03x08 - Ask for the Earth

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Previously on Tyrant...

Marry Mahdiya.

You like her, no?

(all singing)

(expl*si*n)

Ihab: God has sent me a message.

My path is revenge.

Nothing else.

I understand.

I want to know what really happened when you met with Ihab bin Rashid.

I thought I could convince him that we both want the same thing for Abuddin.

Leila: The offer you made Ihab, I'm offering you the same thing.

A partnership between us.

I will be the president and you will be my prime minister.

One day after announcement of a coalition with Sheik Al-Qadi, Leila Al Fayeed has pulled ahead of Fauzi Nidal.

Fauzi: If she gets to be president, you've amputated your own revolution!

What are the chances of them holding a coalition like this together?

Cogswell: 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.

The president of Abuddin and his American bombs have m*rder*d Sheik Abdullah leaving me the leader of the Caliphate.

For the first time, we both have an army.

Let's finish this once and for all.

There's an in-patient treatment center in Germany.

I need to go get better.

You can get better here.

I can't be here anymore.

You want to know what you can do for me, Barry?

You can let me go.

Bassam...

(indistinct chatter)

Woman: Welcome to Dresden.

You're here for the conference, I see.

That's right. Two nights.

First time in our city?

It is.

And I'm looking forward to being a tourist in-between terrorism panels.

Just so you're aware, the opening dinner in the Leibniz Ballroom has been moved to 9:00 p.m. to accommodate late-arriving guests.

One key or two?

Two, please.

Have a wonderful stay.

Thank you.

Leila Al Fayeed.

Man: Welcome to Dresden, ma'am.

Thank you.

Where's Cogswell, General?

I want to talk to you both.

NATO Terrorism conference.

Right, of course.

General?

I need to know if we're ready to send our army into Syria.

Sir, are you asking me if we're prepared to go to w*r today?

That's what I'm asking.

Yes.

Good.

I'm tired of waiting.

We need Ihab to give us an excuse, any reason to march, and when it comes, we move.

I have news I wanted to share with you.

Okay.

I volunteered to become a martyr.

To bring jihad to their backyard.

It's a great honor.

To-to be a martyr.

To go to paradise for our cause.

I know.

I hope to meet you there someday.

That would be nice.

Since we weren't destined to share a path in this world, I would like to see you in the next.

(birds chirping)

Mom?

Sammy.

Mom.

Oh, God.

(sniffles) I missed you so much.

Oh, me, too.

Are you okay?

I'm okay.

So, the doctors, they...?

They were on board.

Oh, okay.

(laughs): I didn't run away.

Molly?

I'm home.

(chuckles) I can see that.

Uh... I had no idea.

You-you said don't call.

I didn't call. I know.

You were so good.

I-I, I know that was hard.

Uh, I, I gave the house staff a warning.

I'm sorry I couldn't tell you.

I just, I never would've been able to answer all your questions.

It doesn't matter now.

(quiet laugh)

You happy to see me?

You have no idea.

(phone chirps)

♪ ♪

(music playing from headphones)

(doorbell rings)

(music stops)

I got one already.

Two might be more than we need. Well, we're never gonna know unless we try.

I like taking you to bed in the afternoon in a country where no one knows who we are.

We don't have to hide.

That's funny, I was just thinking...

...we've done this so many times.

Why is it so different this time?

It's because this is what normal people do.

They take a holiday.

A very short holiday.

The real world is right outside that window.

A thousand miles more.

Are you gonna come see my panel?

Oh, well, that depends.

Is it...

Is it about what to do in Dresden in the afternoon?

Then, yeah.

I believe it's titled "Neighboring States and the Spreading Infection of the Caliphate."

That's just not funny.

Oh, that hurts.

That's what I was going for.

I'm gonna come see your panel.

So I know two months from now what I have in store when I'm president.

No comment.

No comment?

You are such a model of discretion, aren't you?

Yeah, well, you're the one that makes noise, not me.

