All language subtitles for Tyrant (2014) - S03E02 - Cockroach (1080p AMZN WEB-DL x265 Silence)_track3_[eng]

Previously on Tyrant...

BARRY: Starting as of
this moment, I am,

with the support of
the Abuddinian military,

assuming the office
of President of Abuddin.

AL-QADI: Bassam is
promising us democracy.

The same thing his brother
promised us a year ago.

Now one Al Fayeed
replaces another,

and they call it progress.

I'm talking about forming
a Truth and Dignity Commission.

I'm gonna name you
the chair.

LEILA:
I want to be

the first woman foreign
secretary of an Arab nation.

That's what you'll be.

Please, no, stop!

(choking)

If the elections were
held today, you would get

72% of the vote.

It would be a coronation,
of you.

Tell us why
we should support that.

I'm not running for president.

Was this your plan all along,
to drop out of the election?

The country needed reassurance.

Now it needs a real election,
and that cannot happen

if I run.
COGSWELL: Exley.

SHEIK ABDULLAH: The American has
taken power in Abuddin.

It is an opportunity
almost too good to be true

if we play it right.

FAUZI:
There is no hope here anymore,

only chaos or tyranny.

Do you believe in
what the Caliphate is doing?

I don't actually care anymore.

Stop!

(grunts)

(screams)

He and his whole family
are going to wish

that he had just let me die.

I'm never going to forgive.

(indistinct chatter)

I still need to
take a plaster cast

to make the mold.

Once the arm is
properly fitted,

you'll be amazed
how well it works.

NEWSWOMAN: This marks
Mrs. Al Fayeed's first visit

to the war-torn region.

The president is
committed to making sure...

You'll be able to open
and close your fingers,

even make a fist.

They will be honored
for their sacrifice,

and we are grateful
for their service.

(exhales)

Look at this bullshit
they keep spinning,

in the comic books
and the propaganda.

Can you give us
a minute, Doctor?

The Al Fayeed bitch
is coming to Ma'an.

(pounds table)

Coming to my home.

Wafiq has her driver.

And his wife and their children.

He's given us
Mrs. Al Fayeed's itinerary:

motorcade routes,
communication channels.

He's, uh, motivated
to deliver Mrs. Al Fayeed.

Okay, then.

You are trying to provoke
Bassam into a fight, yes?

Let him watch me kill his wife.

See how long he can
contain his rage.

MOLLY: My husband
has asked me to represent him

not only as first lady,
but also as a physician.

(indistinct chatter)

General Cogswell.

Welcome back
to Abuddin.

Mr. President.

Thank you for allowing
me to do this in person,

and thanks to Ms. Exley
for being the go-between.

Welcome.
I don't think

your agenda is much
of a mystery, General.

Unfortunately, your brother

allowed the capabilities
of the Abuddinian military

to be severely... degraded.

I bring to you a very generous
offer of an aid package.

Money, machines,
boots on the ground,

and I'm talking
2,000 to 3,000 troops.

Training to rebuild
so that you have

the capabilities
to protect yourself

against threats both
foreign and domestic.

And, of course,

uh, we will stay
as long as you need us.

Or is that
the other way around?

Well, we want an ally.

For intelligence purposes,
defense, trade.

I'm not trying to hide that.

RAMI: And we can use
all the help we can get.

I know what my general wants,
but I have a problem

you can't help me with.

It's essential
that I continue to be seen

as the Arab leader
of an Arab country.

But my years

in the United States
make that more difficult.

We could be a silent partner.

I thought the United States
was inherently noisy.

I assume you've met

our foreign secretary?

As first lady, yes. Madam.

General.

BARRY: I'm not
sure that I can

accept your offer,
generous though it is.

But, uh, why don't you two
work out some details.

Give me something
to consider.

Have you been
waiting for me?

You told Aziz I'm not
permitted to bury my wife?

In a public ceremony,
that's right.

It's a very bad idea, Ahmed.

Why? Everyone else

in this country gets to
apologize and be forgiven.

Why not her?

People can forgive
her, not you.

Not yet.

She tried to assassinate
your father, Ahmed.

Your father.

You just need a little bit
more time to get over that.

There would have been
a civil war between you and him.

She saved us from that.

She's a hero to many people
in this country.

I understand that, I do.

But she killed herself,
and that's a major sin.

Oh, so you've found God now?

We are a public family.

Perception matters.

Right.

You haven't found God.

You found politics.

