Caliphate (2020) s01e06 Episode Script

They've sent a man to Sweden
to carry out a terror attack.
-Who is he?
-They call him the Traveler. Al-Musafir.
God has sent him to you.
It is him who will lead you
on to God's path.
The Viktoria Hall
has a multitude of possibilities.
You can make it big for lots of people.
One of our colleagues, Fatima Zukic,
is now wanted by police
after threatening two policemen
with a gun.
She hasn't exhibited
an increased interest in religion lately?
What's wrong with religion?
From Ibbe.
Tickets?
We're going! We're going!
You're coming home, Pervin.
If the shop's sign is lit,
a car will pick you up in the morning.
No, no, no
Woman!
Where's your chaperone?
What?
-Where's your husband?
-I don't speak Arabic.
Are you out alone?
Get in the car.
Give the child to me.
We're on our way.
Hurry up, we've got to go. Leave her!
Don't do it again!
CALIPHATE
Who is the guy living here?
How do you know him?
He's Dad's old friend from Bosnia.
-Okay.
-They served in the special forces.
Porucnik helped us get to Sweden.
You know, with Mum,
after Dad was shot outside Zenica.
-How old were you?
-Five.
Look at this.
See?
Do you think we look alike?
This was shortly before he died.
-Hello?
-I got caught!
They were going to take Latifa
and whip me. It was awful!
Who? The police?
Yes, who else!
I went out to see if the sign was lit.
We'll never get out alive.
No, listen to me. The sign will be lit.
-These are good people.
-No, they'll kill us!
-You can trust them.
-No
-Trust me.
-They'll kill us.
No, they won't.
-Is that all you can give me?
-What?
Can you ask Husam about the Traveler?
-What are you on about?
-I need something to work with.
You don't give a damn about me.
-You don't give a damn!
-I do, Pervin.
You want me to spy
and then you'll leave me to die here!
No, I won't. I promise.
-I'll never see Stockholm again.
-Pervin, trust me--
You're pushing her too far.
-You think?
-Yes.
This way, you'll end up losing her.
She's getting scared.
I'm all she has.
She'll call back.
-Who were you talking to?
-No one. I wasn't talking.
What about earlier?
Why are you up, anyway?
-Who were you talking to?
-To Latifa, of course. Who else?
-Latifa?
-I talk to her all the time.
-About our problems. She listens.
-Right.
-She's got a bit of a tummy ache.
-Why are you still up?
You're not the only one who can't sleep.
I didn't want to wake you.
What's the big deal? Let's just
-turn off the light and go to bed.
-No big deal.
This batch is perfect.
-Anyone?
-Me.
-Mum?
-Just one more. I'm stuffed. Thanks.
-That was so yummy.
-Not the sauce.
What a breakfast, Sulle!
-I'm off now.
-Where are you going?
-I'm going shopping with Aida.
-Don't you have enough stuff, Lisha?
Get me an eyeliner!
-Are you nervous, Suleika?
-Yes, a bit.
-It's Södertälje. You always beat them.
-Yes, but not Sollentuna.
-And we've never played Vingåker.
-You'll win the tournament.
I'd be there to cheer you on
if it wasn't for work.
Next time.
-I'll go and pack my bag.
-All right.
-Bye!
-Bye-bye!
I hope you win, love.
Don't forget, they're more afraid of you
than you are of them.
Bye, Dad.
Send me photos.
-I love you.
-Love you, too. Bye.
DAD
Remember, you're the best!
Did you read about that guy
who lived here?
Yeah.
-It was horrible.
-You just never know.
Exactly. He drank a lot and then
Hey, bitch! Time to go!
-Hop in. I'll take your bag.
-Salaam alaikum.
-Alaikum salaam.
-Good to see you.
And you, thanks.
Hey.
-Hop in.
-Thanks.
-Tough saying goodbye to your family?
-Yes.
-I understand.
-Allah's just testing my faith.
-I'm grateful for it.
-That's right.
