All language subtitles for No.Mans.Land.2020.S01E05.1080p.WEB-DL.H.264-ROCCaT

Sarya! Come and see your room.

You think that's
what Mom would have wanted?

That we'd fly off, dropping
everything right after her death?

No.

You remember
what she always said?

"Your future is here.
I want you to have a normal life."

She said it at the hospital.
You promised her, Dad.

I thought we'd be able to.

-What's wrong? Is it about money?
-No. It's not about money.

Our family is over there. It's home.

I can't make it here alone
without your mother.

What about me Dad?
What will I do over there?

My whole life is here.
I have nothing else.

Please, Sarya.

I can't stay here.

Forgive me.

Forgive me.

Pardon.

Don't cry, Dad.

So did you talk to that girl?

Yeah. She's from Switzerland.
Her real name's Karine.

And in the video? It was her?

Well... You didn't find your sister.

You didn't get the answer
you were expecting.

But you got an answer.

At least, now you can go home
and move on.

I'll take you to Qamishli
tomorrow morning.

You'll cross the Turkish border
from there and it'll all be behind you.

Aren't you supposed to go
and fight with Gilia in the South?

Gilia ordered me to take you
to Qamishli so that you can go home.

There must me other people who
go over there. Can't I go with them?

No one else's going
to Qamishli, Antoine.

We're surrounded.

One after the other,
all villages surrender to ISIS.

It won't be a leisure trip.

There must be another solution.
I know you'd rather stay with Gilia.

It doesn't matter
what I want or what you want.

I was told to go with you and I will.
We'll leave tomorrow morning.

Let me help you with your rifle.

-I wanna tie the handle.
-Yeah.

Gimme a piece of tape, please.

-Here you go.
-Thanks.

-Voilà!
-Thank you.

A real soldier.

Film our hero brother...

This is brilliant.
Man, you gotta check this out.

-Look at that!
-Fuck off, man.

How about you take it easy
with the Captagon, yeah?

You know what they call it here?
Abu Hilalain.

All right. Well, take it easy
on the Abu Hilalain.

Go see your missus. It's late.

No, she'll wait for me.
No matter what, she'll wait.

-Al-Salam Aleikum, brothers.
-Peace be upon you.

Did you get some rest today?

Are you hearing the reports?

Villages are kneeling
before we even reach them.

An entire
60-kilometer strip surrendered.

Men, your battle is beginning to roll.

-Praise God.
-Praise God.

Tomorrow
you're going to Ar-Raqqah.

Really? Why?

You’ll get your explanations
tomorrow.

Our brothers in London
have found your boy.

They'll try to get to him.

Thank you, Sheikh.

In God's hands. Let's go.

You see, Alex was transferred
to some foster family, yeah?

So, someone in the community
submitted a request.

Once it's approved, man,
they're gonna bring him here.

Wait a second.
You were part of this?

Yeah. Spoke to the Sheikh about it,
but, like, I wanted it to be a surprise.

Are you happy, Paul?

-Hey, guys. You ready for your trip?
-Man, can you believe this guy?

Just started to get to know him,
and he's already leaving.

-We're gonna miss you, Antoine.
-Can still join me, you know.

Commander Gilia is gathering
all the forces in the area.

-We're gonna take back our villages--
-Alice, we have to go.

Hey! You're riding with the chickens.

If you're in the passenger seat,
you'll stand out.

Come on. Get inside.

Bon voyage.

We just passed Abu Soura,
all is clear.

All units from Gilia, we have reports
on enemy presence in the area.

Hold your position
and wait for our arrival.

Keep radio silence,
unless necessary.

This is 4 at Abu Soura junction,
we've engaged the enemy. Over.

4 for Gilia, report your status.

This is 4, heavy fire at the junction.
We need assistance.

We're running low on ammo!

MUNICIPAL GOVERNMENT
OF AR-RAQQAH

-Peace be upon you.
-And upon you.

