The State (2017) s01e02 Episode Script
Episode 2
- Better than flipping burgers, yeah? - What? Better than flipping burgers, yeah? Wouldn't know, bro.
You tell me.
Allahu Akbar! Hi.
Abu Abbas, - from the Netherlands.
- Allahu akbar.
Hi, I'm Abu Abbas.
I'm from the Netherlands.
Abu Abbas.
Hi.
~ Our job is to guard the window.
~ We see anything out there, we shoot.
He's saying to put your gun in the notch so you don't get your head blown off.
OK.
OK.
Take her to change.
Go.
Come on.
~ Mahram? Mahram? Where is your mahram? Come on.
She was talking to a man without a mahram.
And she's too young to be out uncovered.
Take her.
Put her down.
Get her up.
Go! Let's go.
Where are you going? To the hospital.
Isaac, wake up.
You can't go.
- Why not? - Umm Salamah told you to arrange it.
You don't have a mahram.
- Yes, I do.
- Who? Isaac.
He's too young.
It has to be an adult.
No, ukhti, it has to be a close relative who you can't legally have sex with.
- Please - And according to the Hisbah, "if the travelling woman has her son with her, of competent, "distinguished mind, then he can be considered a mahram for her.
" I think Isaac has a competent, distinguished mind.
Don't you? Yes! ~ ~ You are a doctor? Yes.
From London.
- What's your specialty? - Emergency medicine.
But I did firms in gynaecology and obstetrics.
What have you brought? OK.
Listen carefully.
And nod like we talk about medical matters.
- OK.
- You must only tend to the women, never to men.
You must never be alone with a man, not even from the staff.
Never.
OK.
You must be covered all the time.
What about scrubs? This isn't sterile.
They don't care.
You must be covered -- hands, face, everything.
I was told I could do my job.
How can I do it if I'm spreading disease? You must do this, OK? Abu Akram is very dangerous, and you made him lose face.
Many of our staff have been beheaded or shot.
For them, understand, the most important thing is the Sharia.
That's it.
Not medicine, not health.
But you are very welcome.
We are desperate.
Do you want to start? What, now? Yes.
~ What are they saying? I don't know.
That should shut them up.
Here Check this out.
Do you imagine bumping into sixth form wearing this? They'd shit themselves.
You homesick? Not really.
I felt bad for not saying goodbye to Ammi, but that's it.
I ain't never going back to that kufar dump, bruv.
So why go on with all this "last days" stuff, then? It's in the hadith.
So the world's coming to an end? Don't know, man.
Some of them things they predicted do seem to be happening.
So there's a big battle, and we've got to lose so that we can win in the end? I heard there are hadiths which say there's going to be a battle with the Roman army.
And some scholars think that means Turkey.
And Turkey means Nato.
Yah.
Anything? Quiet as the grave.
What's this? This keeps the kuffar from tracking us.
Yeah, right.
Anyway, what's the point? There's no signal.
There is.
There is? Hello? Jalal? Hello, Ummi.
Where are you? - Who's there with you? - No-one! What do you mean? Are the police there? Jalal, what is it? You're frightening me! Ummi .
.
there's no easy way to tell you this.
I'm in Syria.
Jalal - Oh, my God! - Ummi Ummi, listen.
How could you do this? I've already lost one son to those monsters.
- Now I'm going to lose you, too? - Ummi - Ummi.
- Jalal.
Please, I beg you! Jalal! - Where've you been? - Taking a shit, what do you think? Go! Go! This way! Come on! This way! Mum?! Mum! This way! Down to the basement! Go! Go! Go! Can you hear me? How's he doing? - You've got something to say, just say it.
- Nothing.
Just hope no-one was stupid enough to be using their phone back there.
- What's he saying? - Nothing.
Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Put him down! Put him down! Perfect.
Let me.
OK.
How was it? OK.
They're very short staffed.
They're glad to have me.
