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(relaxing music playing)

Elena Vernham:
My loves...

I was once tired, lethargic,

weighed down by the
stresses of modern life,

until I unlocked the
ancient power of the potato.

And now, thanks to the healing
properties of potato steam,

I have never felt
healthier, happier, stronger.

With consultation
from top practitioners

in the art of country medicine,

I have purged my body of toxins

and transformed my life.

Now, a fresh breeze flows through
the walls of the people's palace.

Follow our lead, my loves,

and let the natural goodness
of our beloved land

unlock a stronger,
more confident you.

There he is, the big cheese.

"Chief of Palace
Health and Safety"

we're meant to call him.

Six years studyin' medicine,

now I'm boilin' spuds
for Dr. Gorilla.

Elena's stopped
focusing on mold,

so I will give him that.

- What's the mood outside?
- The people support Elena.

They love to see America
punched in the mouth.

Herbert Zubak:
Hey!

- You will strive to have a graceful mind, yeah?
- Yes, sir.

- Now clean that shit up.
- Servant: Yes, sir.

See, he's not right upstairs.

Elena's got to him.

- Oh, pity the poor butcher.
- Yeah, I do.

Herbert:
Hey! Come on!

Here.
The boy's pills.

- What do I owe you?
- Oh, fuck off, puss.

(Agnes chuckles)

White House sources
say they are alarmed

by Chancellor Vernham's
aggressive rhetoric.

We're even hearing reports
that Judith Holt,

chair of the Senate Foreign
Relations Committee,

will be taking time in her
tour of the region this week

to visit the Chancellor.

So, thoughts?
Too glam for the farmers?

They're sending me a mule.

Some "Chairman of the Senate
Foreign fucking What-Have-You."

No President, no Vice President,

just some frequent
flyer corn fucker

from the farm states.

A prestigious committee,
I'm told.

Committees are
for bored housewives.

Too frilly. That one.

And, um, Lenny,
you're not concerned, then?

- With what?
- Just all your spiky talk

about the West
these last few weeks.

- The possible blowback.
- Oh, (laughs) poor Nicky.

You worried they're going to
drone strike you in the jacuzzi?

(laughs)
No.

No, but with our business ties

in Europe and America.

All our foreign pals,
Laurent, Carla?

- Buscombe? The Como Consigliere?
- Fuck them.

True friends stay true.
Quislings scatter.

Clearly, the President
is signaling

that he would like
to normalize relations

with this once-staunch ally
and vital trade partner

before tensions
escalate further.

The question is, will Chancellor
Vernham be receptive?

And while approval
has climbed to 75,

- your highest in four years...
- (news report continues)

I should caution you.

My agents in the private
sector are feeling some

market jitters

since the cobalt partnership
with America has stalled.

Some wonder whether
the new, shall we say,

confrontational attitude
towards the West

- might be having an averse...
- (Elena interjects)

I like to slice the egg myself.

Of course, my love.

Thank you,
Mr. Laskin.

I'm sure that will
be more than enough.

Uh, dear, before I forget,

uh, we've had a few
complaints about the aroma.

(door shuts)

What sort of complaints?

Well, primarily that the palace

smells like an Irish whorehouse.

(sighs)
Well, tough tits.

The potato steam is purifying.

I can finally breathe
now that Herbert

has sluiced all the Western
shit from my system.

(door opens)

Oh, good morning, Herbert.

- Good morning, Elena.
- We are well, aren't we?

Yes, we are.

We had fun last
night, didn't we?

(chuckles)
Yes, we did.

And what did we do, large one?

We ran through farmers' fields
and howled at harvest moons.

- No...
- Mm, we certainly fucking did.

- Superb horseplay, wasn't it?
- It certainly fucking was.

I wonder,

where will we go tonight?

Wherever we like.

Black radish from the homeland.

Let me see.

- Elena: Ah.
- Huh, your spleen's a little muddy.

- Hm.
- This mustard will help.

Elena:
Go on, then.

Slap me up like a sandwich.

Nicholas Vernham:
Uh, I'm sure you know, Corporal,

that both Elena and I
have medical degrees.

Uh, I must admit, I'm not
familiar with your techniques.

- They are from my mother.
- Nicholas: Oh, right.

Country medicine, is it?

- The only medicine that works.
- Nicholas: Uh-huh.

One might argue
aspirin and chemo

occasionally do
the trick, but sure.

(both humming)

(Elena gasps, continues humming)

(upbeat orchestral
theme music playing)

♪

(theme music concludes)

- Morning, Madam.
- Morning.

- Morning, darling.
- Hello, Oskar.

- Everything alright, Madam?
- Yeah.

