All language subtitles for Tyrant (2014) - S02E04 - A House Built on Sand (1080p AMZN WEB-DL x265 Silence)_track3_[eng]

Previously on Tyrant...
NUSRAT: You raped me,

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.

My baby is your heir
after Ahmed.

That's the deal,
isn't it?

I am appointing you Minister
of Energy Development.

I don't know anything
about the oil business.

You will learn.

Uh, Sammy,
this is James Timmons.

He's an attorney.

He's helping me
with Dad's estate.

JAMES:
The terms of the trust specify

that the money passes

along the male line.

Samuel has inherited
$100 million.

You didn't tell
us your name.

Khalil.

What if the government
find out

that we are harboring
a fugitive?

They won't,
because no one

in this room
will say anything.

Ahmos is my husband.

This is our son,
Ghani.

I'm his second wife.

(explosion thunders,
villagers scream)

AHMOS: Yesterday in Ma'an,
a thousand people dead.

Al Fayeed is denying it,
of course,

blaming Ihab Rashid,
but everyone knows the truth.

Jamal Al Fayeed did this.
Because of Ihab.

Because we were foolish
enough to support you.

It's over, so pack
your things and leave.

(muezzin chanting over speaker)

(chanting):
Allahu Akbar.

Allahu Akbar.

Allahu Akbar.

How long will you stay with us?

I'm not sure.

You like living here?

Yeah, I do.

So maybe you should stay.

DALIYAH:
Ghani?

I've been waiting for you
in the dairy shed.

You were supposed
to help me make yogurt.

I'm helping Khalil.

Ghani, please.

Ghani, please.

I've been looking forward to it.

Go on.

(sighs heavily)

(chickens clucking)

He has been distancing himself
lately from his mother,

I think because
she's leaving.

Daliyah's leaving?

For Germany.

She's been accepted
at a program

to bring solar power
to our village.

We have too much sunshine
and not enough electricity.

Khalil, sit with me.

Khalil...

The people coming for Daliyah,

they are from the government.

You should keep your head down
until they leave.

TAJ:
I'm sorry.

It's... it's stale.

Amazing how quickly

we've learned
to live like rats.

It's, uh...
it's not for long.

I need you to go
to the leather shop

on El-Shaikh Zayed.

I want you to ask for
Salim Tawfeek.

And give him this.

And say what?

"Here is a photo
of the most wanted man

in the whole of Abuddin"?

Salim is a forger

I've been talking to.

You give this to him,

and you wait for him to
finish with my documents.

(coughs)

When you have...
(clears throat)

...my visa and my
passport in your hand,

you come straight
back here.

You don't stop.
You don't talk to anyone.

Do you know what to do?

Easy.

Good.

(man praying
in local language)

(various overlapping,
indistinct conversations)

I'm so sorry about your mother.

She was a
wonderful woman.

Dr. El-Hashem
gave her the best care.

You were talking to her doctor?

Of course.

I tried to make it
back in time,

but I was a day
too late.

You were a wonderful son.

You were the best son.

She was so proud of you.

Before you leave again--

and I've given this
a great deal of thought--

I want you to meet your father.

I've been lucky
to have you in my life.

But I've been fine without him.

And he's been fine without me.

Only because
he didn't know you existed.

It's time for him
to learn he has

another son.

DOCTOR:
See that?

That's the baby's spine.

Those are the ribs,
those tiny little things there.

And that's the
baby's hand.

Is that the heart?

Normal rhythm.

Fetal heart rate:

158 beats per minute.

Can you tell us the child's sex?

If it's all right
with the parents.

Of course it's all right
with the parents.

It's a boy.

We're gonna have a son.

A son.

Oh. Mother.

What a surprise.

I'm sure you understand.

It's... it's going to take me

some... some time.

So you came to forgive me
or to berate me?

This morning, I went to see
the son of a friend.

He won the Sabre of Honour

when he graduated
from Sandhurst,

and now he's
a commander

on the United Nations
Peacekeeping Force.

Mm.

Sounds like
a remarkable young man.

I was at his mother's funeral.

Okay.

Very sorry.

What?

She was Safaa Said.

Safaa...

she died?

Uh...

You were

at her funeral?

I've kept in touch with her
for the last 25 years.

While forbidding me
from seeing her?

That was your father.

I did it to take care of her
and her child.

Doesn't he have a father
to look after him?

His father never knew
he existed.

