All language subtitles for Tyrant (2014) - S02E07 - The Awful Grace of God (1080p AMZN WEB-DL x265 Silence)_track3_[eng]

Previously on Tyrant...
Can you tell us the child's sex?

It's a boy.

We're gonna have a son.

IHAB: Abu Omar tortures,
slaughters innocent civilians.

What kind of person does
these things?

I could.

I've appointed a new commander
of our armed forces.

General Said has
already been conferring

with top military advisors

and readying
for our counteroffensive

against the invaders.

The terms
of the trust specify

that the money passes
along the male line.

Samuel has inherited
$100 million.

Looking for Yaser.

During the fighting in Ma'an,
nine men took refuge

in a closed nightclub.

The Caliphate
found them.

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

He was.

You belong
to Abu Omar now.

You will obey him,

do what he wants
whenever he wants it.

(guns firing)

Ghani needs Daliyah.

Find her.

Promise me.

I'll find her.

I swear.

*

Right here.

(door opens)

You've made some changes.

Mm-hmm.

It's nice of
you to notice.

I take it you
and my son speak.

He arranged this visit?

Ahmed and I are still friends.

I came to see my uncle.

Your uncle is the president;
he doesn't see visitors.

Family.

Happy to wait.

I think you've misinterpreted
our kindness

in letting you remain here.

You're not completely free
to come and go as you please.

Well, this is Abuddin.

No one assumes that.

This is not how
I remember you.

It's nice of you
to notice.

No.

It's not how I was.

My father's dead now,
so I've had to...

you know.

Can you tell my uncle that
I'm here, please, Aunt Leila?

I already did.

NUSRAT:
You look nice.

It suits you.

You think so?
Yeah.

I always worry I look like I'm
dressing for a costume party.

Why aren't you moving?

Don't know.

I don't feel so good.

Baby thing?

Probably.

What's this
all about anyway?

Something about Dad and Rami
wanting to make a fuss

over our new troops.

I suppose it's good for morale.

It's not good
for mine.

Do you mind if I stay
in bed and skip it?

Don't do that to me.

I'm trying to make a go
at being good at my job.

I know.

That's what you
wanted, right?

No more begging off,
making excuses?

Well...

we're a team,
aren't we?

Sammy.

What's this about?

Family reunion?

I'm asking you
as an Al Fayeed

for the money
that my grandfather left to me.

Well, the court will
decide that, not me.

Uncle, the court waits
for you; I know that.

Be careful what you say to me.

I'm not afraid of you.

In my mind,
you're the uncle...

who took me sailing,
taught me how to fish,

even though I never got
the hang of that,

went to Disneyland with.

You are my crazy
Uncle Jamal, my favorite.

And you're not punishing
my father; he's dead.

You're punishing me.

It's more complicated
than you think.

Okay.

Would you want Ahmed
to pay for your mistakes?

I'm trying to figure out exactly
how I fit into all of this

and I'm thinking that maybe
you're my family. Am I wrong?

I will arrange to transfer money
to you from a Swiss account.

Not $100 million.

Not all at once.
$10 million.

Then you go. You leave, Sammy,
and don't come back again.

Over the next
few months

we'll make
arrangement for

the balance of the estate.
Okay?

Okay.

Good. Very good.

Good.

You were my favorite, too.

(door opens)

They have locked down
the city, block by block,

in response to
the prison break.

Every day we wait, it gets
harder for us to move around.

Or rally support.
Even with Halima's stories

of Abu Khalil
and the Red Hand.

You've exploded on social media.

Ihab Rashid has become very good
at the carrot and the stick.

Oppose us and we'll kill you.

Join us and we'll
give you a job.

Half the population
is living better

than they did under
the Al Fayeeds.

The men, maybe.
Not the women.

The Christians are nervous.
For good reason.

We might find
some support there.

And with the Banu Isa, we...

No, there's always been tension

between us and the Banu Isa.

Which you will need
to set aside.

We have to reach out
to every potential ally.

We need weapons.
That, too.

(phone rings)

Munir?

(whispers):
I found Daliyah.

It's over here.

The refinery
manager's old house.

