All language subtitles for Tyrant (2014) - S03E01 - Spring (1080p AMZN WEB-DL x265 Silence)_track3_[eng]

Previously on Tyrant...

This land you betrayed me for,
your own brother,

I give it to you.

BARRY:
Jamal!

DALIYAH: You found
him in the desert?

Get your father.

And don't talk
about this to anyone.

The sons of Tal Jiza
will become soldiers

in the Army of the Caliphate.

BARRY:
I thought this wasn't my fight.

Come back, okay?

If you don't...

(explosions)

Sammy, hold this tourniquet.
Please just let me die.

SAMMY: Dad, that's not
just some prisoner.

Sammy...
You know who that is?

I know who it is.

MOLLY:
The man you know as Khalil,

the man who's been fighting
the Caliphate

inside Ma'an...

that's Barry.

LEILA:
It's over.

The ICC is issuing
a warrant of arrest

for five counts of crimes
against humanity, Jamal.

It's what you always wanted,
isn't it?

This job, this power.

No, it really isn't.

Don't fool yourself,
brother.

LEILA:
What did Jamal say?

It's over. He's stepping down.

SAMMY: Crowd's been
gathering all morning.

They all started
chanting your name,

calling for you
to be the next president.

CROWD (chanting):
Bassam! Bassam! Bassam!

(chanting continues)

The chemical weapon in question

were deployed without
my knowledge or consent.

I did not

commit this crime.

Therefore,

why should I step down?

(gunshots)

(people screaming, clamoring)

(call to prayer playing
over loudspeakers)

Second drawer, I believe.

If you're looking for a spatula.

(chuckles softly)

You are
everywhere, Aziz.

It's my job
to anticipate your every need.

Mm. You should be asleep.

It's 5:00 a.m.

We all should.

Tomorrow's speech--

it's not exactly, um... done.

Then focus on that.

There are people who can make an
omelet for you, Mr. President.

(chuckles)

"Mr. President."

(chuckles)

Still sounds so strange.

You should get used to it.

(clamoring, siren wailing)

(cameras clicking)

BARRY: Call you as soon
as I know anything.

Where's Sammy?

Rami assigned him
a security detail. He's safe.

Barry, I know you want
to go with your brother,

but I think you should stay.

(footsteps approaching)

Hey.

There's no news.

He's been in there
for over an hour.

LEA:
Bassam?

Things are moving
very quickly.

We need to get you
back to the Palace.

This is no longer
a negotiated political process.

In one form or another, there's
about to be a coup in Abuddin.

Now, it can be orderly or
it can be very unpleasant,

but you need to get
on television tonight,

and you tell this country
you're in control.

Look, I know this is
more than you wanted to do,

but look how
close we are

to achieving everything
you fought for.

Take charge now,
or someone else will.

Tell Rami I want to meet
with him in an hour.

(footsteps approaching)

Oh, there you are.

Help me with this.
What are you doing?

Your father's computer,
his records, bank accounts.

I don't want any of it
getting into the wrong hands.

I-I can't do this right now.

I have to see Nusrat.

Ahmed, listen to me.

I need you to stay focused.

The people and the Army
will support Bassam,

but there will always be
the person who comes next.

And that could be us.

I know power comes before people
in this family,

but I'm not going to abandon...

Ahmed, for God's sake!

This is a dangerous time.

Work with me.
She's still my wife.

Yes, but she also tried
to assassinate your father,

and such women do not
become first lady.

And that was her choice.

MALOOF:
What are you doing here?

You no longer have the right
to be in this office.

How dare you. This is our home.

Arrest them.

Of course now all of you
appear like cockroaches.

Sir, this way.

You will answer to me
for this, Colonel.

You are wrong, madame.

This time,
it's the other way around.

MOLLY:
He'll be here in an hour.

He's ready to talk.

Rami, I need to know there's
not gonna be any problems here.

I know you had presidential
aspirations yourself.

The Army will support
your husband.
Thank you.

I'll have television cameras
set up in the office.

General.

Colonel Maloof.

Do you wish to explain yourself?

Explain your
treason, Colonel.

General Said, sir, I speak
for the officers of your Army

when I say that you are
our commander

and we will follow you and
whatever government you form.

But only if the enemies
of the state

are finally
and properly punished.

"Enemies of the state"?

I risked my life to bring
my husband to justice.

We had a deal, General.

