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Previously on Tyrant...

Jamal's accident wasn't an accident.

It was an attempt on his life.

A woman tried to inject him with poison.

Her loyalty was to Ihab Rashid.

He's a terrorist.

Now thank him for sending us Samira.

You have filled your pockets
collaborating with the Al Fayeeds.

I'm an Al Fayeed.
That means I'm a powerful man here.

Are you saying you want to stay?

Without family, we have nothing.

Without family, we are nothing.

Jamal, it's, uh... it's me, Bassam.

What would you think
if I hung around for a while?

Good morning.

Good morning.

Are you Hamid Mahfouz?

Are you the husband of this woman?

Mommy?

I believe that you are.

I need you to come with us.

What about my children?
Who will take care of them?

- Ziad: You have neighbors.
- Baba!

They will keep an eye out.

♪ ♪

Good morning.

You have your first council meeting today.

How long have you been
here in my bed?

- Leila: Most of the night.
- Jamal: Why?

I...

I didn't want you to spend
the first night out of the hospital alone.

It just seemed wrong.

I've been giving it a lot of thought, Jamal.

I think it's important that
we behave like a couple again.

Pssh...

You've given it a lot of thought, huh?

Now that I'm the president? What?

- Suddenly you are filled with feelings for me?
- Leila: Not suddenly, Jamal.

I always have, you know that.

You want this, and I want this for you.

For me?

Yes, for you.

What an amazing morning.

First, my wife decides to put
aside all the hurt feelings and

humiliation I have caused her and
crawl back into my bed now,

when I'm useless as a man.

And suddenly, my brother decides
not to run back to California

to treat measles and chickenpox and mumps,

but to stay here and
help me hold the country together.

Bassam is staying? Why?

Because he is my brother.

Because this is our home.

And because he offered and I said yes.

Okay, but we don't need
the help of Bassam.

We have each other, Jamal.
We've lived here our whole lives.

We don't need the help of someone
who ran away 20 years ago

- and now needs a map to find his way...
- Jamal: Stop it.

Around the country.

Stop it.

I don't know exactly what I'll be doing.

They sent over this briefing book,

so I know today I'll be in
a bunch of meetings, but day in, day out...

I just think that,
with everything that's going on around here,

your grandfather dying

and uncle Jamal recuperating,

it's... it's just not
the right time for me to go.

Well, I think it's a great idea.

Um, do you want me to stay?

- I mean, you know, keep you company?
- Emma: God, you are truly an ass.

I mean, you know,
I feel like we're walking away

from an excellent college essay
experience, here.

Can I talk to you in the other room?

Sure.

What if we stay, too?

Didn't we talk about this last night?

- Your practice, the kids' schools...
- Molly: I know, I know. I know we did.

I just... I can't decide which
I find more frightening:

You being so far away,
or us being so far away from you.

I just... I...

I don't think it makes any sense.
I'm gonna be gone three weeks,

- maybe a month.
- Molly: You don't know that.

You have no idea how long
you're gonna be here.

I-I'm just saying,

I love that you're finally
making a connection

with these people, this place.
You know?

Filling in some blanks.

I guess...

I just thought it would be nice
to be part of it with you.

It would. It would be nice.

If we didn't have kids.
If we didn't both have medical practices.

If we didn't have a thousand obligations
pulling us back home.

I just... I don't see how it
makes any sense.

Okay.

Do what you have to do.

Tomorrow night,
the kids and I'll fly home

and while you're sleeping,
we'll be going on with our lives,

and while we're sleeping,
you'll be going on with yours.

And then in three weeks...
or three months, or whenever...

we'll all be back
in the same time zone again.

And you're right. What's the big deal?

Shouldn't Jamal hear
from me personally?

It's better if I go alone.

But... Oh, Bassam.

You remember Walid Rashid,
from the wedding?

Of course.

Uh...

Yeah.

Uh-uh-uh...

His... his chair.

I would sit in his lap...

here on the floor by his feet.

His wisdom, his patience, his nerve...

I tried to soak it all in.

I did soak it all in.

