All language subtitles for Tyrant (2014) - S02E06 - The Other Brother (1080p AMZN WEB-DL x265 Silence)_track3_[eng]

Previously on Tyrant...
IHAB: The sons of Tal Jiza

will become soldiers
in the Army of the Caliphate.

Oh, shit.

Please look after my sons.

I'm not going with
the Caliphate; I have to leave.

You ran away from your family.

Now I ask you a favor,
you run away from me.

If you want her,
take her.

No.

Bring her.
No.

No!

Meet Rami Said.

Rami, this is my wife, Leila.

How do you two know each other?

He's your son.

If you stay,

I'll make you

a very powerful man in the army.

I need to leave now,
but thank you for the offer.

TIMMONS:
The legal team

representing the Al Fayeed trust
is contesting the will.

You need to appear

in court,

in Abuddin.

These men have come
to destroy my country.

I can't keep running anymore.
But what will you do?

BARRY:
Whatever God's will
allows me to do.

REPORTER: After three days
of intense fighting

and with its
military base overrun,

sources are today confirming

that the Abuddinian city

of Ma'an has fallen
to the Caliphate.

Government troops protecting
the Ma'an oil field

were unable to stop

the advance of the radical group

now said to control
over 90% of the city while...

FEMALE REPORTER:
And its new leader,

self-proclaimed Emir of Abuddin,
Ihab Rashid.

AHMED:
Two fighter jets,

three attack choppers
and a cargo transporter

destroyed or disabled
by their anti-aircraft.

With what was seized
at the base,

it amounts to roughly a third
of our air force.

LEILA:
Did you have anything to eat?

I can have the kitchen
prepare something for you.

I don't want anything.

Then you should at least
get some rest.

Dr. Radwan can
prescribe you something.

Stop haranguing me, Leila.

You see what's happening,
what I'm dealing with.

I'm meeting with the Chinese.

Food and sleep are the least
of my concerns.

Then you should at least
consider a shower

and some fresh clothes.

(sighs)

(indistinct chatter)

(helicopter blades whirring)

No! No!

Where are your people?

(gasping)
There's no one else.

We know your

Banu Zahra clan is still
giving us trouble,

so I'll ask you again.
(electricity buzzing)

Where are they hiding?

(groaning)

(buzzing continues)

No.

(groaning)

(electricity buzzing)
(screaming)

(groans, gasping)

You have all my people.

(crying)

The rest are with Allah.

Cheer up.

You'll be reunited
with them tomorrow

when we hang you.

That's more than enough time

for Uthal to get the truth.

SOLDIER:
Abu Omar.

You have been gone for days.

Tell me you have something.

We found Faisel.

He and his man are dead.

That Khalil who kidnapped
Faisel's wife,

he did this?

We think so.

Something else.
Uh-huh?

Faisel's hand was cut off,

but it's not with the bodies.

IHAB:
You have all been cheated

for far too long

from refinery managers

who collaborated
with the Al Fayeeds.

From now on,

the workers will get 20 cents
on the dollar.

(cheering)

This won't do any good, Baba.

I have to try to
reason with him.

Good work.

AHMOS:
With utmost respect,

I appeal to your mercy

and your sense of justice.
Go. Let's go.

You heard him.
Let's go. Let's move.

Abu Omar

has claimed my wife, Daliyah,

as his own.

She is, by all rights,
still mine.

Please...

accept this money

in return for her.

It may not seem much to you,

but this is all the money
I have in the world.

I can get more, if
that's what it takes.

Please take it.

Please give me back

my Daliyah.

Your wife is safe with us.

Abu Omar is simply
reeducating her

on how she can best serve Allah.

So keep your money.

You're going to need it
to rebuild your village,

rebuild your home; keep it.

You already have
my two oldest sons,

Munir and Kasim,

fighting for you,
loyal to you.

But my youngest, Ghani,

he still needs his mother.

KASIM:
Father.

You heard him.

You have to go.

Your wife, she's...

she's serving
a higher cause now.

Kasim,

you know this is wrong.

Come on. Come.

Father, please,
just go, okay?

Please, just...

Okay? Just go.

What are you after?

Money? Take it!

It's all I have!
It's me.

Khalil?
Let's go.

Come on.

I've been in the
city for three days.

I was beginning to think
I wouldn't find you.

But you ran away.

I thought this wasn't my fight.

But I was wrong.

I have to find the resistance.

So, not a coward after
all, then, huh?

