All language subtitles for Tyrant (2014) - S03E05 - Rock and a Hard Place (1080p AMZN WEB-DL x265 Silence)_track3_[eng]

Previously on Tyrant...

And he's not my real father.
Who was it?

This man you were
so in love with.

LEILA:
Bassam.

I'm going to run for president,

and try to finish
what you started,

so our daughters
won't have died for nothing.

NAFISA:
A year ago, they call

an election,
we give it legitimacy.

At the end, they pull the rug
from under our feet.

What's my alternative?

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

I announce my candidacy
for president of Abuddin.

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.

So, no more marriages for you?

I don't see how.

I would think you'd just
point and choose.

MOLLY: The man who killed
my daughter is still alive.

He's breathing,

and you're just sitting there!

MALOOF: But it's a terrorist
training camp.

Do we have the go-ahead?

MOLLY:
Yes.

IHAB: The American president
of Abuddin

has waged a holy war
against Islam.

Now this is a war
against the children of Islam.

MOLLY:
I killed them.

They made me
into a murderer.

And she's still gone.

I'm so tired.

(kids shouting playfully)

(plane rumbling in distance)

(engine roaring)

(kids laughing,
shouting playfully)

Mom!

That arrogant bastard.

Telling our people to evacuate.

Go back.

The first take
is better.

IHAB: We should
close the border.

Keep them
from leaving.

Center the graphic.

The border is
a hundred miles long.

Full of holes.

It'd be a waste
of energy. This...

gets us an army.

Show him.

MAN (over video): Abuddinian
airstrikes have killed

our brothers, our sisters,

our sons and daughters.

They have begun their slaughter.

But now we will begin ours.

Rise up
against the American tyrant.

The American has already
lit the fire inside Abuddin.

This is the fuel.

Take a brick,
take a knife, take your car,

and kill the infidel
in the street.

There's no way
to take this down?

MALOOF: We closed
the Twitter account

that initially posted it,

but it's already been hosted by
a dozen third-party Web sites.

We can't trace it?

They covered
their tracks.

The thing's
working, too.

Three attacks in the last
two days on police in Ma'an.

Two close calls
at the university.

Conservative, Islamist students
radicalized by this shit.

These guys are real pros.

(gunshots)

Kill them all.
Kill them all!

One by one.

From the Truth and Dignity
Commission.

It's a summons to appear.

She's ordered me
to give testimony.

"She"?

Daliyah Al-Yazbek.

Can she do that?

In the middle
of your campaign?

What do we know about her--
Daliyah?

I know what
everyone knows.

She's from a
small village.

Considered a folk hero.

She fought
alongside Khalil.

She's been to the
palace a lot recently.

They seem close.

(sighs)

Hey.

I was looking for you.

Sorry.

Lost track of time.

You still want
to go for a drive?

I'm not sure.

Planted an olive
tree for Emma.

So she can live on.

Or whatever.

How's your dad holding up?

I think he's just trying
to focus on work.

Block everything
else out.

And your mom?

Someone has to
watch her 24/7.

That many pills--

probably wasn't
an accident.

I'm sorry.

Me, too.

I'm still trying to wrap my head
around being an only child.

Did Emma like gardens?

(chuckles)

Not really.

She kind of hated
the outdoors.

(chuckles softly)

How long's she
been asleep?

Since this morning.

I haven't been able
to get her to eat today.

I'll stay until the
night nurse comes on.

Yes, sir.

*

I admire the work
of your commission.

I really do.

But it would be
inappropriate

for the sitting foreign
secretary to appear.

You have my word.

I will not ask any questions
about your current position.

I only care about your past.

I bet.

People deserve to understand

what happened
inside this palace.

And with your husband dead,

that leaves you.

I won't be bullied
into a public shaming.

Have you done things you should
be ashamed of, Madam Secretary?

Is this what you think
Bassam wants?

I don't answer to Bassam.

It's no secret he doesn't
support me for president.

You haul me in in front
of the commission

just as I begin my campaign,
and I'm sure he'll be pleased.

Well, you'd have
to ask him that.

We don't talk politics.

