Original subtitles

[wind whooshing]

[dramatic sting]

["You Sexy Thing" by Hot Chocolate on radio]

♪ I believe in miracles

♪ Where're you from?

♪ You sexy thing

♪ You sexy thang you

♪ I believe in miracles

♪ Since you came along

♪ You sexy thing

[music continues faintly]

What do you believe in, Carlos?

[in Spanish]

[in English] Yeah, you do.

You hablo inglés.

You hablo inglés bueno.

[in Spanish]

Huh?

[in English] I believe in love.

Love's the only thing we've got, mate.

Two people.

Connection.

[bullet whooshes]

[car doors opening, closing]

[tense music rises, fades]

[indistinct chatter in Arabic]

What are you doin'?

You know who we are?

You know who we work for?

[in Arabic]

[man speaks in Arabic]

[in English] Make peace with your God.

You're English?

Can you speak to them? Tell them I work for the cartel.

- From Guinea-Bissau. This is our route. - It's your time.

Accept it.

Make peace with your God.

- Pray. - I'm a drug trafficker,

I don't fuckin' pray!

And it's not my time to die.

Come on, mate. Where you from back home?

Who are you?

No, no, no, please no. I don't wanna die.

Don't kill me!

[gunfire]

[panting]

[tense music]

Get them in the truck. Now!

[Max grunts]

Hurry up!

In the back.

Let's go!

- In. - There's something I need to get.

- Get in the fuckin' cab. - Please, it's just a photo.

It's in my car.

If you're lying, I'll kill you.

See.

Move.

Let's go, let's go.

Get in the fuckin' car.

- Drive. - Where to?

Just fuckin' drive.

[engine starts, revs]

[tense music builds]

["Bodysnatchers by Radiohead plays]

♪ I do not

♪ Understand

♪ What it is

♪ I've done wrong

♪ Full of holes

♪ Check for pulse

♪ It is the 21st century

♪ It is the 21st century

♪ Oh, the lines wrapped 'round my face ♪

♪ Oh, the lines wrapped 'round my face ♪

♪ Are for anyone else to see

♪ Are for anyone else to see

♪ I'm a lie

[wind whistling]

[dramatic sting]

[bells tinkling, mules neighing]

[in Russian]

Mm-hmm.

[exhales, sniffs]

Where were you taking the cargo?

Beirut.

I thought you got to Libya.

Your drugs are for Europe, aren't they?

Usually... but not today.

We came from Bissau, through Mali, into Algeria now...

then Libya, then a plane takes me to Beirut.

[Max groans]

This isn't a usual trip.

Keep going to Libya, but not to your plane.

- Take me to Benghazi. - I can't take you to Benghazi.

You will.

Because I just saved your life.

You owe me.

Are they gendarmes or military?

- Gendarme, I think. - You know them?

The cartel pays them, too?

[tense music]

If you get me through, you can keep some of your shipment.

Don't get out the car.

Don't say a word.

[music builds]

You give me up...

and I'll shoot you through the back of the seat.

In the fuckin' spine.

[indistinct radio chatter]

[speaks in French]

[suspenseful music]

[in English] Captain Septi.

Max...

from Bissau.

[in French]

[speaking in broken French] ...we...

[in English] uh, meeting.

[in French] Islamic militants.

Yes.

[Max] The militants attack us.

Uh, pow pow pow!

Uh, the car... my car... got fucked up.

[in English] I had to take this truck.

[Max laughs]

[in French] My partner, Carlos.

Dead.

[in English] It was a fucking nightmare, mate.

Nightmare.

[suspenseful music continues]

[in French] For you.

Here.

[signals in French]

[in French]

[upbeat music]

[panting]

[in English] What?

Max, yeah?

- Yeah, what's wrong with that? - Nothing.

Max.

[man laughs]

So, you think you're Mad Max, do you, Max?

Driving around the desert,

delivering drugs, doing mad shit, yeah?

No, I don't.

[sighs]

What's your name?

Drive.

[tense music builds]

[wind whooshing]

AK ammo only. Seven point six.

One side fired, and it wasn't the narcos.

Our Jihadi's not here.

Aye, all right, Sherlock,

I ken he's no fuckin' here.

Hijack. Kill the narcos, steal their gear, and then a fallout.

He shot his own fuckin' people.

Told ya, this cunt's evil.

No loyalty to anyone, he's a fuckin' snake.

