All language subtitles for Tyrant (2014) - S03E03 - The Dead and the Living (1080p AMZN WEB-DL x265 Silence)_track3_[eng]

Previously on Tyrant...

NUSRAT:
Your family is a horror!

Your parents are
monsters, Ahmed!

(gunshot)

I'm actually on my way home.

You're coming back?

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

I'm a broken man, my friend.

(crying):
I'm sorry.

I don't want your apologies!

IHAB: You are trying to provoke
Bassam into a fight.

Let him watch me kill his wife.

(both gasp)

MALOOF:
There's been an attack

on the First Lady's motorcade

in Ma'an.
Get out!

EMMA:
Mom, I can't, I can't!

You can.

All right?

(both gasp)
Mom!

MALOOF: General Said is dead.
No!

MOLLY:
He has our daughter!

(Emma crying)
Oh...

Hand over your wife.

I'll release her.

It's my life for her.

I am the president
of this country.

I can't deliver you
to a terrorist

so he can kill you.
MOLLY: I need to contact

Ihab bin Rashid.

I'm gonna trade
my life for hers.

(flies buzzing)

Still not hungry?

So no eating, no talking.

Suit yourself.

How is any of this my fault?

What did I do to you?

Tell me.

What did you do?

You were born.

Born an Al Fayeed.

You are here because of
what your family did to mine.

My father's trying
to change that.

You think you know your father?

You don't.

He killed my wife.

My beautiful Samira.

She was...

well, she was
not much older than you are.

(scoffs):
No.

That's a lie.

You're a liar.

Your father is the liar.

Your uncle, your grandfather--

at least they were honest
about who they were,

what they were.

But your father...

SHEIK ABDULLAH:
Ihab?

Molly Al Fayeed
told Al-Qadi

that she's willing to trade
herself for her daughter.

Bassam will allow this?

She hasn't told him.

BARRY:
You have a carrier

in the Gulf
and a drone base in Djibouti,

so tell me
what I'm missing, General.

Good intel, Mr. President.

Without boots on the ground,

our eyes in the sky
just don't know where to look.

And you have
no new intelligence?

Our assets are limited
inside Caliphate territory.

LEILA:
I spoke to the Syrians.

Same answer.

So what you're all saying
is we can't rescue my daughter.

Not before Rashid's deadline.

Maybe I can buy some time,
offer him something else.

Money, weapons?

You're not dealing with
a rational human being.

He doesn't value anything.

Except killing your wife.

If he wants revenge,
why can't he just kill me?

Because it's not just
revenge they're after.

Rashid and the Sheik want
to draw you into a fight,

playing up the notion
that you're an American,

hellbent on restarting
the Crusades.

Calling you an American,

picking a fight
to destabilize this democracy

you're trying to build--
it's only about one thing.

They want Abuddin.

HAMILA: These people who took
Emma Al Fayeed,

they live in a modern world,

but they're stuck
in a medieval past.

They view our freedom,
our prosperity, our hopefulness

as a threat
to their outdated ways.

That is their problem, not ours,
because...

I'm just checking
if he's okay.

Wishing his family well.

"His family"?

You mean the Al Fayeeds.

Like we're old friends.

We don't hang
out together.

You should be careful
not to overstep.

He's my student.

It's fine for me to care
about his well-being.

Just...

pay attention to the speech.

HALIMA:
Peace is their enemy.

So they resort to violence,

thinking that we will resort
to violence ourselves.

But we will not be drawn in.

As we pray for Emma Al Fayeed,

we stand with her father,
our president,

in facing violence
with forgiveness...

(crowd gasps, murmurs)

(door opens)

(footsteps approaching)

Did you sleep?

I, uh,
I slept in the other room.

I didn't want to disturb you.

Molly?

What?

We have nothing to say.

You decided.

Molly...

Doctor's here.

Mom?

This way.
Hello.

Please.
Thank you.

Sammy.

I know this is
unbearable for you.

Remember Ma'an?

Ihab was bleeding.

I told you to let him die,
but you didn't.

You saved his life.

Yes.

Then you let him go.

