All language subtitles for The.Veil.2024.S01E02.720p.WEB.H264-JFF_eng

I need a day in London.

Then I'll get a flight
to Istanbul.

I would like my name
to be Imogen.

Why is there a military uniform
inside the camp?

That soldier's there
for the protection

of a French woman.

She says her name's
Adilah El Idrissi.

One of the Yazidis
recognised her from Raqqah.

If that woman's who

they say she is,
she's a murdering bitch.

Women, children and babies.

They hate me.

Do you deserve to be hated?

Run!

Max Peterson.

- Welcome to France.
- Yeah, I hate France.

Why are the DGSC
allowing the Genie of Raqqah

to roam free
and unrestricted

across the territory
of a NATO ally,

with only your girlfriend
for company?

How does a mother
leave her daughter behind?

Do you have children?

No.

Explain to me why
the beautiful daughter

of intellectuals
and communists,

would join that
ugly, brutal circus.

I would like to live
long enough to find out why.

You should know
that I have

absolutely zero idea
what comes next.

Hey,
what's happening here?

We're only interested
in one woman

who was at this camp
until yesterday.

A woman who called herself
Adilah El Idrissi.

What exactly is it
you're looking for?

Is this the tent
she was held in isolation?

- It certainly is.
- How long was she

- inside this tent?
- One night.

There was a fight.

Some of the women
recognised her from Raqqah.

Said she was an ISIS commander.
She was stabbed.

Okay, target received blood cuts
in this environment.

Seal it off and put
everything into bags.

Yasmina!

Yasmina!

Yasmina!

it's time for today

to say goodbye
to the land of Illyria.

Silly girl.

Good.

I can't believe
you're still mad at me.

Yes, I am.

Because of something
so stupid.

I need my injection.

Oh, you've seen me do it
so many times,

it's really very simple.

Okay, I will do it myself.

No, I'll do it.

No, no, as you said,

it's really very simple.

Please don't do it just
to prove a fucking point.

- Give it to me. Give it to me.
- No.

- Give it to me.
- No.

You're a fucking child!

Let go. Let go, let go.

You just like hurting me,
don't you?

As a matter of fact, I do. Yes.

Ai!

- Show me your wound.
- No. You're not a doctor.

You know, when we get back
on the road, you can drive.

There's no traffic,
even you can't kill us.

I couldn't pee,

the fucking shepherd
is still up there.

Fuck, this is horrible!

So, you regret
deciding to help me?

How can anyone
disapprove of belly dancing?

How can you care so much about
my opinion of belly dancing?

I don't care so much.

And I don't regret deciding
to help you.

Out of gratitude, or admiration,
or something,

at least you could just
agree with me about the stupid

little things that I have
a strong opinion about.

Okay. For my sanity,
you are right about everything

- until we reach Istanbul.
- Until we reach Paris.

No, until we reach
the French border,

you are absolutely
right about everything

until we cross
the French border.

Fine!

The belly dance
was originally a sacred ritual

performed by women for women
and celebrated childbirth.

And prepared the woman
for the birth process.

I didn't say I disapproved.
I said it's another

Western corruption
of Eastern traditions.

- I actually took classes.
- Please, you shut up about it.

Adilah, when were
you radicalised?

Did you say that word?

How much do you really know
about religion at all?

Because when I was in Syria,

I found out a lot
of radicalised Europeans...

- That word again.
- They didn't have much

knowledge of religion.

And you're not religious because
your family were communists.

Only my grandfather.

Some women went to Syria to find
a husband. Was it a man?

No, it was not a man.

Everyone always thinks that,
but they're wrong.

It's the older women
that recruit the girls.

And they know what to say.

The woman who took me in
told me that I could have

a more pure life with God,

away from the corruption
of the West.

For the first time I felt like
my life had meaning,

and a purpose.

You look all right
driving a car. Normal.

Thank you.

But you're not.
Because you're a murderer.

When you are joking, can you
raise your hand or something?

All I did was shake my belly
and my arse around

to help me give birth.

But the murderer
disapproves of that.

Please don't call me a murderer.

I'm right about everything
until the French border.

You are like
the bullies at school.

Hiding behind jokes.

You know, I can't go
to the theatre

because when the actors
come on stage,

I have this terrible desire
to stand up and shout "Fuck!"

In situations like this,
for no reason at all

I say the worst possible thing
I can say.

You said you don't
have children.

I don't. Can we please overtake
this fucking truck?

I need a cigarette.

Hey?

Do you think
I'm funny now?

You told me
to fucking do it!

Are you going to fight me?

I think I've opened a stitch.

I don't mean
to laugh at you.

