Previously on “Tyrant”…
Barry: — Fauzi, it’s Barry.
— I’m coming for my nephew’s wedding.
Emma: — Dad doesn’t want to go either.
— Why do you think he hasn’t been back in 20 years ?
[ gunﬁre, men shouting ]
Barry: — They’re not my family. You’re my family.
Khaled: — Bassam.
Barry: — Father.
Amira: — He’s changed, Bassam.
Jamal: — Little brother.
Barry: — Jamal.
— People are always spreading rumors about Ihab.
— So he has no plans to blow up my son’s wedding ?
— Bassam.
— It’s your father.
— It should have been you.
— He’s gone.
— Now you are in charge.
— Aah. Jamal.
— We’re going home.
— We’re not even staying for Grandpa’s funeral ?
— That’s good.
— What is this ?
— Aah !
— Mr. Al Fayeed ?
— I told you we shouldn’t have come.
— Yes I’ve got them.
— We’ll be there soon.
— Yes, I will.
— Yes, we are taking Bassam to the hospital.
— Right.
Barry: — Sammy ?
[ sighs ]
— I’m sorry.
Yussef: — Yes.
— I’m sure he is.
— Yes, I will.
— Okay.
— Bassam, I just got conﬁrmation.
— Jamal’s accident wasn’t an accident.
— It was an attempt on his life.
Sammy: — Wait. Someone tried to kill Uncle Jamal ?
Yussef: — I’m afraid so.
[ monitor beeping steadily ]
Cohen: — What did he do to make her so angry ?
— Look at this.
— She bit right through the pudendal vein and the circumﬂex artery.
— Ouch.
Tariq: — Leila.
Leila: — The woman who did this to my husband… who was she ?
Tariq: — A follower of Ihab Rashid.
Leila: — I doubt she was working alone, General.
Tariq: — I’ve already arrested dozens of Ihab’s followers.
— Put up checkpoints, imposed a curfew.
— I’m ready to impose a complete blockade.
— No one gets in or out of Ma’an.
— No food, no supplies.
Leila: — There will be pushback.
— From amnesty, the U.N.
Tariq: — Would you rather I wait
— for your husband to get out of surgery ?
Leila: — Just ﬁnd Ihab Rashid.
Guard: — Step over here.
Guard 2: — Your paperwork ?
— I have to look inside.
Woman: — No.
Guard: — Come on, come on.
— Hands on the car.
Man: — It’s like this every day.
— What did he do ?
— Identiﬁcation.
[ man shouting nearby ]
[ trunk slams ]
— Curfew’s at sundown.
[ speaking in foreign language ]
Ihab: — Mohammed.
Mohammed: — Ihab.
— Ah, thank god you’re all right.
Ihab: — Yes, thank him.
— And I thank him for sending us
— Samira.
— Where is Kamal ?
Mohammed: — They arrested him.
— But we cleared out his warehouse
— before the soldiers got there.
Ihab: — My uncle has arranged a safe house for us.
— Come on ! Come.
[ cell phone ringing ]
Samira: — It’s my father.
[ line ringing ]
— Father ?
Fauzi: — Where are you ?
— I’ve been calling you.
Samira: — I’m just buying food
— in case things get worse.
Fauzi: — Samira, you shouldn’t be on the streets.
— Soldiers just killed three people in Filan.
Samira: — I’ll be home soon.
— Ma’a salama.
Fauzi: — Hurry.
Samira: — I will, I will.
Fauzi: — Samira ?
[ line clicks ]
Samira: — I have a bad feeling.
— It’s-it’s the wrong time.
— You’re not ready.
Mohammed: — Ihab ?
— Samira: General Tariq will kill you.
Ihab: — Samira, go home.
— Okay ? Go home.
— Your father needs you.
— You’ve been helpful enough already. Go.
— Go home.
Molly: — Uh, just put them anywhere. Thanks.
Sammy: — Uh, are we really staying here this time ?
