All language subtitles for Tyrant (2014) - S02E10 - Zanjir (1080p AMZN WEB-DL x265 Silence)_track3_[eng]

I can't have a baby.

You need to find someone
who can give you a child.

We need to get our
marriage annulled.

BARRY:
Molly, it's Barry.

I'm glad you're still alive.

Who is that,
your girlfriend?

Is she prettier than me?

Why'd you do that?

Because I got tired
of waiting for you to do it.

(gunfire)

(Sammy gasping)

In three nights time,
the meteorological service

is predicting a likely
sandstorm in Ma'an.

It will provide
perfect cover for us.

The key to this, of course,
is getting Khalil

and his Red Hand Brigade
on board.

I and only I will speak
to Khalil.

I need a phone number for Khalil
of the Red Hand Brigade.

And what makes you think
I would have such a thing?

RAMI: I'm fairly sure you don't,
but I'm also fairly sure

that you can get it.

JAMAL:
You met with Khalil

after I explicitly
ordered you not to.

I want him dead.

(footsteps approaching)

MAHMOUD:
Mr. President?

Sir?

Mr. President?

Mr. President!

God, no!

Sir!

Mr...

I'm so... sorry, Mr. President.

Y-You didn't respond.

Tell me the plan.

General Sayid is briefing
his soldiers

later this morning at the base.

When his motorcade passes,

my operative
will detonate an IED.

This operative
is the only one you've told?

Yes.
You trust him?

He is my nephew.

And the evidence
will implicate the Caliphate?

I'll be running
the investigation,

so the evidence will prove
whatever you want proven.

Your loyalty will be
rewarded, Mahmoud.

Thank you, Mr. President.

But, I-I would be remiss
if I did not ask you...

Ask me what?

If it isn't better to wait

until after
the counteroffensive.

After, it will be too late.

After is when he will make
his move against us,

when he will try
to steal the presidency.

(sighs)

You think...

you think it's easy for me,
spilling my own blood,

killing my own son?

He's left me no other choice.

This is the only way
I can protect our country,

protect Leila and Ahmed.

I understand, sir.

I blame myself.

Letting Rami into my life
was a fool's errand.

Thinking it would somehow
make up for

all the years
he needed a father.

(chuckles)

Where are you now?
The desert,

with the clan
of one of our fighters.

And your fighters--
how many survived?

Enough to take the antiaircraft
battery from the Caliphate,

just like your plan calls for.

Taking the battery is one thing.

Holding onto it until our planes
can land is another.

Khalil, you should expect
heavy casualties.

We know the risk.

We'll scrub them.

That comes off.

What about what's in my head?

When does that go away?

If it ever does,
I'll let you know.

So you've...

I'm sorry about Ru'a.

I don't know how small

the town was
that you came from.

South Pasadena?
Not so small.

Very protected
and scrubbed clean.

Tal Jiza had 500 people,

and I always thought
if I could slip away

and see just a bit
of the world.

I wanted to get out
of Pasadena so bad.

(scoffs)

There's a lot to see,
isn't there?

I had no idea.

What about my father?

What has he seen?

Yeah, I can tell.

He won't talk about it.

I don't think
he'll ever talk about it.

Sammy.

I'm fine.

I'm fine, don't worry.

I'm fine.

Amira, it's Molly.

Molly, dear.

I-I'm so sorry
I haven't called you.

Don't be silly.
I'm the one who should apologize

for not calling you.

But so much has been happening.

I know.
We have a lot to catch up on.

I'm glad everything
is being resolved

with-with Sammy's inheritance.

How is he?

He's...

He's fine.

That's actually
why I'm calling you.

I need to ask a favor.

Uh, our visas are about
to expire.

I'm hoping you can help us
get an extension.

An extension?

But why?

I'd-I'd have thought
you'd want to get out of here

as soon as you settled
the estate.

Amira, something's come up,

which is why I'd prefer to not
do this through normal channels.

And-and I'd rather not talk
about this over the phone.

Are you all right, dear?

Tell me.

I will, if you have time
to see me.

I can...

come to your hotel
later this morning.

That'd be great. Thank you.

I'm looking forward
to seeing you.

We have to stop meeting
like this.

We will, actually.

The doctor finally
cleared me to fly.

Good news.
Yeah, so...

I'm leaving for London
the day after tomorrow.

Maybe after this is all over--
the Caliphate business--

in six months,
I'll look you up.

I spent a lot of time
in London on weekends

during my Sandhurst days.

