Tyrant (2014–2016): Season 2, Episode 1 - Mark of Cain - full transcript

Previously on Tyrant...

It's Barry... Bassam.

I'm coming... for my nephews wedding?

It's not just me, you know.
Dad doesn't want to go either.

Why do you think he hasn't

been back in 20 years?

Little brother.

Jamal.

The wedding night is very special.

It would break Ahmed's heart

if the woman he married wasn't pure.



There it is.

I'm beginning to think he's insane.

I'm here as a man and a servant of Allah.

Did anyone appoint me?

Protest like these need to be
strangled in their crib.

Peaceful demonstration
is a basic human right.

I am the true voice of Abbudin,

not this terrorist, Ihab Rashid.

So you want to have a coup,

oust your own brother?

There will be no peace in Abbudin

with my brother in power.

He has to be removed.

For the sake of our family, us,



I'm asking you to come home with us.

Don't expect us to come back.

I'm sorry, Jamal.

I didn't want it to be this way.

We both need to pick our friends better.

General, you may arrest your prisoner.

Jamal will rule this country
for the rest of his life.

Men in prison get out of prison.

As long as he's alive, you're not safe.

I will sentence my brother to death.

If you don't want to show him mercy,

show mercy to me.

FOUR MONTHS LATER

Hurry. We'll be late to the Palace.

FREE BASSAM. FREE ABUDDIN.

Knight to queen's bishop 3.

What?

It's my move.

I'm done playing, Jamal.

Well, I'm not.

Knight to queen's bishop 3.

You look thin.

Yeah, well, my, um...

my appetite isn't what it used to be.

Just let me see Molly.

I'll bring you some cookies.

the pecan ones you like

from the baker next the Grey Mosque.

Gift-wrapped apologies?

You think I'm apologizing to you?

Why would I apologize to you?

I'm waiting for you
to say "sorry."

Just once.

I'm sorry.

I am.

I'm sorry I put us in this position.

That's not what I meant.

Jamal...

I did what I had to do.

Now, please...

please...

do what you have to do.

You can't force me to move.

I have the upper hand.

I could keep you in here, my prisoner

for the rest of your life.

Knight to queen's bishop 3.

These keep cropping up.

Faster than we can cover them.

Not just Ma'an but here is Asima.

Even behind bars.

Bassam is galvanizing
the students and the liberals.

Not all of them.

I've been working with students,
hundreds of them,

who want a unified and peaceful Abbudin.

Who tell you what you want to
hear because they fear you.

Your cynicism is an occupational hazard?

These are just a few
troublemakers and idealists.

A few?

Almost a million.

Tweets and and social media
postings calling to free Bassam.

And these are just from
the last three days.

Shut down the service.

It isn't the service that
needs shutting down.

It's been three weeks

since the trial court pronounced
the death sentence.

What's Jamal waiting for?

He won't talk about it.

Not even to you?

Has Jamal lost his nerve?

- It's raising questions.
- I understand.

Alive, Bassam gives the people hope.

Dead, he'd be forgotten.

And your husband, would be free
from his brother's living ghost.

It's time to show the world
that Abbudin is open for business.

With our new friends from China,

we will develop these fields.

Thousands of jobs will be
created for the people of Ma'an.

And they will have you to thank.

Me?

I'm appointing you Minister
of Energy Development.

Effective immediately.

What do you say?

I don't know anything
about the oil business.

You will learn.

We will learn together.

The thing is I've been talking
to some investors from Dubai

about opening a boutique hotel.

The site that we're looking
at is in London,

so I-I would have to relocate.

Why would you move to a
place without sun?

I don't mind the rain.

And the people their
skin looks like cheese.

It's a good opportunity.

I can show you the business
plan as soon as we're finished.

Son, I give you the chance

to bring Abuddin into the 21st century,

and you want to open a
boutique hotel in London.

You tell your friends from
Dubai to find another partner

who's name isn't Al Fayeed.

Here we found artifacts from over
4,000 years ago of a vibrant trade.

So not only has Abbudin
been at the crossroads

of the world's economy for millennia,

it is also the source of an ancient culture

shared by all of us who call Abbudin home.

Halima Nair made that film to
introduce our cultural treasures

to your great nation.

Like Halima, these students
all hail from Ma'an.

As First Lady, I've enlisted them

to serve as ambassadors
of the president's vision

for the future of Abbudin.

This is just a sample of
the artifacts they've excavated,

which will be exhibited
next year at the Louvre.

Please, feel free to ask the students

any questions you have.

Your soldiers have been targeted
by a series of terrorist attacks in Ma'an.

Aren't you worried that

the insurgency will undermine
these lofty plans?

