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

Previously on Tyrant...

Fauzi, it's Barry.
I'm coming for my nephew's wedding.

Dad doesn't want to go either. Why do you
think he hasn't been back in 20 years?

- Wait, wait.
- They're not my family. You're my family.

Bassam.

Father.

He's changed, Bassam.

- Little brother.
- Jamal.

People are always
spreading rumors about Ihab.

So he has no plans
to blow up my son's wedding?

Bassam, it's your father.



It should have been you.

He's gone.

Now you're in charge.

Jamal!

- We're going home. - We're not
even staying for Grandpa's funeral?

That's good. What is this?

Mr. Al-Fayeed?

I told you we shouldn't have come.

Yes, I've got them. We'll be there soon.

Yes, I will.

Yes, we are taking Bassam to the hospital.

Right.

Sammy?

I'm sorry.



Ye-Yes. I'm sure he is.

Yes, I will. Okay.

Bassam, I just got confirmation.

Jamal's accident wasn't an accident.

It was an attempt on his life.

Wait. Someone tried to kill Uncle Jamal?

I'm afraid so.

What did he do to make her
so angry? Look at this.

She bit right through the pudendal vein
and the circumflex artery.

Ouch.

Leila.

The woman who did this
to my husband... who was she?

A follower of Ihab Rashid.

I doubt she was working alone, General.

I've already arrested
dozens of Ihab's followers.

Put up checkpoints, imposed a curfew.

I'm ready to impose a complete blockade.

No one gets in or out of Ma'an.
No food, no supplies.

There will be pushback...
from Amnesty, the UN.

Would you rather I wait for your husband
to get out of surgery?

Just find Ihab Rashid.

Step over here.

This is your paperwork?

- I have to look inside.
- We did nothing.

Come on. Come on. Don't talk.

I drive this every day. What did we do?

Identification.

Curfew is at sundown.

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- Mohammed.
- Ihab.

- Ah, thank God you're all right.
- Yes, thank him.

I thank him for sending us Samira.

Where is Kamal?

They arrested him.

But we cleared out his warehouse
before the soldiers got there.

My uncle has arranged a safe house for us.
Come. Come.

It's my father.

Father?

Where are you? I've been calling you.

I'm just buying food
in case things get worse.

Samira, you shouldn't be on the streets.

Soldiers just killed
three people in Filan.

I will be home soon.

- Hurry.
- I will. I will.

Samira.

I have a bad feeling.

- It's the wrong time. You're not ready.
- Ihab.

Just... Just...

General Tariq will kill you.

Samira, go home.

Okay? Go home. Your father needs you.

You've been helpful enough already. Go.

Go home.

Just put them anywhere. Thanks.

Are we really staying here this time?

'Cause I was kind of
getting used to that hotel.

That might be difficult.
There are security concerns.

Uh, no, he's kidding.

- Adolescent irony can get
lost in translation. - Ah.

So, how long are we
staying here this time?

- Jesus. - At least until
your grandfather's funeral.

In the meantime, if you're looking for
something to do, we have many activities.

There is a gym and a spa, putting green...

- bowling alley and skeet-shooting range...
- Skeet shooting?

Your grandfather was an excellent shot.

It's your dad. Excuse me.

- He once scored a perfect...
- Hey. How's Jamal?

Uh, he went into surgery
just before I got here.

But, uh, I think they're expecting him
to make a full recovery.

Good. How are you doing?

Uh, I'm, uh... I'm okay, I guess.

Listen, can you...
Can you go online and rebook our flights?

- The funeral's tomorrow...
- Come on. Stop, stop.

Anytime you want a seat on a plane,
someone will get you a seat on a plane.

They'll get you the whole damn plane
if you want one.

Yeah, sure.

- I'm just in the habit of...
- Barry.

I know you don't want
to be here. I get that.

Honey, I just want to understand why.

My father...

Asked me to stay.

In the hospital just before
he died, he was...

He was asking me to come
back here and help Jamal.

Help him do what?