Oh, Ahmed.

God is politics.

HAITHAM: Don't forget to read
chapter seven for tomorrow.

And be prepared to talk about
whether enforcing

Sharia as state
law contradicts

its religious nature.

Professor El-Amin,
I want you to meet my friend,

Sammy Al Fayeed.

Mr. Al Fayeed.

Hi. Um, I know I've
missed three weeks,

but I-I'd love to take your
class, if you don't mind.

I'd love to have you.

Great.

Reading materials are...

listed at the top.

I know. It's a lot.

But I'm sure Halima didn't
tell you I was an easy teacher.

No, she didn't, but she doesn't
tell me a lot of things.

Uh, why don't I tutor you.

At least for the first few weeks
so you can catch up.

Yes. Thank you.

Call me Haitham.

When we're not in class.

Of course.

MOLLY:
Not only as

first lady,
but also as a physician.

You were great.

Really relaxed,
authoritative,

very first lady-ish.

MOLLY:
It's not really my thing,

being on TV, but thank you.

Oh, my gosh.

He doesn't even look
that much older than me.

Can I come with you?

If he can do that

for his country,

I can do this.

(door opens)

AZIZ:
Phone call for you,

Mr. President,
in your office.

It's Fauzi Nidal.

Thank you, Aziz.

Fauzi?

Have you talked to him
since his daughter died?

Uh, no.

Oh, God, Barry, are you okay?

Yeah, yeah.

Fauzi.

I've been waiting for this
for a long time.

Bassam, I'm sorry
it's been so long.

So much has changed
for both of us.

I'm actually on my way home.

I'm just on a layover

in Dubai.

You're coming back?

Yeah. I got an invitation
from the Student Union

to talk about the political
changes in Abuddin.

I turned them down at first.

I couldn't.

But the truth is
I had to come home sometime.

Yeah, of course.

I miss her every day.

Fauzi, I'm so sorry.

I tried to call you.

I knew you would.

I changed my number.

I didn't want to be found.

But it'll be good
to see you now.

We have so much to catch up on.

Yes, we do.

*

*

*

*

This is all my
mother would allow.

We'll leave the
body unmarked.

It's the best I
could do for her.

Thank you for coming.

SAMMY:
What are you talking about?

We're family.

It's hard to believe this is
the guy we were all afraid of.

Was it worth it, old man?

This is what you got
for all your troubles.

Everyone ends up like this
one way or another.

You, too.
Yeah.

But no one will spit
on my grave.

It's okay.

It's all over now.

What good is it gonna
do to tell him?

It won't bring her back.

It won't make
his pain go away.

The only thing that will
change is him and me.

And the way the world is,

I think we're both
gonna need each other.

You have to tell him,
as terrible as that will be.

Why?

Because if you don't,

and he finds out any other way,
there will be no going back.

How is he gonna
find out?

The only people who were
there were you and me.

Who's gonna tell him?

What?

You've asked the whole country
to confess their sins.

Told them the truth
will set them free.

How can you begin with a lie?

Show them
what honesty looks like.

Some things
are better left unsaid.

*

FAUZI:
When 90% of the wealth

is controlled by 10%
of the population,

and you add to that cronyism,

corruption,
political repression,

pretty soon
people will get desperate.

And when people are desperate,
they do desperate things.

Like joining the Caliphate.

Like my daughter did.

I know the risks
of hopelessness firsthand.

Now, I made
an old man's mistake.

I gave up.

And moved away.

But you didn't.

You stayed and you fought.

Your cry of bread, freedom

and social justice
is the cry of the revolution.

And now it has to be
the cry of this election.

That's the promise
of Bassam Al Fayeed.

But he's not running.

There's no candidate
saying these things.

It's still early.

Find one.

What about you?

(Fauzi chuckles,
students murmur quietly)

I'm not a politician.

Exactly.

Megan, don't ruin
another man's life

just because you want
to get even with me.

I don't give two shits
what you do with my lieutenant.

Let's just
get this over with.

File the papers.

Just file them.

My soon-to-be ex-wife still
knows how to push my buttons.

All this time,

I never knew
a marriage could just end.

Things have, uh...

well, changed

quite a bit since the last time
we saw each other.

Yes.

Life has dealt us both
a few blows.

You certainly don't look
any the worse for it.

I owe you an apology.

Really? Why?

After you went to Damascus
and brought Jamal home,

cleaned up his mess...

...I was the one who asked you
to be transferred.