Our hearts are heavy with the pain

for the loss of our brave soldiers,

but we will not allow a few troublemakers,

enemies of peace, to stand
in the way of our dream

for a united and peaceful Abbudin.

Next time, let's find someone
closer to my size.

Musa, cover it.

Malik, this arms the trigger, okay?

Don't worry, Coach.

I'll see you soon.

Okay, let's go.

Everyone take different
routes back to the safe house.

Yes.

Just have to take a piss.

Hey, you!

Mr. President, General Tariq.

Hello.

Yes, Uncle.

How many?

I'm here.

Convene the council.

One of Rashid's men just
killed seven of my soldiers.

The week before, he killed a dozen.

You should be ordering me to
clear Ma'an street by street

instead of tying my hands.

Ahmed, did you hear me
tell my uncle not to retaliate?

No.

All I said was respond proportionately.

Avoid civilian targets.

There are no civilian targets in Ma'an.

Not as long as they keep
giving sanctuary to Rashid.

Colonel Mahmoud, how much

of Ma'an is still actively
supporting the insurgency?

Well, our most recent intelligence, uh,
estimate is running at ten percent.

And last month?

It was twice that, Mr. President.

We are going in the right direction.

But you will never win.

Look at Syria.

In ten years from now,
with foreign investment

gone because of the risk
and thousands dead,

you'll be asking me
why we didn't end this today,

once and for all.

What exactly do you want me to do?

Our intelligence has identified

Al-Jafar as the base of Ihab's support.

I know the problem.

What is the solution?

A limited chemical attack
on that neighborhood

would break the back
of the insurgency.

My office, Uncle.

Ahmed will brief you
about the groundbreaking.

Uncle...

I won't be a pariah or a criminal.

I want those stocks of gas
destroyed immediately.

Colonel Mahmoud
has assets inside Ma'an.

He'll find you a target.

And I don't mean civilians.

Yes, Mr. President.

You would never have dared

say those things in front of my brother.

Even though he's not here,

I keep his voice inside
my head for safekeeping.

Yes, Mr. President.

What's going on over there?

The Chinese are taking

over our old embassy.

I just miss you, guys.

I miss you, too.

Are you writing your father?

Yup. Every day.

What are you saying?

Uh, that I understand

why he did what he did,

and that I'm proud of him

no matter what happens.

- Sammy...
- What?

I'm saying exactly what
you tell me to say.

Not that it matters
'cause he's probably

not getting them anyway, so...

Honey, I got to go.

Listen to me.

Our job is to never
give up hope.

Sammy?

Yup, I know.

I'll call you back after
Emma gets home, okay?

I love you.

I love you, too, Mom.

Nothing.

They won't budge, and I'm not

welcome back there anymore.

I spoke to a lawyer from
Amnesty this afternoon.

They're circulating a
petition on Barry's behalf.

Ten Nobel Peace Prize winners
have already signed.

Uh, I'm waiting to hear back
from the woman at the U. N.

Commission on Human Rights.

Oh, and I wrote a letter
to the Canadian ambassador...

What? You think this is useless?

No. You're right to keep pushing.

- You must never...
- Never give up hope.

I know, yeah.

You're poisoning
my son against me.

Whispering in his ear
about leaving Abbudin

to open a sweet
chic little hotel.

What are you talking about?

London?

It wasn't your idea?

No.

This is the first I've heard of it.

I'm making him Minister

of Energy Development,
and he tells me he wants to move away.

I assumed you put him up to it.

Why would I do that?

You know I know the deal.

I wouldn't call it that.

You raped me at your
own son's wedding,

and then you killed my father
for defending my honor.

And I'll never say
a word of any of it

or speak against the
family because of this...

your grandchild.

And this baby, my
baby, is your heir after Ahmed.

Jamal?

That's the deal, isn't it?

You wrote the terms.

You want this deal, you
keep your husband in line.

What are you two
doing out here?

He's kicking.

Only when he hears
his grandfather.

Come, we need to approve
the seating chart for tomorrow night.

I want it to be just right.

It will be.

Put Ahmed next the
Chinese ambassador.

He needs to develop
that relationship.

And I'll put Nusrat next to the
wife of the Minister of Culture.

It's good she's
managed to move past

the unpleasant business
with her father

and take her place in the family.

She's a pragmatic woman.

Colonel Mahmoud
found the target.

I need your approval.

Tell me.

I hab's weapons depot,
above a dress shop.

That sounds promising.

Proportionate, anyway.
Then I approve.

Where are we putting Tariq?

Set the date, Jamal.

It's time to end this.

Tariq, put you up to this.

So what is he did?

