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Previously on "Tyrant"
And he's not my real father. Who was it?
This man you were so in love with.
(Leila) Bassam.
I'm going to run for president,
and try to finish what you started,
so our daughters won't have died for nothing.
(Nafisa) A year ago, they call
an election, we give it legitimacy.
At the end, they pull the rug from under our feet.
What's my alternative?
Sit out and let others decide the future of our country?
I announce my candidacy for President of Abuddin.
I wouldn't turn this country over to a cleric who wants
to bring us back to the Middle Ages,
or a journalist who ran away just when things got tough.
They have no idea what this job takes.
So, no more marriages for you?
I don't see how.
I would think you'd just point and choose.
(Molly) The man who killed my daughter is still alive.
He's breathing,
and you're just sitting there!
(Maloof) But it's a terrorist training camp.
Do we have the go-ahead?
(Molly) Yes.
(Ihab) "The American president of Abuddin"
has waged a holy war against Islam.
Now this is a war against the children of Islam.
(crying)
(Molly sobs) I killed them.
They made me into a murderer.
And she's still gone.
I'm so tired.
(kids shouting playfully)
(plane rumbling in distance)
(engine roaring)
(kids laughing) (shouting playfully)
(fliers flapping)
(children clamoring)
Mom!
That arrogant bastard.
Telling our people to evacuate.
Go back. (keyboard clicks)
The first take is better. (keyboard clicks)
(Ihab) We should close the border.
Keep them from leaving.
Center the graphic.
The border is a hundred miles long.
Full of holes.
It'd be a waste of energy. This...
gets us an army.
Show him.
(man over video) Abuddinian airstrikes have killed
- our brothers, our sisters, - (woman crying over video)
our sons and daughters.
They have begun their slaughter.
But now we will begin ours.
Rise up against the American tyrant.
The American has already lit the fire inside Abuddin.
This is the fuel.
(over video) ...take a brick, take a knife, take your car,
and kill the infidel in the street.
(remoter clicks)
There's no way to take this down?
(Maloof) We closed the Twitter account
that initially posted it,
but it's already been hosted by a dozen third-party Web sites.
We can't trace it?
They covered their tracks.
The thing's working, too.
Three attacks in the last two days on police in Ma'an.
Two close calls at the university.
Conservative, Islamist students radicalized by this shit.
These guys are real pros.
(gunshots)
Kill them all. Kill them all!
One by one.
From the Truth and Dignity Commission.
It's a summons to appear.
She's ordered me to give testimony.
"She"?
Daliyah Al-Yazbek.
Can she do that?
In the middle of your campaign?
What do we know about her... Daliyah?
I know what everyone knows.
She's from a small village.
Considered a folk hero.
She fought alongside Khalil.
She's been to the Palace a lot recently.
They seem close.
(sighs)
(horse neighs in distance) Hey.
I was looking for you.
Sorry.
Lost track of time.
You still want to go for a drive?
I'm not sure.
Planted an olive tree for Emma. (exhales)
So she can live on.
Or whatever.
How's your dad holding up?
I think he's just trying to focus on work.
Block everything else out.
And your mom?
Someone has to watch her 24/7.
That many pills...
probably wasn't an accident.
I'm sorry.
Me, too.
(hooves clopping, neighing)
I'm still trying to wrap my head around being an only child.
(lighter clicks)
(hooves clopping)
(blows out smoke)
Did Emma like gardens?
(chuckles)
Not really.
She kind of hated the outdoors.
(chuckles softly)
How long's she been asleep?
Since this morning.
I haven't been able to get her to eat today.
I'll stay until the night nurse comes on.
Yes, sir.
♪♪
I admire the work of your commission.
I really do.
But it would be inappropriate
for the sitting foreign secretary to appear.
You have my word.
I will not ask any questions about your current position.
I only care about your past.
I bet.
People deserve to understand
what happened inside this palace.
And with your husband dead,
that leaves you.
I won't be bullied into a public shaming.
Have you done things you should be ashamed of, Madam Secretary?
Is this what you think Bassam wants?
I don't answer to Bassam.
It's no secret he doesn't support me for president.
You haul me in in front of the commission
just as I begin my campaign, and I'm sure he'll be pleased.
Well, you'd have to ask him that.