(indistinct P.A. announcement)

You're a French national?

Welcome to Germany.

(knocking)

Put it on.

You can pass through a metal detector.

Nothing will trigger.

Okay.

Once it is turned on, you detonate it by making a phone call.

Any phone call.

Press number, press call.

We spent months preparing for this.

Hundreds of people; important people.

They're trusting you with this.

Man: You understand the plan, yes?

Yes.

I'm smart that way.

I know it's a, uh, a big, general question.

How are you?

I'm better.

Um... I'm different, but better.

I don't want to die anymore.

That feeling's gone.

That's good.

Yeah.

When I was alone away from this place, I figured some things out.

All of those children.

It was... whatever you want to call it...

A-a loss of innocence?

I mourn that.

Not as much as I mourned Emma, but still, a loss of me.

Of course.

But it's useless.

I have blood on my hands now that I can never wash off.

No amount of feeling guilty can change that.

I'm of this place now, Barry.

I'm stained by the ugliness of this place.

So... that's how it is.

Fine, I'm not gonna lose another night's sleep over it.

Right.

All I care about is finishing the job.

You understand?

Ihab is still alive.

We k*lled the sheik, but... But Ihab is still alive months later.

I'm going to w*r to fix that.

We are going to w*r for our daughter.

And everything else we stayed here to accomplish.

Exactly.

Exactly.

I'm done with forgiveness.

I had no idea she was coming back. I, um...

I hadn't heard a word from her since she left.

Molly.

You can call her by her name.

Molly.

Your wife.

Molly.

My wife.

I can't...

You can't what, leave her?

Of course you can't.

I didn't fall into your bed to end your marriage.

I did it because I thought your marriage might be over.

I hoped so.

Isn't that awful?

No.

I don't think it is.

Of course it is.

This is the right thing.

And what you and I did while your wife was gone... was not.

I love you.

Oh, I love you, too.

Good-bye, dearest.

Last time.

I'm so sorry.

Why?

For what?

For wanting to die.

You don't have to apologize. Ev...

Everyone understands. No, I do.

I owe you an apology, you.

I behaved like being your mother wasn't enough.

And it is.

(whispers): I'm gonna try not to hold onto you too tight, okay?

Even though you're the thing that I love most in the world.

Is that too big a burden?

No.

Feels good.

What?

Nothing. Just, um...

You seem so...

All the pieces put back together again.

I do?

Well, that's good. I'm glad.

I don't want to scare you anymore.

You're not losing me.

You're not.

I'm here.

(indistinct conversations)

(jaunty music playing over speakers)

♪ ♪

(line ringing)

Hello?

Hello?

Mahdiya.

Hey. How are you?

I'm fine.

It's good to hear your voice.

I called to wish you a happy birthday.

It's not my birthday till next Wednesday.

I know. I just...

I worried that I might forget.

And I had a minute.

That's... okay.

Thank you.

Are you okay, Mahdiya?

What? Yes.

I can't...

I'm not really supposed to talk.

I shouldn't talk.

I just wanted to call for a minute.

I have to go.

Bye, Hanif.

(dial tone)

Ah, I didn't know anything about this place.

It's wonderful.

It was all rebuilt after the w*r.

They recreated the whole thing again.

This is an exact replica of a beautiful city.

That's a little bit cynical, don't you think?

The point is they rebuilt.

Mmm.

It's a lesson of human resilience.

That's one way of looking at it.

How would you prefer to think of it?

As a monument to our ability to paint things over as if they never happened.

So that we can make the same mistakes all over again.

What's happened to you? You're an American.

I thought you people are all rah-rah idealism.

We are not a young country anymore.

Well, I'm from Abuddin. We are a young country.

So I prefer hope.

(footsteps approaching)

What are you doing?

I asked the staff to make up another room for me.

Another room?

A separate bedroom?

I need some space.

So you don't want to sleep in the same bed with me? Don't.

Just... let it be.

No, I'm not gonna do that. Please don't make me talk about things I don't want to talk about.

