Previously on Tyrant...
There's been some chatter
about something bigger planned, but we don't know where,
and we don't know when.
I'll kill them all if I have to.
I have authorized our security forces to arrest
anyone who has collaborated
- with terrorists. - I need to see Ihab.
Face-to-face.
You're finally waking up to the truth.
I'm asking you to give me a chance to win this election.
There will be no election.
Oh, but there will be a war.
And when Al-Qadi comes home, we'll be waiting.
We'll find him and we'll kill him, too.
- Welcome home. - Your brother-in-law
was in contact
with Ihab to arrange the meeting the very same day
that he plotted the massacre at the Commission.
Go ahead, arrest me.
You're gonna be put on trial for who you really are.
The government of President Bassam Al Fayeed
has formally banned
Sheik Hussein Al-Qadi from standing
in the presidential election.
This violence is taking its toll
on Bassam's support.
I'm resigning my post as Foreign Secretary.
Professor Haitham El-Amin.
He's part of a new generation of anti-government bloggers.
This guy's the most influential.
You're sleeping with Professor El-Amin.
He's been writing blogs about me being responsible
for the violence in Abuddin.
I'm in love for the first time
in 25 years.
Just so you know,
I'm not gonna go easy on the administration.
You might come under fire yourself.
Anything else?
Yes.
I'm going to win this election.
Daliyah?
Don't worry, it won't stain.
Remember when I got this shirt?
We went to that giant mall in Orange County.
Mom got you that hoodie you thought looked feminine.
Right, it was pink.
It was lavender.
Emma, honey, you woke me up again.
I'm sorry.
Do you want me to sing you a lullaby?
No, sweetheart, I just need you to let me sleep.
Well,
is he dead yet?
Not yet.
Soon.
That's what you said last time.
I'm trying, sweetie.
Try harder.
Bassam?
Bassam.
You're shaking.
I'm so sorry I'm late, but honestly,
you don't have to wait up for me.
I'm going to meet with Al-Qadi tomorrow.
What?
I know I might be playing with fire, but...
In more ways than you think.
These were sent to the campaign today.
Who sent them?
Someone who's trying to embarrass you, obviously.
Why send them here? Why not post them online?
Money.
He wants 50,000 U.S. dollars.
Which I will pay him in order to shut this down.
But this has to stop.
Safiya said she'll take care of it.
Maybe I better do that.
I don't think that's smart.
I think we should keep our distance.
My sister is very resourceful.
It will be safer that way.
Are we being stupid?
We have a lot to lose, both of us.
Take off your clothes.
I want two things in my life.
I want to do my job...
and I want you.
I'm not afraid of taking risks.
Not being alive.
That's what I'm afraid of.
Are you all right?
I can go.
No, no.
Stay.
If Sheik Al-Qadi is guilty of a crime,
let him be charged with it.
But whether he's worthy of office
is for the people of Abuddin to decide
and not the sitting president.
Now, I may be the heir
to my friend, Bassam's, revolution,
but I'm not his twin.
And on this we disagree.
And my administration will reflect that.
Truth.
Reconciliation.
Those powerful words ring hollow now.
He's winning.
He doesn't need to say these things.
What?
He is allowed to disagree with you.
Even in public.
You think he's right, don't you?
I didn't say that.
No, you didn't say it, but you do.
I think he's right.
Did you two talk about this?
What?
No, you sound paranoid.
You know, I wish people would stop saying that to me.
He loves you.
We both do. We're both concerned.
Separately.
Are you?
Yes.
Neither one of you has any idea
- what it is like to do this job. - You're right.
To be the one charged with keeping people safe.
- When there's no room for mistakes. - Of course.
Fauzi doesn't have a clue, and neither do you.
I'm going to go.
I should go.
Wait, wait, wait.
I'm sorry.
Don't go.
I don't want to waste our time together.
It's the one thing I look forward to.
I look forward to it, too, more than you even know.
But I'm not just the woman you sleep with
in some anonymous room.
Take some time.
Think.
And try and sleep.
This is dangerous.
For both of us.
Yes, it is.
I'll start by saying thank you.
I appreciate your resignation.
Now, why am I here?
I want to know what really happened
when you met with Ihab bin Rashid.