Mr. Bartos
will arrive at noon

for the sugar beet
farmers' event.

- Oh, just send him my way, please, Agnes.
- Yes. Will do.

Do you know, our Oskar's
new epilepsy treatment

- really is a miracle, isn't it?
- Ah.

Agnes: Yes, he does
seem very well, Madam.

No fits.
Not a single one.

It's truly astonishing,
this folk science.

You see, that's what
our boy needed all along.

Not those fancy Western pills.

- It's fascinating.
- Yes, fascinating, Madam.

Hm.

Herbert:
Black radish. Open wide.

Ahh...

Yes. Crunch, crunch,
crunch. Crunch. Yes, yes.

(cheery music playing at event)

(indistinct chatter)

(birds chirping)

Schiff: Look at him.
Cock of the fucking walk.

Hm. I mean, she had
infatuations before, though.

Who was the last meter
man? Um, Sebastian.

- Mm.
- She sacked him because his jaw clicked when he ate.

Well, I suspect that this one

may be more than
an infatuation, Victor.

Well, how do you think
we should play this?

- Ah, patience, my son.
- Mm.

I think Bartos will,
uh, sort her out.

Well, he'll certainly try.

If the cobalt deal
falls through,

his profits are fucked
like a spring donkey.

They're sending me a woman.

Can you believe it?

The whole
relationship on the line,

and they're sending me
a fucking woman.

I've met Senator Holt before.

She's quite sensible...
for an American.

You know what this is, Emil.

They just want
to keep China's claws

- out of our cobalt.
- Of course.

The American empire's
broken, barbaric.

We know this.

- But they've always backed you.
- (scoffs) Placated me.

The tacky blonde
from the tacky country,

always shunted to the side.

Elena, I've been your friend
and associate for many years.

You're tough, you're clever,

and you know just
how to please them

to get them to do what we want.

- This is your magic.
- (Elena sighs)

Calendula tea for, uh...

- Oh, right. Yeah.
- ...for, um...

Go on. Say what you
really mean, Emil.

You worried about
your purse, greedy guts?

Your purse, Elena.
Our purse.

(sighs) If you were
to risk sanctions...

- There won't be sanctions.
- So you say.

But remember, we
are a small country.

We're like mice in a bathtub.

Three inches of water,
and we drown.

So, you don't have
to bend the knee,

but you do have
to play their game.

- Do you see?
- I won't be kicked like a dog, Emil.

But I won't dynamite
the supply lines either.

Alright? Is that what
you wanted to hear?

Yes, it is.
Thank you.

Sweet relief.

Right. Well, go
and root around

for a cabbage roll, big boy.

- (Emil laughs)
- What's this for?

Calendula. It, uh,
wakes up your muscles.

Oh, good. Mustn't
let those nod off.

We are not mice, you know?

Don't worry, Herbert,

this is just the way
things work.

(guests chattering)

In high spirits
lately, isn't she?

It's good to have a dash
of rural flavor in her stew.

As a garnish if nothing else.

Well done to you.

(Herbert grunts)

(guests applauding)

Elena: I'd like to congratulate
our nation's beloved

sugar beet producers
on a bountiful harvest.

And here she is, folks:

The first sugar beet
of the season!

♪

Well, this is dignified.
Clapping for a tuber.

Mm.

- Push!
- I am!

Herbert:
No, push for real!

No, I am pushing!

No, you are not
pushing. Come on.

Fucking yes,
I'm fucking pushing.

No, you're fucking not!

- Yes, I am!
- Harder!

- Yes.
- You see?

- Yes.
- Push each other.

- Yes, wait...
- Yeah, come on.

- Harder! Come on.
- Yes.

- Harder!
- Oh!

- Come on! (Panting)
- (Elena gagging)

(Elena retching)

(Herbert panting)

(Elena breathing heavily)

What's happening to me?

- (pants) Good things.
- Why did I vomit?

- It's trying to get out.
- What is?

- The poison.
- What?

It's been inside you for years,

all this shit in this...
(sniffles)

In this place is...

Like that rubbish Bartos said,

mice in the bathtub.

- You've taken it in.
- (both panting)

Now you have to flush it out.

(groaning, panting)

You have to flush it all out.

- (audience laughter on TV)
- Since when...

Since when do you think I
don't wear enough of this?

Well, I... Close your eyes.

I just think you're gonna
like this a little better

because...

- Close, close, cl...
- Rachel (on TV): Blow it.

Ross (on TV):
(blows) Sorry.

'Cause, um, I think
this will make you

a little more sophisticated.

