All language subtitles for debdebo

Praise be to Allah,
God of the universe.

Peace be upon Prophet Mohammad,
His people and His friends.

Today we slit the throats of Bashar
Assad's soldiers in Al-Nasiriyah.

And tomorrow we kill
the soldiers from the west

who support Bashar Assad
in Al-Nasiriyah.

- Takbir.
- Allahu Akbar.

Hello.

- How are you?
- Fine.

Hello?

Yes, that's me.

The water started running...

- The water started running...
- Mrs Zhao?

Nassim, can you come with me?

Pack your things up.
We'll do this later.

Eyes on your own piece of paper,
guys. Let's carry on.

... down the walls.

Mum?

What's the matter?

The oldest son of the family,
Kamal Wasaki,

is a repeat offender
from Molenbeek in Brussels.

He disappeared several months ago

following the discovery of drugs
in the family garage,

which he ran.

Known as DJ KAWAS,
he's a local celebrity.

He reappeared in Syria last autumn,
as an aid worker.

He appears in this ISIS video

in which Assad's soldiers
are executed in cold blood.

It has been decided not to show
the video in full

because of its shocking nature.

He said he was going to do
GOOD things!

I know.

Check out this link.

Today we slit the throats of Bashar
Assad's soldiers in Al-Nasiriyah.

And tomorrow we kill
the soldiers from the west

who support Bashar Assad
in Al-Nasiriyah.

- Takbir.
- Allahu Akbar.

There is danger all around

Even if no one sees it

When it becomes obvious

It is difficult to prevent

Take it easy, take it easy.
We're going to help you.

Hurry, hurry.

An ambulance!

Over there.

He's still alive.
He's alive, he's alive.

A doctor.
He's still alive. He's alive.

Can you hear me, sweetheart?
What's your name, child?

- Why is he putting music on?
- We have no anaesthetic.

- I hope he makes it.
- I hope so too.

I am 'K', double 'K'
In the streets doing wheelies

Pitch-black visor
My bro' can't see my dealings

We're the kings of Brussels
With lots of cash from profit

All we dig is Brussels
Chicks get a ride, got it?

Life has meaning
Your fate you are defining

You spend your life designing
I spend mine deciding

Good morning, class.

Get out your... Ahmed, everything OK?

Thanks be to Allah!

Quiet, please.

- You're cheating.
- What?

You're doing it the other
way round. You're cheating.

- That's cool!
- Sure is!

- It's awesome.
- What's that? Dude!

- Hi, Nassim. How are you?
- Hi, Nassim. Hello.

Good-looking guy!

How are you, Nassim?
How's things?

- How are you? Is your mum OK?
- Yeah.

And Kamal?

- Any news about him?
- No.

Hey, want to go for a ride
with your girlfriend?

Come on then, let's go.

This is awesome!

Allah is great.

Allah is great.

- When can I be in one of your
videos? - You want to be in one?

- Can you rap, small fry?
- Yes, I can rap.

This I have to see.
Shall we see what he can do?

- Show us what you can do.
- Are you sure?

- Very sure. Yeah.
- OK.

I am Nass, give me a pass
Or you I'll smash, I am the best

You're my bro, a big tough guy
That I know, but I'm the best

Boom! Boom! There you go, arsehole.

See? That was almost perfect.

Why did you say arsehole
at the end?

- Why is it always vulgar?
- Street cred.

I'll give you street cred.
When can I be in a video?

- You want to freestyle with us?
- Why not?

- I am Leila.
- I make chicken tagine for ya.

Terror reigns in Syria today.

A senior UN official had
strong words to say this week.

He estimates that 11,000 people
have been tortured

and starved to death,
something never seen before.

Hey, bros,
the emir isn't picking up.

Now what?

Fuck, Assad.

Fuck, Madrid.

Fuck, Barcelona.

Fuck, Ronaldo.

Fuck, Messi.

- Fuck you, Hamza.
- No, fuck you.

Hurry!

No, not that. Diapers! Gauze! Gauze!
They're over there. Bring them here.

Found them.

Everyone this way. Quickly.

This way. This way.

Majlis Ashura?

- Where are you from?
- Nigeria.

- Syria.
- Turkey.

Belgium.

Belgium?

Come here.

So you're a little Belgian?

Your emir has sworn allegiance to
Abu Bakar Al Baghdadi.

- Who?
- Dawla Islamiya.

You're all with Islamic State now.

Pack up your stuff.
You're coming with us.

That's ours, that belongs to us.
It belongs to our people.

Stop that right now.
I won't let you leave here, I swear.

Hamza is right.

Don't come back,
you've taken all there is.

Hamza...

Barak Obama confirmed there
will be a response...

- Salaam Alaikum.
- Alaikum Salaam.

We can't accept a world where women,
children and innocent civilians

are gassed on such a terrible scale.

In Syria the speeches of Western
leaders who are helping...

Everyone's ordering before me.

Chef, no olives, please.

- I didn't like it much last time.
- This will be with samurai sauce.

- It's always a problem.
- That's the old man talking.

While in the country the army loyal
to the Syrian president accuses

the rebels and the media of lying
about its role in events

and denies involvement in
the chemical...

I'm here to eat
Not watch the news

Reported by overpaid clowns

Coming up next
Nice weather ahead

Cousin, add a bit more,
maybe I will like it.

Amateur footage of the bombing

affected people
throughout the world.

Given the emotions aroused
in the international community,

an attack seems to be
increasingly likely.

The question is where and when.

I take back what I said

Why do I see those oxygen masks?
Mothers suffocating on the sidewalk

A kid lifeless on the ground
in the skirmish

Fucking hell, I'm so embarrassed

I want to hop on my ride
And shoot the place up

Nobody move, I am horrified

There's smoke all around
My meat will burn with the rest

I'm there on the battlefield
3,222 kilometres away

The government does nothing
Just pester those with no jobs

Squeezing our drivers dry
Sending help is what they won't do

Bashar the cursed
Even Voldemort applauds you

Killing kids is just what you do
My blood boils when that's what I see

There are angels in heaven
Who protect Ghouta from these fiends

Dude, I'm screaming shut your trap
Hear the words of this real man

The scumbags fire the gas
You stop breathing, they tase you

Known for their mass killing
The system used by our cops

Pray in peace we can't do
We're stopped and searched at 13

Is it surprising
we smoke weed?