-Are you Abu Mus'ab Al-Masri?
-Yes.

Your meeting with Abu Reda the Libyan
will be at noon.

But you have to see brother Abu Usama
before the meeting.

I will wait for you.

Abu Osama,

this is brother Abu Musab Al-Masri.

-Peace be upon you.
-And peace be upon you too.

It is an honor to meet you.

-I'm Abu Osama, director of media.
-You're American?

Allah have mercy, of course not. I...

I am faithful soldier of the Caliphate.

This footage is priceless.

Allahu akbar!

It's gonna be the most powerful video
we've got out of the last offensive.

Allahu akbar!

Glory be to Allah.

I like your voice. It's reserved, deep.

Thank you.

It's a good thing your face is covered.

I want to record you
saying a few words in English,

and add it to the video.

It'll look like you said it on the spot
right after the offensive.

I don't think that's a good idea.

Well, it'll have
a powerful impact, brother,

both on the infidels' TV networks

and on the Muslim men
who hear you say it.

It may help inspiring them
to come over here and join us.

Yeah, well, if you use my voice,
it'll expose me, won't it?

So? You're here, protected with us.

What if I wanna go back to Europe,

to strike the Kuffar
from within their own cities.

Have you thought about that?

Or do you only care about how many
fucking likes your videos get, huh?

There's no reason
to be disrespectful, Abu Musab.

There are many ways
to support the jihad.

Yeah, I'm sorry, brother. Sorry.

I get very passionate
about the cause, you know?

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

Listen, I know how important
these videos are, but...

I'd really appreciate if you could
find someone else's voice.

-Is that cool?
-Okay. Yeah.

Thank you.

You can go in,
the Sheikh is ready to see you.

-Peace be upon you.
-And peace be upon you too.

and God's blessings upon you.

Brother Abu Mus'ab,
God save and protect you.

Come sit, come.

This is Abu Reda the Libyan.
A real man, a brave fighter.

General of the immigrants' army
and general of our northern units.

This week he was appointed head
of the military council in our region.

He was elected a member
of the Islamic State's high council,

our minister, the minister of war,
Abu Reda.

-Please.
-Thank you.

Are you Abu Musab Al-Masri?
Nasser Yassin?

Yes.

You fought in the British Army lines.

That was a dark period in my past,
brother Abu-Reda.

Satan tricked me
and I almost lost my soul.

Until my friends brought me back
to the righteous path.

Praise God.

Listen, Nasser,

in all of history, no military
power achieved victories

like the once
the Islamic State achieved.

No one can stop us.
But in return, we pay a heavy price.

We lose scores of men every week.
We need quality military leaders.

I decided to appoint you member
of the military council in Ar-Raqqah.

Thank you, Abu Reda.
That is a great honor.

But I'd prefer to stay in the field,
with my brothers.

Brother Abu Mus'ab,

the soldiers of God
don't choose their missions.

Say thank you.

Thank you.

We're running low on ammo!

We can't reach you.

You'll have to hold on,
with whatever you have.

Be brave.

Antoine, there's a roadblock.
We have to go through the fields.

Turn here.

We have to stay away
from big roads. It'll take longer.

-We'll have to find a place to sleep.
-Okay.

-There it is. Open.
-See? It's easy.

Well?

They made me a member
of their military council.

Fuck off. I don't believe it.

-You're... you're going to stay with us?
-No.

They're transferring me to Ar-Raqqah.

Brilliant. What for?

Want me to plan the purging of villages
in the Deir ez-Zor area

to guarantee control
over the oil fields, so...

Man. Sick, but you have
to take us with you, man.

Honestly, 'cause I wanna be there
when we snuff village after village.

Ain't that right, boy, yeah?

Just go easy on the Captagon.

You know you gotta pack these
and take these downstairs, yeah?

And they're heavy as well.
These pins.

Never do them properly.
These fucking pin holes...

Oi. Oi.

