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I need an hour with Sheik Rashid.

So, you want to use Sheik
Rashid to do an end run around Ihab?

Does your brother even know you're here?

You understand our precautions?

Yesterday you were my enemy.

But today you are my guest.

He is meeting Ihab Rashid on my orders.

Bassam's been nowhere
near Ihab in the last 24 hours.

That is wrong.

We could try again, that's all.

We try and I fail...

I will feel worse.

Change the subject.

I trusted you; You are my blood

and you betrayed me.

Uh... you need to see something.

I demand to sit down
with President Jamal Al Fayeed!

He demands?

Jamal.

You can end this...

Without firing a shot.

This is what you wanted.

Is it?

General, tell your men to stand down.

But, Mr. President?

You lied to me.

Failed to inform you of my every move, yes.

No, you didn't fail to

inform, you lied, and right now

you are lying again to me.

For God's sake, I'm your brother.

Your blood.

Jamal, can't we just talk about the result?

It's the result that ultimately matters.

Why do you want to talk about the result?

The result sickens me.

You were supposed to offer one
tribal monkey the opportunity to

talk to me, and instead tribal
monkey's father demands to talk to me.

I'm not a fool.

But you are making me look like a fool.

You won't look like a fool.

Yes, it-it would have been nice

if things had happened the way we
wanted, but the net-net is the same.

The President of Abbudin is sitting down with
the legendary patriarch of the opposition.

Do you have any idea how huge that is?

How great that is?

Yeah, for him.

Meanwhile, in the country of Abbudin...

Citizens continue to overrun
founder's Plaza with calls for

everything from students' rights
to the complete overthrow of the

ruling Al Fayeed family.

The elderly Sheik Rashid continues
to attract enormous crowds.

Today's estimates placed the
number at upwards of 15,000.

Up significantly from yesterday's 12,000.

This makes no sense.

We have a wonderfully elegant
way out of this.

Yes.

We simply bend over and try not
to think about what is happening.

You just offered the Sheik the same
package you offered Ihab three days ago.

Jamal, these are your deal points.

Why doesn't it rain?

Anything, something to drive the
people out of the Plaza.

Hey, you know what?

I'm gonna call Tariq.

They have a mole in the Rashid camp; Maybe
they can tell us what it is he's looking for.

Yes, it's a good idea.

Tariq only wants to be of help.

He's a big fan of the Sheik.

Yeah.

Yeah, you're right.

Well, what about Ziad?

Maybe if he got some presidential
love, he'd be willing to play ball.

My point is, I'm gonna try and
have all of the deal points

locked down before you even walk
into the room, okay?

So, just, just sit with him;

that's all you have to do.

In return, he'll tell everyone
in the Plaza to go home, that

they're part of the process now.

And do you know who's gonna get the credit?

You will, President Jamal Al
Fayeed, for being willing to sit

down with him and for being
willing to listen.

Bargaining with sheep herders.

Look...

I know it's hard, but sometimes

you have to give something to get something,
and I think what we get is huge.

Please, just...

Just sit with the man.

It'll be you, me and Yussef.

We'll do it in the council
chambers and I've told them

they can bring two delegates if they want to.

And...

What if I don't like what he has to say?

It's not an issue.

If he asks for anything that
you're not prepared to give,

you just say, "let me take that
under advisement."

Nice one.

Let me... let me take that under advisement.

Let me... let me...

Let me take that under advisement.

If someone would have
told me that the first visitor

I'd be receiving in my capacity
as first lady would be the sworn

enemy of your father, I would
have roared with laughter.

The Sheik is going to clear the Plaza.

He is going to clear the Plaza?

It's not his Plaza, it's not his country.

Why are you so frightened of him?

Frightened?

Do I look like a frightened person?

You are naive.

You have some idea in your mind,

that all a president has to do is
mow down his enemies, that that

is all there is to being a leader.

Call your cousin in Egypt.

It's not so simple anymore.

Everybody has a camera,

everybody's on YouTube.

You just be sure...

You just be sure...

That you smile when he walks
through the door.

You are welcome.

I'm proud of you, by the way.

Proud of a grown doctor
who can't tie his own tie?

Proud of you for getting people who thought

they'd never be in the same country
together, much less the same room...

To talk about how they can move forward.

Well, tell me that at the end of
the day when it's actually happened.

I keep feeling we're about an inch from
this whole thing falling apart.

Are you certain you can do this?

Everything that's happening
here is ultimately for you.

For your brothers.

For your children.

