All language subtitles for Tyrant (2014) - S03E10 - Two Graves (1080p AMZN WEB-DL x265 Silence)_track3_[eng]

LEILA:
Previously on Tyrant...

The Al Fayeed dynasty must end.

BARRY: I don't want a hair
touched on his head,

but this can't be allowed
to continue.

Arrest him.

Fauzi Nidal is missing.

I'll take Ghani and I'll go.

and then when things
are better,

we'll find each other again.

Do you need me
to be brave?
I really do.

You need to kill your husband.

(crying):
You can't ask me to do that.

WAFIQ:
Either I die for a reason,
or I die in vain.

NAFISA: Wait.
What?

It tastes bad.

I'm asking you to support
free elections.

By abandoning
Bassam Al Fayeed.

By abandoning your
support of his war.

Well, what was
your recommendation?

That we maintain our support
for the current president.

If any of our troops

get killed by soldiers
we trained,

the blowback will be
immeasurable.

Withdraw, General.

Understood.

The President orders you
to surrender.

It is time to stand down.

Go home, General.

What the hell are you doing?

Bassam and I,

we hold each other's hearts.

Daliyah,
what are you doing here?

Your wife
summoned me.
Why?

What are you waiting for?

Are you gonna choose your whore

or your own daughter?

You're under arrest.

Take this woman
into custody.

DALIYAH:
I'm going on a hunger strike.

You can change your course.

Or you can watch me die.

(man singing in Arabic)

We're 72 hours
from going to war...

With the strongest army
Abuddin has ever had.

Thanks to
General Cogswell.

Ironically, yes.

Might as well, right?

Can't take it with you.

Not post 9/11 anyway.

(bottle stopper pops)

So...
(pours liquor in glasses)

They shipping me back?
Today.

I'm still in negotiations

to avoid a court martial.

I told them I hadn't conveyed

the orders clearly enough.

(chuckles)

I can imagine they were dubious.

Not turning

on your allies sort of
goes without saying.

Why'd you do it, Bill?

A 30-year career.

Out of love?

Not just that.

This place wears you down.

Failure wears you down.

After a while,
you just want to say,"Fuck it,"

and do what you think is right.

Oh, boy, you really were done,
weren't you?

(chuckles)
Yeah.

Yeah.

What move do we have left?

I think maybe we
need to be bolder.

Mobilize the people
around the truth

that I'm the legitimate
President of Abuddin.

Even before he left,

I was pulling ahead
of Fauzi Nidal.

That is a hollow victory now.

Not necessarily.

Not if we use that fact
to establish

a government-in-exile
inside Ma'an.

Not the opposition anymore,

but the true government.

We call in the question.

It could trigger a very
aggressive response.

I know you're trying
to protect me.

Both of you.

But if the sheik stands with me

it's a risk I'm
willing to take.

This is my home.

I'm not going anywhere.

My fighters will stay.

Good.

Tomorrow we'll announce
the formation of our government.

You're gonna have to speak up,
it's a little noisy in here.

LEILA:
How long before they take you?

By the looks of things,
ten minutes.

This is the second time
you've left this place

because of me.

Given up everything for me.

Yeah, well,
I'm not a big talker.

It's...

how I express love.

What's going to happen to you?

COGSWELL:
Court martial, I imagine.

No, they can't.

I'll talk to someone.

Leila, listen to me.

We can't help each other
anymore.

You need to speak to Exley.

Get the State Department
to grant you asylum.

You need to get out.

I could be with you.

Except I can't.

I can't have made you
sacrifice for a lost cause.

A good cause is a good
cause, lost or not.

You need to hang up,
General.

It's time to go.

I have to go.

Okay.

You've come back once before.

You'll come back again.

General.

I have to go.

(crying)

What are you doing?
Remembering.

The children are
barely asleep.

Good for them.

I'm just waking up.

(moans)

God has made me
so lucky.

Is it very painful?

You sound a bit sadistic,

just so you know.

Not at all.

I don't want you to suffer.

You put me here.

That was Barry's doing,
not mine.

I made it easier for him,

but it was his decision,
first and last.

