All language subtitles for Tyrant (2014) - S03E04 - Prayer for our Daughters (1080p AMZN WEB-DL x265 Silence)_track3_[eng]

Previously on Tyrant...

Is there news?
No, but it can't be good.

She pointed her gun at me

and she shot me.

And then...

(crying):
I'm sorry.

I don't want your apologies!

I want my daughter back!

DR. SAMAHA: His surviving kidney
is functioning at five percent.

Effectively, he's
facing total renal failure.

So he needs a kidney.

Nusrat...
She was my wife.

She hated me and
wanted to kill me.

Because you violated her.

You put her fingers inside of
her the night of our wedding.

I love you.

(grunting)

(heart monitor flatlines)

Madam.
General.

I'm here as foreign secretary.

For now.
Right.

We wouldn't want
to be inappropriate.

Your wife for your daughter.

I can't do that.

I want the Al Fayeeds
(Emma sobbing)

to pay the price for once.

Mommy!

(groans)

No!

No.

No!

You should try to sleep.

We both should.

She said "Mommy."

"Mommy."

I can still hear it.

Her voice.

I can't get it out of my head.

Calling for me, I can't...
(inhales sharply)

They always say "Dada" first.

(laughs)

But Emma, she said "Mama."

"Mommy."

Her first word.

Her last.

We need to get her body back.

I need to see it buried.
I need to see her.

Molly, I want her
body back, too,

but they're not
gonna give it to us.

Remove the cloth.

The American president
of Abuddin will be more angry

over this one's death
than his wife's.

We're not going to bury her?

She'll be covered
by dirt soon enough.

Till then, let them see.

Her flesh rots
the same way ours does.

AZIZ:
They request that their privacy

be respected as they cope
with the tragic death

of their beloved daughter, Emma.

How could you be so cold?
(Aziz continues indistinctly)

She was just a child.

I'm not cold.

I'm sorry she's dead.

I don't want anyone to die.

All I'm saying,
and mark my words,

they will start a war over the
death of a single American girl.

Shakir.
(mouth full):
Sorry.

Mind your manners, boy.

Where's your prayer?
If Jamal Al Fayeed gases Ma'an

and a thousand of us perish,
nothing.

When our children
die, we weep alone.

Yet they expect the whole world
to howl at the death

of one of theirs.

Say that
in your announcement today.

Do you know my last name?

The one I was born with?

No.

Haddad.

My name is Leila Haddad.

Not an Al Fayeed.

I... just put on the clothes
and dress like one.

For more than 20 years.

Now I could just...

bury that man's body and
leave this place forever.

But that would mean you'd won.

(sobbing)

I gave you everything.

I gave you my life.

And waited for the day
my son and I would be rewarded

for that sacrifice, Jamal.

It was too high a price.

(inhales deeply)

So what am I still doing,
weeping over your body?

I promised myself
I wouldn't do that.

(clears throat)
We're, um...

we're meeting in the war room
in ten minutes.

I'm sorry.

You too.

We need to...

to, uh...

bury Jamal and Rami.

And Emma.

We need to do
a memorial service.

The prayers.

Since we don't have her.

Right.

I'll arrange that.

Thank you.

COGSWELL:
If we kill Rashid and the sheik,

it won't stop the Caliphate.
It won't even slow them down.

It'll weaken
their internal structure.

Yes, for a time.

But then others will
rise up to replace them.

I've seen this countless
times, Mr. President.

If you want to
destabilize the Caliphate,

you've got to think bigger.

I get it, General,

and when my army is back
to fighting strength,

that's exactly what we'll do.

But first I want them dead.

How do we do it?

UAVs armed with
air-to-surface missiles.

Once we know where they are,
we move.

Then that's the plan.

AL-QADI (over P.A. system):
On this tragic day,

with you and God as my witness,

I announce my candidacy
for president of Abuddin.

(applause)

It is a dangerous time
for our country.

There is a risk
we give in to anger,

fall prey

to our old animosities,

resort to violence.

But it's an opportunity.

An opportunity to
reclaim our lost heritage,

to follow the example,
our prophet Muhammad,

salla llahu wa-sallam,

who taught that extremism and
violence has no place in Islam.

(cheering and applause)

My vision is
of an authentic Islam,

one that remembers

that tolerance is fundamental
to our faith.

Because...

Islam is salaam.

Peace.

And peace be upon you.

(cheering and applause)

(door opens)

Thank you, Aziz.