I put Bassam on trial,
asked for the death sentence

and I will do this, too,
in my own time.

I have another color.

Excuse me.

I'm looking for my daughter.

Where is she?

Samira.

Your father's downstairs.

These were just
delivered by Amnesty.

The Dutch government granted us
political refugee status.

Amsterdam?

I can write from there.
I'll fight from there.

Amnesty's funding a journal
for dissident voices,

and they want me to run it.

A journal for the Europeans to
feel better about themselves.

This is where the fight is.

Your insurgency?

Yes.

You may not approve,
but Jamal's left us no choice.

This is slow-motion suicide.

We kill seven soldiers today.

And twice as many
the week before.

That's a stalemate with no end
where everybody loses.

And even if you would win,
what happens then?

Half of you are Islamists,
the other half is liberals.

What it will be?

Democracy or theocracy?

We can argue about
what kind of country

this is going to be after
the Al Fayeeds are gone.

We would let the
people decide.

It's the one thing
we all agree on,

self-determination.

Tell me, where were your
friends in Amsterdam

when Jamal outlawed Ihab's
party and stole the elections?

Or when he shut off the
internet and sent his soldiers

to hunt us like animals?

Have the last six
months changed me?

Yes.

Yes, because the world
has changed.

And I'm not going to get
my country back

by writing articles
in Amsterdam!

I'm afraid for you.

I'm afraid, too.

But your friend Bassam,

he is still fighting.
So how can we stop?

How can you stop?

How come I'm the last one to find out

that I'm the wife of the new
Minister of Energy Development?

Doesn't it strike you a little absurd

How am I qualified to be
Minister of anything?

Your father believes in your potential.

- My potential?
- Yes.

For what? Killing insurgents?

Convincing the same tribes we've
been killing for generations

that we don't hate them anymore
because we're building

an oil refinery in Ma'an?

Where is this coming from?

From him.

Our child.

I mean, what if we have a boy?

Maybe another year or two,
we have another son.

What if one tries to
overthrow the other?

This is about your uncle.

My uncle, your father, Ihab Rashid.

All we know here is blood
and violence and revenge.

- It's what we do.
- Ahmed...

Look at me.

I can't even kill a bottle
of whiskey at 20 paces.

I'm not good at this.

This isn't me.

This isn't the life I want.

And after what my father did to yours...

... I can't see why you would want it either.

We have enough money
to live wherever we want.

Do you really think that your
father will just let you leave?

His only son?

He'll disinherit you.

This life we have, it didn't
cost you anything.

But I paid for it.

Everything...

that I had was taken from me.

This baby is an Al Fayeed.

And I want him... of her...

to have whatever that means.

I know that it seems like
a funny kind of revenge...

...but it's all I have.

Jamal thinks his refinery
will give him legitimacy.

Let him build it.
We'll just tear it down.

What's happening?

- Wait here.
- Ihab...

Wait here!

Our weapons!

Our weapons!

- Hey!
- Malik!

Muss sold us out!

Muss is no traitor.

Ibrahim caught him
leaving Ma'an half an hour ago.

With his wife.

I swear to God, I didn't sell you out.

Bullshit!

Malik told us everything you said!

So it's true.

It's true.

I don't want to become a martyr
to a hopeless cause.

We'll never have enough bullets
or bombs to beat Jamal.

I'm only saying out loud
what each and every one of us

is already thinking!

We're dying for nothing!

The people are getting tired
of the raids and the checkpoints.

And they're blaming us.

And look at us!

We're turning on each other.

You can kill me, but
whoever betrayed you

will still be out there.

Muss...

I believe you.

I know that you are no traitor.

You don't have...

don't have the balls
to be a traitor.

Go to Belrut.

Go.

To Belrut.

Anyone else who want to
go with him, you can go now.

I-I won't stop you.

Jamal Al Fayeed...

he can take all our weapons.

I will get new weapons.

We will keep striking him
and striking him until he falls.

Allow her to see Bassam.

No harm can come of it.

She's still the mother
of your niece and nephew,

and they are still your family.

Since when did you become her advocate?

We've spent some time together...

... in the last few months.

Didn't know that.

It's made it easier for us both,
to have someone to talk to.

Please, stop looking at her.

Zero contact.

That was my explicit order.

Now, please... just leave.

Think about it.

You're torturing everyone
with your indecision.

Including yourself.

Including Bassman, for whom
I'm sure this wait

- in no favor.
- Don't cross me.

- I told you...
- Al Zazeera.

Those monkeys are calling you Hamlet.

The president who cannot make up his mind.

We are hosting a state dinner.

It's supposed to be a celebration

I can't very well kill my brother
while our guest are here.