Sammy, I can't undo
what's been done.

No, you can't.

DR. SAMAHA: The infection
came on last night.

We're keeping it in check

with a course of
full-spectrum antibiotics,

but his surviving kidney has
sustained significant damage.

How significant?

It's functioning at five
percent, even on dialysis.

Effectively, he's facing
total renal failure.

So he needs a kidney.

We can talk about
that later.

I need to go back
to the War Room.

A transplant would
save his life.

A child often
has the best odds

of matching
with a parent.

I don't know
how I feel about that.

Is that a terrible thing
for me to say?

Under the circumstances, Ahmed.

DR. ELATRACHE:
There is still

a thin shadow along
the left hemisphere, see?

So I'd like you
to take another MRI

sometime in the next
12 hours.

I don't think I'm gonna do that.

Well, if you're feeling nausea
along with the headaches...

(phone vibrating)

Excuse me.

Hello?

IHAB:
You wanted to talk to me?

Who is this?

Ihab Rashid.

Prove it.

EMMA:
Mom?

(gasps)

Emma. Are you okay?

Did he hurt you?

I'm okay.

Listen to me, I am gonna
get you out of there.

Okay? I promise. I promise.

Emma? Emma?

You told Sheik Al-Qadi

that you would trade yourself
for your daughter.

Yes.

Your husband,
does he know about this?

No.

You would betray him so easily?

I am a mother.

Tell me what I have to do
to get my daughter back.

Tomorrow, 1800,

El Deir Square.
You wear a blue hijab.

Someone will take you
to the border.

Your daughter will be there.

Why should I trust you?

1800, El Deir Square.

Wait.

(gasping anxiously)

*

*

I'm sorry, I know I sh...
I shouldn't just show up here.

What are you talking about?

Of course you can.

I have to get away.

And I know that's bad,
I know I...

should be with my family
right now, but...

Did something happen?

No.

But it can't be good.

And I... I just need...

What?

(crying)

It's okay.

It's okay, hmm?

You can stay here
for a while.

We can talk,
and you can...

Sammy...

Let's talk.

And God,
an insurer of the cows...

HANIF:
I think you have the wrong room.

I need to speak to your sister,
Hanif.

We have nothing
to talk about.

We know what you think.

You tell everyone.

You cleaned yourself up.

This is what you do to people
who disagree with you?

You're celebrating this,
aren't you?

What the Caliphate is doing.

We're just studying Koran.

It's terrorism.

Arab against Arab.

MAHDIYA:
The girl is not Arab.

She's American.

They're all Americans.

Is that really your response?

HANIF:
If...

the government brings in
the American military

to do their dirty work,
worse things will happen

than you getting
shit thrown at you.

Or one foreign girl
being kidnapped.

I need to speak to an officer.

Yes, I want to report a threat.

Someone is making threats
against the president

and the First Family.

His name...

is Hanif Kattan.

FAUZI:
Sorry.

There's a session today?

We have to show
that life goes on.

We haven't met.

My name is...

I-I... I know who you are.

Bassam told me
you came to see him.

Please come inside.

I feel as if I don't deserve
to be here today.

'Cause no matter how hard I try,

I can't seem to bring myself
to forgive.

Maybe today is not the time.

But you were there
when my daughter died.

Could you please
talk to me about her?

I knew her for six hours.

Right.

I was her hostage.

Okay.

I'm sorry.

You don't have to...

I thought...

she seemed very noble,

in a way.

She was so... broken apart

by what life
had taken away from her.

I think she was as scared of
the gun in her hand as we were.

Of course she was.

If you would've known her...

Still...

she made a choice.

I don't know if Bassam told you,
but she killed a man.

A resistance fighter
named Nimr.

She shot him in front of us, and
then she pointed her gun at me.

Whether you can
forgive him or not,

it's for your own heart.

But I really believe that if
Bassam could relive the moment,

he would rather
have died himself.

All of us are victims.

The dead and the living.

(over phone):
This is Sammy.

Leave a message
and I'll call you back.

(sighs)

Oh, where have you been?
I've been trying to reach you.

I was out.
Is there news?