I'm an old man, I am not long for this world.

I only ask you show the President the same
respect he's showing us by inviting us here.

He didn't invite us.

You demanded an audience, shamed him into it.

I took the same invitation he offered you

and turned it into a demand.

The point is, we are now facing our enemy
across a table instead of a battlefield.

And the world thinks it was our doing.

Now we must present ourselves accordingly.

As statesmen, as civilized human beings.

No bombast, no fire, just an
eagerness to get things done.

Can you help me?

Sheik.

Come.

Walid.

Yes, my brother.

I know you wanted to
accompany me here today and now you have.

The pictures have been taken.

Now get back in the car and go home.

E-excuse me?

I came here to assist you...
In these negotiations.

I've been working with the
Al fayeeds for over a decade now.

I know how they think.

You've made yourself a friend to
the very people who drove me from my home.

Get back to the car and leave.

Salaam alaikum.

Salaam alaikum.

Wa alaikum as-salaam.

Sheik Rashid.

Bassam.

My wife Molly.

Hi.

How are you?

Good.

Welcome.

Sheik.

Salaam alaikum.

All set?

I just heard Ihab is here.

Yeah, he's part of the delegation.

Apparently, it all happened at
the last minute.

Here's hoping nothing
else happens at the last minute.

Tell me, Ziad is sure about
these bargaining points?

Well, I asked him about 100 times.

That Ihab so much as
looks at me cross-eyed and

I'll throw him back in the prison.

What about the Sheik?

He can't help but look at you cross-eyed.

Mr. President.

Welcome, sir.

Mr. President.

Sheik Rashid.

Please.

Excuse me, have you a toilet?

His mouth's full of phlegm.

Yeah, of course.

Well,

gentlemen, this is a meeting
decades in the making.

Where should we start?

Taxation?

Representation on the council?

Perhaps it's even time to
rethink the nationalization of

some of ma'an's natural resources.

You are very generous, President.

And very astute.

I know you very much want the
founder's Plaza returned to normal.

People back in their homes.

Businesses able to receive customers.

I believe I can make all that happen.

There is really just one thing I
want in return.

Tell me what is on your mind.

I would like to
ask, now that your father has

passed, that you allow there to
be open and free elections for

the office of President of
Abbudin, monitored by the u.N.,

open to any candidate, no matter their
political or religious affiliation.

Let me take that...

Under advisement.

Very well.

Sheik Rashid, can we now rely
upon you to clear the founder's Plaza?

Let me take that... under advisement.

Nothing to fear... just gravity.

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He wants elections?!

Is he out of his mind?

I'm not begging the people for
my right to lead them.

These talks were a horrible idea.

The talks were not a horrible idea.

Yes, he outmaneuvered us...

Yes, I would say so.

So, what do we do, Mr. advisory?

What do we do, brother?

It turns out he wants to be
George Washington.

Typically with a crowd
of this size, I believe the

estimate for today is almost 20,000.

The people will see your heavy
armor approaching, your tanks,

and almost immediately you will
lose 2,000 or 3,000.

But in this particular instance,

since we've been visible to the
crowd for several days without

an order to proceed, we may not see
quite so many flee initially.

But once we initiate use of the water
cannons, the crowd will diminish by half.

It's that remaining 10,000...

The semi hard-core...

That becomes a challenge to disperse.

We'll begin with the rubber
bullets, then conventional ammo.

All the while, the tanks... are moving,
converging on a center point.

And, obviously, anyone in their path...

The whole thing will take about 45 minutes.

Although that's not counting the cleanup.

You're going to need at least a
day of scrubbing before that

Plaza is once again presentable
to the civilian population.

What kind of injuries can we expect?

My guesstimate?

2,000 injured.

Perhaps 200 fatalities.

Of course, every day you wait,

every minute you wait, those numbers rise.

Any of the great minds
here have any options to offer?

Or is this it?

We kill 200 today, then go to
war with our people tomorrow.

Not to make light of it, but, uh...
We're quite good at going to war.

I have every confidence we will prevail.

I need an hour to reflect.

Free and open elections...
Exactly what the Sheik said.

No, think about it, it gives you
everything you want,

everything you could possibly hope for.

Um, what does it give me?

Options.

And all of them are good.

The first thing it gives you is,
the Plaza will be empty.

What can the people possibly protest about
when the choice of who leads them is theirs?

Mm, but then...

I have to run to regain leadership.

Okay.

And what's the worst that can happen?

Jamal:

Bassam... I lose.

Uh... everything our father
built, everything we achieved...