— ’Cause I was kind of getting used to that hotel.
Yussef: — That might be difﬁcult.
— There are security concerns.
Molly: — Uh, no. He’s kidding.
— Adolescent irony can get lost
— in translation.
Yussef: — Ah !
Emma: — So, how long are we staying here this time ?
Molly: — At least until your grandfather’s funeral.
Yussef: — In the meantime,
— if you’re looking for something to do, we have many activities.
— There is a gym and a spa,
— putting green, bowling alley,
— a skeet shooting range…
Sammy: — Skeet shooting ?
Yussef: — Your grandfather was an excellent shot.
[ cell phone ringing ]
Molly: — It’s your dad.
— Excuse me.
Yussef: — He once scored a perfect…
Molly: — Hey. How’s Jamal ?
Barry: — Uh, he went into surgery just before I got here.
— But, uh, I think they’re expecting him to make a full recovery.
Molly: — Good.
— How are you doing ?
Barry: — Uh, I’m, uh, I’m okay.
— I guess.
— Listen, can you, uh, can you go online and rebook our ﬂights ?
— The funeral’s tomorrow…
Molly: — Come on, stop, stop.
— Anytime you want a seat on a plane,
— someone will get you a seat on a plane.
— They’ll get you the whole damn plane if you want one.
Barry: — Yeah, sure.
— I’m just in the habit of…
Molly: — Barry…
— I know you don’t want to be here.
— I get that.
— Honey, I just want to understand why.
Barry: — My father asked me to stay.
— In the hospital just before he died.
— He was… he was asking me to
— come back here and help Jamal.
Molly: — Help him do what ?
[ Barry laughs ]
Barry: — I don’t know.
— Help him… help him start running the country or, uh…
— I don’t know.
— It’s crazy, it’s…
Molly: — Honey.
— Your father’s not here anymore.
— You don’t need to keep running
— like the doors are slamming closed on you.
Barry: — You don’t know this place, Mol, it’s…
— it’s not like back home.
— Listen, um, can we talk about this later ?
Molly: — Barry…
[ Molly sighs ]
Ahmed: — Don’t you want to be here for my father ?
— Hmm ?
Nusrat: — I’m just tired, okay ?
— That’s all.
— I want to go home.
[ shushes ]
Ahmed: — Nusrat’s going back to the palace.
Leila: — You should take her.
— Your father will be in surgery for the rest of the day.
Ahmed: — I want to be here when he wakes up.
Leila: — You’re a good son.
— And you’ll make a good husband.
— Take Nusrat to her car.
— I’ll be here.
— Go.
Ahmed: — Uncle.
Barry: — Ahmed.
— I’m around if you need me.
Ahmed: — Thanks.
Barry: — Duty nurse said he’d just gone into surgery.
— Yussef was kind of vague about his injuries,
— but he said there was a woman in the car with him.
Leila: — Jamal can tell you himself.
— Before he went under, he kept asking to see you.
— I didn’t tell him you tried to run again.
Barry: — You know that it’s hard for me to be here.
Leila: — Clearly.
— Maybe someday we can be honest with each other about why.
Leila: — Bassam, no.
Barry: — Leila !
— Where are you going ?
— How did you ﬁnd this place ?
Leila: — My father.
— He said it’s where the crusaders hid from Saladin.
Barry: — Okay, so they don’t have this in America.
Leila: — You don’t get this…
— in America.
Barry: — What are you… ?
Leila: — I don’t want you to go.
— Please, don’t go.
— Don’t go.
Barry: — Leila…
Leila: — I know, Bassam.
— Shut up. I know.
— At least you have a reason to come back.
Leila: — 20 years, Bassam.
— 20 years, and you're still running away.
Barry: — That’s my home.
— That’s my life now.
Leila: — Right.
— Treating overprivileged children with ear infections.
Barry: — Excuse me.
— Molly wants me to call her about Jamal.
Ahmed: — Sorry if I was a jerk before.