No, no, I just wanted
to see you.

Okay.

Okay. I love you.

I love you, too.

I just want you to know,

whatever happens,
you're my baby, too,

and I love you very much.

I know that.

I need to call Halima.

Tell her what's going on.

Okay.

I'll see you at dinner.

(sighs)

MOLLY (recorded):
I am a mother.

Tell me what I have to do
to get my daughter back.

IHAB:
Tomorrow, 1800. El Deir Square.

You wear a blue hijab.

Someone will take you
to the border.

Your daughter will be there.

It was Al-Qadi who put her
in touch with Ihab.

How do you know?

I've had him under surveillance.

One of my men claims he saw
Mrs. Al Fayeed in his house.

MALOOF:
Siddiq came to me

and I brought in
General Cogswell.

BARRY:
Doesn't make any sense.

He was joining the council.

My Signals
Intelligence people

sifted through
Al-Qadi's phone calls,

and they came up
with that.

Where are you
going, sir?

Make sure my wife doesn't get
anywhere near El Deir Square.

MALOOF:
Or you could let her go.

What?

Let her go to Ihab Rashid.

You're insane.

I think you should hear us out.

MOLLY:
Where's my car?

It should be here by now.
I'm sorry, Madam First Lady.

They're bringing it
around now.

You said that five minutes ago.

I want my car.

(exhales)

BARRY:
Molly.

Uh...

Barry, I can't talk right now.
I have to go.
Molly.

I'm... going to pray
for Emma at St. Simeon.
Molly. Molly...

I won't be long.
I'll be right back, please.

Molly, I can't let
you go to Ihab.

What?

I know where
you're going.

(chuckles softly)

So now you're spying on me, too?

(sighs)

You are so brave.

You have to let me go.

I can't.

Not the way you want me to.

We'll drop you here,
two blocks from El Deir Square.

And my team will be there,

so when Rashid's man
approaches you,

we'll grab him.

Once he tells us where
that exchange will take place,

our high-altitude drone
will monitor the traffic

going to the location.

And my Special Forces team
will insert over the border

and intercept.

COGSWELL:
Do you have any questions?

This man who's supposed
to bring me to Rashid,

what makes you so sure
he'll cooperate?

I can be very persuasive.

Okay.

Whatever you need to do.

We should go.

You okay?

You ready?

(van doors closing)

You think I should
let him die?

You don't even know
if you're a compatible donor.

That's not the point.

Do I think you should put

your life and health at risk
for that man?

No, I don't.

In light of everything

that's going on around here,

what a remarkable
statement that is.

Was there even a single moment
of affection between you two?

Because honestly,
I can't even remember one.

Why did you even
marry him?

I had no choice.

I was a girl;
we were promised to each other.

My parents worked in the Palace
for your grandfather.

My sister and I
spent our days

hiding behind curtains,

dreaming of being princesses.

He decided he wanted me.

Your grandparents
weren't pleased, but...

they had already
denied him once, so...

Did you ever love him?

I tried.

Did you ever love anyone?

I love you.

Yes.

I loved someone, once.

But it was a very long time ago.

Who?

Doesn't matter. He left.

(sniffs)

Despite everything...

I want to love my father.

I'm going to try.

Ahmed.

(footsteps receding)

KIFAH:
I don't know

where he first saw me.

Maybe in the shop.

I work as a clerk,
selling candy,

magazines.

One day, a commander
visited my parents

and told them
that I had been chosen

to be the wife
of a Caliphate fighter.

Are your parents
here today?

Yes.

They are sitting over there.

When I first met Walid,

I thought he was an ugly man.

He had such big hands,

and bad breath.

From that day on,
I never saw my family.

I put on my Niqab.

I disappeared.

Every morning,

he would make me go down on him.

He said it took him to paradise.

And every night,

he would take me to bed.

Silent.

He would do his business

and fall asleep on me
like a baby.

Do you need some time?

No.

I never knew what he did
when he left our house.

I didn't want
to think about that.

After a few weeks,
he started to talk.

I hated him,

but he was nice to me.

He told me my face
made him happy.