He walked away
before the boy was born.

Not because he wanted to...

No, no, no, no.

(laughs)

You are lying.

He is lying,
someone is lying here.

He's your son.

If I had known
she was pregnant...

Nothing would
have changed.

Your father wouldn't have
allowed it.

A poor girl from Ma'an.
A Rashid cousin.

It would have been my choice.

I'm sorry.

I did the only thing
that was in my power to do.

I took care of him for you.

Why now?

Why are you turning my life
upside down?

Because your father is dead.

Because your brother is dead.

Because our lives have
suddenly become so very tenuous.

It's time
you met him, Jamal.

And he met you.

Just go away.

Jamal...
Go away.

Oh, it's...

it's useless.

Can't sleep.

All those faces,
staring at me...

I just can't stop thinking
that we're abandoning them.

We fought

as hard as we could.

There is nothing left
for us to do.

Except run away.

(pounding at door)

Ihab, it's Taj.
Open up.

Oh, come in, come here.

Where are
the documents?

Where are the
documents?
What's wrong?

They threatened
to kill my family.

No! No! Samira!

No!
Samira!

(grunts)

I'm sorry.

(indistinct conversations)

*

Up.

Abu Omar.

I should have
known it was you.

You know him?

Ihab and I are old friends

from our university days
in Cairo.

Friends?

No.

I think of you as my friend.

Of course,
we've taken different paths.

I have all this, and you've

lost everything.

You look hungry.

My wife will get
you some food.

This way.

Please.

It's-it's okay, it's okay.

(birds chirping)

Sorry for the rough treatment.

I wasn't sure you'd accept

a more formal
invitation.

(sighs)

What do you want?

I want to help you
liberate Abuddin

from the apostate Al Fayeeds.

Finish the job
your father started

30 years ago.

I'm done fighting.
Done?

No.

From where I'm standing,
you haven't even begun.

Ahmed,
the Chinese ambassador mentioned

they are waiting
for you to sign off

on their proposal.

I'm still working through it.

They sent it to you last week.

It's nearly 300 pages.

Then wake up earlier
and go to bed later.

If you want,
I can go over it with you.

No.

I'll take care of it.

Good.

I also wanted to
give you something.

Oh.

Yes, your mother told me.

It's wonderful news.

It's a boy.

I never knew I'd be so happy
to have a son.

Congratulations.

(door opens, closes)

(exhales)

(clears throat)

(line ringing)

AMIRA:
Hello.

Mother.

I...

I want to see him.

Will you bring him to me?

(doorbell rings)

Hey.

Did I mess up the date?

I thought we were having dinner
tomorrow night.
We are.

Can I come in?

Yeah, of course.
Sorry.

We just had dinner,
but I can reheat

something up for you
if you're hungry.

Oh, no, thank you. I ate.

Hey!
Good evening.

So, what's going on?

Did you find
my Lady Al Fayeed trust?

I'm still working on that.
SAMMY: Excuse her,
she's still mad

that I'm getting that
$100 million for having

a Y chromosome. Sorry.
(chuckles)

So, uh, there's
been a development

in Sammy's case, and we
need to discuss next steps.

Next steps?

JAMES: Uh, I'm not sure yet
who initiated this,

but the legal team
representing the Al Fayeed trust

is contesting the will.

Uh, what does that mean?

Well, the issue lies in the
question of whether the money

ever passed to your father

after the death
of Khaled Al Fayeed.

Okay, so how do I get it?

You need to
appear in court.

In Abuddin.

Their law requires a
personal court appearance.

Well, the last time I checked,

we weren't allowed
back in that country.

We can apply for an exemption...

Sammy's not
going back to Abuddin.

Um...

Look, I know
you're disappointed,

but there's no way
you're going back there.

Okay, but this is my inheritance
from my father...

And I'm your mother, and it's
my job to keep you safe.

I'm not gonna put you
at risk for $100 million

or $100 billion.
O... Okay.

Can we at least talk about it?
We just did.

You're not going
back to Abuddin.

Wow.

Okay.

Since when are you the dictator
of this family, Mom?

Sammy...

I'm just... I'm gonna go
finish my homework in my room.

I'm sorry about that.

No, it's...

I figured it was
a sensitive subject.

That's why I wanted
to do it in person.

I didn't realize how sensitive.

We got on a plane a year ago
to go to a wedding.

We can't go back.