Take up arms and abandon
the ones I hold dear

Sorry, Mum
At dawn I'll be gone

Lullaby, get out of my head

I need to hear
the words of Allah instead

Turn off the TV! Give me my shish
The mood is so heavy now

They're happy as the body count rises
Then ratings also rise too

All I see here is the smoke
Just the shishas and the freeloaders

Don't be surprised if we leave
These dogs won't dictate to me

So I'll go
Look at the dead who left for Ghouta

You don't give a shit
It's far away and won't affect you

I want to help all my brothers
'Cause the injustice is real

They shoot at the unarmed
Kill those who oppose and wake up

From their dream
This wasn't the life they imagined

We will be judged for doing nothing
Despite seeing it all

The West just pisses on us
No worries, though, it's fine

You just like our sweet pastries

Chebakia with poison
You fucking son of a bitch

Your little brother is here.
Go and see.

What's this?
What are you doing here?

Said he was my brother, arsehole.
- I've told you not to talk like that.

- What are you doing here all alone?
- Got a problem with it?

Everybody says I'm a child,
it pisses me off!

- Nassim, you are a child.
- I'm not!

You just thought: I'll go to the club
and the doorman will just let me in?

Yeah, sure. Yeah.

That's because you're my brother.

Hey guys! Look who came to visit.
The maestro himself.

My little brother. Pitchi, give me
a helmet. The smallest one.

I'll take this kid home.
See you guys soon. Have a good night.

- Say goodbye.
- Goodbye!

- Goodbye, Nassim.
- You're naughty.

- Fuck!
- Stop. Police!

Stay down. Stay down.

- The passenger.
- Hands where we can see them.

- There's a child on the ground.
- Police, stop!

- Stop.
- Stop, police!

It's a kid.

Don't move. Don't move.

Positive.

POLICE
SEALED - DO NOT ENTER

Come on.

Kamal.

You alright? Show me.

- Doesn't hurt too much?
- Go to your room, Nassim.

- Mum.
- Go to your room.

I need to talk to your brother.

You're my son. I love you.

But you're no longer welcome here.

You've decided to
throw your life away?

Fine. Go ahead.

I won't hold you back anymore.

But you're not taking your brother
with you.

I won't let you do that.

Now go and say goodbye to him,
then get out of my house.

You should take this.

- For the garage.
- You can keep your dirty money!

One day, you'll be proud of me.

You'll see me in a different way.

I promise you.

I look forward to that day, Kamal.

Kid...

Are you alright?

- I'm sorry.
- Sorry for what?

For the accident. And especially for
leaving you with those fucking cops.

Doesn't matter.
I would've run off too.

You traitor.
You little traitor!

Before, there was Dad

and then there was me.

Now you're the man of the house.

It's your job to take care of Mum.

Why do you say that?

- I'm going away for a while, bro.
- Where to?

No. No, please. Stay with me and Mum.

- Stay.
- Don't worry, don't worry.

Don't worry.

Come here!

One day, you'll understand,
Allah willing.

One mistake
And your heart grows dark

With no light in your soul

You could not feel what you should

- Al-Almani!
- Welcome to Raqqa! Salaam Alaikum!

Salaam Alaikum!

- Dear family from Raqqa.
- This is our place! Allahu Akbar.

Hello everybody.

Today, we ask for your support for
the Islamic State in Iraq and Syria.

It will endure forever despite
hypocrites and those who are secular!

Lord, forgive us our sins and
excesses in our behaviour.

Make our feet firm and give us
victory over the disbelieving people.

Amen.

Caliphate soldiers, the time has come

For the Islamic State, we must fight

Our young troops do not fear war

Against an enemy who deserves
to be tortured

Our army's soldiers fight for Allah

Paradise is in the shadow of
the swords of jihad

- Takbir.
- Allahu Akbar.

- Allahu Akbar.
- Allahu Akbar.

- Allahu Akbar.
- Allahu Akbar.

- Takbir.
- Allahu Akbar.

Allahu Akbar.

If you are captured in combat,
detonate your explosive vest.

Next!

- Name?
- Kamal.

- Country?
- Belgium.

Passport?

Phone?

Read this.

- Better to capture than kill them.
- Next!

Why? Because it seems that
enemies' wounds...

I know how to shoot videos.
I can help the film crew.

I'm good at editing.
Filming... Photos.

That's not good.
We need to fix it.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Where are the cameras?

- Behind you.
- Thank you.

We have to make the most of the
cameras. Get it? Go on. Good luck.

Canon 7D. Don't forget the lenses.

- OK.
- Cool.

That's fine, Abu Bakr Al-Belgiki.

There is no god but Allah.
Mohammed is His Prophet.

Allahu Akbar.

If you do well,
we will see you in paradise, brother.

Is that OK? Let's go. Follow me.

Come on.

Stay with me the whole time, OK?

Over there.

Film that.

Show me the map.

The first group will leave
heading north

and two minutes later the second
group will join them heading west.

Now, get ready.

Hey, Belgiki. Belgiki. Belgiki. Hey.

- Is the drone ready?
- Yes, it's ready.

If it doesn't explode,
blow it up yourself.

- Understand?
- Yes, fine.

I want the video to look good.

Give me the Tramadol.
- Give me the money first.

Thanks.

No. Don't film that, OK?
Is that clear? Come on.

The cars.

- This battle is crucial.
- Get ready.

We are right. They are wrong.

Those are the gates to paradise.

Check all the doors,
one by one.

If there are any injured,
bring them back.

- Allahu Akbar.
- Allahu Akbar.

First battalion, attack!

