All language subtitles for Tyrant (2014) - S03E07 - Bedfellows (1080p AMZN WEB-DL x265 Silence)_track3_[eng]

Previously on Tyrant...
COGSWELL:
There's been some chatter

about something bigger planned,
but we don't know where,

and we don't know when.

I'll kill them all if I have to.

I have authorized our security
forces to arrest

anyone who has collaborated

with terrorists.
I need to see Ihab.

Face-to-face.

You're finally waking up
to the truth.

I'm asking you to give me
a chance to win this election.

There will be no election.

Oh, but there will be a war.

MALOOF:
And when Al-Qadi comes home,
we'll be waiting.

BARRY: We'll find him
and we'll kill him, too.

Welcome home.
BARRY:
Your brother-in-law

was in contact

with Ihab to arrange the
meeting the very same day

that he plotted the massacre
at the Commission.

Go ahead, arrest me.

You're gonna be put on
trial for who you really are.

REPORTER: The government
of President Bassam Al Fayeed

has formally banned

Sheik Hussein Al-Qadi
from standing

in the presidential election.

This violence is
taking its toll

on Bassam's support.

I'm resigning my post
as Foreign Secretary.

MALOOF:
Professor Haitham El-Amin.

He's part of a new generation
of anti-government bloggers.

This guy's the most influential.

You're sleeping
with Professor El-Amin.

He's been writing blogs
about me being responsible

for the violence in Abuddin.

I'm in love for the first time

in 25 years.

Just so you know,

I'm not gonna go easy
on the administration.

You might come
under fire yourself.

Anything else?

Yes.

I'm going to win this election.

(crickets chirping)

(breathing deeply)

(groans)

Daliyah?

Don't worry, it won't stain.

Remember when
I got this shirt?

We went to that giant mall
in Orange County.

Mom got you that hoodie
you thought looked feminine.

Right, it was pink.

It was lavender.

Emma, honey,
you woke me up again.

I'm sorry.

Do you want me to sing you
a lullaby?

No, sweetheart,
I just need you to let me sleep.

Well,

is he dead yet?

Not yet.

Soon.

That's what you
said last time.

(inhales deeply)

I'm trying, sweetie.

Try harder.

(sobbing)

(whispering):
Bassam?

Bassam.

You're shaking.

(sighs)

(breathing heavily)

I'm so sorry I'm late,
but honestly,

you don't have
to wait up for me.

I'm going to meet
with Al-Qadi tomorrow.

What?

I know I might be playing
with fire, but...

In more ways than you think.

These were sent
to the campaign today.

Who sent them?

Someone who's trying
to embarrass you, obviously.

Why send them here?
Why not post them online?

Money.

He wants 50,000 U.S. dollars.

Which I will pay him
in order to shut this down.

But this has to stop.

Safiya said she'll
take care of it.

Maybe I better do that.

I don't think
that's smart.

I think we should
keep our distance.

My sister is very resourceful.

It will be safer that way.

Are we being stupid?

We have a lot to lose,
both of us.

Take off your clothes.

(both breathing heavily)

I want two things in my life.

I want to do my job...

and I want you.

I'm not afraid of taking risks.

Not being alive.

That's what I'm afraid of.

*

(both grunt)

(breathing shakily)

Are you all right?

(exhales)

(clears throat)

I can go.

No, no.

Stay.

(both moaning)

(Ihab moaning louder)

FAUZI:
If Sheik Al-Qadi
is guilty of a crime,

let him be charged with it.

But whether
he's worthy of office

is for the people
of Abuddin to decide

and not the sitting president.

Now, I may be the heir

to my friend,
Bassam's, revolution,

but I'm not his twin.

And on this we disagree.

And my administration
will reflect that.

Truth.

Reconciliation.

Those powerful words
ring hollow now.

(TV turns off)
He's winning.

He doesn't need
to say these things.

What?

He is allowed
to disagree with you.

Even in public.

You think he's right, don't you?

I didn't say that.

No, you didn't say it,
but you do.

I think he's right.

Did you two talk about this?

What?

No, you sound paranoid.