Nusrat: — No, you weren’t a jerk.
— I was.
Ahmed: — We weren’t expecting to spend our honeymoon this way.
Nusrat: — Your mother’s right.
— You know what ?
— You’re a good husband.
[ loud popping ]
[ tires screeching ]
Ahmed: — Nusrat ?
Fahmy: — Leave it !
— Get out.
— Hurry !
Nusrat: — Can’t !
— It’s stuck !
[ sirens approaching ]
Yahia: — Fahmy, look.
Fahmy: — Where are you going ?!
— Get back here !
Ali: — Forget it.
— Let’s just go.
— Let’s get out of here.
— We’ll never get her out in time.
[ sirens approaching ]
— They’re coming.
— Shit.
Emma: — Pull !
[ gunshot ]
— I suck at this.
— Who’s that ?
Sammy: — Abdul.
Abdul: — Salaam alaikum.
Sammy: — Uh, walla something.
— Abdul:Wa alaikum as-salaam.
Sammy: — Right. That thing.
Abdul: — Hi.
Sammy: — Hello.
— Abdul, this is my sister, Emma.
Emma: — Hey.
Abdul: — Please, um, accept my condolences.
— Your grandfather was a great man.
— And a great marksman.
Sammy: — So we’ve heard.
Abdul: — That’s why we’re here.
— To… remember him.
— We’re on his team.
Emma: — Yeah, we didn’t know him very well.
— Actually, we didn’t know him at all, so it’s all pretty weird.
[ cell phone ringing ]
— Sorry.
— My friend in the States keeps harassing me.
— McKenna, you’ll never believe
— what I’m doing right now.
Abdul: — She seems, uh… nice, your sister.
Sammy: — She’s okay.
— So, we’re leaving after the funeral,
— and I thought maybe we could hang out before I go.
Abdul: — I’d be disappointed if we didn’t.
Leila: — This is in our territory, do you understand that ?
Tariq: — Leila, trust me.
Leila: — I don’t need this now.
Barry: — Something happen with Jamal ?
Leila: — Nusrat’s car has been ambushed.
— They’re holding her hostage.
Barry: — Who is ?
Tariq: — Ihab Rashid’s terrorists.
Barry: — Well, what do they want ?
— They must have demands.
Tariq: — We don’t negotiate with terrorists.
— Ahmed: Do you even know what they want ?
Leila: — Ahmed.
— Let the General do his job.
Ziad: — Sir.
— We have to leave.
Ahmed: — I’m coming with you.
— I don’t need my mother’s permission.
Barry: — Call me when Jamal’s out of surgery.
— I’ll be at the palace.
Nusrat: — Let me go,
— and I will do everything I can to make sure you’re treated fairly.
Fahmy: — Keep her quiet.
Nusrat: — Please.
— You’re making a mistake.
Fahmy: — I said shut her up !
Yahia: — Shh.
Ali: — We should have run when everyone else did.
— When we had the chance.
Fahmy: — And let my brother rot in prison ?
Ali: — He’ll rot there anyway, and we’ll be dead.
— Look.
— We’re all going to die because of you.
Fahmy: — Then we’ll die.
— And so will she.
Molly: — You’re back.
Barry: — Yeah, Jamal will be in, uh, surgery most of the day.
— But, um… Nusrat is…
Molly: — John told me.
— It’s awful.
Barry: — What do you know about what’s going on ?
Tucker: — It’s what I know about the players.
— With your father gone, Jamal out of commission,
— Tariq’s gonna do what Tariq does: go in hard.
— He doesn’t have any incentive to resolve this peacefully.
Molly: — But he wouldn’t risk Nusrat’s life.
Tucker: — For Tariq, it’s not even “consequences be damned.”
— The consequences give him political cover that he’s been looking for.
Molly: — Cover to do what ?
Tucker: — Impose martial law.
— That’s Tariq’s playbook.
— So, these “terrorists”
— holding Nusrat, they’re just a bunch of kids in over their heads.