Allahu Akbar.

Allahu Akbar.

- Allahu Akbar.
- Allahu Akbar.

Go for it, brothers,
in the name of Allah!

To jihad!

What the fuck are you doing?
Are you crazy?

- You shot our men!
- Sorry.

Belgiki, come with me.

Follow me. Follow me. And film!

Do you hear me? Film everything.

Let's go.

Follow me.

Abu Amar!

Get up. Get up.

Bring him over here.

Thank you, brother.
You saved my life.

Show me. Show me what you've got.

- Salaam.
- Salaam.

Wait. In the name of Allah.
1, 2, 3...

OK.

Hey, brother.
Did you drive it into a grenade, bro?

I can't perform miracles, you know.
I'm only human.

Look at this.
This is ridiculous.

- Belgium?
- Yes. Antwerp.

You?

- Molenbeek, Brussels.
- Crazy warriors in Molenbeek.

There are a few minor issues with it.
No coolant left.

I think the battery is dead
and the clutch has gone too.

- What's your name?
- Abu Bakr Al-Belgiki.

No, not your honorific name.
The name your mother gave you.

- Kamal.
- What?

- Kamal Wasaki.
- Kamal Wasaki.

Like Kawasaki.

You seem to know your bikes.

My Kawasaki.

Can you repair it?

Allah willing, if He wants me to.

What's up, bro?

I saw a man get shot in the head. Got
his fucking brains all over my face.

So?
What did you expect?

Better to go quickly to heaven
than slowly to hell, brother.

I'm Olivier and I lost my son
at the end of 2012.

He left with Sami,
Veronique's son.

Unfortunately,
he died a few months later.

There you go.
That's why we're all here.

My name is Leisa.
I also have a son who left in 2012.

He was 19 years old.

That's when I met Saliha,
who shares my sorrow.

We talk, we try to survive.

That's all.

They never found his body.
We don't know where he died.

He left three children behind
over there.

That's how it is.

Belgian!

Get in!

Don't be afraid.
I've got a present for you.

Come on, get in.

Let's go!

- Let's go, infidels!
- Infidels!

Move, move! Move along.

Get up there.
Get up there. There.

Where is she, the Sunnite?
Bring me the Sunnite!

- Look at this.
- You'll see.

- Is she here?
- Yes, there.

Bring her here.

Is there a Sunni girl here?
Where is the Sunni girl?

Come with me, come forward.

Go on!

The photograph.

Oh my God!

Look, look!

See the others over there?
They're Yazidis, infidels.

Have to be violated 12 times
before they're converted.

But that one is a Muslim.
And she's still a virgin.

She's yours, brother.
Touch her.

- How much?
- 5,000.

- 3,000.
- No. Give me 4,000.

Look, your future wife.
Touch her.

4,200, final offer.

Follow your husband.

Just look at this mansion!

Put him upstairs.

- I'll show you the crime scene.
- OK.

See how those bastards lived?
Not bad, eh?

We're going to be fine now.

Look at this chandelier.
The first time I saw it,

I got a massive hard-on.

Here you go, your new room.
Make yourself at home.

Come here.

- What's this?
- Viagra.

Tell me if you need anything else. We
have everything. Coke, XTC, speed...

Just come and find me and ask.
Alright?

- Good. Have fun.
- OK.

Take it easy.
I just want the pillow.

The pillow.

I... I will sleep there.

You can sleep in the bed.

They call me Abu Bakr Al-Belgiki.

Because I'm from Belgium.

Where are you from?

Dammit.

My real name is Kamal.

Kamal Wasaki.

And you? What's your name?

Tell me your name, please.

Noor.

Noor.

Are you afraid of me?
I'm not going to hurt you. I swear.

I swear.

What we were

What we have become

Our destinies have been linked

So unexpectedly without our knowledge

Look at these talented boys,
just as Allah willed it.

- Why aren't you playing?
- Don't feel like it.

I heard you're quite good.

That's what he told me...
your brother.

You're Nassim, right?

My name is Idriss.

You know Kamal?

- Of course. We're all proud of him.
- Proud of what?

Come here and I'll tell you.

- I speak to Kamal all the time.
- Really?

Where is he?

I'm not sure exactly. He moves around
a lot. There's a war on there.

- Can I talk to him?
- You've got lots of questions, eh?

That's only normal. It's normal.

Salaam.

I have to go. We'll chat again
another time, OK?

Don't let anybody tell you otherwise,
your brother is a hero.

May al-Ha'ir prison
collapse completely

Its foundations and buildings
crumble to the ground

Inside are people who will no longer
break open its doors

The prison of tyranny oppresses me

I need help, oh my brave leader

Attack like you did in Taji

And the prison of Abu Grahib
Our hero and commander

I want to go to the Levant
to fight the Alawites

And bring their regime down

Be in Islamic State, leave the reign
of the House of Saud in Saudi Arabia

I want to go to the Levant
to fight the Alawites

And bring their regime down

Do you like it?

I painted it specially for you.

- Reminds me of my Ninja.
- Really?

Yeah, in Brussels I only rode Kawas!
ZX10, Z1400...

ZDX-L, ZDX-12R, blah blah blah.

- Two or four cylinders?
- Four, of course.

- Acceleration?
- 0 to 100 in 2.8 seconds.

- OK, OK.
- Top speed?

299, like a high-speed train.
A Japanese high-speed train.

You know your horses well.

Those horses have to gallop,
eh warrior?

They'll break your fingers, I swear.

- Eh?
- Don't be smart.

You like smoking cigarettes?
So smoke.

It's not what you think.

You haven't got a cigarette?

- They'll break my fingers.
- That's true.

Mustn't tempt the Devil.
I stopped sixteen months ago.

Thanks be to Allah.

You haven't got a cigarette?

Noor?

Noor?

Noor?

Sorry.

They want you to help
at the hospital.

Hey! Gloves! Put your gloves back on.

I need to disinfect my hands
to help the girl.

She's my wife, she's with me.