Has he come to see you again?

He won't. He's done with you.

(Molly sighs)

I think he loved you

more than he ever loved me.

(sighs)

What a thing to have to say
to another woman.

He doesn't understand how
you could have abandoned him.

I think you've
destroyed him.

You know what the most
terrible thing is?

There was no reason.

The election timeline
was always arbitrary.

He could have set it
for 12 months away

instead of six.

Your child is alive.

Mine is dead.

She would've
been 19 in two days.

After waiting all this
time for a democracy,

what harm could it do

to wait a few more months
till the men who murdered her

are punished?

You know.

You know exactly
what harm it does.

Otherwise, I wouldn't be
in this prison

for disagreeing with you.

(shuddering sigh)

(creaking)

Hussein?

What is it?

Please...
(Nafisa yells)

Please don't hurt my children.

Ihab only sent us to finish
what you couldn't.

(gasps)

*

Exley just called.

Al-Qadi's dead.

What? How?

So this is news to you?

Well, of course.

Don't you think I would have
come to you the moment I fo...

Wait, you think I'm responsible.

Is it so improbable?

I would never do
anything so consequential

without your approval.

Okay.

But Leila will find a way
to use this against us.

Maybe, but this could also
be a lucky bounce for us.

Leila Al Fayeed is hardly
the face of an Islamist Party.

Have the children eaten?

Latif?

The children need
to eat something.

I worry about Kamilah.

She won't eat.

She saw blood.
Her uncle's blood...

I shouldn't have
brought them here.

Things are the same everywhere.

Governments killing
their own people.

My brother,
who's the only person

who could have changed things.

And now he's gone.

And his coalition's
gone.

It's just over.
(thudding)

Let me help you.

I'm sorry.

Politics can wait.

You're in mourning now.

That's all
that matters.

MOLLY:
It's bad now, but her hunger
pangs should disappear

in the next day
or two.

She'll actually feel better
just as her body starts

to break down.
That's the ironic thing.

Why are you telling me this?

Never mind. Forget it.

Why did you go there?
What did you say to her?

I told her she hurt you.
That she was wrong.

I thought you might thank me
for that.

For saving you the pain
of seeing her again.

An Amnesty representative
showed up as I was leaving

to check on our treatment
of political prisoners.

I was asked to excuse myself.

I'm sure she said things to him.

She's dangerous.

Outside of prison or in.

If anything happens to her...

What's that supposed to mean?
If she ends up

dead in her cell one morning,
like Nusrat, unexplained...

Is that really what you think
of me?

I don't know.

I don't know
what our limits are anymore.

My limits? Jesus.

What kind of monster's inside
of you

that makes you see monsters
in other people?

Nothing happens to that woman.

Understood?

If anyone killed her,
it was you.

When you gave her that job.

SAFIYA:
My sister is stubborn.

She won't listen to reason.
DRIVER:
Madam...

Of course I worry for her.

I worry for all of us.

I'm sorry to interrupt...
Hold on, darling.

Can't you see
I'm talking to my husband?

Madam,
the police are behind us.

(siren chirps)

I need to call you back.

I may have a problem
with the police.

LEILA:
What is he charging her with?

AZIZ: I'm trying
to find out,

but I have very few people left
inside the Palace.

General Maloof has purged most
of my sources.
If I'm the one

he's trying to stop,
why not come for me?

You can probably answer that
better than I can.

I'm sure
this is just harassment.

The Palace is issuing
a statement about Al-Qadi.

Denying responsibility.

President Al Fayeed acknowledges
the sheik's opposition

to his rule, but he
also recognizes his commitment

to the people of Abuddin.

That the Caliphate
would assassinate him

is a measure of their fear.

It underscores the importance

of the president's efforts
to destroy

this evil
before it infects Abuddin...

He's exploiting this.
The sheik's supporters

won't listen to Bassam.
Not anymore.

Maybe not all of them.
And maybe not right now.

But without...

without Al-Qadi,

it's only a matter of time
before our coalition

falls apart.

There are only so many blows
you can take before you're done.

I think I'm done.

