Tyrant

Previously on "Tyrant"

- (Nusrat gasps) - The baby didn't make it,

and we had to perform a hysterectomy.

No more children.

The people of Abuddin need an heir.

You'll tell him you want the marriage annulled.

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

Right now, you have no one.

I want to trust you,

but I need something reliable.

A Caliphate target.

Abu Omar is arresting five families.

Christian and other minorities he thinks are supporting you.

- When's it happening? - Tonight.

I put my neck on the line to get you on this.

He's alive.

Khalil... he's the break

we've been waiting for.

Before I involved you,

I had to test him.

That decision was mine, not yours.

This man, Khalil... I want to talk to him myself.

I mean, I can't.

Why? Move on.

There's a man inside Ma'an

who's fighting the Caliphate,

and I'm giving him my money.

Sammy?

Molly...

it's Barry.

It's me, Molly. It's Barry.

No.

That's not possible.

Molly...

- (Molly shivering) - Molly, I need to talk to you.

There are things I need to tell you.

Molly, you there?

Molly?

Molly?

Good morning.

I'm worried about you, Jamal.

You never came to bed last night.

Did I tell you the sheik told me

the real threat... the poison...

was inside the palace?

I don't know what you're talking about,

and I'm not sure you know what you're talking about.

Rami, my son...

he had the chance to destroy the Caliphate leadership,

but he didn't take it.

Could be him.

That son of yours is a professional.

You wanted him here.

He is here to help you.

He is sneaking around like Tariq.

He's not telling me things.

I can't have it.

Not again.

Pick a country.

What are you talking about?

Ah, pick a country, any country,

any spot on Earth, and we'll go.

For two weeks, a month,

as long as it takes to heal.

To smile.

Just the two of us.

Ahmed, that's not going to happen.

I know there's a war,

but I have great faith in my stepbrother.

He'll wrap this up quickly, and as soon as it's done...

we should go someplace.

Ahmed, we need to get our marriage annulled.

What are you talking about?

I can't have a baby.

And you have to have a baby.

No.

I don't have to have anything.

I have to take care of you.

That's the only thing I have to have.

You're not being honest with yourself.

You need to find someone who can give you a child.

But we love each other,

and I don't care if I have a child,

as long as I have you.

- But your parents. - What are they going to do?

Disown me?

- They might. - Then let them.

I'll get a job.

I'll find a way to support us.

I love you.

And I'm willing to fight for you.

I don't want you to fight for me.

I just...

I just want it to be over.

Really.

In three nights time, the meteorological service

is predicting a likely sandstorm in Ma'an.

It will provide perfect cover for us.

Planes cannot take off or land.

Cars and tanks are largely crippled.

Based on the current

weather models, the storm is likely to last

- two to three hours. - Mm.

In those two to three hours,

if we can take out the Caliphate's

antiaircraft capability, the second the storm lifts,

we can fly in troops and equipment

and commence bombing runs to support our ground forces.

Now...

given the size of the force

that Solomon and I have assembled,

Ma'an should be ours within a week.

Well, excellent.

Hopefully, God is on our side once again.

Brilliant.

The key to this, of course,

is getting Khalil and his Red Hand Brigade on board.

They're already in Ma'an, and they're the logical choice

to take out the antiaircraft guns during the storm.

So if you just share his number with me,

I'll give him a call.

Share his number?

- Is something wrong, Mr. President? - Yes.

Lately, when I leave planning to others,

things go badly.

I and only I will speak to Khalil.

Don't look so sad.

If it's God's will, it will happen.

Praise to God

that you did not get hurt too badly yesterday.

So many of your comrades lost their lives.

You must feel blessed.

Huh?

Yeah.

Tell me, to what, uh,

do you think you owe this great good luck?

Timing, I guess.

Timing?

Timing, yes.

Timing is everything.

Well, timing and information.

Knowing what is going to happen before it happens.

That is... That is the ultimate good luck.

Isn't it?

So, you helped, uh, with the mission yesterday.

So you knew which families, which houses,

were going to be visited and at what time.

Apparently, so did the Red Hand.

Apparently?

- I don't... - The night...

that my wife was murdered,

your father's youngest wife escaped.

You knew where they were being held.

You also knew that no one else was there,

and apparently so did the Red Hand.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Everyone knew she was at Abu Omar's.

Hmm.

Everyone knew his brother was visiting

and you would all be at a huge dinner in his honor.

Hmm.

Everyone knew that.

The night the Red Hand invaded our prisons,

how did they know how to get in?

How did they know how to get out?

I... I have no idea. I don't know. I...

Maybe, maybe...

someone had a relative... perhaps a brother...

who worked at the prison and could offer insight

into vulnerabilities and such.

No.

No.

I would never ask my brother such a thing.

Mm-hmm.

And he would never...

He would never... what?

Good morning.

Hey.

Have you been smoking?

Did you get word from Sammy?

Uh, yeah, I did.

He's still in Ma'an, staying in Ma'an.

He's decided to fight with the resistance.

That's crazy.

You must be out of your mind with worry.

Why didn't you wake me?

No, it's fine. I'm fine.

I'm...

I'm calling the State Department.

They can't do anything.

They won't do anything.

They can't do anything, James.

Besides, I think you should pack.