I know places.

I'm sure you do.

I'm going to try and
find my own places

that are just mine.

Why don't you find someone
without baggage?

Someone to settle down
and start a family with.

Is that what this is about?

I've spent my life in places
with different names for hell.

Darfur, Burundi, Ma'an.

You really think I want to
bring a child into this world?

Six months from now,
if your doorbell rings

and you're not
expecting anybody,

don't be surprised if it's me.

*

(horse whinnying)

(clicks tongue)

(whispers):
Yah.

*

Aye.

Mr. President.

What are you doing here?

Waiting for you.

Your meeting at the base.

I postponed it.
Postponed it? Why?

To avoid any further
miscommunication between us.

I wanted you to sign off
on the operation

before we deploy.

We can still make
changes if you like.

But I saw your motorcade
leaving the palace.

Yeah. Grandmother--
M-Mrs. Al Fayeed--

she had a meeting
in the city.

I told my driver
to take her.

So if we could just
discuss this.

Not now.

It won't take long.

We're working
on a very tight time frame.

(line ringing)

Come on, Mahmoud,
pick up the phone.

WOMAN (recorded):
This is the private voice mail

of Colonel Mahmoud Al-Ghazi.

Leave a message.
(beep)

(phone ringing)

Yes?

Mother. (chuckles)

Jamal?

Uh, listen, I need
to see you right away,

so have the driver turn around
and come back to the palace.

What's this about?

I-I will tell you
when you I see you,

but tell the driver to
turn around and get back here.

If it's so important,
why can't you just tell me now?

Because I can't.

Jamal, I-I'm worried about you.

W-Whatever this is about,

just tell me.

There is a bomb on the road.

A bomb?

Yes, a bomb.

So tell the driver
to stop the car

and turn around now!

Mother?

(grunting)

You know you were supposed
to get visual confirmation?

I-I had the itinerary
a-and motorcade route.

What other confirmation
could I have gotten?

Plus the windows
were tinted!

She was the president's mother,
you know.

W-We killed
the president's mother.

You know, J-Jamal called me.

On my private number,
right before.

I missed his call because
I was taking a shit.

(phone ringing)

Yes?

Yes.

Mr. President, I...

Uh, he wants to see me.

Yeah, yeah.

Uncle, if you
want me to...

I kept an account for you
in a Zurich bank, eh?

In the event that something
like this might happen.

Now that it has,
you need to leave Abuddin.

Hmm?
Uncle...

Go.

Talk to me,
Jamal, please.

Not now.

There is a gathering
in the residence.

It will help to be
with other people, with family.

I don't need any help.

I understand you are in pain,
but we need to talk about this.

I'm-I'm sorry, Mr. President.

I-I didn't mean to interrupt.

Come in, Mahmoud.

Uh, Leila, will you
please leave us?

Mahmoud is here to brief
me on the investigation.

A little late, isn't it?

It would've been much better if
you gathered your intelligence

before this
happened, not after!

Leila.

What?

I'm afraid, okay?

I'm mourning,
but I'm afraid, too.

If the Caliphate can reach us
here, what else can they do?

How close are they?

Am I a prisoner
in my own home?!

Will you be quiet?

Give me a
few minutes

with Mahmoud,
and I will join you later.

(sighs)

Let me choose my own end.

I would like to die
with some dignity.

I don't want to end up
like General Tariq.

Mahmoud, you don't need
to fear me anymore.

You are the only
one I can trust.

I loved her.

She loved me,
in spite of all my faults.

But why did she
have to bring Rami

into the Palace?

That was the start.

That was the mistake.

(sighs)

We still need to deal with Rami.

And you said
the evidence will prove

what we need it to prove, right?

(panting softly)

AHMED:
Mother.

Where is Father?

He... he needs time alone.

I should go see him.

I want you to stay here
with Nusrat.

We need to be good
to each other today.

We need to be

stronger together.

(sighs)

Come.

NUSRAT: I've decided to delay
my flight to-to London

until after the funeral,
if that's all right with you.

Of course.

I'm wearing the bracelet that
she gave us after the wedding.

Do you remember,
Ahmed?

Yes.

It was meant for me.

To target you like that...

At least we know that the
Caliphate are growing nervous.

I wouldn't bet on it.

That's not their style.

Besides, how would
they manage an IED

so close to Palace grounds?

Perhaps they've got someone
working at the Palace.

No.

You're barking up

the wrong tree.

What?

MAHMOUD:
General Said!

Yes?