I don't know. Help him...

Help him start running
the country or, uh...

I don't know. It's crazy. It's...

Honey.

Your father's not here anymore.

You don't need to keep running
like the doors are slamming closed on you.

You don't know this place, Mol.
It's... It's not like back home.

Listen, um, can we talk about this later?

Barry.

Don't you want
to be here for my father?

Hmm?

I'm just tired, okay? That's all.

- I want to go home.
- Shh.

Nusrat's going back to the palace.

You should take her. Your father will be
in surgery for the rest of the day.

I want to be here when he wakes up.

You're a good son.

And you'll make a good husband.

Take Nusrat to her car. I'll be here.

Go.

Uncle.

I'm... I'm around if you need me.

Thanks.

Duty nurse said
he'd just gone into surgery.

Yussef was kind of vague
about his injuries...

but he said there was a, uh, woman
in the car with him.

Jamal can tell you himself.

Before he went under,
he kept asking to see you.

I didn't tell him you tried to run again.

- You know that it's hard for
me to be here. - Clearly.

Maybe someday we can be
honest with each other about why.

Bassam, look.

Leila! Where are you going?

- How did you find this place?
- My father.

He said it's where
the crusaders hid from Saladin.

Okay.

So they don't have this in Ameri...

You don't get this... in America.

- What are you...
- I don't want you to go. Please, don't go.

- Don't go.
- Leila.

I know, Bassam. Shut up. I know.

At least you have a reason to come back.

Twenty years, Bassam.

Twenty years,
and you're still running away.

That's my home.

That's my life now.

Right.

Treating overprivileged children
with ear infections.

Excuse me.

Molly wants me to call her about Jamal.

Sorry if I was a jerk before.

No, you weren't a jerk. I was.

We weren't expecting
to spend our honeymoon this way.

Your mother's right.

You know what? You're a good husband.

Nusrat?

Leave it!

Get out.

- Hurry!
- I can't! It's stuck!

Come on! Security! Come on!

- Fahmy, look.
- Go! Come on!

Where are you going? Get back here!

Forget it. Let's just go.
Let's get out of here.

We'll never get her out in time.

They're coming!

Shit!

Pull!

I suck at this.

- Who's that?
- Abdul.

Salaam alaikum.

Uh, walla...

- Something.
- Wa alaikum assalam.

Right. That thing.

- Hi.
- Hello.

- Abdul, this is my sister, Emma.
- Hey.

Please, um, accept my condolences.

Your grandfather was a great man.

And a great marksman.

So we've heard.

That's why we're here. To... remember him.

We were on his team.

We didn't know him very well.

Actually, we didn't know him
at all, so it's all pretty weird.

Sorry. My friend in the States
keeps harassing me.

Hey, McKenna, you'll never believe
what I'm doing right now.

She seems, uh, nice, your sister.

She's okay.

I've never done this before.
It was really cool actually.

So, we're leaving after the funeral...

and I thought maybe
we could hang out before I go.

I'd be disappointed if we didn't.

This is in our territory.
Do you understand that?

Leila, trust me.

I don't need this now.

Something happen with Jamal?

Nusrat's car has been ambushed.

They're holding her hostage.

- Who is?
- Ihab Rashid's terrorists.

Well, what do they want?
They must have demands.

We don't negotiate with terrorists.

- Do you even know what they want?
- Ahmed.

Let the general do his job.

Sir.

We have to leave.

I am coming with you.

I don't need my mother's permission.

Call me when Jamal's out of surgery.

I'll be at the palace.

Let me go, and I will do
everything I can...

To make sure you're treated fairly.

Keep her quiet.

Please.

- You're making a mistake.
- I said shut her up!

Shh.

We should have run when everyone else did.

When we had the chance.

And let my brother rot in prison?

He'll rot there anyway,
and we'll be dead. Look.

We're all going to die because of you.

Then we'll die.

And so will she.

You're back.

Jamal will be in surgery most of the day.

But, um, Nusrat...