(chuckles)

But you're not a soldier,
either, Khalil, are you?

Who are you?

Really.

Someone who's tired of running
from this place.

I spent too much of my life
doing that.

I'm joining my cousins
in the east of the city,

the Banu Zahra clan.

They're putting up
the biggest fight.

I can take you to them.

Ahmos, I promise I'll do
whatever I can here.

Go back to your village.

Go back to Nasrin
and Ghani.

How can I return to Ghani
without his mother?

No.

I'm not leaving this city
without her.

(woman sobbing)

This is a temporary setback.

Our army

can retake Ma'an,
I assure you.

Like you assured me
this man, Rashid,

would be caught
after my wife was shot?

Like you assured me

he would never reach
the oil refinery

he now controls?

He won't be able to hold it,

not if your country gives us
the weapons we need,

and which you are obligated
to provide.

We have no such obligation.

TARIQ:
Actually, you do, Ambassador.

Per the terms of our treaty,

China would provide us
J-20 fighter jets,

WZ-551 armored
assault vehicles...

All I'm asking

is an advance.

Those terms

were defined as military support

to protect your borders

against foreign threats.

My government refuses
to be drawn

into your civil war.

These are foreign invaders.

And we have a signed
defense pact.

Contingent upon you holding
your country together.

Maybe gassing your citizens

isn't the best way
to go about this.

You dare to play

the human rights card with me,
you puppet?

Look to your own country
for that.

We are done here.

Jamal,

you need to go after him.

You must apologize to him.

Jamal.

Jamal,

you need to go after them.

Without the Chinese,

we don't have the men
to retake Ma'an.

Not without redeploying troops
needed to stem the spread

of the Caliphate in the north.

You expect them to clean up
this mess you've made?

I warned you

not to use the gas.

Your arrogance has doomed us.

No oil, no alliances.

You don't get to lay this
at my feet, Jamal.

Not after murdering dozens
of my senior staff.

And now you demand to know
why our troops

are ill equipped
to fight our enemies?

Bassam knew this was coming.

Again...

you let your brother's words

fill your head.

If you insist on
listening to dead men...

...listen to your father.

He knew what needed
to be done.

So do I.

(sighs)

Uncle...

(groans)

(bellowing)

Stop!

(panting)

You are relieved

of your command, General.

(sighs)

(sighs)

(ringtone playing)

(sniffs)

Yes?

Hello?

Ahmed, it-it's Sammy.

I'm at, I'm at the courthouse.

I've been...

...waiting to see the judge

about my inheritance.

That has nothing to do with me.

What are you doing
calling me like this?

I'm forbidden from having
contact with any of you.

I need your help.

We have nothing to talk about.

I'm hanging up.

No, no, no, wait, wait,
look, look, I'm...

I'm not calling about that. I...

I'm trying to find Abdul.

He's somewhere in Ma'an,
and I-I can't reach him.

I'm worried about him.

Can you help me find him?

(sighs)

We're still cousins.

We're family; we're supposed
to be here for each other.

(sighs)

I haven't spoken
with him since he left Asima.

But I know someone who may have.

Text me when you're finished.

Did you reach your
friend, Abdul?

Uh, left another message.

I know you're worried,

but I'm sure he got
out of Ma'an in time.

Yeah.
Good news.

Our case made today's docket.

Took a few days.

Looks like we're finally
going in.

Uh, how soon?

We're up next.

Great.

Catch up with you
in a second.

Whatever happens
in that courtroom,

we need to give some
serious thought

to getting out of here

before they start
closing the airports.

We're not going anywhere

till Sammy gets his inheritance.

I won't be chased out,
not again.

So, pressure's on me, then.

JAMAL: What do you mean
Burkina Faso can't authorize

an arms shipment?

Aren't you defense minister?

No, you listen to me.

Hello? Hello?

(echoing):
Oh, God!

(footsteps approaching)

AMIRA:
I just heard what Jamal did.

Save your false tears.

You never liked Tariq.

It's my son
I'm worried about.

What happened?

I couldn't say.

I wasn't there.

I wasn't there.

He's not sleeping.

He's been taking some kind
of pills, amphetamines,

which are only
making him paranoid.

And now,

our Chinese partners
have abandoned us.

We're alone.

And you knew this would happen.

Leila?

Whatever else we think
about each other,

we both desire
the safety of our family

and the preservation
of this regime.

