last moment by the Security Service.
Police in Europe are searching for 25-year-old Ibrahim Haddad,
who is thought to be the mastermind of the terror plot.
Ibrahim Haddad grew up in Sweden,
born to an Egyptian father and a Swedish mother.
Police now suspect him
of planning today's foiled attacks for six months.
And during this time,
he used a series of different identities,
such as George Barakat and Mustafa...
-Hello. Police. -Miryam?
With us in studio is Kristin Hägglöf, deputy head of the Security Service.
A last-minute tip-off, you say.
Was it in fact pure chance?
Not at all.
This was the result of an ongoing and systematic operation.
But it is correct that we received a late tip.
What can we learn from today's events?
That Sweden is extremely vulnerable.
We're a strategic target for international terrorism,
and we cannot afford to be naive.
Naive? So that's the message you want to get out there?
We're so bloody naive in this country that only SÄPO can protect us?
Fucking lies.
So you knew all about this the whole fucking time, is that right?
That's right.
-Security at Arlanda, too? They knew? -Of course.
We have a great partnership.
You didn't want to stop it.
Do you know what everyone in this building hates?
Spying on evil fucking jihadists for months on end, and then what?
They walk away scot-free. Or serve time for planning an attack.
Five years in prison. Out after three.
What you did is illegal!
-You should be celebrating right now. -Celebrating?
If you'd followed orders and trusted your superiors.
Trusted you? You tried to kill me!
Is that what you think?
You killed Dolores.
Jakob Johannisson killed Dolores because he thought she was you.
Jakob?
What? How did he find me?
Car registry, I guess.
Dolores is dead because of you, Fatima.
Why didn't you tell me?
After what you did to Lorentz?
You would have blown our cover.
And Abu Jibril?
I turned him first.
He's been my source for two years.
No one else knew about him.
He gave us everything.
Thanks to him, we've followed Ibrahim Haddad's every fucking move.
You have a choice here:
Tell them everything. Nothing'll happen, no one'll believe you.
And we'll make sure you spend a few years in prison.
Or you choose to stay loyal.
And we'll drop everything.
-Salaam alaikum. -Alaikum salaam.
What's going on?
We failed.
The police were waiting for them.
-They caught the Traveler? -He's on the run.
-Why hasn't he called? -He won't.
Why not?
He knows my phone's tapped.
It has been all along.
The police knew everything.
But how?
'Cause someone's betrayed us.
In Sweden?
Someone here.
He was never a true believer.
Never really fitted in.
So he helped the police to get away.
Deep down, I knew it.
But I was too weak.
Omar, tell us who he is!
-Ahmed. -Ahmed?
The dog.
Traitor!
What now?
We pray to Allah.
Ask for the emir's forgiveness.
Hello? Eva?
Hi, Pervin.
-Listen, I'm getting you home. -What?
-Really? -Yes.
-Promise? -Yes, I promise.
I'm coming to get you myself. Okay?
Okay. Thank you. Thank you...
Have your passports ready to go and pack only the essentials.
-Okay. -You'll be back home soon, Pervin.
Okay.
Thanks for the lift.
Listen, you have the helpline number for Family Support, right?
Call us anytime.
-And the emergency psychiatric clinic? -Yeah.
Mind yourself now, Kerima.
Are you back home, sister?
Go downstairs and order a pizza, then text "OK."
There's a bag of clothes in the bathroom bin. Put them on.
Ibbe!
-Hi! -Praise be to Allah!
Want some pasta? I'm a great cook.
-Really? -Sure.
You're the best.
I know.
It's Sulle.
-What will I say? -Here.
-Give it to me. -What are you doing?
Listen to me, you can't have any contact with Sulle.
Or anyone else for that matter.
It's too risky.
Understood?
Do you promise?
Promise.
Here.
What Sulle and I have planned mustn't be jeopardized.
So you've talked?
Who? Sulle and me?
Sure. We talk quite a lot.
About what?
We have some big plans.
It's best if you don't know anything.
I'll show you.
Here. Hold it with both hands, this one underneath for support. Good.
Point it slightly downwards, and then just move the finger. Okay?
Get it?
No, no, no...
Why not?
We're not man and wife. It's forbidden.
-Then why am I here? -Because I need you. I like you.
Ask Sulle instead. She's the one you really want.
-Trust me, you don't want in on this. -How do you know?
-I just do. -How?
You're not prepared to die.
Stop!
Pull in here.
ID's and documents.
Salaam alaikum.
-Check the documents. -Open the boot!
Thank you.
You're welcome. Safe travels.
Go, go, go!
Then you shut the padlock.
-What, so it won't come off now? -No.
-In case you chicken out? -Exactly.
Here's a watch.
So you'll know when it's time.
We're doing a "Baghdad party pooper."
Okay?
At first, everyone will be in front of the stage.
And that's where you'll be.
Then you blow yourself up.
Shit.
Afterwards, it will be total panic.
Everyone running towards the exit, where Sulle will be waiting.
Then she blows herself up.
Fuck.
Then all the ambulances will arrive, rescue workers,
and I'll be disguised as a paramedic.
Then I'll blow myself up.
Shit.
Just like they do it in Baghdad.