You scared the shit out of me.

That is the number
of a friend of mine in Paris.

He's a doctor. We met at a camp
together, in Lebanon.

He calls just
to make sure I'm okay.

I think he might be
in love with me.

At least I hope he is.

If you ever need a pen
or a piece of paper

or just want to use the phone,
just ask.

Yeah.

Fuck.

- This guy's in love with you.
- Damn!

Means I shall have to kill him.

I think they're looking
for someone in particular.

I'm sick of this car.
Shall we walk?

Shit!

- This way!
- Why?

Because I said so!

There. There. Hide.

- Where is she?
- Piss off!

- Where is she?
- Here.

I told you to wait downstairs.

You never fucking listen to me.

Is that your way of saying
thank you or something?

Thank you.

What is that?

Before entering the fray
we are invited to sit quietly

and contemplate
a great work of art.

The Louvre lends us paintings.

"Entering the fray," huh?

You guys at DGSE have a union

and a 35-hour work week,
am I right?

- Does it help?
- We have an appointment.

Hmm.

Nope. Not getting anything.

Just a woman
with a really weird head.

I saw footage of the fight
you two had at the airport.

It is going viral within
the intelligence community.

I hear a Russian operative
just happened to be there.

He made his own copy
and is saving it

for their Christmas party.

You both need to realise
we are on the same side.

Our American friend put the life
of a British agent

who was undercover at assignment
to the DGSE in danger,

by sending in
the fucking cavalry

on the streets of Istanbul.

And as a result,
our handler has destroyed

our only means of locating
and communicating with her.

Or maybe someone would have
contacted you guys,

but we are told by command

not to try to reach
French intelligence

between midday and three
because they'll be at lunch.

Shall we swap stereotypes
or shall we swap information?

We know everything you know.
And we more than you know.

Target currently
at large in Istanbul,

has been identified
by six witnesses

in the camp as
the Djinn Al Raqqah.

A woman of extreme interest
to us, who we believe

is a 15-year female veteran
ISIS commander

by the name of
Sabaine Al Kubaisi.

The only one who's
capable of this kind of plot.

- We know...
- However,

the target claims to be
Adilah El Idrissi from Paris.

We have no record of anyone
called Adilah El Idrissi

travelling to Syria from Paris.

The name doesn't show up
on any of our lists

of persons of interest.

Well, we have a different list.
It's a longer list.

Sometimes we skip lunch.

- Adilah El Idrissi is real?
- Yes.

And she may have gotten
mixed up with ISIS

but she has limited
intermittent activity.

She's not at the level of
Sabaine Al Kubaisi.

Now our intelligence
also informs us

that she left behind a daughter,
here in Paris.

About a mile from
this building, in fact.

The girl is ten years old,

attends school
in Aulnay-sous-Bois.

So guess what? At 8:15
this morning, a 10-year-old girl

was intercepted
on her way to school.

Strands of her hair were taken,

now here's where
you guys come in.

All I need you to do
is analyse them.

If the DNA in the strands
of hair matches the DNA

in the samples we took from
the refugee camp this morning,

then his girlfriend
was in the car

with the little girl's mother

and her name
is Adilah El Idrissi.

If the samples do not match,

then the target's
adopted Adilah's identity.

And your girlfriend
is almost certainly

with the most wanted
woman in the world.

You see?

No need for psychological
bullshit, all right?

No need for double agents,

identity games, paintings
of weird freaking heads,

just straightforward,
old-fashioned,

"fuck you" American science.

Now if you guys
can get it done quickly,

and not at your
usual pace of three weeks,

that would be helpful.

Seven to 10 days
is not that far away,

we're in kind of hurry.

Sorry, sorry.
This sitting is full.

You will have to wait
for the 7 o'clock sitting.

We're here to see Mr Demir.

Mr Demir isn't here.

This lady needs to get to Paris.

I've $2,000.

Mr Demir no longer
takes out the trash.

Perhaps you should leave.

$10,000.

Come.

Where the fuck
did you get $10,000?

Who the fuck is Mr Demir?

He uses this place
to issue fake documents.

I want you to travel
as a dancer.

And what kind of dancer am I?

A belly dancer, of course.

How long have you known her?

She's my friend.
I've known her for ages.

I want her to travel
as a dancer. And a singer.

- She speaks English?
- No. At the border,

I will say she's a part of
the delegation of folk artists.

They closed
the Galata Bridge today.

They're looking for someone.

I don't want
her fingerprints in here.

I'm not doing this shit anymore.

Got too serious.

Fucking Daesh
made it too serious.

Where the fuck did
she get money like this?

Her father is
a wealthy man in Damascus.