What does that mean?

We have to talk about everything.

(sighs) Fine.

Did you sleep with her when I was gone?

(quietly): Wow.

That was quick.

You think I didn't have a sense?

The way you looked at her.

(scoffs) The way she looked at me.

Not telling me she was in the capital.

You were gone. I was alone.

I didn't know if you were ever coming back.

I don't need to hear your reasons.

I don't care, Barry.

I don't care who you sleep with.

(exhales)

I'm trying to figure out how you think now.

Wh-What it is you're feeling.

I'm not in love with you anymore.

Okay.

You asked me before I left if I blame you for Emma's death.

I do.

And that may not be fair, but I do.

I blame myself, too.

It doesn't matter.

Whatever we had...

I'm not even sure what we had anymore...

It's gone.

I think that happens when people lose a child.

I read that somewhere.

No. I do not accept that.

We can't just give up.

Barry, don't fight for this just because you think it's the right thing to do.

We both feel the same way.

So let's just be adults, yeah?

I'm your partner, and you're mine.

We still have a child together, and we still have a job to do.

Together.

That's why I'm here.

(indistinct conversations)

(clicking)

(beeping)

(indistinct conversations)

♪ ♪

(loud expl*si*n, high frequency ringing)

The death toll now stands at 31, with 86 injured, many of them critical.

(beep, line ringing)

German police have reported the att*ck was the work of a single su1c1de bomber, a woman whose name has not been released but is known to have...

Leila: Yes?

Just tell me how you are.

I was far away.

At the other end of the lobby.

Just a few cuts and bruises... That's it.

(shuddering breath)

(voice breaking): You can't imagine what a b*mb could do to a human body.

I understand they've tied it back to Abuddin.

It'll be interesting to see how Bassam reacts.

(sighs) The election's six weeks away.

This is the problem of the new government.

This is our problem.

(sighs deeply)

(sighs)

The Caliphate officially claimed responsibility in a post just a few minutes ago.

They identified Mahdiya Kattan as the su1c1de bomber.

The UN Security Council is convening in the next few hours to discuss the spread of v*olence into Europe.

"And the ripple effect of the Caliphate-Abuddin conflict, which has now begun to infect the rest of the world."

Okay, I'm gonna see our UN ambassador and the secretary general if I can.

Yes, sir.

Ihab's done his part.

Tell Maloof I'm going on television this afternoon.

I need more than your silent acquiescence, I need your vocal support on this.

(sighs)

This is a w*r for both our daughters.

What do you think Leila will do?

Well, this is why her alliance with Al-Qadi is so dangerous.

She'd be on my side otherwise.

She'll find some reason to object, something procedural.

She can't just say yes.

But I don't think she has much room to take me on either.

(quietly): She knows as well as you and I do that at this point, the Caliphate will never allow democracy in Abuddin.

They will battle us until either we're destroyed, or they are.

Yes, I agree.

My fellow Abuddinians, the Caliphate att*ck in Dresden was the latest in a series of violent assaults on our way of life and on freedom itself.

We will not wait for them to att*ck us again. When we respond, and we will respond, it will be with decisive and with deadly force.

I pledge to you to eliminate their capacity to harm us or any of our allies.

Therefore, as of this moment, a state of w*r exists between Abuddin and the so-called Caliphate.

Are you aware that while you were on route back to Abuddin, President Al Fayeed has declared w*r on the Caliphate?

No comment.

Mrs. Al Fayeed.

I urge calm and cool heads until Sheik Al-Qadi and I have the chance to meet interim President Al Fayeed.

Are you saying that you might object to any declaration of w*r?

No comment.

He's in a meeting with Mrs. Al Fayeed and the sheik.

Give him a message... tell him I'd like to speak to him when he's done.

Is that necessary?

Well, I already know what you're going to say.

You're... you're one of those commanders who's never quite willing to pull the trigger.

One more day, one more t*nk.

How many wars have you fought in, General?

