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.
Ihab: — Now thank him for sending us Samira.
— You have filled your pockets collaborating with the Al Fayeeds.
Barry: — I’m an Al Fayeed. That means I’m a powerful man here.
Molly: — Are you saying you want to stay ?
Jamal: — Without family, we have nothing.
— Without family, we are nothing.
Barry: — Jamal, it’s, uh… it’s me, Bassam.
— What would you think if I hung around for a while ?
[ pounding on door ]
[ door creaks open ]
Ziad: — Good morning.
Hamid: — Good morning.
Ziad: — Are you Hamid Mahfouz ?
— Are you the husband of this woman ?
Child: — Mommy ?
Ziad: — I believe that you are.
— I need you to come with us.
Hamid: — What about my children ? Who will take care of them ?
Ziad: — You have neighbors. — Baba !
— They will keep an eye out.
[ shower running ]
— ♪ —
Leila: — Good morning.
— You have your first council meeting today.
Jamal: — How long have you been here in my bed ?
Leila: — Most of the night. Jamal: — Why ?
Leila: — I…
— I didn’t want you to spend the first night out of the hospital alone.
— It just seemed wrong.
[ Jamal exhales ]
— I’ve been giving it a lot of thought, Jamal.
— I think it’s important that we behave like a couple again.
Jamal: — 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.
Jamal: — For me ?
Leila: — Yes, for you.
Jamal: — 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.
Leila: — Bassam is staying ? Why ?
Jamal: — Because he is my brother.
— Because this is our home.
— And because he offered and I said yes.
Leila: — 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.
Leila: — Around the country.
Jamal: — Stop it.
Barry: — 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.
Sammy: — 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.
Sammy: — I mean, you know, I feel like we’re walking away
— from an excellent college essay experience, here.
Molly: — Can I talk to you in the other room ?
Barry: — Sure.
Molly: — What if we stay, too ?
Barry: — 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.
Barry: — 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.
Barry: — 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.
Molly: — 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 ?
[ men talking indistinctly ]
Walid: — Shouldn’t Jamal hear from me personally ?
Yussef: — It’s better if I go alone.
Walid: — But… Oh, Bassam.
Yussef: — You remember Walid Rashid, from the wedding ?
Barry: — Of course.
Walid: — Uh…
Yussef: — Yeah.
Walid: — Uh-uh-uh…
[ talking quietly ]
[ Jamal clears throat ]
Jamal: — 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.
Barry: — 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.
Jamal: — 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.
[ Yussef clears throat ]
Yussef: — 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.
Jamal: — Walid gave you this, Yussef ?
Yussef: — Yes.
Jamal: — And is Walid not the uncle of Ihab Rashid,
— the very man we are looking for ?
Yussef: — Yes.
Jamal: — Then tell Walid to hand over his cowardly nephew,
— and General Tariq will suspend the curfew, the roadblocks and everything else.
— Simple.
Yussef: — If Walid knew where his nephew was, he’d tell us.
Jamal: — Have you asked him ?
Yussef: — Of course. And General Tariq has questioned him as well.
— He claims he does not know his nephew’s whereabouts.
Jamal: — You know what ? I don’t believe him.
— Do you believe him, General ?
Tariq: — 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.
Tariq: — 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 !
Tariq: — Again.
— Were you aware of the… friendship between your wife
— and the president ?
Hamid [ crying ]: — She, uh… she said she loved him.
Tariq: — But if she loved him, why then did she try to kill him ?
Hamid: — 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.
Tariq: — Thank you for your testimony, Mr. Mahfouz.
— We can transport the witness back to the prison.
Hamid: — Mr. President, please ! Please, I had no choice !
— I swear ! Have some mercy on me and my children, please !
Tariq: — 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.
Jamal: — 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…
Samira: — Going to work.
Fauzi: — So you’re babysitting ?
Samira: — Mm-hmm.
Fauzi: — Samira… don’t forget the curfew.
Samira: — Okay.
— But if they need me to stay over, I’ll call you.
[ Jamal sighs ]
Jamal: — 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. [ Barry clears his throat ]
Barry: — As your doctor,
— I’m advising you to stop mixing brandy with your prescription opioids.
— I believe it’s time for dinner.
Jamal: — 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.
Samira: — You know they’ve shut off the internet again.
Ihab: — Mm-hmm.
Samira: — 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.
Ihab: — Even though I had nothing to do with it.
[ wry laugh ]
— You scared ? Hmm ?
— No one knows that we are here except my uncle.
— We are in the middle of nowhere.
— So…
[ indistinct chatter nearby ]
— What are you doing ? Open.
— Samira, you are offending Allah.
Samira: — But am I offending you ? Ihab: — Yes.
Nusrat: — Ahmed, stop.
— Please.
Ahmed: — But we are married.
— We are supposed to be together.
Nusrat: — And we will be.
— I promise we will be.
— Tomorrow.
[ Ahmed sighs ]
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.
[ Walid laughs wryly ]
Walid: — 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 ?
Yussef: — Close your eyes if you want.
[ explosive popping in distance ]
Yussef: — All done.
Yussef: — Cigarette ?
[ cell phone buzzing ]
[ footsteps approaching ]
[ Jamal clears his throat ]
Jamal: — 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.
Tariq: — 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.
[ applause ]
Jamal: — Thank you, General.
— You have your country’s gratitude.
— I am happy. I hope the united states is happy, too.
John: — Anything that signals the end of the mass arrests
— and checkpoints and roadblocks and curfews
— absolutely pleases the United States, yes.