Everything we are ceases to be.

I get that. I do.

But look, the days when a single
family can continue to rule by

sheer force of will are pretty much
over, with or without elections.

So if you lose...

You lose.

And you wake up the next day and
you start living the rest of

your life, except no one's
hanging you, no one's shoving a

bayonet up your ass, the crowd
isn't calling for your head...

You just go away.

You move your money to
Switzerland, or wherever guys

like you move your money, you
buy your own goddamn island, and

you're still one of the richest
men in the world.

But here's the thing.

I don't think you're gonna lose.

I won't?

No.

These elections are a year, a
year and a half away.

First you got to change the constitution...

That's gonna take some time...

And then comes the
campaign... that's a year, a year

and a half... and in that time,

the people are getting to know you, and when
they get to know you, they're gonna love you.

And while they're busy falling
in love with you, you're gonna

do what powerful people do... you
build 20 schools, ten hospitals,

a bunch of parks.

And what's the Sheik gonna build?

Well... he's not going to build shit.

No, he's just gonna cough and spit and...

Look at people with that milky eye.

So...

We are going to win this?

I think we can.

Wake up.

Look who's back.

I'm pleased for you both.

Here's hoping the two of you
will be very happy together.

What's wrong with you?

What's wrong with you?

Bargaining away our lives.

Not to mention your child's birthright.

I can't believe you
are still mad about this.

Three weeks and you are still mad about it.

Don't you watch television?

They are calling me "a beacon of
hope in the middle east."

Good for them.

Maybe you can call them and have
them play with your new friend.

I'm not interested.

Good morning, Yussef.

What can I do for you?

What? 60 minutes?

What is... you mean the television show?

They want to do a piece about me?

Spending a day
with the Sheik is like trailing

a rock star.

Wherever he goes, he is besieged with
requests for pictures and autographs.

Jamal?

And why wouldn't he?

Huh?

The, uh, council's waiting.

It's a wonderful thing to want to build

schools and hospitals and parks.

I don't think that's the office
of budget management's issue.

Then... what is their issue?

I'm the President.

I... I want this money.

I need this money.

The way we would normally fund these

sorts of projects would be to
sell bonds on the world market.

And I don't think under normal
circumstances that would be a problem.

Explain.

It's just...
Ever since you announce elections...

What about the elections?

There's concern that the debt holder

might change, and might not be
interested in honoring the

obligations these bonds represent.

No, no, no, no, no.

The debt holder is not going to
change... that's the whole point.

Now, we want the people to vote for me...

So we need money to build things.

Why?

You are the President.

The constitution does not call
for these elections.

There's no need for these elections.

We gain nothing from these
elections, and in fact may have

created for ourselves the
mechanism of our own demise.

Call them off.

And what about the people?

We've already told them.

I'll deal with the people.

I always have.

Mr. President, please.

Embrace who you are and what is yours.

Let's put an end to this foolishness.

60 minutes called.

Pardon me?

Didn't Yussef tell you?

60 minutes called.

They want to do a piece about me.

Have they ever wanted to do a
piece about you?

How about you?

Well...

I've been called... to an
emergency meeting with a

delegation from Norway.

When I return, I want to hear
that these new construction

projects have been financed.

I also want to hear how excited
the military is about the

prospects for free elections in Abbudin.

Thank you, gentlemen.

This meeting is adjourned.

Uh, Ziad.

The Norwegian President has
asked me to meet him alone.

Something about a pipeline situation.

No one even knows he's here, so

I'll text you as soon as I am
safely in the room.

No hello?

No "it's been a long time"?

No "I missed you"?

Hello.

It's been a long time.

And as you can see, I've missed you.

You need to come see me more often.

That was like an explosion.

A presidential explosion?

A presidential eruption.

Can I ask you something?

Mm.

Do you think the people love me?

Well, the people don't know you.

But if they did, I am sure that
they would love you.

I mean, how could anyone not love you?

May I?

I know we, uh, we don't see eye
to eye on a few things.

The elections, the Sheik.

If you've come here to
tell me what to say or to drill

me the way you've been drilling
my husband and the others...

Let me remind you:

I've been in the public eye since I was 18.

I know what to say when the cameras are on.

And I know what to do when the
cameras are off.

Of course you do.

What?

You.

You're so... impressed with yourself.

"Look at me.

Look at what I did.

I'm bringing democracy to Abbudin."

You really believe he can do this?

Win the votes and the love of the people?

Yes.

Yes, I do.

