All language subtitles for Tyrant (2014) - S02E01 - Mark of Cain (1080p AMZN WEB-DL x265 Silence)_track3_[eng]

Previously on Tyrant...

BARRY:
It's Barry... Bassam.

I'm coming...
for my nephew's wedding.

It's not just me, you know.
Dad doesn't want to go either.

Why do you think he hasn't
been back in 20 years?

Little brother.

Jamal.

JAMAL: The wedding night
is very special.

It would break
Ahmed's heart

if the woman he
married wasn't pure.

There it is.

I'm beginning to think
he's insane.

I'm here as a man
and a servant of Allah.

Did anyone appoint me?

Protests like these need
to be strangled in their crib.

Peaceful demonstration
is a basic human right.

I am the true voice of Abbudin,
not this terrorist, Ihab Rashid.

So you want to have a coup,
oust your own brother?

There will be
no peace in Abbudin

with my brother in power.

He has to be removed.

For the sake
of our family, us,

I'm asking you
to come home with us.

Don't expect us
to come back.

I'm sorry, Jamal.

I didn't want it
to be this way.

We both need to pick
our friends better.

General, you may arrest
your prisoner.

Jamal will rule this country
for the rest of his life.

LEILA: Men in prison
get out of prison.

As long as he's alive,
you're not safe.

I will sentence
my brother to death.

AMIRA: If you don't want
to show him mercy,

show mercy to me.

(spray paint can shakes)

(spray paint hissing)

(wheel squeaks)

Hurry. We'll be late
to the Palace.

(door slams)

Knight to
queen's bishop 3.

What?

It's my move.

I'm done
playing, Jamal.

Well, I'm not.

Knight to
queen's bishop 3.

You look thin.

Yeah, well, my, um...

my appetite's not
what it used to be.

Just let me see Molly.

I'll bring you
some cookies,

the pecan ones you like

from the baker
next to the Grey Mosque.

Gift-wrapped apologies?

You think
I'm apologizing to you?

Why would I apologize to you?

I'm waiting for you

to say "sorry."

Just once.

I'm sorry.

I am.

I'm sorry I put us
in this position.

That's not what I meant.

Jamal...

I did what
I had to do.

Now, please...

please...

do what you have to do.

You can't force me to move.

I have the upper hand.

I could keep you in here,
my prisoner,

for the rest of your life.

Knight to
queen's bishop 3.

These keep cropping up.

Faster than
we can cover them.

Not just in Ma'an,
but here in Asima.

Even behind bars,

Bassam is galvanizing
the students and the liberals.

Not all of them.

I've been working with
students, hundreds of them,

who want a unified
and peaceful Abbudin.

Who tell you what you want
to hear because they fear you.

Your cynicism is
an occupational hazard.

These are just a few
troublemakers and idealists.

A few?

Almost a million

tweets and social media postings
calling to free Bassam.

And these are just
from the last three days.

Shut down the service.

It isn't the service
that needs shutting down.

It's been three weeks

since the trial court
pronounced the death sentence.

What's Jamal waiting for?

He won't talk about it.

Not even to you?

Has Jamal lost his nerve?

It's raising questions.

I understand.

Alive, Bassam gives
the people hope.

Dead, he'll be forgotten.

And your husband will be free
from his brother's living ghost.

It's time to show the world that
Abbudin is open for business.

With our new friends
from China,

we will develop these fields.

Thousands of jobs will be
created for the people of Ma'an.

And they will have
you to thank.

Me?

I'm appointing you
Minister of Energy Development,

effective immediately.

What do you say?

I don't know anything
about the oil business.

You will learn.

We will learn together.

The thing is, I've been talking
to some investors from Dubai

about opening a
boutique hotel.

The site that we're
looking at is in London,

so I-I would have
to relocate.

Why would you move
to a place without sun?

I-I don't mind the rain.

And the people,

their skin looks like cheese.

It's a good
opportunity.

I can show you the business
plan as soon as we're finished.

Son, I give you the chance

to bring Abbudin
into the 21st century,

and you want to open
a boutique hotel in London.