I am ready, and now
it's your turn, my son.

Sit, listen, learn, so you can be ready.

As you can see, I have invited
my brother Bassam to join us.

In addition to being an Al Fayeed,
he is very wise, very loyal,

and that is why I would like to make him
a permanent member of this body,

with the title special consul to the president.

Uh, Mr. President,
I'm very honored, but, uh...

I-I'm not sure
I'm gonna be here long enough to...

to need or want a title.

That's okay, Bassam.

You can't use it up or wear it out.

But I will feel better knowing
it's here for you in case you need it.

That's all.

Mr. President...

I am sure you are aware that General Tariq,

in his effort to find the people
responsible for the attempt on your life,

has put Abbudin under martial law.

Our old friend Walid Rashid is concerned

that this will destroy
the summer pilgrimages,

which begin next week.

After all,
why would the expected 200,000 tourists

come to Abbudin
only to be frisked and searched

and ordered off the streets by 6:30?

He wanted me to give you this petition,

which is signed by over
a thousand business owners,

all of whom will be impacted
by these police actions

if they drag into next week.

Walid gave you this, Yussef?

Yes.

And is Walid not
the uncle of Ihab Rashid,

the very man we are looking for?

Yes.

Then tell Walid to hand over
his cowardly nephew,

and General Tariq will suspend the curfew,
the roadblocks and everything else.

Simple.

If Walid knew
where his nephew was, he'd tell us.

Have you asked him?

Of course. And General Tariq
has questioned him as well.

He claims he does not know
his nephew's whereabouts.

You know what?
I don't believe him.

Do you believe him, General?

I believe very little
that's said to me

unless I'm holding
the person's life in my hands.

That having been said, nothing
would give me greater pleasure

than to suspend martial law.

And I'm still hopeful
that we can do that very thing

prior to the beginning of the pilgrimages.

But now would be a foolish time
to loosen our grip,

since we finally know, with certainty,
that it was Walid's nephew

Ihab Rashid who supplied the deadly
syringe used in the attack against you.

- Yussef: "With certainty"?
- Tariq: There's a witness.

- Tariq: Please, tell the council your name.
- Hamid: Ha-Hamid Mahfouz.

- Tariq: And your wife's name?
- Hamid: Fatma Mahfouz.

And were you aware of the...
relationship between your wife

- and our president?
- Jamal: Stop! Stop, stop.

Ahmed, I need you to leave.

- Ahmed: Father...
- Jamal: Now!

Again.

Were you aware of the...
friendship between your wife

and the president?

She, uh...
she said she loved him.

But if she loved him,
why then did she try to kill him?

Ihab Rashid.

He knew about them,
and he gave me the syringe.

He said if she didn't do it,
he would kill our children.

So I gave it to her,
and I told her what to do.

Thank you for your testimony,
Mr. Mahfouz.

We can transport the witness
back to the prison.

Mr. President, please!
Please, I had no choice!

I swear! Have some mercy on me
and my children, please!

Lest anyone doubt
the very real peril our president faced,

the laboratory reports have confirmed
the syringe was filled with deadly ricin.

The good news is that we have captured
37 members of his Izz-al-Din brigade,

all of whom we've jailed

and all of whom are being interrogated as we speak.

It's only a matter of time before we capture Ihab himself.

Yussef, you tell Walid

we are going to find his shit
of a nephew one way or the other.

But if he makes me wait...

Whaddump...

I'll hang them both.

Minister of commerce: Mr. President,
if I may turn your attention to docket...

- Yussef: Welcome home.
- Minister of commerce: And discuss the funding for

the installation of moving the sidewalk...

Going to work.

So you're babysitting?

Mm-hmm.

Samira...
don't forget the curfew.

Okay.

But if they need me to stay over,
I'll call you.

Well,

my first day as the president
is just about over

and our nation is still here.

It's going to be fine, papa.

Look at him. Married man. Beautiful wife.

Fresh, young.

You just can't let her think for a minute
that you are satisfied.

Always make her wonder:
"Am I doing enough?"