Barry: — Can you, uh… can you talk to him ?
Tucker: — Oh, he wouldn’t listen to me.
— And I represent the U.S. government.
— Now, he might listen to you.
Barry: — Me ?
Tucker: — You’re an Al Fayeed.
Barry: — I have no standing here.
Tucker: — You’re Khaled’s son.
— You’re Jamal’s brother.
— Blood is everything in this place.
— You don’t need me to tell you that.
Molly: — You could try.
— John just wants you to talk to him.
Tucker: — Listen, if it’s not something that you’re comfortable doing…
Barry: — Uh, I’m not.
Tucker: — I get it.
— Just a thought.
Walid: — Well…
— S-so how long will you be staying, Ihab ?
Ihab: — Don’t worry, uncle.
— We won’t abuse your hospitality.
Walid: — No, no, no.
— It’s just… when you asked for a place to stay, you never
— mentioned anything about storing weapons, and…
— if trucks are seen coming and going, it could arouse suspicion, you know ?
Ihab: — Ah. Uncle.
Walid: — Ah, Ihab ! Ihab !
— Ah ! Ah !
Ihab: — You have ﬁlled your pockets collaborating with the Al Fayeeds.
— The only reason I have tolerated you is because you’re my father’s brother.
Walid: — Ihab !
Ihab: — Uncle, the time for playing both sides is coming to an end.
Walid: — It pains me to hear you make such accusations
— when my only concern is for your safety, Ihab.
Mohammed: — Ihab.
Ihab: — Huh.
Mohammed: — Kamal’s brother Fahmy ambushed a government car.
Ihab: — Fahmy ?
[ groans ] He’s a child.
Mohammed: — He’s taken a hostage.
— Nusrat Al Fayeed.
— And General Tariq is there.
Barry: — I came to look for you, but…
Amira: — John Tucker told me you refused to approach Tariq.
Barry: — Was it Tucker asking me or was it you ?
Amira: — Well, what difference does it make ?
— The situation is the situation.
Barry: — It didn’t feel like my place to get involved.
Amira: — Your father is dead,
— your brother was nearly killed,
— your nephew’s wife is being held hostage.
— What more needs to happen before
— you feel compelled to get involved ?
Barry: — I’m just here to pay respects to my father.
Amira: — How dare you.
— You can’t pay your respects to
— a man who you disrespected your whole life.
— Who spent his whole life waiting
— for his son to come home to him.
— He loved you, and you broke his heart.
— I’m only glad that he died
— before he had to see you run away again.
Barry: — I am not running away.
— I’m going home.
Amira: — Must be nice.
— To absolve yourself of all responsibility.
— To have a place where you can go.
— Pasadena.
— Where the pain of your family doesn’t follow you.
— You think I couldn’t have used
— a pasadena every once in a while ?
[ sighs ]
Ofﬁcer: — Put three on position two
— and one on position one, two contact.
[ clears throat ]
Tariq: — Bassam, what are you doing here ?
— This is no place for you.
Barry: — What’s the, uh, situation ?
Tariq: [ scoffs ] You think I have time to brief you ?
— Barry: Uncle, I understand that they’re children.
Tariq: — Who told you this ?
— John Tucker ?
[ chuckles ] Of course. Who else ?
— These americans…
— childhood in America is a different thing.
— Terrorists start young here, like gymnasts.
Barry: — Have you offered them anything ?
Tariq: — Yes, 20 minutes before
— I go in and kill them all.
— Bassam…
— or should I call you Barry ?
— This is not a game.
— Are your men in position ?
Ali: — They’re not talking to us, Fahmy.
— They won’t negotiate.
Fahmy: — Then we’ll kill her.
Ali: — Don’t say that.
Fahmy: — Why not ?
— Why does she deserve to live any more than any of us ?
Ali: — You’re crazy.
Fahmy: — Because they are making us crazy !
— My brother did nothing, but they put him in prison.