John told me. It's awful.

What do you know about what's going on?

It's what I know about the players.

With your father gone,
Jamal out of commission...

Tariq's gonna do what Tariq does...
go in hard.

He doesn't have any incentive
to resolve this peacefully.

But he wouldn't risk Nusrat's life?

For Tariq, it's not even
consequences be damned.

The consequences give him political cover
that he's been looking for.

Cover to do what?

Impose martial law.
That's Tariq's playbook.

So, these terrorists holding Nusrat...

they're just a bunch of kids
in over their heads.

Can you, uh... Can you talk to him?

Oh, he wouldn't listen to me.
I represent the US government.

Now, he might listen to you.

Me?

You're an Al-Fayeed.

I have no standing here.

You're Khaled's son.

You're Jamal's brother.

Blood is everything in this place. You
don't need me to tell you that.

You could try.

John just wants you to talk to him.

Listen, if it's not something
that you're comfortable doing...

Uh, I'm not.

I get it. Just a thought.

Well... S-So how long will you be staying,
Ihab?

Don't worry, Uncle.
We won't abuse your hospitality.

No, no, no. It's just,
when you asked for a place to stay...

you never mentioned anything about
storing weapons and...

If trucks are seen coming and going, it
could arouse suspicion, you know?

Ah. Uncle.

Ihab! Ihab! Ow! Ow!

You have filled your pockets
collaborating with the Al-Fayeeds.

The only reason I have tolerated you is
because you're my father's brother.

Ihab!

Uncle, the time for playing both sides
is coming to an end.

It pains me to hear you make
such accusations...

when my only concern
is for your safety, Ihab.

- Ihab.
- Huh?

Kamal's brother, Fahmy,
ambushed a government car.

Fahmy?
He's a child.

He's taken a hostage.

Nusrat Al-Fayeed.

And General Tariq is there.

- Came to look for you, but... - John Tucker
told me you refuse to approach Tariq.

Was it Tucker asking me, or was it you?

What difference does it make?
The situation is the situation.

It didn't feel like my place
to get involved.

Your father is dead.
Your brother was nearly killed.

Your nephew's wife is being held hostage.

What more needs to happen
before you feel compelled to get involved?

I'm just here to pay respects
to my father.

How dare you?

You can't pay your respects to a man...

who you disrespected your whole life...

who spent his whole life
waiting for his son to come home to him.

He loved you, and you broke his heart.

I'm only glad that he died
before he had to see you run away again.

I am not running away. I'm going home.

Must be nice...

to absolve yourself
of all responsibility...

to have a place where you can go...
Pasadena...

where the pain of your family
doesn't follow you.

You think I couldn't have used a Pasadena
every once in a while?

We have three on position two.

One on position one. Keep contact.

Bassam, what are you doing here?
This is no place for you.

What's the, uh, situation?

You think I have time to brief you?

Uncle, I understand that they're children.

Who told you this? John Tucker?

Of course. Who else? These Americans.

Childhood in America is a different thing.

Terrorists start young here,
like gymnasts.

Have you offered them anything?

Yes, 20 minutes before I go in
and kill them all.

Bassam...

Or should I call you Barry?

This is not a game.

Are your men in position?

- They're not talking to us, Fahmy. They
won't negotiate. - Then we'll kill her.

- Don't say that.
- Why not?

Why does she deserve to live
any more than any of us?

You're crazy.

Because they are making us crazy!

My brother did nothing,
but they put him in prison.

And he'll die there unless I get him out.

You've never seen
a woman's breasts before...

have you?

Not in real life.

I always wanted to see them. In real life.

There's a woman out there
for you somewhere.

But you'll never find her.
Not if you stay here.

They're not watching the back door.

You can untie me,
and we can walk out of here together.

You don't deserve to die here.

Sniper team has a line of sight on one
of the terrorists.

- Take one out and move on target.
- Uncle.

- We're done talking.
- No, we're not.

Look, it's my niece in there.

If you won't wait for my brother...

then at least let me
go in and talk to them.