- Tell your wife to put gloves on.
- OK.

What can I do?

What's the point of coming here?
I can't do much.

Listen, listen.
Tell me what to do, OK?

I'll be your hands. Tell me
what I have to do and I'll do it.

Disinfect your hands.

Cut!

- Where?
- Cut her trousers, here!

Disinfect the wound.

Around the wound.

You're going to be fine, sweetie.

Put the needle in here.

Slowly.

Hold this.

From this side to that side.
Like this. Back and forth.

Your first cry

My greatest joy

Since your first steps

My blessing is being around you

With you, standing by your side

Your laughter and your sorrow

Now I do not know your desires

Nor your dreams or your wishes

I don't know and I'm afraid...

So you're a doctor.
And a Sunni, right?

Why were you at the slave market?

That is not the law.

Law?

What law are you talking about?

Do these monsters know the law?

You should explain that law
to the Yazidis.

They don't understand the law
like you do.

They sold me to punish me.

I was sold.

I was recording.

All the evil that they were doing.

They took me.

My entire family was executed.

May Allah bless them.

I'm sorry for what they did to you.

And to your family.

- You're one of them.
- No. You don't know me.

- I'm just filming here.
- You're filming atrocities.

Murders for their propaganda.

Shame on you.

You're a coward.

I'm just trying to survive.
Like you.

Hind, where are you?

Oh, it's you, Nassim.

We're off to get something to eat.
Want to come?

Where are you going?

If you had to choose between

eating a sheep's brain or its balls,
which would you choose?

- Its brain, of course.
- No.

Are you kidding?
Nassim, what would you choose?

- The brain.
- There you go. The brain. Of course.

- Hello, madam. Vegetables?
- Yes, please.

Do you want some couscous, sir?

- Vegetables? Nassim, give him some.
- The bottle of water.

- Some more?
- There you go.

Here you go. And remember, we are
doing this for the community, sir.

Here you go.

Isn't it dangerous to smoke
near all these bombs?

Don't think about it.

If you got hold of cigarettes,
maybe you could get passports too?

Are you being serious?

It's very dangerous
to ask for a passport.

I want to leave. It's simple.

Kamal, who doesn't want to
leave here? Patience, brother.

I could shoot myself in the leg
so I don't have to fight.

That's dumb, don't do it. Injured
fighters have to drive suicide cars.

So what about you then?

Two bullets.
I'm shitting in a bag for now.

Thanks be to Allah for my talent
for repairing motorbikes.

Kawasaki, Kawasaki.

Suppose I did arrange passports?

You'd still have to go
through checkpoints

to reach Tell Abyad and the YPG.

Do you know that or not?

Do you want to go for a walk?

Where?

To somewhere in Raqqa?
Show me your city.

Can I choose?

Yeah.

My roots are in Morocco.

Have you been to Morocco?

- Yes.
- Yes? And?

Nice.

Nice, that's all?

Morocco is the best country
in the world.

So why didn't you stay there?

My father is from Safi.

My mother is from Tanger.

My mother makes the best tagine
with plums and meat.

- Have you got brothers and sisters?
- A brother. Nassim, younger than me.

He's 12 years old.

When he was a child...
He couldn't read and I gave him...

Harissa. You know what harissa is?
And I told him it was toothpaste.

That's mean.

It was a joke. He's my little
brother, I can have a joke with him.

But I didn't expect him
to do it for real, you know?

I felt guilty, I swear.

I miss him.

Syrian is very different
from Moroccan dialect.

It's not the same language.

How do you say, for example, tea?

- Shai.
- Shai.

Would you like some tea?
Atay... Atay...

- Shai.
- Shai.

How do you say this?

- Kalbi.
- Kalbi.

Do you know how we say it
in Moroccan dialect? Kalbi.

- It's the same.
- It's the same?

Yes.

Nobody here. Take it off.
Trust me. Just take it off.

You need to hear "chack".

First... and slowly...

And then second...

Like when you drive a car.

Your eyes are your brain.
Your brain is your hands. Understand?

- Yeah...
- Yeah?

Now you drive.

Trust yourself. I trust you.

OK, you've got this.

Slowly, slowly. Yes.
Like that. Yes!

Fix on a point.

Your eyes are your brain.
Your brain is your hands.

OK? Say "bismillah".

- Bismillah.
- Come on.

Slowly. Yes. Yes. Yes.
Slowly, yes. Yes, yes.

Slowly, slowly!
OK, OK.

Yes, yes. Again, again.

Slowly, slowly.

What is this?

You dog!

- This music is porn for the ears.
- It's my livelihood!

Go on.

- Please.
- Be quiet.

- No, no.
- Smash it all.

Please, don't kill me.
I'm not an infidel.

Shut up.

Look at the fucking crap
he had hidden.

They're not mine, I swear.
I don't know whose they are.

Shoot him right now.

- No, no, in the name of Allah.
- Have mercy!

We have orders. Don't shoot.
We have to bring him in.

- What the fuck is your problem?
- Don't shoot. We have orders.

That's all we have.

Fucking arsehole!
You're crazy!

I think you're a faggot.
Throw him from a rooftop.

Come on.

- To resist, we must remain united
- United

I heard there was a problem?

I was just following the rules.
- Yes. You did well.

But above all,
always keep the faith...

Look, do you notice anything?

No.

They're black, Brazilian,
Chechen, Turkish...

All brothers.

This brotherhood is our strength.

That's why you must act strong
in front of your brothers.

Do you understand what I'm saying?
You can't look weak.

Never.

Thanks be to Allah.

Peace be upon Prophet Mohammad,
His people and His friends.

Today we slit the throats of Bashar
Assad's soldiers in Al-Nasiriyah.

And tomorrow we kill
the soldiers from the west

who support Bashar Assad
in Al-Nasiriyah.

- Takbir.
- Allahu Akbar.

Beautiful, great work!

All fire at the same time.

And you, listen to me carefully.