(door opens)

You knew I'd come, didn't you?

Of course I did.

I don't want you to suffer.

Where did you get that?

What does it matter?

You want to kill me?

You can kill me.

I wouldn't mind dying right now.

What are you doing?

(grunts)

Daliyah.

No, no, no,

no, no, no!

You killed me.

You killed me.

You killed me.

(panting)

(birds chirping)

I've been looking
for you.

It's nice out here.

Yeah. Yeah, it's perfect.

(sighs)

You know what today is?
Or... would have been?

Of course I do.

So, I thought
it might be nice

if we all had a-a dinner

in her memory...
Mom.

What? You haven't sat down
to eat with us

in over a week. Sammy,

this isn't
about politics.

We're still a family.

What good will it do?

To wallow in it.

I'm asking you to come.

We only have each other now,
and...

I'd like you to come.

(Daliyah gasping)

Stop! Stop!

DOCTOR: There are fewer
health risks for the patient

if we begin feedings
early in the hunger strike.
Wait, stop! (coughing)

(choking, gasping)

Is this necessary?
DALIYAH:
Bassam!

DOCTOR: It's safer than
through the mouth.
You're hurting me!

This is more
about fear than pain.

I promise.
Bassam!

(choking, coughing continues)

Stop. Stop! No!

Stop. Please stop.

You're hurting me.
You're hurting me, Bassam.

Listen to me.
Listen to me.

If you stop resisting,
it won't hurt as much.

(gasping)

Look at me.

This is for Ghani.

(gasping, snorting)

No, no, no, stop!

Stop!

We can stop if you want.

(coughing)

Please!

No.

Bassam!

(crying):
Bassam, no!

Please, Bassam! Bassam!

Bassam. Bassam.
Please, Bassam, stop!

Stop, Bassam!

I know you and I have been
mistrustful of each other.

I'd like to put that
behind us, if we can.

I wish I could tell you
I'm going to carry on his work

without him.

I don't think I can.

The government
understood that...

Government wasn't the one
who killed him.

It was the Caliphate.

They want war.

He wanted peace.

The Caliphate?

I looked into the eyes
of the man who shot him.

There was nothing there.

It's very dangerous
for you to be here.

I should have come sooner.

I was afraid.

I went to his grave

and I asked him
what he wanted me to do.

Do you know what he said?

Nothing.

He's dead.

It's up to me now.

My husband is gone.

The Caliphate that killed him

thinks that all the things
he stood for are gone, too.

But they don't have
the power to make that happen.

Only we do.

If we turn our backs
on what he taught us,

that Islam is peace.

Islam is peace.

Say it with me.

Islam is peace.

CROWD (scattered):
Islam is peace.

The secularists

and the religious,
say it together.

Islam is Peace.

CROWD:
Islam is Peace.

I am not my husband.

I share neither his gender

nor his goodness.

I cannot lead his flock.

But I can stand here
with Leila Haddad,

and I can carry on
his message.

CROWD:
Islam is Peace.

Abuddin is peace.

If we make it that way.

If we don't turn
our backs on each other.

In my husband's name,

say it with me.

Islam is Peace.

CROWD:
Islam is Peace.

You're not used to this,
are you?

Being held
against your will,

not knowing when it will end.

If it will end.

Have you given any more thought
to what we discussed?

Yes.
And?

My answer's still the same.

I'm only giving you
the chance to help, you know.

Encouraging her is merely
to prolong the inevitable.

But you already know that,
don't you?

You've tried explaining
to your sister,

but she won't listen.

So you've been spying on me?

I don't need to spy.

I already know how stubborn
your sister is.

And how pragmatic you are.

It's good to be well understood.

Sooner or later,
your sister will lose.

Nothing you can do
will change that.

What you can do is to help me
minimize collateral damage.

Betrayal is betrayal.

The answer is no.

If you won't cooperate
for your sister's sake,

do it for your children's.

Zaara and Bilal,
and the little one, Aisha.

Ask yourself what happens when
your husband's shipping concerns

are audited.

When he's convicted
for tax evasion, fraud.

Treason?