I meant the bomb.
I heard there was a direct hit on the hospital.
It's OK.
We coped.
D-don't! They really need me there.
But I can't keep using Isaac as my mahram.
He has to go to school.
I told you.
Let's find you a husband.
He can give his permission.
You need people on social media, don't you? To talk to them back home.
Tell them why it's important to come.
Ask your husband to give me his written permission as my mahram.
I'll go to the internet cafe every day after work, talk to the sisters in the UK.
No, sweetie.
The people who do that sort of work are really committed.
You'll only be doing it so you can work at the hospital.
Please, don't doubt my sincerity, sister.
I gave up everything to come here, and it's a one-way ticket.
Please.
OK.
You'll ask him? Yes.
Thank you.
Was that his? Yeah.
You, er, covering up the blood? We wear black, don't we? Are you going to drink that? You were right, I was using my phone.
I'm stupid.
- What should I do? - Do? Mmm.
Keep your mouth shut.
He's in Janna, he doesn't care.
I don't get it.
British Army, white.
What are you doing here? - Like, no offence.
- None taken, mate.
You think I'm a spy? No idea.
Seems a bit unlikely.
Aye.
More likely than you coming here to die just cos that's what your big brother did.
That's not why I'm here, OK? OK, time to go.
- Cover.
- Oh, sorry.
It's OK, he's very kind.
- Will you translate? - Of course.
Thank you.
Assalaamu Alaikum.
Wa Alaikum Salaam.
- ~ - ~ Sit.
~ He greets you and asks if you could remove your veil.
- Is that allowed? - It is, according to the sharia .
.
to see the woman you're proposing to .
.
to know each other's appearance.
~ He asks if you agree to marry him tomorrow after asr.
Isn't he too old? He is older than you, what's wrong with that? He's a brave fighter with a pious heart.
We know piety is very important to you, Malin.
What was he like? Amazing.
So handsome.
What about you? Not so handsome.
Sad face.
He's really lovely, though.
Smiley eyes, and he speaks English.
No way! Mine doesn't speak a word, but I'm going to get an app.
Yo, how come they got power? Got their own generator.
Assalaamu Alaikum.
Wa Alaikum Salaam.
What, are you agony aunt now, bruv? Giving them your little bedroom tips, yeah? You should cover your face, fam.
Girl ain't coming if they can't see what a man look like.
Girl ain't coming period, bruv, once they see your butters face.
- Trust me on this.
- Back home, man's a prince, Ak.
Mum, it's fine.
OK, be good.
I'll come and get you later.
No, sister, we will bring him.
Yeah, yeah.
Go, go, go.
Allah has brought order and certainty.
The whole world has abandoned us.
We can only rely on Allah and the sharia.
Come.
Come.
- Take.
- OK.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
For you, no charge.
You come here and you risk your lives for us, my friend.
Most of you playboys ain't seen this yet.
While you sat there on the corner, on the blocks, chasing that skrilla, chasing that honey that walk past, with the little batties on, your hands down your trousers, catching semis .
.
where are you, when the women are getting raped in the jails by the dirty kafir? Where are you when they are slaughtering the children? Shame on you.
Fear Allah.
Fear Allah.
Hello, Abushakin.
~ ~ ~ ~ I've come to return these.
I don't need them, I'd rather you sold them.
No disrespect.
Please.
I'm sorry if me coming here has caused you problems.
All pharmacists have to take a re-education course.
If you don't, they close you down.
They teach you about the length of your beard and trousers and how far apart your feet must be in prayer, all very important when running a pharmacy.
~ Of course.
After that, a committee decides if you've passed or failed.
And you passed? Do you know .
.
coffee is probably forbidden, but what can I do? I'm addicted.
Please, you must accept my hospitality.
Didn't they tell you this about us? Otherwise, I'm going to be very offended.
During the course, someone informed on me.
My wife is Christian, you see.