Bugs out north... Benghazi, maybe.

We nearly had him.

I've been after this cunt for years.

It's only a matter of time, huh?

[soldier] All right, so what now?

A brew.

There's a storm comin'.

[tense upbeat music]

[clatters]

[in Kurdish]

[in Kurdish]

[wind whooshes]

[in English] Keep going.

I can't see the track.

When do you have to get your plane to Beirut?

Tomorrow night.

- What happens if you miss it? - I'll get killed.

That's not good.

[slurps loudly]

So are you a Jihadi, then?

You don't even understand what the word Jihad means.

I know what it means.

Find someone who doesn't believe what you believe and kill 'em.

No.

Jihad just means struggle.

Can be anything.

Makin' a livin', raising a family, personal struggles each of us has

with the tests that Allah sends us through our lives.

So that was a test, was it? From God. When you shot your mates.

The choices you make trying to overcome the tests

determine whether you're one of the righteous or one of the damned.

Why'd you shoot 'em?

[clears throat]

I'm one of the damned.

And you... [clears throat]

You're a delivery driver.

Yeah, you could have worked for Amazon.

They don't pay as good as this.

And I'm not a delivery driver.

- I'm a drug trafficker. - You're a fuckin' delivery driver, mate.

- Accept the facts. - It's not just drugs I smuggle.

No?

No.

I smuggle antiquities, too.

That's what I'm goin' to Beirut for.

What antiquities?

Statues.

Statues?

[African pop music playing]

Small statues. Very valuable.

The payment... is the shipment.

You go to Beirut and get the statues.

Then you take them to Marrakesh.

Morocco? Why Morocco?

[zips bag]

- Why the questions, Max? - I just wanna know what I'm doin', Danny.

You do what I tell you to do.

The statues have to be transported separately.

Two statues...

you and Carlos, two men.

Why have they gotta be taken separately?

'Cause that's what Antonio Alam wants.

He's the boss.

[in Spanish]

- Talk, Miguel, okay? - [in English] You want a girl before you go, Max?

No, man. Cheers, though.

I'm all right.

[laughter and indistinct chatter]

[groans]

[door creaks]

[Max] Didn't you sleep?

Nah.

I don't sleep much.

That's not good.

[urinating]

[car door closes]

Clean the windows.

I thought you was prayin' at first when I saw you outside the car.

I've given up praying.

Why d'you try and make me pray, then?

Back when you were gonna kill me.

People like to pray when they're gonna die.

Well, I don't believe in God.

Religion, none of that shit.

What do you believe?

I believe in love.

Who do you love?

I love my girlfriend.

It's nice, right?

You're punchin'.

That's what I tell her.

The moment I saw her, I just knew.

What's her name, your girl?

Laetitia.

She in Guinea-Bissau?

Nah.

Nah, she's in Spain.

I had to come out here for the cartel for work.

So where you from? You from up north, yeah?

Fuckin' hell, you're hard work.

You're English.

You can admit that.

Not anymore.

What d'you mean?

I'm stateless. No passport.

What, so you can't go back home?

- Ever? - Never.

What you lookin' for?

Nothin'.

- Are you sure? - Get in.

In.

[folk song playing]

[Max] Why do you want to go to Benghazi, then? Benghazi's a place to disappear.

Is that what you want?

All you need to know is you're taking me to Benghazi.

Yeah. I know I'm takin' you to Benghazi.

All I want to say is that there's an oasis the bedouin use.

I could take you there and you can get a lift to Benghazi from there,

- if you want. - You're taking me to Benghazi.

Yes, for sure.

It's not a problem.

[sheep bleating]

[dog barking]

[in Kurdish]

- [Max] Are you gonna tell me your name, then? - [man] No.

- You're not Jihadi John, are you? - He's dead.

Oh, yeah. Yep, that's right.

♪ Jihadi John... ♪

♪ Is fuckin' dead

♪ They dropped a bomb on his fuckin' head ♪

- You talk a lot, don't ya? - I just wanna know what to call you, mate.

I could call you Jihadi John 2.

- I'll call you JJ. - No, you won't.

If you don't tell me, I'll have to.

- I'll have no choice. - Slow down.

[tense music]

[JJ] What are you doin'?

We need petrol.

[spits]

[Max] What d'you think happened?

They got killed.

By people like you?

Maybe.

Maybe the people that were smugglin' them killed them.