Jamal...

is not the military leader
that his father was,

which is why I tried to bring
in someone who might be.

Jamal's bastard
is not setting foot

in this house again.

Rami may very possibly be
our only chance

for survival.

He's only here for
two more hours

before he flies
out to Burundi.

So put aside your objections

and your dislike of me

and listen to what
I have to say.

Khaled Al Fayeed's will
was never executed.

Um, Bassam's inheritance
remains in trust.

The Al Fayeeds are refusing to
release the money in the trust

to my client because
of alleged actions

taken by his father
months after the fact.

He should not have...

These actions were not
simply alleged.

He was tried and convicted
for his crimes

and executed as a traitor.

I'm not here
to dispute that.

I can only submit

that the sins of the father,

treason or otherwise,

should have no bearing
on what is legally

this young man's property.

I should like to hear
from Sammy.

You agree with everything that
is being said on your behalf,

that you are not responsible
for what your father did?

Yes, sir.

So you did not share
your father's desire

to overthrow
our sovereign government,

then or now?

No.

You renounce your father?

You see him
for the traitor he was?

He was deluded

and selfish.

I mean, thinking he
could just come in

and change a foreign
country's ways.

That's...
I'd like to hear you

say the words.

"I renounce my father,

Bassam Al Fayeed."

Excuse me,
why is this necessary?

Molly.

JUDGE:
I'd like to hear you
say the words.

I renounce my father,

Bassam Al Fayeed.

MOLLY: James, what the hell
was that in there?

Making him renounce
his father?

The price you pay looking
for justice

in a dictatorship, I guess.

Now we just have to
hope he comes back

with a favorable ruling.

You did well in
there, Sammy.

Thanks.

Honey, that was awful.

I'm so sorry he put you
in that position.

Well, I didn't have to lie.

What is he doing here?

He's here for me.

What?
What are you talking about?

He's, uh, gonna help me
find Abdul.

No. No, no, listen.

I get that you're worried
about your friend,

but you are not going anywhere
with him.

That family murdered
your father.
No, no.

That was Uncle Jamal, not Ahmed.

Sins of the father
can't be blamed on his children.

Right?

Sammy.

(softly): Mom.
Sammy.

(engine revving)

(sighs)

Thanks for coming.

So, where are we going?

Uncle Yaser.

Who?

This old queen. (chuckles)

(chuckles)

I don't remember
his last name, but...

I ran into him a couple
of times with Abdul.

Abdul said he was
his uncle, but...

(smacks lips)
I knew better.

(chuckles)

What?

You think I didn't know
what Abdul was?

I always knew.

I'm not one to condemn others
for what God made them,

especially not those
closest to me.

He comanages a nightclub

for men like Abdul.

We can start there.

You're coming with me?

I could use a break
from my father.

May I come in?

Of course.

I see you're getting ready
to leave.

Yes.

Although I imagine my leaving
isn't entirely disappointing.

The very fact of me must
be complicated for you.

Why would you say that?

My husband is not a general.

My son, God bless him,
is not one either.

I understand your work
in Africa involved negotiating

with arms dealers,
mercenaries.

We need weapons.

We need experienced soldiers
to train our troops

and a general
to lead them.

My husband will
only trust you.

I need you to stay.

I appreciate your confidence
in me, but I have a job.

Troops are awaiting
for me to return to them,

and this, this is not my fight.

This is your fight.

Those people dying
in Ma'an

are our people.

The Caliphate is your enemy.

I don't expect you
to understand this--

you haven't lived my life--

but everything that's happened
to me thus far

has made it easier for me
to be someplace else,

anywhere but the place
I was born.

"Easier."
You're right,

I don't understand.

This is your country.

No.

And who's privileged

to choose
where they're from?

However far you want
to run away,

you will always be from Abuddin.

Mrs. Al Fayeed,
there is no point to this.

Fine, say whatever
you want to say.

This is not your country,
but neither is Burundi

or half the countries
you run off to protect.

You want to save the world?

Start here.

Save my people,
save your grandmother's people.

Save your mother's people.

Careful not to use
your real name.

Why?

My father's become
such a hero...

You're an Al Fayeed.

The name cuts
both ways.

(chuckles)

I'll wait here, make sure you
get back to your hotel safely.

Looking for Yaser.

I'm a friend of Abdul.

(door closes)

I'm Yaser.

It's a vigil.

For the Ma'an Nine.

(whispering):
What's that?

