[fire crackling]
‐ [muffled fire] ‐ [muffled breathing]
[labored breathing]
[explosion]
[distant gunfire] MAN: [on radio speaking Kurdish]
[speaking French]
[gunfire] [speaking French]
SARYA [on radio]:
SARYA: [speaking French]
Go, go, go!
[gunfire]
[car approaching]
‐ [doors slamming]
‐ [Arabic chatter] ‐ [flames crackling]
[chatter continues]
[gunfire]
[speaking French]
[gunfire]
[truck starts]
[driving away]
♪
[men yelling]
PAUL:
Nasser!
[men yelling]
You okay?
Alright. Gimme that.
[Nasser grunts]
You okay? Are you hurt? You hurt?
‐ I'm okay, man. I'm okay. I'm okay.
‐ Where's Iyad?
Where's Iyad?!
Is he hurt? What happened?
‐ He's at the back.
[grunts]
[Arabic chatter continues]
♪
[gunfire]
[men shouting, chanting in Arabic]
[speaking Arabic]
[heavy breathing]
[gasps]
Allahu akbar! Allahu akbar!
[all shouting]
Allahu akbar!
[banging]
SARYA: Take this house.
[speaking Kurdish]
[driving away]
[insects chirping]
[pouring liquid]
SARYA: [speaking French]
ANTOINE:
‐ Hey.
♪
[indistinct chatter]
‐ How you feeling? ‐ Just a concussion.
You see Iyad?
‐ Shahid now.
Hey. Hey, hey, hey. Stop. Stop. Be happy.
It was all our end games, remember?
[starts truck engine]
[footsteps]
[speaking French]
[sighs]
[both kiss]
[walking downstairs]
[quiet street chatter]
[drops gun]
[Nasser sighs]
[pulls out chair]
‐ What happened out there, Nas?
‐ It was an ambush.
They attacked us with a missile.
‐ Fucking kuffar. ‐ Yeah. [sighs]
‐ They were lucky this time though, yeah?
‐ Yeah.
[sniffs]
‐ See...
the bit that I‐I can't get my head around
is why you decided to run after the Libyan.
‐ Oh. Abu Rida saw me and he insist‐‐
‐ Abu Rida, yeah? Abu Rida insisted, did he?
‐ Yeah‐‐ ‐ You shut the fuck up!
You shut the fuck up! I know you're fucking lying!
I'm giving you a chance to be honest with me!
You left your jacket in the car, and I found this inside.
What is this?
Don't lie to me.
♪
‐ Bro.
I swear down.
Iyad weren't supposed to be there.
I was trying to watch over him there.
Fuck, man. That motherfucker lied to me, man.
‐ Who lied to you? ‐ He fucking lied to me.
‐ Who lied to you? Who is he?
‐ He's fucking Israeli, man. He's Mossad.
‐ What the fuck are you talking about?
‐ You've gotta‐‐ ‐ Fucking traitor, huh?
Fucking traitor!
[both grunting]
[groaning]
[panting]
[Paul screams]
[cough]
[cocks gun]
♪
‐ [Nasser gasping]
Fucking do it.
Go ahead.
Fucking pull the trigger.
‐ [angry breathing]
You have lost your way, Nasser.
You have lost your way.
[door opens]
[door shuts]
[gasping]
[radio clicking]
[radio static]
ANNA [on radio]: [speaking French]
ANNA:
ANTOINE:
[birds chirping]
[explosion]
[gunfire] ANNA:
[gunfire continues]
♪
[insects, birds chirping]
[gunfire]
[men shouting]
[gunfire]
WOODY: Okay. Alright. ‐ [Anna gasps]
♪ tense music playing ♪
AJAR: [speaking Kurdish] ANNA: [speaking Kurdish]
ADAR:
ANNA: What happened? EVA: She was hit in the stomach.
ANNA: She's been bleeding for how long? EVA: About 10 minutes.
[equipment clattering]
ANNA: It looks like she has air trapped,
and it's pressuring the lungs. ‐ [Velcro tearing]
[gasping]
[plastic crinkling]
Ready?
Go. ‐ [groaning]
‐ [gasping]
ANNA:
Ready?