How do we detonate it?
I'll do it.
With my mobile phone.
What concert is it?
Some show for teenage girls.
Just like you.
They'll kill us, you know.
They'll flog us in the market.
Eat up, Lisha.
We're going to hell.
A Swedish police officer? Can't you see she's setting us up?
We'll go to prison. And Lisha...
Do you really think her parents want to see her again?
Fuck.
-Do you? -Be quiet!
She's dead to them.
We're going to hell!
I'll take it.
She'll be here soon. Come on.
-Got the passports? -Yes.
-Money? Papers? -Yes, everything.
Okay, good.
There, there, darling.
-She's outside. -Right.
Up you get. Let's go.
Okay. Go, go, go.
Lisha! Time to go. Zip it up.
Husam, open up!
Open the door, it's Omar.
It's Omar, open up!
Hi, Omar. Salaam alaikum.
Alaikum salaam. May I come in?
Welcome. Of course, brother.
Have a seat.
Can I get you tea or something? Anything at all?
-What can I do for you, brother? -You know why I'm here.
We're going to the front line. You will be a martyr.
It's time for you to meet God now.
-Give me half an hour, Omar. -No.
-Please? -No.
-Give me 30 minutes. -I said no.
Why not?
I don't trust your wife. She'll stop you.
No, I swear! I want to die a glorious death. I just--
-No! -I swear, you can trust me.
-Lisha, what are you doing? -Let go! He's lying!
They're taking me back to Sweden! They've talked to the police!
-I'll go to prison! Allah will punish me! -Stay there!
I'm never going home! No!
Stay down!
You little snake! You rat!
You're a dead man! You will burn in hell!
Pervin!
She's hit in the back!
Lisha? Lisha?
Hi. Are you okay? Are you hurt?
Okay, look at me. I'm Fatima, I'm a police officer.
I'm here to help you, okay? Can you stand up?
Your family's waiting for you. Let me help you.
-We're going home now. -I am home.
-Your family's waiting for you. -They're not my family.
-Listen to me, Lisha. I'm begging you. -Fatima!
No. Leave!
-Your sister's waiting for you. -Fatima!
No! Sulle's coming here!
-Let go! I don't want to! -Lisha, please!
-No! -Lisha, please!
-Lisha, come on! -No! You will burn in hell!
You'll feel the wrath of Allah!
Pervin? Please, say something. You'll be all right.
Come on. We're almost at the border.
-Pervin, hang in there. -Nearly there.
Stop! Open the boot!
-Salaam alaikum. -Alaikum salaam.
-Your papers. -Here you go.
Stay here. I'll check them and come back.
Search the boot.
Stay awake, Pervin. Come on.
No! Up, up, up...
Pervin, we're almost done.
That's it.
Come on, Pervin.
Up, up, up... Stay awake!
-You may continue. -Thanks.
Pervin, we're leaving!
We're leaving! Come on.
-Stay awake. -We're nearly there.
Just a little longer, Pervin!
Pervin, we're leaving!
Okay. Okay.
Eva...
We did it. We stopped the whole bloody thing.
-My name's Fatima. -Almost there!
Hang in there, okay? We're almost there.
Latifa?
-Can I smell her? -Here's your mummy.
-Keep her awake! -Pervin...
Hang in there, Pervin. Please. We're almost there.
Pervin?
We're going home now, okay?
We're on our way home. Everything will be all right. I promise.
Pervin, please, wake up!
Pervin, please!
We're almost home! Pervin!
Pervin, hang in there! Look at me!
Look at me, Pervin! Look at me!
Pervin!
Pervin, please wake up!
Pervin! Please, Pervin!
Pervin, please, please!
Pervin! Pervin, please!
Pervin! Pervin...
No, Pervin!
We're going home! Please, wake up!
We're going home! Please wake up!
Thanks.
THIS IS IT! SO FUCKING SICK!
What are you talking about?
Hello?
What? I can't hear you.
Wait, I can't hear a thing. Hang on.
-Hello? -Hey. Are you here?
Where? What do you mean?
At the concert.
What concert? What are you on about?
But we're blowing ourselves up!
We're going to paradise.
-I'm not. Says who? -Ibbe.
-When? -In five minutes! I'm wearing the vest.
We're going to die together.
I'm not going to die.
He's lied to you, Kerima.
But he's killing himself, too.
No, he lied to you.
He lied to all of us!
-But... he said... -Please, try to get the vest off.
Kerima, you have to take it off!
Please, Kerima!
Kerima?
-Shit. -Answer me!
Answer me! Kerima?
Kerima?
I can't. It's no use.
Please, try!
Kerima!
This is a bomb. You've got to run. This is a bomb!
-Hello? -Hi.
-Where are you? -In the toilets.
I told everyone to run.
Can you stay with me?
Please?
Sure, I'm here.
Kerima?
Hello?
Are you still there?
Guess who I saw at the concert?
Who?
-Melek. You know, the guy from 9B? -Yeah.
-He's so fucking hot. -No way.
-He's just creepy. -He's gorgeous.
You're mad, Kerima. But Joseph's hot.
He's a total geek!
-He's not a geek. -Total geek.
Do you know who he--