Don't you think people wonder
why a Bedouin woman

with no education,
no background

was put in such
an important position?

That's a strange accusation

coming from the daughter
of a kitchen maid.

Be careful.

Are you threatening me?

Be careful if you're
in love with him.

You'll think the connection
you have is real.

And who's to say?

Maybe it is.

But Bassam compartmentalizes.

The minute you become
a liability,

a wall will come down.

And you'll be cut off.

Like it never happened.

Like it was nothing.

If you refuse
to appear in court,

it will become
part of your public record.

And I doubt that will help
your poll numbers.

(door opens, closes)

(tires squealing)

(indistinct chatter)

SOLDIER: Easy, easy!

Freeze!

Get down! Get down!

(grunting)

WOMAN: Get off me.

SOLDIER:
Area secured.

AZIZ:
Mr. President?

What is it?

There's a military action
at the university.

A remote detonation.

The girl had the cell
phone in her pocket.

We think the target
was the auditorium.

Any idea who called
in the tip?

It was probably
somebody who uses

the same prayer room
in the dorm.

We got lucky,
Mr. President.

Well, take some credit.
This is a win for us.

This is the third raid
of the campus

in two weeks.

And it's not
going to stop.

These prayer spaces
are a problem.

Religious extremists
use them

to spread their message,
to radicalize other students.

You need
to shut them down.

People need a
place to pray.

Then let them pray at
the university's Central Mosque.

At least there,
you can monitor them.

Mr. President,

one day, we're going
to stop getting lucky.

And when that happens,
and that girl with the backpack

gets further
than her dorm room,

people are going to die.

And then you'll have
to respond with force.

And that's exactly
what they're waiting for.

(sighs softly)

(sighs softly)

(insects chirping)

*

(gasping softly)

(gasping)

*

(sniffles)

*

(indistinct chatter)

SOLDIER:
You! Out!

Everybody out!
What are you doing?

Everybody out!

Take your hands off me!

(lock clicks)

Where are we
supposed to pray?

You stood in front
of your followers

and you called it
my "American war."

You called it a crime.

But it is a crime.

You killed children.

The Caliphate
put those children there.
You don't know that,

and even if...
And then,

you used it as an excuse
to incite violence.

I won't take responsibility
for a few crazy people.

Then take responsibility
for stopping them.

I cannot support
closing places of worship.

If all they were doing
was praying,

we wouldn't be having
this conversation.

But that's not the reality.

They are terrorist cells.

You have no evidence of that.

You're implying anywhere
people gather to pray is

a breeding ground for terror.

No, I am not.

You can pray freely
in the Central Mosque.

(scoffs)

Under your watchful eye.

With him preaching.

Everyone knows that he
is an Al Fayeed stooge.

What, now he will
peddle your

government-sanctioned
religious message?

I wonder if you would
be so poisonous if your

Caliphate-loving brother-in-law
had not paid for your mosque.

I will have no part in this.

(footsteps departing)

You have strong
favorables among males,

45 to 64.

The youth numbers
are softer.

What's the bottom line?

You're 15 points behind
Fauzi among likely voters.

I see.

SAFIYA: It isn't what
we were hoping for.

KIPFER: But it's
what we expected.

It's just the first poll.

Wait until I testify

in front of the
Truth and Dignity Commission.

Things will get worse.

Thank you, both of you.

(door opens, closes)

Second place.

That's never been
a comfortable position for you.

It's not where I should be.

LEILA:
Someone who will take a stand
against our external enemies,

against anyone
who would threaten us,

to ensure the future
of this great nation.

MAN: Leila Al Fayeed.

Experience, security,
stability, prosperity.

It's you.

It's the person
that I know.

The Iron Lady.

It's only part of me.

Maybe that's your problem.

No one knows the other part.

(crowd cheering)

Thank you.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

It's good to see all of you.

MAN:
We love you!

(chuckles)

I love you back!

And I want to begin today
by saying

thank you so much
for all your support.

I know you guys
have been working hard,

and you know what?

It's paying off.

It's just the first poll,
and we have a long way to go,

but we had a good day today.

(crowd cheering)

You're good. Thank you.
Thank you.