‐ [blowing] ‐ [Sarya grunts]
[gasping]
[choking]
[panting]
♪
‐ [gasping] ‐ [murmuring]
[gasping]
[quiet knocking]
[loud knocking]
[speaking Arabic]
[door slamming]
[indistinct chatter]
♪ tense music playing ♪
[door creaks, shuts]
SHEIKH:
[speaking Arabic]
[indistinct]
[speaking Arabic]
[door opens]
[hallway chatter]
[chatter continues]
‐ I thought you'd turn me in.
‐ Why did you do this to us?
[sighs]
‐ Well, fuckin' look at this place, man.
This is not Islam‐‐ ‐ No, no, we talked about this.
We talked about this. This is a transitionary stage.
I thought you knew this.
So, when did this start?
Before we came here?
‐ Yeah.
‐ [scoffs]
We forgave you.
We let you back in.
‐ [sighs]
‐ So what now? [sniffs]
So, what now, man?
‐ I prayed for Allah to show me the way.
And he showed me that we are still brothers.
Okay? ‐ Okay.
Why?
‐ 'Cause it's not about the Caliphate anymore.
It's about us.
It's about you and me and Iyad.
Because all he ever wanted to do was save your soul
from the fires of hell. ‐ Bro, it's too late, man.
You can't save me... ‐ No, no, no.
♪
The Jew spy.
Where is he now?
‐ What?
‐ The Jew spy. Where is he?
‐ He's still here in Syria.
‐ Then he is a gift from Allah.
We are gonna make him pay for what he has done to us.
Be happy, brother. ‐ Yeah.
‐ Be happy because you are going to paradise today to see Iyad.
And that is how we will save your soul.
You'll be saved.
[quiet hospital chatter]
‐ Her condition is very bad, I'm afraid.
We stopped the bleeding, but the bullet hit the bone,
and the small shrapnel penetrated the left lung.
So, without an operation,
just a matter of time before her lungs collapse.
‐ So why you don't operate?
‐ We need a specific machine, so called ECMO.
But look around here. We even don't have enough medicine,
so, of course, we don't have this machine.
I don't think there is even one like this in all Syria.
‐ So, where? Maybe there's a machine like that in Iraq.
‐ Maybe, but it doesn't matter.
We don't even have an equipment to transfer her.
She's not going to survive the trip.
So now, would you excuse me?
♪
‐ [tires screeching] ‐ [indistinct PA announcement]
♪
[slams door]
[indistinct chatter]
[speaking French]
GILIA: [speaking Kurdish]
‐ Comrade Gilia. I'm sorry to disturb you,
but we have to help Sarya.
We need to take her to a better hospital.
‐ Do you think Sarya is sorry for the life she chose?
She fought with people she loved
to save people she loved.
Her life had a meaning.
Go back to the hospital.
Sit next to her.
Be with her when she leaves this world.
But don't go to mourn,
but to honor the love and friendship we shared with her.
‐ [slams door] ‐ [indistinct chatter]
ANNA:
‐ [shuts door] ‐ [starts truck engine]
[drives away]
♪
[hospital chatter]
‐ [door creaks] ‐ May I sit?
[ventilator hissing]
[puts down chair]
[ventilator continues]
[cuts engine]
‐ Not changed your mind?
‐ I'll do what needs to be done.
‐ Tall guy?
Four bodyguards?
‐ Yeah. I'll hug him so you'll know it's him.
♪
‐ That'll be my cue to fire.
Good luck, brother.
[starts truck engine]
[truck driving away]
♪
‐ [cuts engine] ‐ [sets parking brake]
♪
[car approaching]
GUARD 1: Stop where you are!
Put the rifle on the ground.
Slowly.
Now, take off your clothes.
‐ What the fuck? ‐ Order from Stanley.
Take them off, please.
‐ Where is he? GUARD 2: Your clothes!
♪ tense music playing ♪
PAUL: What the fuck?
[kicks off shoes]
GUARD 2: Everything.
‐ Get dressed.
[Nasser sighs]
‐ Move.
♪
‐ No...
[door opens, shuts]
[starts truck engine]
Motherfucker...
[cuts engine]
‐ The fuck, Stanley? Fuck off me, man. What the fuck is this all about?