That's where they're
holding Daliyah.

I think.

What?

It's the best I can do.
I haven't been inside.

It's their
main compound.

Abu Omar lives here.
And Ihab bin Rashid.

They're all together.

We don't have the resources
to penetrate that.

Tonight Omar's
brother,

the emir, arrives
from Aleppo.

There's a meeting
at the Hamra Hotel.

And a dinner.
Till morning.

No one at the compound

but a few guards.

I've got to get back
before they miss me.

Okay. Be careful.
Thank you.

Mr. President.

These are your weapons.

The officers of your army,
the first and second battalions.

Your air forces' elite
flying squadron,

the al-Nusur, who will lead the
first forays over Ma'an City.

Air force, present arms!

Orders arm.

Sons of this soil,

I put my faith in you

as the finest fighting force

Abuddin has ever known.

Side by side with compatriots

from across the globe...

you have
one purpose:

to rid this country

of the
invaders...
Ahmed.

...who would
subvert Islam

and enslave our people.
Ahmed, I'm bleeding.

What?
I'm bleeding.

They have come on
a wave of terror,

but we will
push them back...

Oh! Oh...
Nusrat... Nusrat!

What's happening?

It's okay, just stay calm.

(whimpering)

(indistinct chatter)

Get an
ambulance.

Everybody
give her room.

To Sammy.
Really? We're doing
the toasting again?

Yeah. He did
a hell of a thing today.

Yeah, he did.
To Sammy.

To Sammy.

Did you even know about Abdul

before we got here?

No.

I don't think this was just
about Abdul or ransom;

I think this is Sammy staking
a claim to who he really is.

Well, I think that's wonderful.

Yeah.
It's kind of amazing.

So you let him go
to the club tonight?

I didn't want to.
Trust me.

I don't care
how grown up he is.

But I couldn't...

I don't know what
the rules are anymore.

Hey, tell me about it.

Alice and I were
really strict parents.

Really?
I know, me?
Hard to believe.

After she died,
Leslie came to me--

14 years old, mind you--

and asked if she could get

a tiny tattoo on her ankle.

And I... I thought...

who the hell cares?

Then she asked me
if I'd get one with her.

Do you have a very tiny

matching tattoo on your ankle?

A red rose.
(chuckles)

With the words "Born Dead."

Oh, no!

I made you laugh.

One of the many things
you've done for me.

Heaven and Earth, Molly.

WAITER: Here you go.

Thank you.

Her placenta has separated
from the wall of her uterus.

That's what's
causing her to bleed.

It happens
in about

one in 200
deliveries.

Just bad luck.

I'm afraid so.

I'm going to have to operate
and deliver the baby

in order to stop
the bleeding.

Isn't that too soon?

The fetus is at 24 weeks.

What are the chances
of survival at that age?

In general,

between 40% and 70%.

(sighs):
Ooh.

But if I don't deliver
right now,

Nusrat's chances of survival
are much, much less.

I'll be in touch as soon
as we have some news.

Try and stay positive.

She clearly
doesn't know the family.

(indistinct conversations)

Remember me?

I remember.

What do you want?

You know how we talked
about raising money

to ransom
the Ma'an Nine?

Forget about it.

Well...

I know I may have seemed crazy
at the time, but...

I got it.

They're dead.

What?

They're dead.

There's no ransoming
dead people.

You're too late.

You told me the trial
wouldn't be for days.

I'll show you the videotape
if you want.

They blindfolded them all,

they took them
to the top of a building,

they tied them to chairs

and threw them off.

They're all gone.

All of them?

Yes.

What?

You lost a friend, did you, hmm?

An exotic crush?

I lost six friends.

I lost a lover.

His partner.

20 years.

Don't mind Yaser.

Not tonight.

There's a memorial
in the square for them

in about an hour.

You should come.

For your friend.

(soft thud)

Daliyah.

Kh-Khalil?

What-what are you...?

Is there a key?

With Abu Omar, yes.

(panting)

I...

I can't believe
you're actually here.

You know what I thought
this whole time?

I thought,
"I can't be wrong about him,

it's not possible."

(gasps)
Mmm.

