Tyrant (2014–2016): Season 1, Episode 5 - Hail Mary - full transcript
Fauzi has arranged a meeting between Barry and Ihab in light of the uprising at the plaza, but it is a meeting Barry has no intention of keeping. He needed an excuse to give to Jamal in holding off taking any action at the plaza against the protesters - although Jamal watching old videos of Muammar Gadaffi's violent end may in and of itself stop him - while trying to take Ihab down a notch, who he knows does not want to negotiate but bring down the Al-Fayeeds not for what Jamal has done but solely what Khaled did. Samira is also coming to the same conclusion about Ihab. Who Barry believes they need to negotiate with is not Ihab, but rather Ihab's exiled father, Sheik Rashid, who almost came to a negotiated settlement with Khaled twenty years ago just before the bombing at Ma'an. Enlisting the help of John Tucker, Barry tries to arrange that meeting with the Sheik at his own risk, the Sheik or his men who may kill him on sight. But he's hoping that the Sheik will at least speak to him as two exiles who can look at the situation with more objective eyes. Meanwhile, Nusrat and Ahmed have still not consummated their marriage one month after the fact, Ahmed unaware that it is not him, but rather the incident between Nusrat and Jamal on the wedding night which has shaken Nusrat. And Molly catches Reema trying to steal some drugs, which brings Molly, the physician, further into Abuddin's political fold.
Previously on Tyrant...
This act will be remembered as
the first great act of defiance.
Ihab Rashid is behind all this.
I'm done wishing for change.
I'm making it happen.
The wedding night is very special.
It's important to be pure.
- It's not safe for you to be there.
- It's not safe for anyone there.
- Run them down!
- Go!
Tomorrow, there will be only
pigeons in the square.
What is it you want me to do?
I want you to get your hands dirty,
to go against your family.
I asked Fauzi Nadal to set up
a meeting with Ihab Rashid.
The man who would have all our heads?
You can go down in history
as one more brutal dictator...
or you can be remembered as the leader who
had the courage to listen to his people.
Who do you want to be?
Jamal has asked me to gather you...
the leaders of the various factions
who fill the plaza...
to meet with his American brother.
This is the second time
the palace has come to me.
The agitation in the plaza,
the galvanizing of the people...
ooh, has them running scared.
It's poker.
Right now, we have the winning hand.
Why negotiate?
Hmm? Nobody negotiated with Mubarak.
No, no, no, no.
When this Amriki walks in...
I'm going to tell him exactly what it will
take for us to clear the plaza...
his brother's resignation.
That's right.
Jamal Al-Fayeed,
he can, uh, take his blood money...
go to... go to Paris.
Go to London. Spend the rest of his days
writing his memoirs.
But what if he's actually
willing to offer us something?
Hmm?
No.
His father betrayed my father.
I'm not about to let him
do the same thing to me.
The only offer we will take
is for Jamal Al-Fayeed to leave Abbudin.
- You sure about this?
- I'm sure of one thing.
A narcissist with a messiah complex is not
about to negotiate with me.
Look, I'm betting Ihab
told everyone in earshot...
that an Al-Fayeed
asked to sit down with him.
He said yes so quickly 'cause he wants to tell
me where to go in front of an audience...
but now he's gonna have to explain why
he's sitting at the table alone.
For my plan to work,
I have to take him down a notch.
Make the call.
Father, where are you?
Everyone's here, and I'm...
Okay. Okay.
It's my father.
You are late.
What do you mean you are not coming?
That is bullshit!
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Thank you, my friend.
You know, I'm worried for you, Bassam.
Been a while since anyone called me that.
You know this game you're playing,
it's a dangerous game.
I don't see another option.
I have to clear the plaza
before Tariq does.
The garage meet. Classic.
This is insane.
Why set a meet with Ihab
so you can stand him up?
Ihab's having his moment.
He was never gonna bargain.
So I had to take the wind
out of his sails.
Ihab's a boy.
I want to see his father...
the man who almost made peace
with my father.
I was here, Tucker, okay? I saw it.
The people adored him.
I need an hour with Sheikh Rashid.
So you want to use Sheikh Rashid
to do an end run around Ihab?
I mean, what... What happened
to the nice family doctor from Pasadena?
Don't screw me around, John.
The US brokered
Sheikh Rashid's asylum 20 years ago.
I need to talk to him,
and you know where he is.
Does your brother even know you're here?
I didn't say anything,
because he'd never give me this much rope.
Well, if you want to
hang yourself with it, be my guest.
Don't expect me to build the gallows.
Tucker, I'm just trying
to keep America's ass...
from landing on the wrong side of history.
Uh-huh?
Which doesn't involve turning you
into another Daniel Pearl.
My job is to protect American citizens,
not serve 'em up.
You end up dead in the desert...
in a trail that leads back
to the US Embassy...
What do you want?
In return, what do you want?
An inside seat?
A heads-up on what's happening
as it happens?
Are you offering to spy on your brother?
I have 24 hours.