Why've you got these fucking guys here, man?
The fuck off me! Huh?
‐ I have to ask you, Nasser.
Have you been compromised?
‐ What?
STANLEY: Your Koran has been tampered with.
Someone's tried to open it up.
I'm gonna ask you one more time.
Have you been compromised?
‐ The Koran was with me when the fuckin' Libyan got killed, yeah?
Blast sent me fucking flying in the air.
Would've got banged up when it hit the ground.
‐ The fuck were you doing there?
I told you explicitly not to go there.
‐ I went there to get Iyad!
He's dead.
‐ Oh, fuck.
[sniffs]
I knew there were casualties, but I didn't know he was one of 'em.
I'm sorry.
‐ You're sorry?
Is that why you got these fucking guys
that strip‐searched me like a little fucking bitch, yeah?
You know what? You're lucky they're here, mate. Yeah?
'Cause I would've fucking killed you, right here, right now.
‐ Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Alright.
What happened?
‐ Man...
I tried to save him, man. I‐‐
I thought I could as well.
Come here.
[sighs] You can't blame yourself.
You know,
you're not responsible for other people's decisions.
‐ The Libyan is dead.
I've handed him to you, yeah?
So now, I can leave?
‐ Not yet.
‐ Please?
‐ Not when you're so close?
‐ [sighs]
Alright.
How much longer?
What's the fucking plan?
‐ [hands Koran] ‐ Here.
Follow me.
Come on.
♪
So, I'm afraid I can't stay in Syria much longer.
I'm needed at home.
I wanted to introduce you to your new handler.
This is Sophie.
Sophie, this is Nasser Yassin.
‐ Stanley has spoken highly of you.
Such an honor to work with you.
STANLEY: I'll visit once in a while,
but ongoing communication will be through Sophie.
She's one of the best.
Knows the territory here like the back of her hand.
Yeah.
We'll start talking about communication protocol?
‐ Yeah.
♪
[driving away]
[grunts]
‐ The ambulance is on its way to Qamishli.
I went to great lengths to help your brother.
ANNA: Thank you.
STANLEY: Gotta be clear with you about something, Anna.
This time, you are in it to the end.
'Cause if you decide you want out,
I expect there to be some pretty unpleasant consequences.
‐ That's not gonna happen.
I'll keep our deal.
STANLEY: Hey!
It's good to have you back.
[cocks gun]
‐ Get out of the fucking car, Nasser!
‐ Wait, wait, wait‐‐ ‐ Get out of the fucking car!
NASSER: Put the gun down, man. Listen to me.
He already fucking knew. He suspected.
‐ You're lying to me! ‐ No, man! No way!
He knew someone had messed with the Koran!
‐ You're fucking lying. You warned him.
‐ Fucking put the‐‐ ‐ You fucking had to tell him, didn't you?
You fucking warned him and you betrayed us one last time, didn't you?
‐ Of course I fucking wouldn't, man.
He's leaving Syria. ‐ Get on your fucking knees.
‐ No, man. Don't do it. ‐ Get on your fucking knees!
Get on your knees now.
‐ Pray with me.
[speaking Arabic]
[indistinct]
[speaking Arabic]
BOTH:
♪
NASSER:
The whispering devil.
His name is Stanley,
and I'm gonna kill him.
No matter what.
He left this French woman here to replace him.
We use her to get to him.
And we're gonna kill them both.
It's me and you, bro.
♪
[ventilator hissing]
DOCTOR: Sir, can you step outside, please?
‐ What? ‐ Just step up outside.
The medical team is going to take some tests.
ANTOINE: What? ‐ [chatter]
‐ And then we're taking her to another hospital. Just wait outside.
‐ What are you talking about? What hospital?
‐ Wait outside.
[shuts door]
[hospital chatter]
[speaking French]
♪
ANNA:
[heavy breathing]
[metal clanging, scraping]
[sighing]
[jet engine whining]
‐ [door opens] MAN: [speaking French]
♪
[jet engines cut]
[kissing]
ANTOINE:
[ambulance door shuts]
[ambulance starts]
♪
[Kurdish singing]
[Kurdish singing fades out]