And when
an investigation reveals

that you were complicit.

Children are so vulnerable

when both parents are gone.

(crickets trilling)

*

You'll always be loved.

Tell me you know that.

Ghani?

What about the year
you visited us in California,

and we went to Disneyland
for her birthday?

What year was that?
Uh, ten, 11.

11 years ago today.

We took so many pictures.

Jamal insisted on that

huge Mickey cake.
(chuckles)

Remember that picture of
her with all the candles

and the ears?
Yeah!
(laughs)

That was the single
best day of my childhood.

(quiet laugh)

Oh.

Thank you.

What is that?

I asked for one candle.

Trick kind;
the kind that doesn't blow out.

Why are you doing this?

BARRY:
Sammy.

It's painful to remember,
but we have to remember.

Yes, you can remember. You...

you just don't have to die
with her every day.

Emma wouldn't have

wanted any of this.

None of the things
you're doing in her name.

Don't you say that.

She was sweet.

And loving and forgiving.

Maybe you've forgotten that.
How dare you!

Sammy, stop.
You're right.

There's no point.

You're all beyond reason now.

Oh, and, um,

if anything should
ever happen to me,

just bury me and move on.

That's what I want.

Thank God you're all right.

If General Maloof even
laid a finger on you,

so help me God.

I'm fine, Leila, really.

He was just using me
to get to you.

I put you at risk.
I know that.

I put everyone at risk.

After they arrested you,
I thought...

I thought of giving up, truly.

And?

I can't, Safiya.

I can't now.

I need you to say
you understand.

Even if it goes wrong,
even if we fail.

We're here, madam.

Safiya?

Tell me what your plan is.

I'll tell you when I see you.

But I need to know
that you're still on my side.

Of course I am on your side.

I'm always on your side.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Thank you for meeting us.

It's good to see you again,
Siddiq.

Madam.

I believe last time we met
you threw blood at me.

It's okay.

I deserved it.

And now you're
asking for my help?

You and I want
a democratic Abuddin.

I know I'm not perfect.

But I am the closest thing there
is to the people's choice.

Go on.

I'm going to announce myself as
the true president of Abuddin.

I could say that
in Ma'an.

But to say it in Asima

at your sit-in,

within sight of the Palace,
within earshot,

so Bassam can hear me
take the oath.

Why would he ever
allow that to happen?

Such a direct insult?

He'll have you arrested first
or killed.

He won't know.

And by the time he finds out,

it will be done.

And I'll be gone.

And it will be
too late.

Is there something
you need?

Yes.

Can it wait
until morning?

It's, uh, been a difficult day.

I still have dozens
of deployment orders

left to sign.

We go to war in 36 hours.

I know.

I know how much that cost you.

Barry...

I need...

I need to feel life again.

I need to feel some beginnings
instead of just endings.

I don't know what that--

I want a baby.

I want you to give me a baby.

Oh, no, God, Molly...

I want you to.

I'm asking you to.

(sighs)

Molly...

...we don't love each other.

And we haven't even touched
each other for months.

I'm not asking you to love me.

I'm asking you to provide me
with a child.

It's a physical act,
that's all.

There is no way--

You owe me this.

No, don't do that.

You could've let me die.

You should've let me die,
but you chose me.

Yes.

I did.

And I'm sorry.

But that's done.

And we cannot replace her.

Never.

But if I have
to live without her

and without you,

I need another reason.

Give me a child.

Molly.

I am your wife still.

And I have stayed here with you

by your side
for the sake of your dream--

this dream-- even though
it's cost me everything.

I want a child, Barry.

(soft grunting)

(indistinct chatter)

Big turnout.

We're expecting
10,000 people by sundown.

Leila Al Fayeed--
she's really coming?

You're an optimist.

Trusting an Al Fayeed like that.

I'm trusting you.

(short laugh)

Just keep it quiet.

I want to be up
on that platform with her.

Fine, it doesn't matter
who's on the platform.

It matters to those of us
who have never been asked.

I said it's fine.

Right here
under my nose?

President in exile?

She wouldn't dare.

I have a reliable source.

Maloof.