I always thought it was Jamal.

I figured I... I knew too much.

It was me.

You were dangerous, but not
because you knew too much.

Well, if you've come here
to apologize,

there's absolutely
no need for it.

I'm here on orders
of my president.

AZIZ:
Mr. President.

Bassam.

(chuckles)

Fauzi.

Ah?

How have you been?

Amsterdam was good.

But it's not home.

I saw Emma when
I walked in.

18 years old.

My goodness,
she's lovely.

Fauzi.

What?

A daughter's a blessing.

And look at you.

In the palace.
(chuckles)

I always said this is where

you were meant to be.

Well, it's only temporary.

But, uh... yes, you did.

Come on.

So how's the university?

Well, the students
are wonderful.

And energized, really.

In my whole life,

I've never felt such
a sense of possibility.

At one point, the
young woman in charge,

Halima-- she says
she knows you--

she actually suggested

that I run for
president myself.

Can you believe that?

What?

Oh, you're just as crazy
as she is.

I guess so.

I think you're exactly
what this country needs.

Yeah, well...

Yeah, I-I can't do that.

I'm a broken man, my friend.

I mean, you knew her.

She was a good girl.
Yeah.

Yeah.

And...

(sighs)

(sniffles)

You know, I promised
I wouldn't do this

in front of you, and now...

I should go.
I-I should go.

Uh, I'll...
I'll call you.

It was good to
see you again.

Fauzi, wait.

(chuckles)

You got a little...

barbecue sauce
there in the...

I can drink this stuff.

Huh?

(laughs)
Oh, don't be coy.

You are proud of your
prodigious barbecuing skills.

Americans do
some things right.

That's right.

America would make a great ally

because we're great at barbecue.
(laughs)

What else could you ask for?

I'll make a list.

I have a list, actually.

I want your next president
to accept our help.

I think you need us.

That's it?

Well, on my end,

I'd like a permanent
military presence here.

And then, if I'm lucky,

a relationship
with your next president.

That will be the next
president's decision to make.

I'm here as
foreign secretary.

For now.

Right.

We wouldn't want
to be inappropriate.

Never.

It was just
the three of us.

All night.

I begged her
to let us walk away.

I said I'd take her with us.

I did everything
that I could to save her, Fauzi.

She didn't want
to be saved.

She was lost.

She pointed her gun at me,
and she shot me.

And then...

she pointed it at Daliyah.

"I'll kill her," she said.

I couldn't let that happen.

(crying):
I...

I'm sorry.

I don't want your apologies!

I want my daughter back!

I want her back!
Mr. President!

Get back! Get back!

I want her back!
I want her back!

You want to
kill me, kill me.

But then they'll kill you
and we'll all be dead.

(groaning)

(crying softly)

No.

I thought losing
a child was the last

terrible thing
that could ever happen to me.

That I had nothing else to lose.

But now you're gone, too.

(indistinct chatter)

AL-QADI:
Nafisa, my darling.

Your brother's on his way out.

He'll take you home.

There he is.

Wafiq.

You know where he's going?

To sit on Bassam Al Fayeed's
election committee.

I can't talk to him
anymore about that.

He knows how I feel.

You cooperate with them,

and you risk turning
your followers into enemies.

I don't have followers.

God has followers.

Let's go home, Nafisa.

It's no use.
You're wasting your breath.

We have been here before.
A year ago.

They call an election.
We give it legitimacy.

At the end, they pulled the rug
from under our feet,

and we look like dupes.

What's my alternative?

Sit out and let others decide
the future of our country?

Agitate.

Call on God's followers
to resist.

Make his peaceful election
impossible.

I'm not Ihab bin Rashid.

WAFIQ:
Give it time.

Even Ihab wasn't Ihab

until the Al Fayeeds
messed with him.

The first lady's here
for the Al Fayeed sales pitch.

Make us think
they give a shit.

I can't believe
what happened to this place.

I mean,
I saw it on the news, but...

Are you ill, Jalal?

Jalal?

What are you doing?

Why are you stopping?

(both gasp)

(men shouting)

Get out! My side!

Time to go.

You need to run. I'll cover you.

Go!

No.

MAN:
They are getting away.

Ihab wants her alive.

(gunfire continues)

It's okay.

Emma, this way.

I can't.

I can't, I can't.

Emma, look at me. You can.

Okay, okay?
They're coming.

No!
(gasps)

Mom! Mom!

Mom, please, please.