You know, I wish people
would stop saying that to me.

He loves you.

We both do.
We're both concerned.

Separately.

Are you?

Yes.

Neither one of you
has any idea

what it is like to do this job.
You're right.

To be the one charged
with keeping people safe.

When there's
no room for mistakes.
Of course.

Fauzi doesn't have a clue,
and neither do you.

I'm going to go.

I should go.

Wait, wait, wait.

I'm sorry.

Don't go.

I don't want to waste
our time together.

It's the one thing
I look forward to.

I look forward to it, too,
more than you even know.

But I'm not just
the woman you sleep with

in some anonymous room.

Take some time.

Think.

And try and sleep.

This is dangerous.

For both of us.

Yes, it is.

I'll start by saying thank you.

I appreciate your resignation.

Now, why am I here?

I want to know what really
happened

when you met
with Ihab bin Rashid.

It won't matter.
You won't believe me.

Try me.
(sighs)

I thought I could convince him

that we both want
the same thing for Abuddin.

I was wrong.

I assumed I could succeed
or die.

And I was prepared for both.

I was wrong about that, too.

I ended up being used.

The Caliphate has two enemies
inside Abuddin

that scare them:

Bassam...

and me.

One photograph
took care of both of us.

I'm outlawed,

and Bassam proved himself
the enemy of Islam.

You think I'm lying?

I think you're telling
the truth.

The offer you made Ihab,

I'm offering you the same thing.

A partnership, between us.
You?

I will be the president and
you will be my prime minister.

Impossible.
Nothing is impossible.

Bassam said you could not run,
and you won't be running,

I will.

N-not that.

We want different things, madam.

No, we want the same thing--
to win this election.

And, unfortunately, the
only way that will happen

is for us to reach
some kind of compromise.

Otherwise, Fauzi Nidal
is about to become

the President of Abuddin.

Some gulfs are too wide
to cross, I'm afraid.

Better?

We need to start somewhere.

MOHAMMED:
Our intelligence suggests

that with the help
of the American military,

their strength
is growing rapidly.

They are moving towards
a ground war with us.

This is precisely
the kind of mistake

we want Bassam to make.
Not if it comes too soon.

I worry that we won't be ready
for an onslaught

from an American-backed
Abuddinian Army.

TALAL:
Between the bombing by
the Russians and the Kurds

on the ground, we've lost more
than 1,000 soldiers.

IHAB:
I wouldn't worry.

When the holy war begins,

the true believers will flock.

The Americans will arrive
well before they do.

You need to have more faith.

And you need to watch
your place.
My place?

What place is that?

Enough.

Fighting among ourselves,
losing focus.

This doesn't
help our cause.

He's willing to kill us all
to avenge the death of a woman.

TALAL:
For Samira Nidal,

we turn back to Abuddin?

I want us back in Abuddin.

COGSWELL:
The Bradley Fighting
Vehicles arrived

from Europe this morning.

MALOOF:
You've added 3,700
ground soldiers

in the past month.

BARRY:
You just need to tell me

if we're ready or not.

We're ready,
Mr. President.

Very soon.

You don't agree, General?

MALOOF:
General Cogswell
does not take into account

the fervor
of the Abuddinian soldiers;

their willingness to die
for their country.

I'm a little old for macho
optimism, Mr. President.

Here's the truth.

This is going
to be a long war.

Every war is longer than
you think it's going to be.

You'll be strongest
on your first day,

and every day after that,
you'll get weaker

and they'll get stronger.

You're going to be
mired in Syria,

which is their
territory.

You think you know
fervor, General?

This is an
end-of-days cult.

You have no idea
what real fervor is.

Unless you overwhelm
them from the start,

you're gonna fight them
to a draw at best,

which means they win.

And you've got one chance
to get it right.

So until then, he does nothing?

Correct.

You're not ready to send in

troops and you can't
find me Ihab and the sheik.

Mr. President...
You two figure this out!

This election
is two months away.

I'm running out of time
as president.

*

Okay, I think I found it.
It's...

My parents still want me to
have an arranged marriage.

Like they did.