- What happened? - Nothing.
She managed to escape and since then they've had their eyes on me.
Is she OK? Yes.
OK.
She's in a camp in Turkey.
Oh, you didn't go with her? No.
Why? Sorry, I just I don't understand.
If we both leave, they find out.
But if I stay here, open the shop every day as normal .
.
she can get away.
This is why they're angry.
I'm sorry.
What? Here we say the Mujahideen need to learn some Understand? Yeah.
It's nice to see someone already learned.
~ - What are you doing? - Posting it.
Sometimes I wonder what we've done to jihad.
I think we've turned it into a fashion statement.
We hold up our index fingers like we're in some supercool club.
Of course we are part of a really supercool club .
.
but we need to be careful we are not trivialising adeen till jihad ends up just some fancy hand gestures, some white on black banners and AK-47s.
Jihad is struggle.
It's dedication .
.
it's honesty .
.
selflessness.
It's compassion.
It's perseverance.
It's battle.
And we should ask ourselves .
.
are we properly honouring what the Mujahideen are giving up their lives for? Or are we just using scary symbols that make us feel we're contributing to the fight? Most sisters who come from the land of kafir, when they arrive here, they expect perfection.
And the truth is, Dolatel Islam isn't perfect.
It's a new state and it has its problems.
But instead of finding fault .
.
why not put your efforts towards improving it? We are the first generation to ever migrate to this blessed land .
.
and that means that we will never enjoy the fruits of it in this Dunya.
But don't forget -- it's not the hardship that matters.
It's the final reward of Allah.
The Islamic State is the state of the Muslims and we are responsible for making it grow and flourish.
So if we aren't aiding it .
.
who are we to criticise those who are working tirelessly to improve it? They left everything .
.
tanks, Humvees, gold.
I didn't know you spoke English.
Little.
Where did you learn? Kambocha.
Were you in Saddam's army? Yes.
Did you know my brother, Abu Hamid al-Britoni? Were you there when he died? No.
Do you know what happened to him? Deserter.
But you are brave.
You will not run away.
You tell me.
Allahu Akbar! Hi.
Abu Abbas, - from the Netherlands.
- Allahu akbar.
Hi, I'm Abu Abbas.
I'm from the Netherlands.
Abu Abbas.
Hi.
~ Our job is to guard the window.
~ We see anything out there, we shoot.
He's saying to put your gun in the notch so you don't get your head blown off.
OK.
OK.
Take her to change.
Go.
Come on.
~ Mahram? Mahram? Where is your mahram? Come on.
She was talking to a man without a mahram.
And she's too young to be out uncovered.
Take her.
Put her down.
Get her up.
Go! Let's go.
Where are you going? To the hospital.
Isaac, wake up.
You can't go.
- Why not? - Umm Salamah told you to arrange it.
You don't have a mahram.
- Yes, I do.
- Who? Isaac.
He's too young.
It has to be an adult.
No, ukhti, it has to be a close relative who you can't legally have sex with.
- Please - And according to the Hisbah, "if the travelling woman has her son with her, of competent, "distinguished mind, then he can be considered a mahram for her.
" I think Isaac has a competent, distinguished mind.
Don't you? Yes! ~ ~ You are a doctor? Yes.
From London.
- What's your specialty? - Emergency medicine.
But I did firms in gynaecology and obstetrics.
What have you brought? OK.
Listen carefully.
And nod like we talk about medical matters.
- OK.
- You must only tend to the women, never to men.
You must never be alone with a man, not even from the staff.
Never.
OK.
You must be covered all the time.
What about scrubs? This isn't sterile.
They don't care.
You must be covered -- hands, face, everything.
I was told I could do my job.
How can I do it if I'm spreading disease? You must do this, OK? Abu Akram is very dangerous, and you made him lose face.
Many of our staff have been beheaded or shot.
For them, understand, the most important thing is the Sharia.
That's it.