(men shouting)

Please, please get up.

(men shouting)

No! Please don't kill me!

Your mother--
where is she?

We got separated.

Where's the mother?

She says
they were separated.

Yeah.

(sirens approaching)

(panting)

Farook.

Farook.

I hear it!

Okay, take her.

(groaning)

Emma?

Emma?

Emma!

You are not Ihab bin Rashid.

And I am not my brother.

Power changes people.

You might grow to like
being a president.

(door opens)
Look...

Mr. President, I need to
talk to you right away.

There's been an attack on the
first lady's motorcade in Ma'an.

She's safe and heading
to the Palace now.

But General Said is dead, and
your daughter has been taken.

I'm sorry, Sheik.

I need to go.

(line clicks)

Europeans drew the map
after World War One.

The borders of these countries

are entirely arbitrary.

They don't have
national identities

the way you think
of them in the West.

Right.

Loyalties are tribal,
not national.

Lawrence in Arabia?

Read it.

We can talk
again next week.

If you'd like.

Yes.

*

MAN: I'm sorry to interrupt,
Mr. Al Fayeed.

What is it?

*

(indistinct radio chatter)

(gasping)

(sobbing)

I tried to save her.
I know.

I know you did.
I know you did.

It's my fault.
No. No.

Contact him, give him
whatever he wants.
Molly, Molly...

He has our daughter.
Maloof is
setting up checkpoints.

He's closing down the border.

We'll find your daughter, ma'am.

You find her. You find her!

(car horns honking)

(chickens clucking)

Identification.

Where are you going?

Uh, to visit my
uncle's farm in Barta.

Your uncle?

Kofi Salim.

You know him.

Uh, with the...
with the gold tooth.

This one here.

(frantic clucking)

(car horns honking)

(muffled sobbing)

Go on.

There are unconfirmed reports
that Emma Al Fayeed...

daughter of the president
and the first lady

has been abducted
in an attack on her motorcade

as she and her mother...

Is that news?

Turn it louder, please.

Nothing.
(TV clicks off)

Just a program.

No.

It's bad news, I know.

It's just a program.

You're up.

There is some good news for you.

How are you feeling?

Can I get you
something to drink?

Being a president
turns everything

into your fault, your problem.

Same as being a parent.

The child blames you
for whatever goes wrong,

even the things
you can't control.

I wouldn't know.

Yeah.

Unless you hold office,

sit in that chair,
you can't understand.

Well...

after all,
I tried my best.

Under the circumstances.

And what circumstances
were those?

(sighs)

The way my father raised me.

How is she?

How's Molly?

I'd kill Ihab bin Rashid myself

if they would
give me the chance.

Of course you would.

But the problem is bigger than
Ihab bin Rashid, Aziz,

and it won't end
if he's dead.

Men.

My father-in-law,
Ihab bin Rashid, my husband,

even Bassam.

They're all the same.

Women suffer,
we mourn our dead,

we just don't take the whole
world down with us when we do.

You think we are
the problem?

I've spent my whole life
in this palace

watching men destroy
this country, one after another.

Dismissing women, covering us up

like we're the thing
to be afraid of.

Now I'm trying to groom my son.

Why would I think
he'd do any better?

You think you could?

I have my doubts
they'll give me the chance.

They might well
stone me to death

if they only knew
what I thought about men

and their
testosterone-bloodied world.

Your secret is safe with me.

Here's my secret.

I always thought
I'd put my money on you.

(door opens)

(clamoring, gunfire)

DOCTOR:
Intracranial hematomas
begin at the periphery

and spread inward.

I'll have her
get an MRI,

just in case it finds
something the CT scan missed.

(door opens)

Mr. President.

We're trying to trace
back the signal,

but he's sending it through
a proprietary channel

of encrypted routers
in five different countries.

(Emma whimpering)

Oh, God, listen.

Emma, sweetheart.

I'm gonna get you
out of there, I promise.

IHAB:
I'm counting on it.

See, Bassam, I told you we are
not yet done with each other.

Tell me what you want,
and I'll give it to you.

You know what I want.

I want justice.

Eye for an eye.

My daughter has done nothing.

I didn't come
for your daughter.

Hand over your wife,
I'll release her.

That's...

Ihab... Ihab, listen.

You can have me instead.

Take me.

IHAB:
No.

I don't want you dead.

I want you living,
wishing that you were dead.

Your wife
for your daughter.

I can't do that.

Maybe you should ask Molly
before you say anything.