During the fighting
in Ma'an,

nine men took refuge
in a closed nightclub,

much like this one.

The Caliphate found
them, rounded them up.

Abdul?

Was he one of the men
in-in the nightclub?

He was.

I received a text from him
shortly before they...

I'm sorry.

Is he dead?

I heard they were
in prison somewhere,

but, uh, it's only
a matter of time

before he's executed.

Well, what's being done?

No... there's something
we can do, I mean...

wh-what can we do?

There's nothing
that can be done.

You can't reason
with vicious dogs.

That's not true.

They ransom
hostages sometimes.

On occasion.

But not for people
like us.

We are abominations
to them.

No human value.

What if it's a
lot of money?

(scoffs)
Sweet boy.

You'd need a fortune.

Millions.

More than a child
like you could afford.

I might be able to afford a lot.

This is the street.

They've hit the mosque.

BARRY: They must have been
overrun during the night.

This is the house.

AHMOS: This is Nadia,
my cousin's daughter.

She's barely 17.

(sniffles)

(sobbing gently):
Why?

I'm sorry, Ahmos.

(guns cock)

WOMAN:
Don't move.

Who are you?

I'm looking
for family.

WOMAN:
There's no family here.

I am a cousin to Banu Zahra.

Uncle Ahmos?

Ru'a, yeah?

He's a friend, Khalil.

He came to help
fight the Caliphate.

Your timing
is for shit.

(speaks in Arabic)

Where is everybody else?

Dragged away.

Siddiq had us hide
in our grain cellar

when they couldn't hold
them off any longer.

What about the, um...
the rest of the resistance?

I told you.

No one is left.

JANE: You need
to clean yourself up.

Abu Omar will be
home soon.

He finally gets to rest.

It's up to us
to please him.

Up to you, not to me.

You belong
to Abu Omar now.

You will obey him,

do what he wants
whenever he wants it.

And when I speak,
I speak with his voice.

Any disrespect you show me,
he will know.

I'm curious.

What twisted path brought
a pathetic Western whore

to think that she could
come to my country

and dictate to me her perverted
misinterpretations of the Koran?

Did your parents
not love you enough?

Is that why you lay
with murderers?

Is that why you stood by

while the people of this house
were slaughtered?

So you could sleep in their bed
and call it your own?

Finish your cleaning
before Abu Omar gets here.

RAMI:
I'm going to need every one

of those arms and aircraft
on the list, Solomon.

Talk to your associates

and make it happen.

Men like them, they move
at their own pace.

But I'll do what I can to get
some shipped out with us.

Monsieur, how many military
advisors will you be bringing?

As many as you can pay for,
Mr. President.

I'll have the money wired
to you within the hour.

(clears throat)

Abuddin owes you
for this.

The people are desperate
for good news,

and now I have something to
announce in my address tomorrow.

I'm sorry, Father.

I just got the message
you were looking for me.

Where have you been?

I had some business
to take care of.

Doesn't matter,
I'm happy you are here.

Come.

Meet our new general.

(clears throat)
This is, uh, Rami Said...

...your brother.

Blood for blood.
AHMOS:
Don't be foolish.

What can a few women
and children do against them?

Do you know what terrifies the
Caliphate more than anything?

A girl with a gun.

Women are such
lowly beings to them,

they think if they're killed by
one, they won't get to paradise.

You think that will
make you invincible?

Some may run from you, while
others aim to cut you down.

There's too many
of them.

Then we cut them down first.

We'll use the
catacombs to find

where they're housing
their soldiers.

(sighs)
We can pick
off survivors

or a few drawn by the
explosions before we fall back.

I think you're
making a mistake.

This doesn't concern you.

It concerns everyone.

Don't assume what you've
lost here gives you

a monopoly on suffering.

These hit-and-hide tactics,
I've seen them used before.

By Ihab Rashid
before he joined the Caliphate.

They didn't work for him,
and they won't work for you.

You just suffer
even worse retribution.

What, are you saying
we do nothing?

(sighs)

If we're gonna beat them,

then we have to be able to
attack them on multiple fronts,

keep them off balance,

shake up their morale,
put them on the defensive.

Khalil, look around you.

We will need far more
many fighters to do

what you're
suggesting.

You mentioned the catacombs.

We've been using them
to attack the Caliphate.

Well, now we're gonna use
them to get more soldiers.

I need you to get
a message to Munir.

(cars honking)

JANE:
You must be famished.

Take off your clothes.