You have less.
I need to speak to the president.
Uh...
But he-he isn't...
Shall I leave him a, um, message?
Who drowned your puppy?
Have you seen your husband?
I'm not his keeper.
At least tell me
why he ordered me to stand down.
I was about to send
two brigades to the plaza...
and all of a sudden he changes his mind
with no explanation.
He won't take my calls.
He's canceled his meetings for the day.
The president isn't required to consult
with his wife on every decision he makes.
But as his wife, you should know.
If Jamal isn't prepared to defend the
regime, there are others who will.
I hope, for your sake,
you're not threatening my husband.
On the contrary,
I'm trying to protect him.
Crowd Clamoring]
Now these Al-Fayeeds...
they want to give us platitudes...
He's a parrot.
His mouth moves,
but other people's words come out.
La Boetie, Guevara
and his father, the sheikh.
As men and women of Abbudin...
But you, you are in the position
to make your own history.
Start with a compliment, end with an ask.
What do you want?
- - Yesterday, in
the plaza, they nearly killed you.
You exaggerate.
No, I was there, Jamal.
Three weeks, and the people are already...
questioning your leadership.
Now is the time to be firm...
to show them that you are in control.
Why are you holding back Tariq?
- Why? For you.
- For me?
If I move against the plaza, 10 times as
many will rise up against me...
against my family.
This is certain, Leila.
So what do I do?
I wait until tomorrow.
Maybe these clouds will bring a storm.
Or maybe something will
happen to clear them.
Is this you talking, or is it Bassam?
Maybe Ihab is not
the only parrot in this country.
Don't make the mistake
of getting between me and my brother.
Reema? What are you doing?
I was just straightening up.
Hold on.
Let me see what's in your pocket.
I'll be in the servants' quarters
until the police arrive.
Just wait.
First, tell me why you need Vicodin.
Not me.
My brother, Salam.
What's wrong with him?
Reema.
He broke his arm.
He was fixing the roof, and he fell.
Well, if his arm is broken,
he needs a doctor to set it.
- You have to take him to the hospital.
- No hospital.
- Why not?
- Please, ma'am.
Okay, tell you what.
You take me to see your brother,
and this stays between us.
- You will tell no one?
- No.
Where's the fire?
You smell like tequila.
I have to help your grandma
with seating arrangements, okay?
Baby, it's been a month,
and we still haven't.
- I didn't get married to take care
of my own needs! -
Mother.
This is really beautiful.
Not nearly as beautiful
as your daughter-in-law.
Yes, Ahmed is a lucky man.
Is this my grandson I feel in there?
Bassam is waiting for me.
Your father would be so happy...
to see his two sons
working together like this.
He would have been.
Are you all right, Nusrat?
The ambassador is deaf in his left ear...
so I'm going to seat you
on his right side.
So...
when am I sitting down with this asshole?
- I'm still working out the details.
- What details?
He shows up when and where we say!
Yeah, it's not... It's not
quite as simple as that.
It is simple.
Who's the president? Me or him?
What aren't you telling me?
Nothing. He's just, uh...
- The guy's playing hard to get.
- Hard to get?
Maybe he will play nicer
with electrodes on his balls.
Can you please just give me
a little more time?
How much time do you think I have?
I've already got Leila
crawling up my ass...
while you are out buying flowers
for this shit ball.
I'm starting to look like some pussy
who can't pull the trigger.
- Jamal, I'm working on it.
- Working on it?
Well, stop working on it and get it done.
Abbudin!
- He humiliated me.
- Relax, relax.
No, no, no, no! I'm not going to relax!
He can't do this.
It makes me look like a fool.
I mean, that was the point, wasn't it?
Take the mike,
paint him as the liar he is!
Oh, and look like a child who's dropped
his ice cream, huh?
No. No, no, no, no, no, no.
- What is the game he's playing?
- The same game as you are.
You were only there to
tell him off to his face.
You. You knew all along Bassam was
going to blow me off.
What? No. No.
- No. You set the location, set the time.
- Ihab, stop!
You're letting your anger
get the best of you...
at a time when the people
need your leadership.
People who are trusting you
with their lives.
People I know... my friends.
You don't think I know that,
little girl? Hmm?
- Free Abbudin! Free
Abbudin! - I am not here by accident.
Abbudin!
Free Abbudin! Free Abbudin! Free Abbudin!
Jamal's given me 24 hours to see if I can
clear the plaza peacefully.
What are you gonna do?
Tucker is reaching out to Ihab's father,
the sheikh, to try and arrange a meeting.
Before my father launched
the attack on Ma'an...
he and the sheikh
sat down for peace talks.
Rashid was prepared to negotiate
a peaceful solution.
- Yeah, and then he bombed the palace.
- An army barracks.
And it was his followers,
not him.
Look, 20 years ago, Rashid was prepared to
negotiate with my father.
Despite what happened,
me sitting down with him now...
is the only hope we have to stop this
blowing up in our faces.
Who's going with you?