It won't matter. You won't believe me.
Try me.
I thought I could convince him
that we both want the same thing for Abuddin.
I was wrong.
I assumed I could succeed or die.
And I was prepared for both.
I was wrong about that, too.
I ended up being used.
The Caliphate has two enemies inside Abuddin
that scare them:
Bassam...
and me.
One photograph took care of both of us.
I'm outlawed,
and Bassam proved himself the enemy of Islam.
You think I'm lying?
I think you're telling the truth.
The offer you made Ihab,
I'm offering you the same thing.
- A partnership, between us. - You?
I will be the president and you will be my prime minister.
- Impossible. - Nothing is impossible.
Bassam said you could not run, and you won't be running,
I will.
N-not that.
We want different things, madam.
No, we want the same thing... To win this election.
And, unfortunately, the only way that will happen
is for us to reach some kind of compromise.
Otherwise, Fauzi Nidal is about to become
the President of Abuddin.
Some gulfs are too wide to cross, I'm afraid.
Better?
We need to start somewhere.
Our intelligence suggests
that with the help of the American military,
their strength is growing rapidly.
They are moving towards a ground war with us.
This is precisely the kind of mistake
- we want Bassam to make. - Not if it comes too soon.
I worry that we won't be ready for an onslaught
from an American-backed Abuddinian Army.
Between the bombing by the Russians and the Kurds
on the ground, we've lost more than 1,000 soldiers.
I wouldn't worry.
When the holy war begins,
the true believers will flock.
The Americans will arrive well before they do.
You need to have more faith.
- And you need to watch your place. - My place?
What place is that?
Enough.
Fighting among ourselves, losing focus.
This doesn't help our cause.
He's willing to kill us all to avenge the death of a woman.
For Samira Nidal,
we turn back to Abuddin?
I want us back in Abuddin.
The Bradley Fighting Vehicles arrived
from Europe this morning.
You've added 3,700 ground soldiers
in the past month.
You just need to tell me
if we're ready or not.
We're ready, Mr. President.
Very soon.
You don't agree, General?
General Cogswell does not take into account
the fervor of the Abuddinian soldiers,
their willingness to die for their country.
I'm a little old for macho optimism, Mr. President.
Here's the truth.
This is going to be a long war.
Every war is longer than you think it's going to be.
You'll be strongest on your first day,
and every day after that, you'll get weaker
and they'll get stronger.
You're going to be mired in Syria,
which is their territory.
You think you know fervor, General?
This is an end-of-days cult.
You have no idea what real fervor is.
Unless you overwhelm them from the start,
you're gonna fight them to a draw at best,
which means they win.
And you've got one chance to get it right.
So until then, he does nothing?
Correct.
You're not ready to send in
troops and you can't find me Ihab and the sheik.
- Mr. President... - You two figure this out!
This election is two months away.
I'm running out of time as president.
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I think I found it. It's...
My parents still want me to have an arranged marriage.
Like they did.
Oh, well then.
Oh, no.
No way.
Looking at them
is exactly why I know I can't.
I want to lose my virginity to you.
What?
We have class in 20 minutes.
Well, not now. I mean...
one day soon.
Walk me to class.
Now I'm embarrassed.
You shouldn't be. It's sweet.
I'm a virgin, too.
Wait, really?
What's that supposed to mean?
I don't know, you're just so well-spoken
and Western and progressive and...
Oh, shut up. Just because I have a point of view
that doesn't mean I'm...
I'm an Arab woman in an Arab world.
What kind of girl do you think I am?
You don't believe me?
Come on, I believe you.
I've tried to learn about it... sex.
On my own and mostly from porn.
Maybe you can show me?
We can watch one together.
Yeah, well, I'll do some research.
Find a good one for us.
Sorry.
Here.
And that changed the entire course
of the Middle East, right up through the Arab Spring.
For your critiques, I want you to take
one of the countries of the Arab Spring
and write about the election process.
And please...
don't go over three pages.
Economy, people.
Professor El-Amin?
I just wanted to ask you
what's going on with your blog?
- My blog? - Yeah.
I was working on my last paper,
and I thought it would be helpful.
And it was gone.
Um, I don't post every week.
No, I mean it's gone.