Oh, well then.

Oh, no.

No way.

Looking at them

is exactly why
I know I can't.

(quiet laugh)

I want to lose my
virginity to you.

(laughs)

What?

We have class in 20 minutes.

Well, not now.
I mean...

one day soon.

Walk me to class.

(indistinct chatter)

Now I'm embarrassed.

You shouldn't be.
It's sweet.

I'm a virgin, too.

(chuckles)
Wait, really?

What's that supposed to mean?

I don't know, you're
just so well-spoken

and Western and
progressive and...

Oh, shut up. Just because
I have a point of view

that doesn't mean I'm...

I'm an Arab woman
in an Arab world.

What kind of girl
do you think I am?

You don't believe me?

Come on, I believe you.

I've tried to learn
about it-- sex.

On my own
and mostly from porn.

Maybe you can show me?

We can watch one together.

Yeah, well, I'll
do some research.

Find a good one for us.

(both laugh)

Sorry.

Here.

(indistinct chatter)

HAITHAM: And that changed
the entire course

of the Middle East, right up
through the Arab Spring.

For your critiques,
I want you to take

one of the countries
of the Arab Spring

and write about
the election process.

And please...

don't go over three pages.

Economy, people.

Professor El-Amin?

I just wanted to ask you

what's going on
with your blog?

My blog?
Yeah.

I was working
on my last paper,

and I thought it
would be helpful.

And it was gone.

Um, I don't post every week.

No, I mean it's gone.

And with everything
going on right now

with the election,
it just seems

strange that you're
not blogging on it.

I have a six-month-old baby
who doesn't sleep.

Honestly, with,
uh, my research,

my family, that baby, I'm...

I'm completely blogged out.

Ah, really?

'Cause it kind of feels like
somebody's putting pressure

on you.

You're spying on me now?

How many people did you
have under surveillance

when you were first lady?

Why did you meet with him?

Is that against the law?

I could be, depending
on what you talked about.

He's telling the truth.

He thought he was
going to die.

That Ihab would kill him.

Instead they used him.

They used him?

What would he have
told you differently

if he were guilty?

Did it even

occur to you
that he might be using you?

My instincts say no.

(chuckles)
Your instincts.

That's a big chance
you're taking

with this country's future
based on a hunch.

So, all you wanted to do
was hear his story?

Tell me why you met with him!

Are you trying to scare me?
Is that what you're doing?

Shame on you.

People are allowed to have

private conversation
in this country.

Even your brother
believed that.

Get some rest.

You look terrible.

You wanted to see me?

Yes, come on.

(door closes)

I want you to get married.

I'm still in mourning, Sheik.

Enough time has passed.

Uh, not for me.

(sighs)
The council needs to know

that you have moved
beyond personal revenge.

Until they sense that,

you will never
have their trust.

You don't believe them, do you?

I am not marching
an army into Abuddin

to avenge Samira.

You and I,
we have a vision.

I think one doesn't
preclude the other.

Marry Madiyah.

You like her, no?

(scoffs)

No need to feel shame.

It's good.

Yeah?

(short laugh)

Now, I may be the heir to my
friend Bassam's revolution...

(knocking)

We have a break.

We've been tracking
Hanif Kattan,

a student at the university who
was brought in a few weeks ago.

Very outspoken since
your daughter's kidnapping.

He's been in touch

with his sister
Madiyah Kattan,

who recently left Asima to join
the Caliphate in Syria.

Yesterday, they talked
on the phone for a while.

Apparently, Madiyah's
getting married...

to Ihab bin Rashid.

We tracked her phone.

The exact time and location
of that ceremony is imminent.

Finally.

(indistinct chatter)

Hey!

Hey.

WOMAN:
Honey?

Um, Sammy,
this is my wife Akilah.

Ah, nice to meet you.

Same here.

They met me for lunch.

Oh.

She slept all the way
through, hmm?

She's beautiful.

Um, so class
was canceled?

Yes, um, I'll be out of town.

We're going to Dubai.

Dubai?
Mm-hmm.

Why?

Haitham's interviewing
for a job.