But we can finally join
our loving sisters in Raqqa.
Shit.
-Go! Go now, it's my sister!
-Relax, Sulle.
Ibbe, please go!
-She mustn't see us.
-Lisha's not your enemy.
You don't understand, she'll blab! Ibbe!
-Salaam alaikum, Lisha.
-Alaikum salaam.
Get out! Do you hear me? Out!
-Go away!
-No, she's staying.
-But we're
-Yes, and she's coming.
-She's got no ticket, bag or anything.
-She does.
-It's all in the back.
-Yes.
Then I'm not going. No way.
-Wait, wait, wait!
-Wait. Sulle
-Why are you so upset?
-She can't come.
-Why not?
-She doesn't know a thing about Islam.
-Yes, she does.
-More than I do.
-She's a fast learner.
-She's only a kid.
Sulle, let me tell you
why you're going to Raqqa.
To be one with Allah, right?
You want to live life
the way Allah wants us to.
There's nothing greater, right?
Yes.
Why can't Lisha do the same?
I'm sorry.
You don't have to apologize, Suleika.
You're a good sister.
You're only protecting your little sister.
-Can we go now?
-Yes.
Yes, it's time.
-Why don't you go to the press?
-Not this again, Calle!
-You could stop the attack.
-And say what?
Somewhere, someday,
there might be an attack?
They'll realize I have a source in Syria,
and then we're in real trouble.
Fuck, that's hot.
-Here you go. Biscuits.
-Thanks.
Thanks.
I don't know who shot at me,
and I can't reach that Christian group.
One or more attacks will take place,
but I don't know when, where or how.
Okay. So what will you do?
All I have to go on is Nadir.
I'm hoping he'll lead me
to someone in the circle.
I'll put a tracker on his car.
You want me to
No, not at the bureau.
Keep an eye on him today.
-Let me know when he leaves.
-Yes.
Here you go.
There. Right, my sisters.
I'll leave you here.
-What, you're not coming?
-Yes, in a few days.
Sulle, take care of Lisha.
You're really going to love Raqqa.
-But why?
-Sorry?
-Why aren't you going?
-I'll be there soon, promise. See you.
-Shall we go?
-I'll see you soon.
Come on.
Hi, Jonas Holm here again,
Hedemora Police.
-About that old shooting range
-Yes?
Well, I stopped a car there
a couple of weeks ago.
Just a broken tail light,
but the faces were familiar to us.
-Okay.
-Jakob and Emil Johannisson.
The older brother, Jakob,
is well-known to us, so to say.
-Tell me more.
-A real thug. Until a few years ago.
He was saved
during his latest stint in prison.
-Saved?
-Yes, apparently he's Muslim now.
-Turned his little brother, too.
-Thanks. Send me everything on them.
-Our flight's delayed by 20 minutes.
-What the fuck.
-Will we make the flight to Turkey?
-Yes, Kerima.
Should we send Dad a photo?
-Of what?
-The basketball match!
Yes!
-What?
-They beat Södertälje.
-Who are they playing next?
-Vingåker.
Attention all passengers
travelling with BK4606 to Frankfurt:
Please proceed to gate 26A,
where your flight is now boarding.
-Shit That's our house?
-Yes, it is.
Show me.
-Are those our rooms?
-Nice, aren't they?
-Do we get our own rooms?
-I thought it'd be more fun sharing.
-All three of us?
-Sure.
-You've no idea how much Sulle snores.
-What? I don't snore!
-You sound just like this You do.
-No, I don't!
-Yes!
-Stop it!
All the time!
-There. Is that everything?
-Yep.
Go home and pour yourself a whisky.
In that case
I'll make Sulle's last game.
Get out of here.
-Tell her I said hi. Bye.
-Sure. Bye.
Hi, Calle. Any news?
No reports of stolen cars.
-What's her preference?
-Toyotas, but none were stolen.
You can reach me on my mobile.
HE'S LEAVING NOW.
Suleika? It's Dad.
Call me right away, it's really important.