- Get any? - A little. We'll need more.

Okay, let's go.

I'm not sure how far we'll get.

[insects buzzing]

[metallic clank]

[rapid breathing]

It's okay.

It's okay.

Let's get this cleaned up, son.

Then we'll get you some scran.

You don't know what the fuck I'm saying, do you?

Well, whatever you speak,

this is gonna fuckin' hurt like fuck.

[boy screaming]

[Middle Eastern folk music plays]

We still need more fuel.

I told you, I know an oasis. It's nearby.

We can take him there...

and with the money in that rucksack,

you could pay to get to Europe.

And I can go to Beirut. I can still make my plane.

Okay.

Go there.

[camels grunting]

[city traffic sounds]

[indistinct conversation in native language]

[device beeping]

[clunk]

[Rifaat, in English] They are ready.

[wind whistling]

[busy chatter]

[camel grunting]

[dramatic sting]

[vendors announcing indistinctly]

[hen clucking]

[inaudible conversation]

[in English] How are you doin' this?

Is there someone behind me?

[JJ] So?

There are Bedouin here

that can take him to Benghazi.

And then what? They sell him in a fuckin' slave market?

He has a chance to get to Europe from there.

You can go, too.

I'm not going with him.

Then a chance is all you can give him.

[men shouting]

Okay, son, you're on your own now, yeah?

I'm sorry I can't do no more for you.

Try and survive.

Hey.

[bedouin, in English] Hurry up, we need to leave!

Make space!

[speaks in native language]

No, no, no, what you doin'? No, no, stop, stop.

Go.

Fuck off.

Come on.

Let's go.

Wait.

[folk beats]

[man singing in native language]

[singing continues in the distance]

[indistinct chatter]

Did you kill some kids or something before?

Shoot one?

Strap one up with a suicide bomb or something?

Yeah, that makes sense.

You're trying to save this kid... to make up for it.

I told you.

God sends us tests.

Fuckin' right, He does.

You need to make your mind up.

We can't stay here forever.

Tomorrow, I'll go to Benghazi.

You go your way...

deliver your drugs, go to Beirut.

I'm gonna take the money from the rucksack and make sure he gets to Europe.

If you're sure.

[sighs]

Thank you for not killing me.

That's okay.

I do owe you for that.

[woman screaming]

[panicked chatter]

[man shouts]

[gunshot]

- [gunfire] - [people screaming]

[JJ] Go.

[engine stalling]

- Come on, you piece of shit. - Move!

I'm tryin', mate.

Come on!

[tense music swells]

[music fades]

[gunfire]

[in Arabic]

[objects rumbling]

- [boy shouts] - [gunfire]

[militant grunts]

[JJ panting]

[sighs]

[tense music builds]

- [man shouts] - [muffled gunfire]

[militant grunting]

[grunting in pain]

[in Arabic]

- [soft music] - [birds calling]

We should have let him go with the Bedouin.

I should have left him in the truck.

It was written for him to die there.

- Nothing's written. - Everything is written!

I'll know when it's my time to die, and so will you.

[mournful music]

[panting]

[Max] The shipment's gone.

They burned all of it.

I was gonna use that...

to pay for the statues that my boss bought in Beirut.

So don't go Beirut, go somewhere else.

Lose a shipment, the cartel will hunt you down.

I work for them, I have no choice.

Maybe they'll think you died at the ambush.

Could be your chance to disappear.

You can run, but you can't hide.

You ran when the shootin' started

and hid under a truck.

You're a coward, Max, huh?

Are you afraid of violence?

You're in the drugs game, and you're scared of violence.

I'm a driver. I don't kill people.

I don't need to.

And I won't.

I'm not like you.

You kill everybody you meet.

- [spade thumps] - I didn't kill you.

And why didn't you kill me?

No, come on, tell me. You could've killed me.

You could've taken the coke, the money, whatever you wanted.

But you changed your mind. You looked up at the sky,

and changed your mind. What was it? What was it, a sign?

- A sign? - Yeah, a sign.

From... from Allah... whatever.

What was it?

It was a drone.

A drone?

Like that one.

Run.

Oh, I've got you now, cunty baws.

Drone... a fuckin' drone?

I thought maybe you saw an angel.

I can't see angels, just drones.

- What are you doin'? - Can't outrun it.

- What? What's wrong? - The sun.

Fuck.

[man laughs]

Come on!