I don't know all the details yet,
okay?
Tucker's gonna call me back.
Until then,
I'm going to go for a run, okay?
So it's a suicide mission.
That's blowing it out of proportion.
And Molly,
really, I don't have another choice here.
Of course you have another choice.
You also have two kids and a wife.
I mean, you're gonna get yourself killed,
Barry.
Honey, we're not at home
listening to this on NPR. We're in it.
And I can do something my father couldn't.
I can end this peacefully.
That's Jamal's job, not yours.
Why are you putting your life
on the line for this?
'Cause my name's not Smith or Jones!
If I didn't know you better...
I'd say you were
starting to get off on this.
Hakim, I know Nusrat is here.
Now is not a good time. She's upset.
Which is why she should
be with her husband...
and not run to her parents like a child!
We had a thing this morning.
Now she's not returning my calls.
I swear I'll talk sense into her.
You have my word.
Do have any idea what position
you are putting our family in?
Everything we have,
it's all from Al-Fayeeds!
- I want a divorce.
- Don't be stupid.
Why did you agree to marry Ahmed
if you don't love him?
- Tell him.
- Tell me what?
Tell me what?
It's not Ahmed.
It's Jamal.
- Yeah.
- Barry, it's Tucker.
The person you wanted me
to reach out to agreed to meet.
Okay. I'll go back and tell Molly...
You can call Molly from the road.
I'm about to jump in the car.
Meet me outside the gate.
I'm on my way.
All right, guys. That's it for today.
Salaam alaikum.
Thank you for arranging
this meeting with your father.
Namir Rashid, Bassam Al-Fayeed.
Okay. Come with me.
No, no, no. You stay here.
No, no, no, no.
That wasn't the arrangement.
I told my father we should
kill him right here, but this is his wish.
Turn around, Al-Fayeed.
- It's okay.
- Do it.
When this, uh, Amriki walks in here...
I'm going to tell him exactly what it will
take for us to clear the plaza...
his brother's resignation.
Our security forces track
Ihab Rashid's movements.
Imagine their surprise
and my embarrassment...
upon learning he was meeting
with your brother.
Bassam is working for me.
He is meeting Ihab Rashid on my orders.
Bassam's been nowhere near Ihab
in the last 24 hours.
That is wrong.
That is wrong!
I spoke to Bassam right
after their meeting.
He looked me in the eyes
and told me they are ironing out details.
Then he lied to you!
He's had no contact with Ihab.
As a matter of fact, Bassam ditched his
security detail. He is nowhere to be found.
This is why you refuse to clear the plaza?
Bassam doesn't keep his promises.
How the hell would you know?
Hi. You've reached Barry Al-Fayeed.
Please leave your name and...
Sir, at least allow me to move
my forces into position.
Fine.
But they stand down
until I give the order.
My lungs.
A souvenir of the day
your father gassed Ma'an.
You met my son Namir.
Yeah, he, uh... He drove
me from the border.
The hood kind of limited the conversation.
You understand our precautions.
Yes.
I have always been curious
about Khaled's American son.
Death to the Al-Fayeeds!
Death to the Al-Fayeeds!
Death to the Al-Fayeeds!
I apologize for his actions,
but his anger is understandable.
His family was wiped out by yours.
Bassam Al-Fayeed...
yesterday you were my enemy.
But today, you are my guest.
Sheikh Rashid,
I need to talk to you about...
That's not the way it's done.
First, we eat.
Mr. President, you are too kind...
taking time away from
important issues of state...
to deal with a personal matter.
To what do we owe this pleasure?
Marriage.
It's a complicated proposition.
And Nusrat has always been... fragile...
overly emotional.
My wife and I are to blame.
We coddled her.
Cut to the chase.
We ask for nothing,
just a quick and quiet...
dissolution of the marriage.
Divorce? On what grounds?
Tell me, Hakim.
We have welcomed your
daughter to this family as one of our own.
Ahmed is my son.
I demand to know what this is about.
Please, ma'am.
Are the details really important?
Will you wait for me outside?
Sure.
I will fix this.
You'd better.
We can't afford another humiliation.
I said I will fix this.
Your turn.
I'm... I'm no match for you.
That's true.
So, tell me, Hakim.
What is this nonsense about a divorce?
Your daughter has everything
a woman could want.
Why you don't talk sense to her?
Believe me,
Mr. President. I have tried.
"Tried." Well, not hard enough.
My father gave you...
the telecommunication
franchise in this country.
Now, your family has everything it has...
because my family gave it to you.
And I'm forever in your debt.
Then act like it.
Please, I beg you.
There is no talking sense with a
sleepwalker. She's in a doctor's care.
He prescribes therapy, medication.
My daughter is weak,
and your son did his best.
"Did his best"?
Are you saying this is Ahmed's fault?
- No, of course not.
- Then what are you saying?
What reason did she give?
I swear, she will go to
the grave with her secret.
Tell me what she told you.
Uh, it doesn't matter.
You know what?