Mr. President.

Bassam...

I couldn't bring myself
to come here before.

I tried,

but...

We have no daughters.

(deep sigh)

My God, Fauzi, I don't know
what to do, I'm so lost.

Of course you are.

I prayed to God to let me go
back in time one year.

Just give me one more chance.

But we can only go forward.

I'm going to run for president.

And try to finish
what you started.

If I can.

So our daughters won't
have died for nothing.

(sighs)

Oh, I'm sorry.

What?

Excuse me.

God, what a mess.

Teenagers.

You'd think she was
raised by wolves.

Like Romulus and Remus,
you know, the...

twins who founded Rome.

Ma'am?

When you lose 20% of
your blood volume,

you go into
hypovolemic shock.

I'm sorry we haven't
cleaned in here yet.

We thought that...

But that takes minutes.

Maybe hours.

But if...

...if the knife punctured
her kidney...

...she'd lose consciousness
in under a second.

And then dead in a minute.

Lying down there on the ground.

Dead in a minute.

Dead in a minute.

(softly):
Dead.

*

*

*

Sometimes he has a beard.
Sometimes he shaves.

Which is strange for a jihadi.

He looks nothing like
the university pictures.

MALOOF:
And he's lost about 20 pounds.

COGSWELL: This guy's
gonna be hard to find.

He's a pill bug.
He hides under a rock.

MOLLY:
What's happening?

Molly?

What are you doing
looking at pictures?

We haven't yet pinpointed

where to bomb.

The man who killed my
daughter is still alive.

I-I can't stand the
thought of him living.

Okay, okay.

While she's...
Okay.

While her body is

in the ground.

And he's sleeping peacefully.

He's breathing
and you're just sitting there!

I want him dead
as much as you do.

But, please,

give me a little time.

Okay, okay.

Wait, wait, Molly.

Molly...

We, um...

we need to talk
about the funeral.

We need her body back.

I-I called
the State Department.

I tried to talk to Exley,
but she couldn't help me.

Nobody could help me.

Some bullshit about--
I don't know.

So you need to do it.

Okay, you need
to get it back somehow.

Molly, it will be
easier to kill Ihab

than to get her body.

But Jamal needs to
be buried very soon.

And we have to say
prayers for Emma.

Prayers?

What kind of prayers?

You mean Muslim prayers?
Yes.

But Emma isn't Muslim.

We're the first family
of a Muslim country.

The people believe...

I don't care
what the people believe.

The man who killed her
is a Muslim.

And you want
to bury her that way?

No.

I won't have it.

Emma wouldn't want this!

She would hate this!

I won't let you do it.

You ready?

Hardly.

I feel like I'm jumping off
a cliff with my eyes closed.

It's the very best thing
you could have done for him.

For our whole country.

(chuckles)

I hope so.

We'll see.

That your speech?

Yeah.

Take a look.

Not that I can
change anything now.

Okay, so I'll introduce you,
and then you come out.

You ready?
Mm-hmm.

It's wonderful.

Really?
You liked it?

Yes.

HALIMA: Good afternoon.
(crowd cheering)

Thank you for coming to show

your support for Fauzi Nidal.

On this day of grief,

I announce my candidacy
for presidency of Abuddin.

My hope for this country is

that even in the wake
of terrible loss...

loss that I

and so many of you
know too well--

we do not lose heart.

But instead
that we gain in wisdom.

That we rededicate ourselves
to the principles

of Bassam Al Fayeed's
revolution.

That those of us who are broken

and this country that is broken

heal together.

And that the battle
for a tolerant,

modern, Muslim, secular,

just and fair Abuddin,

begun on a battlefield,

ends with a victory
at the ballot box.

(crowd cheering)

Aunt Safiya.

Ahmed.

Oh, you look good.

Ah...

Fit.

I clearly missed you
turning into a man.

I tried to wait
for you, but...

(laughs)

I'm so sorry
about your father.

Thank you.

But if you and my mother
could be friends again now...

Oh, we'll see about that.

This is business.

Election
business.

How are my nephews?

And my niece?

Excited their aunt
is running for president.

Is that how their mother feels?

I'm very sorry about Jamal.

Are you?
About Jamal?

For your sake, yes.

Even though he's
never liked me much.

What I never figured out was
whether it was because of that,

or because you didn't
care for my husband,

or that you simply
grew tired of me

that I stopped
hearing from you.