They're here for Daliyah.

Your father is a fool.

A beautiful wife and
he's sending her away?

I think Daliyah's beauty
is crowding our mother's nest.

Shut up, Kasim.

What do you
think, Khalil?

It's not my place.

But you have an opinion.

Well, I think it's a good idea.

I think it'll bring jobs
to the village.

Your meat won't go bad
and you'll stop getting sick.

BASHIR: I'd rather be sick
than lose my wife.

Let a curious woman like
her out into the world,

she may never come back.

Once she leaves here,
forget about her.

What the hell?

What's wrong with you?
Are you crazy?

That's good milk!

(grunts)

Hey, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Let go of me!
Ghani, wait.

Ghani!

KASIM:
Kid's a freak.

(sighs)

Mr. President.

(clears throat)

I'm sure this is
awkward for you.

It is for me.

But I'm happy to meet you.

I thought you
might start by...

by giving Rami
a tour of the palace.

Mm. Good idea.

Every one of these tiles
was hand-laid.

This room, specifically,

took over a year
to complete.

You would think growing up
in a place like this

would be amazing, but...

not really.

(chuckles quietly)

(sighs deeply)

Uh... you probably
don't like me very much.

My mother always said
nice things about you.

I never understood
why she wasn't angry.

She would have had
every right to be.

But she wasn't.

She loved you.

She was a Rashid
and I was an Al Fayeed.

Even before it started,
our relationship was impossible.

We tried to run
away together,

like in the movies.

To leave Abuddin
for good.

I bribed a merchant
marine from Mumbai

to let us stow away.

We were supposed
to meet him at a café,

but he never showed up.

My father did though.

He beat me,

knocked out
three of my teeth.

He said it
would be worse

if we ever saw
each other again.

I never knew about you.

But you were there.

You must have been.

You look like her.

She always said
I look like you.

No, you have her eyes.

She had...
very kind eyes.

Do you shoot?

Of course you do.

You're a soldier.

Well, let's see if you
inherited my skills.

(gunfire)

You didn't say
you had perfect aim.

You didn't ask.

Where did
that happen?

Um, Darfur.

Tell me.

(chuckles softly)

I prefer not to talk about it.

LEILA: Jamal, I've been
looking for you.

Ahmed's been waiting for you
to review the job reports.

Hello.

Meet Rami Said.

Rami, this is
my wife, Leila.

Of course.

It's a... a pleasure.

My pleasure.

Rami is originally
from Abuddin.

Now he's the commander of the UN
peacekeeping force in Mogadishu.

Actually, Mogadishu
was my last deployment.

Right now I'm recruiting
member nations to form

a rapid reaction force
in Burundi.

Wow. Impressive.

JAMAL:
Yes.

He's like a superhero.
(chuckles)

I doubt that.

How do you two know each other?

Well, I make it my business

to know Abuddin's finest.

It must have been very difficult
for you.

Hiding in your own homeland,
being hunted like an animal.

Every day...

you're afraid that someone
will break through your door

and shoot you
in the head

or drag you
off to prison.

So where will you go?

Amsterdam.

Where my father is.

Where your father ran away.

The Europeans,
they all talk about tolerance

and free speech,
but it doesn't include us.

You're running to the very life
I ran away from.

So don't fool yourself
into believing

that Amsterdam will ever be
a home to you.

But... you don't need me
to tell you that.

IHAB:
Abu Omar.

You have changed.

Two years in Mubarak's
prison changed me.

Still, I would never do
what you do.

What? Give the people
a government?

One that actually works?

We give them jobs

and require
only that they follow God's law.

You behead photographers,
journalists, teachers...

Infidels on the wrong side
of history.

And it's been working.

Just like it will work
in Abuddin.

Oh...

(whispers):
It's barbaric.

Barbaric.

It's war.

Between the House of Islam

and the House
of the Unbeliever.

You need
to pick a side.

Did I tell you he was shot?

An inch further to the left,
and he'd be a dead man.

Yes, you told me.

Leila, he's the kind of man
we need around.

I had an idea today.

I'm thinking
maybe I should offer him

a position in the army.

Well, you told me
he was a war hero,

but you didn't tell me
he was a Rashid.

Maybe you forgot.

You seemed so taken
with him,

I had Tariq run
a background check.

Um, I'm not
taken with him.

He's a Rashid.

A distant cousin
by marriage.

He doesn't identify with them.