We don't talk politics.
Don't you think people wonder why a Bedouin woman
with no education, no background
was put in such an important position?
That's a strange accusation
coming from the daughter of a kitchen maid.
Be careful.
Are you threatening me?
Be careful if you're in love with him.
You'll think the connection you have is real.
And who's to say?
Maybe it is.
But Bassam compartmentalizes.
The minute you become a liability,
a wall will come down.
And you'll be cut off.
Like it never happened.
Like it was nothing.
If you refuse to appear in court,
it will become part of your public record.
And I doubt that will help your poll numbers.
(door opens, closes)
(tires squealing)
(indistinct chatter)
(soldier) Easy, easy!
(door bangs) Freeze!
Get down! Get down!
(grunting)
(woman) Get off me.
(soldier) Area secured.
(Aziz) Mr. President?
What is it?
There's a military action at the university.
(footsteps depart fast)
(door closes)
A remote detonation.
The girl had the cell phone in her pocket.
We think the target was the auditorium.
Any idea who called in the tip?
It was probably somebody who uses
the same prayer room in the dorm.
We got lucky, Mr. President.
Well, take some credit. This is a win for us.
This is the third raid of the campus
in two weeks.
And it's not going to stop.
These prayer spaces are a problem.
Religious extremists use them
to spread their message, to radicalize other students.
You need to shut them down.
People need a place to pray.
Then let them pray at the university's Central Mosque.
At least there, you can monitor them.
Mr. President,
one day, we're going to stop getting lucky.
And when that happens, and that girl with the backpack
gets further than her dorm room,
people are going to die.
And then you'll have to respond with force.
And that's exactly what they're waiting for.
(crickets chirping)
(sighs softly)
(insects chirping)
♪♪
(gasping softly)
(gasping)
♪♪
(sniffles)
Tyrant S03E05 "A Rock and a Hard Place"
Sync and corrected by Gianluca Belfiglio
(indistinct chatter)
(soldier) You! Out!
- Everybody out! - (boy) What are you doing?
Everybody out!
Take your hands off me!
(lock clicks)
Where are we supposed to pray?
You stood in front of your followers
and you called it my "American war."
You called it a crime.
But it is a crime.
You killed children.
- The Caliphate put those children there. - You don't know that,
- and even if... - And then,
you used it as an excuse to incite violence.
I won't take responsibility for a few crazy people.
Then take responsibility for stopping them.
I cannot support closing places of worship.
If all they were doing was praying,
we wouldn't be having this conversation.
But that's not the reality.
They are terrorist cells.
You have no evidence of that.
You're implying anywhere people gather to pray is
a breeding ground for terror.
No, I am not.
You can pray freely in the Central Mosque.
(scoffs)
Under your watchful eye.
With him preaching.
Everyone knows that he is an Al Fayeed stooge.
What, now he will peddle your
government-sanctioned religious message?
I wonder if you would be so poisonous if your
Caliphate-loving brother-in-law had not paid for your mosque.
I will have no part in this.
(footsteps departing) (door slams)
You have strong favorables among males,
45 to 64.
The youth numbers are softer.
What's the bottom line?
You're 15 points behind Fauzi among likely voters.
I see.
(Safiya) It isn't what we were hoping for.
(Kipfer) But it's what we expected.
It's just the first poll.
Wait until I testify
in front of the Truth and Dignity Commission.
Things will get worse.
Thank you, both of you.
(door opens, closes)
Second place.
That's never been a comfortable position for you.
It's not where I should be.
(Ahmed exhales sharply)
(Leila) Someone who will take a stand against our external enemies,
against anyone who would threaten us,
to ensure the future of this great nation.
(reporter) Leila Al Fayeed.
Experience, security, stability, prosperity.
It's you.
It's the person that I know.
The Iron Lady.
It's only part of me.
Maybe that's your problem.
No one knows the other part.
(crowd cheering)
Thank you.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
It's good to see all of you.
(man) We love you!
(chuckles)
I love you back!
And I want to begin today by saying
thank you so much for all your support.
I know you guys have been working hard,
and you know what?
It's paying off.
It's just the first poll, and we have a long way to go,
but we had a good day today.
(crowd cheering)
You're good. Thank you. Thank you.
- We love you, man. - Thank you. Thank you so much.