You tell your friends
from Dubai

to find another partner
whose name isn't Al Fayeed.

WOMAN: Here we found artifacts
from over 4,000 years ago

of a vibrant trade.

So not only has Abbudin been
at the crossroads

of the world's economy
for millennia,

it is also the source
of an ancient culture

shared by all of us
who call Abbudin home.

Bismillah ir-Rahman ir-Rahim.

Halima Nair made that film

to introduce
our cultural treasures

to your great nation.

Like Halima, these students
all hail from Ma'an.

As First Lady,
I've enlisted them

to serve as ambassadors
of the president's vision

for the future of Abbudin.

This is just a sample of
the artifacts they've excavated,

which will be exhibited
next year at the Louvre.

Please, feel free to ask the
students any questions you have.

(speaking Chinese)

Your soldiers have been
targeted by a series

of terrorist attacks
in Ma'an.

Aren't you worried that
the insurgency will undermine

these lofty plans?

Our hearts are heavy
with the pain

for the loss
of our brave soldiers,

but we will not allow
a few troublemakers,

enemies of peace,
to stand in the way of our dream

for a united
and peaceful Abbudin.

Next time, let's find
someone closer to my size.

Musa, cover the bomb.

Malik, this arms
the trigger, okay?

Don't worry, Coach.

I'll see you soon.

Okay, let's go.

Hmm?
Okay.

Everyone take different routes
back to the safe house.

MUSA:
Yes.

*

Just have to take a piss.
Okay.

Hey, you!

Stop!

(people clamoring, screaming)

Mr. President,
General Tariq.

Hello.

Yes, Uncle.

How many?

I'm here.

Convene the council.

TARIQ: One of Rashid's men just
killed seven of my soldiers.

The week before,
he killed a dozen.

You should be ordering me to
clear Ma'an street by street

instead of tying my hands.

Ahmed, did you hear me
tell my uncle not to retaliate?

No.

All I said was
respond proportionately.

Avoid civilian targets.

There are no civilian
targets in Ma'an.

Not as long as they keep
giving sanctuary to Rashid.

Colonel Mahmoud, how much

of Ma'an is still actively
supporting the insurgency?

Well, our most recent
intelligence, uh, estimate

is running at
ten percent.

And last month?

It was twice that,
Mr. President.

We are going
in the right direction.

But you will never win.

Look at Syria.

In ten years from now,

with foreign investment
gone because of the risk

and thousands dead,

you'll be asking me
why we didn't end this today,

once and for all.

What exactly
do you want me to do?

Our intelligence has identified

Al-Jafar as the base
of Ihab's support.

I know the problem.

What is the solution?

A limited chemical attack
on that neighborhood

would break the back
of the insurgency.

My office, Uncle.

Ahmed will brief you
about the groundbreaking.

Uncle...

I won't be a pariah

or a criminal.

I want those stocks of gas
destroyed immediately.

Colonel Mahmoud

has assets inside Ma'an.

He'll find you a target.

And I don't mean civilians.

Yes, Mr. President.

You would never have dared
say those things

in front of my brother.

Even though he's not here,

I keep his voice inside my head
for safekeeping.

Yes, Mr. President.

(door opens)

(door closes)

What's going on over there?

MOLLY: The Chinese are
taking over our old embassy.

I just miss you guys.

We miss you, too.

Are you writing your father?

Yup. Every day.

What are you saying?

Uh, that I understand
why he did what he did

and that I'm proud of him
no matter what happens.

Sammy...

What?

I'm saying exactly
what you tell me to say.

Not that it matters
'cause he's probably

not getting them anyway,
so I...

Honey, I got to go.

Listen to me.

Our job is to never
give up hope.

Sammy?

Yup, I know.

I'll call you back
after Emma gets home, okay?

I love you.

I love you, too, Mom.

Nothing.

They won't budge, and I'm not
welcome back there anymore.

I spoke to a lawyer
from Amnesty this afternoon.

They're circulating
a petition on Barry's behalf.

Ten Nobel Peace Prize winners
have already signed.

Uh, I'm waiting to hear back

from the woman at the U.N.
Commission on Human Rights.