Her sister, Safiya.

I helped her

to understand that helping us is
in Leila's best self-interest.

And her own.

You helped her to understand?

When Leila arrives,

there will be
nobody left to hear her.

I dispatching a battalion

to University Square,
which I will command personally.

Unless, of course,
you disagree.

(indistinct chatter)

(knocking)

Who's there?

HANIF:
It's me.

So...

is it true she's coming?

Yes.

And when she lands,

word will get back
to the palace,

which means Maloof's soldiers
won't be far behind.

(indistinct chatter)

SAMMY:
You haven't called me back

in two days,
so what's going on?

Why, why the silent treatment?

There's no s--

S-Sammy, I have to go.

You should go, too.
Look, look, look!

You're either hiding
something from me

or you're punishing me
because of my father.

Is that it?

Look, Halima, you and I,
you and I want the same thing.

If I tell you,

you have to promise
not to say a word to anyone.

What's going on?

These are good changes, Aziz.

It was an excellent
speech already.

You made it better.

Thank you...

Madam President.

That sounds so strange.

Not to me.

The chopper is here.

Are you ready?

Yes.

You've been
so quiet, Safiya.

Is anything wrong?

No, it's just...

this is a very big day,
that's all.

Let's go.

(indistinct chatter)

Hey, guys.

This is Sammy Al Fayeed.

Don't worry.
He's with us.

Okay, I think
we're minutes away.

You guys ready?
MAN:
Ready.

Uh, what's the time?

Okay, we can clear out
the square, okay.

Go to the edges!

Come on, come on.

Go to the edges!
Go to the edges!

(indistinct chatter)

Go! Go! Go!

(heavy engines humming)

(men shouting)

Shit.

Oh, shit.

I told you.

All non-military personnel must
clear this area immediately.

You ordered to evacuate

through the secure corridor

the south side of the Square.

Okay, you need to
get out of here.
No, no, no way. I'm with you.

MALOOF: This curfew has been
ordered by President Al Fayeed

under an emergency national
security mandate

and will be enforced
ten minutes from now.

(protestors chanting
indistinctly)

(chanting continues
in the distance)

They moved in.

Hundreds of them.
Government troops.

You can go out the back exit
of the building.

Get home without going
through the Square.

Hey, hey.

You know where it is?

Around the corner?
Yes, but...

what about you?

I'll be home soon.
"Soon?"

I don't...

What can you do here, huh?

This is not your responsibility.

They're my kids.
All of them.

Haitham!

We're leaving in three weeks.

Leaving this place forever.

Let it go.

It's still our country.

I can't just watch it
be destroyed.

It's my home.

(chanting continues)

If they don't evacuate, I assume
you'll use rubber bullets,

water canons,

that sort of thing?

They're just students, General.

What will you do?

Whatever it takes
to clear the Square

before your mother arrives.

This isn't good.

We should call it off.
No, not yet, wait.

If anyone gets hurt,
it's my fault.
When is Leila coming?

She should be here now.
Give it a few minutes.

Once she lands,
they won't do anything.

There's no way they'll
turn her into a martyr.

No.

SAMMY:
Halima, where you...

Where you going?
Hanif!

Hanif.

Hanif.

Hanif.
Hanif!

What are you doing?

It's too late
to reason with them.

I'm sorry.
No!

(grunts)
Excuse me, excuse me.

SAMMY:
Halima!

What the hell is going on?

It's Hanif, we have to stop him.

Halima!

(gunfire, people screaming)

Halima...

(grunts)

(man cries out)

(gunfire and screaming
continues)

(helicopter whirring
in distance)

(through radio): We can't land
in the middle of that.

This was meant for me.
To stop me.

That's not possible.

No one knew
you were coming.

Get us out of here.

(gunfire, screaming continues)

Halima!

Hey.
Come on.

No, no, no,
I have to find Sammy.

Halima, we can't stay here.

Aaliyah,
we have to go.

Halima...

NABIL:
Come on.

I'll take care of you, okay?

I'll take care of you.

Put pressure on the wound.

Nabil, Listen to me!

