All language subtitles for Tyrant (2014) - S01E06 - What the World Needs Now (1080p AMZN WEB-DL x265 Silence)_track3_[eng]

Previously on Tyrant...

I need an hour with

Sheik Rashid.

So, you want to use

Sheik Rashid to do an end run

around Ihab?

Does your brother even know

you're here?

Do it.

You understand

our precautions?

Yesterday you were my enemy.

But today you are my guest.

He is meeting Ihab

Rashid on my orders.

Bassam's been nowhere

near Ihab in the last 24 hours.

That is wrong.

We can try again,

that's all.

If we try and I fail,

I will feel worse.

Change the subject.

I trusted you.

You are my blood

and you betrayed me.

Uh, you need to see

something.

I demand to sit

down with President Jamal

Al Fayeed!

He demands?

Jamal, you can end

this without firing a shot.

This is what you wanted.

Is it?

General, tell your men

to stand down.

But, Mr. President...

You lied to me.

I failed to inform you

of my every move, yes.

No, you didn't fail to

inform, you lied.

And right now you are lying

again to me.

For God's sake, I'm your

brother.

Your blood.

Jamal, can't we just

talk about the result?

It's the result that ultimately

matters.

Fine. You want to

talk about the result?

The result sickens me.

You were supposed to offer one

tribal monkey the opportunity to

talk to me, and instead tribal

monkey's father demands to

talk to me.

I'm not a fool.

But you are making me look like

a fool.

You won't look like

a fool.

Yes, it-it would have been nice

if things had happened the way

we wanted, but the net-net is

the same.

The president of Abbudin is

sitting down with the legendary

patriarch of the opposition.

Do you have any idea how huge

that is, how great that is?

Yeah, for him.

Meanwhile, in

the country of Abbudin,

citizens continue to overrun

Founder's Plaza with calls for

everything from student rights

to the complete overthrow of the

ruling Al Fayeed family.

The elderly sheik continues

to attract enormous crowds.

Today's estimates placed the

number at upwards of 15,000...

up significantly from

yesterday's 12,000.

This makes no sense.

We have a wonderfully elegant

way out of this.

Yes.

We simply bend over and try not

to think about what is

happening.

You just offered the

sheik the same package you

offered Ihab three days ago.

Jamal, these are your

deal points.

Why doesn't it rain?

Anything, something to drive the

people out of the Plaza.

Hey, you know what?

I'm gonna call Tariq.

They have a mole in the Rashid

camp; maybe they can tell us

what it is he's looking for.

Yes, it's

a good idea.

Tariq only wants to be of help.

He's a big fan of the sheik.

Yeah.

Yeah, you're right.

Well, what about Ziad?

Maybe if he got some

presidential love, he'd be

willing to play ball.

My point is, I'm gonna try and

have all of the deal points

locked down before you even walk

into the room, okay?

So, just-just sit with him;

that's all you have to do.

In return, he'll tell everyone

in the Plaza to go home,

they're part of the process now.

And do you know who's gonna get

the credit?

You will, President Jamal Al

Fayeed, for being willing to sit

down with him and for being

willing to listen.

Bargaining

with sheepherders.

Look...

I know it's hard, but sometimes

you have to give something to

get something, and I think what

we get is huge.

So please, just...

just sit with the man.

It'll be you, me and Yussef.

We'll do it in the council

chambers, and I've told them

they can bring two delegates if

they want to.

And...

what if I don't

like what he has to say?

It's not an issue.

If he asks for anything that

you're not prepared to give, you

just say, "Let me take that

under advisement."

Nice one.

Let me... let me take that

under advisement.

Let me... let me...

let me take that under

advisement.

If someone would have

told me that the first visitor

I'd be receiving in my capacity

as first lady would be the sworn

enemy of your father, I would

have roared with laughter.

The sheik is going to

clear the Plaza.

He is going to clear

the Plaza?

