All language subtitles for Tyrant (2014) - S02E03 - Faith (1080p AMZN WEB-DL x265 Silence)_track3_[eng]

Previously on Tyrant...

Halima Nair made that film

to introduce
our cultural treasures

to your great nation.

EMMA: You spent four months
in a dangerous country

pleading for our dad's life.

Arif switched you with
another enemy of the state.

Your blood won't be
on my hands.

James Timmons,
I'm an attorney.

If I can be of help...

I think the reward for an
escaped prisoner is the same

whether he is alive
or dead.

We will develop
these fields

with our new friends
from China.

NAMIR: You want
to assassinate the president.
Boom.

JAMAL:
An oil reserve is a gift of...

(gunshot)

(screams)

JAMAL: The man who did this
is a terrorist.

By the time you wake up
tomorrow,

we will have this man's
head on a stick.

HALIMA:
Where are the figs?

I told you to buy figs.

Or did I just imagine
having that conversation?

I was about to.

You're always
"about to,"

because I'm always
reminding you.

Okay, so we
have a system.

Why is everything
a joke with you?

What's wrong with jokes?

They're not figs--
now go back and get them.

But they're on the other
side of the market.

You should have thought
of that before. Go.

We'll be in the café
across the street.

Okay, I'll go.

I worry about
my sister sometimes.

Check out hashtag
"IhabRocks."

It's trending
like crazy.

Going after Al Fayeed
like that is a mistake.

Is it?

Because I'm thinking of
putting down my paint can

and picking up a gun.

Shut up, Marwan.

The one thing
we've always said

is that violence won't
bring down the regime.

But graffiti and anonymous
chat rooms will?

Eventually, yes.

Eventually, enough people
will speak up

until we're too loud
for them to ignore.

All violence brings
is more violence.

I'm not so sure anymore.

I'm getting coffee.

Jamal can shut
down Twitter

a-and paint
over graffiti,

but he can't
stop a bullet.

SOLDIER:
Copy that.

Open the checkpoint,
we're moving out.

We're moving out!
Everybody to move out!

(engines starting)

Your son, he was
our bravest fighter.

Malik grew up hearing my stories
about uncles and cousins

he never met because
of the Al Fayeeds.

His hatred, it
came from me.

It's my fault he's dead.

(quietly):
No, no.

Because of your son's sacrifice,
our numbers are already growing.

(cell phone buzzes)

Please.

Excuse me.

(phone beeps)

Namir.

I'm at the Hamsa checkpoint.

All the soldiers just piled
into their trucks and drove off.

Why?

No idea.
I was too far away to hear.

(static crackles)
Namir?

N...

Give me your phone.

(vehicles approaching)

(static crackles)

Shit. Shit.
Shit. Shit.

What?

It's the military.

They're jamming our phones;
they're getting out of Ma'an.

I don't understand, Ihab.

IHAB:
Listen up, everyone!

We need to get
to shelter right now.

Don't ask me any
questions, just go.

Now!

Come.

(bomb explodes)

(panicked shouting)

Wait.

I have to find
my sister.

(explosion, panicked shouting)

(people coughing)

HALIMA:
Jada!

Jada!
(coughing)

My eyes, they're burning.

I have you.

Come.

Help!

Someone help! Jada.

Help, please!

(footsteps echoing)

I said there was
to be no gas.

No, Mr. President, you
instructed me to destroy Ihab

and his insurgency
by any means necessary.

Don't play word
games with me.

You knew what I meant.

I knew what you wanted,
and I gave it to you.

Behind my back.

I'm the president.

And when they ask you
if you ordered the attack,

and you say no,
you'll be telling the truth.

I'm doing for you now what I did
for your father 25 years ago.

(choking)

You are going to hell, Uncle.

Of course I am.

I promised your father
I'd always look after you.

You have two choices, Jamal.

Kill me now and tell the world

your general made war
without you knowing,

or you deny complicity
to the world

and blame it on the enemy.

Some will believe
you, others won't.

But eventually no one
will care anymore.

Then you can rule this
country however you want,

as your father
did before you.

But as of this morning,

you have no more
opposition in Abuddin.