[shouts angrily]

Thought you said you don't pray anymore.

[praying softly]

Fuck's sake!

Don't stop, I can see them!

What was it?

A bird.

An eagle.

- Go! - Okay!

Let's see how well you motherfuckers know the desert.

[engine revs, tyres skid]

[upbeat music]

Fuckin' go, go, go, go!

- [Max] So, who were they? Who's after you? - [JJ] Someone with a drone.

- Who the fuck has drones? - Lots of people, they're cheap.

It's armies that have drones.

[banging on door]

[Max] For fuck's sake.

- Think we shook 'em off? - I don't see it.

Maybe that bird was a sign. The eagle.

- A sign from God. - About what?

That you should come to Beirut with me and get them statues.

- I'm not going to Beirut. - Where else are you gonna go?

I don't know.

And it's a two-man job. Me and Carlos.

The guy you killed. So maybe you owe me,

and should be there in case I need help.

I don't owe you anything.

[engine revving]

Very simple job, very quick.

In and out. You and me.

That bird wasn't a sign from God that I have to go to Beirut.

No, but it answered your prayers.

How you gettin' there?

[upbeat music]

Idir...

my friend.

[JJ] Are we flying' in that?

- Through the night? - [Max] Yeah, you can get kip on the way.

We'll be there by mornin'.

We were attacked. We lost the shipment, which is true.

But I'll say you've saved me. The cartel are sending another cargo.

We still need to take the statues and leave.

- Do you think they'll buy that? - Yeah.

Why not?

No one from the cartel will be there, and I'm very plausible.

[JJ] Plausible?

Are you?

[upbeat music continues]

Salut.

Bonjour.

[in French] It's downstairs, to the left.

Merci.

[in English] In and out, remember?

- And leave the talkin' to me. - [JJ] Yeah, yeah.

Danny.

What you doin' here?

We heard you hit some trouble?

Yeah.

We ran into some Jihadis.

They took the shipment.

And Carlos didn't make it.

Why did I have to hear this from the gendarmes?

Why not you?

I lost my phone.

How was I meant to talk to you?

I wanted to stick to the schedule, you know?

Get the statues for Alam.

I knew it was important.

It is important, but how were you gonna pay

for the statues without the shipment?

And who the fuck is this?

[Max] This is JJ.

He saved my life.

He saved your life?

That's not my name...

but I did save his life.

Danny, come on, please, mate.

You can't kill him in here.

Get out of the way.

Drop it, Danny.

Max, what the fuck are you doing?

I mean it. Tell him to drop his as well.

What are you gonna do, Max?

Are you gonna kill me?

You fucking coward.

You're gonna shoot me?

[man groans]

[bones cracking]

[Daniel] Fucking hell!

[in Spanish] Son of a bitch!

[in English] Thank you.

Where are the statues?

[mysterious music]

[Max] There's supposed to be two of 'em.

Pack 'em up, we're takin' 'em.

Don't fuckin' look at him, do it.

[Daniel groans]

You just tried to kill us, mate, so we're takin' your fuckin' statues.

If you want 'em back, you're gonna have to pay us for 'em.

You're gonna fuckin' die, coño.

We're all gonna die, mate.

Get the other one.

Hurry up!

Don't fuckin' move.

[panting, wincing]

Don't take it... please.

Wait.

- Keep them two meters apart. - Max, come on.

Max.

We're not done.

[tense music]

Your men can't shoot at them.

If you hit the bags, they might explode.

[gunfire]

[in Spanish]

[in English] They have uranium.

Nuclear fuel.

Enough to blow up the whole city.

["Welcome to the Jungle" by Guns N' Roses playing]

♪ Shun-na-na-na-na-na-na-na knees, knees ♪

♪ Muah, ah

♪ I wanna watch you bleed

♪ Welcome to the jungle

♪ We take it day-by-day

♪ If you want it, you're gonna bleed ♪

♪ But it's the price you pay

♪ And you're a very sexy girl

♪ Who's very hard to please

♪ You can taste the bright lights ♪

♪ But you won't get them for free ♪

♪ In the jungle, welcome to the jungle ♪

♪ Feel my

♪ Shun-na-na-na-na-na-na-na knees, knees ♪

♪ Down in the jungle

♪ Welcome to the jungle

♪ Watch it bring you to your

♪ It's gonna bring you down

♪ Huh!

[song fades out]