Tyrant (2014–2016): Season 3, Episode 9 - How to Live - full transcript

Abuddin descends into chaos. Daliyah persuades Fauzi to leave so he can be a voice of dissent, and she takes a public stand against Barry. In an attempt to regain control, Barry gives Maloof authority to shut down Leilaâ€ôs opposition, and Ahmed joins to pressure his mother to surrender. Cogswell makes a forceful move that puts his career in jeopardy.

Previously on Tyrant...

Molly.

I'm home.

I didn't fall into your bed

to end your marriage.

Good-bye, dearest.

We've been tracking Hanif Kattan.

He's been in touch with his sister,

Mahdiya Kattan.

I volunteered to be a martyr.

To bring jihad to their backyard.



We will not wait for
them to attack us again.

Therefore, as of this moment,

a state of war exists

between Abuddin

and the so-called Caliphate.

Are you denying my authority?

You're an interim, unelected President.

To declare war on your last
month of presidency, Bassam...

I'll declare war

in the last month, on the last day!

If I'm elected your President,

I will immediately

withdraw our troops from a war
we should not be fighting.

What happens in the
first six weeks?



Will we have enough success

to make it politically impossible

for the next President
to withdraw our troops?

Well, you know I can't answer that.

You want to kill the man

who murdered your daughter?

You have to do it yourself!

I look forward to elections in Abuddin.

But now is not the time.

I am postponing, not cancelling,

our Presidential elections

until we can be certain

that the Caliphate has been destroyed

once and for all.

Bassam once told us

that no single person

should mean more than
all of us together.

He told us to demand democracy,

demand free elections,

and an end to the dynasties.

Now, for the second time
in less than a year,

that is exactly what we have to do.

Our President has turned his back on us,

on his own revolution,

on those who died

for a free and democratic Abuddin.

But we, all of us,

are more than that man,

who was once our hero, once my friend.

The Al Fayeed dynasty must end!

It must end!

The Al Fayeed dynasty must e...

It's treason.

He wants to stir them into a mob.

And look at them, ready to turn on you.

They don't understand
how far you've brought them.

Months ago, right before
you took office...

remember? You said the people here,

they have no experience with democracy.

You said they couldn't learn overnight.

Well, okay, the night's been long,

and this is the darkest part,

but what do they think's
going to happen when you're gone

and the Caliphate is at their door,

and that man is the only one
they have to lead them?

He's my oldest friend.

We used to

commiserate about my father when
we were kids, getting drunk.

The old dictator.

Now he says the same things about me.

I don't want a hair touched on his head.

But this can't be allowed to continue.

Arrest him.

I understand you're in
a very difficult position.

I'm sorry, you invited me
here so you could help me?

You very publicly support a
so-called democratic regime,

to have it only transform to
something quite different.

And it's not the first time.

We do have a history of
being disappointed by our partners,

but what's to say you won't
disappoint us, too?

I'm not asking you to support me.

I'm asking you to
support free elections.

By abandoning Bassam Al Fayeed?

By abandoning your support of his war.

Without which he cannot make war.

And without that war,

Bassam has no reason to deny the vote.

You and I both know

Bassam doesn't want to be President.

He never wanted it.

What he wants is revenge.

I think that's right.

And tragic heroes make
very poor political partners.

Halima.

It's nice to see you.

Thank you for making time.

Should we sit?

I know you've come here

to ask me to rethink the elections.

But you need to understand

what a dangerous situation this is...

I didn't come to argue with you.

I'm not important enough for that.

Look, Halima, I...

I've seen the person you used to be.

I fought next to him.

And even though we're
sitting in this office

instead of some bombed-out building,

I remember you.

Even if you don't, I remember you.

Thank you for coming.

Daliyah?

Fauzi. Where are you?

Headed to my car on the
way back to headquarters.

Tell your driver to bring
you to my house.

What? Why?

I'll tell you when you get here.

Is everything okay?

Please, just trust me.

- And, Fauzi...
- Yes?

Come straight here. Don't go home.

Are you sure?

I trust him.

We're on the Commission together.

His cousin's in the army.

He said Bassam issued
the order this morning.

The charge is treason.

Fauzi, you need to get out of Abuddin.

I've got a way across the border.

We'll get you to Jordan...

No, I can't leave. I can't leave.

Not in the middle of this.

I ran away once before.

I'm not gonna
abandon this country again.

I'm not going to argue with
you about your guilt.

But this is different.

You can't speak for
anyone if you're dead

or in chains.

Any opposition government
will have to form abroad.

Be the people's voice from there.

Then come with me.

What?

You're no safer here than I am.

Fauzi...