(gags)

(grunts, gasps)

(strained gasping)

(sighs)

(coughs)

No, no, no.

Just a little.

No...

Ah, shit.

Hold on.

My brother will be back soon.

(gagging)

CHILD:
Kasim!

When did you get back?
Last night.
It was late.

But you and Munir weren't
home when I woke up.

We, uh...
we slept outside.

How come?

It was
a beautiful night.

I have to get
to work, okay?

Kasim?

Your backpack,

it's leaking;
what's in there?

Nothing.

Show me.

You're not my mother.

I'm your father's wife,
and I asked you a question.

It's just some stuff,
okay? Work stuff.

You're a bad liar, Kasim.

He's still not holding
down any water.

You said not
to tell anyone!

I didn't tell her, you ass.

You found him in the desert?

Without identification or food?

KASIM:
Just that smelly prison uniform.

He says he escaped.

We figured the government
would pay for him.

Fluids.

KASIM: He told us what to
get from the clinic.

Says he was
an army medic.

Get your father.

And don't talk
about this to anyone.

Here, let me.

(weakly):
It needs to be...

elevated.

(sighs softly)

*

LEILA:
My husband did not deploy

any chemical weapons.

This is a vicious trick
by the Rashids,

and the media's
falling right into it.

I understand.

You're a curator,
not a politician.

The Santa Croce Marbles?

No, I've never heard of them.

How exciting.

Of course not.

The treasures
of Abuddin have survived

a thousand years.

One more year
won't make a difference.

(slams down receiver)

(quietly):
French, righteous bitch.

Excuse us, Nabila.

And can you stop
using plastic, please?

(clears throat)

That was the French curator
of the Louvre.

I assumed.

I'm very sorry, Leila.

Have you ever heard
of the Santa Croce Marbles?

No.
Me neither.

Apparently getting them
was a real coup for the museum,

so they've postponed
our exhibition.

Not a political decision at all.

It's not easy, sometimes, is it?

I have to cancel
all the other events

I've planned
around the opening:

the Cultural Diplomacy
Conference,

the interviews,
the photo shoots.

The students are going to be
very disappointed.

And what about you?

Do you want to talk
about what happened?

What's there to talk about?

(sighs)

You were asleep
when I went to see Tariq,

and you were gone

when I got back.

Nabila said you're meeting
the Chinese ambassador.

Don't be late.

(footsteps receding)

If I'm going to be a minister
in my father's government,

I need to look the part.

Especially with all
that's happening.

Make me look respectable,
Sharif.

JAMAL:
My mandate

to my generals

has always been the same:

a precise, punishing,

but proportionate
response.

The photos and videos
on social media--

I'm sure you've seen them.

Well, I-I don't need
to look at pictures.

Mr. Ambassador,

our intelligence
is investigating

whether Ihab Rashid was storing

chemical weapons
among his munitions.

So your mortars
hit their chemical weapons?

(clears throat)

Mr. Ambassador,

our intelligence

has confirmed

the insurgency is broken.

Which means our oil fields
are secure.

My government will insist

on a full and fair
U.N. investigation

before we resume
developing the oil fields.

Of course.

But once that happens,

I anticipate we'll continue
on schedule.

Thank you, Mr. Ambassador.

Mr. President.

(door closes)

Is that really
what happened?

We hit their chemical weapons?

You heard what I told him.

If you had gassed them,

just so you know,

I would have said
it was the right thing to do.

It's what I would have done.

(Jamal exhales)

After what they did
yesterday...

I think they deserved it.

We don't gloat, Ahmed.

Not over the death
of innocents.

Not even when
they are the enemy.

Whatever.

The point is, it's over.

You took care of it.

Yes.

I took care of it.

Careful,
or you'll choke.

You told my sons you were
a medic in the army.

You didn't tell them
why you were in prison.

I was, um...

uh, I was a deserter.

A deserter.

I disagreed with the government.

Challenged their authority.

I was arrogant enough to think
I could get away with it.

And arrogant enough to escape.

I had help

from a guard.
Ahmos, you're
asking him questions

as if the answer
mattered.

We should be calling
the government to take him back.