Me, you and the
Arab League.

Your husband reneged.

You delivered no one.
There's no deal.

Colonel, you do not speak
for me or for the Army.

Sir, I realize
I'm exceeding my authority here.

This is the price

for your officers' cooperation.

LEILA: I wouldn't
celebrate too quickly.

You're married to an Al Fayeed.

One day they will
come for you, too.

*

RAMI:
You have our full support.

BARRY:
Under these conditions?

That my extended family
is arrested?

For what crimes?

MALOOF:
They ruled together.

They got rich off the suffering
of this country together.

A court can set them free,
but not us, not you.

RAMI:
Bassam, your brother--

my father-- is still alive.

He could live.

But that makes for
a very dangerous situation.

Those who might
be unhappy

with what we do could make
things difficult and bloody

if left free
to oppose us.

I'm ready.

MAN: Mr. President?

We're going live.

Three, two, one.

People of Abuddin...

my brother is in surgery.

Whether he will live or die,

we do not know.

That is in God's hands.

But he will no longer
be able to carry out

his duties as your president.

Nor is it acceptable
that he should.

Starting as of this moment,

I am, with the support

of the Abuddinian military,

assuming the office

of President of Abuddin.

I saw my sister die at the hands
of Jamal Al Fayeed.

My friends at the hands
of the Caliphate.

I cried too many times.

I waited for this day and
never believed it would come.

But Bassam Al Fayeed
has kept his promise.

AL-QADI: Bassam is
promising us democracy.

The same thing his brother
promised us a year ago.

But our holy book
does not teach us to be fools.

(quiet laughter)

25 years ago,
Abuddin turned away

from God's law towards man's.

Now one Al Fayeed
replaces another.

And they call it progress.

(crowd murmuring)

This is a holy place!

SIDDIQ:
Sheik Al-Qadi,

you are under arrest.

We have a list of men
who will come with us.

Under whose orders?

By order of the general
of the Army, General Said.

And mine, as governor
of Ma'an Province.

And what are the charges?

Treason.

Encouraging your followers
to support the Caliphate

during their occupation.
This is nonsense.

My entire family
was slaughtered...

...while your followers

kept the Caliphate comfortable.

How many in your families died?

Hmm?

Exactly.

You prayed with them,

and you sold them
your goods,

and you prospered
during their occupation.

You're collaborators.

(men clamoring)

Finally those who have
committed crimes against us

will be called to account.

Justice is about to have
its day in Abuddin.

(clamoring)

(grunts loudly)

CROWD (chanting):
Bassam! Bassam! Bassam! Bassam!

(chanting continues)

*

(door opens)

MOLLY:
Honey?

It's 3:00 a.m.

I know this is a lot to handle.

Barry, come to bed.

We can talk about it.

You know who I wish
was here right now?

My mother.

She's the one
in my head.

She always wanted this for me.

But I broke her heart
because I didn't.

I still don't.

*

You're here because
it's feeding time?

To watch the animals
in their cages?

Ahmed's sleeping.

Been sleeping a lot these days.

I wanted to make sure
that you're being taken care of.

Well, Aziz is looking after us,
as you can see.

Why are we here?

What crimes have we committed?

We were allies,

Bassam, you and I.

If there are people
who are angry at our family,

who want to
see someone punished,

you can't let them take
their revenge out on me, Bassam.

Or on my son.

How is that going
to make anything better?

If we die?

You're not completely
in control here, are you?

You're not eating.

Are you upset?

I'm sorry, what?

Are you here for us?

Yes.

(panting)

MOLLY:
Honey?

You okay?

Yeah, yeah, just,
uh... just a dream.

Sorry, didn't mean
to startle you.

No, it's okay.

Hey.

You want to
tell me about it?

Where you going?

To fix things.

I'll arrange for
someone to drive you.

No, just, uh...

just get me a car;
I'll drive myself.

Just a routine
inspection.

It's all right, you
can leave us alone.

Don't.

I know you loved me once.

I'm sorry.

(softly):
Nusrat...

No one comes to see me.

Not even my husband.

I need to talk to him.

I... (sniffles)

I need to explain.

Does he hate me for what I did?

He, uh...

He loves you.

Okay.

Good. Well... (sniffles)

Maybe they'll let me
see him soon.

Jamal. Is he...

No one knows if
he'll live or die.

Bassam is president now.