- Rachel: Sophisticated like a hooker?
- (Ross laughs)

Nicholas: Lenny, I'm worried
he's pushing you too hard.

W-We don't really know
this man, after all.

And given what he did
to those protesters...

Oh, Nicky. No.

No, no, best I've felt in years.

Okay. Well, (laughs)
actually, my love, um...

- Mm.
- ...not that I've been keeping tally or anything,

but, um, you know
it's been nearly a year

since we were last intimate,

so if you are feeling better,

perhaps we could, you know,

give it a go again soon, or...

(light music playing)

Night-night, Lenny.
(kisses)

♪

(indistinct chatter)

(Euro EDM music playing in club)

Must we always meet down here?

Oh, you no like? I
find it quaintly venereal.

Before we start, sir, many
apologies for the wait.

The state of record-keeping
in Westgate is appalling...

Look, I-I'd prefer
not to linger,

so let's be brief and discreet.

- Utterly, sir. Yeah.
- Just-Just tell me who he is

- and what you think he wants.
- Right.

Most of it's your
typical rural pathos.

No, father to speak of,
some learning troubles,

failure to thrive, et cetera.

The other boys
start to hurt him.

He starts to hurt
them back, harder.

A bit of country
discipline, some self-harm,

all standard issue

until... we get
to the mother situation.

Okay, what sort
of mother situation?

This is what Corporal Zubak
did to his mother

when he was 14.

When asked why he did it,

she said,
"I don't have a clue."

- Oh.
- Right. Oh!

He repents, enlists, bulks up,

becomes violent again.

Stuck at Corporal,
never gets beyond NCO.

Then, at Site Five, when
the workers start protesting,

he's the first to shoot.

Twelve miners wind up
dead because of him.

This time, he truly cracks up.

Near suicide, they say.

That's when she picks
him from the rubble.

How much does Elena know?

Only the initial
background check.

I've held off on this new intel.

Look, can we talk about what's
really fucking happening, please?

- She...
- (patrons laughing)

She's been tuning us out
since the old man died.

She nearly went mad
from mycophobia.

And now, she's flipped
her wig for King Kong.

- Watch your tongue, you prick.
- W-Well, I'm merely reminding us

that she has had Goin
and Kershaw put in prison.

So, who's next,
the entire holding company?

That's us, all of us.

We cannot allow
this to continue.

Or maybe, he's just another of
Madam's passing infatuations.

Uh, that is, of a platonic
sort, of course, sir.

Laskin: You know her
better than we do, sir.

How serious is our predicament?

They have, uh, I don't
know, a-a connection,

but if you go for him now
with the dirt you have,

you may only push her
closer to him.

- I'm afraid he's right.
- If you really want to hurt him,

you need something
truly damaging

and of recent vintage.

I really don't see how
you can stand this place.

Blur your vision,
breathe through your mouth.

How else does one
get through life?

♪

(grunts)

You must strive
to have a graceful mind.

- Herbert: Harder!
- Elena: Harder!

(moaning)

(heavy breathing)

(pensive music playing)

- (knocks on door)
- What is it?

Good morning, Corporal. The sperm
whale oil you requested for, what?

- What was it?
- It's for her skin.

What have you done
to my headboard?

- What are you doing to yourself?
- It's nothing.

- Bullshit, it's nothing.
- Hey! Don't talk to me like that.

Oh, shush, you
ridiculous person.

I know who you are.
You can't scare me.

Come on, let's get you fixed up.

(Agnes scoffs)

I'm not your nursemaid.

You should leave my son alone
and worry about your own health.

- I'm fine.
- Fine. You're a stuck pig.

(Herbert grunts)

- What are you doing, beating yourself up?
- I don't know.

I don't mind it.

- Well, I bloody mind it.
- It's good for me.

(Agnes laughs)

Shame on you.

It won't help, you know.

Up.

I have to do it.

I deserve it.

- (melancholy music playing)
- Don't tell Elena about this.

It's gonna be
a long road for you.

Be careful who you walk it with.

Miss Agnes!
How are you, dear?

Uh, yeah. I'm fine.
Is everything...

Oh, no, no, no, no.
Everything's fine.

We're all so glad to see
your boy in such fine health

and without modern
pharmaceuticals.

Remarkable, isn't it?

Is there anything I can
help you with, Mr. Laskin?

No anticonvulsants,
no phenytoin?

A bit of black radish

and your boy's
epilepsy is cured.

(laughs)
Miraculous!

The Chancellor couldn't
be more pleased.

And we like it when
she's pleased, don't we?

(chuckles)
Yeah, we do.

Yes.

We don't like showing her

the grubby truths.

Look, it's alright.

