All language subtitles for No Mans Land 2020 S02E03 1080p MAX WEB-DL DD 5 1 H 264-playWEB

And here's something we
don't see every day.

A Jihadist from Texas.

Come here, join us.

I just can't stop thinking
about what we had.

I wanna touch you.

Don't you?

Just tell me what you need.

-Setting up mobile refineries.
-Oh, I can do that.

I think you can too.

He is your new target.

How fucking stupid do you think I am,
Nasser?!

I have to get out of here,
no matter what.

I'm here to finish my article.
I was able to find out her name. Shamaran.

I know you know her.

-You need to find a uniform for the girl.
-She's too young to stay here.

She's got instincts.

I will convince Sarya to take you.

The YPJ will protect you.

They will free my mother
and the other women?

Take cover!

No!

Why?!

Shamaran is dead.
Can anyone hear me?

Did you see Anna write this letter?

Her name was Anna?

Who is it for?

Her parents.

Are you going to send it?

She said I could stay here.

I told her about the moqawel.

The contractor?

The one who sold my mother.

I told Shamaran and she
said I can stay with you and the YPJ.

That I'll be safe here.

Martyrs never die!

Martyrs never die!

We're losing.

Every day ISIS recruits more
and more soldiers

and every day we bury our martrys.

You're right about one thing,
comrade Sarya.

The enemy is recruiting constantly,
and we should too.

You'll go out and recruit new comrades.
You understand?

We're recruiting them.
We're sending them to death.

Are you going to give up the struggle?

-To hang your uniform?
-No.

I've made a lifelong commitment.

That's right.

But without fighting spirit,
those are just empty words.

Don't forget Sarya,

we have no other choice.

I'm going on a mission.
You're coming with me.

What is it?

Omelet, goat cheese,
olives, pita, onions.

Well, it's gonna be fun
kissing you after.

What did you order?

Tacos Tu Padre.

No way that place still exists.

I got nachos,

fried Jalapeños and...

-Taquitos!
-Oh my God.

You're killing me, El.

The size of their dishes is insane.

I'm going to have to throw
half of this away.

But you know what
would make it just right?

Beer.

Or wine.

I appreciate you not drinking alcohol,
Ellie. Thank you.

Isn't it hard?

All the restrictions and rules.

The clothes. Music, art.

I mean, some of the things
I understand,

I can even relate
to some of them socially,

but other things...

Life is simple here.

We believe in something
bigger than ourselves.

We don't have ridiculously
big dishes here, El.

-We don't consume and pollute.
-Yeah, but you fight and kill.

And the US doesn't?

We are in the middle
of a civil war here.

El, we fight and kill,
but we will win, I promise you,

and the violence will end.

You taught me that, remember?
Sic semper tyrannis.

So don't tell me it's not justified
to shed blood from time to time,

for the right cause.

'Sic semper tyrannis.'

God, I've missed our conversations.

Sometimes,
everything here is so meaningless.

I miss you so much, Jake.

What?

Why don't you come here?

I mean it.

-What? How? I can't.
-There are ways.

I'm doing important things here.

I want you to be proud of me.
Behind me.

Behind you?

I didn't mean it like that.

I want us to be together.

You'll love it here, El,
and we'll be together.

No. I can't. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I have to go.

Will I speak to you tomorrow morning?
My morning?

I'm not sure. I'll try.

Goodbye, Ellie.

Hello.

Leaving for a mission?

Nothing that would interest you.

Before you leave, can I ask you
a few off-the-record questions?

Not really, Max. I have to go.

It was Shamaran's funeral yesterday.
She's real after all.

-I guess so.
-Can you tell me about her?

Sorry, I didn't know her that well.

There were no pictures
of her on the casket. Why?

-Max. What do you want?
-From what I'm hearing, she wasn't local.

Local? Good thing you
didn't say indigenous.

She was a Kurd patriot.
For us that makes her a local.

Why do people refuse to talk about her?

There are rumors going around
that she was foreigner. French-speaking.

Just like the information I had.
Is it true?

There was a man in my village,
he's probably around 60 by now.

When he was kid, he found a red cat
that was hit by a car.

He was a sensitive boy,
so he took the cat home and cared for it,

until the cat healed.

One day the boy came home
and the cat was gone.

He found a man with red hair
instead, sitting in his living room.

Turns out, it wasn't a regular
cat he saved, but a Jin. A demon.

To thank him,
the Jin gave him healing powers.

And ever since, all the villagers
would come to him to be healed.

I'd be very happy to meet him.

-The healer? Or the Jin?
-Both.

A lot of rumors going around here.
Especially in times of war.

I wouldn't believe all of them.

I don't know why
you don't want to talk about her,

but I know there's a story here,
and I'll find it eventually.

If you help me,
maybe you can influence the narrative.

Good luck Max.

Let me know if a red cat
pays you a visit.

Nas, it's me.

Jake's picking me up
in five minutes.

Nasser...

you're mourning a fantasy, mate.

No matter what you
would've done for them,

you know they'd never let you
leave this place.

For them you are a terrorist.