He's lived his entire life
abroad.

What's going on, Jamal?

Clearly, there's something
you're not telling me.

You think you
know everything.

You can't just walk away
from me like that.

I know you're hiding something.

I know when you're lying.
I know you too well.

He's my son.

He is my son.

Your son.

Yes.

I'm sorry. Uh...

What does that even mean?

It was before us, before...

before you and me.

So you've been lying to me
all these years?

No. I didn't know about him
until earlier today.

My mother kept
him from me.

She is the liar.

One of... probably a...

a dozen bastard children show up

with your meddling mother,
and you...

you want to make him
a member of our family.

He is an extraordinary man.

He's an extraordinary man
without you, Jamal.

Without you.

I know you've been unfaithful.

But we had an agreement,

an understanding.

But to bring him home
and rub it in my face...

You are overreacting.

And you are being naive.

I have given you... everything.

(sobs softly)

I have given you everything,
Jamal.

But all you ever do
is think about yourself.

Jamal wants
and Jamal needs...

He's my son.

You have one son. One.

Your bastard child
is not welcome in my home.

I will make my decision.

I will make the right decision,
and the world will live with it.

SAMMY: Come on!
EMMA: What are you

video-ing me for? Stop it.
SAMMY: "Video-ing."

That's a word, right?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
(jabbering, playfully taunting)

All right, let's go.
How does this feel?

EMMA: Look, Mom is actually
doing the dishes.

(Emma chuckles)

SAMMY:
I'm driving Grandma home.

Okay.

DALIYAH:
Ghani? Ghani?

Have you seen Ghani?
He's been gone all afternoon.

Munir told me
what happened at the shed.

No, I haven't seen him since.

I need to find my son

so I can tell him
I'm not going anywhere.

I was crazy
to think this would ever work.

I don't think it was crazy...

Who are you to give me advice?

AHMOS:
Daliyah.

He tells me to leave

when his own family
doesn't know he's alive,

hiding in a place

that isn't even his home.

Ghani!

I'm sorry.

She shouldn't
have spoken to you

like that.

SAMMY:
Hey, Emma?

Hmm?
Some dude's been creeping
on my profile.

He's checked it, like,
three times in the last hour.

Well, maybe it's
your BF Abdul.

Is that why you want to go
back to Abuddin so bad?
Mm...

No, it's not him. And that's
not why I want to go back.

Mm-hmm.

Okay. You actually do have

a stalker from Abuddin.

MOLLY:
Hey.

Uh, can I talk to you

for a second?

Yeah. I'll give
you guys a minute.

Listen, I'm sorry
I got so upset before.

I know you've been through
a lot, but I-I have, too.

I know that.

We're just
starting to get

our lives back, figuring out
how to be a family again.

I know.
But you're not hearing me.

They've already taken so much
away from us.

I'm not letting them take this.

They can take so much more
from you than that.

Anyway, it's blood money.

Yeah, but it's mine.

And I'm still an-an Al Fayeed.

Half of me, anyway.

And you may not like that,
but it's true.

Anyway, I-I have homework.

BARRY: Your mother's got the
whole village looking for you.

She's worried about you.

No, she isn't.

What do you mean?
Of course she is.

She loves you.

Why is she leaving me?

Because she loves you.

Because she wants you
to have a future here.

You and everyone
in the village.

Ghani, I promise you

she's gonna
come back to you.

DALIYAH: How did you know
where to find him?

We had a whole

conversation
about hiding places.

(grunts)

Your son asks
a lot of questions.

That's because you're the
only one who answers them.

You're the only one who doesn't
get mad at him for asking.

He's a good kid.

You're good with him.

Your children, they were lucky
to have you as a father.

I was not always there for them
when they were Ghani's age.

I was a different person
than I am now.

I'm sorry

for what I said before.

I had no right
to speak to you that way.

You were upset.

Still.

I am sorry.

Well, I am not sorry
for what I said

about the solar program.

You could make a real difference
to people's lives here.

If you change your mind...

I'll watch over Ghani
while you're gone.

I can't ask you to do that.

You're not asking me.

Six months is a long time,
and life here isn't perfect.

Life isn't perfect anywhere.

But I will stay here
until you come back.

My son won't replace yours.

No, of course not.

That's, um...

That's way too big.

But this is... this is small.

This is something I can do.

So they just clear out cafes
for you?