Maybe something different tonight.

Maybe something crazier tonight.

As your doctor,

I'm advising you to stop mixing brandy
with your prescription opioids.

I believe it's time for dinner.

You know what your problem is,
Bassam?

You are no fun.

I'm starting to think
all that western education

has taken the Al Fayeed out of you.

You know they've shut off the internet again.

Mm-hmm.

And they've added more checkpoints.

It seems like they're determined
to find you and stop you.

Determined to make you pay
for what happened to the president.

Even though
I had nothing to do with it.

You scared? Hmm?

No one knows
that we are here except my uncle.

We are in the middle of nowhere.

So...

What are you doing? Open.

Samira, you are offending Allah.

- Samira: But am I offending you?
- Ihab: Yes.

Ahmed, stop.

Please.

But we are married.

We are supposed to be together.

And we will be.

I promise we will be.

Tomorrow.

- Walid: He's my brother's son.
- Yussef: It's not as if you had a choice.

They're very good
at this sort of thing, you know.

They'll be using stun grenades.

Lots of sound and light, but no blood.

Right.
They save that for the hangings.

Yussef, I've shown you where he is.

They're going to do what they have to do.

Must I sit here and watch it?

Close your eyes if you want.

All done.

Cigarette?

I have asked our friend
from the United States

to join us as we have some news

to share that will be of interest to him.

Approximately 45 minutes ago,

soldiers from the president's office

for internal security

took Ihab Rashid and ten of his followers

and a substantial cache of illegal weaponry into custody.

Thank you, General.

You have your country's gratitude.

I am happy. I hope
the united states is happy, too.

Anything that signals the end of the mass arrests

and checkpoints and roadblocks and curfews

absolutely pleases the United States, yes.

Very kind. General...?

At 12:00 noon, day after tomorrow,

we will hang Ihab Rashid
in the Capitol square.

And, at that time, all the domestic protocols
you mentioned will cease.

In plenty of time for the pilgrimages,
I might add.

Wait, they're gonna
publicly hang him?

They still do that here?

- John: Practically the national pastime.
- Barry: Without a trial.

- John: Why delay the fun?
- Jamal: Bassam. Is there a problem?

No, um... I don't know.
I-it just seems, as an outsider,

that death by hanging,
without even the benefit of a trial,

seems a kind of barbaric way to deal with your enemies.

It actually is quite effective.

The strategic goal is to strike fear
into the hearts of anyone

contemplating a challenge to this regime.

And in my experience,

the sight of a body swinging
from a noose strikes abundant fear.

Thank you, everyone.
This meeting is adjourned.

Hello?

Fauzi. It's Bassam. You called.

My old friend. So, I'm hearing
that you've joined the opposition.

Special counsel to the president.
Impressive.

Any way I can get a meeting?

What are you talking about?

Two days ago,
you couldn't wait to get rid of me.

Okay, sure.
When do you want to meet?

Now.

Fauzi, it's 10:00 at night.

I'm not gonna see Molly
and the kids for a while.

Can't this hold?

Well, I'm not sure
if it matters to you,

but you're about to execute the wrong man.

Well, that... that's the first I've heard of it, but...

Yeah, of course it matters, if it's true.

Yeah, I've been working on this story

ever since Jamal was first ambushed.

Not that anybody's going to read it;
no one can.

There's no way to post it.

Someone did put that woman up to killing your brother,

but it wasn't Ihab Rashid.

Fauzi, if you really believe this,
then I need a name and I need it now.

Yeah, well, uh...

I need a favor.

What favor?

My daughter was arrested
this evening with Ihab and his followers.

See, the past few months,
she's become distant,

more and more religious,

but I had no idea
that she was involved with Ihab.

If you bring her home to me,
Bassam, I'll give you the name.

Wait a second, wait a second.

Y-you want me to free
your daughter from jail

and then bring her to you?

How am I supposed to do that?

Well, I'm sorry, my friend.

I... I thought that you were
the special counsel to the president.

So you Skype?

Sure.

But you've never been on a plane?