Thank you.
So, what'd you think of the speech?
Uh, not bad.
"Not..."
On a scale of one to ten?
I'd give it a six and a half.
Six and a half?
You're not an easy grader.
But at least you stuck around for the whole thing.
Yeah, I wanted to see if it got any better.
- Well, thank you. - (Daliyah chuckles)
(chuckles)
The polls look good.
Yeah, don't jinx it now.
You must be happy.
I am.
You know,
a few of us are going to a cafe for a drink.
You should join us.
Come on, celebrate with me.
I'm politically neutral.
Requirement of the job.
I understand.
I had a dream about you, you know.
Really?
Yeah, we were rollerblading in a park in London.
And I was late for a rally, so we decided to hail a taxi.
- But Angela Merkel was driving and... and... - (Daliyah laughing)
she wouldn't let us in because of the rollerblades,
so we grabbed onto the side of the cab
and she took off, dragging us the whole way.
Well, at least Angela Merkel wasn't naked.
Yeah.
- Did we have fun? - We had a great time.
(chuckles) Good.
Staring at the poll numbers all day won't change them.
The things you said to Bassam in the Palace,
you need to say them to the people.
Fauzi and Leila,
they're part of the administration.
They can't speak out.
You can.
But nobody's listening, Nafisa.
Nobody's listening.
There are protests planned at the university.
You should be there.
Make them into a campaign rally.
Make the President your enemy.
Bassam gave you a gift with the prayer space closures.
Take it.
(door opens) (footsteps approach)
(Barry) Hey. You're up.
It's good to see.
Barry.
What's going on?
There's an in-patient treatment center in Germany.
I... I'm gonna check myself in.
(shaky breathing)
Okay, uh, Molly, look, look.
I want you to get help. But let's talk about this.
I need you to arrange a plane for me.
I need you to do that, okay?
Molly, I know you're in pain...
Barry, it's not safe for me.
I've come so close to...
I don't trust myself.
I need to go get better.
You can get better here. With us.
I can't.
It's too hard.
I keep looking out the window, thinking I'm, um,
gonna see the person I used to be walking by.
I've been working too much, haven't been here for you.
Dad, it's not about you.
And I know that you're angry
- and you blame me for what happened. - I blame myself.
I'm guilty.
I'll carry that the rest of my life.
- Molly, please don't do this. - It's taking
everything I have to ask for help, Barry.
And maybe you'll understand, and maybe you won't,
but I can't be here anymore.
I walk past her room and I see her.
I look at your faces and I see her. (sobs)
I thought I wanted that.
The reminders... they made me feel close to her.
But when you're alone with them,
you realize there's nothing really there.
Just... loss and more loss.
(sighs sharply)
How long will you be gone?
I don't know.
You want to know what you can do for me, Barry?
You can let me go.
(birds chirping)
Could you pass the coffee?
Yeah.
- Oh, I must've finished it. - That's okay.
- I'll get them to make some more. - No, don't... don't worry about it.
I'm fine.
Had too much already.
(paper rustling)
Maybe we should get a dog.
What?
People have been sending us things.
Gifts, you know.
For Emma.
Someone wrote and
said they wanted to give us a puppy.
You remember when Emma got bitten by that dog
when she was little?
That was me.
No, it was the, um...
the Kreutziger's German Shepherd.
It, uh... she was trying to pet it.
Thor.
He bit me.
It was a long time ago.
I, um...
I called the treatment center this morning.
They said your mom's getting settled in.
Dad, I really think you should give her some space.
I know.
The Abuddinian Women's Forum has been a constructive voice
on women's issues for a quarter century.
In order to be your next President and put women's issues
on the agenda in this country,
I'm going to need your support.
In 20 years in the Palace, and two years as First Lady,
you never showed up here once.
- That's true. - Now you want us
to support you for president just because you're a woman?
The forum was highly critical of my husband and his father.
It was very difficult for me to express my true feelings.
1,000 women and 400 children died in the gassing of Ma'an.
And you stood by your husband's side and said nothing.
Many of us know what it means to live
under the thumbs of our husband.
All of us know people who have died for what they believed in.
You survived by staying silent.
What's that?
Fanaa.
What does it mean?
The loss of the self.
Thought we were gonna start small.