How many battles?

We outnumber them in men, in tanks, in g*ns.

They cannot defeat us.

They don't need to defeat you.

You're going to be on their turf.

All they have to do is keep you from defeating them.

They're going to draw you in, they're going to wear you out, and they're gonna force you to fight block by block, house by house. Call me in a year and tell me about your will to fight. You know what?

I don't think I'm going to do that.

I don't know what your plans are, Maloof.

I don't know what grand political dreams are floating around in there.

But I wouldn't get ahead of yourself.

Costly stalemates usually aren't the stepping stones to greatness.

Are you denying my authority?

You're an interim unelected president.

Yes, I'm denying your authority to declare w*r on your last month of presidency, Bassam.

I'll declare w*r in the last month, on the last day, if I have to.

Keeping this country safe doesn't wait for politics.

I know bin Rashid.

This is what he wants.

(chuckles)

Everything he's done is-is to this purpose.

He's goading you to att*ck him.

I know that.

But wanting w*r doesn't keep him safe from me.

We both want the same thing, so w*r is what he's gonna get.

Bassam, for God's sake, we're a small country.

And this is the whole world's fight.

Even if we have the United States at our side, we don't have the power to k*ll all our enemies.

And there will always be more.

I'm not debating this with you.

You lived in the palace for 20 years, how can you not have learned?

I have learned.

Then you learned the wrong thing.

Jamal was right. Tariq was right.

If you let these people live, they come back to k*ll you tomorrow, and they did.

They k*lled my daughter.

I'm gonna wipe them out.

Every last one. And if you wouldn't have the courage to pull the trigger yourself, then it's a good thing it's my job and not yours. And as for this man...

You're confusing wisdom with treason.

I'm about to send our troops into harm's way.

Our men, our boys.

Be very careful what you say against me, against the cause for which some of them are gonna die, because I will not hesitate to call you out for giving comfort to the enemy, and that's treason, Sheik Al-Qadi.

Leila: President Bassam Al Fayeed is our interim president.

He's in office solely to transition to a democratically chosen leader of Abuddin.

As such, he has no constitutional or moral authority to take our country to w*r.

I want to be very clear.

I believe the Caliphate is evil and our enemy.

If I'm elected your president, I will immediately withdraw our troops from a w*r we should not be fighting.

That I do not believe we can win.

(cheering)

What exactly is it that you're asking, sir?

How long?

I'm asking you how long it will take.

To finish?

Well, you know I can't answer that.

General?

It's not a month, not two, not three, even if we move tomorrow.

Okay, what happens in the first six weeks?

Will we have victories by then?

Will we have enough success to prove them wrong?

To make it politically impossible for the next president to withdraw our troops?

Some victories, maybe. Maybe some defeats.

But where the w*r will be when you leave office, whether your troops will be on the offensive or bogged down... Impossible to say.

Maloof: Leila Al Fayeed has given them a strategy.

The Caliphate won't engage with us unless they have the upper hand.

They have no reason to take chances.

All they need to do now is wait six weeks.

Mr. President, I know you don't want to hear this, but as a soldier, I have to tell you that it would be dangerous and reckless to send men to die in a w*r that will only end in retreat.

That is not courage in the face of odds.

That's m*rder.

I need to go to sleep, I'm tired.

Molly...

What?

Is there something you need to hear from me that you don't already know?

There was no way I could've known, when I made the decision, that I would have this job to do, and that I would run out of time.

We always said...

Not we... you.

You always said.

Your intellectual, ideological f*cking hedge.

I want democracy in Abuddin, but it can't be me.

You can vote, but not for me. An Al Fayeed can't replace an Al Fayeed.

You know what the joke is?

An Al Fayeed is still gonna be the next president, and it's not gonna be you.

The people would've... elected you in a minute.

Everything you did.

Truth and reconciliation?

Jesus Christ, what a farce.

You want to do a job, do it yourself, Barry.

Don't leave it for someone else.