Your boyfriend did you a favor,

getting you the pills.

We know, and it's fine.

We all do each other
favors, don't we?

(mischievous music playing)

- You alright, Herbert?
- Hm? Uh, yes, Elena.

Something's bothering you.

Um, have, have
you not... Uh.

Have you noticed
the last few dreams

have been, um, different?

Hm, different for you, how?

I guess, um, a bit spicier.

Mm.

Yeah, I, I suppose
they have been a bit.

And sometimes...
q-quite spicy.

Well... I like
a bit of spice.

Hm? Spice is nice.

Yes, um, Elena.

(tense music playing)

♪

Elena:
There she is, Miss America.

Oh, our good friend,
Mr. Bartos.

Looking to line his pockets.

♪

Senator, welcome.
Nicholas Vernham.

Yes, hi, a pleasure. I'm Judith.

Thank you for hosting.
This is quite a place.

Thank you. The
Chancellor's waiting for you.

Mm.

♪

♪

Yes, here you are.

- Welcome.
- Judith Holt: Thank you.

- Lovely to meet you, Madam Chancellor.
- Oh, good.

You're comfortable then?
Your accommodations alright?

Yes. Lovely. We're staying
at the Bartos Imperial.

Oh, very nice. Mm.

Love this, kingfisher blue.

- Oh.
- We'll try not to get blood on it.

- Joking.
- Okay, well,

we'll keep the gloves on.

Here, we can sit.

'Kay.

So, busy time, then.

Yes, well...

just a mini tour of the region,

but I've made our visit
here a special priority.

No, I meant for your President,

seeing as he couldn't make it.

As you know, I'm not an official
emissary of the White House,

but I can assure you, this
is a priority for the President.

Of course, I'm teasing.
We can tease, can't we?

Sure.
You bet.

And you're having
a little poke around

the Faban Corridor
as well, I hear?

The Faban Corridor is
part of the region, so yes.

Our work is holistic. We like
to see prosperity everywhere.

I'm sure you do.

So, let's dive
right in, shall we?

I believe, and I'm sure
the President agrees,

it's time we spoke
frankly with you.

We'd like to get things
back on track here.

- Uh-huh.
- After all, we've enjoyed a very strong partnership

with you over the years.

We're big fans, honestly.

Strong woman leader,
providing for her people,

bolstering civil society,
resisting China, so on.

We love all that.

So, it would be
a shame to spoil it all

- over some crossed wires.
- Elena: Right.

You feel as though our
wires have been crossed?

Well, I think our last
few communications

have felt a bit abrupt.

Right.

Judith:
That said,

we are willing to take
some responsibility

- on our end for any issue.
- Issue?

No, there's no issue.

No, there's just,
um, what this is.

You know, the bargain.

And I think my country's
more than held up

her end over the years,
don't you think?

I see your point.

After all, we let you dig
our earth for a pittance.

We provided refueling
and airspace support

for your wars
in the Middle East.

We handed you hundreds
of dossiers on supposed

Russian cyberterrorists
working in our country.

We swore off China
and her Belt and Road.

We let your CIA run
its black sites here,

right here,
on our sovereign soil.

You shoveled your shit
on our doorstep for years

and told us we
were happy to eat it.

If you'll pardon my expression.

I might add, we also shoveled

quite a bit of investment
your way as well,

and quite a bit of patience

while you worked out
your civil and...

- press freedoms...
- Oh, no, no. (Laughs) It's alright.

We're not, we're not arguing.

This is not a
confrontation right now.

We're just, we're just
saying what's true.

Look, (clears throat)
I think we hear each other.

Which is why we'd love to consider
something in the shape of a reset.

A reset?

A sense of greater
equity moving forward.

- I'm told the President wants this.
- Yeah? You sure?

- Should we shoot him a text?
- (laughing)

The President does want this.

And what would
a reset look like?

First and foremost?
Access.

Much greater access
for you and your ambassadors

to the President
and to the financial levers.

Easing restrictions
on exports to your country.

Reopening the American
school in your capital.

And... helping with something

we should've helped with
a long time ago:

Granting you full
NATO member status.

No more "aspiring member" limbo.

Plus, we can help
with the EU of it all,

Schengen group, everything.

The entire game
could change for you.

We'd love to see that.
We want to see that.

We believe in this partnership.

So, I want you to ask yourself,

are you ready to take
this next step with us?

(mischievous music playing)

♪

Judith: We don't want to undermine
your authority in the region.

We want to enhance it.

We see you as a true visionary,

which is why we'd love for you
to return to the cobalt project.

(slight chuckle) I'm sorry, but
the terms were not acceptable.