KASIM: Yes, so we can
get our reward.

Has it never occurred
to either of you

the trouble you've caused
by bringing him here?

Nasrin, please.
You're not being helpful.

You didn't tell us
your name.

Khalil.

Khalil.

Once he's finished eating,
bring him home.

Give him something to wear
that won't draw attention.

What if the government
finds out

that we are harboring
a fugitive?

They won't.

Because no one
in this room

will say anything.

If anyone asks,

tell them Khalil
is our cousin.

(woman sobbing)

(man sobbing)

JAMAL: It is no secret
that the Western powers

and their media outlets

have been waging a crusade
against us,

trying to undermine
our government

and divide this country

by supporting Ihab Rashid.
(coughing)

Our government holds no chemical
or biological weapons

or any other weapons
of mass destruction.

Those weapons were destroyed
(coughs)

25 years ago
by President Khaled Al Fayeed,

under the supervision
of the United Nations.

(turns off TV)
Did you get into the mosque?

Mm-hmm.

There are hundreds of them.

Women and children.

(shuddering exhale)

Some of them I recognized.

And...

I think at least
30 of your fighters.

Namir?

(softly):
Yeah.

Hey.
Mm.

I'm sorry.

Ooh.

(loud knocking)

Zaher. Zaher. Come, come, come,
come, come, come, come. Come.

You need to leave.

Both of you.
No, Zaher,
Zaher,

you are in shock. I understand.

We are all in shock.
Those of us

unlucky enough to have survived

because we were working
at the refinery.

But our wives,

our children,
they're dead

because of you.
SAMIRA:
No. Jamal Al Fayeed

did this.
Because of Ihab.

Because we were foolish enough
to support you.

It's over.

So pack your things

and leave.

May, uh...

may Allah allow your wives

and children into paradise.

JAMAL:
We are currently investigating

the source
of the terrorist weapons cache

containing chemical agents.

We will, of course,
make results public

once the inquiry
is complete.

Until then, we will continue to
provide emergency medical care

in Ma'an. Finally,

to the victims of
this terrible tragedy

and to their families,

our hearts and prayers are
with you during this dark time

of our nation.

That was excellent, Father.

The ambassador has asked me
to expedite visas

for the guest workers from China
who will be living in Ma'an.

We'll deal with this later.

What did Tariq give you?

Security protocols.

I'm visiting a hospital tomorrow
in Ma'an.

Well, maybe you should wait
a bit with this,

let some time pass.

Now is the time to show
the people we stand with them.

Like you promised
in your speech.

Yes, but...

It was good,
by the way.

Your speech.

Sincere.

Well, I'm glad you liked it.

You said what you needed to say.

Come on, Wafiq.
Come on. Check again.

I want the reward money.
Come on.

You're high.

Don't insult me, man.

It's not an insult. It's a fact.

You're always high. I get you in
with the army recruiter,

and you get wasted
before your physical.

Okay, just check again,
all right?

I did.

There's no record of an escaped
prisoner named Khalil.

Of course he's not gonna tell us
his real name-- he's a fugitive.

Look, there must be a reward for
an escaped prisoner, all right?

Look, we'll split it with you,
all right?

Don't you get it?

There's no money to be split.

Our system's not showing
any escaped prisoners.

Whatever game

you're playing,
just leave me out of it.

(line clicks)

That guy in our house,

he's not who he says he is.

WOMAN:
Khalil?

Hello?

BARRY:
Hello.

Thank you.
Um...

you should
probably burn those.

I didn't
get a chance

to thank your father
for letting me stay.

He seems like
a good man.

Ahmos is my husband.

I'm sorry. I assumed, um...

I shouldn't have assumed.
I'm-I'm sorry.

This is our son,
Ghani.

The other woman, Nasrin,

she is his first wife.

I'm his second.
But you're right.

Ahmos is a good man,
a good Bedu.

He said

you should use this

to contact
your wife.

Thank you.

Sleep well.

You, too.

Sammy, can you help me out
with some stuff?

Sam?

(TV playing)

SAMMY:
Yeah. (chuckles)

(TV continues indistinctly)

(Sammy and young
man chuckle)

(both laughing softly)

SAMMY: You know, you weren't
supposed to be home...

