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One penny, two pennies Three pennies, four

So many things you want to have You won't find on the floor

FEBRUARY 2015

But a small tickle Doesn't cost a nickel!

But a small tickle Doesn't cost a nickel!

Do you know that you're the most beautiful girl in the world?

Yes, you are. Mum's sweetheart.

Everything will be fine, Latifa. We'll go into town...

and meet your favorite, Tine.

Like so...

RAQQA, SYRIA

Is your husband still in a coma? -Yes. He's going to die!

Tine, don't say that. It'll sort itself out.

How? They'll fetch me and marry me off.

Come here, both of you! -Drop everything and come with!

Stay close to me. -What's happening?

All men and women are to assemble, at once!

Hurry up!

Hurry up! -Coming!

You have been gathered here today to see

what happens to those that betray us and distance themselves from us.

To the square, everyone! -Come here!

Get moving! Come here!

Stand here and turn away! Don't look. You can't look!

Allah's peace be with you, blessings be upon you.

You'll see what happens to traitors. The sentence will now be carried out...

Turn to the wall. You can't look!

Turn away, Pervin!

CALIPHATE

Tine, I can't do it. I can't... -Pervin...

We'll get away. You, me and Latifa.

How'd I end up here?

Because you're an idiot.

Just like me.

I never thought it would be like this. How could I have been so stupid?

What shall we do? We need help!

Do you have anyone you can call? -Call? With what?

This...

Are you crazy? Where'd you get that?

From a friend.

You must get rid of it. It's illegal. They'll kill you!

Tine...

I have to go. Husam is coming.

Bye. What would I do without you?

What would I do without you?

You're the best. I love you. -I love you.

Bye. Close the door. -Okay.

Hey, get rid of it. Promise me! -Yes.

There and there, and there and there...

What are you doing?

I see them all the time. Their faces when they come to me.

They were kuffar.

I didn't do wrong, did I? -No, not at all.

I didn't know they were children. I didn't know.

Why do their faces come to me. Why do I see blood all the time?

Pervin...

I'm going to hell. -No, you're not.

I see their faces all the time.

Calm down. I'll take care of you.

I didn't do wrong, did I? -No, you didn't.

I have to take care of the little one. Lie down.

I have to pray.

I have to pray.

Fuck!

REFERENCES NADIR AL-SHAHRANI

MIDDLE EAST SECTION, SWEDISH SECURITY SERVICE, STOCKHOLM

Fatima?

I didn't get the job. -Why not?

Because of that arsehole Nadir! -What's he done?

It was all ready. I was going to sign. I'd get 53 a month plus bonus,

but then they rang my reference, Nadir.

You think he has... -Of course he has.

It's his revenge.

Hi. -Hey, man, all good?

Homework time? -Are you well?

Can't complain... -Ibbe, they're looking for you.

I know, are they angry? -Super angry!

Great...

Amira wonders if you're married. -Three wives and a fourth lined up!

Hi, Dolores. -Ibbe, you know French?

Non, monsieur...

Ibbe, you're needed.

Sulle needs help with social studies. -Got it.

Work, work! -Did you see Miami-Oklahoma last night?

You should sleep at night! -Russell Westbrook, 34 points!

Cool. -What's your best score?

Thirty, maybe.

What can I help you with? -Kerima, come here.

All good, Kerima? -Good.

"Explain the difference between the District Court and the Court of Appeal."

The Court of Appeal? What does the book say?

"If you're unhappy with a verdict, you can appeal to the higher Court of Appeal."

I don't get it. What's it mean? -Well...

If you appeal- -No, why should we study this?

Because if you live in Sweden, it's good to know this.

I don't want to be in a whitewash country.

Where do you want to live?

Somewhere else.

Jason!

Get a grip.

Okay, girls. Do you know what a District Court is?

Kind of. -Take it from there.

Pervin, you must take the phone.

Jamal is dead and Al-Khansa is already here!

But I can't take it!

They'll lock me in and marry me off!

I don't want it! No!

Take it! But use it briefly.

Short calls, they look for signals all the time.

You must show them you hate me!

Open up! It's the police! Open the door now!

Open up!

Why don't you open?

Is your husband in? -No.

Fetch her!

Come on! Where are your outer clothes?

Where did you think you were going?

Get a move on! -Come on!

Get her out!

Do you know her? -Excuse me?

If Allah wills.

There... There, it's fine.

So, Fatima.

These are some Iranian businessmen... -Okay.

...who are creating a Swedish-Iranian cultural foundation.

The first guy seems to be connected to the Iranian embassy.

It's probably all about identifying critics to the regime.

Spying on refugees. -Exactly.

So we need the whole bunch looked into. Their finances, debts...

You kidding me? Through open sources? -Everything you can find.

Shall I sit on reception as well? -You're not appreciative of the task.