Akilah...

AKILAH:
Don't be modest.

He's up for a full professorship
at the university there.

That's wonderful.

(chuckles)
When would it start?

If he gets it,
in two months.

Akilah.

Crazy.

So fast.

Let's not celebrate yet, hmm?

Well, uh...

break a leg.

Thank you.
Yes.

Thank you, Sammy.

Professor.

Where were we when
the prayer spaces were closed?

Nowhere.

We said nothing.

Where were we
when Sheik Al-Qadi was barred

from the election?
Nowhere.

Again, we said nothing.

What student union wouldn't
speak out against that?

Even in America.

30% of us are Islamists,

but we have no voice here.

Halima Nair's

been hypnotized
by her American-style crush

on our American-style president.

This isn't your meeting, Hanif!

I'm exercising
my right to speak.

We start
in five minutes.

You can wait your turn.

Turn?

You don't let
anyone talk anymore

unless they agree with you.

Just like your hero.

Fine, you want a gripe session?
I'll put you on the agenda.

You can say whatever you want.
I'm sure you have a whole list.

How about the fact you're an
informant for the government?

Turning people into
the police without evidence.

I said you'll have your turn.

We're onto you.

The 30% of us you want
to pretend don't exist.

Just because you choose to live
a certain lifestyle.

Lifestyle--
what's that supposed to mean?

Look at you.

How you dress.

How you parade your body

around men.

Around your boyfriend.

I saw the two of you together.

I saw her with him
yesterday afternoon.

I don't know what you're
talking about.

Throwing yourself at him!

In the square!
In public!

That's not true!

Besides, we're here
to discuss political issues.

MAN:
Whore!

Whore!

MAN: Whore!
WOMAN 2: Whore!

(crowd murmuring)
WOMAN 3: Whore! Whore! Whore!

You have the most
to gain from this deal.

My support
makes you president.

What do I get?
What do you want?

First off,

half the ministerial positions.

You can't afford to walk away
from this any more than I can.

There are
20 ministerial positions.

You can appoint five.

What else?

A two-track legal system.

Agreed.

Observant Muslim
may choose

to bring their family dispute
into Sharia court.

No, no choose.

In family disputes,
there should be

no other option
but the Sharia law.

In criminal cases, we can
have the civil law apply.

Leila Al Fayeed!

Will you hear me out,
Nafisa?

No one will listen to you.
(slamming dishes)

You think Bassam hates you?

Wait until your followers
hear you say that name.

You will be
the first man in history

to convince everyone
on every side

that you've
betrayed them all

simultaneously.

SAFIYA:
He's a Muslim cleric

and a traitor-- what exactly
are his good qualities?

What does Kipfer say?

He says I'm going to lose
the election to Fauzi Nidal,

so I sent him home.

This is Abuddinian
politics now.

You have gone completely mad.

No, I have not.

I found clarity.

This is right, Safiya.

It's revolutionary,
that's why it scares you.

But I'm telling you,
this is the answer.

Trust me.

A coalition...

...that will unite
the people of Abuddin.

Work with the Al Fayeeds?!

She's not an Al Fayeed.
She married one.

I think we can trust her.

At least we have to try.

Or else we get nothing.

LEILA:
I believe the sheik

is a man of peace.

And we need to learn
to trust one another

before it's too late.

Unlikely bedfellows, yes,

but therein lies our beauty.

This small step is the way
to avoid calamity

so that tomorrow we can
fight back for the true,

fully Islamic state
we ultimately want.

In the meantime, there will be
Sharia law in this country

for the first time
for more than 25 years.

Either this or Fauzi Nidal.

Nationalized industries.

Redistribution of wealth.

Some of you look scared.

Well, you should be.

That is a scary thought.

But there is

an alternative to that fear.

This coalition.

And with your support,

this election is ours
for the taking.

(man singing loudly
in Arabic)

(other men join in singing)

(man singing)

(other men singing)

(man singing)

(other men singing)

(men whooping)

(man singing)

(other men singing)

(man singing)

(other men singing)

Let's sign this paper
and make you a married man.