We love you, man.
Thank you.
Thank you so much.
Thank you.

So, what'd you think
of the speech?

Uh, not bad.

"Not..."

On a scale of
one to ten?

I'd give it a six and a half.

Six and a half?

You're not an
easy grader.

But at least you stuck
around for the whole thing.

Yeah, I wanted to see
if it got any better.

Well, thank you.
(chuckles)

(chuckles)

The polls look good.

Yeah, don't jinx it now.

You must be happy.

I am.

You know,

a few of us are going
to a cafe for a drink.

You should join us.

Come on,
celebrate with me.

I'm politically neutral.

Requirement of the job.

I understand.

I had a dream about
you, you know.

Really?

Yeah, we were rollerblading
in a park in London.

And I was late for a rally,
so we decided to hail a taxi.

But Angela Merkel
was driving and-and...
(laughing)

she wouldn't let us in
because of the rollerblades,

so we grabbed onto
the side of the cab

and she took off,
dragging us the whole way.

Well, at least Angela Merkel
wasn't naked.

Yeah.

Did we have fun?
We had a great time.

(chuckles)
Good.

Staring at the poll numbers
all day won't change them.

The things you said to
Bassam in the palace,

you need to say
them to the people.

Fauzi and Leila,

they're part of the
administration.

They can't speak out.

You can.

But nobody's listening, Nafisa.

Nobody's listening.

There are protests planned
at the university.

You should be there.

Make them into
a campaign rally.

Make the president
your enemy.

Bassam gave you a gift with
the prayer space closures.

Take it.

BARRY:
Hey. You're up.

It's good to see.

Barry.

What's going on?

There's an in-patient
treatment center in Germany.

I-I'm gonna check myself in.

Okay, uh, Molly, look, look.

I want you to get help.
But let's talk about this.

I need you to arrange
a plane for me.

I need you to
do that, okay?

Molly, I know you're in pain...

Barry, it's not
safe for me.

I've come so close to...

I don't trust myself.

I need to go get better.

You can get better here.
With us.

I can't.

It's too hard.

I keep looking out the window,
thinking I'm, um,

gonna see the person
I used to be walking by.

I've been working too much,
haven't been here for you.

Dad, it's not about you.

And I know that you're angry

and you blame me
for what happened.

I blame myself.

I'm guilty.

I'll carry that
the rest of my life.

Molly, please don't do this.

It's taking everything I have
to ask for help, Barry.

And maybe you'll understand,
and maybe you won't,

but I can't be here anymore.

I walk past her room
and I see her.

I look at your faces
and I see her.

I thought I wanted that.

The reminders-- they made me
feel close to her.

But when you're alone with them,

you realize there's nothing
really there.

Just... loss and more loss.

How long will you be gone?

I don't know.

You want to know what
you can do for me, Barry?

You can let me go.

Could you pass
the coffee?

Yeah.

Oh, I must've finished it.
That's okay.

I'll get them to
make some more.
No, don't-don't worry about it.

I'm fine.

Had too much already.

Maybe we should get a dog.

What?

People have been
sending us things.

Gifts, you know.

For Emma.

Someone wrote

and said they wanted
to give us a puppy.

You remember when Emma
got bitten by that dog

when she was little?

That was me.

No, it was the, um...

the Kreutziger's
German Shepherd.

It, uh-- she was
trying to pet it.

Thor.

He bit me.

It was a long time ago.

I, um...

I called the treatment center
this morning.

They said your mom's
getting settled in.

Dad, I really think
you should give her some space.

I know.

I know.

The Abuddinian Women's Forum
has been a constructive voice

on women's issues
for a quarter century.

In order to be your next
president and put women's issues

on the agenda
in this country,

I'm going to need your support.

In 20 years in the palace,
and two years as first lady,

you never showed
up here once.

That's true.
Now you want us

to support you for president
just because you're a woman?

The forum was highly critical
of my husband and his father.

It was very difficult for me
to express my true feelings.

1,000 women and 400 children
died in the gassing of Ma'an.

And you stood by your husband's
side and said nothing.

Many of us know
what it means to live

under the thumbs of our husband.

