Tyrant (2014–2016): Season 2, Episode 8 - Fathers and Sons - full transcript

- Previously on Tyrant...
- Ahmed, Ahmed.

I'm bleeding.

...but we will
push them back.

Nusrat.

Your wife is fine.

The baby didn't make it.

I'm asking you
as an Al Fayeed

for the money that
my grandfather left to me.

I will arrange to transfer money
to you from a Swiss account.

Ten million.

Then you go, you leave, Sam,
and don't come back again.



I have a friend, Halima.

She says that there's a growing
insurgency called the Red Hand.

- Why are you telling me this?
- They need money.

You have your bombing targets?
You need to act now.

- Do you want to give us our targets?
- The outskirts of the city.

Somewhere where
you're sure no one is.

- Genius.
- I don't care if we don't kill

a single member
of the Caliphate; I do not want

reports of civilian deaths.
Do you understand?

Bassam! Stop!

I warned you,
I'll kill her.

Oh, my... my God.

Oh, my God.

Good morning.



Morning.

Hi.

Hi.

Uh...

So...

we, um...

Drank Chinese whiskey.

Mmm.

And then?

Mmm.

We didn't...?

No.

I don't really know
how to do this.

That's okay.

There's no rule book
for these kind of things.

I'm gonna think the last time
I went on a date, I was 20.

Oh, that's
what this was?

No.

I don't know.

I think sleeping

in all my clothes
on a first date

sends the right message.

Says I'm a good time,
but I'm in no hurry.

Whatever this is,

we'll have time to figure it out
when we get home.

We're really going home.

That sounds good.

Hey, honey.

Hello?

Sammy?

Hi.

I need to tell you something.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

I'm-I'm fine.

Um, but I'm not coming back.

Not-not right now.
I-I just need to...

W-W-Wait, what do you mean,
you're not coming back?

There's a man inside Ma'an
who's fighting the Caliphate,

and his name's Khalil.

He needs money.

I'm giving him my money,

or as much of it as he can use.

What?

I'm just going there,
making sure it's him,

and then I'll be right back.

Sammy, listen to me.

They killed Abdul.

Threw him off a building
with eight other gay men.

If I lived here,
it could have been me.

But you don't live here, honey.

You're an American kid
with money.

Which is why I'm doing this.

How are you even getting there?

Abdul's friend
is taking me.

Abdul's friend?

Look, I know I'm taking a risk.

Do you?

What if he turns around
and holds you hostage?

Then pay him.

Sammy...

Who was that?

Um, it was my lawyer.

Black market traders
used these tunnels

to avoid paying taxes
on goods in and out of Ma'an.

The regime plugged most of them,
but they never found this one.

How can you breathe
down here, man?

Ah, yeah. I...

There are other ways to
get your money to Khalil.

I want to meet him.

Okay, keep pressure
on the wound.

We just
lost two fighters.

Did someone follow
you back here?

- It's not the Caliphate.
- How do you know?

They wouldn't attack us from the
air; they'd use ground forces.

This is the government... they
must have spotted us flying over

and mistaken us
for the Caliphate.

Well, who are you calling?

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God in Heaven,
are you listening?

Are you there?

Is someone who has done
what I've done

even allowed to pray to you?

I don't know what to do.

I can't bring my brother back.

And there's not
enough rain in Abuddin

to wash the blood from my hands.

Am I being punished?

I know I-I should be punished,

but when does it end, and how?

You want half my country?

Take it.

My grandson?

You have him.

What more do you want?

When have I paid enough?

You want to take me, yes?

Take me.

Just don't take my son.

Please.

Whatever you do,
don't take my son Ahmed.

You think praying
will solve our problems?

We're dropping bombs in Ma'an.

You have a war to run.

This is my fault.

For God's sake, Jamal.

No, not in here.

God has better things to do
than punish you.

Whatever delusions you might
have about being punished

you need to leave in here.

You are the president of
Abuddin, commander in chief.

Bassam betrayed you.

Enough.

We're bombarding the northwest

outskirts of Ma'an,
beyond the 26th district.

And here and here
along the western border.

No man's land.

An empty
industrial park.

You wanted a victory.

This is the best we could do
without killing civilians

and turning the people
against us.

The Caliphate is deeply embedded
in the local population.

We can't make a plan
to retake the city

until we have
proper intelligence.

Mahmoud said he was developing
new assets inside Ma'an.

Right, Solomon?

He had a setback.

One of Mahmoud's
informants

turned out to be
a Caliphate plant.

20 of his recruited assets
were executed late last night.

Of course they were.

A man can't win a war without
God being on his side.

Without God?

You are the only good news
I've had in a long time.