What's wrong?
(pen clicks)

Pen's dry.

(men laughing)

Wait right there, hmm.

(explosion)

(distorted sounds
of men screaming)

(high-pitching ringing)

(distorted screaming)

(high-pitching ringing)

(indistinct, muffled shouting)

(muffled shouting continues)

(shouting):
Sheik!

(shouting)
Sheik!

(people screaming)

Sheik! Sheik!

I will see you in paradise,
my brother, hmm?

What if...

what if we're wrong?

What if...

if it's not true?

Shh.

Of course it's true.

Of course it is.

You are lucky.

You are blessed.

Paradise awaits you.

(men continue shouting)

He's dead?

Yes.

But not Ihab?

I don't think so, no.

They're preparing
to bury the sheik.

If Ihab were dead,
we'd know it.

I need Ihab.

Mr. President, this is a win.

You need to know that.

All right.

I don't understand
why you're doing this.

Shut the door.

Are you running away?

Is that what you're doing?

HAITHAM:
That's right.

I can't stay here anymore.

It's too dangerous.

You have no idea
what I'm talking about, huh?

Because you've
only been in Abuddin

for your father's honeymoon.

Well, the honeymoon is over.

I-I don't know what that means.

That means this country
is about to remember

its worst self again.

It's when people
like me would...

They come for us in the middle

of the night and we disappear.

That's not gonna happen.
I know my father.

Have you not been
No, no, no.

listening to him?!
You knew...

you knew him
before he sat in that chair.

The office changes everything.

I let my guard down with you.

I'm not going to do that again.

Fine, leave.

I'm not gonna make you stay,
but-but the Emirates?!

Why don't you go to a place

where you can be who you are?

Who I am? Hey!

Who am I? Hmm?

You're a gay man.

(door slams shut)

You don't know me at all.

I know you slept with me.

As if that defines who I am.

I'm not homosexual, Sammy.

I may sleep with men
once in a while,

but don't you dare assume
that makes me something I'm not.

That is...

(chuckles)

That is so American of you
to think that way.

I'm not like you...

or your, um...
your other friends.

I thought you
understood that.

I thought that
was what drew you to me.

Now if you'll excuse me,
I have papers to grade, huh.

So, if you need a minute to
collect yourself I understand,

(snaps fingers)
otherwise, please go.

And stop crying.

You know if
I'd been there,

I would have punched
his lights out.

Hey.

(whispering):
Hey. Huh?

What are you doing?

I'm just trying to kiss you.

Now?

He just...

they just called me a whore.

But you're not
a whore.

Just because those assholes
are stuck somewhere

in the middle ages, what,

I'm not allowed
to kiss you?

What? Huh?

Does this change
something?

How does this change
anything between us?

I can't...

win every fight at once.

What does that
even mean?

I don't... I...

I can't give him
an argument.

"That slut... she wants women
to be treated the same as men.

"That slut wants democracy.

Western values."

What are Western values?

Sex.

Depravity.

That's crazy.

You know, that's...

that is giving him
all the power.

I'm a woman!
He has all the power!

Yeah, but he's-he's lying,
anyway.

He's calling you a whore
whether you are one or not.

So what?

Just have sex,
no one will know.

I will know.

Unbelievable.

I love you and I want
to make love to you.

Me, too.

Me, too...

...but it can wait.

Those other things that I want
can't wait until I'm married.

Hey.

Hey.

No.

Don't leave me because of this.

I need you.

COGSWELL:
Remember me?

The guy you were
taking pictures of.

Where's the computer?

What pictures?

Do I have to ask you twice?

Y-you've got it all wrong.

You think you can do this to me,

when I've spent 30 years
building a reputation?

You think you can
do this to her?

Where's the computer?

I don't know what you mean.

Bullshit!

Pictures live
forever today.

Now give me the computer.

Let's go!

Open it.

(whispering):
Shit.

Shit.

The-the battery's dead.

What is this,
some kind of a joke?

Uh, I-I can't.

I-I can't.

Do you think
I'm an idiot?

Where were you?

Been here for an hour.

You didn't answer
your phone.