(chuckles softly)

Ask all the paying customers
to leave

just so you can have
a cup of coffee?

(chuckles softly)

We could have had coffee
anywhere.

This cafe...

was the last place
I saw your mother.

I've been thinking, Rami,

about you,

your future.

Maybe you should consider
staying here.

In Abuddin?

If you stay, I'll make you...

a very powerful man
in the army--

second-in-command.

This isn't why my grandmother
introduced me to you, is it?

I had no intention
of asking you for a job.

You're not asking. I'm offering.

(sighs)

I'm your father.

This is your home.

My home?

I have no home.

Both sides of my family--
the Al Fayeeds and the Rashids--

have been fighting
since before I was born.

You are asking me
to choose a side.

There are no sides anymore.

The fighting is over.

Because you gassed Ma'an.

It's complicated.

I can't reconcile
being two people at once.

That's why I left.

It's, uh,
why I need to leave now,

but thank you for the offer.

It was a pleasure
to finally meet you.

You are...

not the man I expected.

Can't sleep?

(inhales deeply)

(sighs)

You're thinking about Abu Omar?

Hmm.

Mm.

Me, too.

What kind of... person

drives people out
of their homes, and...

tortures...

slaughters innocent people?

Oh, these-these things
that he does.

What kind of person
does those things?

I could.

If Abu Omar...

can open the palace gates

so I can slit the throat
of Jamal Al Fayeed,

then I will go with him.

Why wouldn't I?

After all the blood
he's spilled.

Abuddin is our home.

And this...

is our last chance
to make a stand.

So I could do
those things.

And so could you.

I'm on your side.
Sure doesn't feel like it.

It's the law that's
on Sammy's side.

Can I make him stay?

Yes, you can
kidnap him.

(scoffs)

He's gonna be 18,
and as soon as he is,

he can pretty much do
whatever he wants.

At least for now,
you got the wolf by the ear.

So there's no way
I can keep my son safe?

You can go with him.

I promised Barry
we would never go back there.

Sammy didn't make that promise,

and from what I'm getting,
sooner or later, he's going,

with or without you.

If it makes a difference,
I'll be there with you.

I mean, technically,
Sammy's my client, but...

You would do that?

Yeah. One of the
advantages of being

a widowed, self-employed
empty-nester.

Look, when he goes,

you don't want him resenting you
for not being with him.

He's already lost one parent.

(scoffs)

AHMOS:
I am so proud of you, Daliyah.

You'll send me reports.

I want to know
how it's going.
Yes.

Yes. Ahmos, stop.

(sniffles)

When I come back,
I will be a solar engineer,

and I'm going to build you
a house with your own bedroom.

Will we be able to switch
the lights whenever we want?

We'll have light all the time.

Lots of light.

AHMOS:
Come...

or you'll miss your plane.

(sniffles)

*

(engine starts)

I decided you were right.

Rami should go.

It's the best thing for me,
the best thing for all of us.

So, good luck to him,
wherever he goes next.

Did you love her?

Rami's mother.

Did you love her?

Yes, um, I did, very much.

The world
could have ended around us,

and we wouldn't have noticed.

But we were young.

Children playing
a fairytale romance.

Yes, I remember that feeling.

Really?

We never talk
about these things.

Who was he?

No one.

You don't know him.

(door opens)
AHMED:
The numbers don't add up.

One month, the Chinese plan
on employing 13,000 people.

The next month, those
numbers drop by half that.

(sighs)

They are
construction jobs, Ahmed.

That's the month we plan

to have the local
housing project completed.

Those jobs

were always temporary.

Oh.

It's... it's confusing.

Well, let's go through this
together, me and you.

(line ringing)

LEA:
Lea Exley.

Remember when you and the entire
State Department assured me

you'd do anything within your
power to guarantee my safety?

I need you to facilitate travel.

I'm going back to Abuddin.

WOMAN (German accent):
You will be studying with women

from all over the world--

Pakistan, India,
Africa, Malaysia--

but you will be the first
solar engineer from Abuddin.

MAN:
This is Sergeant Aziz.

I have the minister with me.
Please come in, base seven.

This is Sergeant Aziz.
Please come in.

WOMAN: Who's that?
What is happening?

MAN (over radio):
This is base seven. Go ahead.
(men shouting)

I repeat, this is base seven.
Come in.

(shouting continues)

(woman screams)

(gunfire)

(shouting continues)

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