Daliyah, I can't leave you here

to take all the risks
while I run from them.

Come with me. We'll
both stand up to him,

as equal partners.

If I know we're in this fight
together, then I can go.

* TYRANT *
Season 03 Episode 09
"How to Live"
Precisely Synchronized by srjanapala

Are you okay?

I got a call.

The court handed down its sentence.

Is he going to be executed?

In three days.

They'll let me see him once before.

You should go.

Say your good-byes.

Say good-bye for me, too.

You hate him.

I don't hate Wafiq.

Then you hate me for loving him.

No, I don't. I...

I miss you.

As for your brother...

God is the one who forgives.

I don't have that much mercy in me.

After all he's done,
I'm not sure how you do.

Really?

You don't understand unconditional love?

I have no one else, but him.

- Nafisa.
- Since I was

five years old.

Since their gas attacks made us orphans.

He took care of me!

He raised me!

I love him.

No matter what he does.

And I hate them!

No matter what they do.

He never went home last night.
Someone tipped him off.

Who?

I don't know.

I have a thought.

Your husband, maybe.

No. That's... I-I don't believe that.

You heard what he said yesterday.

I did. I may be wrong.

But it makes sense.

A kind of amnesty.

Leave the country and I'll
let you be, old friend.

I don't know if

the President has the stamina
to do what's necessary.

Those who oppose him are the same people

who made him who he is.

His conviction may waver
in the face of that.

I have influence.

You have more.

If it becomes a problem, I'll make sure.

That's good.

But be careful, General.

Remember you work for us
and not the other way around.

Maloof.

Ah, there you are.

I've been looking at the maps
of Caliphate territory...

What?

Fauzi Nidal is missing.

Nice uniform.
- Shit.

I didn't see you there.

Are you hungry? They made too much.

No, thanks.

I thought you weren't hungry.

Did you ever imagine
when you were, I don't know,

getting stoned every morning,
that you'd end up a soldier

in my dad's army?

I'm sorry.

Our dad's army.

What do you want me to say?

Has anyone told my mom?

Given what she's gone through,

it seems a little soon.

She deserves to know.

She does.

And I have no reason to hide it.

I didn't do anything wrong.

Not by being born, no...

I know you're angry with your mother.

What if she's right?

Have you considered that?

And my dad is wrong?

I mean, our dad.

I know my mother.

And if she ever got the presidency,

she would never give it up.

They're all the same.

I'm telling you.

So pick a side.

Okay, so general relativity.

Go. Just the basics.

The exam is tomorrow.

You want me start explaining
relativity to you now?

You have to accept 8:00 a.m. classes

are just not a viable option for you.

How many people can you have
at an organizing meeting

in two hours?

Organizing for what?

A University-wide sit-in

protesting Bassam Al Fayeed's decision

to call off the elections.

You want my help?

I don't want your
help, I need your help.

Isn't that ironic?

Look, we're taking on the government

and the army here.

Even united we're up against it,

but divided... forget it.

So...

you're finally ready
to admit I was right

about Bassam Al Fayeed.

Yes, you were right.

Say it again.

You were right.

Now help me stop him.

Thank you for seeing us.

This is government property.

You're not safe here.

If General Maloof found out...

I suppose that shows how
much I trust you, Governor,

and how important this
meeting is for both of us.

We have a common problem.

I'm not sure we want the same thing.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Bassam is not my enemy.

I can't think of him like that.

He's just lost his way.

And we have to help
him find his way back.

And if you did, and if the
election were held tomorrow,

I would vote for
Fauzi Nidal, not for you.

I want you to have that chance.

I am not making civil war
against Bassam Al Fayeed.

Who said anything about war?

I'm talking about pressure,
political pressure.

There's no such thing.
He's beyond reasoning now.

That's why I'm talking to the Americans.

The Americans?

You really think they would
abandon their own chosen man?

Our meeting suggested they might.

Well, when you

hear back from them...

You are the governor of Ma'an Province

appointed by the President.

To do nothing is to give approval

to Bassam's dictatorship.

There is no such thing
as remaining neutral.

You have to pick a side.

What exactly did

your family die for, Governor?

So, what's the word?

Nothing.

No decision yet by the State Department,

maybe in a day or two.

Well, what was your recommendation?

Exley?

That we maintain our support
for the current President.

Why? Why the hell would
you settle for that?

Because whether you like him or not,

Bassam has learned to wield power.

And power, even without principle,

is better than chaos. All right.

Let me go to Washington
and make my case.

Your judgment is clouded.

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Let's just leave some things unsaid.

What is it that they say
about second marriages?

The triumph of optimism over experience?