An island in a
sea of troubles.

I'm glad, Mr. President.

You are my son.

Call me Father.

End this foolishness.

Stop wasting good
bombs on bad targets.

I need to talk to General Said.

My name is Khalil.

Yes, the same Khalil
who's fighting the Caliphate

inside Ma'an.

You're not
targeting the Caliphate.

You're hitting my fighters,
killing innocent people.

You need to put me
through to General Said.

What is it?

Someone claiming to be Khalil
called the-the switchboard.

He's on line three.

Is he for real?

He's on line three.

Khalil, is it?

This is General Said.

General, you are
currently targeting

your only potential allies
inside Ma'an.

Your bombs just killed
three of my fighters

and wounded another seven.

And you expect me to believe

you are who you claim
to be because...?

I'm the one that broke
the Banu Zahra out of prison.

That's public information.

That doesn't mean you're Khalil.

Okay, you want proof?

I'll give you
a high-value target.

Hit the northeast corner

of Qusair Street and Idris.

That is the residence
of the refinery manager.

Not anymore.

The Caliphate leadership
took it over.

And you know this how?

We conducted
reconnaissance.

Abu Omar, Ihab Rashid...
all of them.

That's where they are,
but I'm not sure for how long.

General, I'm giving you
their headquarters.

Or manipulating me
into killing civilians.

You have to trust someone
on the ground inside Ma'an.

Right now, you have no one.

Otherwise, you wouldn't be
conducting bombing runs

over empty industrial parks.

I want to trust you.

But I need something reliable.

Proof.

Like what?

A Caliphate target.

Tell me what
and when you're hitting it,

and once it's reported
by a reliable source,

then I'll know I can trust you.

I'll be in touch.

We could be missing the chance

to decapitate their leadership.

If we're wrong and we kill
innocent civilians,

we're no better than they are.

The people would
turn against us.

Yes, it's a gamble.

But shouldn't your father
be the one who decides

if it's a gamble worth taking?

Fine. I'll tell him.

I need Munir to find us
another target.

We may have an ally.

You would work
with your brother?

One devil at a time.

I keep thinking what
I could've done differently.

No, this is not your fault.

There must've been something.

No one is blaming you.

Ahmed's not blaming you.

But everything's different now.

Everything that I planned on.

That's true,

but we don't have
to talk about it yet.

What do you mean?

Why don't we take you home,
we get you better?

No, tell me what it is that
we don't have to talk about yet.

We're family.

You're like a daughter to me.

I mean that.

But we're not
an ordinary family.

We are the Al Fayeeds.

My son will be president.

And his son...

will be president.

A son that I cannot provide him.

As much as Ahmed
loves you,

he needs an heir.

The people of Abuddin
need an heir.

Especially now.

And it's our job

to do what's best
for the people.

Does Ahmed know this?

Not yet.

But you'll convince him.

You'll tell him
you're ending the marriage.

For his sake.

For the sake of Abuddin.

Of course, we'll take care of
you wherever you decide to go.

Anything you want,
anywhere you want.

London, Paris, Dubai.

You deserve... a life
outside of this place.

It's taken far
too much from you.

This devil Khalil,

he lived with you
for a month

and you know nothing,
nothing about him, hmm?

He stole your father's wife.

He killed mine.

Ihab.

- Nothing?
- Enough.

Kasim's already told you
what he knows.

Wait outside.

You should take
three days.

- I don't want three days.
- It's God's will.

Hmm.

As it was his will
to take Daliyah.

Then it is God's will

that I get my justice.

You will have your justice.

Already tonight,
we're rounding up the Christians

and other apostates

who we suspect are
supporting this man Khalil.

"Christians."

I want Khalil.

The number you
are calling has been disconnected.

I finally talked to Ghani.

Nasrin put him on the phone.

He's good.

He sounds good.

He's not much
of a conversationalist.

At least not with me.

Maybe you'd be able
to get something out of him.

What?

It's Fauzi. Um...
I can't reach him. He...

he's changed his number or...

Sorry.
Tell me about Ghani.

What good does it do
to call him?

What if he's looking for her?

Bassam.

I want him to know.

What?

That you're sorry?

That you need forgiveness?

He won't be able
to give you that.

I want him to know

how hard she tried to be good

and that no one
should ever judge her.

I can't breathe.

We just keep busy.

We have things to do.

Khalil?

Marwan is bringing someone
who wants to give us money.

But he wants to meet you first.

Who is it?

Some rich kid from America.

Don't worry.
If he doesn't checkout,

we'll leave him there
rotting in the tunnel.

It's Munir.

Be careful.

Always.

You got my message.

Yeah.