You are right. It doesn't matter.
There will be no divorce, Hakim.
Your whore of a daughter
is going to crawl back into my son's bed!
She will bear him children.
As many as he wants!
Mr. President,
please! Please, sir!
It's not just his arm.
He fractured multiple ribs when he fell.
His pulse is racing and weak.
He's anxious.
Reema, with this kind of injury, he could
be bleeding on the inside.
It's okay. It's okay.
- We're gonna get you to a hospital.
- I said no hospital.
He wasn't fixing a roof, was he?
He was in the plaza.
When the president's motorcade came,
people, they start pushing.
He is innocent,
but the camera... They saw him.
- If he seeks help now, they'll arrest him.
- He'll die if he doesn't.
Better to die here than live through
what they will do to him.
His friends in the plaza...
they tagged a street sign
with "Free Abbudin" and were arrested.
When their father went to the police...
begged for his children,
he was told to make new ones.
Salam is my only family.
Please, help us.
What's his name?
Salam. Salam Halabi.
Radial fracture, multiple broken ribs.
Suspected hemothorax
from intercostal hemorrhaging.
We need to throw in a chest tube.
I'm sorry, but you can't take this man.
He is wanted by the authorities.
- We have to alert the police...
- He'll die if you wait.
- Then he'll die.
- No, he won't. I won't let him.
And who are you?
Dr. Molly Al-Fayeed.
We were just following the law.
A thousand pardons.
You don't...
You don't need to apologize to me.
Just get him to the hospital.
You know what?
Why don't I come with you, make sure no
one else makes the same mistake.
Bless Allah for protecting us
and for all that we have.
Alhamdulillah.
Alhamdulillah.
I see you are anxious to talk.
Yes.
Walk with me.
You made a long trip to avoid
the more obvious choice.
Ihab doesn't want to talk.
He wants his turn,
and that's not gonna happen.
You must be worried.
Otherwise, you are not here.
I'm worried about the price we'll have to
pay for either side to win.
There's a book l-I read about
apartheid in South Africa.
A white man says about the blacks...
"My greatest fear is that by the time we have
come to love, they will have come to hate."
Have you come to love?
I've come to talk.
You and I have more in common
than anyone else in this.
We're both exiles...
for different reasons...
by force or by choice.
But we both have the advantage
of an outsider's perspective.
You came back. Why?
To try and keep my brother
from making my father's mistakes.
Finish with my brother
what you started with my father.
Negotiate a political solution.
This is a young man's fight.
And I need an old man to be my partner...
someone who wants nothing for himself.
You think that's me?
I think we both have
a second chance here to make this right.
You and I both know history.
If we don't try,
then your son or my brother...
and so many people along with them,
will be consumed by this.
Imprisoned, exiled...
or dead within a year.
Death... doesn't scare me...
Bassam Al-Fayeed.
I've seen too much of it.
I don't believe you.
After 20 years, you're still alive.
I'm a doctor.
I believe that life itself is hope.
And I think that you do too.
Okay. Let's go.
You didn't close the deal.
Thought I was going
in the right direction. He...
He just said he needed to sleep on it.
When he woke up...
Well, you may have failed,
but, uh, the reach...
That was impressive.
Get in. I'll take you back to the palace.
Crowd Clamoring]
General.
Clear the plaza.
They're moving into the plaza.
After your speech,
there's a van waiting for you.
Ihab.
So when they start shooting,
you won't be standing with the people?
Free Abbudin! Free Abbudin!
Samira. Let's go before it's too late.
- I'm not leaving.
- You would die for him?
Ihab may be trying to replace
one tyranny with another.
But the people, they won't let him.
And I'm standing here with them.
I'll stand with you.
Please, keep it clear!
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How can you do this?
You're feeding her to the wolves.
- It's not like we have a choice.
- She's our daughter.
- Hakim. What happened to you?
- It's nothing.
- A hunting accident.
- And yet you're here.
What one does for family.
Nusrat.
- Beautiful as ever.
- Enjoy the party.
It's all for you.
Everything here... is all for you.
Nusrat.
Everything's going to be okay.
Come.
- Let's greet everyone.
- Okay.
Enjoy the party.
Look at the newlyweds.
What a persuasive man.
You were right.
Why did I think I could come here and do
something my father couldn't?
Thank you...
for putting your life on hold for me...
being here with me.
I think I really needed to hear that.
- Free Abbudin!
- Raise your phones!
Record this moment in history!
- As long as we have a camera, the
revolution continues! -
And if we are the first martyrs
to liberate Abbudin...
then so be it!
I stand with you, my brothers and sisters.
I stand with you, united!
United! And l...
Brothers... and sisters.
Twenty years in exile,
but I have come home.
Free Abbudin! Free Abbudin!
How are you?
Your brother is back.
Excuse me.
Liar.
You told me you were going
to meet Ihab Rashid.
I trusted you.
You are my blood, and you betrayed me.
- Jamal.
- No, Molly.