It's not his Plaza, it's not his

country.

Why are you so frightened

of him?

Frightened?

Do I look like a frightened

person?

You are naive.

You have some idea in your mind

that all a person has to do is

mow down his enemies, that that

is all there is to being a

leader.

Call your cousin in Egypt.

It's not so simple anymore.

Everybody has a camera,

everybody's on YouTube.

You just be sure...

you just be sure...

that you smile when he walks

through the door.

You are welcome.

I'm proud of you, by

the way.

Proud of a grown

doctor who can't tie his

own tie?

Proud of

you for getting people who

thought they'd never be in the

same country together, much less

the same room to talk about

how they can move forward.

Well, tell me that at

the end of the day when it's

actually happened.

I keep feeling we're about an

inch from this whole thing

falling apart.

Are you certain

you can do this?

Everything that's happening

here is ultimately for you.

For your brothers.

For your children.

I'm an old man, I am not long

for this world.

I only ask you show the

president the same respect he's

showing us by inviting us here.

He didn't invite us.

You demanded an audience, shamed

him into it.

I took the same

invitation he offered you

and turned it into a demand.

The point is, we are now facing

our enemy across a table instead

of a battlefield.

And the world thinks it was our

doing.

Now we must present ourselves

accordingly.

As statesmen, as civilized human

beings.

No bombast, no fire, just an

eagerness to get things done.

Can you help me?

Sheik.

Come.

Here, we'll take a photograph.

And I have one

here, too.

Thank you, Sheik.

Wonderful.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you.

Walid.

Yes, my brother.

I know you

wanted to accompany me here

today, and now you have.

The pictures have been taken.

Now get back in the car and

go home.

E-Excuse me?

I came here to assist you

in these negotiations.

I've been working with

the Al Fayeeds for over a

decade now.

I know how they think.

You've made

yourself a friend to the very

people who drove me from

my home.

Get back to the car and leave.

Salaam alaikum.

Salaam alaikum.

Wa alaikum as-salaam.

Sheik Rashid.

My wife Molly.

Hi.

How are you?

Good.

Welcome.

Sheik.

Salaam alaikum.

All set?

I just heard Ihab is

here.

Yeah, he's part of the

delegation.

Apparently, it all happened at

the last minute.

Here's hoping nothing

else happens at the last minute.

Tell me, Ziad is sure about

these bargaining points?

Well, I asked him

about a hundred times.

That Ihab so much as

looks at me cross-eyed and I'll

throw him back in the prison.

What about the sheik?

He can't help but look at you

cross-eyed.

Mr. President.

Welcome, sir.

Mr. President.

Sheik Rashid.

Please.

Excuse me, have you a

toilet?

His mouth's full of phlegm.

Yeah, of course.

Well,

gentlemen, this is a meeting

decades in the making.

Where should we start?

Taxation?

Representation on the council?

Perhaps it's even time to

rethink the nationalization of

some of Ma'an's natural

resources.

You are very

generous, President.

And very astute.

I know you very much want the

Founder's Plaza returned to

normal.

People back in their homes.

Businesses able to receive

customers.

I believe I can make all that

happen.

There is really just one thing I

want in return.

Tell me what is on

your mind.

I would like to

ask, now that your father has

passed, that you allow there to

be open and free elections for

the office of president of

Abbudin, monitored by the U.N.,

open to any candidate, no matter

their political or religious

affiliation.

Let me take that

under advisement.

Very well.

Sheik Rashid, can we

now rely upon you to clear the

Founder's Plaza?

Let me take

that... under advisement.

Nothing to fear... just gravity.

He wants elections!

Is he out of his mind?

I'm not begging the people for

my right to lead them.

These talks were a horrible

idea.

The talks were not a

horrible idea.

Yes, he outmaneuvered us...

Yes, I would say so.

So, what do we do, Mr. Advisor?

What do we do, brother?

It turns out he wants to be

George Washington.