I guess it helps to be
away from him for 20 years.

Forgive the intrusion.

You cannot outrun history.

One would be a fool to stick
one's head in the sand and not

see how change is sweeping the middle east.

Change...

And cell phones.

Everyone has a voice,

everyone has an opinion,

and everyone has a camera.

It simply stands to reason then,

that everyone would expect to have a
say about how they are governed.

Well, he's my son, so
of course I think he's special.

And he's always seen things
differently than his father,

so I'm not entirely surprised that
he's turning everything on its head.

Trying things that have never
been tried before.

But the main thing is that I think he
wants what's best for the country.

Even if it's not him.

And I think that gives you a
hint at just how special he is.

I don't say these things for effect.

I say them because...

This is the reality.

This is how I truly feel about it.

We are coming to this place one
way or the other.

We can either be in front of it or behind it.

Just look at me.

Here we go.

You served for three decades as the head of
the military for an ironfisted dictator.

Now here comes the son, and he's
freeing political prisoners,

sitting down with opposition
leaders, calling for elections.

Isn't your head spinning?

Yes and no.

My nephew is a visionary.

But he is also very much like
his father, my brother.

My brother looked at the vast
desert, the warring tribes,

the hostile outside forces
conspiring against him and

nonetheless felt that he could
build a nation.

Insane.

And yet here we are.

A nation.

With abundant schools and
hospitals and a vibrant economy.

And now my nephew says, what if
we have elections?

What if we let the people choose?

You think they might choose me?

An old dog like me thinks...

Insane.

But then I remember his father.

And I think crazier things have happened.

Are we through?

All right, set.

A wife always wants to believe
she's her husband's greatest love.

But long ago I made peace with the
fact that I'm in second place.

I'm sorry... second place to who?

To Abbudin.

Your opponent, Sheik Rashid, a sworn
enemy of your family for over two decades,

calls you either the bravest or the
most foolish man on the continent.

That's really funny.

I didn't know Sheik Rashid has
that sense of humor.

Uh, but, uh...

I like Sheik Rashid.

Uh, I would not vote for him, for sure.

But I like him.

The people like him, too.

He is leading in the polling.

It's early to say.

The elections are a long way off.

And I think, in time, people
will realize that what they feel

for the Sheik is actually what
you feel for an Uncle that you

haven't seen for a long time.

Uh, nostalgia.

But if you look around, you can see what
we have built together, as a nation.

And I'm sure you will say,

I love that.

I want more of that.

I want more of the people...

Of the family... that did that.

You sound very confident.

Uh-huh.

Would you be interested in hearing
what the Sheik had to say about you?

What do you make of this
new, young President Al Fayeed?

Obviously, he marches
to the beat of his own drummer.

And when you sit with him in a room,
you know you are sitting with a lion.

Of course, not all lions are
friendly, and every so often,

one will bite your head off.

But you have to admire his courage.

He didn't have to allow these elections.

He could have simply said no.

Yes.

He knows wise counsel when he hears it.

Wise counsel?

He has a younger brother.

Bassam.

An American.

Like I said, Jamal may be a lion.

But I suspect his brother is the lion tamer.

The brother who tells the lion what to do.

We are getting report
that for the first time

in 30 years, a significant
number of young men of draft age

are simply not showing up for induction.

This is despite the fact they know the
penalty is death or life imprisonment.

Additionally, among men already serving, we
are seeing a measurable uptick in deserters.

Again, these men are staring at
certain death, and yet...

They don't care.

And finally, assaults against
officers by conscripted men are

up 11% compared to this same time last year.

And why do you think this is?

Shifting sands, Mr. President.

The country is sensing change.

And change is not good for the status quo.

People don't obediently serve in a
military they suspect of being disbanded.

And those already serving start
looking for an exit strategy.

It's human nature.

Are you saying this is because
I have announced elections?

Well, when you look at
the latest polling...

Latest polling?

Mr. President, there is new polling.

And unfortunately it shows
you just with 33% of the vote,

while the Sheik has 44% of the vote.

That's not perfect.

But... still early.

And 44 to 33 is not really terrible.

No, Mr. President.

It is not.

Although it is somewhat
troubling that just two weeks

ago, you had 37 and he 41.

Let me think about all of that, okay?

Thank you very much for your patience,
for your support and encouragements.

Thank you.

Forgive me for not getting up.

Some days the legs cooperate happily.

Some days they don't.

Please.

Thank you for, uh,
seeing me at such short notice.

You made it sound urgent.