Put pressure on the wound.
Okay.

Tell my parents...

Keep the pressure on the
wound to stop the bleeding.

I'm trying.

SAMMY:
Halima!
Sammy.

They're moving in.
Sammy!

Halima!
Oh, Aaliyah.

She's dead.
She's dead.

We have to go.
Come on.

Let's go.
Halima, come on.

SAMMY: Keep your head down.
Keep your head down!

(gunfire, people screaming)

(grunts)

Sammy!
(groaning)

No, no, no.
We have to get you out of here.

Oh, no, don't-don't move me.

It's okay.
You'll be okay.

Professor!

Professor El-Amin!

I can't... I can't feel...

Shh.

Professor El-Amin!

Hey, get down!
Professor El-Amin!

Help us!

Leave us alone.

Hey.

You have to stop this.

You're torturing me.

I can't.

I can't let you die.

If you die,

I die.

I love you.

What do you want me to say?

(soft chuckle)

I would've given up all
of this for you.

I don't care about any of it
the way that I care about you.

And I know that I have
wrecked everything I built.

Everyone I love.

But if you had seen
what I saw...

(sighs)

I know.

I don't want to lose you,
and I've already lost you.

It can't be that this is why we
met, just to destroy each other.

I don't believe that.

No, no.

No, you're the love of my life.

You're the love of my life.

You gave me my life.

Of all the places in the world,

they carried me
into your village.

What were the chances of that?

So who knows.

We're both still alive.

There's hope right there.

(indistinct announcement
over P.A.)

How is he?

He's still in surgery.

Where were you?

What was he doing
at the University?

He was there to see you,
wasn't he?
What? No, that's not...

He's just a kid!

And you put him at
risk, over and over again.

That's not what happened.
Bullshit!

Bassam, Bassam, no, no, no,
he saved him.

He saved Sammy's life.

HALIMA:
Bassam...

He helped us carry him
out of the Square.

He put him in his car,
it's not his fault, it's mine.

I'm sorry.

No one was supposed to
fire any shots.

I don't know who you are.

My name is Haitham.

Haitham El-Amin.

I'm in love with your son.

(softly):
Oh.

DOCTOR:
Mr. President?

Madam First Lady.

We were able to
remove the bullet.

Control the bleeding.

He should be out of danger.
(both sigh in relief)

But fragments
affected his spine.

We won't know for some time if
there is any permanent damage.

Okay.

Okay, but he's alive.
He's gonna live.

Okay.

How long till I can see him?

It will be hours still.

Okay, thank you, Doctor.

(both sigh)

Are you cold?
Can I get you something?

No.

I don't...

You try to live your life
a certain way.

Believing in certain things.

But the world...

people...

some people...

they won't leave you alone.

And you have to fight back,
don't you?

Otherwise...

But as soon you do
fight back...

...you're changed.

And everything is tainted.

And no one is right.

(footsteps approaching)

Mr. President.

I have to get you

back to the Palace
to deliver your speech.

My son is in surgery, General.

Shot by your troops.

The speech can wait.

With all do respect,
it can't.

Your army marches
in a matter of hours.

You have to tell the country.

He's gonna be in surgery
for a long time.

And I'll be here.

You've made changes?

A few.

You've taken out all
the references to elections

following the end of the war.

"Because we are
a free people..."

That's about the election.

It doesn't mean anything

without the sentence before.
I don't think

we should
get ahead of ourselves.

Let's stick to
the matter at hand.

The election is
the whole point.

A secure democracy is
the reason we're going to war.

You should read the speech!

Everybody out.

I said everybody out!

(door shuts)

I am the president, General.

Yes, you are.
Okay, then...

Serving at my pleasure.

Oh,

you've just woken up, have you?

Good morning!

You've alienated
every other ally you have.

Without the Army's support,
what would you be?

Nothing!

Another deposed dictator.

And the Americans
can't help you then.

My son is in the hospital,
fighting for his life.

My daughter is dead.

My wife and I have given
everything that we love

for this cause...

(scoffs)

General, what is the point
of the war

if we're no different
from anyone else?

What are we fighting for?