And with everything going on right now
with the election, it just seems
strange that you're not blogging on it.
I have a six-month-old baby who doesn't sleep.
Honestly, with, uh, my research,
my family, that baby, I'm...
I'm completely blogged out.
Ah, really?
'Cause it kind of feels like somebody's putting pressure
on you.
You're spying on me now?
How many people did you have under surveillance
when you were first lady?
Why did you meet with him?
Is that against the law?
I could be, depending on what you talked about.
He's telling the truth.
He thought he was going to die.
That Ihab would kill him.
Instead they used him.
They used him?
What would he have told you differently
if he were guilty?
Did it even
occur to you that he might be using you?
My instincts say no.
Your instincts.
That's a big chance you're taking
with this country's future based on a hunch.
So, all you wanted to do was hear his story?
Tell me why you met with him!
Are you trying to scare me? Is that what you're doing?
Shame on you.
People are allowed to have
private conversation in this country.
Even your brother believed that.
Get some rest.
You look terrible.
You wanted to see me?
Yes, come on.
I want you to get married.
I'm still in mourning, Sheik.
Enough time has passed.
Uh, not for me.
The council needs to know
that you have moved beyond personal revenge.
Until they sense that,
you will never have their trust.
You don't believe them, do you?
I am not marching an army into Abuddin
to avenge Samira.
You and I, we have a vision.
I think one doesn't preclude the other.
Marry Madiyah.
You like her, no?
No need to feel shame.
It's good.
Yeah?
Now, I may be the heir to my friend Bassam's revolution...
We have a break.
We've been tracking Hanif Kattan,
a student at the university who was brought in a few weeks ago.
Very outspoken since your daughter's kidnapping.
He's been in touch
with his sister Madiyah Kattan,
who recently left Asima to join the Caliphate in Syria.
Yesterday, they talked on the phone for a while.
Apparently, Madiyah's getting married...
to Ihab bin Rashid.
We tracked her phone.
The exact time and location of that ceremony is imminent.
Finally.
Hey!
Hey.
Honey?
Um, Sammy, this is my wife Akilah.
Ah, nice to meet you.
Same here.
They met me for lunch.
Oh.
She slept all the way through, hmm?
She's beautiful.
Um, so class was canceled?
Yes, um, I'll be out of town.
We're going to Dubai.
- Dubai? - Mm-hmm.
Why?
Haitham's interviewing for a job.
Akilah...
Don't be modest.
He's up for a full professorship at the university there.
That's wonderful.
When would it start?
If he gets it, in two months.
Akilah.
Crazy.
So fast.
Let's not celebrate yet, hmm?
Well, uh...
break a leg.
Thank you. Yes.
Thank you, Sammy.
Professor.
Where were we when the prayer spaces were closed?
Nowhere.
We said nothing.
Where were we when Sheik Al-Qadi was barred
from the election? Nowhere.
Again, we said nothing.
What student union wouldn't speak out against that?
Even in America.
30% of us are Islamists,
but we have no voice here.
Halima Nair's
been hypnotized by her American-style crush
on our American-style president.
This isn't your meeting, Hanif!
I'm exercising my right to speak.
We start in five minutes.
You can wait your turn.
Turn?
You don't let anyone talk anymore
unless they agree with you.
Just like your hero.
Fine, you want a gripe session? I'll put you on the agenda.
You can say whatever you want. I'm sure you have a whole list.
How about the fact you're an informant for the government?
Turning people into the police without evidence.
I said you'll have your turn.
We're onto you.
The 30% of us you want to pretend don't exist.
Just because you choose to live a certain lifestyle.
Lifestyle... What's that supposed to mean?
Look at you.
How you dress.
How you parade your body
around men.
Around your boyfriend.
I saw the two of you together.
I saw her with him yesterday afternoon.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Throwing yourself at him!
In the square! In public!
That's not true!
Besides, we're here to discuss political issues.
Whore!
- Whore! - Whore! Whore!
Whore! Whore! Whore!
You have the most to gain from this deal.
My support makes you president.
What do I get? What do you want?
First off,
half the ministerial positions.
You can't afford to walk away from this any more than I can.
There are 20 ministerial positions.
You can appoint five.
What else?
A two-track legal system.
Agreed.