Wine?

You look like you
could use some.

It's Quintarelli.

Yeah, well, it's all
grape juice to me.

You missed your window.

I have to go.

Watch your television tonight.

Why? What have you
got up your sleeve?

You advise the government.

You know I can't talk
to you about that.

(sighs)

I'm Nafisa Al-Qadi.

Pleasure to meet you.

This is my sister, Safiya.

You and I should, uh,
spend some time together.

Get to know each other.

You're supposed to say,
"That will be nice."

I prefer honest to polite.

I believe you're using

my husband.

We're using each other.

Given the history
of my people and yours,

it's not as neat
as you make it sound.

History's about to change,

but I appreciate a woman
who supports her husband.

Like you did, Mrs. Al Fayeed?

It's time, madam.

(quietly):
Thank you.

For generations

the secular and the religious

have lived separate existences
in our country.

Today we know

that is no longer possible...

if our nation is going
to have a real future.

And so, today,

I stand here,

proud...

to announce a coalition

that will finally unite

all of our people.

A coalition of harmony.

A coalition for peace.

BARRY:
I don't know what it is
you think you're doing.

Please, you're
just upset

your guy isn't
going to win.

I banned that man
from office,

and you defied me.

I'm not having this
conversation with you again.

Is it just that
you need to hurt me?

Is that it?

You still hate me that much?

You can't really think that.

Tell me how else
I should interpret it.

I never want to hurt you.

Never.
Bullshit.

You're lying.

You're always lying.

I'm not.
I'm not lying.

I'm not trying
to betray you.

I'm not your enemy.

I just disagree with you.

Not everyone who disagrees
with you is a traitor.

He embraced
my daughter's murderer,

and you made him a partner.

(short laugh)

Get out.

I never want
to see your face again.

Get out.

No, you can't do that.

You may be angry,
but you can't walk away from me.

We're connected, you and I.

(scoffs)
That was a long time ago.

Not that.
And Jamal is dead.

Not that, either.

What the hell are you
talking about?

Our child.

Our son.

Don't tell me you
never suspected.

The weekend before
my wedding.

Don't tell me
you don't remember.

I held onto it
for so many years.

I wanted to tell
you desperately.

When you came back
for Ahmed's wedding.

I wanted to tell you
it was your son

who was about to exchange vows.

But for Ahmed's sake,

I had to protect him
from your brother.

So there was
no way I could.

You would've
done the same.

We may disagree,

we may never see eye to eye
politically ever again,

but we're connected.

It's all legacy.

A legacy of love.

Mine, at least.

(bangs on door)
Open the door.

(sighs)

Apparently,
there's polling

that comes out later
today that was done

after our announcement
last night.

We'll see where we are.

What's wrong?

The kid who took

those pictures of you?

He was found dead.

Police said
robbery gone wrong...

but that isn't really
what happened, is it?

What are you suggesting?

You tell me.

I had nothing to do with it.

I don't even know
who that kid was.

Your general then.

Did you tell him
about the pictures?

Of course I did.

So, it was him.

I have no idea.

Of course it was.

If it was him...

it was to protect me...

you... us.

(slams down cup)
Stop looking at me that way.

Some people get
what they deserve.

He didn't deserve it.

He wasn't a blackmailer.

What are you talking about?

I paid him to take
those pictures.

I don't understand.

He was just a kid
who worked for me.

I gave him a few hundred bucks
just to scare

some sense into you.

Well, that was stupid,
wasn't it?

Who are you people?

"You people"?

Isn't there any limit

to what you'll do
to get what you want?

No, this was your doing...

not mine,

not William's.

He killed someone for no reason.

Even if he was
a blackmailer,

I had paid him off.

You need to pull
yourself together.

Everything is about
to change for us,

for all of us.

I'm not going to put that
at risk because of some

mistake you made.

This stays between us.

Between us.

Or what? He kills me, too?

You need to pull
yourself together!

Right.

COGSWELL:
It was an accident.

I did what I had to do...

to protect us, to protect you.

I'm not used to being
taken care of that way.

You make me feel safe.