He gave her money
to get to Paris.

He's paying me to help her.

- Is she your lover?
- We are not lovers.

She's my friend.

I thought you said
she speaks no English.

Because the truth is she speaks
English very well.

But during the trip to Paris,

she will keep
her fucking mouth shut.

No, she will not.

$2,000 now, $8,000 when you
give us the passport and papers.

For $10,000, you can
also give me a clean mobile.

Yeah, I will take one too.

I've invented a name,
date of birth, place of birth.

She's from the Eastern region.

For this money you better
make the passport good.

I'm guessing you're in a hurry
to get out of Istanbul, right?

I'll let you know
when it's ready.

The center's library.

- Please wait here.
- Mmm-hmm.

"O, it came o'er my ear
like the sweet sound.

That breathes upon
a bank of violets..."

Hmm,
and now my darling Vi,

it's time for today to say
goodbye to the land of Illyria.

Silly girl.

They have my favourite book.

Kitab al-Bulhan.

"The Book of Surprises"
from the fourteenth century.

I used to love looking
at these pictures

- when I was a little girl.
- It's beautiful.

My grandfather
would read it to me.

It's about Djinn
and devils and shapeshifters.

There's seven
Djinn Kings. Right?

One for each day of the week.

They all have their own colour.

They can change into anything,
any animal...

...any person.

This Djinn is
"The Red King of Tuesday."

He was the one that
scared me the most.

My grandfather said
the Djinn were gone forever,

but I still see him
in my dreams.

Allo?

I gave you references.
But not my own.

My presence will be
reference enough.

Do you know
what the fuck you're doing

travelling with this woman?

So, you're a dancer, eh?

Prove it.

She will absolutely
not dance for you.

If you're caught,
she'll be asked.

- You have no right to ask...
- The papers say you're a singer

and a dancer.
Sing one of your songs.

Go on.

Thanks.

I have to be quick, Malik,

but what the fuck?

Who the fuck closed
Galata Bridge

because you promised me
I would be allowed to do my job.

There is no longer
any need for you to do your job.

What are you talking about?

Using DNA evidence,
the Americans,

the fucking Americans,
not the DGSE, nor the DGSI,

have proven beyond doubt
that the woman you are with

really is Adilah El Idrissi.

She's a French-Algerian from
Paris and has a daughter here.

She's not Sabaine.
She's not the Djinn al Raqqah,

she's a confused woman
running home

and she's of no interest
to us or to the Americans.

So, you can catch
a flight to Paris

either with or without her.

Malik, you know
that does not prove

that Adilah is not
the Djinn al Raqqah.

The woman I am with is the ISIS
commander we are looking for.

The woman I am with
is the Djinn al Raqqah.

And I will prove it.

So now that we know that your
passport and papers are good,

we just stay on the bus to Sofia
and catch a flight to Paris.

So I can call my daughter
and tell her?

Call whoever you want.

From now on
it's just me and you.

Be quick, bus leaves
in two minutes.

Mmm-hmm.

♪ You said you were going out

♪ But I heard you
through the walls

♪ I said "don't go far"

♪ You had me searching
for a reason

♪ But I was in the dark

♪ You and me after
you and me before

♪ Time splits in two

♪ On both sides of the door

♪ You and me after
you and me before

♪ Time splits in two

♪ On both sides of the door

♪ What a waste for you to be
pulled under the water

♪ What a shame

♪ What a waste for you to be
pulled under the water

♪ What a shame
you can't hear me

♪ I speak louder!

♪ Thought you could
keep me in reserve

♪ While you made up your mind

♪ Could I hold myself back?

♪ Well you found me unfaillible
but I know the taste of lies

♪ You and me after
you and me before

♪ It's time

♪ Don't keep
coming back for more

♪ You and me after
you and me before

♪ It's time

♪ Don't keep
coming back for more

♪ I speak louder, louder

♪ I speak louder

♪ I speak louder, louder

♪ I speak louder

♪ I speak louder, louder

♪ I speak louder

♪ You hear me speak?

♪ You hear me speak?

♪ You hear me speak?

♪ You hear me speak? ♪

I knew the truth about you as
soon as I saw you.

What is the truth about me?

That woman is a monster.

She is not your friend.

You've got 48 hours to get
that woman

to tell us what she knows.

I don't work for you.

Everybody works for us.

Sooner or later.

I can't walk away now.

I'm getting closer.

I'm a little disappointed
in you.

It appears that you've let your
emotions get the better of you.

There is a major attack
planned.

They are using you as a pawn.

Who said you get to decide what
is good and what is evil?

Where there is chaos, there is
also opportunity.

Opportunity for what?