Not medicine, not health.
But you are very welcome.
We are desperate.
Do you want to start? What, now? Yes.
~ What are they saying? I don't know.
That should shut them up.
Here Check this out.
Do you imagine bumping into sixth form wearing this? They'd shit themselves.
You homesick? Not really.
I felt bad for not saying goodbye to Ammi, but that's it.
I ain't never going back to that kufar dump, bruv.
So why go on with all this "last days" stuff, then? It's in the hadith.
So the world's coming to an end? Don't know, man.
Some of them things they predicted do seem to be happening.
So there's a big battle, and we've got to lose so that we can win in the end? I heard there are hadiths which say there's going to be a battle with the Roman army.
And some scholars think that means Turkey.
And Turkey means Nato.
Yah.
Anything? Quiet as the grave.
What's this? This keeps the kuffar from tracking us.
Yeah, right.
Anyway, what's the point? There's no signal.
There is.
There is? Hello? Jalal? Hello, Ummi.
Where are you? - Who's there with you? - No-one! What do you mean? Are the police there? Jalal, what is it? You're frightening me! Ummi .
.
there's no easy way to tell you this.
I'm in Syria.
Jalal - Oh, my God! - Ummi Ummi, listen.
How could you do this? I've already lost one son to those monsters.
- Now I'm going to lose you, too? - Ummi - Ummi.
- Jalal.
Please, I beg you! Jalal! - Where've you been? - Taking a shit, what do you think? Go! Go! This way! Come on! This way! Mum?! Mum! This way! Down to the basement! Go! Go! Go! Can you hear me? How's he doing? - You've got something to say, just say it.
- Nothing.
Just hope no-one was stupid enough to be using their phone back there.
- What's he saying? - Nothing.
Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Put him down! Put him down! Perfect.
Let me.
OK.
How was it? OK.
They're very short staffed.
They're glad to have me.
I meant the bomb.
I heard there was a direct hit on the hospital.
It's OK.
We coped.
D-don't! They really need me there.
But I can't keep using Isaac as my mahram.
He has to go to school.
I told you.
Let's find you a husband.
He can give his permission.
You need people on social media, don't you? To talk to them back home.
Tell them why it's important to come.
Ask your husband to give me his written permission as my mahram.
I'll go to the internet cafe every day after work, talk to the sisters in the UK.
No, sweetie.
The people who do that sort of work are really committed.
You'll only be doing it so you can work at the hospital.
Please, don't doubt my sincerity, sister.
I gave up everything to come here, and it's a one-way ticket.
Please.
OK.
You'll ask him? Yes.
Thank you.
Was that his? Yeah.
You, er, covering up the blood? We wear black, don't we? Are you going to drink that? You were right, I was using my phone.
I'm stupid.
- What should I do? - Do? Mmm.
Keep your mouth shut.
He's in Janna, he doesn't care.
I don't get it.
British Army, white.
What are you doing here? - Like, no offence.
- None taken, mate.
You think I'm a spy? No idea.
Seems a bit unlikely.
Aye.
More likely than you coming here to die just cos that's what your big brother did.
That's not why I'm here, OK? OK, time to go.
- Cover.
- Oh, sorry.
It's OK, he's very kind.
- Will you translate? - Of course.
Thank you.
Assalaamu Alaikum.
Wa Alaikum Salaam.
- ~ - ~ Sit.
~ He greets you and asks if you could remove your veil.
- Is that allowed? - It is, according to the sharia .
.
to see the woman you're proposing to .
.
to know each other's appearance.
~ He asks if you agree to marry him tomorrow after asr.
Isn't he too old? He is older than you, what's wrong with that? He's a brave fighter with a pious heart.
We know piety is very important to you, Malin.
What was he like? Amazing.
So handsome.
What about you? Not so handsome.
Sad face.
He's really lovely, though.
Smiley eyes, and he speaks English.