It's the same with new Presidents.

Why don't you go help your uncle

put the bag in the van?

Okay. Okay.

Munib makes deliveries

across the border every week.

The men at the checkpoint
don't bother to look

in the back anymore.

Just make sure that Ghani stays quiet.

- What are you talking about?
- Sometimes...

he thinks it's funny when

you shush him and he'll laugh.

- I guess it's more of a cackle.
- Daliyah.

I need you to take care of Ghani.

Please.

You're not coming with us.

No.

You were never coming with us.

I'm sorry.

I had to get you in this truck.

I thought if I brought you
this far, you couldn't...

I need to keep you safe.

But what about you?

You're not safe, either.

You can't stay...

but someone has to,
otherwise it looks like

we've given up.

I can take the risk.

He won't hurt me.

I'm his best friend

and he's having me arrested.

What makes you think...

He's in love with me.

He's in love with you.

I-I didn't know.

Or maybe I did.

Are you in love with him?

I don't know.

I was...

but I don't know now.

I know how I feel about you.

Fauzi...

You once said to me,

"The world is so fragile

we can't afford to wait
for what we want."

You are what I want.

This was Samira's.

It hasn't worked in awhile, I...

I gave it to her when
she graduated high school.

It found itself into my pocket one day,

and, I don't know, I just...

I just kept it there.

Keep it for me.

I'll take Ghani and I'll go.

We'll call you when we get there...

but you have to promise me.

Any sign of danger and you get out.

And then,

when things are better...

we'll find each other again.

I promise.

You remember what I said?

Come on... I know you do.

You'll be there soon.

As soon as I can.

That's right.

How soon is soon?

I'm not sure.

I don't want you to worry.

Fauzi is a very good friend

and he's going to take
such great care of you,

just like I would.

You need me to be brave.

I really do.

I love you...

my wonderful boy.

You think I like this? I hate him.

It makes me sick to think

about being in the same room with him.

But we're never going to get anywhere

if we don't start finding
common ground with people.

It's got to start somewhere.

Not like this, Halima.

That guy is scary and dangerous.

His sister blew herself up in a hotel.

It was his sister.

I need allies, and he and
I want the same thing.

No, you don't. You hate the same thing.

That's different.

Okay, you're making me nervous.

Good.

You should watch your back.

'Cause in the end, we are who we are,

not what we claim to believe in.

You want proof?

Look at Bassam Al Fayeed.

He's in Jordan.

How do you know?

He started Tweeting antigovernment
tweets.

Once we saw that, I
contacted our friends

inside the country.

He's in the capital.

He has a child with him.

We believe it's Ghani Al-Yazbek.

Daliyah?

Is she the one who tipped him off?

How could she have known?

That's what we're trying to figure out.

I've listened to you.

I've heard you repent for your sins.

I've seen your pain and heartache

when you talk about loved ones lost.

And I've wept with you

over your suffering.

Our suffering.

I wish I could tell you

that our suffering is over.

I don't think it is.

Frederick Douglass,

the former American slave
and abolitionist, said,

"If there is no struggle

there is no progress.

Those who profess to favor freedom

and yet depreciate agitation,

are men who want crops
without plowing up the ground.

They want rain without

the thunder and lightning.

They want the ocean without the
awful roar of its many waters.

This struggle may be a moral one,

or it may be a physical one,

and it may be both moral and physical,

but it must be a struggle.

The limits of tyrants are prescribed

by the endurance of those
whom they oppress."

Let us show those who oppress us

that there is no limit to our endurance.

They cannot break us.

They cannot break us.

They cannot break us!

I apologize for the circumstances.

There are concerns for my security.

I understand.

I heard your speech.

It was very impressive.

You could be the next President
if you wanted.

If there were elections.

Is that why we're here?

You're nervous about me?

Don't worry.

I don't want to be President.

I don't want anything at all.

That's why the people trust me.

No, we're here because
you're the purest voice

we have for a better Abuddin.

And you need to be careful.

I am being careful.

Yet you think you're safe
to say whatever you want,

wherever you want.

Someone has to speak for the people.

I loved him once, too.

I was the daughter of a kitchen maid,

as you once reminded me.

And there was this boy.

He loved me.

And he didn't care who I was,

and where I came from.

And I thought,

"This is what love is."

Bassam and I may not be

on the same side anymore,

but we hold each other's hearts.

He won't hurt me.

As of this moment, I am resigning

as Governor of Ma'an Province

and as superintendent of this camp.

I am turning control of this
camp over to Major Haleed.

My instructions are to
keep this camp open.

You residents are free to stay

if you have nowhere else to go

and basic services will be available.