You want to k*ll the man who m*rder*d your daughter?

You have to do it yourself.

You've seen the polls.

She's gonna be the next president.

I can't make a w*r in a month, and I cannot send our troops in to die for nothing.

Right.

So I spend the next six weeks bombing Caliphate territory.

But how many more innocent people will die?

How many more children?

I don't see those children's faces anymore.

I just see hers.

Emma's.

In a constant loop inside my head.

"Mommy," she said.

"Mommy, help me."

But I can't.

I can't.

That's Daddy's job.

(footsteps approaching)

Barry: Citizens of Abuddin, no one is a greater champion of democracy than I am.

The right of the people to decide their own fate was at the heart of our revolution.

But democracy is not something we can simply will into being while we hope for the best.

It has to be fought for.

Sometimes d*ed for, as so many did when the Caliphate was driven from our territory, and the old regime was ended.

I look forward to elections in Abuddin.

But now is not the time.

First there is a job to be done.

To rid ourselves of a persistent enemy at our borders who is determined to see us fail.

Once they have been defeated, and only then, can we safely hope for our young democracy to survive.

I am, therefore, postponing... Not cancelling...

But postponing our presidential elections until we can be certain that the so-called Caliphate has been destroyed once and for all.

Madam?

I told you, remember?

That he would turn out to be the same as the rest of them.

Not better.

You did.

I'm sorry.

For what?

I'm going to be president.

Bassam.

I need to see you.

And I know that's not okay, not anymore.

But I have to talk to you.

You told me that you trusted me more than anyone.

You have to trust me on this.

You can't do this.

You can't.

I know how much pressure you're under.

How much it hurts.

But this undoes everything.

And I can't... I can't be silent if you...

Please, call me back.

Please.

(beep)

(sighs)

Siddiq: I came all the way from Ma'an.

I would like to see him.

I'm afraid that's not possible at the moment.

Are you protecting him? Is that it?

Fauzi: I'll see myself out.

Did you see him?

No.

He's busy. In meetings.

For you, too? I can't seem to get past this man.

Why don't we just wait here? The two of us.

We'll wait as long as is necessary.

I can't let you do that.

Unless you have an appointment.

I'm Bassam's oldest friend.

And this man here, he was at his side, his right hand, throughout the revolution.

Are you really going to turn us away?

Today? Yes.

The problem of Abuddin is not across our borders.

It's right here at home.

It's the corrupting influence of power.

And it infects all of those who take up residence in that isolated, golden palace.

First Khaled Al Fayeed.

Then Jamal Al Fayeed.

And now President Bassam Al Fayeed.

I am no longer an Al Fayeed.

I am Leila Haddad.

And if I am elected president, I will shut down that palace and turn it back to a people's park.

And the president of Abuddin will live right here, in a humble home. With you.

Among you.

For you.

Exley, it's Cogswell. Listen, until I get orders to the contrary, I am still preparing Bassam's army for the ground w*r in Syria.

I had believed he had support for this w*r until yesterday.

But things are about to get ugly in Abuddin.

So I suggest you get on the next plane out here.

...have a future worth fighting for.

Raise doctors and engineers, scientists and poets.

The path to paradise is here.

You tell 'em.

(indistinct chatter)

(beep)

(line ringing)

Female voice: You have no new messages.

(beep)

We cannot claim to come to terms with the sins of our past at the same time as we are intent on repeating them.

The promise of the revolution was the promise that the people's voice would be heard.

Not just when it is convenient.

Not only when those in power agree with it.

Always.

Democracy is not a sometimes thing.

It is important that these words are repeated, again and again, until they ring out not just in the streets but in the palace itself, that the promise of the revolution was the promise that people's voice will be heard.

So said Daliyah Al-Yazbek, the great heroine of our revolution, the mother of our democracy.

Not just when it is convenient.

Not only when those in power agree with it.

Always.

Democracy is not a sometimes thing.

Not only when those in power agree with it.

Always.