Observant Muslim may choose
to bring their family dispute into Sharia court.
No, no choose.
In family disputes, there should be
no other option but the Sharia law.
In criminal cases, we can have the civil law apply.
Leila Al Fayeed!
Will you hear me out, Nafisa?
No one will listen to you.
You think Bassam hates you?
Wait until your followers hear you say that name.
You will be the first man in history
to convince everyone on every side
that you've betrayed them all
simultaneously.
He's a Muslim cleric
and a traitor... what exactly are his good qualities?
What does Kipfer say?
He says I'm going to lose the election to Fauzi Nidal,
so I sent him home.
This is Abuddinian politics now.
You have gone completely mad.
No, I have not.
I found clarity.
This is right, Safiya.
It's revolutionary, that's why it scares you.
But I'm telling you, this is the answer.
Trust me.
A coalition...
...that will unite the people of Abuddin.
Work with the Al Fayeeds?!
She's not an Al Fayeed. She married one.
I think we can trust her.
At least we have to try.
Or else we get nothing.
I believe the sheik
is a man of peace.
And we need to learn to trust one another
before it's too late.
Unlikely bedfellows, yes,
but therein lies our beauty.
This small step is the way to avoid calamity
so that tomorrow we can fight back for the true,
fully Islamic state we ultimately want.
In the meantime, there will be Sharia law in this country
for the first time for more than 25 years.
Either this or Fauzi Nidal.
Nationalized industries.
Redistribution of wealth.
Some of you look scared.
Well, you should be.
That is a scary thought.
But there is
an alternative to that fear.
This coalition.
And with your support,
this election is ours for the taking.
Let's sign this paper and make you a married man.
What's wrong?
Pen's dry.
Wait right there, hmm.
Sheik!
Sheik! Sheik!
I will see you in paradise, my brother, hmm?
What if...
what if we're wrong?
What if...
if it's not true?
Shh.
Of course it's true.
Of course it is.
You are lucky.
You are blessed.
Paradise awaits you.
He's dead?
Yes.
But not Ihab?
I don't think so, no.
They're preparing to bury the sheik.
If Ihab were dead, we'd know it.
I need Ihab.
Mr. President, this is a win.
You need to know that.
All right.
I don't understand why you're doing this.
Shut the door.
Are you running away?
Is that what you're doing?
That's right.
I can't stay here anymore.
It's too dangerous.
You have no idea what I'm talking about, huh?
Because you've only been in Abuddin
for your father's honeymoon.
Well, the honeymoon is over.
I-I don't know what that means.
That means this country is about to remember
its worst self again.
It's when people like me would...
They come for us in the middle of the night and we disappear.
That's not gonna happen. I know my father.
- Have you not been - No, no, no.
- listening to him?! - You knew...
you knew him before he sat in that chair.
The office changes everything.
I let my guard down with you.
I'm not going to do that again.
Fine, leave.
I'm not gonna make you stay, but-but the Emirates?!
Why don't you go to a place
where you can be who you are?
Who I am? Hey!
Who am I? Hmm?
You're a gay man.
You don't know me at all.
I know you slept with me.
As if that defines who I am.
I'm not homosexual, Sammy.
I may sleep with men once in a while,
but don't you dare assume that makes me something I'm not.
That is...
That is so American of you to think that way.
I'm not like you...
or your, um... your other friends.
I thought you understood that.
I thought that was what drew you to me.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have papers to grade, huh.
So, if you need a minute to collect yourself I understand,
otherwise, please go.
And stop crying.
You know if I'd been there,
I would have punched his lights out.
Hey.
Hey. Huh?
What are you doing?
I'm just trying to kiss you.
Now?
He just...
they just called me a whore.
But you're not a whore.
Just because those assholes are stuck somewhere
in the middle ages, what,
I'm not allowed to kiss you?
What? Huh?
Does this change something?
How does this change anything between us?
I can't...
win every fight at once.
What does that even mean?
I don't... I...
I can't give him an argument.
"That slut... she wants women to be treated the same as men.
That slut wants democracy.
Western values."
What are Western values?
Sex.
Depravity.
That's crazy.
You know, that's...
that is giving him all the power.
I'm a woman! He has all the power!
Yeah, but he's-he's lying, anyway.