You have 24 hours.

Say good-bye.

Wait. Wait!

Let me know if there's
anything else I can do

to make you
comfortable, madam.

Thank you, Aziz.

We have to say yes.

Okay, that's what we have to do.

Molly...

Yes.

This wouldn't
be happening to her

if we hadn't brought her
to this place.

This is on us.

You and me, we did this to her.

I know.

Okay.

I'm gonna trade myself for Emma.

End of story.

Molly, it's not that simple.

Yeah, it is.

It is that simple.

It's my life for her.

It's that simple.

He could kill
you both.

That's a chance
we have to take, right?

I cannot deliver you to him
so he can kill you.

I know.

I know. I love you, too.

But I would die for her.

Wouldn't you?

Yes.

Okay.

Then let me die for her.

I'm okay with that.

I can't.

Barry.

I can't.

I am the president
of this country.

I can't deliver you
to a terrorist

so he can kill you.
I can't do it.
Politics?!

Molly...
Don't you give me
bullshit politics.

That is our daughter!

We can't let him hurt her.

You have to let me save her.
Come on.

No, no, no, no.
This is my decision.

It's my life, not yours.

Molly...

Just tell me
you're gonna let me go.

You tell me you're
gonna let me go.

Let go of me.

Molly, stop.

She's my baby.
I know she is.

She's my baby.

No, I can't live
if anything happens to her!

I know. I know.

(sobbing):
Barry, God, please. Please.

Please!

I will never
forgive you for this.

I will never forgive you.

(sobbing)

REPORTER: The Caliphate took
responsibility for the attack

in Ma'an City
and Emma Al Fayeed's abduction

on their Web site
late this evening.

They're not gonna leave us
alone, are they, the Caliphate?

There's no living
side by side.

They're gonna push us and
push us until it's like,

"Either you kill us
or we kill you."

I don't know.

I hope not.

It's not enough
to hope though, is it?

You have to do something.

You don't understand.
Yes, I do.

Your daughter died.

I'm sorry.

My sister died and
my best friend.

We all lost someone
in this war.

We're all broken
because of it.

Sorry, it's not
my business,

but what are you
doing here anyway?

Isn't Bassam
your best friend?

Shouldn't you be
there with him?

You know, you're right.

It's none of your business.

I gave her a Valium
to calm her nerves,

and, uh, it should also help her
sleep through the night.

Okay. Thank you.

I'm gonna get her back.

I promise.

Why does Ihab want me?

I barely knew her
growing up.

We visited them twice
in California.

I remember her bedroom.

Um, I think she was
ten years old.

Her walls were covered with
pictures of boys from magazines.

It was so... ordinary.

Hmm.

Can't imagine how terrible it
is to have your child taken.

I have a daughter.

I know.

I never see her.

But I remember once I took her
to the grocery store by myself.

She was so little,
walking down the aisle and...

(chuckles)
picking out an apple.

And as I was watching,

she grabbed another man's hand,
thinking it was me.

And I thought, "My wife
is going to divorce me."

And one of these days,

my little girl
is gonna grab the hand

of another man
and call him Daddy.

Our children are
our greatest vulnerability.

Yeah.

I gave up everything
for my son.

If I had been childless,

I would have run away
a long time ago.

Or thrown myself
out of a window.

Or kept you here...
in Abuddin.

Aziz said I could
wait for you.

I debated for the longest time
if it was okay to come here.

It's okay.

Where's Molly?

Molly's asleep upstairs.

I gave her some pills.

You'll get her back.

She'll come back.

I don't know what to do.

We'll just talk it through.

As always.

(knocking on door)

Madam First Lady.

What are you doing here?

Are you alone?

Yes, I drove myself.

It's not safe for you here.

Please.

(door closes)
Nafisa, please
fetch some tea.

I'm sorry to do this,
but I need your help.

I need to contact
Ihab bin Rashid.

What makes you think
I know bin Rashid?

Please.
You need to go.

NAFISA:
We had nothing to do

with him taking your daughter.

No. No, no.
I'm-I'm not accusing you.

I'm not trying to trap you.

I just need your help.

I have to get her back.

I'm so sorry for your daughter,
but you can't...

If you're sorry, you'll help me.

I have no contact with Ihab.

But you know people who do.

Does... your husband,
does he know you're here?

He can't know, not ever.

I'm gonna trade
my life for hers.

Will you help me do it?

Captioned by
Media Access Group at WGBH