Tyrant (2014–2016): Season 1, Episode 3 - My Brother's Keeper - full transcript

On the eve of Jamal's presidency, Barry has decided to stay in Abuddin, at least in the short term, and negotiates with Molly about what the rest of their family will do. Leila returns to Jamal, although he questions her true motives. As Jamal enters into his presidency, he makes a proclamation that makes Barry's stay in Abuddin even more uncertain than it was the day before. Beyond that proclamation, Jamal's first order of business, with the help of those in his regime, is to discover who was behind the plot to kill him. They are certain that the man they want is Walid Rashid's nephew, Ihab Rashid, and they do whatever required to locate him and exact their form of justice. Barry comes into some information on the matter that goes against the official "investigation", and has to decide what to do with that information, his decision based partly on what he believes is right and partly on if he feels he can do anything about it since it is not the way things are generally done in Abuddin.

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.

I 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?

Come here.

I believe that you are.

- I need you to come with us. - What about
my children? Who will take care of them?

- You have neighbors.
- Baba?

- Baba!
- They will keep an eye out.

Come on!



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Good morning.

We have your first council meeting today.

How long have you been here in my bed?

Most of the night.

Why?

L...

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.

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

Now that I'm the president?

What? Suddenly you are
filled with feelings for me?

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 chicken pox 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...
- 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?
- You're 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...
- 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... l...
I don't think it makes any sense.

I'm gonna be gone
three weeks, maybe a month.

You don't know that. You have no idea how
long you're gonna be here.

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 will 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?

Are you sure?
Shouldn't Jamal hear from me personally?

It's better if I go alone.

Oh, Bassam.

You remember Walid Rashid
from the wedding?

Of course.

- 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 Counsel
to the President.

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

l-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.

"With certainty"?

There's a witness.

Please, tell the council your name.

Ha-Hamid Mahfouz.

And your wife's name?

Fatma Mahfouz.

And were you aware of the...

relationship between
your wife and our president?

Stop! Stop, stop.
Ahmed, I need you to leave.

- Father...
- 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 doesn'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 ad-Din Brigades...

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...

I'll hang them both.

Mr. President, if I may turn your
attention to docket item...

Welcome home.

And discuss the funding
for the installation...

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, Baba.

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.

- But am I offending you?
- Yes.

Ahmed, stop.

Please.

But we are married.

We are supposed to be together.

And we will be.

I promise we will be.

Tomorrow.

He's my brother's son.

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?

- Hey.
- Mmm.

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 10 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 capital 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?

Practically the national pastime.

- Without a trial.
- Why delay the fun?

Bassam.

Is there a problem?

No, um... I don't know.

L-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.

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. L...

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 l... when I go home
tomorrow, we can, um, Skype.

Can I ask you something?

You can ask me anything.

Do your parents know?

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
off 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 know 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 that
tried to kill my brother.

Fair enough.

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?

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.

- Yes, l...
- 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 l-I think
I've hit the bottom...

there's a... there's another subbasement.

And I just need...

I need one other sane person
here that I can talk to.

- Just-Just one other sane person.
- Okay.

Okay, I'm here.

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

As long as it's safe.

- Okay.
- 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?

You goddamn animal!
What the hell is wrong with you?

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?

- Nothing that concerns you.
- 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...

- Stop it.
- 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.

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 capital is waiting for the pilgrims.

The whole world is watching, as you said.

What would 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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