Like "cat" or something.
Oh, I like to challenge my students.
Hmm.
You ever done this before with another student?
"This"?
Ah, you mean teach Arabic?
Mm.
No.
So I'm special.
Very.
Why?
Really?
You want me to flatter you?
No.
I want you to tell me the truth.
You're sleeping with me 'cause I'm the President's son.
If I was sleeping with you to get ahead in politics,
I wouldn't be criticizing your father online.
You're criticizing him?
Don't you read my blog?
I don't like you that much.
Oh.
What are you saying?
I said he's wrong to close the prayer spaces.
Well, he thinks those people are dangerous.
Who's dangerous?
All Muslims who pray in any prayer space?
They're all dangerous?
What if the governments decide
all gay men are dangerous?
(crowd chanting outside)
(crowd chanting) Let us pray! Let us pray!
Let us pray!
Let us pray! We want to pray!
Let us pray!
We want to pray! We want to pray!
I'm on my way to the university.
I only have a minute, but... how are you?
How's my nephew?
Is he still smarter than both of us?
(Latif) Of course.
They've closed the schools,
so I've been tutoring the kids at home.
They closed the schools? Why?
The Caliphate claim they want to govern,
but they can't manage it.
The phones, schools, hospitals, everything's shut down.
I didn't know it was that bad.
And we just got a warning about more bombings.
Some people are talking about leaving,
crossing the border into Abuddin.
I heard they set up a refugee camp.
You should come with them, Latif.
It's hard.
This is Randa's home, her country.
And I've heard things are difficult
on your side of the border, too.
I don't want to trade one Syria for another.
We can make a better life for you here, brother.
I still believe in this place.
(crowd chanting)
(crowd) We want to pray! We want to pray!
Let us pray! We want to pray!
(crowd cheering)
(footsteps approaching)
(Barry) Whatever it is you're looking for,
I don't think it's in there.
No, probably not.
How's Molly?
I don't know. She's, um...
I'm supposed to give her some space.
I saw the polls. I'm sorry.
(utensils clang)
You don't need to be nice to me, Bassam.
I know you want Fauzi to win.
Bad day?
I'm Jamal's wife.
Apparently, that's a crime I can never be pardoned for.
- (Leila scoffs) - Tell me about it.
To some people, I will always be the American,
the Western infidel.
Doesn't matter what the truth is.
Do you remember what it was like?
What?
Before Jamal became... Jamal.
Before you went to America.
When we were just... us.
Of course.
What was I like?
You were always laughing.
(laughs)
You were curious.
You used to wake me up in the middle of the night,
and we'd sneak down to the pool.
You remember?
You always wanted to see who could
hold their breath longer underwater.
You always lost.
You were fearless.
I met with Daliyah.
She's quite something.
I underestimated her.
She's the kind of woman a man might fall in love with.
(can cap clatters)
Here.
This is for you.
Peanut butter and jelly with potato chips.
How very American.
Well, there's only so much you can do.
We are who we are.
(sighs)
(line ringing)
(clears throat)
This is Molly. Please leave a message.
Hey, it's me, um...
I know I'm not supposed to call. You don't have to call me back.
I, um...
There's a lot going on.
And, uh, and I just wanted to, um...
(clicks tongue) I'm not sure wh... what I wanted.
Um...
I don't know why, but I was just thinking about, um...
thinking about that time
we went to that bed-and-breakfast
before we got married.
We thought it would be romantic,
and when we got there, it was just us
and the weird old couple that owned the place, and...
The bed was so rickety and loud that we just...
we just laid there all night,
whispering and...
waiting till we could leave.
Anyway, I... I don't know why I just thought of that,
but, um...
I'm thinking of you and, uh...
and I hope they're taking good care of you.
Bye.
The secular government of Abuddin expects us to yield,
to stand by while they prevent us from worshipping together,
to stand by while they police our relationship with God.
But we will not stand by.
(crowd cheering) We cannot stand by!
Their concern is violence, hatred.
But if we allow their oppression to continue...
that's exactly what they risk.
Violence and hatred.
(crowd cheering)
We will not yield.
(crowd) We will not yield!
We will not yield.
(crowd) We will not yield! Get out of the way, huh?
We will not yield.
Watch it.