You are under arrest
for the murder

of Amira Al Fayeed!

You better have evidence
of this.

What possible motive
do I have for

killing the woman that I love

most in this world?!

Ask the president that

when you see him!

Ask yourselves,
if we've come to this,

who's safe now?

You've arrested
the general of our military!

On the orders
of the president, yes.

In the middle of a war?!

For the murder
of his own grandmother?!

I don't believe this, Mahmoud.

This is crazy!

It wasn't his grandmother

he was trying
to assassinate, madam.

It was the president.

No.

No. Not again!

Tomorrow, when we fight,
we carry with us

the memory of the martyrs.

Dirar Al Nami,

Aya Qabbani,
Dunyah Al Nasri,

Ghazi Hussein,

Ru'a Al Zara...

...Wajod Al Azmeh...

...Majid Umran.

I'll leave the two of you.

(sighs)

You don't need
to say anything.

There's nothing to say.

It won't get easier.

Tomorrow could be much worse.

I know.

It's a war.

People die.

People you care about.

Maybe me.

Sammy, I want you to
go back to your mom.

I'm fighting next to you.

Sammy...

I'm a part of this now.

You know, it's one thing...

to watch someone die.

But to kill someone...

Well, you're asking
other people,

people my age,
to do that for you.

Other people's children.

I can't.

I can't.

I would feel the same way
if I were you.

Anyone who loves someone
would feel the same way.

But we're not special.

We don't deserve more
from this world

just 'cause we're Al Fayeeds.

Hasn't that been
your point all along?

(sighs)

I'll have Siddiq
find you a weapon.

What?

You can't fight
without a weapon.

Right.

REPORTER:
...unconfirmed reports

that the explosion happened
at 11:00 a.m. this morning...

MOLLY: Hi. I was supposed
to meet someone in the lobby

a little over an hour ago.
No one's asked to see me?

Can't you check again, please?

Yeah, I'll hold.

...has made no official comment

and has refused to confirm or
deny any reports of casualties.

Sir, the signed
confession

of the man that General Said
hired to plant the device

that killed your mother.

Apparently, General
Said invited you

to visit the troops
that morning.

His car was going
to follow yours

to the Basri Air Force Base,

but you begged off
at the last minute.

Unfortunately,

I remember that conversation.

(sighs)

Have you detained Solomon

so I can learn
where his loyalties lie?

He's waiting for you.

It's very good.

(Jamal chuckles)

(clears throat)

I have excellent chefs.

And I cannot refuse a good meal.

Um...

you and I should have
an honest conversation

about what happened
to General Said.

You don't have to explain to me.

I have no political
point of view.

I work for money.

And that's good.

Since I'm the one
who's paying you.

(clears throat)

To show my good faith,

I've decided
to increase your contract

by... 19%.

(laughs)

19%, huh?

Mm.

(laughs)
That's good.

You will take... orders

directly from me

as commander-in-chief.

We'll launch
the counteroffensive

tonight as planned.

(sucks teeth)

I'm greedy.

But I'm not stupid.

I will not send
my men into battle

to take orders from a man
that does not know shit

about military strategy.

Don't play games with me.

You have your
battle plans already.

Plans change, Mr. President,

once the bullets start flying.

We were willing
to die for you...

but I do not have a death wish.

And I do not want to
work for an employer

that is just as likely
to clap me in irons

and throw me
in prison one day...

as pay me the next.

And I have

three jobs in Africa
waiting for me.

Thank you for the dinner.

What if I increase your contract
by 50%, Solomon?

It's your war.

You fight it.

Let me give you
some free advice.

You've just imprisoned
an innocent man.

No one is trying
to kill you, Mr. President,

except the Caliphate.

(door opens, closes)

(Nusrat crying softly)

(sniffles)

It's been a terrible day.

I just wonder
who you're crying for.

What?

Why would you...?

Are you crying for him?

I don't...

I think you are.

You're not crying
for my grandmother.

I saw you together.

This morning.

He took your hand.

He took my...?

He was saying good-bye to me,
like a brother.

Bullshit!

I've seen the way he looks
at you, how you look at him.

You told me you wanted
an annulment for my sake,

so I could have an heir,
but that was a lie.

You just wanted
to be with him.
Ahmed...

Tell me he doesn't want you!

He wants everything.

What I have,
what my father has.

What all bastards want.

You don't know
what you're talking about.

I wanted you,

but your parents
kicked me out.

The annulment came from
them, Ahmed, not from me.