What was urgent was my
brother not having to see me for

a few days after hearing what
you said on 60 minutes.

You knew exactly what you were doing.

Does it serve my interests for there to be

friction between the man I'm
running against and the man I've

come to believe is responsible for
any success he's experiencing?

The answer is yes.

Be flattered.

You remind me of your father.

Really?

And is that a good thing or a bad thing?

This may shock you, but I considered your

father an extraordinary
statesman right up until the

the moment he betrayed me.

Don't you mean right up until
the moment you betrayed him?

You bombed an army barracks.

Killed dozens of Abbudin
soldiers without provocation.

Did I?

It's what happened.

You bombed us, we gassed you.

Our sin was greater, but I doubt it would
have happened if you hadn't attacked first.

I was looking for a peace with
a man I believed wanted the same thing.

I never struck first.

I never struck at all, nor did
any of my people.

Then, who did?

Maybe a man who wanted to gas
20,000 people in ma'an and needed a reason.

So, you're saying my
father sacrificed his own men to

give himself a reason to attack ma'an?

I am offering a
possible scenario, no more, no less.

But you didn't come here to
debate history with me.

I'm here to extend you an invitation.

My brother would like you to be
present for the signing of the

motion to amend the constitution to
allow free elections in Abbudin.

The motion to amend.

The tiny first step.

I mean what I say.

Those days before the attack on
ma'an, I really thought your

father was one of the most extraordinary
individuals I had ever met.

I disagreed with almost everything he stood
for, but I admired his will to get things

done, his willingness to listen
to other opinions and ideas.

You are...

Your father's son.

I don't know why, but I can't
seem to get the peoples' love.

I give them elections.

I free prisoners.

Doesn't matter.

Perhaps I'm just not lovable.

Well, I find you very lovable.

Yeah, I know.

I think I'm lovable, too, but,
the point is, when I...

When I... when I think about who
actually loves me...

Yeah.

My father... he liked me sometimes.

Sometimes, yes.

Sometimes, no.

My mother... you know, she's my mother.

She-she loves her children no
matter who they are.

And my brother.

My younger brother.

My little brother.

I see him look at me with pity.

I think he thinks that is love,
but I know it's just pity.

That sounds very lonely.

What about your wife?

Well...

I love you.

Well, I know that.

I... I can tell.

With all your heart, right?

With all my heart, Mr. President.

Hey, don't jump.

Screw the Sheik.

Does your boyfriend know
you talk about him like that?

So, long time, no see.

Hmm, I've been busy.

You know, it's not easy hanging
onto 33% of the vote.

I wanted to talk to you about that.

You know these polls are only accurate
to within five points, right?

You know what that means?

It means I'm losing?

No, it means you could
have 38 points, and he could

have 39, which basically means
you're in a dead heat.

Well, tell that to my trusted council.

Down the hall, there
are people that have come from

all over the world to see you do
what you're about to do today.

When you put your pen to that document,
the world will be different.

How many men get the chance to effect
that kind of change in their lifetime?

You are making history today.

Really?

You sure it's not you?

Wow.

Look at these two.

Which one do you want?

Are there two?

I see only one.

So, we'll, uh... we'll see
you guys down in the ballroom.

They're setting up for some
pictures with the Sheik, and

then we'll move to the actual signing.

We were just out there.

People seem to be very excited
about what you are going to do.

Are you?

I think that you have it in you to be..

A great man and do great things.

But do I think this is one of them?

I'm not sure.

That doesn't change how I feel about you.

And how do you feel about me?

Jamal, if you don't know by now...

Oh, I plead for your
love, and all I get is... anger.

That's not true.

Then... give me your love... here, now.

Don't be ridiculous.

I'll meet you down there.

Mr. President.

He's a force of nature, isn't he?

Excuse me.

I will be right back.

Sure.

Right through that door, Sheik Rashid.

So... this is where you are hiding.

Great minds think alike.

Ah.

You are amazing to watch.

The people... they really love you.

Well, of course they do.

I am a benign old man.

What's not to love?

I also love them right back.

And my brother bassam.

Do you love him?

I don't know about love, but
he is a very clever fellow, your brother.

Very wise, very principled.

I'll tell you another thing.

There's not a morning I don't wake up and
thank God I am not running against him.

Ah.

Huh?

You're okay?

That's it, cough it up.

Cough it up, old man.

Cough the whole lung!

You want me to get bassam to help you?

You need a whack in the back.

Did that help?

How about that?

You think everybody loves you?

Well... forgive me.

I don't.

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