Safiya...

Not that it matters much now.

You called me.

Then again,
you need something from me.

I do need something.

Jamal's assets are frozen.

I will give you
all the financial support I can.

I've also contacted
James Kipfer.

He has advised

Merkel, Cameron, Netanyahu.

He's very good.

You move quickly.

I don't want the Caliphate
taking control

of my husband's
shipping lanes.

We need each other, then.

So it seems.

You're not a baby, Ibro.

You make your own decisions.

Like fighting for Allah.

Yes, Sheik.

Al-Fransi?

Phone for the young man.

Candy for the others.

Your father was a good man.

You're right.

These boys are
ethnic Ma'anians.

I can tell from
their accents.

The idle youth.

They should be in one
of my training camps.

Or in school.

I had to shut the schools.

All the teachers left.

Everyone's left.

Engineers, electricians,
trash collectors.

You won't keep
the people's loyalty

if you can't provide
basic services.

With the whole world
dropping its bombs on Syria,

it will never
get better for us here.

We're going to
need a better army

than the one
your brother had.

I'm building an army.

You'll see.

What's with
the umbrella?

Eyes in the sky.

Like Argus Panoptes,

the hundred-eyed
primordial Titan,

we see everything
everywhere.

General, I have an umbrella.

Show me.
An umbrella?

Well, chatter indicates
that Abdullah carries

a black umbrella
with him everywhere.

Let's get details.

That could be
Ihab Rashid.

Shadows put him at six feet.

Which is consistent
with current intel.

You see how he
protects his arm?

That's a prosthetic.

Don't lose him.

(knocking)

Come in.

We have an update, sir.

We have eyes on the target
for the first time.

Both of them?

Where are they?

The local hospital.

Most likely they'll be

there for the night.

Why?
Oh, that's standard

Caliphate operating procedure.

It's the way
they protect themselves.

You're sure it's them--
if we hit that hospital,

we kill them?
Correct.

Who else is inside?
How many patients?

How many doctors and nurses?

We don't know.
So it could be empty?

It could be.

He's bought himself
another day on Earth.

Keep tracking him.

Understood.

Mr. President.

(door closes)

Hey.

Wait, wait.
No.

Wait.

Listen, you need to...
Don't!

Don't tell me what I need.

(panting)

Leila?

This is James Kipfer.

How do you do?

How do you do?

Please, sit.

I apologize if I get
right to the point, but

I have my niece's memorial and
my husband's funeral in an hour.

So...

tell me how we work together.

Well, first I decide
if we work together.

I don't take on
just any campaign.

What would you like
to know about me?

You're the wife
of a despised ex-dictator.

What makes you think
anyone would vote for you?

I'm not my husband.

In fact, as you may know,

I helped depose him.

I'm the daughter
of domestic servants.

Like every poor and working
class person in this country,

I've spent my life doing
what I had to do to survive.

That's made me tough.

Which is a good thing.

Because we're surrounded
by enemies.

I wouldn't turn this country
over to a cleric

who wants to bring us
back to the Middle Ages.

Or a journalist who ran away
just when things got tough.

They have no idea
what this job takes.

But I've been there.

I don't imagine you've got

a chance in hell
of winning this election.

But I like you.

And I think you mean
what you say.

Let's do this.

Great.

By the way,

forget the young,
the poor, the working class.

It's not your constituency.

Strength, stability,

security,
prosperity.

Scare them.

Then make them feel safe.

That's your platform.

It's the only one
you've got.

Did that help?

For a few minutes, yeah.

I have to go.

Hey.

Come here.

Next time I want to
talk about this stuff.

Hmm?

Yeah.

I'm glad I helped you, but...

I'd like to get to know you.

Not just your body.

Okay.

HALIMA: Sammy, hey,
I've been trying to reach you.

I'm worried about you.

Call me, okay?

You did this to me.

You did it to yourself.

You turned me in.

So this?
This is your work.

You deserved it.

Shit.

You're more dangerous than I am.

Oh, you think you've won?

That this is over?

It hasn't even begun.

Peace be upon you.

Upon you be peace.

Peace be upon you.

Upon you be peace.

Peace be upon you.

Where's Mom?

She's uh...

She's not coming.

Where were you this morning?

I couldn't find you.

At the university.

By yourself?

Sammy, do you have any idea
how dangerous that is?

What's wrong with you?

I just needed
someone to talk to.