He's calling you a whore whether you are one or not.
So what?
Just have sex, no one will know.
I will know.
Unbelievable.
I love you and I want to make love to you.
Me, too.
Me, too...
...but it can wait.
Those other things that I want can't wait until I'm married.
Hey.
No.
Don't leave me because of this.
I need you.
Remember me?
The guy you were taking pictures of.
Where's the computer?
What pictures?
Do I have to ask you twice?
Y-you've got it all wrong.
You think you can do this to me,
when I've spent 30 years building a reputation?
You think you can do this to her?
Where's the computer?
I don't know what you mean.
Bullshit!
Pictures live forever today.
Now give me the computer.
Let's go!
Open it.
Shit.
The-the battery's dead.
What is this, some kind of a joke?
Uh, I-I can't.
- I-I can't. - Do you think I'm an idiot?
Where were you?
Been here for an hour.
You didn't answer your phone.
Wine?
You look like you could use some.
It's Quintarelli.
Yeah, well, it's all grape juice to me.
You missed your window.
I have to go.
Watch your television tonight.
Why? What have you got up your sleeve?
You advise the government.
You know I can't talk to you about that.
I'm Nafisa Al-Qadi.
Pleasure to meet you.
This is my sister, Safiya.
You and I should, uh, spend some time together.
Get to know each other.
You're supposed to say, "That will be nice."
I prefer honest to polite.
I believe you're using
my husband.
We're using each other.
Given the history of my people and yours,
it's not as neat as you make it sound.
History's about to change,
but I appreciate a woman who supports her husband.
Like you did, Mrs. Al Fayeed?
It's time, madam.
Thank you.
For generations
the secular and the religious
have lived separate existences in our country.
Today we know
that is no longer possible...
if our nation is going to have a real future.
And so, today,
I stand here,
proud...
to announce a coalition
that will finally unite
all of our people.
A coalition of harmony.
A coalition for peace.
I don't know what it is you think you're doing.
Please, you're just upset
your guy isn't going to win.
I banned that man from office,
and you defied me.
I'm not having this conversation with you again.
Is it just that you need to hurt me?
Is that it?
You still hate me that much?
You can't really think that.
Tell me how else I should interpret it.
I never want to hurt you.
- Never. - Bullshit.
You're lying.
You're always lying.
I'm not. I'm not lying.
I'm not trying to betray you.
I'm not your enemy.
I just disagree with you.
Not everyone who disagrees with you is a traitor.
He embraced my daughter's murderer,
and you made him a partner.
Get out.
I never want to see your face again.
Get out.
No, you can't do that.
You may be angry, but you can't walk away from me.
We're connected, you and I.
That was a long time ago.
- Not that. - And Jamal is dead.
Not that, either.
What the hell are you talking about?
Our child.
Our son.
Don't tell me you never suspected.
The weekend before my wedding.
Don't tell me you don't remember.
I held onto it for so many years.
I wanted to tell you desperately.
When you came back for Ahmed's wedding.
I wanted to tell you it was your son
who was about to exchange vows.
But for Ahmed's sake,
I had to protect him from your brother.
So there was no way I could.
You would've done the same.
We may disagree,
we may never see eye to eye politically ever again,
but we're connected.
It's all legacy.
A legacy of love.
Mine, at least.
Open the door.
Apparently, there's polling
that comes out later today that was done
after our announcement last night.
We'll see where we are.
What's wrong?
The kid who took
those pictures of you?
He was found dead.
Police said robbery gone wrong...
but that isn't really what happened, is it?
What are you suggesting?
You tell me.
I had nothing to do with it.
I don't even know who that kid was.
Your general then.
Did you tell him about the pictures?
Of course I did.
So, it was him.
I have no idea.
Of course it was.
If it was him...
it was to protect me...
you... us.
Stop looking at me that way.
Some people get what they deserve.
He didn't deserve it.
He wasn't a blackmailer.
What are you talking about?
I paid him to take those pictures.
I don't understand.
He was just a kid who worked for me.
I gave him a few hundred bucks just to scare
some sense into you.
Well, that was stupid, wasn't it?
Who are you people?
"You people"?
Isn't there any limit
to what you'll do to get what you want?
No, this was your doing...
not mine,
not William's.