I had nothing else in my life.

After a while,

I missed him during the day

and waited for him to come home.

Isn't that strange?

(sniffling)

And then the battle came,
and he never...

(crying):
I don't know if he got away,

or if he is dead.

But I have his baby... in here.

I have no idea

what will happen to us.

I can not marry again.

Who would ever have me

and my half-Caliphate child?

Who will ever forgive me?

Why do you need to be forgiven?

Because I'm soiled.

And because there
is something wrong with me.

I mourn for him.

And that makes my heart
a traitor.

We have so much shame,
you know.

A woman can not help give
her body when it is taken,

but she should never
give her heart.

My daughter fell in love.

I have to find a way to
forgive her for a great crime.

You have to forgive yours
for a little one.

MAN:
Thank you.

Any word from the Palace?

Nothing, no news.

If you can fit an extra seat
at the dinner table,

I could use the company tonight.

(children laughing)

(car horn honking)

Mrs. Al Fayeed?

Follow me.

Sorry I'm late.

Traffic.

Come.

OPERATIVE (on comms):
She's made contact.

Before I move in,
I need confirmation he's alone.

We're still scanning, sir.

Hurry up.

Get in.

First show me proof
my daughter's alive.

You'll see your daughter
soon enough.

I want proof now.

Get in the car,
Mrs. Al Fayeed.

Five of my snipers have
your head in their scopes,

so listen to me carefully,

unless you want your brains
all over the street.

"Farook Khalif."

So, tell me,
Farook Khalif,

where are you supposed
to take Mrs. Al Fayeed?

I don't know.

You don't know.

I was supposed

to call when I have her
in custody.

Ihab will give me
further instructions.

Then call.

Tell him you have
Mrs. Al Fayeed.

He's not in the
database, sir.

There are more of us

than you can ever
put on your lists.

So, help me God,
I will kill you!

Take her outside.

No, he has my daughter!

My daughter!

(Molly crying in distance)

One more chance.

You call Ihab.

You tell him you
have Mrs. Al Fayeed.

I will die before
I betray Ihab Rashid.

It says here your
daughters' names

are Suhail and Dina.

I'm going to bring
them both here.

You can watch while my men rape
them, and you'll watch me put

a bullet in each
of their brains

before I put
a bullet in yours.

And you think I won't?

Would have shocked me,
too, yesterday.

But today, we all seem to be

in the business of murdering
each other's families...

don't we, Farook?

(sighs)

*

*

BARRY:
Allahu Akbar.

Subhana rab bi al A'Laa
wa bi hamdih...

Allahu Akbar.

Allahu Akbar.

Hey.

I think it'll always
surprise me to see you pray.

You still believe...

in God?

With everything
that's happening?

I'm trying.

I'm sorry for what
I said earlier.

I know we're all trying.

Come here.

(man praying in Arabic)

(prayer continues)

(all praying in Arabic)

What are you looking at?

Hmm?

You never seen
a Muslim man pray before?

My father prays.

You should pray.

I would if I were you.

Really?

Why should I do that?

Why pray to God?

So you can be prepared.

Depending on how this goes,

you may see him soon.

I don't think so.

You don't go anywhere
when you die.

You just stop.

I feel sorry for you.

Don't believe in anything.

You believe in...

your shoes...

the clothes you buy.

I believe in leaving people be.

Why should I apologize
to you for that?

You believe in a God that
wants you to kill people.

How sick is that?

For your information,
I do not kill for God.

I kill to survive,
so I can worship my God.

Bullshit.

It's all in your head.

There is no war between

me and you.
Oh, yes.

Yes, there is.

Then let's make peace.

You don't really want that.

You don't kill to survive.

You kill to feel alive.

That's why I feel sorry for you.

(phone rings)

Ihab.

This is Khalif.

Do you have her?

Khalif.

Yes, sir.

She is with me now.

Good.

Take her to the crossing
outside Tal Areet.

Come!

Get her.

Apparently,

your mother loves you more
than your father does.

The President and First Family

appreciate your
prayers and wishes.