Oh, and I wrote a letter

to the Canadian ambassador...

What? You think this is useless?

No. You're right
to keep pushing.

You must never give up...

Never give up hope.

I know, yeah.

You're poisoning
my son against me.

Whispering in his ear
about leaving Abbudin

to open a sweet chic
little hotel.

What are you talking about?

London?

It wasn't your idea?

No.

This is the first
I've heard of it.

I'm making him
Minister of Energy Development,

and he tells me
he wants to move away.

I assumed you put him up to it.

Why would I do that?

You know I know the deal.

I wouldn't call it that.

You raped me
at your own son's wedding,

and then you killed my father
for defending my honor.

And I'll never say
a word of any of it

or speak against the family
because of this--

your grandchild.

And this baby, my
baby, is your heir

after Ahmed.

LEILA:
Jamal?

That's the deal, isn't it?

You wrote the terms.

You want this deal,
you keep your husband in line.

What are you two
doing out here?

Oh.

(laughs)

He's kicking.

Only when he hears
his grandfather.

LEILA:
Come, we need to approve

the seating chart
for tomorrow night.

I want it to be just right.

It will be.

Put Ahmed next to
the Chinese ambassador.

He needs to develop
that relationship.

And I'll put Nusrat
next to the wife

of the Minister
of Culture.

It's good
she's managed to move past

the unpleasant business
with her father

and take her place
in the family.

She's a pragmatic woman.

Colonel Mahmoud
found the target.

I need your approval.

Tell me.

Ihab's weapons depot,
above a dress shop.

That sounds promising.

Proportionate, anyway.

Then I approve.

Where are we putting Tariq?

Set the date, Jamal.

It's time to end this.

Tariq put you
up to this.

So what if he did?

I put Bassam on trial,

asked for the
death sentence.

I've done everything
I said I would do,

and I will do this,
too, in my own time.

I have another color.

Excuse me.

I'm looking for my daughter.

Where is she?

Samira.

Your father's downstairs.

These were just
delivered by Amnesty.

The Dutch government granted us
political refugee status.

Amsterdam?

I can write from there.

I'll fight from there.

Amnesty's funding a journal
for dissident voices,

and they want me to run it.

A journal for the Europeans to
feel better about themselves.

This is where the fight is.

Your insurgency?

Yes.

You may not approve,
but Jamal's left us no choice.

This is slow-motion suicide.

We killed seven soldiers today.

And twice as many
the week before.

That's a stalemate with no end
where everybody loses.

And even if you would win,
what happens then?

Half of you are Islamists,
the other half is liberals.

What will it be?

Democracy or theocracy?

We can argue about
what kind of country

this is going to be
after the Al Fayeeds are gone.

We would let the
people decide.

It's the one thing
we all agree on--

self-determination.

Tell me, where were your
friends in Amsterdam

when Jamal outlawed Ihab's
party and stole the elections?

Or when he shut off the
Internet and sent his soldiers

to hunt us like animals?

Have the last six
months changed me?

Yes.

Yes, because the world
has changed.

And I'm not going to get
my country back

by writing articles
in Amsterdam!

I'm afraid for you.

I'm afraid, too.

But your friend Bassam,

he is still fighting.

So how can we stop?

How can you stop?

(gunshot)

How come

I'm the last one
to find out

that I'm the wife

of the new
Minister of Energy Development?

Doesn't it strike you
a little absurd?

How am I qualified
to be minister of anything?

Your father believes
in your potential.

(laughs):
My potential?

Yes.

For what? Killing insurgents?

Convincing the same tribes we've
been killing for generations

that we don't hate them anymore
because we're building

an oil refinery in Ma'an?

Where is this coming from?

From him.

Our child.

I mean,
what if we have a boy?

Maybe another year or two,
we have another son.

What if one tries
to overthrow the other?

This is about your uncle.

My uncle,

your father, Ihab Rashid.

All we know here is blood
and violence and revenge.

It's what we do.
Ahmed...

Look at me.

I can't even kill
a bottle of whiskey at 20 paces.

I'm not good at this.

This isn't me.