You're taking up
the entire square with this bullshit,
and I should watch it?
I need to get to class.
Wouldn't want you to be late for art history.
Try caring about something that matters.
Yeah, except this doesn't matter to me.
All I care about
is being safe.
You're never going to be safe.
This is exactly what I mean.
You people...
you're crazy, you know?
(Al-Qadi) We must hold ourselves to the highest standard.
Today, we have an opportunity
to show Abuddin... to show the world...
they are wrong to fear us.
Our holy book teaches us that a true Muslim
is the one that follows the straight path.
The path of peace.
Of mercy.
Of restraint.
Even when we are tested,
we must not stray from that path.
I ask you all to pray with me now.
(man chanting prayer)
I'm going.
What? Why?
He wants us to pray with him?
We need to do more than pray
if we want things to change.
We have to be patient.
They threw you in jail, beat you up.
You still have a scar.
We're sending a message.
No one is listening, Hanif.
(chanting continues)
(Maloof) I have four of my units
on standby outside the university,
waiting for me to give them the go-ahead
- to move to the perimeter of the protest. - I don't like it.
Troops facing off against students.
History is not on our side here. Tahrir Square,
- Tiananmen Square... - Don't tie my hands, Mr. President.
I need my troops there
before things get out of hand, not after.
Ahmed, this is not a good time.
- I thought maybe I could watch you work. - Ahmed.
Please, not now.
Right.
Okay.
I'm sorry.
(Maloof sighs deeply)
(door opens, closes)
Okay, but, Maloof, make sure your men understand:
no one makes a move unless there's a direct threat.
Understood.
This gets out of control,
I'm right back where my brother was.
(sighs)
(man chanting prayer)
Hey, hey.
- Hey. - What the hell
- are you doing here? - Nothing.
- I just wanted to see what's going on. - Are you crazy?
Do you know how dangerous it is to show up
at a protest against your own father?
Relax. I have secret service.
- No, we have to go. - (soldier) To the square!
Over here! You, come with me!
- Now. - (soldier) Hurry up, follow them!
(Sammy) Can you let go of me, please?
Halima.
All right, knock it off!
You just wander into an anti-government protest?
No.
I was in Haitham's office, we heard shouting,
- so we walked out, okay? - You call him Haitham now?
Excuse me. Professor El-Amin.
I mean, who cares?
What?
Your buttons are buttoned wrong.
Are you sleeping with him?
Mind your own business.
He's married, he has a kid.
I really don't need you to be my conscience right now. Okay?
What if it comes out? Hmm?
Your father's already seen as a Westerner.
They call him "The American."
And now people find out his son is having
a homosexual affair with a married man.
So are you saying I can never have
a personal life in this place?
Don't do this.
Everything we care about is too important.
I don't want to have to tell your father.
You wouldn't do that.
Wouldn't I?
(crowd praying quietly)
(chanting prayer)
We need to be realistic.
You want to be rehabilitated. It takes time.
The election is four months away.
Exactly.
And you'll run a good race.
You'll lose, but you'll lose well.
You'll spend the next four years as the leader of the opposition.
Not inside the palace, on the streets.
And when the next election comes,
it'll be the new you who runs and wins.
So that's it? Wait until next time?
Success is about readiness matched with opportunity.
Just be ready when your time comes.
(door opens, closes)
I know this isn't what you wanted.
I haven't lost yet.
Come to dinner tonight. We can talk it through.
I can't. I have a meeting.
With whom?
General Cogswell.
At night?
Dressed like that?
I don't need your advice on my wardrobe.
Don't tell me that you and he are...
Or my personal life.
Do you know how dangerous this is?
You were leaving.
Don't let me stop you.
I always thought of you as many complicated things.
Naive was not one of them.
You really think that, four months from now,
when Fauzi is President
and you are nothing, not even Foreign Secretary,
that he will still be interested in you?
(door opens, closes)
(low hum of chat)
You're a popular man these days.
I thought you'd appreciate the privacy.
Isn't it a bit early to be making overtures?
Not according to the polls.
A lot can happen in four months.
Sure.
The sky could fall, but probably not.
I've spent the last couple of months
developing a relationship with the Al Fayeeds.
But the truth is, you're the man I needed to be talking to.
I'm listening.
(man chanting prayer)
(man) Go home, dogs!