Okay, that's not...

Well, I...

I wasn't having sex with him
to hurt you, okay?

I... I like him.

Good.

I hope so.

Even if I-I don't
love him, it...

felt better to be with him
than to be alone, you know?

Of course.

And that's natural. I...

I just think...

if we had just talked about it.

Well, yeah, that...

would have been nice.

But I tried.

Like, three times
on the phone.

"Mom, I met this guy
named Bernard."

But you were
always distracted, and then...

when you came home, you had
enough shit to deal with.

I'm so sorry.

I'm not very good
at this, I know that.

I mean, I-I feel like

I can deal with
the details of life.

I can get things
done, but...

the emotional
stuff, I'm just

having a hard time
figuring that out.

Yeah. Me, too.

Of course you are.

I went to that class.
Um...

the one where I met Bernard.

And I used your maiden name

so that no one
would know who I was.

And then one day
the teacher started

talking about Abuddin.

About Dad.

Calling him this great
champion of democracy.

And they all agreed.

All talked like they knew him.

I was the only one
who didn't say anything.

You know, just 'cause
I-I didn't feel that way.

Sammy...

I don't think he liked me.

He loved you.

That's a trick answer.

I don't think I liked him.

He never seemed particularly
interested in me.

I mean, shouldn't your son
matter more than your job

or some insane country

on the other side
of the world?
Okay, you're angry,

but that's not
the same thing...
Well, he's gone

and the whole world thinks he
left this great legacy, but...

I mean, wh... what did...
what did I get from him?

I'm-I'm his son.

Come here.
(sniffles)

*

(call to prayer over P.A.)

(call to prayer continues)

If you don't
tell Father, I will.

He'll kill us
for disobeying him.

Unless Khalil-- or whoever
he really is-- kills us first.

Fine.

After salat.

ALL:
Allahu Akbar.

(doorbell rings)

(crickets chirping)

You must be Sammy.

Who are you?
James. I'm so sorry,

I totally forgot to tell my
kids you were coming over.

Uh, Sammy, this
is James Timmons.

He's an attorney. He's helping
me with Dad's estate.

Come on in.

Your mother told you
that your father

left a more substantial estate

than she had suspected?
Yeah. The Al Fayeed
Trust Fund or something?

SAMMY:
Yeah, yeah, she-she told us.

I've been in contact with
the lawyers in Dubai

to get an accounting
of the trust's assets.

And how much is it?
Not that we were
expecting anything.

I-I always assumed Barry
had been disinherited.

$100 million.

What?

JAMES:
That's how much.

What?

We've inherited $100 million?

Not exactly.

Uh, the terms
of the trust

specify that the money passes
along the male line.

Samuel...

Al Fayeed
has inherited $100 million.

No--

he gets all the money?
(giggling)

This is 2015,
it's the modern world--

how does he get
all of the money?
Ja-James...

I-I have a lot of questions.
Naturally.
Wait, Mom--

doesn't he have to share it?
Is this even legal?
Of course,

of course I'm gonna
share it. I mean,

uh, Mom, anything you need,

you know, anytime,
anywhere, I...

Mom.
...I got you.

Wait, what about me?

You're... smart.

I'm sure you'll
find someone nice,

have a good job,
live a...

(chuckling):
comfortable life.

Um...

This is not funny.

Well, $100 million
says you're wrong.

(Sammy exhales)

Ghani.
(speaks Arabic)

You look better.
(chuckles)

Sometimes a good night's sleep
is the best medicine.

Go ahead with Ghani.
I will walk with Khalil.

It's good you found us.

You can choose a goat
from the herd.

For the feast we are having
tonight in your honor.

(laughs): Oh...
that's not necessary.

You are our guest.

I asked Daliyah to convey
my gratitude to you

for your hospitality, but
I want to thank you myself.

I admire your courage.

Standing up against a tyrant
who gasses his own people.

The least we can do
is to extend our hospitality.

Gasses his own people?

You don't know.

Of course, how would you?

Yesterday, in Ma'an.

A thousand people dead.