When you talk about
the army from the west,

- look at the camera.
- OK.

Over there.
Understood? Alright, let's go.

Move that over there.
Just a bit, just a bit.

Great.
Install the dolly, quickly!

- What's that?
- Come on!

- Camera there!
- We haven't much time.

Put it over there.

- How's it going?
- Very well.

- Come with me.
- It's ready.

- You gave them tramadol?
- Don't worry, they're fine.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

Show me.

Closer.

Very good.

Let's change the programme.

It will be a big day for you.

- A big day?
- Yes.

Abduallah, remove
the third one in the line, please.

Him. Come on.

Him?

Go on.

You will put his uniform on
and take his place.

- What?
- Don't you get it?

You're going to be in this video.

Either as executioner or
condemned man, you can choose.

Look, he's in the frame too much,
tell him to back off.

- Him?
- Yes. Move him back.

You with the boom, move!

Go on, go on.

And... action.

In the name of Allah the Merciful.

Praise be to Allah,
Lord of the Universe.

May prayers and peace be upon
our prophet Mohammad,

His people and His friends.

Today we slit the throats of Bashar
Assad's soldiers in Al-Nasiriyah.

And tomorrow we kill
the soldiers from the west

who support Bashar Assad
in Al-Nasiriyah.

- Takbir!
- Allahu Akbar!

For you and me and for humanity

Like yesterday,
every day a destiny is decided

The soldiers that support you
will be...

Did you see that woman?

Her son left for Syria.

He took my computer.

He'll give it back to you.

Here. This is for you.

Thanks.

Brother Kamal,
I've got something to ask you.

See my friend here?

Abu Nasser, from France. He has been
at the front, he fought heroically.

- My respect, my friend.
- Thank you.

Are you OK?

Al hamdullah, thank you.

And that is why he'd like to buy
your wife off you.

- No, that's not possible.
- Why not?

She's my wife.
It's against the law, sharia.

I understand that but
we'll compensate you extremely well.

You can buy your wife back the day
after. Come on, bro. Look at him.

Sorry, I can't do it.

Abu Nasser will return to the front
next week. As a martyr this time.

You should do this for him.
Brother, please?

Allah bless him, but it's impossible.

- Allah be with you.
- Allah bless you.

What was it like growing up without
your dad? Can't have been easy.

It was OK.
He died when I was three.

He's not really dead, you know.

He's in paradise.

You'll see him again there.

I guess.

Paradise is a magnificent place,
Nassim. A great place.

It's like Allah said,

it is what He promised us.
The land that belongs to us.

There will be gardens and streams
as far as the eye can see.

It's really beautiful there.
You can't imagine.

Do you know what this is?

- It's the key to paradise.
- Yeah, right.

I'm serious, Nassim.

It's the key to paradise. And
I want you to hold on to it for me.

Keep it safe.

You see, Nassim.
This life we lead on earth...

It is of no value.

It's just a path...
a gateway to paradise.

If you make the right choice,
like Kamal did.

Noor?

Noor?

Suffering

Silently

Nobody cares

Who decided

I have to give up my rights?

Saw my dignity disappear

Didn't see where my freedom went

Don't know where my rights were
disposed of

I am wronged, I still endure and why?

Afraid and hiding my fear

I kept quiet though I was in pain

Overnight what have I become?
And how?

Eyes do not dry up

Body bleeds from its wounds

Soul, how can you still be forgiving?

Destroyed country

Homeless people

I'm screaming

My name, my body

My thoughts, my honour

You took everything from me

You didn't leave me anything
Let me go my way

Islam is a religion of love,
of respect, tolerance and fraternity

and not a religion of hate,
intolerance and fanaticism.

Despite that, brothers and sisters
among us succumb to this excess.

Good people can commit terrible sins.

And bad people...

Apologize to Allah!

You're talking bullshit!
That is not Islam!

You will burn in hell!

Calm down, it's alright, sit down.

- Sit down, brothers.
- What's going on?

Sit down, everything is fine.
Thanks be to Allah.

How's things? Fine?
Feeling better?

I'm OK. How about you?
What was that, what did he want?

Don't be scared. These people...

May Allah protect them.

Hind!

- Want to hang out this weekend?
- Yeah, why not?

No, this weekend won't be possible.
It's your uncle's wedding.

- But not all weekend?
- Come on.

Bye, Leila. Yusuf.

- Do you know them?
- No.

I don't want you to talk to them
at the mosque, OK?

Come on.

Pass it!

- But why can't I play?
- We're not playing with you.

Why?

- Get lost!
- He pushed me!

You did that on purpose, arsehole.
You're an arsehole.

Calm down! Stop it!

Come on! Come here!

Stop it. Calm down!

- Did you see what he did?
- Forget it. He's an arsehole.

- Leave him alone!
- Did you see?

You're brother is
a fucking terrorist.

Stop it. Calm down, stop it.
There's no point.

Hey, hey, hey, guys. Guys.

Nassim. Nassim, come with me.

- Stop, stop.
- Dickhead! Bitch!

No, no, no, no.
We have to go.

Papers, ID?

What's your reason for going there?

My wife has breast cancer,
they can't treat her here.

OK, they can go through.

Hello?

Go ahead, you can pass.

Go on, you can pass.
Remove the spikes.

Stop them, stop that bike!

- I can't drive.
- What are you doing?

- I can't drive.
- You're crazy!

Kamal!

Kamal, don't stop!

You can drive. You have to go.
You have to go.

- Kamal, get on!
- Go! I can't drive.

- Kamal, no!
- Go!

Go! Go!

Go!

Go!

- You can't escape.
- Surrender now!

Careful.
I'll follow you on the left.

Go on, reload.

- Go on, shoot, shoot, shoot.
- Oh, wait.

- Fucking infidels.
- Yeah!

See, I told you.

It's like your mum.
She watches the news on TV too.

She knows. But what does she do
to change things?

- Nothing.
- Exactly, nothing.

- Watch out.
- Fuck, sniper!