Any idiot could do this. -Sara, a temp could do that in a week.

Please! -I shouldn't make calls! I'm a handler!

You're using me as an assistant. -An analyst.

How long will this last? How long am I out?

I get that it's not you and that it comes from above, but...

I haven't had a single reasonable job since the thing with Lorentz.

I'm fighting for you, even if you don't believe me.

There's been a bomb attack in Istanbul, 70 dead.

Allah is the greatest!

Are you finished? -I'm finished, brother.

Allah is the greatest!

My brothers!

-Look, I had one like that in Boras. -Sure you did...

What, do you think I'm lying? -Yes.

Calm down. -She looks like your wife, Husam.

Husam, I wouldn't stand for that. -If you're martyred, I'll take her over.

He's right. Your wife's hot! -That's enough! Calm down.

Watch instead. That's enough.

You don't own Allah's power, kuffar! -You felt that, you pigs!

The sword of Allah! -What's so good about this?

70 tourists in Istanbul, no one will remember that in a week.

He could have blown up a hotel.

He could have left a car and done it again.

But he chose to be a martyr. We're going to do something much bigger.

We'll strike the crusaders in their safe homes in Sweden.

And we'll do it again and again and again.

Allah is the greatest!

Our brothers are everywhere and their ultimate goal is martyrdom.

Help me, help me. I don't know what to do. Please help me to get out of here.

Oh, good God, help me.

Hello?

Husam?

Has something happened? -Don't touch me!

What is it? -You're dirty, unclean!

What are you talking about? What is it?

The others talk about you. You know, they talk...

Take it easy! Who? -Ahmed, Khalaf, Fadi...

But...

You want to be with Ahmed, right? -No, of course not!

What are you talking about? Stop it.

What is it? -In Sweden, then? You wanted him!

You wanted Ahmed then! -No, why would I? Stop, what is this!

Don't lie to me! -I'm not lying!

Say it like it is! Say it like it is!

All you girls liked him when you were younger!

Say it like it is, Pervin! -What should I say?

You thought he was handsome, say it! -Okay, he was, so what?

There, there...

There, there...

Dolores Costa. -Hello.

Yes? -Hi.

Hi, it's Pervin. -Pervin?

Dolores, you must help me. -Yes?

Please, Dolores, you have to help me. I want to come home.

Ciao, bella! -Ibbe, welcome!

Thanks for the invite and congrats! -Thanks!

How are you? -Very good. It's great you could come.

Fatima, this is Ibbe. -Okay...

Hello, Fatima. -The best teacher's assistant!

Okay. -Not sure about "best."

At J�rva Gard. -Yes.

He came back at Christmas, right? -Yes.

From? -Sport. Professional basketball.

Wow, that sounds fun.

I'll take them. -Thanks.

Don't forget I want to talk to you. -Yes.

Can you help me take this in? -Of course.

So, were you in the USA? -Not really. Egypt, second league.

How do you know Dolores? -Long story, but she-

Hello! -Hello and welcome!

She found me in high school.

I'd drunk a bunch and passed out. -Typical Dolores, always saving people.

For sure. Now we go on holidays together.

Thanks, Lasse! Well...

Who's this from? -Us!

The Anti-Radicalization Network. -Let's see...

Yes! A pair of those walking poles.

Yes... -Read the card.

Well...

"Conned! We invite you to a 24-hour salsa cruise,

including free drinks. You can ditch the walking poles!"

You bastards!

Was that it? -Yes.

No, leave that. -But you'll have to do it later.

Just a bit more. -We should talk.

Okay. What's happened?

I had a telephone call yesterday. From Pervin.

One of my old pupils from the school. -Okay.

I hadn't heard from her since she went to Syria.

To Daesh? -Yes.

And it's awful. She lives in Raqqa. -Okay.

She only dared to speak for a little while,

but she said she wanted to get out.

So, she said that she wanted to be put in contact with the Swedish police.

Okay, why?

She said they were preparing an attack on Sweden.

Okay. What else did she say?

She didn't have time to say more.

Can I give her your number?

Yes, of course. Definitely.

Do that. Only, I'm going to give you another number.

Do you have a pen?

It's better if she calls on this number.

Are you sure it's her? -Yes, I recognized her voice. It's her.

Okay. I'll still need to establish her identity in some way.

Is there anything specific I can ask? Something only she would know?

No problem. You'll get the support you need.

But isn't it better to buy the equipment you need in Europe?

We have a different plan, sir.

Hello. I'm sitting here with the Swede.

Call me later.

We have a different plan. -Excellent!

You take responsibility and make the necessary decisions.

Yes, our man in Sweden is working hard gathering his force.

When the time is right, he'll make the decision.

Miryam Kheir...

Hi. -Hello, Miryam.

Hello, Miryam. -Hello. Is it quiet this evening?