All of us know people who have
died for what they believed in.

You survived by staying silent.

What's that?

Fanaa.

What does it mean?

The loss of the self.

Thought we were
gonna start small.

Like "cat" or something.

Oh, I like to
challenge my students.

Hmm.

You ever done this before
with another student?

"This"?

Ah, you mean
teach Arabic?

Mm.

No.

So I'm special.

Very.

Why?

Really?

You want me to
flatter you?

No.

I want you
to tell me the truth.

You're sleeping with me
'cause I'm the president's son.

If I was sleeping with you
to get ahead in politics,

I wouldn't be criticizing
your father online.

You're criticizing him?

Don't you read my blog?

I don't like you that much.

Oh.

What are you saying?

I said he's wrong to
close the prayer spaces.

Well, he thinks
those people are dangerous.

Who's dangerous?

All Muslims who pray
in any prayer space?

They're all dangerous?

What if the governments decide

all gay men are dangerous?

(crowd chanting outside)

CROWD (chanting):
Let us pray! Let us pray!

Let us pray!
Let us pray!

Let us pray! We want to pray!

Let us pray!

We want to pray!
We want to pray!

I'm on my way to the university.

I only have a minute, but...
how are you?

How's my nephew?

Is he still smarter
than both of us?

LATIF:
Of course.

They've closed the schools,

so I've been tutoring
the kids at home.

They closed the schools? Why?

The Caliphate claim
they want to govern,

but they can't manage it.

The phones, schools, hospitals,
everything's shut down.

I didn't know it was that bad.

And we just got a warning
about more bombings.

Some people are talking
about leaving,

crossing the border
into Abuddin.

I heard they set up
a refugee camp.

You should come
with them, Latif.

It's hard.

This is Randa's home,
her country.

And I've heard
things are difficult

on your side of the border, too.

I don't want to trade
one Syria for another.

We can make a better life
for you here, brother.

I still believe in this place.

(crowd chanting)

CROWD: We want to pray!
We want to pray!

Let us pray! We want to pray!

(crowd cheering)

(footsteps approaching)

BARRY: Whatever it is
you're looking for,

I don't think
it's in there.

No, probably not.

How's Molly?

I don't know. She's, um...

I'm supposed
to give her some space.

I saw the polls. I'm sorry.

You don't need
to be nice to me, Bassam.

I know you want Fauzi to win.

Bad day?

I'm Jamal's wife.

Apparently, that's a crime
I can never be pardoned for.

(scoffs)
Tell me about it.

To some people,
I will always be the American,

the Western infidel.

Doesn't matter
what the truth is.

Do you remember
what it was like?

What?

Before Jamal became... Jamal.

Before you went to America.

When we were just... us.

Of course.

What was I like?

You were always laughing.

You were curious.

You used to wake me up
in the middle of the night,

and we'd sneak down to the pool.

You remember?

You always wanted
to see who could

hold their breath longer
underwater.

You always lost.

You were fearless.

I met with Daliyah.

She's quite something.

I underestimated her.

She's the kind of woman
a man might fall in love with.

Here.

This is for you.

Peanut butter and jelly
with potato chips.

How very American.

Well, there's only
so much you can do.

We are who we are.

(sighs)

(line ringing)

(clears throat)

This is Molly.
Please leave a message.

Hey, it's me, um...

I know I'm not supposed to call;
you don't have to call me back.

I, um...

There's a lot going on.

And, uh,
and I just wanted to, um...

I'm not sure wh...
what I wanted.

Um...

I don't know why, but I was
just thinking about, um...

thinking about that time

we went to that
bed-and-breakfast

before we got married.

We thought it would be romantic,

and when we got there,
it was just us

and the weird old couple
that owned the place, and...

The bed was so rickety and loud
that we just...

...we just laid there all night,

whispering and...

waiting till we could leave.

Anyway, I... I don't know why
I just thought of that,

but, um...

I'm thinking of you and, uh...

and I hope they're taking
good care of you.

Bye.

The secular government of
Abuddin expects us to yield,

to stand by while they prevent
us from worshipping together,

to stand by while they police
our relationship with God.