Daliyah's safe here with us.

Because of you.

She's here because
of what you did.

I'm glad.

I am.

But that woman who died...

she was Ihab's wife.

He is on a rampage.

Just tell me you found a target.

Abu Omar is arresting
five families.

Christian and other minorities
he thinks are supporting you.

When's it happening?

Tonight.

That's enough time
to evacuate the families,

set each house with explosives

and detonate them once the
Caliphate soldiers are inside.

You have the addresses?

I had to get
into my brother's computer.

He almost caught me.

I don't think
I can do this anymore.

Everything was normal last week.

But it feels like ten years ago.

Everyone's gone insane.

My brother...

he's not my brother anymore.

It's like a nightmare,

and I keep thinking
I'm going to wake up.

Hey, hey.

It's okay.

You'll be okay.

Come on.

Show me your hands.

Keep them up unless
you want to die here.

- Halima, it's me.
- Geez.

- What...
- Hey, he's not armed.

I used to be more trusting
than you, Marwan.

Not anymore.

He's got access to $10 million.

Have you seen
this money?

Not yet.
But I believe him.

I need proof.

Not until I see Abu Khalil.

You don't make
the rules here.

No weapon, but...

- Hey, hey, hey!
- Hey, back off!

I'm Sammy Al Fayeed.

I haven't seen you here
since your father died.

No.

You haven't.

And your mother?

How is she?

I didn't come
to discuss my mother.

He is punishing me.

God.

I keep praying for forgiveness,

to end the punishment, but...

Forgiveness?

For what?

Dooming Bassam,
my brother.

This is why you believe
God is punishing you.

What else
would you call

losing half
the country,

my grandson?

Everything
that's happened,

everything that
keeps happening...

Is God's will.

It's God's will, is it?

Or is it because of me?

There must be some way

to end all of this.

Because if not,
Ihab Rashid will come for us.

For me,
my family.

They will destroy us
and Abuddin will fall.

Like Libya.
And I'm not Gaddafi.

You won't destroy the threat
from outside the Palace

until you deal with the threat
from within.

From within?

Yes.

Are you saying

someone inside
the Palace

is working against me?

The poison lies within.

Where have you been?

I've been looking
for you.

Nowhere.

Here.

Organizing these.

There's so many boxes, you know?

Too many to count.

I've been here,
counting.

Okay, well, count later.

You're coming with me.

Where?

I've got us both
onto one of the arrest teams.

But we're not on the roster.

Abu Omar
assigned me.

He felt bad about
Ihab pushing me around,

so I asked him
if you could come, too.

I-I can't.

I need to finish these.

And I need you to help me.

Maybe we can go
on the next one.

Yeah, no, thanks.

Whatever we collect,
we get five percent.

You can finish
off later.

You're my brother
and you're helping me.

Let's go. Come on.

Detonators are armed.

Say when.

They should be here soon.

They marked
all the Christian houses.

We grew up with the Christians.

They were our friends.

Our neighbors.

We all got along, but now...

Okay, here they come.

Everyone on my team, let's go.

Tum'a Street, number 42.

Shit.

It's Munir and his brother.

What the hell is Munir doing?

He knows what
he's walking into.

They're headed to number 42.

Kill the detonator
for number 42.

I can't.

They're all
wired together.

It's all of them
or none of them.

Shit, shit.

We should stand down.

Munir's our inside man.

We need him.

Khalil...

No.

If we don't do this,
we lose General Said.

We can't defeat the Caliphate
without him.

Here, the door. Go.

Open up.

This is the army
of the Caliphate.

Come on!

Open the door or...

- Open the door!
- Just break it down!

Kasim... Kasim!

This is the army
of the Caliphate.

I'm feeling sick.

- Wait, wait, wait.
- They're almost inside.

- They'll see it's wired.
- I know.

I know. I'll tell you when.

You've got a problem?

Now.

I put my neck on...

Kasim!

Kasim...

He's alive.

Let's go.

Multiple bombs
killed at least 20

Caliphate fighters in Ma'an
a little over an hour ago.

Claiming credit for the attack

was the man
known only as Khalil,

whose Red Hand Brigade is waging

an increasingly
lethal insurgency.

Meanwhile, ba...

This man.

Khalil.

He's the break
we've been waiting for.

Once we meet, we can work
up a plan and retake Ma'an.

With a man you neglected
to tell me about until now?

We...

I was being cautious.

Before I involved you,
I had to test him.

See if he was telling the truth.

Yeah, and by doing so,

we lost an opportunity
to kill Ihab Rashid.

It would have been
a reckless decision.

That decision was mine
to make, not yours.

From now on, no more decisions

without my consent.