Wow, look at that.
You saved my life.

You have to understand,
Western media

are focusing on purpose
on what we're doing wrong,

but behind their lies
is the truth.

And the truth is

Kamal didn't kill anyone.

He executed someone. One of
Assad's soldiers. A huge difference.

Do you know what those soldiers,
those cowards did?

The arseholes attacked a Muslim town
in the middle of the night.

They shot all the men, took
all the women, all the young girls

and raped them all one by one,
brother.

While the others were watching.

Can you imagine?

Imagine that happening
to someone you love?

A sister or your own mother, Nassim.

How would you have reacted?

My brother, Abu Bakr the Belgian,
what is this bullshit?

You really disappoint me.

Go on!

Today you will die by my hands!
I swear.

Carry on.

I swear I will bury you here today.

Allah is great.

Oh fuck, piss off.

Watch out.

- Who are you talking to so early?
- Hind.

- Hind? At this time in the morning?
- Yeah.

Put your Playstation away and come
and have breakfast. I'm off to work.

I want your teacher to call me
every day when you get to school.

No, Mum, that sucks.

Would you rather I come and see
for myself? Which sucks the most?

Leave the Playstation alone
and come and have breakfast.

Shit.

You know your problem?
You're like them.

- Don't know the real story.
- What real story?

Islamic State aren't the bad guys.
What they say on TV is rubbish.

- What you're saying is rubbish.
- It's the truth!

They set up schools,
hospitals, give money...

- Then it's alright to kill people?
- But they kill our people too!

Our people?
Who told you that? Idriss?

You shouldn't hang out with them.
They've got a screw loose.

That video is gross.
You saw it, didn't you?

You don't know the real story!
How many times must I say?

What real story?
Your brother killed someone.

- Fuck you.
- Whatever.

- Block it. Block it.
- That's it, come on.

Block it, I said.
Change, change, come on!

Good, my friends, good.

Hi, little brother.
Have you still got that key?

Sure. Right here.

There, I knew it.

I knew I could count on you,
trust you. Like your brother.

- I spoke to him recently.
- What did he say?

He talks about you a lot.
He wants to see you.

He'd like you to join him there.

- He really said that?
- Yes, brother.

- I arranged a Skype call with him.
- Really?

- Of course, next week.
- Isn't that your mum over there?

Oh shit. Fuck.

Nassim, what are you doing here?

We gave clothes and food to the poor.
- Great. But you didn't go to school.

It's true. Each week we organise...

I didn't ask you anything,
I'm talking to my son. OK?

- Come with me.
- Listen to your mother, Nassim.

He doesn't need your permission.

I know.
Nassim makes his own choices.

Do you think I'm stupid?
I know what you're up to.

I'm not up to anything.
We were just talking.

Oh yeah? Talking? Talking about what
to my son? I'd be interested to know.

You think you're quite something.

Madam, with all due respect,
you don't know...

Leave my son alone. Next time,
I'm calling the cops. Understood?

Come on.

- Let go, I'm not a child anymore.
- Yes, you are. You're my child.

I told you not to talk to him.

There you go, go on. Jab, go on.
Up the pace, guys. Up the pace.

Nassim.

Nassim! Come back. I've not finished
talking to you. Nassim!

Can we talk?

Nassim.

I understand you're angry and sad
about your brother.

I am too, you know.

I...

I know I haven't been perfect either.
I made plenty of mistakes with him.

I don't want to make the same
mistakes with you. Do you understand?

D'you hear? D'you understand? I don't
want the same thing to happen to you.

Look at me.

Nassim, look at me.

Look at me.

Don't see this as difficult behaviour
but as committing to him.

Enter into a dialogue with him again.

What do you mean by
enter into a dialogue with him again?

I want to enter into a dialogue with
my son again but...

One son has already left.

Plus Nassim is a child.
We can't lock up a child.

I'm not asking you to
lock up my son. I'm asking...

what can you do for him
before it's too late?

It seems to me, and
I could be mistaken, that...

you want me to watch my son
become radicalised

while I try to enter into
a dialogue.

I don't understand. I'm asking you
to arrest the recruiter

who's brainwashing him.
That is what I'm asking.

The same goes for the recruiter. We
can't imprison him, there's no proof.

I understand, but...
I really think I might lose my child.

I don't recognise him anymore.

So, besides entering into a dialogue,
what else can I do?

That's why I'm here.

We're doing everything we can.
What do you think?

You want to know what I think?

I think you find it very convenient
that all those kids go to Syria.

That's what I think.

And it makes sense.
It means fewer Arabs to deal with.

But one day, some of them will return
and blow themselves up here.

What will you say then?

Allah willing, let me talk to Nassim,
I can try to help.

Nassim. Salaam Alaikum. How are you?

- What's he doing here?
- I invited Yusuf round for some tea.

You don't mind, do you?

Your mum says
you've been struggling.

You have lots of questions
you seek answers to. Is it true?

- No, it's not.
- Nassim, sit down, please.

I know it's hard to talk
about such a sensitive subject.

Can I go to my room now?

No, you will stay and
listen to Yusuf.

- I don't want to.
- Nassim. Stop it.

Leave him, I'll talk to him. Give
me a few minutes, please. Thank you.

You miss him, don't you?

- What?
- I can imagine you miss Kamal.

It must hurt, to see your brother
judged by people who don't know him.

Every day you wonder
what you should do. Don't you?

Maybe we should focus first
on the things we're sure of.

I'm 100% sure that your mother
loves you more than anything else.

- Do you believe that?
- I guess.

The Prophet forbids abandoning
one's own mother.

It's haram,
it's written in the Koran.

There once was a man
who came to the Prophet

and asked His permission
to take part in jihad.

"I want to take part in jihad
for Allah's cause."

And the Prophet asked him:
"Is your mother still alive?"

He said: "Yes, thanks be to Allah."

The Prophet replied: "Stay with her,
for paradise is beneath her feet."

Do you understand, Nassim? No jihad
is worth more than your mother.