Typically with a crowd

of this size, I believe the

estimate for today is almost

20,000.

The people will see your heavy

armor approaching, your tanks,

and almost immediately you will

lose 2,000 or 3,000.

But in this particular instance,

since we've been visible to the

crowd for several days without

an order to proceed, we may not

see quite so many flee

initially.

But once we initiate use of the

water cannons, the crowd will

diminish by half.

It's that remaining 10,000... the

semi hard-core... that becomes a

challenge to disperse.

We'll begin with the rubber

bullets, then conventional ammo.

All the while, the tanks...

are moving, converging on a

center point.

And, obviously, anyone in their

path...

The whole thing will take about

45 minutes.

Although that's not counting the

cleanup.

You're going to need at least a

day of scrubbing before that

plaza is once again presentable

to the civilian population.

What kind of injuries

can we expect?

My guesstimate?

2,000 injured.

Perhaps 200 fatalities.

Of course, every day you wait,

every minute you wait, those

numbers rise.

Any of the great minds

here have any options to offer?

Or is this it?

We kill 200 today, then go to

war with our people tomorrow.

Not to make light of

it, but, uh... we're quite good

at going to war.

I have every confidence we will

prevail.

I need an hour to

reflect.

Free and open

elections... exactly what the

sheik said.

No, think about it; it gives you

everything you want, everything

you could possibly hope for.

Um, what does it give

me?

Options.

And all of them are good.

The first thing it gives you is

the Plaza will be empty.

What can the people possibly

protest about when the choice of

who leads them is theirs?

Mm, but then...

I have to run to regain

leadership.

Okay.

And what's the worst that can

happen?

Bassam... I lose.

Uh... everything our father

built, everything we achieved...

everything we are ceases to be.

I get that. I do.

But look, the days when a single

family can continue to rule by

sheer force of will are pretty

much over, with or without

elections.

So if you lose...

you lose.

And you wake up the next day and

you start living the rest of

your life, except no one's

hanging you, no one's shoving a

bayonet up your ass, the crowd

isn't calling for your head...

you just go away.

You know, you move your money to

Switzerland, or wherever guys

like you move your money, you

buy your own goddamn island, and

you're still one of the richest

men in the world.

But here's the thing.

I don't think you're gonna lose.

I won't?

No.

These elections are a year, a

year and a half away.

First you got to change the

constitution... that's gonna take

some time... and then comes the

campaign... that's a year, a year

and a half... and in that time,

the people are getting to know

you, and when they get to know

you, they're gonna love you.

And while they're busy falling

in love with you, you're gonna

do what powerful people do... you

build 20 schools, ten hospitals,

a bunch of parks.

And what's the sheik gonna

build?

Well, he's not going

to build shit.

No, he's just gonna

cough and spit and... look at

people with that milky eye.

So...

we are going to win this?

I think we can.

Wake up.

Look who's back.

I'm pleased for you

both.

Here's hoping the two of you

will be very happy together.

What's wrong with you?

What's wrong with you?

Bargaining away our lives.

Not to mention your child's

birthright.

I can't believe you

are still mad about this.

Three weeks and you are still

mad about it.

Don't you watch television?

They are calling me "a beacon of

hope in the Middle East."

Good for them.

Maybe you can call them and have

them play with your new friend.

I'm not interested.

Good morning, Yussef.

What can I do for you?

What? 60 Minutes?

What is... You mean the

television show?

They want to do a piece about

me?

Spending a day

with the sheik is like trailing

a rock star.

Wherever he goes, he is besieged

with requests for pictures and

autographs.

Jamal?

And he never

hesitates to stop...

Huh?

The, uh, council's

waiting.

It's a

wonderful thing to want to build

schools and hospitals and parks.

I don't think that's the Office

of Budget Management's issue.

Then... what is their

issue?

I'm the president.

I... I want this money.

I need this money.

The way

we would normally fund these

sorts of projects would be to

sell bonds on the world market.