Well... (chuckles)

at least I did some good.

Yes.

Are they going to execute me?

Bassam wouldn't
let them do that.

And you.

You won't let them kill me,
will you?

I, uh...

Right.

Y-You shot a president.

I couldn't let them win.

You understand that, right?

Someone had to stop him.

None of you could do it,

so I had to do it for you.

AZIZ:
Are you okay, madame?

I'm just...

I'm having a bad day.

May I arrange to have
the supper removed?

I had them include
the cookies you like.

Yes, I saw that.

I know it doesn't
mean much.

No, it means everything.

You've always
looked after me, Aziz.

You above all others, madame.

Always. Till the end.

DALIYAH:
It's nearly midnight.

You scared me.

I wanted to come and see you
so many times before this.

I know the rules.

Just to talk.

I need your advice.

Okay.

I'll make us some tea.

BARRY: I started thinking about
what they did

in Tunisia, in South Africa.

That for this cycle to end,

one of these days, the victims
will have to stop saying,

"I want revenge,"
and just say...

"I forgive."

So you're just going
to let people go free?

No punishment?

No, no, I couldn't do that.
No one would understand.

I wouldn't understand.
I'm talking about

forming a
Truth and Dignity Commission.

We all give testimony,

the victims
and the victimizers,

for all the crimes
we committed against each other,

my father's, my brother's,
the Caliphate's.

We go on record...

to forgive and to heal.

I think that's beautiful.

(chuckles softly)

You do?

I really do.

Why did you need to ask me?

You should talk about this
with your wife,

the first lady.

You came to Asima to play a part
in the new Abuddin.

Isn't that what you said?

Yes.

The commission will be led
by a five-person panel.

I'm gonna name you the chair.

(chuckles)

That's not funny.

I'm not the right choice,
Bassam.

I know nothing about government.
Exactly.

That is why you're perfect.

You have no political interests.

And you are
a national hero.

The Mother of the Revolution.

Haven't you read
any of these books?

Oh, Bassam.

You'll be fully independent.

You can ask
any question you like.

Call any witness.

You can investigate anything.

Even me.

(chuckles softly)

I don't like this.

I don't.

It makes me afraid.

I trust you.

I don't trust anyone else
the way that I trust you.

And I'm the president.

Are you gonna say no to me?

These are enemies of the state.
You can't just...

W-With all due respect,
this is crazy.

Be careful
how you address me, Colonel.

What will you do
about Jamal?

He's still in a coma.

Even if he lives,
he'll be paralyzed and frail.

We can keep him under a soft
house arrest, a convalescence.

And let the country

watch him reform publicly.

Better that
than putting him on trial

and turning him into a lightning
rod for his supporters.

BARRY:
Exactly.

And Nusrat?

We'll place her in
a mental institution for a time,

and then release her.

She cannot be
the only person punished

for 25 years of crimes
in this country.

That could set
a very dangerous precedent.

Shoot a president
on national television,

and then walk away.

If I released her alone, yes.

But after six months
and under a general amnesty,

I think we can manage it.

SIDDIQ:
And what about Ihab?

You can't do this
to the people of Ma'an.

Ihab will be transferred
to a new jurisdiction

prior to the amnesty.

I'm negotiating with
the Buhaira government,

with the help of
the Arab League,

to take him off our hands.

Without consulting us first?

You can either have
my back on this,

or you can have my resignation.

Of course he's late.
He was always late.

(chuckles)
He was always late.

"Don't wait for your father.

"The pancakes will get cold.

He's on the phone."

"With a patient."

SAMMY:
Mm-hmm.

(Molly chuckles)

What?
MOLLY:
Nothing.

We were just
reminiscing.

How's the speech coming?

Up all night. Almost done.

Good.

So, what are we

reminiscing about?

About our old
family breakfasts.

"What are you afraid of, Emma?"

What?

"If you say
what you're afraid of,

"if we talk about it,

it won't be so scary."

I can't believe that worked.

(chuckles softly)

(Emma laughs)

Mom?

(voice breaking):
What?

(chuckles)
Mom, don't...

I know. It just...

How many more mornings
are we gonna have like this,

with everyone around
the table together? (sniffles)

If you guys don't
get it, okay, you won't

until you have kids,
but if I could just

freeze time right now...

All right, drama queen.