— And he’ll die there unless I get him out.
Nusrat: — You have never seen a woman’s breasts before…
— have you ?
Yahia: — Not in real life.
— I always wanted to see them.
— In real life.
Nusrat: — There’s a woman
— out there for you somewhere.
— But you’ll never ﬁnd her;
— not if you stay here.
— They’re not watching the back door.
— You can untie me, and we can walk out of here together.
— You don’t deserve to die here.
[ soldiers talking ]
Ziad: — Sniper team has a line of sight on one of the terrorists.
Tariq: — Take one out and move on target.
Barry: — Uncle…
Tariq: — We’re done talking.
Barry: — No, we’re not.
— Look, it’s my niece in there.
— If you won’t wait for my brother,
— then at least let me go in and talk to them.
Tariq: — So I can tell Jamal
— when he’s out of surgery I let his brother get himself killed ?
— Go back to the palace, Bassam.
— Better yet, go home.
Barry: — You know what ?
— I get it.
— You don’t even want Nusrat to get out of this, do you ?
— Because if she lives,
— then you lose your excuse to crack down
— on Ihab and his followers.
Tariq: — I won’t even dignify that with an answer.
Barry: — I’m going in there.
Tariq: — Bassam !
— Let him go.
Nusrat: — Please, please, please…
Fahmy: — Idiot.
— I told you don’t talk with her !
— You need to listen to me !
— What the hell are you doing ?
Ali: — I’m not waiting for them
— to come in here and kill us.
Fahmy: — What about my brother, huh ?
Ali: — Get up.
Fahmy: — Ali !
Ali: — I’m walking out with her, and begging for our lives.
Fahmy: — Now you’re the one who’s crazy !
— You think they’ll just let you go ?
Ali: — We’ll ﬁnd out.
Fahmy: — Come on, let her go.
Ali: — Or what ?
— You’ll shoot me ?
Fahmy: — If I have to.
Yahia: — Guys.
Fahmy: — Shut up !
— Don’t test me, Ali.
— Let go of her.
Yahia: — Look.
[ Nusrat groans ]
Barry: — I’m unarmed.
Fahmy: — Don’t come any closer.
Barry: — I just want to talk.
Fahmy: — I said don’t move.
Ali: — Fahmy !
— Let’s hear what he has to say.
Fahmy: — Fine.
— Slowly.
Barry: — You okay ?
Ali: — Who are you ?
Fahmy: — He asked you who you are.
Barry: — I’m Barry…
— Bassam Al Fayeed.
Fahmy: — Jamal’s brother ?
Barry: — And Khaled’s son.
Fahmy: — See ? He’s an even better hostage than she is.
— They will deﬁnitely trade him for my brother.
Barry: — No.
— That’s never gonna happen.
— But any minute now,
— Tariq’s men are gonna come in here and kill all three of you.
— None of us has to die.
— Not if you listen to me.
Fahmy: — Why should we listen to you when no one listens to us ?
Ali: — Let him talk.
Barry: — Tariq won’t be satisﬁed with you, do you understand ?
— He’ll go after your fathers
— and your uncles and your cousins.
— But if you put your weapons down
— and walk out of here with me,
— I promise you, I’ll do everything I can
— to make sure you’re fairly treated.
Fahmy: — Bullshit !
Ali: — Fahmy…
Fahmy: — He is Al Fayeed !
Barry: — Only an Al Fayeed can save you now.
Tariq: — You should have told me he was coming.
— I won’t forget you didn’t.
Ziad: — General.
Soldier: — Coming out !
Ahmed: — Nusrat !
Soldier: — Move in !
[ Tariq whispering ]
[ Nusrat sobbing ]
Barry: — Uncle.
— Please, let them go.
— Show them some mercy; they’re just kids.
— I gave them my word.
Tariq: — Your word ?
Barry: — As an Al Fayeed.
[ gunshots ]
Tariq: — A month from now,
— one of them would have turned up at
— a bus stop or a train station wearing a bomb.