Al Fayeed
is denying it, of course,

blaming Ihab Rashid, but...

everyone knows the truth.

The son doomed

to repeat the sins
of the father.

Whatever you did
to oppose the regime,

I admire your courage.

But...

this is not
your fight anymore.

WOMAN: He's not like his
brothers. He likes school.

He wants to study
and be a doctor.

What will he do if he can't see?

I've given Dr. Mahfoud
my personal assurance

that he will get whatever
he needs to give your son

and all the victims
of this terrible tragedy

the best available
medical care.

We're also setting a
hotline for the relatives

to be with
their families.
HALIMA: Mrs. Al Fayeed.

So it will be in different parts
of Ma'an.
Mrs. Al Fayeed!

Mrs. Al Fayeed!
She knows me.

Mrs. Al Fayeed.
It's all right,

it's all right, let her through.

Please. Halima.

(cameras clicking)

My little sister.

Her name was Jada.

I'm so sorry.

How can you be sorry
and guilty at the same time?

Tell me, because I'm curious.

Or does repeating a lie
often enough

make it the truth, even to you?

You're smarter than that,
Halima.

You shouldn't
listen to propaganda,

allowing outsiders
poison your mind.

They're not the ones
poisoning my mind.

I'm sorry for your loss.

I am.

But I'm here to help.

And if you're not willing
to accept that help...
You're only helping yourself.

I smiled and went along with
your charade, but not anymore.

Not when my sister's
blood is on you.

I'll get justice for my sister.

Maybe not today or tomorrow,

but sooner than you think.
There are more

of us in Abuddin than you can
ever kill or put in prison!

Dr. Mahfoud, thank you.

Let's go.

(speaks Arabic)

(organ music playing)

Uh, no kids?

Uh, Emma's got
debate practice and...

Sammy's at the Ferrari
dealership with Bernard.

That sounds fun.

To be honest, I haven't told
them I've been coming here.

Why not?

Barry and I sort of took
religion off the table

when we raised them.

Which was fine,

till Sammy was born.

I found myself wanting
to baptize him, but...

I couldn't.

Not without
betraying our agreement.

Is that how Barry felt?

I never brought it up.

Probably sounds crazy.

Especially considering
my great-grandmother

was married in this church.

No kidding?

Five generations
of Callaghans in this town.

This conservative,
boring town.

No palaces or servants
or calls to prayer.

No coups
or chemical attacks either.

I never got to share
any of this with my kids.

Well, it's not too late.

Yeah, but I-I'm not
sure how that works

after somebody hands
you $100 million.

There's no simple
answer for that.

Before you got here,
I went to confession.

As if inheriting
a shitload...

Sorry.

...of money is a sin.

Those people
that you worry about--

the gas attack victims--

the money was never
going to them.

It was either Sammy

or your brother-in-law.

Better that it was Sammy.

(sighs)

AHMOS:
Kasim.

Give me a knife.

Father.

Please don't
be mad at me.

Khalil?

Are you Muslim?

Mm-hmm.

But you don't pray.

I'm, uh...

I'm kind of out of practice.

You can't be a good
Muslim and not pray.

That's true.

If you want,
I can teach you.

Ghani,

go bring the milk
to your brothers.

I'm not finished.

Go, habibi.

(sighs)

My son called
someone he knows in the army

about an escaped prisoner
named Khalil.

You were wearing
prison clothes,

so explain why there's
no records,

why no one's looking
for you.

Because they think I'm dead.

Ahmos,

I am not a dangerous man.

So you expect me
to trust a liar.

I told you the
essence of who I am,

of why I was
in prison.

Still not the same as the truth.

It was as close as I could
get and keep us both safe.

So now you're protecting
my family.

If no one here
makes any calls,

then no one on the outside
is gonna come looking for me.

And once I can leave,

I will leave.

(vehicle approaching)

Go inside.

WAFIQ:
Hey, Kasim! Kasim!

I am Kasim's father,
Ahmos.

Sir, I'm Salam Wafiq.

I worked with Kasim at Souk
al Tawila, before the army.

How can I help you?

Kasim called last night.

Something about an
escaped prisoner.

An escaped prisoner.