Daliyah: Whatever you have to say to me, you should be saying to the whole country.

This is not between you and me.

It is between you and me.

You have to stop speaking out against me.

Daliyah.

You have no right to ask me that. Daliyah, this is me.

What's that supposed to mean?

Do I owe you something?

Because I slept with you?

Because I love you?

No, of course not...

I pleaded with you not to give me this power.

Right here, in this room.

I told you I was afraid.

I begged you.

But you said no.

You insisted.

Why did you have to go...

Daliyah, it doesn't matter.

You don't have to do this.

This is not the business of The Truth and Dignity Commission.

This is politics.

The crimes of the last 25 years include the crimes of yesterday... and of an hour ago.

You think this is a crime?

It is a crime.

My daughter's death is a crime.

Of a different kind.

I'm sorry if that upsets you.

But you gave me a voice, and I have to use it.

If I don't, then who am I?

I'm nothing.

I'm less than you are.

You're doing what you believe in, at least.

You should go.

I need you to go.

I love you.

How does that matter now?

What does it have to do with anything?

Anyway, you're married, so.

You are the closest person in the world to me.

I love nothing else the way that I love you.

I'm begging you.

You said your piece.

You did your job.

But stay silent now.

Call me as the first witness.

I'll testify.

Are you afraid?

No. I'm heartbroken.

Thank you.

Okay.

Close the doors.

There are troops stationed outside this room, outside those doors.

I wish I could say that they are here to protect us, and our right to speak, but they are not.

They are here to intimidate us from speaking.

To remind us that, at least in the short run, a b*llet can silence a voice.

But they will not succeed.

The Truth and Dignity Commission has always been about bravery, about facing the facts about ourselves with courage and...

(door opening)

(soldiers footsteps)

Shame on you.

This is the people's meeting.

The Truth and Dignity Commission has been disbanded.

On order of the President, this meeting is over.

(crowd exclaiming)

Soldier: Get up.

Soldier: Get out.

Soldier: Get up.

Just-just step aside.

Let's not make a scene.

Ahmed, what are you doing?

I'm going in there to see my parents.

They're in a meeting with General Cogswell.

So what?

What, you're their errand boy now, just watching the door?

Have you not heard what's going on?

What he did at the Truth and Dignity Commission today?

Yes.

Yes. Yes.

That's all you have to say?

Listen, they've lost their minds in there, out of grief.

And they won't listen to anyone except people who tell them what they want to hear.

So, someone has to wake them up and tell them the truth.

They're doing what has to be done, okay?

And you're not helping.

You should go. Go away, calm down.

Who are you to say that to me?

You're just some junior officer in the army.

We have a lot to talk about, you and me.

Maloof: I'm not concerned.

The people of Abuddin are used to the government telling them what to do. The anger will pass.

Pretty soon it'll feel like the same old normal.

Molly: Once the w*r is over... in six months or a year...

Once you've declared elections again, this will all be remembered as nothing more than a blip.

General Maloof, your orders.

With Cogswell's support, your army is instructed to do everything necessary to maintain the peace.

There is now a curfew in place in Ma'an.

Mr. President.

(indistinct conversations)

You are in violation of curfew!

(shouting)

Run! Run!

Return to your homes!

Off the streets now!

(screaming)

We have the right to be here!

We have to be very careful.

More careful than before.

This is a dangerous time.

I understand that.

And we shouldn't do this again.

Meet. Here.

Not until this passes.

If it ever passes.

I just need to know what side you're on.

Oh, please don't ask me that.

I am asking.

I am an officer of the United States government.

I have no private point of view.

I take orders.

And, at the moment, until something changes...

I'm here to support the president of Abuddin.

Right.

It's not personal.

(door opens, closes)

Play it back for me again.

Ihab: The American president of Abuddin has declared his intention to make w*r on the Caliphate.

When he and his army of unbelievers inv*de Muslim soil, we will be ready.

Until then, he seems content to make w*r on his own people.

God has been good to us today.