But due to the sensitive nature
of the situation,

the Palace will have no further

comment for the duration
of the crisis.

I wish I could be
there with them.

He knows you love him.

He knows I love him, too.

I think.

Despite everything,
we were best friends once.

He knows...

about both of us.

Anyway...

I apologize for
inviting myself over.

It's not a night
to be alone.

And this was
my first home-cooked meal

since I can remember.

Was it okay for you?

Does this look like the face
of a man who's disappointed?

No home-cooked meals?

How long have
you been a widow?

16 years.

My wife died of cancer
when Samira was four.

I'm sorry.

What was her name?

Basma.

She was a lawyer.

We met when she was 15.

I wish I had a picture.

Samira looked so much like her.

She was, in almost every way,
like her mother.

Samira wasn't always...

I raised my daughter alone.

Maybe if she'd had a mother...

Don't do that.

You never thought
about marrying again?

In all those years?

I thought about it...

but no one was Basma.

And how about you?

How long has your
husband been gone?

Ahmos?

Almost five months now.

He was older than I am...

but I gave him a son.

And a wonderful son,

from what I could
tell from dinner.

Thank you.

So, no more marriages for you?

I think about it but...

I don't see how.

Really?

I would think you'd
just point and choose.

I don't have time
to worry about that.

The world hasn't
stopped spinning,

and at twice its normal speed,
since Ahmos died.

You've come a long way
in a short time.

You know, to be honest,

I only half-believe it.

I may be dreaming.

Or pulling something
over on everyone.

I don't think so.

I think you're the real thing.

DR. SAMAHA:
He's only been conscious

for an hour or so.

But I can talk to him?

Yeah.

Father.

My true son.

The doctor said you want
to give me your kidney.

You don't have to.

I went for the tests.

They took my blood
and everything.

I wanted to be connected to you,

like I must have been
when I was a little boy.

All little boys

feel that way about
their fathers, don't they?

I even went looking

through old photo albums to see

if I could find
evidence of that...

of us...

and look what I found.

I recognized
the handwriting,

but I couldn't
figure out what Nusrat's

journal was doing with
our family memorabilia...

until I started reading it.

Uh, Nusrat

had a difficult time
in our family.

She became unstable.

She was my wife.

She hated me and
wanted to kill me.

Because you violated her.

You put your fingers

inside of her the night
of our wedding.

(monitor beeping faster)

What I did...

I did to protect you.

A woman should be
faithful to her husband.

I needed to make sure
she's faithful to you

and to our family.

Suddenly...

everything made sense.

Why for months
after we were married

she wouldn't let me touch her.

Why her father
turned against you.

Why she hated you.

Why she tried to kill you
and why she died.

Would you listen to me...

The thing I
couldn't figure out

was why didn't you
just get rid of it.

Why not burn it
and bury the ashes?

At first I thought it was

because you wanted to keep it,

like some kind of sick souvenir
of my wedding night.

But then, Father,

then I realized the real
reason why you kept it.

Because you wanted
someone to find it.

Yes.

You wanted me to find it.

So I could finish what Nusrat
couldn't finish herself.

Oh, my son.

Ahmed.

I love you.

What are you doing?

(monitor beeping quietly)

(Jamal groaning)

(Ahmed grunting)

(Jamal groaning)

(flatline tone)

(sighs)

(sighs deeply)

(flatline tone continues)

(insistent knocking at door)

(knocking continues)

She came to see me,
I admit that, but I told her no.

I don't know what
happened, Rashid, and...

You honestly think I would be
so foolish to play both sides?

You told her no,
and yet, the next day,

Rashid calls her up
of his own accord.

I can't explain that.

I can.

Either you're lying

or there's a mole
in your mosque.

Your brother-in-law, maybe?

Wafiq?

Someone knows what you're doing

and I suggest you find out
before we do.

It won't go well
for your mosque,

if it turns out to be
a hideout for traitors.

Now, we'll stay here,
as guests in your home,

till I get word from the Palace
that the rescue attempt

is beyond your ability
to interfere.

MALOOF:
We've been tracking
these vehicles

for the past two hours.

They are still 15 minutes
away from the border.