You've never... never left Abbudin?

What for?

I don't know, uh...

To see things, learn things... try things...

No.

I can do all that here.

As long as I'm careful.

Okay.

Then I guess when I,
when I go home tomorrow, we can, um...

Skype.

- Can I ask you something?
- Abdul: You can ask me anything.

- Sammy: Do your parents know?
- Abdul: Know what?

You okay?

So, your father told me...
and I told the judge who freed you...

That your getting arrested was an accident.

That you have nothing to do
with Ihab Rashid.

The problem is,
they found your car at his safe house,

so they're gonna ask questions.

Now, the best I could come up with,
of the top of my head, is that

you were carjacked by some of his men

and they took you back there to, uh, to...

rob you and rape you.

It's not an ideal story,
but... but I need you to stick with it

and not say anything different
to your friends.

I don't want to give the government
an excuse to put you back in jail.

Can I count on you to play along?

Oh! I'm so happy to see you.

What the hell were you doing
with those men? Ihab Rashid?

I was trying to make a difference.

Something you wouldn't understand.

Samira, wait.

Did you thank the man, at least?

He's an Al Fayeed.
I don't owe him anything. He owes me.

She's young.

I keep telling myself
it's going to pass.

I just want her to live through it.

I'm sorry about your father.

No, you're not.

I am.

I knew his son.

He's a good friend of mine.

I asked him for a favor and he did it.

I think he deserves better
than to be insulted by a child.

The only thing I deserve is
what you promised me:

the name of the man
who tried to kill my brother.

Very well.

I was going to scan
these documents and post them tonight.

Instead, I'm going to give them to you.

The man you're looking for is Hamid Mahfouz.

Fatma's husband?
No, we've already talked to him.

He's the one who testified against
Ihab at the council.

Yeah, well...

you might also want to look at the analysis
of what really was in that syringe.

Bassam, I have friends at the lab.

I trust you won't compromise their safety.

I don't understand.
We already know what was in the syringe.

It was ricin,
just like it said in all the news reports.

Read the research, talk to Mahfouz
and then decide what to do, Bassam.

Hamid Mahfouz?

Yes.

I'm the president's brother.

I'm Bassam Al Fayeed.

I'm also the president's special counsel.

I want you to tell me why you're in prison.

Because I gave my wife Fatma
a needle full of ricin

to kill president Jamal Al Fayeed,

at the behest of Ihab Rashid.

That is not why you're in prison.

Why are you in prison?

It's 12:30 at night and
I'm asking you a question.

But I just told you the answer.

No. You told me
what you were told to tell me.

What did they promise you?

Who was it?

- General Tariq?
- Hamid: General Tariq promised me nothing.

That they'd execute Ihab Rashid and

in a couple of months you'd be out of here?

'Cause you know that's never gonna happen.

Listen to me, you are in prison

because you know too much, my friend.

And I don't believe
you're ever getting out of here.

What do I know?

Well, at the very least...

I think you know
there was no ricin in that syringe.

And I'm betting
you've never even met Ihab Rashid.

- Hamid: Yes, I...
- Barry: No.

See, I have a report right here

that says the only thing
in that syringe was bathroom cleanser.

Now, I have to believe,

if you really were working for Ihab Rashid,

he's not gonna risk his one shot
at my brother on tub and tile cleaner.

How are your kids?

Your two boys?

They told you anything about them?

They told you where they are?

Have they even shown you a picture?

I'm the president's brother, Hamid.

And I pledge to you...

even though we both know
you tried to kill him...

tell me what's really going on here

and I will make sure
that no matter what happens to you,

your children will be cared for.

That is my promise to you.

Your brother is the devil!

Your brother destroyed my life.

Okay, listen,
I know that your wife and my brother...

Your brother would come to my home
whenever he felt like it.

Take my wife.

Do whatever he wanted with her,

while me and my sons
sit outside in the hall,

listening to him grunt and groan.

Guns pointed to our heads.

When he leaves, she would cry

until there were no more tears in her body.

Week in and week out, over and over again.

You said she loved him.