- If your husband is a traitor, I
need to know. - He's not a traitor.
He deceived the president...
- threatened our national security.
- Mr. President.
General.
Uh, you need to see something.
... willing to put aside
the atrocities of the past...
to join our cause.
I demand to sit down
with President Jamal Al-Fayeed.
He demands?
Free Abbudin!
Free Abbudin! Free Abbudin!
Free Abbudin! Free Abbudin!
This is it.
You can finish something
our father couldn't.
Pardon the sheikh and sit down with him.
This is insane!
Our soldiers are in place,
awaiting your order.
Then stand them down.
Jamal, you can end this
without firing a shot.
This is what you wanted.
Is it?
General, tell your men to stand down.
But Mr. President...
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This act will be remembered as
the first great act of defiance.
Ihab Rashid is behind all this.
I'm done wishing for change.
I'm making it happen.
The wedding night is very special.
It's important to be pure.
- It's not safe for you to be there.
- It's not safe for anyone there.
- Run them down!
- Go!
Tomorrow, there will be only
pigeons in the square.
What is it you want me to do?
I want you to get your hands dirty,
to go against your family.
I asked Fauzi Nadal to set up
a meeting with Ihab Rashid.
The man who would have all our heads?
You can go down in history
as one more brutal dictator...
or you can be remembered as the leader who
had the courage to listen to his people.
Who do you want to be?
Jamal has asked me to gather you...
the leaders of the various factions
who fill the plaza...
to meet with his American brother.
This is the second time
the palace has come to me.
The agitation in the plaza,
the galvanizing of the people...
ooh, has them running scared.
It's poker.
Right now, we have the winning hand.
Why negotiate?
Hmm? Nobody negotiated with Mubarak.
No, no, no, no.
When this Amriki walks in...
I'm going to tell him exactly what it will
take for us to clear the plaza...
his brother's resignation.
That's right.
Jamal Al-Fayeed,
he can, uh, take his blood money...
go to... go to Paris.
Go to London. Spend the rest of his days
writing his memoirs.
But what if he's actually
willing to offer us something?
Hmm?
No.
His father betrayed my father.
I'm not about to let him
do the same thing to me.
The only offer we will take
is for Jamal Al-Fayeed to leave Abbudin.
- You sure about this?
- I'm sure of one thing.
A narcissist with a messiah complex is not
about to negotiate with me.
Look, I'm betting Ihab
told everyone in earshot...
that an Al-Fayeed
asked to sit down with him.
He said yes so quickly 'cause he wants to tell
me where to go in front of an audience...
but now he's gonna have to explain why
he's sitting at the table alone.
For my plan to work,
I have to take him down a notch.
Make the call.
Father, where are you?
Everyone's here, and I'm...
Okay. Okay.
It's my father.
You are late.
What do you mean you are not coming?
That is bullshit!
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Thank you, my friend.
You know, I'm worried for you, Bassam.
Been a while since anyone called me that.
You know this game you're playing,
it's a dangerous game.
I don't see another option.
I have to clear the plaza
before Tariq does.
The garage meet. Classic.
This is insane.
Why set a meet with Ihab
so you can stand him up?
Ihab's having his moment.
He was never gonna bargain.
So I had to take the wind
out of his sails.
Ihab's a boy.
I want to see his father...
the man who almost made peace
with my father.
I was here, Tucker, okay? I saw it.
The people adored him.
I need an hour with Sheikh Rashid.
So you want to use Sheikh Rashid
to do an end run around Ihab?
I mean, what... What happened
to the nice family doctor from Pasadena?
Don't screw me around, John.
The US brokered
Sheikh Rashid's asylum 20 years ago.
I need to talk to him,
and you know where he is.
Does your brother even know you're here?
I didn't say anything,
because he'd never give me this much rope.
Well, if you want to
hang yourself with it, be my guest.
Don't expect me to build the gallows.
Tucker, I'm just trying
to keep America's ass...
from landing on the wrong side of history.
Uh-huh?
Which doesn't involve turning you
into another Daniel Pearl.
My job is to protect American citizens,
not serve 'em up.
You end up dead in the desert...
in a trail that leads back
to the US Embassy...
What do you want?
In return, what do you want?
An inside seat?
A heads-up on what's happening
as it happens?
Are you offering to spy on your brother?
I have 24 hours.
You have less.
I need to speak to the president.
Uh...
But he-he isn't...
Shall I leave him a, um, message?
Who drowned your puppy?
Have you seen your husband?
I'm not his keeper.
At least tell me
why he ordered me to stand down.
I was about to send
two brigades to the plaza...
and all of a sudden he changes his mind
with no explanation.
He won't take my calls.
He's canceled his meetings for the day.
The president isn't required to consult
with his wife on every decision he makes.
But as his wife, you should know.
If Jamal isn't prepared to defend the
regime, there are others who will.
I hope, for your sake,
you're not threatening my husband.
On the contrary,
I'm trying to protect him.
Crowd Clamoring]
Now these Al-Fayeeds...
they want to give us platitudes...