— Better their blood than ours.
Yussef: — Bassam, come.
— You saved Nusrat.
— If not for you, she would have been killed, too.
— Let’s go.
Cohen: — You suffered severe lacerations and a lot of tissue damage,
— but we managed to repair the pudendal vein and most of
— the necrosis around the bulbar… : — – English.
— Speak english.
— Did you ﬁx me ?
— Cohen: — The surgery was successful.
Jamal: — You’re not answering my question.
Cohen: — I’m trying, Mr. President.
Jamal: — Just tell me.
— Will it work again ?
Cohen: — It should.
— Eventually.
— But we’ll know more once you’ve had time to heal.
[ Jamal sighs ]
[ Jamal chuckles ]
Jamal: — You are enjoying this, aren’t you ?
Leila: — Dr. Cohen, could you please wait for me outside ?
Cohen: — Of course.
— Mr. President.
[ door opens and closes ]
Leila: — Jamal, your father,
— whom I loved very much, died
— the day of our son’s wedding.
— Then, you nearly unmanned yourself
— and left me a widow.
— How could I possibly take any pleasure in this ?
Jamal: — Did you hear what she called me ?
— “Mr. President.”
Leila: — Something happened while you were in surgery…
— Mr. President.
[ quiet chatter ]
Cohen: — Thank you.
Leila: — My husband needs to deliver the eulogy tomorrow
— at his father’s funeral.
— He needs to be on his feet.
Cohen: — I’m not sure that’s a good idea.
Leila: — The president can’t deliver the eulogy from a wheelchair, can he ?
Cohen: — As long as he’s careful.
Leila: — Good.
— I’d also like to remind you to keep this conﬁdential,
— because
— if the story leaks,
— or it’s on twitter,
— there will be consequences.
Cohen: — Don’t threaten me, Mrs. Al fayeed.
Leila: — Dr. Cohen…
— How old is your son now, Arya ?
— Seven ?
— I’ve been told he has a beautiful smile.
— Thank you, doctor.
Barry: — How is he ?
Leila: — Still Jamal.
Barry: — Can I go in ?
Leila: — Bassam.
— Ahmed told me what you did.
Barry: — Hey, hey, hey, hey,
— hey, hey, hey.
— Okay. It’s okay.
— It’s okay. It’s okay.
— It’s all right.
— Shh. It’s okay. Shh.
[ Leila crying ]
Leila: — Oh.
— You need to go to your brother.
[ Leila sighs deeply ]
Barry: — Jamal.
— Easy on the morphine.
Jamal: — There he is.
— The great American hero.
Barry: — I doubt uncle Tariq would agree.
Jamal: — Tariq.
— Father called him “the hammer.”
— For him, every problem is a nail.
— But, you know, sometimes you need a hammer.
[ Jamal sighs ]
— This motherless pig, Ihab Rashid…
— he tried to kill me.
— And he will try again unless I kill him ﬁrst.
— I need to be stronger, brother.
— Like father.
Barry: — You’re ready for this, Jamal.
Jamal: — Of course I am.
— Why wouldn’t I be ?
Khaled: — Jamal, get out right now,
— get out. — No please.
— Do you hear me ? — Please.
— Get out of the car.
— No. [ gunshot ]
Barry: — There.
— It’s done.
— Leave him alone.
— My whole life I have been getting ready.
— I knew this day will come.
— Only, some part of me believed
— he will live forever.
— I keep expecting him to walk through that door.
[ sighs ]
— Angry, of course.
— How do you work this ?
Molly: — Hey.
— You been up this whole time ?
Barry: — I keep thinking about those boys.
Molly: — Oh… baby.
— That’s not your fault.
— You did everything you could.
Barry: — Yeah.
Molly: — You saved Nusrat.
Barry: — I understand their anger…
— powerlessness.
— When I was their age, I was so ashamed.
— “What does your family do.”