I've waited
a long time for this.

(gasping)

I expected more
fight from you.

I wouldn't give you
the satisfaction.

You're perfect.

(whimpers)

(explosion)

What the hell?

(men shouting)

(Daliyah sobbing)

(gasping)

(phone ringing)

I hit the weapons depot.

Send the Caliphate my way.

(gunfire)

It's the weapons depot.

Our brothers are under attack.

Orders are for reinforcements.
They need them now.

Go. All of you.

I'll get the guards
from the inside to cover?

(shouting in Arabic)

Uthal needs reinforcements
at the gate.

I'll cover
your posts.

(murmuring, shouting)

Follow me.

(clamoring)
AHMOS:
Siddiq.

Everyone, we must be quiet.

Go.

(speaking Arabic)

Abu Omar, we counted
only one sniper,

but he's gone.

The prison.

Uthal. Uthal!

(speaks Arabic)

ABU OMAR (crackling):
The weapons depot

was a distraction.
Lock down the prison.

HALIMA:
Please!

Please, don't leave us here.

Please!
Please!

Please don't leave us here.

Go, go, go, go!

(speaks indistinctly)

(shouting)

Munir.

You have to stay.

You're more use to us
working on the inside.

No, he's my father;
you can't ask that of me.

Listen to him, Munir.

He's right.

They need you.

Please, do as he tells you.

For me.

Get him out of here.

(men shouting)

There he is!
The tunnels,

the tunnels, the
tunnels, there he is!

(shouts)

(people murmuring)

General's uniform
suits you.

This palace
is your home now.

Never forget that.

(clears throat)
Rami...

my wife Nusrat.

Very nice to meet you.

(clears throat)

Thank you.

People of our great nation,

we stand at a crossroad.

I speak of the suffering

now prevailing over our land,

brought by the brutality
of foreign invaders

declaring themselves
the true Caliphate.

Many of you have fallen
into the trap

of what has been cast
as a conflict

between this government
and an opposition.

Make no mistake,

this is a conflict between
the homeland and its enemies.

These radicals
have killed the innocent

in order to extinguish
light and brightness

in our country.

But they are wrong.

ABU OMAR:
This man, Khalil,

he's here in Ma'an.

The bullet's still inside you.

I'm gonna see if I can find
some instruments

or something like that.
It's all right.

I don't feel the pain anymore.

Ghani needs Daliyah.

Find her.

Promise me.

Find her.

I'll find her.

*

Come nightfall, we need to find
a way out of the city.

There are Banu Zahra

in the western provinces.

We'll head there.

You want to run?

This is our home; we need
to stay and fight for it.

Too many of us
have died defending it.

I have to protect
what people we have left.

Siddiq...
Ru'a.

You have to respect
my decision.

We're leaving.

BARRY:
Then every one

of your family
who has died,

including this man,

will have died in vain.

Who the hell are you?

RU'A:
His name's Khalil.

Breaking you all
out was his idea.

Look, I have to do
what I think is best.

I understand.

But right now,
word is spreading

about your escape.

People are hearing
that the Banu Zahra

got the better of the Caliphate.

They'll be inspired

to fight back
themselves.

They will be cut down,
as we were.

Not if you join with them.

Think of it.

The Banu Zahra

and every other tribe
in this city,

united against a common enemy.

Our ancestors
drove the Romans

from this land.

Cast down the
Sassanians in battle.

They refused to bow down

to a foreign invader that
came here to steal our homes

and steal
our women.

And now it's our turn.

JAMAL:
Nowhere is our national
character more defined

than in the city of Ma'an.

So many brave
and valiant soldiers

lost their life during
these violent few days

when Ma'an fell.

Not least of all

General Tariq Al Fayeed.

He loyally served this nation

for many years.

In his stead, I have appointed

a new commander
of our armed forces.

I present to you

General Rami Said,
a son of Ma'an.

He has been entrusted to deliver

that city from the grip
of these terrorists.

General Said has already been

building our arsenal

and readying
for our counteroffensive

against the invaders.

Hand in hand,
despite all our wounds,

we will rescue Ma'an,

retake our oil fields,

and we will see,
once and for all,

which of ours
is truly God's army.

*

Bassam Al Fayeed...

Before he died, he inspired me

to think that
things could change here.

That it was important to rise up

and speak out
against the regime.

To fight against anything

or anyone that robs us
of our freedoms.

I guess I just wanted to thank
you for making me believe again.

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