He's a parrot.
His mouth moves,
but other people's words come out.
La Boetie, Guevara
and his father, the sheikh.
As men and women of Abbudin...
But you, you are in the position
to make your own history.
Start with a compliment, end with an ask.
What do you want?
- - Yesterday, in
the plaza, they nearly killed you.
You exaggerate.
No, I was there, Jamal.
Three weeks, and the people are already...
questioning your leadership.
Now is the time to be firm...
to show them that you are in control.
Why are you holding back Tariq?
- Why? For you.
- For me?
If I move against the plaza, 10 times as
many will rise up against me...
against my family.
This is certain, Leila.
So what do I do?
I wait until tomorrow.
Maybe these clouds will bring a storm.
Or maybe something will
happen to clear them.
Is this you talking, or is it Bassam?
Maybe Ihab is not
the only parrot in this country.
Don't make the mistake
of getting between me and my brother.
Reema? What are you doing?
I was just straightening up.
Hold on.
Let me see what's in your pocket.
I'll be in the servants' quarters
until the police arrive.
Just wait.
First, tell me why you need Vicodin.
Not me.
My brother, Salam.
What's wrong with him?
Reema.
He broke his arm.
He was fixing the roof, and he fell.
Well, if his arm is broken,
he needs a doctor to set it.
- You have to take him to the hospital.
- No hospital.
- Why not?
- Please, ma'am.
Okay, tell you what.
You take me to see your brother,
and this stays between us.
- You will tell no one?
- No.
Where's the fire?
You smell like tequila.
I have to help your grandma
with seating arrangements, okay?
Baby, it's been a month,
and we still haven't.
- I didn't get married to take care
of my own needs! -
Mother.
This is really beautiful.
Not nearly as beautiful
as your daughter-in-law.
Yes, Ahmed is a lucky man.
Is this my grandson I feel in there?
Bassam is waiting for me.
Your father would be so happy...
to see his two sons
working together like this.
He would have been.
Are you all right, Nusrat?
The ambassador is deaf in his left ear...
so I'm going to seat you
on his right side.
So...
when am I sitting down with this asshole?
- I'm still working out the details.
- What details?
He shows up when and where we say!
Yeah, it's not... It's not
quite as simple as that.
It is simple.
Who's the president? Me or him?
What aren't you telling me?
Nothing. He's just, uh...
- The guy's playing hard to get.
- Hard to get?
Maybe he will play nicer
with electrodes on his balls.
Can you please just give me
a little more time?
How much time do you think I have?
I've already got Leila
crawling up my ass...
while you are out buying flowers
for this shit ball.
I'm starting to look like some pussy
who can't pull the trigger.
- Jamal, I'm working on it.
- Working on it?
Well, stop working on it and get it done.
Abbudin!
- He humiliated me.
- Relax, relax.
No, no, no, no! I'm not going to relax!
He can't do this.
It makes me look like a fool.
I mean, that was the point, wasn't it?
Take the mike,
paint him as the liar he is!
Oh, and look like a child who's dropped
his ice cream, huh?
No. No, no, no, no, no, no.
- What is the game he's playing?
- The same game as you are.
You were only there to
tell him off to his face.
You. You knew all along Bassam was
going to blow me off.
What? No. No.
- No. You set the location, set the time.
- Ihab, stop!
You're letting your anger
get the best of you...
at a time when the people
need your leadership.
People who are trusting you
with their lives.
People I know... my friends.
You don't think I know that,
little girl? Hmm?
- Free Abbudin! Free
Abbudin! - I am not here by accident.
Abbudin!
Free Abbudin! Free Abbudin! Free Abbudin!
Jamal's given me 24 hours to see if I can
clear the plaza peacefully.
What are you gonna do?
Tucker is reaching out to Ihab's father,
the sheikh, to try and arrange a meeting.
Before my father launched
the attack on Ma'an...
he and the sheikh
sat down for peace talks.
Rashid was prepared to negotiate
a peaceful solution.
- Yeah, and then he bombed the palace.
- An army barracks.
And it was his followers,
not him.
Look, 20 years ago, Rashid was prepared to
negotiate with my father.
Despite what happened,
me sitting down with him now...
is the only hope we have to stop this
blowing up in our faces.
Who's going with you?
I don't know all the details yet,
okay?
Tucker's gonna call me back.
Until then,
I'm going to go for a run, okay?
So it's a suicide mission.
That's blowing it out of proportion.
And Molly,
really, I don't have another choice here.
Of course you have another choice.
You also have two kids and a wife.
I mean, you're gonna get yourself killed,
Barry.
Honey, we're not at home
listening to this on NPR. We're in it.
And I can do something my father couldn't.
I can end this peacefully.
That's Jamal's job, not yours.
Why are you putting your life
on the line for this?
'Cause my name's not Smith or Jones!
If I didn't know you better...
I'd say you were
starting to get off on this.
Hakim, I know Nusrat is here.
Now is not a good time. She's upset.