I just want to say that
16 months ago,

we were an ordinary family

from Pasadena,

and now
look where we are,

what we've
accomplished.

Not so bad, where life takes us.

Well?

Nice.

Nice?

Can I get a little support here?

I'm going to the Palace today.

It doesn't matter how you
look when you're famous.

I'm not famous.

You're famous in this book.

It says you're
the Mother of the Revolution.

"Khalil and the Red Hand."

People actually read this?

Everybody's reading it.

Well, they should know
it's all exaggerated.

To sell copies.

The pictures make it look like
you want to kiss him.

It shows us kissing?

No, it just...

looks like you want to.

To sell copies.

Abu Omar is the one
who took you, right?

Did you hate him?

At first.

And then
I felt sorry for him.

It shows him
looking for something

you hid under
your clothes.

Allah, this is
not a good book.

*

You know, I've, uh...

I've never made out
with a famous person before.

(chuckles)
I'm not famous.
Ah, come on.

You were invited to the Palace
for the president's speech.

That's famous enough for me.

It's good to know
what you like about me.

That's not what
I like about you.

And I could not care less
about politics, but...

I like other aspects of you,

and I'm happy
to talk about those.

Don't be an asshole.

How can you not care
about politics?

This is a huge speech.

I think he's going to announce
plans for a real election.

(sighs)

Oh, from the Red Hand
to the Blue Finger.

You know, the ink that proves
you voted in an election.

Blue finger.

I like that.

Blue Finger.

We could use that.

(chuckles)
What-what just happened?

You talked politics by accident.

BARRY: Today will be known
as National Reconciliation Day.

Why?

Because it's not enough
just to call an election

six months from now.

Experiments in democracy
fail all the time.

We can't plan a better future
for ourselves

until we come to terms
with our failed past.

We still live side by side.

Fundamentalists and secularists.

Supporters of the old regime
and supporters of the new.

Now, we can avenge wrongs,

seek revenge
against our enemies,

but history is pretty clear
on one thing:

that one day
those enemies will return

to seek revenge on us.

The Koran teaches us,
"Repel evil with good,

and he who was your enemy

may become your dearest friend."

And so I am establishing

a Truth and Dignity Commission,

and with it,
the promise of healing

instead of retribution.

Reconciliation...

rather than revenge.

I've asked Daliyah Al-Yazbek,

one of the heroes
of the revolution,

to chair the five-person panel

charged with hearing
the testimony

and telling the story

of our crimes
against each other.

(camera shutters clicking)

Mr. President, thank you.

I am a Bedouin woman

from a village...

that no longer exists.

A widow

in a family
where two of three sons

are now gone.

A citizen

in this nation

of suffering.

We must look
each other in the eye

and tell each other
our stories.

By orders of
the president.

Send him my thanks.

He's also instructed me
to tell you that you are

invited to the first meeting
of the Election Committee.

Then I will see you
at the conference table.

All of us must give testimony

for the story to be complete.

And no one will be
granted amnesty

until they give full witness
to their own crimes.

MALOOF: The president would like
to see you later this evening.

I forgive you, Colonel.

Isn't that the style
of the moment?

Where is Nusrat?

Has she been released?

She's been transferred
for a period of time

to a mental institution.

Well, I need to see my wife.

DALIYAH:
Not so much forgiveness

as a coming to terms.

Send me away as far as you want.

You can shove forgiveness
up your ass.

You think that you are
the hero here, hmm?

You call elections.

Those were my elections.

One year ago,
I was going to be president.

You, your family took
everything I ever had.

We are not nearly done

with each other,
Al Fayeed.

DALIYAH:
And that,

we pray,

in time...

will set us free.

(gasps)

Wake up.

What's happening?

What are you doing?
What's happening?

I want to see Ahmed!

No, no, no!

I want to see my husband!

I want to see Ahmed!

No, please don't do this.
Please.

Bassam wouldn't do this.

I don't understand.

Please, please.

No, stop!

Stop!

Get off me!

(shouts)

Stop it, please!

Somebody help me!

Somebody!

Somebody help me!

(grunts)

(choking)

So, that's Daliyah.

Famous Daliyah
who saved your life.

She's not how I pictured her.

(chuckles) Really?
How did you picture her?

Uh, I don't know.

Desert-worn?

(chuckles)

I didn't know
she was in the capital.

You never said.

Yeah, for a while now.

She's an unlikely choice
for that position.