To be the last man standing,
of course.

I promised the people elections!

Then you broke your promise!

(sighs)

You think principles
are something you can

put in your pocket,
take out every now and then,

whenever it suits you!

Don't look at me
as if I did this to you!

You are the architect!

This is your doing.

I am your doing.

Now, read the speech.

No!

Read your own goddamn speech.

The man who murdered
your daughter

is on the other side
of the border.

The student that started
the riot that claimed your son

supported him.

Huh?

You wrote this speech.

You planned this war.

And I am going to
win it for you.

And kill that man.

Make you the president for life.

With me at your right hand.

That was the bargain you made.

At some point,
through all the delusion,

you must have begun
to realize that.

You were never going back

to be a doctor in Pasadena.

And it's this...

or the death
of every last Al Fayeed.

Read the speech.

BARRY:
Even now, our tanks are moving

across our border

and our planes
are headed to targets

deep inside territory
held by the so-called Caliphate.

With this war,

we vow never to live in fear

of men who twist our religion

into a manifesto of hate.

Because we are a free people.

And we will remain
a free people.

God bless our soldiers.

God bless you all.

And may God bless Abuddin.

It'll be okay,

in the end.

You'll see.

IHAB: The moment I have been
warning us would come,

has come.

The American Al Fayeed,

with his American weapons,

has crossed the border
to invade our land.

Tonight, I call on the faithful

from all over the world--

and especially those living
under occupation

inside Abuddin--

join us

in fighting this tyrant

and his Crusader army.

God bless Abuddin.

(voices chanting):
Leila, Leila, Leila, Leila...

(microphone feedback)

Sometimes,

we come so close

to catching a glimpse
of the world

the way we wish it could be.

It's just over there:

around one more corner.

And then it disappears.

Again.

And we begin
to feel defeated.

And after a while, we feel like

we don't even
deserve any better.

That this is how it is.

But how it is--
is always for us to say.

Even after a thousand defeats.

Battered,

but not broken.

We still have
the same quiet prayer,

that cannot be taken from us
even by death,

like a child that will
outlive us.

The maybe prayer.

Maybe.

Maybe tomorrow.
One of these days.

It will be different.

I will never give up on maybe.

So long as Sheik Hussein Al-Qadi
looks down on us from Paradise,

and Fauzi Nidal fights
from overseas

and Daliyah Al-Yazbek,
the mother of all hope,

still lives.

Maybe.

Maybe tomorrow.

If we don't give up.

Who's to say
tomorrow won't be ours?

Hey.

Hey!

You have a visitor.

My name is Exley.

I work for the U...

I know who you are.

Bassam has told me about you.

Why are you here?

The United States is
keeping an eye on you.

Me?

We like to
keep our options open.

Don't waste your time.

The guards tell me
we've gone to war.

So this is
all for nothing.

The war will go on forever.

There won't ever be
an election here.

I've lost.

I'm a symbol of nothing.

They can keep me in here forever
and no one will ever notice.

Really?

Fauzi Nidal has been
tweeting for you,

in your name, from Jordan.

Have a look.

I don't...
What does this mean?

You have ten million followers.

You think
you've lost?

I would try to
stay alive, lady.

I have a feeling

you're about to matter
very much.

Ghani is the name
of your son?

Yes.

Scroll down.

"I'm being brave, Mommy.

You be brave, too."

(sighs shakily)

I, Leila Haddad,
swear by Almighty God

to uphold the laws,

respect the Constitution,

and faithfully
execute the duties

of the office of
President of Abuddin.

(crowd applauds)

(crowd whistles, cheers)

(crowd cheers louder)

AHMED: That was
a good speech, Father.

Thank you.

You heading back
to the hospital?

I thought I'd
go with you.

(clears throat)
Yes. In a minute.

Before we go,

I know it's hardly
the perfect time.

But maybe it will
make you feel better.

I wanted to show you something
I did for you.

I commissioned it.

To surprise you.

I hope you like it.

(Barry chuckles)

I think it captures you,

don't you?

Yes. I'm afraid it does.

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Media Access Group at WGBH