TAYMULLAH:
We're gathered here

to say prayers for
Emma Al Fayeed.

After which, we will move
to the family cemetery

and send the bodies
of Jamal Al Fayeed

and Rami Said back to God.

In the name of God,
the beneficent, the merciful,

to Him belongs the dominion
of the heavens and the earth.

He gives life
and He takes it away.

He has power over all things.

(whispering):
Mr. President,
can I have a moment?

If you're going to draw the
American into a land war,

we need to double, triple
the number of our troops.

We'll be strong enough
when the time comes.

And we have God
on our side.

Greetings, children.

Salaam alaikum.

CHILDREN:
Wa alaikum as-salaam.

Do you see
these brave young men?

They're serving God.

Who else would like
to serve God in his army?

It's the highest honor.

Does anyone know
any mujahideen?

Ah, yes, Sheik.

My brothers.

I have two, Baka and Taj.

That's wonderful, wonderful.

INTELLIGENCE OFFICER:
We lost them temporarily.

They went inside that
building over there.

But they're still inside?

Maybe, but we don't know
for certain.

There are tunnels
and many exits,

but, yes,
they may be inside.

You're certain this
is a training camp?

Absolutely certain.
Do you see that?

That's a cache of
Chinese CQ rifles.

And there-- mortar launchers
covered in tarp.

General, you agree?

Yes, sir, it's a
terrorist training camp.

Do we have the go-ahead?

MOLLY:
Yes.

Yes.

*

You're still here.

We buried him
after you left.

He's gone.

He's really gone.

He's not gone.

Not for me.

I'll never be rid of him.

That's not true, Ahmed.

You're free now.

I'm not.

I'm his son.

He's inside of me.

He's not.

You're nothing like him.

You have no idea.

(crying):
I'm him.

I am.

You don't know
what's in my head.

Or my heart.

I'm capable of terrible things.

Ahmed, you are not him.

You inherited nothing
from him.

What does that mean?

What does it mean?

You're just trying
to make me feel better.

Go away.

Leave me be.

Can I?

Yeah, of course.

Is he dead?

We don't know yet.

I'm sorry, Sammy.

About what?

Everything.

Not being there for Emma.

Not being here for you

or your mom.

I am trying, I'm...

I'm trying.

Dad, are you okay?

I mean, Mom, she's...
she's a wreck.

But you always seem...

I'm not okay.

I'm not okay.

I love you.

(door opens)

It's not a good time.

A man returned to Abuddin
a few days

before I was to marry Jamal.

He came for the wedding.

I was in love with him
since I was a girl.

He came to see me...

and we were...

We were together.

The man you told me about?

You're that man's son.

He doesn't know.

Jamal never knew it.

I couldn't tell anyone
while he was alive.

But now that he's dead...

That can't be true.

After you were born,

I couldn't get pregnant again.

For two years,
Jamal and I tried.

We went to
a fertility clinic.

It was him.

His sperm.

Why do you think you never
had any brothers and sisters?

I told him it was me.

But what about Rami?

He wasn't Jamal's son.

You'd have to ask his mother
why she lied.

A measure of revenge,
I suppose.

I don't believe this.

Call the doctor, then.

Ask for the results
of your kidney test.

Who was it?

This man you were
so in love with?

Bassam.

You're Bassam's son.

Does he...

does he know?

No.

Now is not the time to tell him.

Promise me
you won't tell him, Ahmed.

Okay.

I know you judge me for this.

What would be the point
of judging you?

The horrible thing...

The really horrible thing is...

he was the man who raised me,

and now he's dead,

and he's not my real father.

And you know what I feel?

You know what I feel
more than anything?

Relief.

No.

No.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no!

Where is she?
Ma'am?

The maid,
the one who cleans our room--

Emma's room-- where is she?

I don't...
The maid.

She's-she's tall, skinny.

She wears exactly what you wear.

Sh-She's the goddamn maid.

Ma'am, please.
Ma'am?

You.

(cries)

You erased my daughter.

Do you understand?

Get up!

What did I do?

I don't do anyth...

You threw her away!

You erased her.
Stop.

Stop.

You erased her.
You have to stop.

(whimpers)

I'm sorry.

IHAB (on TV):
This is an American missile.

MALOOF:
It's Ihab's voice.

We have forensic
confirmation, sir.

IHAB:
The American president

of Abuddin has waged
a holy war against Islam.

Now this is a war
against the children of Islam.

These are children.

Can you see them?