Don't you think?

Yes, very.

But...

people love her.

I guess war makes
unlikely heroes.

I think she's the perfect
person for the job.

Dinner, after I
meet with Leila?

Mm, sure.

Okay.

BARRY: You don't waste much time
on thank-yous, do you?

You're looking for gratitude?

I'm sorry I've disappointed you.

Though I do admire
your courage.

Still, this experiment of yours

doesn't work without my blessing
and participation.

I'm going to inherit
my husband's support

without even asking.

That's 25% of the country,
at least.

That's exactly why I expect
you'll work with me

towards this election--
self-interest.

Naturally.

Ahmed wants to follow
in his father's footsteps.

(scoffs)
Who wouldn't?

In the meantime, what position
do I have in your cabinet?

Or were you just

playing lip service
to a coalition government?

What are you looking for?

I lived on the sidelines
for 20 years, Bassam.

Watching and nodding while
other people made mistakes.

I want to be foreign secretary,

the first woman foreign
secretary of an Arab nation.

Okay.

That's what you'll be.

(knocking on door)

I'm sorry,
Mr. President, madame.

(sobs)

(sniffles)

Did she leave a note?

I don't think so.

I'm sure she couldn't,
locked in her cell.

There you are.

General.

Not now, Colonel.

You have a meeting.

I said not now!

AZIZ: Is there anything
I can do for you, madame?

Anything else?

Did she really commit suicide?

I never asked you.

AZIZ:
Of course not.

It's my job to anticipate.

Your son was in
an impossible position.

I tried to kill him myself once.

My husband.

I couldn't.

(door opens and closes)

So what does the Arabic say?

"This time,
we choose."

Blue finger.

Red Hand to Blue Finger.

Clever.

This election
is like a dream.

I'm just not sure about this
"turn the other cheek" thing.

Don't say anything
to your dad.

I mean, I'm
still angry.

I don't know. Can you
pretend to forgive?

You don't pretend.

You force yourself
until it becomes the truth.

Right.

I'll try.

You say you
want democracy.

Then shouldn't democracy
begin at this table?

And yet you've
already announced

the election's in
six months away.

Why six months?

That's the soonest
I think we can be ready.

I'm not sure these gentlemen
want it to be the soonest.

That's good for
the front-runner.

That's good for you,
Mr. President.

It's not good for
the rest of us.

You're lucky you're even
being allowed to run.

You offered us all positions
in your government.

You have a problem
with that, too?

Patience, General.

By accepting
those positions

in your government,

we give tacit support
to your policies.

We have nothing
to run against.

When we run against you,
we run against ourselves.

He's right.
As it is,

polling says that if
the elections were held today,

you would get
72% of the vote.

It won't be an election.

It... it would be
a coronation, of you.

Tell us why
we should support that.

Because I'm not running.

I'm not running for president.

Whatever you do,
you do it for yourselves.

This is not
an open question.

There's nothing
to discuss.

You might at least
have given a heads up

to your principal ally.

So you could do what?

Was this your
plan all along--

to drop out of
the election?

Then why didn't you say so
before you took office?

Because then the country
needed reassurance.

Now it needs a real election.

And that cannot happen if I run.

I'm afraid for
your country, Bassam.

Me, too.

Every day.

But here's the real question.

Are you truly committed
to democracy in Abuddin,

whatever outcome
it produces?

Or will America be seen
by the whole world

as only having supported me?

You seem nervous.

You're the First Lady
of Abuddin.

And you're the head of the
Truth and Dignity Commission.

To be honest, none of this
seems real to me.

I'm a doctor from Pasadena.

Tell me about it.

Daliyah, I...

owe you a lot, I think.

My husband's life,
I hear, for starters.

No, please.

Don't be modest.

Listen, to tell you the truth,

I wish you would tell me
all about it.

Barry won't.

He keeps everything
locked up inside.

It was a painful time.

I know.

And my husband

is quite private,

even in the best of times.

I met him as Khalil.

I know what you mean.

He's told me almost nothing
about you.

I'm not all that important.

Just a small part
in his story.

I doubt that.

He obviously thinks
very highly of you.

And now we share

in this job of
taking care of Abuddin.

We share many things.

So I wanted to meet you.

I'm honored.

You okay?

I'm in mourning
for my wife.

You, on the other hand,
seem to be moving on nicely.