— “Oh, us ? We’re in the oppression business.”
Molly: — Oh, I think it was a little more complicated than that.
Barry: — Yeah, but… I was a teenager.
— I thought I only had bad choices.
— Live with this obscene privilege
— and pretend like there’s no price to any of it,
— or protest on the streets against my own father.
[ Molly sighs ]
— Fauzi could speak his mind. I couldn’t.
— And so I ran away.
— Denied all of it.
— Watched thousands of hours of american TV
— so I didn’t even sound like them.
Molly: — When I ﬁrst met you,
— buried in your books,
— I knew you were hiding.
— I wanted to call you Bassam, remember ?
— I thought it was a beautiful name.
— But you wouldn’t let me.
— You said you were Barry now.
Barry: — And those arguments I made don’t seem to hold up so well anymore.
— Not with my father gone.
— I’m an Al Fayeed.
— That means I’m a powerful man here.
— Even if I run away again,
— isn’t that still on my head ?
— Whenever Tariq acts in my brother’s name,
— whenever Jamal is too weak to say,
— “no, enough,”
— won’t there be blood on my hands no matter how far away I run ?
Molly: — Are you asking my permission to stay ?
Barry: — I look at those boys.
— They died for their brother.
— Now what do I say to mine ?
— ♪ —
Sammy: — How friggin’ crazy is this ?
Emma: — How crazy is it what dad did yesterday ?
— I mean, what the hell ?
Sammy: — That was actually pretty cool.
Emma: — It was totally reckless.
— What, dad’s some kind of action hero all of a sudden ?
— It’s dad.
— This… the whole weekend has been completely surreal.
[ man singing in arabic ]
Molly: — Thank you.
John: — Thank you.
Molly: — You doing all right ?
Barry: — Yeah.
Jamal: — Bassam.
Barry: — I’ll be right back.
— Yeah ?
Jamal: — Tell my wife I can’t read this shit.
Leila: — You approved it.
Jamal: — I was medicated.
— This is no eulogy for a son to say over his father.
— These are empty words written by a ﬂunky.
Leila: — These people…
— the entire nation… are expecting their new president to pay tribute.
Barry: — Let me talk to my brother.
Leila: — No, there is no other speech, Bassam.
[ Barry clears throat ]
Jamal: — See ?
— It’s bullshit.
Barry: — You in pain ?
— How much, out of ten ?
Jamal: — Eleven.
Barry: — Did you take anything ?
Jamal: — I’m eulogizing our
— father, Bassam.
— I need my wits.
[ singing ends ]
Jamal: — What do you think I should say, Bassam ?
Barry: — Forget the speech.
Jamal: — And say what ?
Barry: — Hey, just tell them the truth.
[ Jamal exhales ]
Leila: — Why do you have the speech ?
Barry: — It’s okay.
— ♪ —
Jamal: — My family,
— fellow countrymen,
— and visiting friends.
— I am here…
— It…
— It wasn’t always easy being my father’s son.
— In fact, it was never easy.
— My father was a hard man to please.
— Stubborn.
— Demanding.
— But only a hard, stubborn,
— demanding man could have healed the deep wounds
— inﬂicted by generations of civil strife
— and forged a lasting peace.
— Only a hard, stubborn,
— demanding man
— could have summoned the strength
— to unite this great nation
— and lead it into the community of nations.
— Today I stand before you
— to remember not just the ruler,
— but the man.
— Not just the father who raised this great nation,
— but my father,
— who raised me
— and my brother.
— Who taught us that without family,
— we have nothing.
— Without family,
— we are nothing.
Molly: — You okay ?
[ phone vibrates ]
Jamal: — Hello.
Barry: — Jamal, it’s, uh, it’s me, Bassam.
— So, um…
— What would you think if I hung around for a while ?
Jamal: — Oh, Bassam.
Barry: — Is that the vicodin talking or is that a yes ?
Jamal: — That is a yes, yes.
— Thank you, little brother.
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