He killed someone for no reason.
Even if he was a blackmailer,
I had paid him off.
You need to pull yourself together.
Everything is about to change for us,
for all of us.
I'm not going to put that at risk because of some
mistake you made.
This stays between us.
Between us.
Or what? He kills me, too?
You need to pull yourself together!
Right.
It was an accident.
I did what I had to do...
to protect us, to protect you.
I'm not used to being taken care of that way.
You make me feel safe.
Well, you are many things, Leila Al Fayeed,
but safe is not one of them.
Are you near a TV?
Nafisa, where's the remote?
Nafisa!
I'm in the refrigerator.
Find it yourself.
The latest polls in the race
for president of Abuddin signified a major change today
- in the political landscape. - You'll never catch me.
I will, I will.
- Quiet! - Just one day after
her announcement of a coalition
with the Freedom Party
of Sheik Al-Qadi,
Leila Al Fayeed has pulled ahead
of Fauzi Nidal,
with 51% to 45%
and 4% yet to be decided.
Did you hear that?
What are you talking about?
It looks like your father
is going to be prime minister of Abuddin.
You see what you've done?!
You've joined our enemies together.
- Fauzi. - Tell him!
What are you doing here, anyway?
I was delivering a Commission report.
- Is that a problem? - This is a disaster, Bassam.
It's a disaster!
It won't stick, Fauzi.
What are the chances of them
holding a coalition like this together?
For two months until the election?
Pretty good, I'd say.
And if she gets to be president,
you've amputated your own revolution.
Fauzi, it's just one poll.
They probably got a bounce off the announcement.
Look, let's not panic.
All right? There's still a long way to go.
You just couldn't leave
well enough alone, could you?
You had to ban Al-Qadi.
You are no different from your brother.
Unless you have something else to say, we're busy here.
Don't say it.
You need someone on your side.
I'll be on your side.
God has sent me a message.
In some sense I always knew,
but I let myself... be convinced.
That was my mistake.
My path is revenge.
Nothing else.
I understand.
What is going on
in Abuddin makes it even more important for us
to put the pressure on.
This American
is not going to be president forever,
and before he steps aside,
we need to encourage him to make a war he's going to regret.
Your plan for Al-Qadi backfired.
Instead of making the American more powerful,
it created an alliance against him.
Now you want us to rush into war
because you see your window of opportunity closing?
The sheik chose Ihab,
loud and clear.
If he were alive, I know what side he'd be on.
We all do.
- I stand with the sheik. - The sheik's dead! Look at the facts.
It's our decision now.
Who's with me?
Now, where were we?
But we will not be deterred.
We will continue this fight,
even into their own territory until we eliminate this threat
to our way of life.
Have you seen the latest polls?
Yeah, I've seen them.
It makes things complicated, the polls.
The army's not inclined to support anyone,
just because they happen to win the election.
Really?
Well...
I don't think you're quite
getting the hang of democracy, General.
You may be right.
A military coup?
The army was never going
to allow Leila Al Fayeed
to succeed her husband.
Just so you know.
Yeah.
Well, let me tell you what happens
when you decide to exercise veto power
over the will of the people,
the American military goes home,
and with it all of its equipment,
all of its spare parts
and all of its intelligence capabilities.
So, then what kind of army would you have in six months?
Oh, I'm shocked, General.
I thought we were allies.
Oh, please.
Yes?
I-I'm sorry. It's-it's too late, we'll...
It's okay.
I was just...
I wanted to see how you are.
I saw the polls.
I realize my mother's made things...
I know.
What?
I know.
She told me.
I'm happy about it.
I hope you are.
I'm trying to process it.
What it means.
How much I've missed.
How to tell everyone else in my life.
Right.
I know.
And if it's too much, too late, I...
No.
You're my son.
Mr. President?
A video...
from Ihab bin Rashid.
The President of Abuddin and his American bombs have murdered
Sheik Abdullah, leaving me the leader of the Caliphate.
For the first time since Bassam Al Fayeed and I
opposed each other, we both have an army.
In the name of the Prophet, Bassam,
let's finish this once and for all.
I'm going to war...
...to avenge your death.
You need to go now, honey.
I need to sleep.
Let me sleep.
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