No way! Mine doesn't speak a word, but I'm going to get an app.
Yo, how come they got power? Got their own generator.
Assalaamu Alaikum.
Wa Alaikum Salaam.
What, are you agony aunt now, bruv? Giving them your little bedroom tips, yeah? You should cover your face, fam.
Girl ain't coming if they can't see what a man look like.
Girl ain't coming period, bruv, once they see your butters face.
- Trust me on this.
- Back home, man's a prince, Ak.
Mum, it's fine.
OK, be good.
I'll come and get you later.
No, sister, we will bring him.
Yeah, yeah.
Go, go, go.
Allah has brought order and certainty.
The whole world has abandoned us.
We can only rely on Allah and the sharia.
Come.
Come.
- Take.
- OK.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
For you, no charge.
You come here and you risk your lives for us, my friend.
Most of you playboys ain't seen this yet.
While you sat there on the corner, on the blocks, chasing that skrilla, chasing that honey that walk past, with the little batties on, your hands down your trousers, catching semis .
.
where are you, when the women are getting raped in the jails by the dirty kafir? Where are you when they are slaughtering the children? Shame on you.
Fear Allah.
Fear Allah.
Hello, Abushakin.
~ ~ ~ ~ I've come to return these.
I don't need them, I'd rather you sold them.
No disrespect.
Please.
I'm sorry if me coming here has caused you problems.
All pharmacists have to take a re-education course.
If you don't, they close you down.
They teach you about the length of your beard and trousers and how far apart your feet must be in prayer, all very important when running a pharmacy.
~ Of course.
After that, a committee decides if you've passed or failed.
And you passed? Do you know .
.
coffee is probably forbidden, but what can I do? I'm addicted.
Please, you must accept my hospitality.
Didn't they tell you this about us? Otherwise, I'm going to be very offended.
During the course, someone informed on me.
My wife is Christian, you see.
- What happened? - Nothing.
She managed to escape and since then they've had their eyes on me.
Is she OK? Yes.
OK.
She's in a camp in Turkey.
Oh, you didn't go with her? No.
Why? Sorry, I just I don't understand.
If we both leave, they find out.
But if I stay here, open the shop every day as normal .
.
she can get away.
This is why they're angry.
I'm sorry.
What? Here we say the Mujahideen need to learn some Understand? Yeah.
It's nice to see someone already learned.
~ - What are you doing? - Posting it.
Sometimes I wonder what we've done to jihad.
I think we've turned it into a fashion statement.
We hold up our index fingers like we're in some supercool club.
Of course we are part of a really supercool club .
.
but we need to be careful we are not trivialising adeen till jihad ends up just some fancy hand gestures, some white on black banners and AK-47s.
Jihad is struggle.
It's dedication .
.
it's honesty .
.
selflessness.
It's compassion.
It's perseverance.
It's battle.
And we should ask ourselves .
.
are we properly honouring what the Mujahideen are giving up their lives for? Or are we just using scary symbols that make us feel we're contributing to the fight? Most sisters who come from the land of kafir, when they arrive here, they expect perfection.
And the truth is, Dolatel Islam isn't perfect.
It's a new state and it has its problems.
But instead of finding fault .
.
why not put your efforts towards improving it? We are the first generation to ever migrate to this blessed land .
.
and that means that we will never enjoy the fruits of it in this Dunya.
But don't forget -- it's not the hardship that matters.
It's the final reward of Allah.
The Islamic State is the state of the Muslims and we are responsible for making it grow and flourish.
So if we aren't aiding it .
.
who are we to criticise those who are working tirelessly to improve it? They left everything .
.
tanks, Humvees, gold.
I didn't know you spoke English.
Little.
Where did you learn? Kambocha.
Were you in Saddam's army? Yes.
Did you know my brother, Abu Hamid al-Britoni? Were you there when he died? No.
Do you know what happened to him? Deserter.
But you are brave.
You will not run away.