Oi, you gotta shake this off, man.

Whatever this is,
you've gotta shake it off right now.

Last week, you wanted to leave.
And now, you want Alex to come here?

What's that about?

Mate, I fucked up his life.

I need a chance to fix that,
and right now,

him being here is the least
worst option for him.

Come on, you know he's gonna have all
the love in the world from me here.

From you, from Iyad.

Most importantly, he's gonna
have a fucking family here.

And he's not gonna grow up feeling
like some kind of... loser,

with doors slamming in his face
like we did.

Okay, he's gonna be part
of something important here, man.

Yeah, yeah, I see that, but ask
yourself this question, yeah?

What do you think are
the chances of him surviving--

I don't know.

But I will do my best
to look after him.

And failing that,
I will go to heaven with him.

Yeah?

Yeah.

We'll stay here tonight.
We'll spend the night here.

Okay.

Good night.

-Good night.
-Good night.

God is great!

God is great!

God is great!

Raise the crusader
whore's head up high!

Let everyone see what happens
to infidels who disobey God!

-God is great!
-God is great!

-Hey. Wake up.
-Oh fuck. What's going--

-It's just me. It's just me.
-What the fuck?

What's happening?

Alex deserves to be with you, his dad.

But he doesn't deserve to be here,
and you know that.

I'm gonna get us out of here.

Hey, what the fuck
are you talking about?

You know there's no way out
of here, right?

-I've thought about all of this--
-No, there is a way.

Will you come?

-Yeah.
-Yes, bro.

Good man.

But listen, don't say nothing
to Iyad just yet. All right?

Yeah.

Gotta get a few things sorted out first.

-Then we'll go talk to him.
-He...

Iyad's not gonna come.
You've seen how he is.

He's in way too deep.

No.

I ain't leaving him behind.

You got bad news?

We can't counter-attack.
There are too many of them.

What about the others?
Do you know anything?

No. I don't know who
but some people died.

A lot of people.

I really think it's over, this time.

-Don't say that.
-But I think so.

I can tell.

Remember what you told me?
It doesn't matter if...

I'm not worried about myself.

It doesn't matter if I die as long
as the others continue but now...

It's a total defeat.

How are you? How are you?

May God have mercy on her.

How are you?

We were very sad for your mother.
May her place be in paradise.

Welcome, welcome.

Come here, my girl.
Come here, my girl.

Oh, this is his daughter.

Come, you beautiful.

We're so happy
that you're finally home.

Bravo!

Hello.

Good morning.
Good morning.

Good morning.

What's the news
from the other village?

We lived in Paris,
near the "Simplon" subway station.

My Mom worked
at the Kurdish Institute.

At the corner of rue Lafayette
and rue du Faubourg-Poissonnière.

Seriously? It's a five-minute walk
from where I grew up.

My Mom wanted me to be a ballerina.

She had all these stereotypes
about life in France.

When I told her I wanted
to take jazz dance classes,

she almost had a heart attack.

Now can you tell me
why you left France?

Because our home is here.

Don't you miss Paris?

I do. Every single day.

Was it...

Was it your first time?

You don't want me to leave.
You'll do anything to make me stay.

Quite the contrary, Antoine.

If you were staying,
nothing would have happened.

But since you're leaving,
it's as if nothing happened.

It meant something to me.
It did happen.

You're right.

What happened tonight
meant something.

But it was just tonight.

Now it's behind us, okay?
Okay, Antoine?

Shouldn't be meeting
like this, Nasser.

-It's too dangerous for you.
-Yeah, well, it's all falling apart.

I had to kill some woman,

and then, they made me cut off her head
'cause she's European.

Look, we have...
we have psychologists--

Fucking psychologist.
What the fuck you talking about, man?

They're moving me to Ar-Raqqah.

Want me to work
with some Libyan psychopath.

-Abu Rida al-Libi?
-Yeah.

Fuck.