So I can tell Jamal
when he's out of surgery...

I let his brother get himself killed?

Go back to the palace, Bassam.

Better yet, go home.

You know what? I get it.

You don't even want Nusrat
to get out of this, do you?

Because if she lives...

then you lose your excuse
to crack down on Ihab and his followers.

I won't even dignify that with an answer.

I'm going in there.

Bassam!

Let him go.

Please, please. Please, you...

You idiot.

I told you don't talk with her!
You need to listen to me!

What the hell are you doing?

I'm not waiting for them
to come in here and kill us.

- What about my brother, huh?
- Get up.

- Ali! - I'm walking out
with her and begging for our lives.

Now you're the one who's crazy!
You think they'll just let you go?

- We'll find out. Come on.
- Let her go.

Or what? You'll shoot me?

- If I have to.
- Guys.

Shut up! Don't test me, Ali.

- Let go of her.
- Look.

I'm unarmed.

Don't come any closer.

- I just want to talk.
- I said don't move.

Fahmy!

Let's hear what he has to say.

Fine.

Slowly.

You okay?

Who are you?

He asked you who you are.

I'm Barry...

Bassam Al-Fayeed.

Jamal's brother?

And Khaled's son.

See? He's an even better
hostage than she is.

They will definitely
trade him for my brother.

No. That's never gonna happen.

But any minute now...

Tariq's men are gonna come in here
and kill all three of you.

None of us has to die,
not if you listen to me.

- Why should we listen to you when no
one listens to us? - Let him talk.

- - Tariq won't be
satisfied with you. Do you understand?

He'll go after your fathers
and your uncles and your cousins.

But if you put your weapons down
and walk out of here with me...

I promise you I'll do everything I can to
make sure you're fairly treated.

- Bullshit!
- Fahmy.

He is Al-Fayeed!

Only an Al-Fayeed can save you now.

You should have told me he was coming.
I won't forget you didn't.

General.

They're coming out!

- Nusrat!
- Go. Move in.

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry this happened.
I'm so happy you're alive.

Uncle.

Please, let them go.

Show them some mercy. They're just kids.

I gave them my word.

Your word?

As an Al-Fayeed.

A month from now, one of them
would have turned up...

at a bus stop or a train station
wearing a bomb.

Better their blood than ours.

Bassam, come.

You saved Nusrat.

If not for you, she would
have been killed too.

Let's go.

You suffered severe lacerations
and a lot of tissue damage.

But we managed to repair
the pudendal vein...

- and most of the necrosis around the bulbar...
- English. Speak English.

Did you fix me?

- The surgery was successful.
- You're not answering my question.

- I'm trying, Mr. President.
- Just tell me.

Will it work again?

It should.

Eventually.

But we'll know more
once you've had time to heal.

You are enjoying this, aren't you?

- Dr. Cohen, could you please
wait for me outside? - Of course.

Mr. President.

Jamal, your father...

whom I loved very much, died...

the day of our son's wedding.

Then you nearly unmanned yourself...

and left me a widow.

How could I possibly take
any pleasure in this?

Did you hear what she called me?

"Mr. President."

Something happened
while you were in surgery...

Mr. President.

- That's right. Yeah.
- Are you sure?

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

My husband needs to deliver the eulogy
tomorrow at his father's funeral.

He needs to be on his feet.

I'm not sure that's a good idea.

The president can't deliver the eulogy
from a wheelchair, can he?

- As long as he's careful.
- Good.

I'd also like to remind you to
keep this confidential...

because if the story leaks or...

gets on Twitter,
there will be consequences.

Don't threaten me, Mrs. Al-Fayeed.

Dr. Cohen, how old is your son now? Aryeh?

Seven?

I've been told he has a beautiful smile.

Thank you, Doctor.

- How is he?
- Still Jamal.

Can I go in?

Bassam.

Ahmed told me what you did.

Hey, hey, hey,
hey, hey, hey, hey. It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay. It's okay.