As for Khalil,
no one speaks to him

but me.

Mahmoud,
come with me.

Father...

You knew about this?

Sir...

General Said said
he would tell you.

I thought he had.

I swear it.

You, I trust.

With Rami, I'm...

I'm not so
sure anymore.

Hmm.

He made a mistake.

Maybe.

Maybe I made a mistake

to let him into the Palace.

Maybe that Rashid
blood in him

burns too hot.

This man, Khalil...

I want to talk
to him myself.

- Yes, sir.
- Hmm.

My advice?

Get a jet.

Gassed. On the runway.

So you can escape this nightmare

that you're about
to find yourself in.

I have been here before.

More than once.

You will not even
get a chance

to fire a shot
at the Caliphate

before Jamal turns on you.

He's my father.

My family.

Idi Amin,

Baby Doc,

Saddam Hussein.

Family is always
the first to disappear.

Hey.

What took you so long?

We, uh, we went north
before doubling back.

Siddiq thought we
were being followed.

I was wrong.

Better to be
safe than sorry.

It's all over the news.

Come.

The young man
Halima went to meet.

Is she okay?

She's fine, of course.

I just...

I don't know
how to say this.

Say what?

He is your son.

My son?

Yes.

That's...

that's impossible.

Apparently not,
because he's here.

Send him away.

Tell Halima to get him
out of the city.

He-he cannot be here.
He can't know who I am.

I realize this isn't
how you intended this to happen.

But he's come all this way

and he's got the money
that we need.

What money?
He doesn't have any money.

Yes, he does.

He inherited it when you died.

You have been hiding

since the moment
that we met.

And now your son
has found you.

I know a thousand things

are going through
your head right now.

Jamal promised to execute me.

But he couldn't do it.

So he left me for dead
in the desert.

I barely survived.

Walked for days
in the sun.

And since everyone

that I know and love

thought I was dead...

...I decided
to stay that way.

I couldn't
hurt you again.

Your letter...

was the last thing I saw

before they took me
from my cell.

No!

No.

Let go of me!

Let go!

How long till we get the money?

A day.

Less if we're lucky.

Sammy's not stupid.

He's a smart kid.

Yeah, well, smart kids
do stupid things.

What he's doing,

what he's done,
it's pretty admirable.

Jim, it's not like he stole
the keys to my car.

He's going to a war zone.

I'm sorry.

No, I understand.

But we'll get
through this.

Once Jamal releases
the money,

I'll transfer it to
an offshore trust

for this guy Khalil.

It was either this or smoking.

He'll call soon.

Sammy will call, we'll
send him the money,

and we'll all go home.

You know there was
a memorial service, right?

Never occurred to me
you weren't actually dead.

Sammy, I couldn't
tell you the truth.

Bullshit.

Bullshit.

I'm a man sentenced to death
for treason.

They would never
let us be together.

All I'd have ever
been to you was a...

a voice

hiding out
on the end of the phone.

Yeah, well,
maybe I would've liked

to hear your voice
one more time.

Yeah, me, too.

But that voice would've
kept you from moving on.

And your mom...

would never have
let herself be free.

And so I chose silence.

And if that was wrong,
then it was wrong

out of love,
not from cowardice.

Is that what you tell yourself?

You know what
the weirdest part is?

Seeing you right now
standing in front of me alive...

should be a relief.

It should make me happy, but...

growing up,
you just kept pushing me away

over and over again.

Made me feel like there
was something wrong with me.

I thought you secretly hated me.

I thought I was
a disappointment.

But now I-I realize
that I-I wasn't.

You were.

I guess I have more
to apologize for than I thought.

I guess you do.

Sammy, I love you.

But this is a war zone.

You have to go home.

I'm not going home.

I can't protect
you here.

I'm not asking you
for your protection.

I'm still your father.

No, you're not.

My father's dead.

You're Abu Khalil.

Remember?

And I'm not gonna sit by
and watch men like me die.

You've got a call.
It's urgent.

Show Sammy where he can
sleep tonight.

You need to get some rest.

It's President Al Fayeed.

Mr. President?

This is Khalil,

commander of the Red Hand.

I did what General Said
asked me to.

Now I'm hoping we can find
a way to work together.

Yeah, well, first tell me
who you are.

I told you...
my name is Khalil.

Yes, but who are you really?

I'm someone that can help you
defeat the Caliphate.

That's all you need to know.

Hmm.

I suppose you are right.

The thing is, in time of war,

you can't be sure
about who to trust.

But something
in your voice tells me

you can be trusted.

So...

tell me, Khalil,

can I trust you?

Yes, Mr. President.

Good.

Because we have
a lot to talk about, you and I.