I have excellent
intuition.

What happened to my family?

You have to tell me.

I'll tell you after.

We need to get out of here.

No. Now.

Ghani...

Ghani's fine.

He's safe in Tal Jiza.

And Ahmos?

Daliyah, I'm sorry.
We have to go.

SAMIRA:
What are you doing?

Answer me, Bakru.

(Daliyah whimpers)
Why have you
left your post?

Abu Omar told me

to bring her
to him.

SAMIRA:
I don't believe you.

Turn around.

(gun cocks)

Bakru.

I have
a weapon, Bakru.

Don't be stupid;
turn around and face me.

You're not Bakru.
Who are you?

No one.

Put the gun down,
let us walk out of here

and I won't hurt you.

Very funny.

I'm better at this
than you think.

You look...

Show me your face.

Now!

Do as I say!

(exhales)

What?

I know you, but...

No, it's not, it's not possible.

Bassam Al Fayeed.

What?

I don't...

You didn't know?

No.

I'll tell you everything.

It's a long story.

What are you doing here, Samira?

BARRY:
So I ended up back in Ma'an.

SAMIRA:
What a cosmic joke.

Everything went to shit
after you died, you know that?

Put it on the floor.

So...

you came here to rescue her.

Are you in love with her?

You should get in line.

I'm married.

I came here
to take my country back.

You should get in line.

So what now?

What are you doing here
by yourself, anyway?

Oh, I screwed up your plans,
did I?

I wasn't feeling well.

I begged off tonight
at the last minute.

Are you going to kill us?

No.

No, uh,

I'm going to keep you here

until my husband and Abu Omar
return in a few minutes.

Longer than a few minutes.

It's a big meeting and dinner
that you're missing.

There's not going to be anyone
back here till morning.

They'll come back
when I call them on the phone.

BARRY:
What phone?

There are no land lines
left in the city

and you don't have

a cell phone
anymore.

You joined a movement
that thinks

a woman having a phone should be

punishable by death.
You should shut up.

Samira, please.

Just... come with us.

(laughs)

Your father sent me
baby pictures of you.

We're not meant to be enemies.

Would you kill Ihab tomorrow,

if you had the chance?

Okay, then.

Who's to say
what we're meant to be, Khalil?

Go sit over there on the floor.

Both of you!

We will wait
until they come back.

I can't let that happen.

Just so you know.

I won't be a hostage.

(sighs)

I'll shoot her if you move.

(chuckles)

Catastrophe helps take
one's mind off tragedy.

Come on. Spit it out.

My only option today
is an air attack.

But if I move too quickly,
with too little information,

I'm just as likely
to hit civilians as the enemy.

The world is watching, Rami.

I know.
All of us.

And me in particular.
They're watching,

looking for clues to whether
we are going to survive.

Right now all they see is
that we have lost control

over our second
largest city.

I need you to pick up the pace.

Solomon.

I need you
to double the number

of reconnaissance flights
over Ma'an.

No. Day and night.

I know.

I'll take that risk.

You're under stress, Father.

I understand.

Today is
a terrible day,

not a day to make decisions
that you'll regret later.

MOLLY:
You know what, let me just...
I'm just gonna

go make sure he's back
and that's he's okay.
No, just leave him alone.

No, no, no, no, no.
Just let me...
No. Hey, hey, hey.

He'll appreciate
the confidence.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

So, that's...

(chuckles)
(chuckles)
Yeah.

This is kind of
a cliché.

Really?
Hmm.

(chuckles)
Yeah.

James.

(sighs)

It's too soon.

It's too soon.

I mean, I can't. I...

I can't.

What, move on?

You're not moving on.

You never move on.

Believe me.

You're just trying to remember
what it feels like to be happy.

I haven't kissed anyone else
in almost 20 years.

(moans softly)

When did you last talk
to your father?

Samira?
What?

What good will that do?

My father is irrelevant to
what's going on in his home.

Words don't matter anymore.

You didn't walk in here
with a pen.

Her dad and I were
best friends.

She was his pride
and joy.

Knock it off.

It's true.

First in her class.

DALIYAH:
Really?