Yes, so far.

But tell me! Be honest.

I know they talk about me. -They think you're paranoid.

Have they said so? -Yes, and naive.

How so, naive?

Must we talk about it? -Yes! Why am I naive?

I don't know, they...

think that you trust your sources too much and that you're not critical.

Really? Do you think so, too?

No. You know, Fatima, I know you...

Is it because of what happened? -I have to go now.

Stop, is it because of what happened?

Stop it. -I have to go.

Is it because of what happened? Calle, cut it out. Don't avoid this!

Bye.

Hello, is that Pervin? -Yes.

Hello! By the way...

I have to ask a question before we start.

Who was your math teacher in 9th grade?

Bodil Ljungberg. -Okay. Good.

You can call me Eva. -Okay.

I know you're in a hurry. Go ahead.

You have to get me out of here. I can't let my child live here, it's...

We're going to die.

Okay, I understand. Dolores said you talked about an attack on Sweden?

They've sent a man to Sweden to undertake a terrorist attack.

Okay... Who?

I don't know, but they call him the Traveler. Al-Musafir.

Okay, what else do you know? -I don't know anything else.

Think. You must know something. -I have to go.

Anything... Hello?

Pervin?

Who were you talking to? -What does it look like?

What? -I'm praying, can't you see that?

You don't usually pray at night.

And you don't usually hit me. Do it again, I'll leave you.

Get out of here. Go to bed.

Please note that buses to Arlanda leave from Gate 4.

It's cold in the mornings.

At least it's getting lighter.

I'll never get used to Swedish winters.

When it's so cold and dark.

But it warms me when I see a sister who knows how to dress.

Who cares about religion. -All I want to do is serve God.

That's good. That's what my wife used to say.

Where are you travelling to? -To Iraq. On business.

Iraq? I come from Baghdad.

Really? -Yes.

I lived there until I was ten.

Do you speak Arabic? -Yes, I do.

Good.

The Traveler? -Yes, then it was cut off.

I don't know, but I think it could be...

Hello. I think this could be important. -Of course. It'll be very important.

If she's the real thing. -Yes, but, she is...

You heard, I established her identity. -Yes, but she's a walk-in.

What is it? Are you jealous?

She's not... -She's definitely a walk-in.

Okay, she's hard to judge, but I can easily work her.

I think this could really be important. -Yes, it could be.

It can also be a person who's made up a story to get out of Raqqa.

Yes, I know. Or someone who wants to... Hi!

...spread disinformation to us. It could be that.

Yes. Or it's old news and we already know them all.

I'll have to check.

Okay. Have you spoken to Sara? -God, no!

Not yet. I have to find out more.

What will you say? -Everything. Apart from my source.

Christ, she's mine! I won't let them take her.

Besides, it could be risky to hand over. She could disappear.

So it'll be your great comeback? -Cut it out!

Or, maybe. I can't just roll over and die, can I?

Or do you think I'm screwing up? -I think you're doing exactly right.

Enjoy. Bye. -Thanks. Bye.

What was she like back then?

Pervin? -Yeah.

She was a bit like you. -In what way?

Lonely, lost...

Did she have a family? -Just a mother.

She only spoke Turkish.

She was sweet, Pervin. I thought things would work out for her.

Then she met... What's his name, Husam? -Yes.

What was he like? -A petty criminal.

But he was nice, in a way. -Okay.

Was he religious? -No, not in the beginning.

But he had friends that were.

What happened then? -It went quickly. Only a few weeks.

There was some basement mosque. She started to walk around in a veil.

Then one day, she was gone.

You didn't hear from her again? -I got a text from Turkey.

Everything was great. Then it went quiet.

Little Pervin... I'm so happy she's alive.

There, there... There...

There you go.

Okay, Emil. As soon as you let go,

you've got three seconds before the grenade explodes. You got that?

Two, three... Bang! We're dead!

Give it to me.

Remember I said it was a dummy? You know what a dummy is?

No? Yes? It's fake, it's not a real grenade.

It's fine... It's fine.

Jakob, I want you to shave off your beard. You, too, Emil.

Why? -It's for the best. Okay?

How are you, Emil? Shall we go again? -Yes... Yeah, I'm fine.

Good. Come.

So, is she a pathological liar?

No idea. But it isn't old news, anyway.

I know pretty much who these people are.

And we've got tabs on them, but there's no investigation.

There are no warrants out. -Okay. Any stars?

He's quite well known.

Omar Soudani. He was involved in an explosion in Lebanon.

Then he's been fighting in Syria a few years.

But the rest are the usual idiots.

Stop, stop... Hang on, it's ringing.

Hello, Pervin. -Hello, it's me.

Hello. -Will you help me?

That depends on whether you help me. -I've told you what I know!

Then you'll have to find out more.