And I don't think under normal

circumstances that would be a

problem.

Explain.

It's

just... ever since you announce

elections...

What about the

elections?

There's

concern that the debt holder

might change, and might not be

interested in honoring the

obligations these bonds

represent.

No, no, no, no, no.

The debt holder is not going to

change... that's the whole point.

Now, we want the people to vote

for me...

so we need money to build

things.

Why?

You a the president.

The constitution does not call

for these elections.

There's no need for these

elections.

We gain nothing from these

elections, and in fact may have

created for ourselves the

mechanism of our own demise.

Call them off.

And what about the

people?

We've already told them.

I'll deal with the

people.

I always have.

Mr. President, please.

Embrace who you are and what is

yours.

Let's put an end to this

foolishness.

60 Minutes called.

Pardon me?

Didn't Yussef tell

you?

60 Minutes called.

They want to do a piece about

me.

Have they ever wanted to do a

piece about you?

How about you?

Well...

I've been called... to an

emergency meeting with a

delegation from Norway.

When I return, I want to hear

that these new construction

projects have been financed.

I also want to hear how excited

the military is about the

prospects for free elections in

Abbudin.

Thank you, gentlemen.

This meeting is adjourned.

Uh, Ziad.

The Norwegian president has

asked me to meet him alone.

Something about a pipeline

situation.

No one even knows he's here, so

I'll text you as soon as I am

safely in the room.

No hello?

No "it's been a long time"?

No "I missed you"?

Hello.

It's been a long time.

And as you can see, I've missed

you.

You need to come see

me more often.

That was like an explosion.

A presidential

explosion.

A presidential

eruption.

Can I ask you

something?

Mm.

Do you think the

people love me?

Well, the people don't

know you.

But if they did, I am sure that

they would love you.

I mean, how could anyone not

love you?

May I?

I know we, uh... we don't see

eye to eye on a few things.

The elections, the sheik.

If you've come here to

tell me what to say or to drill

me the way you've been drilling

my husband and the others,

let me remind you:

I've been in the public eye

since I was 18.

I know what to say when the

cameras are on.

And I know what to do when the

cameras are off.

Of course you do.

What?

You.

You're so...

impressed with yourself.

"Look at me.

Look at what I did.

I'm bringing democracy to

Abbudin."

You really believe he can do

this?

Win the votes and the love of

the people?

Yes.

Yes, I do.

I guess it helps to be

away from him for 20 years.

Forgive the intrusion.

You cannot outrun

history.

One would be a fool to stick

one's head in the sand and not

see how change is sweeping the

Middle East.

Change...

and cell phones.

Everyone has a voice, everyone

has an opinion, and everyone has

a camera.

It simply stands to reason then

that everyone would expect to

have a say about how they are

governed.

Well, he's my son, so

of course I think he's special.

And he's always seen things

differently than his father,

so I'm not entirely surprised

that he's turning everything on

its head.

Trying things that have never

been tried before.

But the main thing is that I

think he wants what's best for

the country.

Even if it's not him.

And I think that gives you a

hint of just how special he is.

I don't say these

things for effect.

I say them because...

this is the reality.

This is how I truly feel about

it.

We are coming to this place one

way or the other.

We can either be in front of it

or behind it.

Just look at me.

Here we go.

You served for three decades as

the head of the military for an

ironfisted dictator.

Now here comes the son, and he's

freeing political prisoners,

sitting down with opposition

leaders, calling for elections.

Isn't your head spinning?

Yes and no.

My nephew is a visionary.

But he is also very much like

his father, my brother.

My brother looked at the vast

desert, the warring tribes,

the hostile outside forces

conspiring against him and

nonetheless felt that he could

build a nation.

Insane.

And yet here we are.

A nation.

With abundant schools and

hospitals and a vibrant economy.

And now my nephew says, what if

we have elections?

What if we let the people

choose?

You think they might choose me?