I never made it past
the fifth grade.

I had lots of school.

Nearly 20 years of school.

To be a lawyer.

That's nice.

Oh, yeah.

It's a very optimistic thing,

to spend so many years
in school.

Preparing for the future.

Still,

I would have liked
the chance,

believe me.

Hmm.

When I was 12,

they picked eight of us--

girls, all from Ma'an--

to be...
a kind of model debate team.

They showed us off,

took us everywhere,

even to Lebanon.

We beat everyone.

My friend Karima and I were
the best of all.

Eight of us,

just...

(chuckles)
going through puberty.

And the boys had no idea
what to make of us.

They wanted to flirt,

to slide by us too close

and brush against our breasts.

But when we debated,

they didn't know what hit them.

We were invincible.

Ten years ago.

Ask me where we all are now.

Karima is dead.

Gassed with her entire family.

Jadwah, too.

Both dead.

Two more have fled...

somewhere... to some

refugee camp

where they can watch
their children...

bloat...

and starve.

And then there's me.

So...

there it is.

My generation.

Samira...

What?

I'm... long-winded.

You need to pee?

Yes.

May I?

No.

You can go in your pants.

I'll go
in my pants.

We can all go in our pants.

You think it's degrading?

Try being gassed.

You shit in your pants, too.

There's nothing below us
anymore.

(cell phone buzzes)

You have a phone.

Who is it?

It'll be the guy
who's waiting for me

downstairs standing guard.

He will come up here

to find out
what's taking so long

unless I call him.

Maybe.

Or maybe it's not
and you just want

the chance to call for help.

I promise you I won't.

No, put the phone down.

Put it down!

(cell phone buzzes)

Ignore it.

Samira, I'm telling you...

What?!

The truth?

Oh, you're on my side, are you?

Yes, sort of.

No one's on my side.

Throw me the phone.

I'm going to call my husband.

There's no time for that.

Give me the phone!

Wait! Wait! Wait!

(Daliyah screaming)

(gasping)

Stay there!

We have to...

He's dead.

You ever kill anyone before?

What?

Your wife is fine.

(deep breath, exhales)

The baby didn't make it.

And we had to perform
a hysterectomy

to stop the bleeding.

No more children?

Not that she can carry, no.

Thank you.

Thank you
for taking care of her.

May I see her?

Not quite yet.

She's still very out of it.

In recovery.

I'll let you know, Ahmed.

I'm sorry.

MUSTAFA:
Hosni would have said...

we should have a big
feast in his honor.

(chuckles)

Lots of knafeh.

That's how he got fat.

Anyway...

that's all, who cares?

Food.

Okay, uh,

how about, uh...

Abdul?

Who would like
to say a few words?

MAN:
I didn't know him very well.

Abdul.

He was very shy.

In the closet
for a long time, I think.

Only recently he was able to
admit to us who he really was.

I don't know.

As I said...

It was hard for him.

Uh, he had a hard time

not caring what other people
thought about him.

But that's because he wanted
to be perceived a certain way.

He...

was determined...

wanted to be important,
but he understood that that...

wasn't gonna happen if...

if he was gay.

So he made a choice
that may seem weak,

but he was...

he was brave.

I know he went to Ma'an
to get the job

to make money to go to America.

He said he could be
whatever he wanted there.

He said, "America was
where his heart was."

YASER:
Uh...

why don't we bow
our heads and, uh,

let's remember them.

ALL:
Arfan...

Safar,

Yasir Abbas,

Hosni al-Fariq,

Fikri Tammam,

Abdul-Fattah al Mazen...

(mourners continue
reciting names)

I need to talk to you.

I can help you.

What time is it?

What?

(sniffs, sighs)

Uh...

3:00 a.m.

They'll be back soon.

I doubt it.

Ihab often comes back early
to read before he prays.

What kind of prayer can you pray

when he does the things he does?

You'd have to ask him yourself.

I don't speak for Ihab.

What about you?

Do you believe in
what the Caliphate is doing?

What, the killing, you mean?

No.

But I don't give a shit anymore.

I don't actually care...

what they do

or what Abu Omar wants...

or what he believes.