But we will not stand by.

(crowd cheering)
We cannot stand by!

Their concern
is violence, hatred.

But if we allow
their oppression to continue...

that's exactly what they risk.

Violence and hatred.

(crowd cheering)

We will not yield.

CROWD:
We will not yield!

We will not yield.

CROWD: We will not yield!
Get out of the way, huh?

We will not yield.

Watch it.

You're taking up

the entire square
with this bullshit,

and I should watch it?

I need to get to class.

Wouldn't want you to be late
for art history.

Try caring about something
that matters.

Yeah, except this
doesn't matter to me.

All I care about

is being safe.

You're never going to be safe.

This is exactly
what I mean.

You people...

you're crazy, you know?

AL-QADI: We must hold ourselves
to the highest standard.

Today, we have an opportunity

to show Abuddin--
to show the world--

they are wrong to fear us.

Our holy book teaches us
that a true Muslim

is the one that follows
the straight path.

The path of peace.

Of mercy.

Of restraint.

Even when we are tested,

we must not stray
from that path.

I ask you all
to pray with me now.

(man chanting prayer)

I'm going.

What? Why?

He wants us to
pray with him?

We need to do
more than pray

if we want
things to change.

We have to be patient.

They threw you in jail,
beat you up.

You still have a scar.

We're sending a message.

No one is listening, Hanif.

(chanting continues)

MALOOF:
I have four of my units

on standby outside
the university,

waiting for me to
give them the go-ahead

to move to the perimeter
of the protest.
I don't like it.

Troops facing off
against students.

History is not on our side here.
Tahrir Square,

Tiananmen Square...
Don't tie my hands,
Mr. President.

I need my troops there

before things get
out of hand, not after.

Ahmed, this is not
a good time.

I thought maybe I could
watch you work.
Ahmed.

Please, not now.

Right.

Okay.

I'm sorry.

(door opens, closes)

Okay, but, Maloof,
make sure your men understand:

no one makes a move
unless there's a direct threat.

Understood.

This gets out of control,

I'm right back
where my brother was.

(sighs)

(man chanting prayer)

Hey, hey.

Hey.
What the hell

are you doing here?
Nothing.

I just wanted to see
what's going on.
Are you crazy?

Do you know how dangerous it is
to show up

at a protest
against your own father?

Relax. I have secret service.

No, we have to go.
SOLDIER: To the square!

Over here!
You, come with me!

Now.
Hurry up, follow them!

SAMMY:
Can you let go of me, please?

Halima.

All right, knock it off!

You just wander into
an anti-government protest?
No.

I was in Haitham's office,
we heard shouting,

so we walked out, okay?
You call him Haitham now?

Excuse me. Professor El-Amin.

I mean, who cares?

What?

Your buttons are buttoned wrong.

Are you sleeping with him?

Mind your own business.

He's married, he has a kid.

I really don't need you to be
my conscience right now. Okay?

What if it comes out? Hmm?

Your father's already seen
as a Westerner.

They call him The American.

And now people find out
his son is having

a homosexual affair
with a married man.

So are you saying
I can never have

a personal life in this place?

Don't do this.

Everything we care about
is too important.

I don't want to have
to tell your father.

You wouldn't do that.

Wouldn't I?

(crowd praying quietly)

(chanting prayer)

We need to be realistic.

You want to be rehabilitated;
it takes time.

The election is
four months away.

Exactly.

And you'll run a good race.

You'll lose,
but you'll lose well.

You'll spend the next four years
as the leader of the opposition.

Not inside the palace,
on the streets.

And when the next
election comes,

it'll be the new you
who runs and wins.

So that's it?
Wait until next time?

Success is about readiness
matched with opportunity.

Just be ready
when your time comes.

(door opens, closes)

I know this isn't
what you wanted.

I haven't lost yet.

Come to dinner tonight.
We can talk it through.

I can't.
I have a meeting.

With whom?

General Cogswell.

At night?

Dressed like that?

I don't need your advice
on my wardrobe.

Don't tell me
that you and he are...

Or my personal life.

Do you know
how dangerous this is?

You were leaving.