Which is why she should
be with her husband...
and not run to her parents like a child!
We had a thing this morning.
Now she's not returning my calls.
I swear I'll talk sense into her.
You have my word.
Do have any idea what position
you are putting our family in?
Everything we have,
it's all from Al-Fayeeds!
- I want a divorce.
- Don't be stupid.
Why did you agree to marry Ahmed
if you don't love him?
- Tell him.
- Tell me what?
Tell me what?
It's not Ahmed.
It's Jamal.
- Yeah.
- Barry, it's Tucker.
The person you wanted me
to reach out to agreed to meet.
Okay. I'll go back and tell Molly...
You can call Molly from the road.
I'm about to jump in the car.
Meet me outside the gate.
I'm on my way.
All right, guys. That's it for today.
Salaam alaikum.
Thank you for arranging
this meeting with your father.
Namir Rashid, Bassam Al-Fayeed.
Okay. Come with me.
No, no, no. You stay here.
No, no, no, no.
That wasn't the arrangement.
I told my father we should
kill him right here, but this is his wish.
Turn around, Al-Fayeed.
- It's okay.
- Do it.
When this, uh, Amriki walks in here...
I'm going to tell him exactly what it will
take for us to clear the plaza...
his brother's resignation.
Our security forces track
Ihab Rashid's movements.
Imagine their surprise
and my embarrassment...
upon learning he was meeting
with your brother.
Bassam is working for me.
He is meeting Ihab Rashid on my orders.
Bassam's been nowhere near Ihab
in the last 24 hours.
That is wrong.
That is wrong!
I spoke to Bassam right
after their meeting.
He looked me in the eyes
and told me they are ironing out details.
Then he lied to you!
He's had no contact with Ihab.
As a matter of fact, Bassam ditched his
security detail. He is nowhere to be found.
This is why you refuse to clear the plaza?
Bassam doesn't keep his promises.
How the hell would you know?
Hi. You've reached Barry Al-Fayeed.
Please leave your name and...
Sir, at least allow me to move
my forces into position.
Fine.
But they stand down
until I give the order.
My lungs.
A souvenir of the day
your father gassed Ma'an.
You met my son Namir.
Yeah, he, uh... He drove
me from the border.
The hood kind of limited the conversation.
You understand our precautions.
Yes.
I have always been curious
about Khaled's American son.
Death to the Al-Fayeeds!
Death to the Al-Fayeeds!
Death to the Al-Fayeeds!
I apologize for his actions,
but his anger is understandable.
His family was wiped out by yours.
Bassam Al-Fayeed...
yesterday you were my enemy.
But today, you are my guest.
Sheikh Rashid,
I need to talk to you about...
That's not the way it's done.
First, we eat.
Mr. President, you are too kind...
taking time away from
important issues of state...
to deal with a personal matter.
To what do we owe this pleasure?
Marriage.
It's a complicated proposition.
And Nusrat has always been... fragile...
overly emotional.
My wife and I are to blame.
We coddled her.
Cut to the chase.
We ask for nothing,
just a quick and quiet...
dissolution of the marriage.
Divorce? On what grounds?
Tell me, Hakim.
We have welcomed your
daughter to this family as one of our own.
Ahmed is my son.
I demand to know what this is about.
Please, ma'am.
Are the details really important?
Will you wait for me outside?
Sure.
I will fix this.
You'd better.
We can't afford another humiliation.
I said I will fix this.
Your turn.
I'm... I'm no match for you.
That's true.
So, tell me, Hakim.
What is this nonsense about a divorce?
Your daughter has everything
a woman could want.
Why you don't talk sense to her?
Believe me,
Mr. President. I have tried.
"Tried." Well, not hard enough.
My father gave you...
the telecommunication
franchise in this country.
Now, your family has everything it has...
because my family gave it to you.
And I'm forever in your debt.
Then act like it.
Please, I beg you.
There is no talking sense with a
sleepwalker. She's in a doctor's care.
He prescribes therapy, medication.
My daughter is weak,
and your son did his best.
"Did his best"?
Are you saying this is Ahmed's fault?
- No, of course not.
- Then what are you saying?
What reason did she give?
I swear, she will go to
the grave with her secret.
Tell me what she told you.
Uh, it doesn't matter.
You know what?
You are right. It doesn't matter.
There will be no divorce, Hakim.
Your whore of a daughter
is going to crawl back into my son's bed!
She will bear him children.
As many as he wants!
Mr. President,
please! Please, sir!
It's not just his arm.
He fractured multiple ribs when he fell.
His pulse is racing and weak.
He's anxious.
Reema, with this kind of injury, he could
be bleeding on the inside.
It's okay. It's okay.
- We're gonna get you to a hospital.
- I said no hospital.
He wasn't fixing a roof, was he?
He was in the plaza.
When the president's motorcade came,
people, they start pushing.
He is innocent,
but the camera... They saw him.
- If he seeks help now, they'll arrest him.
- He'll die if he doesn't.