And you're sure that Emma
is in one of these vehicles?

Sure enough that I've deployed
my Special Forces Team

to Tal Areet.
Tal Areet?

It's a border town
the Caliphate's

been using to traffic
oil and recruits.

The only road to the exchange
point runs through Tal Areet.

We've inserted a dozen
Spec Ops soldiers around

the intersection.

They'll create a traffic jam

and make their move.

In an urban area loyal
to the Caliphate.

I know it sounds risky,
but it's the only place Ihab

will be traveling slow enough
to extract your daughter.

When you told me my mother
loves me more than my father,

what did you mean?

No talking.

At least tell me what we're
doing, where we're going.

We're almost there.

Where?

I said no talking.

SIDDIQ:
I have to take a piss.

Keep an eye on them.

So, you told your brother,
didn't you?

It was her wish.

I only did what
she asked us to do.

(sighs)

What are you going to do,
kill me?

Maybe you want to turn me in.

Give up your wife
and your brother-in-law

to be tortured by
the secret police.

Of course, what does that prove?

Except that you're in the pocket
of the Al Fayeeds?

May God Almighty forgive us all.

My brother

paid for that mosque of yours

for my sake.

He elevated you like
the Borgias made popes.

Do you really think you can
survive in this community

if you turn against him?

Let's just pray
nobody gets killed.

May God Almighty
forgive us all.

May God Almighty
forgive us all.

Target vehicles
approaching your position.

Standing by.

I've got visual contact.

Move on target
at your discretion.

Copy that.

Now.

TEAM LEADER: All teams prepare
to go on my signal.

(car horns honking)

(horns honking,
people shouting)

(driver honking horn)

Go. Go, go, go!

Get out of here!

(gunfire)

(people screaming)

(gunfire)

(gunfire, shouting
over speakers)

(Emma gasping)

(gasps, whimpers)

(cries)

Open the door and
show me your hands!

(metal creaking)

Okay, okay, okay.

(grunts)

(mob yelling)

(gunfire)

No.

Shit.

(mob yelling)

(man screaming over speaker)

No.

MALOOF:
Turn off the infrared.

No.

Your mother and father
just killed you.

(mob yelling)

Get out of the car.

MALOOF:
Position directly above him.

Zoom in.

No, no... no.

No, no, no, no.
Do something.

Let me talk to Ihab!

Let me give myself up to him.

Let me give myself up to him!
Molly, Molly, Molly.

Barry, let me talk to him.

(whimpering softly)

Oh, God.

(phone rings)

MOLLY: Baby.
It's Ihab.

Ihab.

You Americans are so arrogant,
playing God,

but there is no God but God.

Please, listen to me...

You just made the second mistake
with me you're going to regret

for the rest of your life,
Bassam.

Emma!
Listen to me, please.

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

She can't hear you.

Daddy! (sobs)

(Emma sobbing over phone)

Please.

Let's... just negotiate,
you and me.

Why...

should I negotiate
with you, Bassam?

You just

fucked me.

(Emma crying)

I know.

I know and I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I was, uh...

that was stupid.

But I was, I was crazy.

I'm-I'm her father.

I'm done here.

No, no, no, no!

Wait, wait, wait, Ihab.

If you kill her, you get...
you get nothing.

You end up with nothing.

Ask me for something.

Anything. I'll give it to you.

Step down.

Step down,
make me President of Abuddin,

like I should have been.

(crying): Just do it,
just do whatever it takes.
I can't.

You know that
I can't do that.
Just do what he says.

Please, ask me for
something I can give you.
Just do it!

What do you want?!

I want you to live in agony

for the rest of your life,

like I will live in agony
for the rest of mine.
(crying)

I want the Al Fayeeds
to pay the price

for once, instead of me,

instead of the innocent
people that I love.

That's all I want.

No, Mommy!

Mommy!

Mommy!

(blade slices, Emma groans,
mob cheers)

No! No!

(mob cheering over speakers)

(mob cheering)

MOLLY:
No!

(sobbing)

No!

No!

No!

Captioned by
Media Access Group at WGBH