Made in France Page #5

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God's will.

Because you think Allah's will is to kill

children?

Who are you to tell what he wants or not?

Maybe you know?

Can we know how?

You don't even speak Arabic.

You're going to obey me.

No. He's right, I'm goint to talk to our

leaders right away.

But they don't want to talk to you.

Pitch them at least.

Hassan? Why not?

No.

Then I quit.

Driss? Driss, my brother wait.

Stop it!!

Don't kill him.

Let him go.

Can I get the keys please?

Thanks.

I don't know about you, but I need

to drink.

If you like.

After you.

You sure?

Yeah.

I'll come to believe you're better than me.

No, I'm sorry but you're drinking with me.

Don't be afraid my brother.

Allah will forgive all of this.

Take it.

Thanks.

One day you get home covered in blood.

The next day you have marks on your neck

and hands.

I'm not blind.

You can talk to me.

I understand you want to make a difference.

What do you mean?

I love you and I share your worldview.

I don't like what I see around me neither.

And I think this society is unfair

and unholy.

You're not alone.

Talk to me.

I love you too.

You're my husband. My place is

by your side.

I understand you want to go on jihad.

I didn't think you'd understand.

I was afraid to lose you.

That's why I didn't tell you anything.

Tell me. I need to know.

Tell me.

Yes.

Tell me about them.

Who?

I don't know...

Your leaders. Those who are guiding you.

Tell me.

What do you think of Sam?

What about him?

Answer me.

I barely know him.

Tonight he saved my life.

May Allah watch over you.

What's the matter?

Why are you giving me that look?

What else did he tell you?

Who?

WHAT else did he tell you?

Hassan, you're hurting me.

You're hurting me.

What's happening?

You wanted to see my boss?

Let's go.

No, leave your phone.

Come on.

By the way, Sam, you left this at my place.

Thanks.

May I ask where we're heading?

There's been a change of plans.

What does that mean?

You will see, it'll be nice.

May peace be upon you.

Peace.

Is it ready?

In no time.

It's not for today.

Yes.

You could have told me.

I had to drive.

Hey, give other people some credit

my brother.

I am the one in charge.

Plus that's easy. I get there, I park,

I get out, I walk away.

When I'm sheltered, I call.

No way I'm making an error. I've only saved

one number.

I'd have gladly taken the camera though.

I need it, I've already told you that.

Come on, let's wait for them.

Youssef?

Good luck.

You're the first one to call me Youssef.

Thank you my brother. It means a lot.

Before introducing you to our leaders we

need to claim responsibility for the attack

We'll leave a message to declare it's only

the beginning.

All we need is you know, please.

Sit down.

Go ahead and talk.

What do you want me to say?

Whatever you want.

Who you are, where you come from,

why you choose Jihad.

Start with your out-of-work

graphic designer story.

That no longer eligible for benefits stuff.

I'm aware you're a cop.

Sit down.

My brother.

Do you know how I figured it out?

Too perfect.

If you were the one you pretend to be,

you wouldn't dare to find yourself alone

with another man's wife.

She has denied for a long time.

What did you do to her?

You need to know that in addition to

the date, we changed the target.

It will be your son's daycare.

This man works for French police.

I want you to watch closely what

will happen to him.

I want you to understand that you can't

stop us.

This is how we punish traitors.

Say your prayers.

Who's giving orders?

Who?!

Give me their name.

You went to Pakistan.

I know you went there. You saw them.

You moron!

I didn't find them.

No leader, no reception.

It's just me.

Get out of here!

Get on the ground!

Get on the ground!

Get on the ground!

Yes? I'm there.

Her too.

I wrap her in a shroud like the kid

in the forest.

I'll call you back. Yeah.

My name is Sam El Khansouri.

I was born in Paris in 1984

in a working-class family

of an Algerian father and a French mother.

I am a journalist

and I infiltrated six months ago a

four-men jihadist cell in the Paris suburbs

By living alongside them, I got interested

and have grown fond of them

sometimes to the point of feeling

truly like their brothers.

They dragged me into a dreadful spiral of

violence which I'm the only one who made it

The bullet that was to hit

directly into my heart

was deflected by the binding of my Quran

offered by my father when I was a kid.

I hope that this investigation will also

contribute to convey what he tought me.

Faith should never pushes us

towards darknes.

It should instead make us

love and respect life.

So? What do you think?

It will be very good.

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