This isn't the life I want.

And after what my father
did to yours...

...I can't see why
you would want it either.

We have enough money
to live wherever we want.

Do you really think

that your father
will just let you leave?

His only son?

He'll disinherit you.

This life we have, it
didn't cost you anything.

But I paid for it.

Everything...

that I had was
taken from me.

This baby is

an Al Fayeed.

And I want him... or her...

to have whatever that means.

I know that it seems like
a funny kind of revenge...

...but it's all I have.

SAMIRA:
Jamal thinks his refinery

will give him legitimacy.

IHAB:
Let him build it.

We'll just
tear it down.

(explosion in distance)
What's happening?

Wait here.
Ihab...

Wait here!

(explosion)

(people shouting, clamoring)

(woman screaming)

Our weapons!
(grunts)

Our weapons.
(panting)

Hey!
Malik!

Musa sold us out!

Musa is no traitor.

Ibrahim caught him

leaving Ma'an
half an hour ago.

With his wife.

I swear to God,
I didn't sell you out.

Bullshit!

Malik told us
everything you said!

So it's true.

It's true.

I don't want to become a martyr
to a hopeless cause.

We'll never have enough bullets
or bombs to beat Jamal.

I'm only saying out loud

what each and every one of us
is already thinking!

We're dying for nothing!

The people
are getting tired

of the raids and
the checkpoints.

And they're
blaming us.

And look at us!

We're turning on each other.

You can kill me,

but whoever betrayed you
will still be out there.

Musa...

I believe you.

I know that
you are no traitor. No.

You don't have...

don't have the balls
to be a traitor.

(sobbing)

Go to Beirut.

Go.

To Beirut.

Anyone else who wants
to go with him,

you can go now.

I-I won't stop you.

Jamal Al Fayeed--

he can take all our weapons.

I will get new weapons.

We will keep

striking him
and striking him

until he falls.

AMIRA:
Allow her to see Bassam.

No harm can
come of it.

She's still the mother
of your niece and nephew,

and they are still your family.

Since when did you become
her advocate?

We've spent some
time together...

Mm.
...in the last
few months.

Didn't know that.

It's made it easier
for us both,

to have someone
to talk to.

Please, stop
looking at her.

Zero contact.

That was my explicit order.

Now, please...

just leave.

Think about it.

(door opens)

(door closes)

You're torturing everyone
with your indecision.

Including yourself.

Including Bassam,
for whom I'm sure this wait

is no favor.
Don't cross me.

I told you...
Al Jazeera.

Those monkeys
are calling you Hamlet.

The president
who cannot make up his mind.

We are hosting
a state dinner.

It's supposed to be
a celebration.

I can't very well
kill my brother

while our guests
are here.

Then do it before.

Make the arrival
of the Chinese your deadline.

Otherwise,
this will go on forever.

And how will the pain go away?

How will it ever
be better, Jamal?

MOLLY: Stop me if I've already
told you this story.

Barry and I went
to Paris, like...

six months after
we got married.

I haven't heard
this one.

Romantic, but on the cheap.

One of those hotel rooms

where you roll off the bed
right into the toilet.

April in Paris.

It was maybe 30 degrees,
snowed every day.

(laughs)
Some bad trip karma.

(sniffles)

Yeah.

I have that problem.

If I close my eyes,

I can almost remember
I came here

to go to a wedding.

And now...

(exhales)

I think the message is...

"stay home."

(sniffles)

(door bangs open)

Let's go.
MOLLY:
Exley?

Time to go.

Exley...

(door opens)

I told you,
I'm not playing anymore!

(chuckles)

Hi.

Hey.

(sighs)

I missed you.

I was sure I was never
gonna see you again.

Barry...

it's over.

Tomorrow morning,

they're carrying out
your sentence.

Hey.

Molly.

It's okay.

All right?

I'm ready.

(sighs)

Um, they're making me
leave tonight.

There's a plane.

Do the kids know?

The soldiers took my phone
before I could call them.

When you see them,
tell them

that their letters
kept me sane.

Okay?

Or... saner than
I would've been.

I will.