Then do it before.

Make the arrival of the
Chinese your deadline.

Otherwise, this will go on forever.

And how will the plan go away?

How will it ever be better, Jamal?

Stop me if I've already
told you this story.

Barry and I went to Paris, like...

six months after we got married.

I haven't heard this one.

Romantic, but on the cheap.

One of those hotel rooms
where you roll off the bed

right into the toilet.

April in Paris.

It was maybe 30 degrees,
snowed every day.

Some bad trip karma.

Yeah.

I have that problem.

If I close my eyes,

I can almost remember I came here
to go to a wedding.

And now...

I think the message is...

stay home.

Let's go.

Exiley?

It's time to go.

Exiley...

I told you, I'm not playing anymore!

Hi.

Hey.

I missed you.

I was sure I was never
gonna see you again.

Barry...

it's over.

Tomorrow morning,

they're carrying out your sentence.

Hey.

Molly.

It's okay.

All right?

I'm ready.

They're making me leave tonight.

There's a plane.

Do the kids know?

The soldiers took my phone

before I could call them.

When you see them, tell them

that their letters kept me sane.

Okay?

Or... saner than I would've been.

I will.

They love you so much.

Did, um...

did Sammy sign up for the SAT
It's coming up soon, right?

- Yeah, I'm on it. Jennas on it.
- Okay.

My practice, uh, the partnership
agreements in the safe in my office.

Lorraine's got the combination.

And for all of the legal side,
you got to talk to Rachel Wilson.

- She's...
- I know. I know.

I made a list.

I'm gonna take care of everything.

Okay?

I feel like there's so much
I want to tell you

I don't know where to start.

Could you just...

tell me that...

you forgive me?

Or that you understand

why I did what I did.

Everybody lies in this place but you.

Everything you said Jamal
would so, he's done.

Outlawed free speech, the opposition...

But, Barry...you've inspired the people.

Free Bassam.

Free Abbudin.

You've become a symbol.

So, what happened, what you did...

... your life will have mattered.

Your death won't have been in vain.

I'm sorry I made a mess of us.

No.

No.

It's time.

No.

You said five minutes.

You said five minutes, please. Please.

- Been five minutes.
- No.

No, no.

Please. Please.

Please, no.

I love you.

- You hear me? I love you.
- I love you.

I love you... I love...

Okay. Hold on.

I love you.

Molly?

Tonight's going to be a greater night
than your father ever had.

The world is going
to take notice of us.

Where is he?

Oh, not now.

Amira, please, don't do this.

You're as much to blame as he is.

You murdered your brother.

You just killed him.

You didn't tell me.

My son...

Who tried to steal the place
of your other son.

And you celebrate the same night!

Only a monster would do that.

Apparently, you have trouble figuring
out who the real monster is.

Please take her out of here.

- Murderer. You murderer.
- Amira.

Mr. Ambassador.

Madam.

Welcome to Abbudin.

We've been looking forward
to your visit.

Media's swarming the gate.

We're gonna meet your family on the tarmac.

Need a minute?

I just need to see my kids.

He told me to tell you
how much he loves you both.

... attack that killed 17 mourners in
a funeral procession outside Peshawer.

Early this morning in Abbudin,
the government

announced that Basaam Al Fayead
has been executed.

The American citizen was
convicted last month for inciting

a failed coup against his brother,
President Jamal Al Fayeed.

In the Yenemi capital, the Saudi - led
coalition smashed parts of...

You have to wake up.

Wake up from whatever
dream you're in.

There's a no hope here anymore,
only chaos or tyranny.

- Father...
- You don't have to say anything.

Just use it whenever you want.

I know it's not the home we hoped for,
but it can be home enough.

Maybe you should go with him.

Don't.

Samira.

Maybe your father is right.

Maybe there isn't any winning anymore.

- I'm not going to watch you die.
I'm not going to. - Shh. Hey.

Listen, this is my home.

You are my home.

I won't run away.

We need to keep faith.

We'll find an opening.

Jamal will make a mistake.

Hey.

We're going to live a long life.

How long will this take, Arif?

Not long.

Go.

Jamal.

You're not dead, Bassam.

At least not yet.

Wha...?

Arif sedated you,

switched you with another
enemy of the state

who had an appointment
with the gallows.

Why didn't you just let me hang?

I could have forgiven you
for killing me, Bassam.

Really, I could have.

But making me kill you, that I could
have never forgiven you for.

Your blood won't be on my hands.

This land you betrayed me for,
your own brother, I give it to you.

All of it.

Let the land you claim to love so
much... take care of you.

Jamal.

Jamal.

Jamal.

Jamal.