Lisha, I can't get hold of Sulle.
Call me the moment you get this!
18A Järlagårdsvägen Road.
This is Kerima.
Tuba, find the girls' passports.
Okay, but why?
-Just find them!
-Why do you want their passports?
Find them!
Where? They're not here!
Bottom drawer.
Can you find them?
-Well?
-I found ours, but not theirs!
We have to call that police officer.
I wrote down his number.
-Where?
-I left it here!
Where is it?
Where did you put it?
I don't know!
Did you throw it out? Did you?
I don't know.
Here! This it?
-Calle. Yes?
-Hi. Suleiman Wasem.
You came here about our daughter,
Suleika. She's run away!
She's run off to Syria,
and she's taken her sister.
-You have to help us! My girls
-Wait, calm down.
-When did this happen?
-Just now!
They could be on a plane already!
You have to help us
Suleiman, calm down.
I need their names and ID numbers.
Suleika Wasem: 00
0620-0162.
And Lisha Wasem: 02
-021022
-2246!
Right. Are they travelling alone
or with someone else?
I think Sulle's friend, Kerima,
is with them.
-I don't know her last name.
-Okay, good.
-I'll get back to you.
-Okay.
He'll call us back.
-Hello.
-Hi.
-Hi, Kerstin.
-George! It's getting close.
-I know. Are we all set?
-Certainly.
Louise wrote a great promo piece
for our website. Did you see it?
No.
-You can't write that.
-Sorry?
"in aid of
the Society for Middle East Christians."
-You can't mention us.
-But you're organizing the event.
I've told you this ten times.
We are a target.
You cannot mention us.
-How long has that been up?
-Well, since yesterday.
-Remove it immediately.
-Fine.
This is police officer Carl Hammargren.
It's an extremely urgent matter.
-All right, Lisha?
-I'm fine.
The gate's closing. We have to hurry.
We'll never get them back!
They'll be back.
That police officer will find them.
-They'll be back by tonight.
-No
Yes. Yes.
What's he saying?
-Well?
-It's a photo.
It's them.
-Are they your girls?
-Yes. Did you find them?
Yes.
-But we were too late.
-Too late?
-Where are they now?
-On a plane to Istanbul.
Yeah, look.
Suleiman, listen to me.
I've spoken to the Turkish police.
The girls will be detained
the moment they step off the plane.
Okay, okay.
And my superiors
just gave the green light.
You and I will catch the next plane
to Istanbul.
We'll bring them home, okay?
-Yes, okay!
-Good.
-Get a taxi and meet me at Arlanda.
-Okay.
Okay, okay. Bye.
Okay?
What then?
-What happens next?
-Next?
How do we live together?
How do I change their minds?
I don't know.
Almost.
-What does that mean?
-"I don't speak Arabic."
Sure, okay.
What about, "I'd like some O'boy"?
Yes!
Good.
Come and take a look at this well!
-What's wrong?
-You said you fixed it.
The smell is awful! It's dangerous.
-What do you want me to do?
-Get someone to open it.
-I can't afford it.
-What will the children drink?
The water's toxic!
We must have it cleaned!
-Excuse me.
-Who's there?
That well
-It's very dangerous.
-The old owners told us it was okay.
Maybe they were lying.
They also tried to open it, but
What do I do?
I have no water for the children.
I wouldn't touch it.
It's toxic and will make you very sick.
-I understand. Thanks.
-Not at all.
-Take care.
-You, too.
They found them. They found them!
That's not them!
Give me the passports!
Why didn't you check?
Okay, girls.
We have a really long journey ahead.
We'll make a few stops
to use the bathroom and eat.
We'll pick up some sisters on the way.
There.
So expect a long night in the car.
Tomorrow morning we'll be in Raqqa.
Let's go. Hurry up.
They went to Ankara.
It seems they paid those Turkish girls
2,000 kronor each
to make us follow them to Istanbul.
We can still catch them, okay?
The police say there's a place
near Gaziantep where most cross over.