Better to die here than live through
what they will do to him.
His friends in the plaza...
they tagged a street sign
with "Free Abbudin" and were arrested.
When their father went to the police...
begged for his children,
he was told to make new ones.
Salam is my only family.
Please, help us.
What's his name?
Salam. Salam Halabi.
Radial fracture, multiple broken ribs.
Suspected hemothorax
from intercostal hemorrhaging.
We need to throw in a chest tube.
I'm sorry, but you can't take this man.
He is wanted by the authorities.
- We have to alert the police...
- He'll die if you wait.
- Then he'll die.
- No, he won't. I won't let him.
And who are you?
Dr. Molly Al-Fayeed.
We were just following the law.
A thousand pardons.
You don't...
You don't need to apologize to me.
Just get him to the hospital.
You know what?
Why don't I come with you, make sure no
one else makes the same mistake.
Bless Allah for protecting us
and for all that we have.
Alhamdulillah.
Alhamdulillah.
I see you are anxious to talk.
Yes.
Walk with me.
You made a long trip to avoid
the more obvious choice.
Ihab doesn't want to talk.
He wants his turn,
and that's not gonna happen.
You must be worried.
Otherwise, you are not here.
I'm worried about the price we'll have to
pay for either side to win.
There's a book l-I read about
apartheid in South Africa.
A white man says about the blacks...
"My greatest fear is that by the time we have
come to love, they will have come to hate."
Have you come to love?
I've come to talk.
You and I have more in common
than anyone else in this.
We're both exiles...
for different reasons...
by force or by choice.
But we both have the advantage
of an outsider's perspective.
You came back. Why?
To try and keep my brother
from making my father's mistakes.
Finish with my brother
what you started with my father.
Negotiate a political solution.
This is a young man's fight.
And I need an old man to be my partner...
someone who wants nothing for himself.
You think that's me?
I think we both have
a second chance here to make this right.
You and I both know history.
If we don't try,
then your son or my brother...
and so many people along with them,
will be consumed by this.
Imprisoned, exiled...
or dead within a year.
Death... doesn't scare me...
Bassam Al-Fayeed.
I've seen too much of it.
I don't believe you.
After 20 years, you're still alive.
I'm a doctor.
I believe that life itself is hope.
And I think that you do too.
Okay. Let's go.
You didn't close the deal.
Thought I was going
in the right direction. He...
He just said he needed to sleep on it.
When he woke up...
Well, you may have failed,
but, uh, the reach...
That was impressive.
Get in. I'll take you back to the palace.
Crowd Clamoring]
General.
Clear the plaza.
They're moving into the plaza.
After your speech,
there's a van waiting for you.
Ihab.
So when they start shooting,
you won't be standing with the people?
Free Abbudin! Free Abbudin!
Samira. Let's go before it's too late.
- I'm not leaving.
- You would die for him?
Ihab may be trying to replace
one tyranny with another.
But the people, they won't let him.
And I'm standing here with them.
I'll stand with you.
Please, keep it clear!
♪ ♪
How can you do this?
You're feeding her to the wolves.
- It's not like we have a choice.
- She's our daughter.
- Hakim. What happened to you?
- It's nothing.
- A hunting accident.
- And yet you're here.
What one does for family.
Nusrat.
- Beautiful as ever.
- Enjoy the party.
It's all for you.
Everything here... is all for you.
Nusrat.
Everything's going to be okay.
Come.
- Let's greet everyone.
- Okay.
Enjoy the party.
Look at the newlyweds.
What a persuasive man.
You were right.
Why did I think I could come here and do
something my father couldn't?
Thank you...
for putting your life on hold for me...
being here with me.
I think I really needed to hear that.
- Free Abbudin!
- Raise your phones!
Record this moment in history!
- As long as we have a camera, the
revolution continues! -
And if we are the first martyrs
to liberate Abbudin...
then so be it!
I stand with you, my brothers and sisters.
I stand with you, united!
United! And l...
Brothers... and sisters.
Twenty years in exile,
but I have come home.
Free Abbudin! Free Abbudin!
How are you?
Your brother is back.
Excuse me.
Liar.
You told me you were going
to meet Ihab Rashid.
I trusted you.
You are my blood, and you betrayed me.
- Jamal.
- No, Molly.
- If your husband is a traitor, I
need to know. - He's not a traitor.
He deceived the president...
- threatened our national security.
- Mr. President.
General.
Uh, you need to see something.
... willing to put aside
the atrocities of the past...
to join our cause.
I demand to sit down
with President Jamal Al-Fayeed.
He demands?
Free Abbudin!
Free Abbudin! Free Abbudin!
Free Abbudin! Free Abbudin!
This is it.
You can finish something
our father couldn't.
Pardon the sheikh and sit down with him.
This is insane!
Our soldiers are in place,
awaiting your order.
Then stand them down.
Jamal, you can end this
without firing a shot.
This is what you wanted.
Is it?
General, tell your men to stand down.
But Mr. President...
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