They love you so much.

Did, um...

did Sammy sign up
for the SAT?

It's coming up
soon, right?

Yeah, I'm on it.
Jenna's on it.
Okay.

(sniffles)
My practice,

uh, the partnership

agreement's in the
safe in my office.

Lorraine's got
the combination.

And for all of
the legal side,

you got to talk
to Rachel Wilson.

She's...
I know. I know.

I made a list.

I'm gonna take care
of everything.

Okay?

I feel like there's so much
I want to tell you,

I don't know where to start.

Could you just...

tell me that...
you forgive me?

Or that you understand
why I did what I did.

(sighs)

Everybody lies in
this place but you.

(chuckles softly)

Everything you said
Jamal would do, he's done.

Outlawed free speech,
the opposition...

But, Barry...

you've inspired the people.

Free Bassam.

Free Abbudin.

You've become a symbol.

So, what happened,

what you did...

...your life will have mattered.

Your death won't
have been in vain.

I'm sorry I made
a mess of us.

No.
(door opens)

No.

GUARD:
It's time.

No.

You said five minutes.

You said five minutes, please.
Please.

It's been five minutes.
No.

No, no.
Please. Please.

Please, no.

I love you.

Barry, I love you.
I love you.

I love you.
I love you.
(sobs)

Okay. Hold on.

I love you.

Molly?

(door closes)

*

(gasping)

(jet engines whirring)

*

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*

*

*

(retches)

(sobbing)

*

Tonight's going to be
a greater night

than your father
ever had.

The world is going
to take notice of us.

AMIRA:
Where is he?

Oh, not now.

Amira, please, don't do this.

You're as much to
blame as he is.

You murdered...

Right this way.

Thank you.

(sobbing):
You murdered your brother.

You just killed him.

You didn't tell me.

My son...

Who tried to steal the
place of your other son.

And you celebrate
the same night!

Only a monster would do that.

Apparently, you have
trouble figuring out

who the real monster is.

Please take her
out of here.

Amira.

(Amira sobbing)

Mr. Ambassador.

Madam.

(speaks Chinese)

Welcome to Abbudin.

We've been looking forward
to your visit.

Media's swarming the gate.

We're gonna meet your family
on the tarmac.

(clears throat softly)

Need a minute?

I just need to see my kids.

He told me to tell you

how much he loves you both.

NEWS READER:
The Taliban claimed
responsibility

for the attack
that killed 17 mourners

in a funeral procession

outside Peshawar.

Earlier this morning
in Abbudin,

the government announced

that Bassam Al Fayeed
has been executed.

The American citizen
was convicted last month

for inciting a failed coup
against his brother,

President Jamal Al Fayeed.

The arrest led to a...

FAUZI:
You have to wake up.

Wake up from whatever
dream you're in.

There's no hope
here anymore,

only chaos or tyranny.

Father...
You don't have
to say anything.

Just use it
whenever you want.

I know it's not the
home we hoped for,

but it can be home enough.

(door creaks open, closes)

Maybe you should go with him.

Don't.

Samira.

Maybe your
father is right.

Maybe there isn't
any winning anymore.

(exhales)

I'm not going to watch you die.
I'm not going to.

Shh. Hey.

Listen, this is my home.

You are my home.

I won't run away.

We need to keep faith.

We'll find an opening.

Jamal will make a mistake.

Hey.

We're going to live a long life.

Hmm.

(man panting)

How long will this take, Arif?

Not long.

Go.

(coughing)

Jamal.

You're not dead, Bassam.

At least not yet.

Wha...?

Arif sedated you,

switched you with another
enemy of the state

who had an appointment
with the gallows.

(scoffs)

Why didn't you just let me hang?

I could have forgiven you
for killing me, Bassam.

Really, I could have.

But making me kill you,

that I could have never
forgiven you for.

Your blood won't be on my hands.

This land you betrayed me for,
your own brother,

I give it to you.

All of it.

Let the land you claim
to love so much...

take care of you.

Jamal.

(helicopter engine whirring)
Jamal.

Jamal.

Jamal.

*

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Media Access Group at WGBH