But how? -Listen, this is how it works.

We're not fucking travel agents! You want my help, you have to help me.

You have to work for me.

But what do you mean? What do you want me to do?

You want me to spy?

Yes, I do.

Don't you get it? These guys are murderers!

That's why it's so important! You can save loads of people's lives!

You have the chance to do something fantastic.

Hello?

Each group must choose one of the three articles.

Are you listening? -What?

Israel/Palestine. For or against the sugar tax?

Or for or against the death penalty? Then write a summary of the article.

Cut it out! -Okay, you move over there.

You write what the one side thinks, their arguments.

The same for the other side.

You're silly. Stop! -Okay.

Can we do Israel and Palestine? I don't care about the others.

Here, take a picture. -Okay.

Can we do Israel and Palestine? -Hey, no one gives a damn.

Hi, Sulle. What are you up to?

I'm suffering. I'm doing a fucking article on Israel. It's just lies.

Just lies. -How do you know?

Because I read about it. I found loads online.

You don't know how it is there. It's a genocide on the Palestinians.

Israel is worse than the Nazis. -Lucky you live here, then.

No, it's not. -Why?

Because I live in the world's most racist country.

I do. Well, like, after the USA.

Racist how? -No one in this school will get a job.

Maybe as a cleaner, but no one will be, like, a lawyer.

Because then we have to change our names to, like, Erik or Caroline.

Don't you believe me? -No, it's not that.

You ever seen a cop called Mustafa? -No.

No, you haven't. Because Muslims don't get to be cops in Sweden.

They all think that Muslims are terrorists.

But aren't there any cops that are Muslims?

Yes, but they're no longer Muslims. They're like domestic Muslims.

They've been forced to give up their faith to be policemen.

It's true.

You're really brave, daring to talk about these things.

Thanks. -Most kids your age...

You seem more well-read than the others.

You see, they don't get things like this.

I know.

Where do you find these things?

I don't know. I read, like, loads online.

Could you send me some links? -Sure, of course. For sure.

Hi, Ibbe! -Well! Kerima, what's going on?

It's good. What are you up to? -It's good.

What a cool case. Let me see it. -It's cool, right?

Totally whacked. I want it. I want it. -I love it.

Stop, it could be misinterpreted! -I don't care. I want it!

Stop, give me my phone!

Hey, dude. -Hey, all good?

Hello. -Hey, brother.

How are you? -Fine. I thought it was the home help.

Haven't they come yet? -No. Late, as usual.

Okay.

What the hell is this? What are you doing?

You're such an idiot! -You can't call me an idiot.

What the fuck are you, then? -Don't swear!

Lock the door!

Hurry up!

I told you not to take this out!

What if the home help sees this? Then it's over!

I wanted to take some pictures. -You took pictures?

Give me your phone. Give me your phone! -It's there.

Shit... So fucking stupid.

You're so fucking stupid. -Don't say that, Jakob.

Fuck.

You shouldn't say... Have I done something wrong?

Have I... -Clam!

What have I done wrong? What? -Calm down! Calm...

Let go! -It's fine, okay? It's fine.

Take it easy. No one else can know. Remember he said that?

Remember, no one-

Listen, say you're sick. Okay?

Tell them to leave and that you're sick. Don't open the door.

I'm sick. I'm sick. -You're sick how, Emil?

I'm just sick. Just go. -I need to see how you're feeling.

No, just leave. -I won't leave.

Shit.

Hello. I'll take care of Emil today. -Okay.

I'll come tomorrow and check. -Okay. Good.

Good. -Bye.

Good.

Did he say anything when he left it? -Who?

The neighbor who lives over there, the one with the pump.

What? -It was broken.

Again?

I'll ask him. -It's the second time.

I'll ask him later.

When are you going again? -In two weeks.

We're manning a roadblock on the road to Mosul.

Do you have to? Can't you speak to Omar to see if you could rest-

Pervin. You think I'm weak?

You don't think I can take war?

No, it's not that. I don't want you to kill more people.

Do you want to? -Why wouldn't I want to?

There's no question. We'll kill them here, we'll kill them in Sweden.

They will fear Allah. They must know that you don't turn your back on him.

They'll be scared to go on a plane. They'll never feel safe on their streets.

Husam, this is the last roll.

Look, it's Mum! I'll get some tomorrow. I promise.

Look, it's Mum. She wants toilet paper...

Hello. Listen, he's talking about airplanes.

They're thinking of attacking airplanes.

How?

I don't know, he just said that.

Okay, thanks, Pervin. You're really courageous.

You're great.

Would you like to continue helping me? -Yes.

Okay, good. Good, then I'll help you come home.

Do you promise? -Yes, I promise.

But I'll need more proof from you. -Okay. Thanks, Eva.

Okay.

Pervin! You must change her nappy.

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