Children.

These were your children.

You see this?
A gun emplacement.

It's been destroyed.

Here.

Rocket-propelled
grenade launchers.

Here, warheads
and associated hardware.

All of them obliterated.

This was not a mistake.

Was the camp near a school?

Intelligence tells us the
nearest school was a mile away.

These are children
in street clothes.

Boys and girls.

That's a backpack... notebooks.

COGSWELL:
He must have moved the children

to the training camp
as a shield.

Hideous.

Mr. President.

We failed,
and I apologize.

It's more than a
failure, General.

Those are dead children.

I know that.

It's horrifying.

But tragedies
happen in war.

The question is
what do you want to do next?

(child laughing)

(grunts)

Not so fast, little man.

Abdullah, the missile strike...

I'll be more careful.

They're in paradise now...

...and on Earth,

things are exactly
where I want them to be.

Upside down,
Upside down!

Upside down, upside down.

We could not have planned
it better if we tried.

Upside down.

Ma'am?

What?

I looked through
the laundry.

See?

Your daughter's
towels,

they were
already washed.

Okay.

I can't bring her
back to you, but...

my grandmother was a naddabah.

She was Druze, from Lebanon,
a poet singer.

She taught me her funeral songs.

When someone died
in her village,

everyone come to sing,

but you...
you mourn alone.

I'll sing one for you?

A prayer?

* The Bedouin girls

* Came down

* One beauty after another

* The Bedouin girls

* Came down and put you
in the burial ground *

* I wish

* The Bedouin girls put
their own beloved ones *

* And you were spared

* For your mother

* Oh, one dearer than

* My eyes...

Of course I didn't know.

It was a training camp.

They were schoolchildren.

What were they
doing there?

Now, I will issue
an apology

to the families
of the victims,

but that's all I'm gonna do.
(scoffs)

These people are monsters.

If I start behaving as if
I'm guilty of their crimes,

then I might as well
be guilty...

and they win.

You can condemn me if you want.

I know you need political cover.

That's not the point.

This was supposed to be
an election about the future.

Now we're just gonna start

killing each other
all over again.

CROWD:
Stop the war on Islam!

Stop the war on Islam!

Stop the war
on Islam!

(woman singing in Arabic)

(glass shatters)

I wept for this president

when he lost his child...

but now Bassam Al Fayeed
used his American weapons

to wage war,
not against his enemies

but against the people.

Children!

Ma'anian children,
who are our children,

living across a meaningless
border drawn by the West.

So one has the right to ask

is this really
an Abuddinian war...

or is it an American one?

* The Bedouin girls

* Came down and cast

* The evil eye upon you

* I wish the Bedouin girls

* Cast it upon
their own beloved ones *

* And you were spared
for your mother *

* Oh, one dearer than my eyes.

No... no.

What's that?

That's Jack and Megan.

My kids.

My safe kids.

They're beautiful.

You watch them
like this often?

Well, I had to

hack into my wife's
Wi-Fi nanny cam.

It's the only time
I get to see them.

Now, that one...

Megan, she's got
to toughen up.

So, my wife is having an affair.

I don't blame her.

I'm never around.

It's amazing
how much damage

we can do from
a distance.

*

(gasps)

DALIYAH:
When was the last
time you slept?

You look exhausted.

I know...

it's impossible to bear.

What can I do to help you?

Please... talk to me.

Tell me.

I killed all those children...

...but I didn't kill
Ihab Rashid.

Molly's...

so angry with me.

I don't think she'll
ever forgive me.

Her grief is so huge
that there's...

...there's no room for mine.

I can't grieve.

You can with me.

Emma used to have this, uh,

this parakeet...

uh, when she was...
I don't know, six years old.

And she gave it a silly name.

And I'm...

I'm... I'm t-trying to remember.

I-I can't.

I can't remember its name.

It's...

(door opens)

I heard Mom crying.

She's in her room

and she won't let me near her.

You should go
talk to her.

Sammy, listen...

It's okay.

I understand.

*

*

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

Molly?

Did you see this?

(woman crying)

I made a hundred mothers
just like me.

A thousand mothers... grieving.

This is not your fault.

I thought losing my...

Emma...

was the worst thing ever.

Ever.

But all those children--

I killed them.

No.

They made me into a murderer.

And she's still gone.

I'm so tired.

You haven't slept for days.

I want to sleep forever.

No.

No, you don't.

It'll get better.

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