It's all right. Shh. It's okay.

Oh.

You need to go to your brother.

Jamal, easy on the morphine.

There he is... the great American hero.

- I doubt Uncle Tariq would agree.
- Tariq.

Father called him "The Hammer."

For him, every problem is a nail.

But, you know, sometimes
you need a hammer.

This motherless pig, Ihab Rashid...

he tried to kill me.

And he will try again
unless I kill him first.

I need to be stronger, brother.

Like Father.

You're ready for this, Jamal.

Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?

Jamal, get out right now!

- No, please. Please.
- Do you hear me?

- Get out of the car!
- No.

There.

It's done.

Leave him alone.

My whole life, I have been getting ready.

I knew this day will come.

Only, some part of me believed
he would live forever.

I keep expecting him
to walk through that door.

Angry, of course.

How do you work this?

Hey. You been up this whole time?

- I keep thinking about those boys.
- Oh.

Baby.

That's not your fault.
You did everything you could.

Yeah.

You saved Nusrat.

I understand their anger, powerlessness.

When I was their age, I was so ashamed.

"What does your family do?" "Oh, us? We're
in the oppression business."

Oh, I think it was a little
more complicated than that.

Yeah, but... I was a teenager.

I thought I only had bad choices.

Live with this obscene privilege and...

pretend like there's no price
to any of it...

- or protest on the streets
against my own father. -

Fauzi could speak his mind.
I couldn't.

And so I ran away.

Denied all of it.

Watched thousands of hours of American TV
so I didn't even sound like them.

When I first met you...

buried in your books...

I knew you were hiding.

I wanted to call you Bassam, remember?

I thought it was a beautiful name.

But you wouldn't let me.
You said you were Barry now.

And those arguments I made
don't seem to hold up so well anymore.

Not with my father gone.

I'm an Al-Fayeed.

That means I'm a powerful man here.

Even if I run away again...

isn't that still on my head?

Whenever Tariq acts
in my brother's name...

whenever Jamal's too weak
to say "No. Enough"...

won't there be blood on my hands
no matter how far away I run?

Are you asking my permission to stay?

I look at those boys.

They died for their brother.

Now what do I say to mine?

How frickin' crazy is this?

How crazy is it what Dad did yesterday?
I mean, what the hell?

That was actually pretty cool.

It was totally reckless.

What, Dad's some kind of action hero
all of a sudden? It's Dad.

God, this... The whole weekend has been
completely surreal.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

- You doing all right?
- Yeah.

Bassam.

I'll be right back.

Yeah?

- Tell my wife I can't read this shit.
- You approved it.

I was medicated.

This is no eulogy for a son
to say over his father.

These are empty words written by a flunky.

These people... the entire nation...

are expecting their new president
to pay tribute.

- Let me talk to my brother.
- No, there is no other speech, Bassam.

See? It's bullshit.

- You in pain? How much out of 10?
- Eleven.

Did you take anything?

I'm eulogizing our father,
Bassam. I need my wits.

What do you think I should say, Bassam?

Forget the speech.

And say what?

Hey, just tell them the truth.

Why do you have the speech?

It's okay.

My family...

fellow countrymen...

and visiting friends.

I am here...

It...

It wasn't always easy
being my father's son.

In fact, it was never easy.

My father...

was a hard man to please.

Stubborn. Demanding.

But only a hard, stubborn,
demanding man...

could have healed the deep wounds...

inflicted by generations
of civil strife...

and forged a lasting peace.

But only a hard, stubborn,
demanding man...

could have summoned the strength...

to unite this great nation...

and lead it into the community of nations.

Today, I stand before you...

to remember not just the ruler...

but the man.

Not just the father
who raised this great nation...

but my father...

who raised me and my brother.

Who taught us that without family...

we have nothing.

Without family...

we are nothing.

You okay?

Hello.

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

So, um...

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

Oh, Bassam.

Is that the Vicodin talking,
or is that a yes?

That is a yes. Yes.

Thank you, little brother.

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