An old dog like me thinks...

insane.

But then I remember his father.

And I think crazier things have

happened.

Are we through?

All right, set.

A wife always wants to

believe she's her husband's

greatest love.

But long ago I made peace with

the fact that I'm in second

place.

I'm sorry... second place

to who?

To Abbudin.

Your opponent, Sheik

Rashid, a sworn enemy of your

family for over two decades,

calls you either the bravest or

the most foolish man on the

continent.

That's really funny.

I didn't know Sheik Rashid has

that sense of humor.

Uh, but, uh...

I like Sheik Rashid.

Uh, I would not vote for him,

for sure.

But I like him.

The people like him,

too.

He is leading in the polling.

It's early to say.

The elections are a long way

off.

And I think, in time, people

will realize that what they feel

for the sheik is actually what

you feel for an uncle that you

haven't seen for a long time.

Uh, nostalgia.

But if you look around, you can

see what we have built together,

as a nation.

And I'm sure you will say,

I love that.

I want more of that.

I want more of the people...

of the family... that did that.

You sound very

confident.

Uh-huh.

Would you be interested

in hearing what the sheik had to

say about you?

What do you make

of this new, young president

Al Fayeed?

Obviously, he

marches to the beat of his own

drummer.

And when you sit with him in a

room, you know you are sitting

with a lion.

Of course, not all lions are

friendly, and every so often,

one will bite your head off.

But you have to admire

his courage.

He didn't have to allow these

elections.

He could have simply said no.

Yes.

He knows wise counsel when he

hears it.

Wise counsel?

He has a

younger brother, Bassam.

An American.

Like I said, Jamal may be a

lion.

But I suspect his brother is the

lion tamer.

The brother who tells the lion

what to do.

We are getting reports

that for the first time

in 30 years, a significant

number of young men of draft age

are simply not showing up for

induction.

This is despite the fact they

know the penalty is death or

life imprisonment.

Additionally, among men already

serving, we are seeing a

measurable uptick in deserters.

Again, these men are staring at

certain death, and yet...

they don't care.

And finally, assaults against

officers by conscripted men are

up 11% compared to this same

time last year.

And why do you think

this is?

Shifting sands,

Mr. President.

The country is sensing change.

And change is not good for the

status quo.

People don't obediently serve

in a military they suspect of

being disbanded.

And those already serving start

looking for an exit strategy.

It's human nature.

Are you saying this is

because I have announced

elections?

Well, when you look at

the latest polling...

Latest polling?

Mr. President,

there is new polling.

And unfortunately it shows

you just with 33% of the vote,

while the sheik has 44% of the

vote.

That's not perfect.

But... still early.

And 44 to 33 is not really

terrible.

No, Mr. President.

It is not.

Although it is somewhat

troubling that just two weeks

ago, you had 37

and he 41.

Let me think about all

of that, okay?

Thank you very much for your

patience, for your support and

encouragement.

Thank you.

Forgive me for

not getting up.

Some days the legs cooperate

happily.

Some days they don't.

Please.

Thank you.

Thank you for, uh,

seeing me at such short notice.

You made it

sound urgent.

What was urgent was my

brother not having to see me for

a few days after hearing what

you said on 60 Minutes.

You knew exactly what

you were doing.

Does it serve

my interests for there to be

friction between the man I'm

running against and the man I've

come to believe is responsible

for any success he's

experiencing?

The answer is yes.

Be flattered.

You remind me of your father.

Really?

And is that a good thing or a

bad thing?

This may shock

you, but I considered your

father an extraordinary

statesman right up until the

moment he betrayed me.

Don't you mean right

up until the moment you betrayed

him?

You bombed an army barracks,

killed dozens of Abbudin

soldiers without provocation.

Did I?

It's what happened.

You bombed us, we gassed you.

Our sin was greater, but I doubt

it would have happened if you

hadn't attacked first.