(man 2) Let us pray!
(glass shattering) (people gasping)
(man 3) God be with us!
(crowd murmuring)
(soldier) Move in.
(man 4) Get out of here!
You think you scare me?
You collaborating piece of shit!
Take another step.
Take one more step!
Stand down.
We have every right to be here!
(crowd clamoring)
I said stand down.
You want to shoot me?
Shoot me! Do it! Shoot me!
Stop this! I'm saying stop this now!
Stop this now!
They're trying to make us into martyrs!
We are all willing!
Is that what you think God wants?
More martyrs?
Paradise is full of martyrs.
The real sacrifice is to live here, with us,
and try to make peace.
This man
is your brother.
Thank you for showing restraint.
Thank you, thank you.
We have made our voices heard here.
We will leave this square peacefully,
with the promise to come back tomorrow,
and every day after that, until the prayers are allowed
to continue on our own terms.
Please leave in peace.
Leave in peace, please.
Please, leave in peace.
Where is he?
Gone to the mosque to pray.
He had their attention.
All those people.
- All he had to do... - I know.
I saw it on the news.
(sighs)
He's becoming a problem, Nafisa.
Should I be afraid?
No.
If it comes to it...
if something were to happen to him...
I'll take care of you.
Like I always have.
He's the father of my children.
We survived without both parents.
That's not what I want for them.
They have each other.
Like we did.
You taught yourself how to braid my hair.
Remember?
You were all I had.
You still are.
I still love him.
Then I hope, for your sake, he comes around.
Mahdiya?
(door creaks)
♪♪
Kill them all. Kill them all.
One by one.
(Siddiq) And everything is
in compliance with the U.N. High Commission guidelines.
We're having more water trucked in
to make sure there's a reserve,
the primary school for the children
will be in that tent over there.
I'm impressed, Siddiq. It looks great.
Thank you.
The first wave of refugees is trickling in.
Everything's going smoothly.
Inshallah.
Well, let's take good care of them.
It's the most effective weapon we have against the Caliphate
if people see we're compassionate.
In fact, we may even have come out
a little ahead this week, Siddiq.
Please know that you're safe here.
We'll do everything we can to make you comfortable
and process you as quickly as possible.
(glasses clink)
(sighs)
I met with Fauzi Nidal today.
You met with Fauzi?
And he's savvier than I thought.
What's the matter?
Are you going to leave me?
- (scoffs) What are you talking... - When the election is over
and Fauzi's President.
Leila.
And I'm no one.
I've been in love with you for five years.
I'm never leaving you again.
♪♪
(sighs) (water dripping)
(phone ringing)
Bassam? (knocking on door)
- Yes? - Salaam alaikum.
I'm looking for Daliyah.
I wanted to thank her for dinner the other night.
Uh, she's not at home.
She was called to the Palace.
Oh.
♪♪
I keep thinking I hear the kids.
Running down the hall, playing a game, Molly...
telling them to slow down.
I went to the bedroom to try and get some sleep.
But it's so still in there.
I just needed someone to talk to.
It's okay.
(both sighing)
♪♪
You should get some sleep.
Yeah. You're right.
I'll make sure there's a car waiting for you outside.
Yes.
Bassam...
(smooching)
(soft moaning)
- Wait, wait, wait. - (Daliyah breaths heavily)
I need to make sure there's no one outside.
Just wait here, okay?
(door opens, closes)
(door opens)
Come with me.
♪♪
(gasps softly)
(Daliyah moans)
(both panting)
(both gasping, moaning)
(both panting)
♪♪
(exhales)
Sync and corrected by Gianluca Belfiglio
(wind gusting)
(annoncer) "Tyrant." All new, Wednesdays at 10:00.
On FX.
Huh? What do you think?
- This is gonna get the audience's attention, right? - Uh... Yeah.
So you're cool with me making my debut looking like a meth head Oklahoma stripper?
(inhales through teeth)
(announcer) "Sex&Drugs&Rock&Roll."
All new Thursdays at 10:00 on FX.
(Ephraim) It's been 23 days since the nightmare began.
Why do we fight?
(gunshooting)
- Revenge. - (woman screams)
(snoring)
(dog barks)
(birds chirping)
(screams)
(cart wheels clattering)