That's... That is fucking brilliant.

Can't believe it.

He's head of the military
council in Ar-Raqqah.

I mean, I knew you were a fucking star.

I had no idea that they'd pay
attention to you quite so quickly.

Do you even understand
what this means? Yeah?

Now, all the massacres, all the mass
executions, they're gonna be on me now.

Yeah. Yeah, of course.
Of course, I understand.

But you have to understand
something, too, eh?

This Libyan, he will know
about all of their operations.

Not just here, in Syria,
but all around the world.

If they're planning
another 9/11, another 7/7,

now, he will be involved.

This is exactly the kind
of information we need.

-No, fuck that. I'm out.
-What?

Yeah. I'm taking Paul and Iyad,
and we're going to Sulaymaniyah,

and then we're gonna
fly home from there. Fuck this.

Hey, look-- No. Come on, seriously.

-Let's talk about this--
-Get the fuck off me, man.

-Gimme the fucking keys.
-No. I'm not--

Gimme the fucking keys!

-Stand down! Stand down!
-Your fucking hands!

-No! Lower your weapon!
-Your fucking hands!

-Stand down!
-Show me your fucking hands!

Just put your hands...
Put your hands on the dash.

Okay?

Yeah? On the dash.

Now, will you fuck off
and let us talk?

Look.

If you go back to London now,

it is more than likely that you will
be detained at Immigration.

I'll tell them I work for you.

If they got any questions,
they can direct them to the MI6.

I'm not with MI6, Nasser.

-Brilliant. Can I go now?
-I never said I was.

Your brain just...

filled in the blanks
in the way it wanted to...

fill in the blanks.

But, I never claimed to be with MI6.

Don't fuck with me, Stanley.

Who are you?

Who the fuck are you?

-Answer me.
-I'm Mossad.

I work for Israel.

-Bullshit. You're British.
-I was...

I was born in London,
obviously, but...

but I'm Israeli,
and I do work for the Mossad.

I'm sorry.

I expect you're feeling...

...betrayed right now.

And the very worst thing you can do
at this moment is go back home.

I'm sure this is gonna
sound fucking crazy, but...

you are gonna have to trust me again.

Like you always did.

Antoine, there's a patrol. Be quiet.

Stop, stop!

Papers.

Here you go.
May Allah protect the mujahidin.

-Where are you from?
-Qarajah.

-Muslim?
-Of course, Muslim.

-Sunni or Allawi?
-Of course, Ahl Al-Suna!

Surat Al-Masad. Surat Al-Masad!

In the name of God
most Gracious, most Merciful.

May the hands of Abu Lahab
be ruined, and ruined is he.

His wealth will not avail him
or that which he gained.

He will burn in a flaming fire.

-He has chickens. And some boxes.
-What's in the boxes?

Clothes. I sell them
at Umm Dibs market.

Abu Atta, search the boxes.

Who is she?

My daughter.

-Tell her to remove her Niqab.
-It's forbidden, Sheikh!

I want to see her face.

So, do me a favor,
and kill her right now.

If you see her without niqab, you will
dishonor me and my entire family,

and I will have to kill her myself.

I will ask her something
from the Quran.

From the Quran?
She knows nothing about it.

Look at her. She's a little girl.
She's ignorant.

All she knows is to clean
the house and make food.

Child, tell the Sheikh your name. Talk!

Siham, Sheikh sir.

I will let you go.
But I'm taking the chickens.

Of course.

We are supporters...

Sheikh.

Abu Atta. Bring the chickens and come.

Stop! Don't move bitch!

Drop the gun!
Drop the gun to the ground!

Raise your hands.
Raise your hands, bitch.

Kneel to the ground!

Kneel to the ground!

Take off the Niqab!
Take off the Niqab! Take it off!

I'm gonna get a lot of money
for you, bitch.

Maybe I keep you to myself.

Make you pay every day
for killing my friends.

I would have liked you to stay.