But those of you who want to be reunited

with your families in Ma'an, you can go.

This is your country, too.

I believe this is yours.

Thank you.

I was wrong about a lot of things.

Listen, I'm going back.

I'm joining Leila Haddad
and your brother.

You and your family are welcome
to join me on my journey.

When?
- Now.

Get your things. Let's go.

Don't cry.

I'm not.

I'm dying for what I believe.

That's about the best
you can hope for these days.

Maybe.

But I'll still miss you.

I know. I'm sorry.

I stayed for you as long as I could.

You have to be strong.

You have to pick up
where I'm leaving off.

What does that mean?

You need to kill your husband.

What?

Without him,

that coalition collapses, and with it,

the last pathetic voices
for a corrupted Islam,

made acceptable to the West.

You can't ask me to do that.

Either I die for a reason
or I die in vain.

It's your choice.

That's not fair.

Nothing is fair.

I took care of you.

And now, I'm asking that you

take care of me.

There is a pharmacist in Ma'an

who is friendly to our cause.

He'll help you.

Promise me.

You must leave, now.

Just one more minute. Come on, let's go.

One more, please?

- I took care of you.
- Let's go.

Nafisa!

Nafisa!

I... I love you, brother.

Is it because I'm a woman?

I don't know.

No, I don't...

I don't think so.

Democracy isn't our highest
priority right now.

You agree with the decision?

It doesn't matter what I think.

But no, of course I don't agree with it.

You know that.

Then he has his war.

I don't know if I have any play left

with the United States on his side.

Short of a civil war?

I don't think you have any.

You have to be careful.

Thanks for the advice.

I need you to be careful.

Before I end up in prison, you mean?

Or dead.

That's what happens.

I know, I have been to those executions.

I couldn't handle that.

I love you, too.

The Americans have chosen
to abandon their principle

rather than the man.

We won't get any support from them.

There is a warrant out
for Fauzi's arrest.

Word is he left the country.

I may be next.

No one's safe here.

Any of us.

Okay, men, no rest tonight.

I want you to surround this house.

Be alert, be vigilant.

This house and the safety
of the people inside

is our new mission.

You have protectors now.

Can I help you?

We're here to take you to the palace.

I didn't know I'd been
invited to the palace.

The first lady invited you.

Please tell her thank you,

but I'm a little busy right now.

It won't take long.

Thank you.

Mm...

Mmm, it smells nice.

Ow!

It's so hot.

I never knew how you
drink things so hot.

Wait.

What?

Tastes bad.

Smells good, but it tastes bad.

It has an aftertaste.

I'll make another.
- Don't be silly. I'm sure it tastes fine.

It's not fine. I know. Give it to me.

Why waste a good pot of tea?

A mistake is not a waste.

It's just that, a mistake.

I'm sure mine tastes fine.

It's not. Trust me.

Okay.

You taste it.

What?

You sit down

and taste it for me.

No, it's okay. I'll make another.

No.

Drink it.

Drink it, Nafisa.

You've changed since
the last time I saw you.

So have you.

Tea?

No, thank you.

You have such

remarkable PR, don't you?

Poor Bedouin woman from a tiny village.

Dead husband.

No education.

Guileless and simple.

I'm not having this conversation
with you.

What happened with you

and my husband during the war?

Did you touch his hand

once or twice?

Did you call him a hero?

Maybe...

give him an innocent kiss?

Nothing untoward,

and then you said good-bye.

But not really.

You moved.

Just close enough...

so when he returned to his older wife,

with whom he'd built a life
and raised two children

over 20 years...

but had no adventures...

...there you still were.

That's not why I came here.

Is that what you tell yourself?

As soon as I was gone,
the day I was gone, maybe?

You took my place in his bed.

He thought you weren't coming back.

Oh! Well, you and he

certainly gave that
hypothesis long enough.

And now this job.

This apolitical job, which you somehow

managed to turn into the
loudest soapbox in the country.

Turned yourself into a celebrity.

All by accident, was it?

No... not by accident...

...but not by design.

I wonder how things
would have been different

if you weren't so beautiful.

You get everything you want, don't you?

No, I don't.

Molly, when we meet with the...

Daliyah, what are you doing here?

Your wife summoned me.

Why?

To make this easier for you.

To make what easier for you?

What are you waiting for?

Are you gonna choose your
whore or your own daughter?

You're under arrest.

What?

Guards.

Take this woman into custody.

Yes, sir.

You couldn't do it, that's what matters.

No.

You and I...

..we're more the same
than different, Nafisa.

That's why I fell in love with you.

That's why I stayed with you.

When I see you with our children,

all loving and...