(chuckles)

Well, you are many things,
Leila Al Fayeed,

but safe is not one of them.

Are you near a TV?

(children laughing nearby)

Nafisa, where's
the remote?

Nafisa!

I'm in the refrigerator.

Find it yourself.

NEWSWOMAN:
The latest polls in the race

for president of Abuddin
signified a major change today

in the political landscape.
You'll never catch me.

I will, I will.

Quiet!
Just one day after

her announcement of a coalition

with the Freedom Party

of Sheik Al-Qadi,

Leila Al Fayeed has pulled ahead

of Fauzi Nidal,

with 51% to 45%

and 4% yet to be decided.

Did you hear that?

Did you hear that?

What are you talking about?

It looks like your father

is going to be prime minister
of Abuddin.

You see what you've done?!

You've joined
our enemies together.

Fauzi.
Tell him!

What are you doing here, anyway?

I was delivering
a Commission report.

Is that a problem?
This is a disaster, Bassam.

It's a disaster!

It won't stick, Fauzi.

What are the chances of them

holding a coalition
like this together?

For two months
until the election?

Pretty good, I'd say.

And if she gets to be president,

you've amputated
your own revolution.

Fauzi, it's just one poll.

They probably got a bounce
off the announcement.

Look, let's not panic.

All right?
There's still a long way to go.

You just couldn't leave

well enough alone, could you?

You had to ban Al-Qadi.

You are no different
from your brother.

Unless you have something else
to say, we're busy here.

Don't say it.

You need someone on your side.

I'll be on your side.

God has sent me a message.

In some sense
I always knew,

but I let myself...
be convinced.

That was my mistake.

My path is revenge.

Nothing else.

I understand.

IHAB:
What is going on

in Abuddin makes it even
more important for us

to put the pressure on.

This American

is not going to be
president forever,

and before he
steps aside,

we need to encourage him to make
a war he's going to regret.

Your plan for Al-Qadi

backfired.

Instead of making the American
more powerful,

it created an alliance
against him.

Now you want us to rush into war

because you see your window
of opportunity closing?

The sheik chose Ihab,

loud and clear.

If he were alive,

I know what side
he'd be on.

We all do.

I stand with the sheik.

The sheik's dead!
Look at the facts.

It's our decision now.

Who's with me?

(exhales)

Now, where were we?

MALOOF:
But we will not be deterred.

We will continue this fight,

even into their own territory
until we eliminate this threat

to our way of life.

(turns off TV)

Have you seen the latest polls?

Yeah, I've seen them.

It makes things complicated,
the polls.

The army's

not inclined to support anyone,

just because they happen
to win the election.

Really?

Well... I don't think
you're quite

getting the hang of democracy,
General.

(scoffs)

You may be right.

A military coup?

The army was never going

to allow Leila Al Fayeed

to succeed her husband.

Just so you know.

Yeah.

Well, let me tell
you what happens

when you decide to exercise
veto power

over the will
of the people:

the American military goes home,

and with it all
of its equipment,

all of its spare parts

and all of its intelligence
capabilities.

So, then what kind of army
would you have in six months?

Oh, I'm shocked, General.

I thought we were allies.

Oh, please.

(knocking on door)

Yes?

I-I'm sorry.
It's-it's too late, we'll...

It's okay.

I was just...

I wanted to see how you are.

I saw the polls.

I realize my mother's
made things...

I know.

What?

I know.

She told me.

I'm happy about it.

I hope you are.

I'm trying to process it.

What it means.

How much I've missed.

How to tell everyone else
in my life.

Right.

I know.

And if it's too much,
too late, I...

No.

You're my son.

(knocking on door)

Mr. President?

A video...

from Ihab bin Rashid.

The President of Abuddin and his
American bombs have murdered

Sheik Abdullah, leaving me
the leader of the Caliphate.

For the first time
since Bassam Al Fayeed and I

opposed each other,
we both have an army.

In the name of the Prophet,
Bassam,

let's finish this
once and for all.

I'm going to war...

...to avenge your death.

You need to go
now, honey.

I need to sleep.

Let me sleep.

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