- 25 euros.
- No, 15.

- 15? 20.
- 15. It's all I can afford.

- OK, 15.
- 15.

Maybe I'll take the other two too.
Give me a price for all three.

Do you like the black one, Nassim?
The black one is nice.

And the red one? Yeah?

Tonight 11p.m.
60 Le Lorrain Street

Nassim.

The key?

See? When I make a promise,
I keep it.

Come in.

Have a seat, Nassim.

Let's see if we have a connection...
There!

Kamal! Can you hear me?

How are you doing?
Are those bullets I can see?

Hello, little brother.

Are you injured?

I'm a soldier, it will heal.
Don't worry.

Are you fighting in the war?

I'm fighting the infidels and
the injustice they're committing.

I'm fighting for the good cause.
May Allah protect me.

I talked a lot about you Kamal, about
the noble fight you're fighting.

He told me
you're doing good things there.

I understand why you killed that man,
I know the real story now.

Kamal, if only you knew what you
represent for young people here.

For the hood, the cause.
You're important to us.

Especially to your brother here.
You're his hero.

Yes, really, Kamal.
I want to come and be with you.

Nassim.

How is Mum doing?

If you agree, I'll come.
Mum will understand.

- Are you sure?
- I want to be with you, Kamal.

No! No!

Go on. Go on.

Go on.

Nassim? Are you alright?

You're cold.

It will be alright.

Do you want me to sing you a song?
Like I used to?

Sing you to sleep?

Your first cry

My greatest joy

Since your first steps

My blessing is being around you

As I walk next to you

Your smile and your tears

Miss. Where is Hind?

Her parents asked for her
to be moved to another class.

Now I don't know your desires

Nor your dreams or your wishes

I don't know and I'm afraid

Of what you're hiding in your heart

Your youth is still to be lived
to the full

Before you spread your wings and fly

Nassim. Little brother.
How are you?

Ready to join the lions cubs
of the caliphate? Come on then.

- You're not coming?
- To each his task, little brother.

Mine is here.

Make me happy

I love you

I bless you and pray for you

Get up, get up!

Get up, coward!

Go on, move!

Watch.

Watch carefully!

- Allahu Akbar.
- No.

See love become affection

Know that hate becomes destruction

Yes, of course, madam.

He's a Belgian citizen, we have to
help you here at the ministry.

But you know that country is at war.

We don't have any diplomats
or armed forces there.

If he were in Iraq,
we could do something.

But in this case the situation
is complicated, I'm sorry.

I'm just ensuring you shower
for the party.

Show me your face.
Water, water, water.

- As you can see, it's just water.
- Get up!

- Come on. Water! Water!
- No!

Come on.

It's going to be alright. OK?

Have a nice trip, bro!

Go this way.

Kamal.

- Salaam Alaikum.
- Alaikum Salaam.

Sorry, brother.
I'm sorry.

You have to get out of here,
brother. Quickly, leave!

Don't say that, Al-Belgiki,
you're scaring him!

- Kamal.
- You're hurting him. Let him go.

Let him go!
- Get away from here.

It'll all be fine, Nassim.
You'll be fine.

Get away.

Don't worry, he was injured in a
battle. We'll take good care of him.

Don't you want a swim?
It's nice weather.

Kamal.

Heaven is our goal

Heaven is our destiny

Heaven is our dream of eternal life

Heaven is our goal

Heaven is our destiny

Heaven is our dream of eternal life

Oh righteous believer
I believe too

Strive, multiply your good deeds

- Allahu akbar!
- Allahu akbar!

If Allah wills it,
we will all go to paradise.

1, 2, 3. Don't stop, go on!

Go on!

Faster!

1, 2, 3.

Wake up! Everybody wake up!

Everybody outside!

You! And you! Outside, hurry!

Hurry!

Where is your gun?

Where is your gun?

Where?

You still haven't learned?
You still haven't learned?

- Islamic State!
- The best!

Ready?

Fire!

It is the road to paradise.
But not for the infidels.

- Islamic State!
- For life!

- Islamic State!
- For life!

- Islamic State!
- For life!

From a land with no mountains

To the mazes of the sands

You used to play with children

And dream of being a hero

A wind took away your dreams

They were just an illusion

Where did you go?

And what did you find?

Too long is your absence,
oh Nassim

Sweetheart, are you with me?

How are you? You're going to be okay.

What's your name?

Where are you from?

Belgium? France?

Why did you come here?

Where are we?

Tell Abyad, near the Turkish border.

Can I telephone someone?

- Telephone who?
- My mum.

The YPG has to question you first.

Please.

Keep it short.
And speak in Arabic.

Nassim?

What do you want from me?

You're the one who sent him out
there. You will help me get him back.

Things like that cost money.
A lot of money.

- How much?
- More than you have.

How much?

20,000.

20,000. Fuck.

You've never believed
all the bullshit you say.

- It's all about the money.
- You can always find someone else.

Yes.

It's in the hands of Allah, Leila

Go, and come safely back

All I want is to save my sons

Everyone wants, hopes

To enter paradise

I'm Belgian.

- I need to go there, to Syria.
- No, you can't.

- Please.
- No. You can't. Look, that's crazy.

- My son is there, I need to get him.
- It's too dangerous.

- Please. Come on.
- No, you can't. It's too dangerous.

- Please.
- No, no. Out of the question.

Still a long way to go

A goal hard to achieve

Fear is inevitable

You can only count on yourself

Still a long way to go

They will help you

Fear is inevitable

You can only count on yourself

He has left me

He has left such emptiness

Have I lost my baby boy?

Nomads in the night

Will they find the way?

How many victims?

How much blood shed?

Nomads in the night

Will they find the way?

How many victims?

How much blood shed?

What is this place?

- YPG.
- But this is not Tell Abyad.

YPG position will help you.

You were supposed to
take me to Tell Abyad.

- It's too dangerous.
- Hey, that wasn't the deal!