"Loved him"?!

We were at the market buying food

when he saw her from his fancy car.

He picked her out like a piece of meat.

"Loved him"?

Every time he leaves,

she would bathe in scalding hot water

just to burn his essence off her skin.

And finally, one day,
she came to me and told me,

"if he comes here one more time,
I will kill myself."

And I told her, "no.
This is backwards. We will kill him."

"We must kill him."

What are you doing?

I don't think
I can do this without you.

And I don't think I can not do this.

Are you okay?
You look like you've been through a war.

Is this you finally asking me to stay?

This is me pleading with you.

I can't... do it by myself. It's so dark.

Every time I, I think I've hit the bottom,
there's a, there's another sub-basement.

And I just need,
I need one other sane person here

that I can talk to, just-just one other sane person.

Okay. I'm here.

We're all here as long as you need us. Okay?

As long as it's safe.

- Barry: Okay.
- Molly: Yeah.

Okay. Okay.

I'll be back.

Wait. Where you going?
It's the middle of the night.

To make it safe.

It's your brother.

What?

Goddamn it, I don't know
what the hell is wrong with you.

Aah, Bassam, you're choking me!
It's okay. He's my brother.

You could have anyone.
But it had to be her, didn't it?

The weakest.

The meekest.

With her husband
and her children within earshot.

Why is it only satisfying
for you to pummel the other person?

Huh? That something you learned from dad?

Stop it.

Stop it!

What are you both doing?

You're insane.

Jamal, what is he talking about?

- Jamal: Nothing that concerns you.
- Barry: Oh, really?

'Cause I'd be interested
to hear Leila's opinion on that.

Why don't we ask her?

Yes, please.

I would love that.

No, it's between you and me.

Listen, I know you are upset.

If we could just talk, me and you.

Please.

Come.

Brother, I know I have done bad things.
But I am the president now.

My wife is back home with me.

You are back in Abbudin with me.

I want to be a new man.

And this will never happen again.

Why don't I believe that?

You know that, in less than 24 hours,

you're gonna hang an innocent man?

No. Ihab Rashid is not an innocent man.

He's innocent of this.

He had nothing to do with that woman.

How do you know that?

Let's start with the fact
that your witness was coerced

and your evidence is completely fabricated.

That is General Tariq's doing.
I'm not necessarily aware of...

- Barry: Stop it.
- Jamal: The evidence is beside the point.

Let's say there is no evidence.

What difference does it make?

The man is plotting
the overthrow of my government.

If he's not guilty of this,
he's guilty of something else.

That's not how it works!

This is the 21st century, okay?

The whole world is watching
and you're gonna get caught.

And when people figure out

that you knowingly killed
this rock star of a rebel leader

for a crime he didn't commit,

you'll be staring
at a full-blown revolution.

They'll hang you, they'll hang your son.

They'll hang me, if I'm still here.

And not a country on the planet
is gonna lift a finger to stop them.

What do you want me to do?

Just tell me what to do and I will do it.

They are building the gallows.

The Capitol is waiting for the pilgrims.

The whole world is watching, as you say.

What will you have me do?

Open the jails and set everyone free?

Yeah. Yeah.
We could start with that, sure.

Apparently
it's a new day in Abbudin.

President Jamal Al Fayeed,

in office less than a week
since the death of his father,

freed 30-some political prisoners
today and admitted

that the manhunt
used as a pretext to round them up

was based on the mistaken assumption
that their leader was involved

in an assassination attempt
on the President's life...

You have to apologize.

You have to say you're sorry.

Those two children
already lost their mother.

Now, I need to know they'll be cared for.

You have to guarantee they'll be cared for.

Money, schooling...

We're talking a million dollars.

In a trust fund. Irrevocable.

This is some bargain
you are brokering, brother.

And what do I get?

You get me... here... with you...
helping to fix this place.

Oh, yeah. And you get a body to hang.

Is everything okay?

You worked out what you needed with Bassam?

It was nothing.

A passing storm.

We are brothers.

Brothers fight.

It was nothing.

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