I only care about
what he can give me.

What is that?

Revenge...

for everything the Al Fayeeds
have taken from me.

I used to think the world
is a very complicated place.

But that's not true.

(sniffles)
You either

win... or you lose.

You're either human,

or you're a dog.

You're either inside the cage,

or you're out.

And I'm out right now,

and I'm never,
never going back in.

And I don't care

if Abu Omar and his men
have to kill

in order for me to stay here.

I don't even care
if they have to kill you.

I don't believe you.

I know you, Samira.

No.

No.

(sniffles)
No.

(clears her throat)
Look...

(sighs)

You and I...

we're both here, yes.

But you're not
Bassam anymore,

and I'm not Samira.

(sniffles)

Those people are dead.

And the country they
lived in is gone.

And this...

This is what is left.

(footsteps approaching)

We should go home, get some
rest, come back in the morning.

(sighs)

Do you know why
I can't sleep?

'Cause every time
I close my eyes,

I see his face--
Bassam's face...

with a sad smile,
saying to me,

"I warned you.

"This is what happens when
a man wounds his own brother.

"He loses everything.

"His country,

his grandson, himself."

All this bad news,
blow after blow.

One on the heels of the other.

Haven't you wondered why?

No.

Things happen,
and we'll get through them.

I don't think so.

Something isn't right.

Maybe it's punishment.

You made difficult choices.

That's what it means
to be a leader.

This is...

Time will pass, and
victories will come again.

And what about Nusrat

and our grandson?

He should have been
a-a blessing.

We're human.

Sometimes we get sick,
and sometimes we die.

It is nothing that you did.

I wouldn't be so sure.

Ma'an is an hour from here
as the crow flies.

I'm sorry. I...

Your reconnaissance flights.

They must have returned by now.

You have your bombing targets?

I assume you're just asking
out of curiosity.

I wouldn't assume that.

We need more time
to analyze the data.

We don't have more time.

This country needs
a victory now.

I think you mean your husband.
My husband is this country.

If he fails, it fails.

I'm telling you, I know him.

You need to act now.

The president and I will...

The president is dealing
with family matters.

I'm telling you.

I'm telling you.

So, I have a friend, Halima,
who was imprisoned

in Ma'an for speaking out
against the Caliphate.

She says that there's
a growing insurgency

called the Red Hand.

They're doing
amazing things.

And they have a leader, Khalil,

who isn't afraid to...
Why are you telling me this?

Yaser told me what you offered.

They need money.

No. I-I know.
I know. I know

it wouldn't save your friend,

but it would punish the people
who did this to him.

I'm not a political person,
all right?

I have a pretty good reason

to hate every side
in this country.

And, anyways, I'm not looking
to invest my money.

This was just personal.

So I'm sorry, but I-I got to go.

(shouting, screaming)

(sniffles)

(groans)

(panting)

Hosni was a cousin.

It's personal
for me, too.

Stopping
these people.

4:30.

Don't ask again.

Samira?

What?
Why can't
we help

each other?

We're both stuck, right?

Which is crazy,
because we want the same thing.

We both want the same country.

You can't help me!

Why don't you try?

Because he's still
an Al Fayeed.

And if you win this war,

whatever noble intentions
you might have,

your brother wins, too.

And I lose.

It's more complicated.

No. Mm-mm.

We're enemies now.

And, anyway,

it's too late.

What are you doing?
I told you,

I won't be captured.
You can kill me or let me go.

Stand up.
No, Bassam, don't be
stupid. Don't give me

a reason to kill you.
I don't want to do that.

Stay behind me.
I can't let
you leave.

BARRY: This will show
you where to go.
Bassam!

You said it yourself,
it's too late.

Start walking. Start walking.
No. Don't test
me. I'm not

your best friend's little girl
anymore.

Please! I'm warning you! Stop!

(gunshot)
(shouts)

I warned you. I'll kill her.

I...
(grunts)

Oh, my... oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my
God.

(panting)

Oh, my
God.

Oh, my God. Oh, my
God. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Oh, my
God. Let me help you.

Let me
help you.

(panting)
Let me... let me help you.