You've got no passport, no money.

The minute you step out
of the 'state' you're dead.

See this is the thing...

They wouldn't have let me,

but she would.

Accept it.

This is your home now, thank God.

Let's put the entire thing behind us.

I'm coming with you.

He's here.

-Hello.
-Hello.

-Paul can join us, yeah?
-Yeah, sure.

Thank you, Sheikh.

Let's go.

Commander Sarya,
a protégé of our martyr Adar.

Despite her young age,

has fought in the hardest of battles.

She is one of the strongest comrades.

We welcome you.

Thank you for having us.

We bring you news from the front lines.

The enemy is getting much stronger,
and they attack us relentlessly,

but they're surprised
to encounter our resistance.

Our sons, our daughters, our comrades
have been fighting fearlessly

and have stopped the spread
of the Islamic State.

And yet,
I have a request to you,

We need volunteers.

I have three boys
in the People's Defense Units.

Four grandchildren.

One of my sons was already martyred.

You're talking about our daughters?

You want them to become
fighters like you?

I'll look after them,

you will be proud of them.

Good. We will talk.

But the final decision
will be the young women's.

Whoever wants to volunteer,
we won't stand in her way.

Let's go. Get in the car.

Friends. Your names?

Diana.

Jihan, comrade.

Did you say your goodbyes?
We are leaving soon.

I'm not from this village.

Yesterday I heard the YPJ was coming
to this village, and I came.

Get in the car.

Get in the car.

Leave your weapons in the car.

-Hello.
-Hello.

This is brother Abu-Musab Al-Masri.

He will be assisting us
in the oil trading.

He promised me
that he would increase productivity.

-God willing.
-Let's see if he can deliver.

God willing.

Trucks are being loaded
with hundreds of barrels.

The smugglers take them
across the border, to Turkey.

-Have they brought all the money?
-Of course, Sheikh.

-Everything in the bank. Today.
-We'll take care of that.

Each one of these refineries

can bring in between half a million
and a million per month.

So, what do you think of this place?

Ain't so pretty from up close, is it?

You sure you don't prefer
planning purges?

The Islamic State's military campaign
of conquest ain't over yet.

No.
Leave me here.

I want to learn as much as I can,
and I want to start today.

Marwan will tell you
anything you want to know.

The brothers will take you back
to Al-Raqqa at the end of the day.

Let's go.

Here? You want to stay here?

Yeah, I like it.

-Come on, mate. You're fucking with me.
-No.

It's exactly what I need.

It's better than bodies and blood.

You know it's not why
I came here, man.

I'm tired of fighting.

You were right.
I need to accept this place.

Okay, Paul, let's go.

You want me to stay with you?

No.

Okay.

You wait until you see
what I got up for you next.

It's nice to see you...

We are getting there... slowly, slowly.

Please, let me come with you.

Someone needs to escort
the new comrades back to base.

You should go with them.

You're their commander.
I'll take the girl.

Revin, this is an order.

What's happening?
We're not going with them?

I'm taking you to a refugee camp.
It's better for you.

What?
No. Commander Sarya, please.

I would've left you in one of our villages
but they might fall any day now.

They can't take care of you.

In a camp you'll be safe and we might find
someone who knows your family.

But my mother.
How will she find me?

Your mother is gone, Nisrine.

We cannot save her.

You think she's dead?

Even if she isn't,
we don't know where she is held.

No one will try to search for her.

So I will look for her.

Listen Nisrine, I'm sure your mother
would want you to get away.

To go on living,
to be happy.

Not to put yourself in danger
because of her.

I don't care.

I'm not going to a refugee camp.

Let me come with you.

Fight with all of you, like Shamaran.
She taught me.

No.

You're mad.

That I didn't help her.

I was scared,

and she told me to hide.

I'm sorry.

It won't happen again.

When I was four, my mother decided
to move us to France.

My first memories of her are in Paris.

My mother was the beating heart
of our family.

Got angry about everything.

Laughed about everything.

I was only 17 when she died.

I stopped being a child overnight.

I felt the weight of the world
on my shoulders.

It wasn't fair.
But life is like that.

You're brave Nisrine.

I wish I had your courage.

-Sheikh Abd al-Rahman.
-Hello.

What's new?
I see that the camp is empty.

We transferred sixty-five Sabaya
to Mosul yesterday.

Forty of them are for sale,
the rest are gifts to the fighters.

Please arrange a presentation
for brother Abu-Iyad.

The camp is organized on a grid system.

That first tent is Alif-1.

That means column A, row 1.
Behind it B-1 and so on...

that's how we keep track
of all the Sabaya.

So you know exactly who's in each tent?

Of course, I know the location
of the inventory.

Where they're from,
their name, hair color, eye color.

-So you sell them?
-I don't sell them.

They're the property
of the Islamic State.

Public auctions for international buyers.

You get up to 10,000 dollars
for a single girl.

Of course,
the Mujahidin gets them for free.

Uncover!

Pick one.

You're not going to pick
one for yourself?

I said choose. Now.

Here. That one.

That one.

Let's go.

Take them back to the tent.

