Tyrant

Previously on Tyrant...

Jamal's accident wasn't an accident.

It was an attempt on his life.

A woman tried to inject him with poison.

Her loyalty was to Ihab Rashid.

He's a terrorist.

Now thank him for sending us Samira.

You have filled your pockets collaborating with the Al Fayeeds.

I'm an Al Fayeed. That means I'm a powerful man here.

Are you saying you want to stay?

Without family, we have nothing.

Without family, we are nothing.

Jamal, it's, uh... it's me, Bassam.

What would you think if I hung around for a while?

Good morning.

Good morning.

Are you Hamid Mahfouz?

Are you the husband of this woman?

Mommy?

I believe that you are.

I need you to come with us.

What about my children? Who will take care of them?

- (Ziad) You have neighbors. - (child) Baba!

They will keep an eye out.

Good morning.

You have your first council meeting today.

How long have you been here in my bed?

- Most of the night. - Why?

I...

I didn't want you to spend the first night out of the hospital alone.

It just seemed wrong.

I've been giving it a lot of thought, Jamal.

I think it's important that we behave like a couple again.

You've given it a lot of thought, huh?

Now that I'm the president? What?

- Suddenly you are filled with feelings for me? - Not suddenly, Jamal.

I always have, you know that.

You want this, and I want this for you.

For me?

Yes, for you.

What an amazing morning.

First, my wife decides to put aside all the hurt feelings and

humiliation I have caused her and crawl back into my bed now,

when I'm useless as a man.

And suddenly, my brother decides not to run back to California

to treat measles and chickenpox and mumps,

but to stay here and help me hold the country together.

Bassam is staying? Why?

Because he is my brother.

Because this is our home.

And because he offered and I said yes.

Okay, but we don't need the help of Bassam.

We have each other, Jamal. We've lived here our whole lives.

We don't need the help of someone who ran away 20 years ago

- and now needs a map to find his way... - Stop it.

Around the country.

Stop it.

I don't know exactly what I'll be doing.

They sent over this briefing book,

so I know today I'll be in a bunch of meetings, but day in, day out...

I just think that, with everything that's going on around here,

your grandfather dying

and uncle Jamal recuperating,

it's... it's just not the right time for me to go.

Well, I think it's a great idea.

Um, do you want me to stay?

- I mean, you know, keep you company? - Emma: God, you are truly an ass.

I mean, you know, I feel like we're walking away

from an excellent college essay experience, here.

Can I talk to you in the other room?

Sure.

What if we stay, too?

Didn't we talk about this last night?

- Your practice, the kids' schools... - I know, I know. I know we did.

I just... I can't decide which I find more frightening:

you being so far away, or us being so far away from you.

I just... I...

I don't think it makes any sense. I'm gonna be gone three weeks,

- maybe a month. - You don't know that.

You have no idea how long you're gonna be here.

I... I'm just saying,

I love that you're finally making a connection

with these people, this place. You know?

Filling in some blanks.

I guess...

I just thought it would be nice to be part of it with you.

It would. It would be nice.

If we didn't have kids. If we didn't both have medical practices.

If we didn't have a thousand obligations pulling us back home.

I just... I don't see how it makes any sense.

Okay.

Do what you have to do.

Tomorrow night, the kids and I'll fly home

and while you're sleeping, we'll be going on with our lives,

and while we're sleeping, you'll be going on with yours.

And then in three weeks... or three months, or whenever...

we'll all be back in the same time zone again.

And you're right. What's the big deal?

Shouldn't Jamal hear from me personally?

It's better if I go alone.

But... Oh, Bassam.

You remember Walid Rashid, from the wedding?

Of course.

Uh...

Yeah.

Uh-uh-uh...

His... his chair.

I would sit in his lap...

here on the floor by his feet.

His wisdom, his patience, his nerve...

I tried to soak it all in.

I did soak it all in.

I am ready, and now it's your turn, my son.

Sit, listen, learn, so you can be ready.

As you can see, I have invited my brother Bassam to join us.

In addition to being an Al Fayeed, he is very wise, very loyal,

and that is why I would like to make him a permanent member of this body,

with the title special consul to the president.

Uh, Mr. President, I'm very honored, but, uh...

I... I'm not sure I'm gonna be here long enough to...

to need or want a title.

That's okay, Bassam.

You can't use it up or wear it out.

But I will feel better knowing it's here for you in case you need it.

That's all.

Mr. President...

I am sure you are aware that General Tariq,

in his effort to find the people responsible for the attempt on your life,

has put Abbudin under martial law.

Our old friend Walid Rashid is concerned

that this will destroy the summer pilgrimages,

which begin next week.

After all, why would the expected 200,000 tourists

come to Abbudin only to be frisked and searched

and ordered off the streets by 6:30?

He wanted me to give you this petition,

which is signed by over a thousand business owners,

all of whom will be impacted by these police actions

if they drag into next week.

Walid gave you this, Yussef?

Yes.

And is Walid not the uncle of Ihab Rashid,

the very man we are looking for?

Yes.

Then tell Walid to hand over his cowardly nephew,

and General Tariq will suspend the curfew, the roadblocks and everything else.

Simple.

If Walid knew where his nephew was, he'd tell us.

Have you asked him?

Of course. And General Tariq has questioned him as well.

He claims he does not know his nephew's whereabouts.

You know what? I don't believe him.

Do you believe him, General?

I believe very little that's said to me

unless I'm holding the person's life in my hands.

That having been said, nothing would give me greater pleasure

than to suspend martial law.

And I'm still hopeful that we can do that very thing

prior to the beginning of the pilgrimages.

But now would be a foolish time to loosen our grip,

since we finally know, with certainty, that it was Walid's nephew

Ihab Rashid who supplied the deadly syringe used in the attack against you.

- "With certainty"? - There's a witness.

- (Tariq) Please, tell the council your name. - Ha-Hamid Mahfouz.

- And your wife's name? - Fatma Mahfouz.

And were you aware of the... relationship between your wife

- and our president? - Stop! Stop, stop.

Ahmed, I need you to leave.

- Father... - Now!

Again.

Were you aware of the... friendship between your wife

and the president?

She, uh... She said she loved him.

But if she loved him, why then did she try to kill him?

Ihab Rashid.

He knew about them, and he gave me the syringe.

He said if she didn't do it, he would kill our children.

So I gave it to her, and I told her what to do.

Thank you for your testimony, Mr. Mahfouz.

We can transport the witness back to the prison.

Mr. President, please! Please, I had no choice!

I swear! (sobbing) Have some mercy on me and my children, please!

Lest anyone doubt the very real peril our president faced,

the laboratory reports have confirmed the syringe was filled with deadly ricin.

The good news is that we have captured 37 members of his Izz-al-Din brigade,

all of whom we've jailed

and all of whom are being interrogated as we speak.

It's only a matter of time before we capture Ihab himself.

Yussef, you tell Walid

we are going to find his shit of a nephew one way or the other.

But if he makes me wait...

Whaddump...

I'll hang them both.

Mr. President, if I may turn your attention to docket...

- Welcome home. - (Minister) And discuss the funding for

the installation of moving the sidewalk...

Going to work.

So you're babysitting?

Mm-hmm.

Samira... don't forget the curfew.