Don't let me stop you.

I always thought of you
as many complicated things.

Naive was not one of them.

You really think that,
four months from now,

when Fauzi is president

and you are nothing,
not even foreign secretary,

that he will still
be interested in you?

(door opens, closes)

You're a popular
man these days;

I thought you'd
appreciate the privacy.

Isn't it a bit early
to be making overtures?

Not according to the polls.

A lot can happen in four months.

Sure.

The sky could fall,
but probably not.

I've spent the last
couple of months

developing a relationship
with the Al Fayeeds.

But the truth is, you're the
man I needed to be talking to.

I'm listening.

(man chanting prayer)

MAN:
Go home, dogs!

MAN 2:
Let us pray!

MAN 3:
God be with us!

(crowd murmuring)

SOLDIER:
Move in.

MAN 4:
Get out of here!

You think you scare me?

You collaborating
piece of shit!

Take another step.

Take one more step!

Stand down.

We have every right to be here!

(crowd clamoring)

I said stand down.

You want to shoot me?

Shoot me! Do it! Shoot me!

Stop this!
I'm saying stop this now!

Stop this now!

They're trying to
make us into martyrs!

We are all willing!

Is that what you think
God wants?

More martyrs?

Paradise is full of martyrs.

The real sacrifice
is to live here, with us,

and try to make peace.

This man

is your brother.

Thank you
for showing restraint.

Thank you
for showing restraint.

Thank you, thank you.

We have made
our voices heard here.

We will leave
this square peacefully,

with the promise
to come back tomorrow,

and every day after that,
until the prayers are allowed

to continue on our own terms.

Please leave in peace.

Leave in peace, please.

Please, leave in peace.

Where is he?

Gone to the
mosque to pray.

He had their attention.

All those people.

All he had to do...
I know.

I saw it on the news.

(sighs)

He's becoming a problem, Nafisa.

Should I be afraid?

No.

If it comes to it...

if something were
to happen to him...

I'll take care of you.

Like I always have.

He's the father
of my children.

We survived
without both parents.

That's not what
I want for them.

They have each other.

Like we did.

You taught yourself
how to braid my hair.

Remember?

You were all I had.

You still are.

I still love him.

Then I hope, for your sake,
he comes around.

Mahdiya?

(door creaks)

Kill them all.
Kill them all.

One by one.

SIDDIQ:
And everything is

in compliance with the U.N.
High Commission guidelines.

We're having more
water trucked in

to make sure
there's a reserve,

the primary school
for the children

will be in that
tent over there.

I'm impressed, Siddiq.
It looks great.

Thank you.

The first wave of
refugees is trickling in.

Everything's
going smoothly.

Inshallah.

Well, let's take
good care of them.

It's the most effective weapon
we have against the Caliphate

if people see
we're compassionate.

In fact,
we may even have come out

a little ahead
this week, Siddiq.

Please know
that you're safe here.

We'll do everything we can
to make you comfortable

and process you as
quickly as possible.

(sighs)

I met with
Fauzi Nidal today.

You met with Fauzi?

And he's savvier than I thought.

What's the matter?

Are you going to leave me?

What are you talking...
When the election is over

and Fauzi's president.

Leila.

And I'm no one.

I've been in love
with you for five years.

I'm never leaving
you again.

*

(sighs)

(phone ringing)

Bassam?
(knocking on door)

Yes?
Salaam alaikum.

I'm looking for Daliyah.

I wanted to thank her
for dinner the other night.

Uh, she's not at home.

She was called to the palace.

Oh.

I keep thinking
I hear the kids.

Running down the hall,
playing a game, Molly...

telling them
to slow down.

I went to the bedroom
to try and get some sleep.

But it's so
still in there.

I just needed
someone to talk to.

It's okay.

*

You should get some sleep.

Yeah. You're right.

I'll make sure there's a car
waiting for you outside.

Yes.

Bassam...

Wait, wait, wait.

I need to make sure
there's no one outside.

Just wait here, okay?

(door opens, closes)

(door opens)

Come with me.

*

(gasps softly)

(both panting)

(both gasping, moaning)

(both panting)

*

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