You were to take me to Tell Abyad.
I'm not leaving the car.

- They'll help you.
- I'm not leaving the car! Fuck!

Don't leave me here.

- Fuck you!
- Thank you.

Piece of shit.

- Hands in the air.
- OK!

- Hands in the air.
- Yeah yeah yeah yeah.

Hands in the air.

I need to go to Tell Abyad!

Comrade Chams! Comrade Chams!

This woman is looking for her son.

What is this woman
from the filthy Daesh saying?

I need to find my son.

- I want to talk to who's in charge.
- Quickly.

You understand?

I don't understand.
In English, please.

- Do you understand Arabic?
- A bit. In English?

- How come he was with Daesh?
- They took him.

- Took him?
- Yes.

- From Belgium?
- Yes.

He went with them.

He's just a child, OK?
He didn't know. He couldn't know.

You have to trust me.

Please. You have to help me.

Help me find him. I've nothing to
hide and nothing to lose anymore.

- I just want my child back.
- Lose?

Yeah.

Everybody loses here.
He lost his son, they all lost...

Listen...

I'm not leaving this place
without my son.

So you either kill me
or you're stuck with me.

Please.

Take a look. Nassim. He's 13.

Ain al-Arous. That village has been
under Daesh control for a week now.

As you can see, it's on the road
to Girê Spî / Tell Abyad.

And that way?

Assad, Russians,
Erdogan in the north...

Blocked everywhere.
It's the only road straight through.

- Let's do that.
- You're crazy.

You have to be patient.

You're fighters.
Or is that just propaganda?

The F-16s are about to
bomb Ain al-Arous.

Comrades! Go, go.
Hurry, hurry, hurry. Go.

Come on, come on. Go, go, go.

- Go. Go.
- We have to go now. This is it.

We should be clear now.
We'll be in Tell Abyad soon.

Contact.

Get out, get out.

Go! Go, go, go.

Excuse me, have you seen this child?
This child? Nassim.

- Maybe over there.
- There?

Excuse me, this child.
Have you seen him?

Have you seen this boy? Nassim?

BELGIUM

Nassim, can you tell me about
the training camp you were in?

Did those people hurt you?

Did they ask you to do
anything in particular?

Life has meaning
Your fate you are defining

You spend your life designing
I spend mine deciding

Look at our gang, buddy
At what has left us

300 km/hr down the highway
The fucking cops far behind us

Anyway we made some dough

Salaam Alaikum.

Is everything OK?

My bros are my family
400 blows on 400 hp

I call on them when in the shit...

Nassim!
There's someone here to see you!

Hi, Nassim.

Hi.

Oh look. There's Laetitia. Remember
her? She came by quite often.

- Laetitia! How are you?
- Hi!

- Where have you been? Are you well?
- Yes, I am.

I hardly recognized you with that
new haircut. Your mum looks nice, eh?

Please tell me.

Hi there.
It will soon be over. You'll see.

Hey. Are you OK?

Oh dear. What's wrong? Come here.

What's the matter?
You know you can talk to me.

What's on your mind, Nassim?
Tell me.

Nassim?

Do you remember when Pinocchio left
for Pleasure Island?

Yes.

And he thought he could do
whatever he liked with the children?

Yes.

Faster, faster. Come on.

- Go!
- Then they realise it's a trap.

Why is it a trap?

Nassim?

Why is it a trap?

They can't say or do anything.

Who can't say or do anything?

Nassim, who can't say
or do anything?

Kamal couldn't say or
do anything either.

Did you see Kamal there?

Nassim?

Did you see your brother there?

I couldn't say anything.

I couldn't say anything.

I couldn't say anything.

I couldn't say anything.

What did you do?
What did you do?

No!

No!

Paradise is waiting for me

There I will find peace

So here I come

Read this!

Never... Never...

My brother would never do
something like this. Never.

I know my brother better than you.
He would never do this.

He would never blow himself up!

Hit me, if you like
We're just cattle anyway

The stuff you put up your nose
Is far worse than our weed

Standing in line at the pharmacy
Awaiting your dose for free

You're just a gangster
All high and mighty

A few missiles more
A few dollars more

One thing's for sure
You'll burn hardest of all

Evil is behind your miscegenation

Your true face is a revelation
When you stare at our soldiers

They want to know how many guys
You've already slain

Those you brought over
And were never seen again

Whose family'll have
Nothing left of them at all

From the start
They lived in denial

You talk to me about my way of life?
Sure you don't mean your strife?

At the hospital
It's my wife doing the haute couture

Doctor of collateral damage
Of bad posture

When I'm gone
You will keep on

Hearing these words over and over

The identity crisis
That forms your conversations' basis

It's your fault our brothers leave
Once converted

I came here with a purpose
Deserted all my friends

Here they sniff lattes
All is haram but the lotto

For you, as far as I can tell
Gambling with women is easy

All for business
Attracting recruits even from Brazil

Your passport is taken
You stay anxiously

Until you believe in their fantasy

The damage is done
You won

It hurts
My kid brother had a joystick

And now a gun. That's your trick
Their heads are in a mess

Strangled by a suicide vest

And you, in a state of war,
You do nothing but spin more and more

Hunt the deer that's running still

I'm offside, I'm not playing
I have free will

No more butterflies
In our fucking stomach still

Knowledge is a weapon
But your magazine's empty, no refill

You shall not kill
Three times over in your face

No need to be a genius
To get the message

Teenage boys you abuse

Big brother's here for the remontada

Little Nassim aims
a Kalashnikov at ya

I missed the bus to Brussels
My mum waits for me there

But I swear, I'm not going
I'd end up in court

The judge doesn't get why I went

The one who imposed harsh sentences
For ripping necklaces off necks

Petty crimes
Nothing like what you're doing here

It is clear
He'd happily lock you away for years

There is no other judge
Than the Greatest of Judges

It's your fault
We live with those who prejudge us

I'm heading to the front
I'm not afraid to die

I touch my forehead to the ground
Knowing He is the most just