I was just a messenger.

Was Rami being
kind to me? Yes.

The way that you're
kind to someone

that's just
been discarded.

He told me he would
look me up in London

when he was done winning your
war for you, when he left here

for the very last time.

He wants nothing
from you!

He was saving
your skin.

And you... you
turned on him.

I don't want to
hear any more.

Well, I'm not done!

Your parents are monsters,
Ahmed!

Your family
is a horror!

And I haven't even told you
the half of it.

Knocking is always an option,
you know.

You scared me
half to death,

and I was very
nearly indecent.

Very nearly?

Why don't we go
with indecent?

I'm sorry, Ahmed, I'm not
in the mood to be clever.

Did you tell Nusrat she needed
to ask for an annulment?

Ahmed, now is not the time.

Answer me!

Did Nusrat ask
for the annulment,

or was it you and Father?

It was understood that
an annulment was the only way...

You're lying.

Ahmed...

You're lying.

It was you.

What does it matter?

Why are we fighting?

You need someone
to bear your child.

What about Rami? What about
the charges against him?

I don't know.
Are those lies, too?

I don't know.

Tell me what
really happened.

I don't know.

Was it Father?
(sighs)

Was it a cover-up?
I can't figure it out.

Was he trying to kill my brother
instead of the other way around?

(whispers):
Oh, no, I can't believe...

Oh, God.

(sighs)

Nusrat was right.

You're both monsters.

How dare you

compare me to your
father! I love you.

You're okay with destroying
everything around you.

That's not true. I've tried.

You tried? Really?

Not hard enough.
I've tried,

but everything dies
around your father.

And you stood by his side!

My entire life,
you stayed silent.

You took the deal!

You took his deal!

(crying softly)

Ahmed, please try to
understand my position.

I have nothing that
matters except for a son.

Except for you.

That's why I never
left this place.

Because of you.

You treated me
like one of your puppets.

Like one of your subjects.

I never had a say
in my own life.

You're an Al Fayeed.
I'm an Al Fayeed.

None of us has a say
in our own lives.

(sniffles)

Did you even hear yourself?

You and father can bring
the Palace down around you

for all I care.

I'm done with both of you.

No, Ahmed, please.

No. No, Ahmed, please.

Please.
(crying)

You need to eat more.

How do you know?

Have you ever done this before?
Gone into battle?

M-Maybe it's better
not to be stuffed.

Okay, then. I'll
pack your food.

You don't know when you'll have
a chance for another meal.

I'm too scared to eat.

Like this.

Now try again.

Zaher?
Ah.

How's your foot?

Ah. Better since
you wrapped it.

If you can't run on it,
I want you to stay behind.

You'll get another
chance to fight.

It's fine.

I promise.

I won't be a burden.

You need to be
faster than this.

I got it.

If you're
nervous now,

see what happens when
you're under fire, hmm?

How's it going?

I just need to practice
the reloading.

He's nervous.
It's understandable.

It's not nerves.
S-Something's wrong.

I-I don't feel
like myself.

You need sleep.

I need to practice.

So...

After you get some sleep.

Come on.

I'll show you to your tent.

See you in a few hours.

I'm fine.
Yeah?

Mm-hmm.
Okay.

Oh.

SAMMY: Got really tired
all of a sudden.

Yeah, it's been
a long day.
(sighs)

There we go.
(sighs)

Okay.

Let's get
some sleep.

Yeah.

Here we go.

I am so proud of you.

You have no idea.

He can't hear us.

He'll be out for another
six hours at least.

Well, he won't be very happy
when he wakes up.

I'll do my best to tell him why

you couldn't let him
come with you.

I want him to hear it
from me when I get back.

But if I don't
get the chance,

I want you to
give him this.

It's a...

video I made trying
to explain myself.

How soon do you head out?

Very soon now. We have to
be in position before

the sun comes up.

Then we move in when
the sandstorm arrives.

Right.

How can I help? Um...

You'll need provisions,
and, um, what else?

Dal-Daliyah. Daliyah.

What?

You don't have
to say anything else.

Everything is understood
between us.

I will wait here for you
with your son.

Come back, okay?

But if you don't...

Good-bye.

That's all.

We have nothing
to talk about.

At least listen
to what I have to say.

You can say
whatever you like.

I'm a captive audience.

I don't actually know the truth
about what happened today.

But I've started to doubt
my husband's version of it.

And I've started
to doubt his ability

to carry on in his position.

There's no one else here.

Why don't you say
what you really mean?