Jamal: — Very kind. General… ?
Tariq: — 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.
[ applause ]
Barry: — 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 ?
Barry: — 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.
Tariq: — 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.
Jamal: — Thank you, everyone. This meeting is adjourned.
[ men talking quietly ] [ phone ringing ]
Fauzi: — Hello ?
Barry: — Fauzi. It’s Bassam. You called.
Fauzi: — 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 ?
Barry: — 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 ?
Fauzi: — Now.
Barry: — Fauzi, it’s 10:00 at night.
— I’m not gonna see Molly and the kids for a while.
— Can’t this hold ?
Fauzi: — Well, I’m not sure if it matters to you,
— but you’re about to execute the wrong man.
Barry: — Well, that… that’s the first I’ve heard of it, but…
— Yeah, of course it matters, if it’s true.
Fauzi: — 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.
Barry: — Fauzi, if you really believe this, then I need a name and I need it now.
Fauzi: — Yeah, well, uh…
— I need a favor.
Barry: — What favor ?
[ sighs ]
Fauzi: — 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.
Barry: — 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 ?
Fauzi: — Well, I’m sorry, my friend.
— I… I thought that you were the special counsel to the president.
Sammy: — So you Skype ?
Abdul: — Sure.
Sammy: — But you’ve never been on a plane ?
— You’ve never… never left Abbudin ?
Abdul: — What for ?
Sammy: — I don’t know, uh…
— To see things, learn things… try things…
Abdul: — No.
— I can do all that here.
— As long as I’m careful.
Sammy: — 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 ?
[ Sammy breathing passionately ]
Barry: — You okay ?
[ Barry clears throat ]
— 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 ?
Fauzi: — Oh ! I’m so happy to see you.
— What the hell were you doing with those men ? Ihab Rashid ?
Samira: — I was trying to make a difference.
— Something you wouldn’t understand.
Fauzi: — Samira, wait.
— Did you thank the man, at least ?
Samira: — He’s an Al Fayeed. I don’t owe him anything. He owes me.
[ door closes ]
[ Barry clears throat ]
Barry: — She’s young.
Fauzi: — I keep telling myself it’s going to pass.
— I just want her to live through it.
— I’m sorry about your father.
Barry: — No, you’re not.
Fauzi: — 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.
Barry: — The only thing I deserve is what you promised me:
— the name of the man who tried to kill my brother.
Fauzi: — 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.
Barry: — Fatma’s husband ? No, we’ve already talked to him.
— He’s the one who testified against Ihab at the council.
Fauzi: — 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.
Barry: — I don’t understand. We already know what was in the syringe.
— It was ricin, just like it said in all the news reports.
Fauzi: — Read the research, talk to Mahfouz and then decide what to do, Bassam.
[ chains jangling ]
Barry: — Hamid Mahfouz ?
Hamid: — Yes.
Barry: — 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.
Hamid: — Because I gave my wife Fatma a needle full of ricin
— to kill president Jamal Al Fayeed,
— at the behest of Ihab Rashid.
Barry: — 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.
Hamid: — But I just told you the answer.
Barry: — 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.
Barry: — 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.
Hamid: — What do I know ?
Barry: — 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.
Hamid: — Your brother is the devil !
— Your brother destroyed my life.
Barry: — Okay, listen, I know that your wife and my brother…
Hamid: — 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.
Barry: — You said she loved him.
Hamid: — “Loved him” ?!
[ Hamid sobs ]
— 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.”
[ Molly gasps ]
Molly: — What are you doing ?
Barry: — I don’t think I can do this without you.
— And I don’t think I can not do this.
Molly: — Are you okay ? You look like you’ve been through a war.
— Is this you finally asking me to stay ?
Barry: — 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.
Molly: — 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.
Barry: — Okay. Okay.
— I’ll be back.
Molly: — Wait. Where you going ? It’s the middle of the night.
Barry: — To make it safe.
Guard: — It’s your brother.
Jamal: — What ?
[ both grunting ]
Barry: — Goddamn it, I don’t know what the hell is wrong with you.
Jamal: — Aah, Bassam, you’re choking me ! It’s okay. He’s my brother.
Barry: — 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 ?
[ Jamal grunting ]
[ both yelling ]
Leila: — Stop it.
— Stop it !
— What are you both doing ?
Barry: — You’re insane.
Leila: — 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 ?
Leila: — Yes, please.
— I would love that.
Jamal: — 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.
Barry: — Why don’t I believe that ?
— You know that, in less than 24 hours,
— you’re gonna hang an innocent man ?
Jamal: — No. Ihab Rashid is not an innocent man.
Barry: — He’s innocent of this.
— He had nothing to do with that woman.
Jamal: — How do you know that ?
Barry: — Let’s start with the fact that your witness was coerced
— and your evidence is completely fabricated.
Jamal: — 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.
Barry: — 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.
Jamal: — 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 ?
Barry: — Yeah. Yeah. We could start with that, sure.
Reporter: — 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…
Bassam: — You have to apologize.
— You have to say you’re sorry.
Barry: — 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.
Jamal: — This is some bargain you are brokering, brother.
— And what do I get ?
Barry: — You get me… here… with you… helping to fix this place.
— Oh, yeah. And you get a body to hang.
[ Jamal sighs ]
Leila: — Is everything okay ?
— You worked out what you needed with Bassam ?
Jamal: — It was nothing.
— A passing storm.
— We are brothers.
— Brothers fight.
— It was nothing.
[ sighs ] [ grunts ]
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