-Let's go.
-Let's go!

-Sheikh.
-You didn't do it.

If you ask me, I'd kill her. Right?
If you ask me, I'd kill all of them.

We have Fatwahs permitting us to do it.

What, you think you know better
than the Sheikhs?

No, of course I don't. I don't.
It's not about the sabaya, I swear.

I've lived that life.

I wasted years of my life on instant
gratification, and what did it get me?

It got me fucking nothing.

I just ended up as the same fucking scum
as everyone else in England,

and I was begging to be
something better than that.

I swore that I could never go
back to that.

Tell me about your son.

My friend, Iyad.

When he became Shahid,
I married his wife.

She was already pregnant
with his child.

I meant the one you left
behind in the UK.

-How do you know about that?
-I read your file.

Yeah.

He was taken into care.

Last I heard he was back
with his mom, so...

That's good.

Don't you miss him?

Do I miss him?

Do I miss him?

Every fucking day.

But my duty is to the Caliphate
right now.

There was a woman back in Texas.

Was or is?

It's complicated.
We were...

together for a long time,
and... now she's back.

Who is she?

Her name is Ellie.

She was a counsellor in my school.

It wasn't like that.

I need her, but...

I'm not sure she's ready, yet.

You want to bring her here?

More than anything in the world,
brother.

I understand that.

I do.

Is there anything I can do to help?

They don't know the names you gave me.
But it doesn't mean anything.

They told me where to search.

This place will be good for you, Nisrine.

They even got a school.
You will have company.

The contractor.

The contractor.

That's him? The man
who sold you and your mom?

Wait here.

Fuck this stinking place!

Don't move!

Throw your weapon!

Throw your weapon!

Do you want money?
Just say how much.

Shut up!

On your knees!

On your knees.

Do you know her?

Do you know her mother?

When your father sends
you to the market

to buy chickens,
can you tell them apart?

They all look the same.

Where are you taking all those women?

Where?

Wait.

ISIS takes the Sabaya
to the A-Dijan valley camp,

next to a town called Najmeh.
But it is heavily guarded.

My contact's name is Abu Ali,

and I can give him a call.

I didn't run.

Come on, let's go.

Let's go, guys!

Where do you want me to drop you off?

I want to observe the entire process.

As Abd al-Rahman said,
I am in charge.

-Hello.
-Hello.

We count the money here.

And then convert
it into various currencies.

Each of these departments is responsible
for a specific currency.

Dollars, Euros, Liras...

Okay?

They are then packed into boxes,
transported to the shipping dock,

and shipped in armored cars.

Thank you.

Hello.

-How are you?
-Thank God.

This is what he said?

-All the women are held near Nijmeh?
-Yes.

This is only one source.

He might be lying.

Still, we have to try.

You told me to find my 'fighting spirit'?

Is there a greater reason to fight
then saving those women?

Ok, talk to Karam.

We need to start collecting intelligence.
Let's see what we come up with.

Sarya!

I'm not promising a thing.

Thank you Arjin.

Max, I have a story for you.
Better than Shamaran.

What?
Your red cat again?

Hundreds of women
kidnapped by ISIS.

Kurds. Yazidis. Christian.

They hand them out to their men.
Or sell them like cattle.

We're going to rescue them.

You're welcome to join my battalion,
see everything for yourself,

then you can tell the world
what we're doing here.

What we're fighting for and
against what kind of people.

Okay, that's interesting.
In exchange for what?

You drop Shamaran's story.

There's nothing to gain there.

No.
No deal.

I'm giving you a chance to write
about something real.

-About something that matters.
-That matters here, yeah.

But for readers,
it's a thousand kilometers away.

I might get 300 words
on page 12 for it.

-But Shamaran?
-Well, Shamaran is interesting.

I don't have all the details,

but a mysterious French
fighter who died in Syria?

That no one is willing to talk about?

It gets me the cover.
I'm sorry, Sarya.

Nisrine.

Are you sure this is what you want?

Repeat after me:

YPJ is marching.
Earth and heavens tremble.

YPJ is marching.
Earth and heavens tremble.

Again.

YPJ is marching.
Earth and heavens tremble.

Louder!

YPJ is marching.
Earth and heavens tremble.

YPJ is marching.
Earth and heavens tremble...

You're one of us now.

YPJ is marching.
Earth and heavens tremble.

YPJ is marching.
Earth and heavens tremble.

YPJ is marching.
Earth and heavens tremble.

Good morning.

Good afternoon, El.

Have you done your Salah yet?

I'm sorry if I pushed you
too hard yesterday.

I want you here,
but only when you're ready.

How?

What do you mean?

How will I get into Syria?

There are ways.

And you'll come meet me?

Because I won't even consider
it if you can't.

You can fly to Erbil.

It's a city in Northern Iraq.

It's under the control of the Iraqi
government and the American army,

so it's a safe flight for you.

It'll be easier for me
to come meet you there.

I'll think about it.

El, do you mean it?

Because I promise you,
you will not regret it.

I really have to think about it.

I have to go, Jake.
Okay?

I love you.

I love you too.