You're afraid.

Of your husband.

Of your husband's
enemies.

You've watched
enough of the news

over the past few years,
and it's suddenly dawned on you

that you're
not special.

You're not immune
from being washed away

by the tides of history.

If I were to switch sides,

if I were to get you
out of here,

would you support my son and I?

Support?

You mean...

fight your war

so that Ahmed can usurp
his father's presidency?

I don't have those ducks
quite lined up yet,

but, yes, essentially, yes.

If I were to convince my son,
by doing this,

that I've finally
come to my senses.

It's an interesting game.

But you can't win it.
Don't underestimate me.

You can't beat Jamal.
He holds all the cards.

Controls the government,
the secret police.

But you have the military.
I have mercenaries.

They have no interest
in a coup.

They want to fight,
get paid and go home.

What if I were to remove
my husband from the equation?

You don't really mean that.

No?

What if I do?

Really?

You're shocked?

Against the laws of nature,
is it?

But how have the laws of nature
ever protected you?

Or your family?

Or our people?

Since when did you become
a Boy Scout, Rami?

I'm no better off in a world
in which sons kill fathers.

And how about one
where fathers kill sons?!

Or lead their country into ruin?

People who are cornered
do desperate things.

At this point,

it might even be self-defense.

So all I'm asking is:

if I were to do my part,
will you do yours?

State your business.

I'm Molly Al Fayeed.

I'm here to see
Amira Al Fayeed.

Please, follow me.

*

(steady thumping,
Jamal grunting)

Mother.

(sighs)

If I could only
trade places with you.

It should have been me.

I know I don't deserve it.

Will I see her again?

(sighs)

God, please...

take me instead.

Will I have a place in heaven
after all I've done?

Please, just let me
see her again.

Just once.

(sobbing)

(footsteps approaching)

What is it, Nabila?

Your sister-in-law--

she's in the Palace
security office.

Molly's here. Why?

Something about an appointment
with Mrs. Al Fayeed.

Oh, Amira.

(Jamal continues sobbing)

I came here to find Amira,
not to see you.

I don't want to see you.

This is my palace.

Good for you.

For this past year,
you haven't shown me

or my children
one ounce of kindness,

one moment of mercy.
That wasn't...

Amira was supposed to meet me
yesterday morning,

she hasn't been
returning my calls.

So either let me see her
or kick me out,

but please spare me
anything you have to say.

I have no interest in you.

Amira's dead.

She was killed...

in a car explosion

that was meant for...

I don't know who.

Oh, my God.

I saw the wrong brother killed.

Jamal keeps
telling me

that he's being punished
for killing Bassam, but...

...I'm the one being punished.

I'm the one losing everything.

I don't think...
Leila.

Yes?

Yes, Molly?

What's going on?

I... I didn't...

Leila!

I didn't...

What's going on?

Sammy. Stop.
(muttering)

There's no point.
They're hours gone by now.

Damn!

He had no right.

That's not...
This wasn't about him and you.

Bullshit.
This was about your mother.

I-I don't know
what that means.

It means that no one
should risk losing

both a husband and a son
on the same day.

Your father made the same rule
about other families as well.

You're not the only one.

Then why didn't he tell me?
Instead of...

Because he knew
that you'd fight him on it.

And because
he has soldiers to lead.

And he could not spend the night
before this battle

working through with you

the mistakes that he made
in your childhood.

He told you?

Sammy, it's what
tortured him the most.

When he thought that
he would never see you again.

I think he's a different person
now than the one you knew.

He loves you.

He really loves you.

Do you love him?

(phone ringing)

Hello.

Sammy, I'm trying to get ahold
of your dad, he's not answering.

He left his phone behind so the
Caliphate wouldn't track him.

Then he's left already?
Yeah.

God, there's got to be a way to
reach him. I need to reach him.

Uh, what's going on?

Sammy, listen to me.

The military is not coming.

Your father's on his own,
he's got no support.

He needs to turn back.

O-Okay, um, his soldiers
are in radio contact

on a designated frequency.

I will try to reach him
and get right back to you.

Don't... don't worry.

(wind roaring)

(radio static crackling)

HALIMA (through static):
This is base camp.

Khalil, please respond
immediately.

I repeat,

this is base
camp, Khalil.

Please respond
immediately.

I repeat, please
respond immediately.

(static crackling)

I repeat, please
respond immediately.

This is base camp, Khalil.
Please respond immediately.

I repeat, please
respond immediately.
(static crackling)

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