Don't do that.
I'm in mourning, too.

And the work for the government
doesn't stop, Ahmed.

So I hear.

You've been made
foreign secretary?

Yes. That's very good
news for us.

"For us"?

How does that help me
run for president?

Ahmed, you're in mourning
for your wife.

This is no time to be
thinking about elections.

Nusrat died to make this
possible for me.

That's all I'm going to be
thinking about.

It's too soon.

What?

What does that mean?

If the office had been
handed to you,

if all this had happened
a few years from now,

after Bassam's administration,
that would have been one thing.

But right now you're in no
position to run for president.

You're just not
hard enough yet.

Takes time to develop calluses.

That's not a bad thing.

You're going to run yourself.

I'm keeping a place for you.

Just as your father
would have done.

You need time.
I'm buying you time.

Bullshit!

You crave power.

You don't even think
about it anymore.

It's a reflex...

Yes, it is!

It's instinct!

That's what I've known
my whole life.

The will to power.

That's how I've survived, Ahmed.

Well, at least
we've acknowledged it.

You're in this for you.

There is no difference
between what I do for myself

and what I do for you.

I'm strong to
take care of you.

But you know
what's funny?

That I should even
have to answer that.

Like it's some kind of a crime

for a woman
to think about herself.

This is for
both of us.

You are my son
and I love you,

but I'm tired for apologizing
of sometimes thinking

that I might be more
than a wife and a mother.

It's like King Lear.

They'll all fight
for your kingdom now.

I know.

But it was always more
theirs than it was mine.

And at least now everyone
has a stake in it.

And I can sleep
a little easier.

Soon I'll be an
ordinary man.

No more power.

Right. Yeah.

Much better,
it turns out.

But for a while,

we are the First Family
of Abuddin.

Yes, we are.

I'm proud of that.

Barry...

do you still love me?

You know the answer to that.

Mm-hmm.

Are you still...
in love with me?

(short chuckle)

Yes.

Why would you
ask me that now?

I don't know.

Never mind.

Hey.

It's you and me.

You know that.

You're right, I know that.

(phone rings)

Aziz.

My brother.

DOCTOR:
He woke up from the coma
about an hour ago.

He's not communicating yet,
but he does

respond to stimuli.

Your brother's not
out of the woods, of course,

but if I were a betting man,
I'd give him decent odds.

Thank you, Doctor.

I've been
praying for this.

But between you and me...

...it might have been easier...

...my brother...

...if you had died.

Welcome.

Marhaba.

You've asked to see me,
Mr. Ambassador? Please.

Out of respect,
Madam Foreign Secretary.

There has been a change
in my government's position

with regards to Ihab bin Rashid.

Tell the president
to join us immediately.

WOMAN: Right away.

What does that mean, exactly?

The Caliphate has
threatened to execute

25 of our nationals
in its custody

if we do not release
our prisoner.

I understand.

Let us arrange to have him

returned to our control.

I'm afraid it's not that simple.

(shouts)

BARRY:
So bin Rashid is already gone?

I'm sending you home,
Mr. Ambassador,

with a letter of protest
to your government.

As you wish.

It would be unfortunate
if it comes out

that you've accepted bin Rashid
as a bargaining chip

to negotiate the release
of your own nationals.

You are new at this.

I will take it this is a
mistake of inexperience,

not an accusation
against an ally

that you wish
to turn into an enemy.

As you wish.

(door closes)

I made a mistake.

(violin playing gentle music)

Gentlemen!

We're almost there.

Let's buckle up!

General.
Exley.

Welcome back, sir.

Am I too late?

We'll see.

Welcome home.

Caliph.

I'm in your debt.

Keeping my eye on you.

Had Bassam not
done us the favor,

we might have had to get you
out of prison by ourselves.

I'm honored.

I have my selfish reason.

Syria is coming apart
by the seams.

We're under
pressure here.

We need a new home.

The fact that the American
has taken power in Abuddin

is an opportunity
almost too good to be true

if we play it right.

So... use me.

Bassam has my country

operating under the assumption

that we can all
forgive each other.

I'm never going to forgive.

He and his whole family

are going to wish
that he had just let me die.

I have a meeting with
the Egyptian foreign minister.

What's everyone else
up to?

What are you afraid of, Emma?

(both chuckle)

Thanks for
asking, Dad.

Today, nothing.

*

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Media Access Group at WGBH