input: TEXT: [PREVIOUSLY_ON] Ihab: This act will be remembered as the first great act of defiance. (crowd chanting) Jamal: Ihab Rashid is behind all this. Samira: I'm done wishing for change. I am making it happen. Jamal: The wedding night is very special. It's important to be pure. Molly: It's not safe for you to be there. Barry: It's not safe for anyone there. (thumping) Jamal: Run them down! Leila: Go! Jamal: Tomorrow, there will be only pigeons in the square. Barry: What is it you want me to do? Fauzi: I want you to get your hands dirty, to go against your family. Barry: I asked Fauzi Nidal to set up a meeting with Ihab Rashid. Jamal: The man who would have all our heads? Barry: You can go down in history as one more brutal dictator, or you can be remembered as the leader who had the courage to listen to his people. Who do you want to be? Ihab: Jamal has asked me to gather you, the leaders of the various factions who fill the Plaza, to meet with his American brother. This is the second time the Palace has come to me. The agitation in the Plaza, the galvanizing of the people, ooh, has them running scared. It's poker. Right now we have the winning hand. Why negotiate? Hmm? Nobody negotiated with Mubarak. No, no, no, no, no, no. When this Amriki walks in, I'm going to tell him exactly what it will take for us to clear the Plaza: his brother's resignation. Jamal Al Fayeed... he can, uh, take his blood money, go to... go to Paris. (laughter) Or go to London. Spend the rest of his days writing his memoirs. Farah: But what if he's actually willing to offer us something? Ihab: No. His father betrayed my father. I'm not about to let him do the same thing to me. The only offer we will take is for Jamal Al Fayeed to leave Abbudin
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output: <extra_id_0> As Jamal prepares to throw down the gauntlet on the thousands of citizens gathered in the Plaza to protest his reign, Barry scrambles to put together a summit in the hopes of avoiding violence and bloodshed.<extra_id_1>