I was looking

for a peace with a man I

believed wanted the same thing.

I never struck first.

I never struck at all, nor did

any of my people.

Then who did?

Maybe a man who

wanted to gas 20,000 people in

Ma'an and needed a reason.

So you're saying my

father sacrificed his own men to

give himself a reason to attack

Ma'an?

I am offering a

possible scenario... no more, no

less.

But you didn't come here to

debate history with me.

I'm here to extend you

an invitation.

My brother would like you to be

present for the signing of the

motion to amend the constitution

to allow free elections in

Abbudin.

The motion to

amend.

The tiny first step.

I mean what I say.

Those days before the attack on

Ma'an, I really thought your

father was one of the most

extraordinary individuals I had

ever met.

I disagreed with almost

everything he stood for, but I

admired his will to get things

done, his willingness to listen

to other opinions and ideas.

You are...

your father's son.

I don't know why, but

I can't seem to get the people's

love.

I give them elections.

I free prisoners.

Doesn't matter.

Perhaps I'm just not lovable.

Well, I find you very

lovable.

Yeah, I know.

I think I'm lovable, too, but

the point is, when I...

when I... when I think about who

actually loves me...

Yeah.

My father... he liked me

sometimes.

Sometimes, yes.

Sometimes, no.

My mother... you know, she's my

mother.

She-she loves her children no

matter who they are.

And my brother.

My younger brother.

My little brother.

I see him look at me with pity.

I think he thinks that is love,

but I know it's just pity.

That sounds very

lonely.

What about your wife?

Well...

I love you.

Well, I know that.

I... I can tell.

With all your heart, right?

With all my heart, Mr.

President.

Hey, don't jump.

Screw the sheik.

Does your boyfriend

know you talk about him like

that?

So, long time, no see.

Hmm, I've been busy.

You know, it's not easy hanging

onto 33% of the vote.

I wanted to talk to

you about that.

You know these polls are only

accurate to within five points,

right?

You know what that means?

It means I'm losing?

No, it means you could

have 38 points, and he could

have 39, which basically means

you're in a dead heat.

Tell that to my

trusted council.

Down the hall, there

are people that have come from

all over the world to see you do

what you're about to do today.

When you put your pen to that

document, the world will be

different.

How many men get the chance to

effect that kind of change in

their lifetime?

You are making history today.

Really?

You sure it's not you?

Wow.

Look at these two.

Which one do you want?

Are there two?

I see only one.

So, we'll, uh... we'll

see you guys down in the

ballroom.

They're setting up for some

pictures with the sheik, and

then we'll move to the actual

signing.

We were just out

there.

People seem to be very excited

about what you are going to do.

Are you?

I think that you have

it in you to be... a great man

and do great things.

But do I think this is one of

them?

I'm not sure.

That doesn't change how I feel

about you.

And how do you feel

about me?

Jamal, if you don't

know by now...

Oh, I plead for your

love, and all I get is...

anger.

That's not true.

Then... give me your

love.

Here. Now.

Don't be ridiculous.

I'll meet you down there.

We are so honored by

your presence.

Mr. President.

He's a force of nature, isn't

he?

One more, sir.

Excuse me.

I will be right back.

Sure.

Right through this door,

Sheik Rashid.

So... this is

where you are hiding.

Great minds

think alike.

Ah.

You are amazing to

watch.

The people... they really love

you.

Well, of course they do.

I am a benign old man.

What's not to love?

I also love them right back.

And my brother Bassam.

Do you love him?

I don't know

about love, but he is a very

clever fellow, your brother.

Very wise, very principled.

I'll tell you another thing.

There's not a morning I don't

wake up and thank God I am not

running against him.

Ah.

You're okay?

That's it, cough it up.

Cough it up, old man.

Cough the whole lung!

You want me to get Bassam to

help you?

You need a whack in the back.

Did that help?

How about that?

You think everybody loves you?

Well... forgive me, I don't.

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