I'm not a loving person.

I'm not.

I'm angry all the time.

And I just don't understand.

Your mother died in the gas attacks.

You watched her die.

Why don't you hate people like I do?

I don't know.

For all the terrible things that happen,

life still makes me happy.

I should have taken better care of you.

This just happened?

Yes. He resigned as governor

and joined Leila and Al-Qadi.

- How many troops does he have?
- We're not sure.

There have been
desertions from the army already.

Native Ma'anians mostly.

And there will be more.

What about Cogswell and the Americans?

They're staying put, for now.

With your approval,
we'll move in the morning.

Put down the insurgency
before it has a chance to grow.

Ahmed, I want you to go, too.

Let your mother see you there.

I was going to ask.

Get this under control immediately.

What are you praying for?

Strength.

You should pray for something
you don't have.

I'm praying for you.

I have done everything
that I promised I would do.

I have broken with everyone
I love for Emma and for you.

Not because you asked me
to, because I decided to.

So I don't need your prayers.

I'm not asking for forgiveness,

but don't ever talk to me that way.

I am the President, not you.

I just got off the phone
with the Palace.

The Abuddinian Army is preparing to move

on Siddiq's militia
first thing tomorrow.

- How many men we got in there?
- About a thousand.

We need to get them out.

What about Siddiq's men... Leila?

General, we cannot be stuck

- between warring
Abuddinian factions. - Exley.

If any of our troops get killed
by soldiers we trained,

the blowback will be immeasurable.

Withdraw, General.

General?

Understood.

Um...

I was, uh...

Trying it on for size?

No. I...

thought that maybe if I sat there

and pretended to be you,

felt the weight of your
responsibilities,

I may... understand why you're
doing what you're doing.

Can we talk about this?

I know you've been avoiding me.

I'm in your office.

I'm not avoiding you.

Well, there's not much to talk
about, though, is there?

You've already made all your decisions.

You opposed your father.

I oppose you.

You still in touch
with your old roommate?

Yeah. Why?

He said he had a connection.

A way to get weapons.

Small arms. Some guy in Ma'an.

- What do you...?
- Text him. - Hanif.

Sooner or later,

the government will send in troops

- to shut this down.
- And then what?

And then we do what we should have done

a long time ago.

We force them to respond.

You want to start something?

My sister was right.

All of this...

it's just noise.

It changes nothing.

I don't give a shit about elections.

No one represents us anyway.

I want Bassam Al Fayeed
to make war on us.

I want him to have blood
on his hands again.

The Abuddinian Army
is approaching Ma'an,

about an hour out.

500-600 troops, 20 tanks,

more than two dozen Humvees.

Birds in the sky?

None yet, sir.

All right. It's time.

Let's secure the perimeter immediately.

Snipers on every rooftop
within a three block radius.

Let's put a 50 in the hands
of each man on the corners.

Blockades on every block,

four blocks out.

Keep your eyes open.

This is it.

He has one hour to surrender.

He'll get amnesty for all
civilians who joined him

if he hands over every
defector from our army.

My mother won't give up without a fight.

I'm not so sure about that.

She doesn't seem suicidal to me.

Get word to Siddiq.

I want to speak with him in half an hour

- to discuss surrender.
- Yes, sir.

Move, move, move!

You're outnumbered five to one.

Outgunned by a mile.

The President orders you to surrender.

I'm at liberty to discuss terms.

They sent you to squeeze
my heart, did they?

No one sent me.

I asked to come.

It's over, Mother.

Siddiq!

The Americans just entered the square.

There is a diplomatic solution here.

You people have been killing
each other for generations.

It is time to take a
break and stand down.

General Cogswell,

what the hell are you doing?

You fire, you are firing on my troops.

I don't think you want to do that.

We have an agreement. You work with me.

Today is not the day for a civil war.

Time to go home, General.

You heard me.

Go home.

What have you done to yourself?

They've treated you all right?

- I told them...
- Why are you here?

What do you want?

You want me to make you feel better?

To tell you it's not so
bad being in your prison.

That they're taking good care of me.

You did this to me.

You have guilt?

You deal with it.

Unless you've come to let me out.

Have you come to let me out?

No.

I'm not going to eat your food.

What do you mean?

I'm going on a hunger strike.

You can't just stick me
in a hole underground

and expect me to be silent.

I'll speak the only way that I can.

Please don't do that.

You can change your course...

..or you can watch me die.

You'd make Ghani an orphan?

I can't...

I can't just live for him.

I have to show him how to live.

- I wish I could...
- Guards.

Daliyah.

You have to go. Now.

Guards!

Precisely Synchronized by srjanapala