Nothing came up
in our database,

but we were
patrolling nearby.

I thought we should come by.

In reality, we don't have
the most reliable system.

You say you are Kasim's friend.

Yes, sir.

So you know he has problems.

Drugs and things.

Don't worry.

You won't be betraying him.

So, this prisoner he mentioned,

uh, Khalil...

He's my cousin.

Visiting from Asima.

I'm sorry my son
has wasted your time.

(engine starts)

(crying softly)
(Jamal sighs heavily)

I'm sorry.
(sniffles)

That girl, Halima,

you know what she called me?

It's okay.

It was, uh, probably
too early to go there,

to Ma'an,

official stories aside.

What does that mean,
"official story"?

It means we can't expect
the people to go along

with what we are telling
the rest of the world.

What we're telling
about the gas attack?

Yes. About the gas attack.

No, you went on television

and told everyone
the gas was theirs.

And you believed me?

Yes.

You never asked me
any questions.

You never wanted
to talk about it.
No.

Not one word, you and me...
No. No!

It's not true, Jamal!

I wanted to believe you.

I wanted us to be different.

Not like your father.

(crying):
This is...

this is not how it was supposed
to be for us.

I wanted to be loved

by my people.

I wanted to be the mother
of a country.

Now look what you have done.

We can never make it right.

We can never put it back, Jamal.
Of course we can.

Listen to me.

It will pass.

People forget.

Eventually,
all they'll remember

is how much they love
you as their first lady.

We've turned the corner.

15 months of my brother
and the elections

and Ihab and the sheik.

Tariq tells me the insurgency
is broken.

Abuddin is safe.

It's just a small bump
on the road, that's all.

(sighs)

Let's just do something to
take our minds off all of this.

(sighs)

Thanks for, uh,

letting me use this.

You spoke with your wife?

Actually...

no, I-I didn't call her.

Thank you.
She should

know you're alive.

I'm an enemy of the state.

Even contacting her
could put her in danger.

She's safer not knowing.

My kids are safer not knowing.

Perhaps you are right
to be careful.

Especially with this government.

When you are strong enough,

my sons will take you
to Souk al Tawila,

where we sell our meat
and skins.

It's near
the Lebanese border.

My cousin
will get you across.

You will be safe
there.

Thank you.

That's, um...

Thank you.

You don't seem...

convinced.

(chuckles)
Sorry. I'm just, um...

I'm just coming to terms
with the fact

that I don't have a home
anymore.

(call to prayer over P.A.)

If you want...

you'd be very welcome
to stay here

as long as
you'd like.

No, I-I can't impose
on your family any more.

Don't feel obligated to stay.

But don't feel obligated
to leave either.

Wow, Mom.

This looks amazing.

Tch. Yeah.
Good.
(chuckles)

Wait, wait. Hold on. Um...

do you guys mind if we say grace
before we start?

Grace?
Like, uh,

grace-grace?
Yeah.

I know we've never...

It's just something my family
did when I was growing up.

Kind of a tradition.

Thought we could use a
few of those around here.

But if...

you're uncomfortable...
No.

Fine.

Yeah.

Okay.

For the blessings of food
and family,

for the little things
we used to take for granted,

and for just being home...

(man praying in Arabic)

(others respond)

(man continues prayer)

(others respond)

(praying in Arabic)

(sniffles)

(Nusrat and Leila laughing)

Okay.
Blow. W-Wave.
Wave. Octopus...

Moving.
NUSRAT:
Running. Cyclone!

Blow. Tornado. You're
helpless at this, Jamal.
Hurricane! Hurricane.

Natural disaster.

Hula dancer.
Walking. Walking.

What? Hula dancer. No.
Can... can...

What?
Pay attention.

(blowing)
LEILA: Tornado. Moving
forward. Uh, blow, blow.

Jellyfish.
Desert?

What? Jellyfish?

Ocean's Eleven!
(laughs)

Come on. Going.
Walking. "Staying Alive."

Huh? Gone with the Wind!
Going? Going.
Gone...

Gone with the Wind.
AHMED:
What?

The book.
What?

No, that... (laughing)
(laughing)

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