Hey
We'll get a flight to Gaziantep,
where two police officers will meet us.
They'll take us to the border.
We'll beat the girls to it.
Sure that's the right place?
No.
My God
My God
It's true. It's true.
I wasn't dreaming.
-Ahmed I killed him.
-What are you on about?
There's blood here. I killed him!
-I'm going mad.
-That could be anything.
I'm going mad. It's Ahmed. I killed him!
There's blood.
The children under the stairs
I killed them!
And now Ahmed I killed him, too!
He won't leave me alone!
Ahmed
That's why he won't leave me alone!
Okay, okay. I'm
I must tell Omar. I must--
I did it!
I killed Ahmed! He tried to rape me.
When you were asleep.
So I stabbed him with a kitchen knife!
He's in the neighbor's well.
You know what this means, right?
-They'll kill us, Pervin.
-No, they won't.
Because they won't find out.
-You've killed a Muslim.
-A pig that tried to rape me!
What was I supposed to do? Huh?
What was I supposed to do?
Did he take you?
Did he take you?
-Pervin Did he?
-No.
-Don't lie to me. He did.
-No.
-Yes, he took you.
-No. No.
-He did!
-Then I would've killed myself.
Put it on. Hurry up, we're going out.
-Put your niqab on, now! Hurry up!
-No.
-Yes!
-Why?
-We're telling Omar.
-No, we're not.
-Listen to me. We're not telling anyone.
-Muslims don't lie to other Muslims.
-I won't turn my back on Allah.
-It was self-defense!
I did it for your sake. For Latifa.
For us! Can't you see that?
I need to pray.
I need to pray. I need to pray.
Come.
-What about our bags?
-Bring them.
In there.
-Salaam alaikum.
-Alaikum salaam.
Your sisters. They're coming to Raqqa.
You must wear one of these
when you enter the Islamic State.
-Take the scarf off.
-Okay.
Saddiya.
You take this big one
-May I have your mobile phones?
-Huh?
-Your mobiles.
-We'll get them back, right?
-Sure, when we get to Raqqa.
-All right.
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Thanks. Now, then.
I don't speak English.
This goes over your head, like a headband.
I just got a message
about more girls coming,
so I have to stay and meet them. Okay?
But I'll see you in Raqqa in a few days.
Bye, my sisters.
-She's not coming with us?
-Apparently not.
How will we get our mobiles back?
Husam, please
-You've killed a Muslim.
-A rapist.
Rapist? Who did he rape?
-Who did he rape?
-He tried to rape me.
He took you, right?
-He took you.
-No, he didn't.
You're lying, I can tell.
I can tell you're lying!
-You're lying.
-What does it matter?
You're unclean.
You're no longer my wife.
You're dead to me.
I'm not coming back.
-God is greater.
-God is greater.
-God is greater.
-God is greater.
God is greater.
Hi, love. Yes, I'm nearly there.
Is there anything else we need?
Sure? Okay. See you soon.
We're going home! Home!
Don't move a muscle, Fatima.
On the ground. Now!
No one will blame me for shooting you.
-On the ground!
-All right, all right. Take it easy.
Lie down. Don't move.
-Please help me!
-Shut up!
-He's going to kill me!
-Police! Back off!
-Can I see your badge?
-Shut up!
Move. Move!
Fuck!
A silver Subaru. Registration: P-E-N
Fuck!
We're at the border.
All is quiet. And you?
All quiet here, too.
Don't move! Get out of the car!
Hands up!
What's going on?
Hands up! Don't move!
Sulle?
Lisha?
-Is it them?
-Get out!
-Is it them?
-No, no, let go of me!
-Is it?
-Don't touch me!
-Let go!
-Sulle! Lisha!
Sulle? Lisha?
-Let me go!
-Sulle!
-What are you doing? Bastard!
-They're here!
Let me go!
Lisha? Lisha?
Lisha!
Sulle! Sulle!
Lisha!
-Lisha!
-Lisha!
Lisha!