(moaning)

We have to take her with us.

Find a, uh... a-a
curtain or a sheet

or something I can wrap her
with. Hurry!

You can't take her with us.
It'll be light

in 20 minutes.
You can't carry

a dying woman
through the streets of Ma'an,

with Caliphate soldiers...
I'll figure it out.

How? Expl...
I'll figure
it out!

Come on.
(shouts)

(crying)

And do you have blood
to replace hers?

Or antibiotics

or clean needles and thread?
Can you actually

save her?

Or are you trying
to save yourself?

(crying softly)

(sighs)

(shuddering breaths)

I'm sorry.

I can't
fix this.

I can't stay.

But I'm not gonna leave
like this.

Listen to me,

Samira,

your father
loves you so much.

He loves you
so much.

I'm gonna
make this

the place you and your friend
dreamed of when you were 12.

I promise you.

I promise
you.

For other girls,
not for you.

(gasps)

(shuddering inhale, exhales)

(crying)

No more pain.

No more pain.
No more pain.

(sobbing)

DALIYAH:
Bassam?

Bassam.

We have to go.

(crying)

(screams)

(steady beeping)

Hey, you.

I know.

I know about our baby.

The doctor,

she told me.

It's okay. It's okay.

We'll talk about it later.

I'm sorry.

What are you sorry about?

You don't have to apologize.
It's not your fault.

If anything,

I should apologize
for asking you to come

to the ceremony.

I love you.

And you're here.

And that's all that matters.

The baby was keeping me alive.

What?

The baby...

was keeping me alive.

I don't know what that means.

No. No.
Shh.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Please. I...
Shh.

Shh, shh, shh.
You're sleepy.

You need
to rest.

We'll talk about it later.

RAMI:
You heard me right.

When?

Now. Dawn.

You want to give us our targets.

We have not had time
to fully analyze

the reconnaissance data yet.
The outskirts of the city.

Somewhere where you're sure
no one is.

(chuckles)
Genius.

I don't care if we don't kill a
single member of the Caliphate.

I do not want reports
of civilian deaths,
do you understand?

We'll claim victory
whether it is one or not.

That's...

Well...
(sighs)

it's insane.

Yeah.
(chuckles)

The inmates
are loose around here.

I'm sorry.

If that was...
too cruel.

Listen, they're, uh...
they're closing up,

so we have to get going.

I'm not an idiot.

All right?

I'm not gonna just give
my money to some stranger

on the promise
that he's gonna deliver it

to some mysterious insurgency

just 'cause he asks for it.

Right.

Right. Okay.

Fair enough.

What do you want?

If the insurgency needs money,

you take me to them

and let them tell me that
themselves.

Go to Ma'an? No.

(scoffing):
No. Too dangerous.

Fine.

I'm going home.

Okay.

(scoffs)
Okay.

I'll get you there.

Shit.

I won't post anything
about what happened,

out of respect
for the woman who died.

I'm glad you're both back safe,
though. We were really worried.

I'm sorry.

(crying softly)

Daliyah.

What? I'm okay.

You're in mourning, too.
Don't worry about me.

(sniffles)

I do worry about you.

Ahmos was
a very special man.

It took us some time, but...

we both came
to trust each other.

He loved you
and Ghani.

I didn't love him
when I married him.

But you can come
to love a person

just because they're good.

I'm just very sad right now.

I'm very, very...

very sad.

For everyone.

I didn't have any choice.

I know.

(shouting)
What's happening?

Who is attacking us?
I don't know,
I don't know.

(gasping)

It's okay.
It's okay.

I'm gonna protect you.
I'm gonna protect you.

(booming)

REPORTER:
...bombing relief efforts.
The UN says

it's a full-blown
humanitarian crisis,

while in neighboring Abuddin,

air strikes by government forces

began today in the campaign
to take back Ma'an City

from the Caliphate.

The enemy suffered
substantial losses,

and President Al Fayeed,
who is in mourning, said,

"Today we start a fight
for freedom, the end of which

"my grandson will not see,

"but it is for all the children

and grandchildren of Abuddin."

You see?

Good news.

Captioned by
Media Access Group at WGBH