Absolutely.
We get that.

But we just think you
should give it another look.

My people need to be respected.

And they will be. We
want you to feel like equals.

We consider China's push
into Europe a threat to freedom,

so we'd like your
continued support there.

And what about
the Faban Corridor?

We know the Corridor is of great
importance to you, historically,

and you wish to reunify.

It's a conversation that's a
bit too big even for this room.

(chuckles)
So, (clears throat)

But there could be a chance
there, one day, maybe.

But first,

we need you to
demonstrate credibility to us.

Trustworthiness.

All we're asking is that
you follow our example

of honesty and consistency,

and be a little more flexible
as you've been in the past.

After all, that's why the United
States backed your campaign

from the very start because
we knew we could trust you.

Um, hi.

(chuckles)

(tense music playing)

Um, I'm sorry.
Where were...

What, uh, were we?

These rooms get so stuffy with
all this oxygen-sucking, ya know?

Uh-huh.
Yeah, I guess so.

Let's take a tour around
the palace, yeah?

- There's so much to see.
- A tour?

Uh, right now?

Sure, okay, if ya like.

I do like.

- Mm-hmm.
- Let's have a snoop.

(energetic, tense music playing)

We call this
"Little Alexandria."

- Not so little. (Chuckles)
- So many jewels.

Yeah.

Mondino de Liuzzi's
"Anatomia," the first edition.

- Oh.
- My personal favorite.

- Oh, of course. You were a, uh...
- Physician.

- Yes. That's right.
- Yes.

It was a hotel once, you know?

- I'm sorry, what was?
- Here.

- Ah.
- It was a hotel. The Metropole,

- it was called, before I requisitioned.
- Mm. Yeah.

Greta Garbo stayed here once.

- I'm supposed to tell the Americans.
- Ah.

- Is she still known?
- Oh, uh, oh, definitely.

Oh, that's a relief.

(door slams, locks) - We'll
show you the music room next.

- Sorry, is my guy... Is he...
- Elena: Oh, God, yes.

You know, it is so
confusing, isn't it?

Don't worry, he'll
catch up. You alright?

Um, yes, of course. I just
think that maybe we should...

Elena:
Do you like music?

Um, I do.
Yes, I like music.

Good, you'll like the
music room, my favorite.

Wait until you see this.

Uh, oh, quick call.
Yeah, I'll-I'll rejoin.

Sorry!
Are you...

(Judith chuckles nervously)

Um, what...

You know what? I
think I'd rather just...

rejoin her, if that's...

There's no way out
through that door.

(jiggling handle)

Okay.

- Okay, well, do any of these...
- No.

Okay.

Alright.

- Alright.
- Listen to me.

Okay.

Listen to me!

Fuck.

Um, you know what?
I-I think, um,

- I just need to find my...
- Are you scared or what?

No, no.

(jiggling handle)

(Judith takes deep breath)

How does it feel
to not be in control?

Please.

You will never be in control of
this place ever again, you hear me?

(tense music playing)

- (gasps)
- (unlocks door)

(fast-paced,
tense music playing)

Judith: Tell them we're
going straight to the airport.

We're not stopping at the hotel.

- Okay?
- Emil Bartos: All good?

Judith: No, Emil,
not fucking all good.

(both sigh)

(engine starts)

Don't worry. I'll come
back and talk to her.

Okay!

We can go now.

- That felt...
- Yes.

- You heard me, didn't you?
- Yes.

- In your head?
- I did.

- I told you to do it.
- I heard you.

What happens now?

What would you like to happen?

I want more.

If you want more,
you should have more,

but then you have
to flush it all out.

- Yes.
- Yes, the poison.

- I'll flush it all out.
- The whole gut.

- Yes, all of it.
- Everyone that ever hurt us.

Starting with that
fat fuck Bartos.

We shove their gold down
their throat until they choke.

- We can really do it, can't we?
- Yes, we have to.

We have to make it right.

♪

(deep breath)

Alright, darling?

Yes, I am.

You've had a long day.

Poor Lenny.
You must be exhausted.

Oh, do fuck off with that.

- Sorry?
- Here's what's going to happen.

Mm.

(sighs)

I'm going to fuck you now.

- Really?
- Yes.

Oh, yes.

- Oh, yes.
- Don't do anything. I'll do it all.

- Okay, yes.
- (grunts) Off. Okay.

(electronic toy beeping)

Is that a new toy
you've got there?

Oskar?

Have you got a new game?

(toy continues)

Hm?

- Oskar.
- (buzzer sounds)

Alright, come on.
I'm late. Here.

- I don't want one.
- You do want one.

- Here.
- I don't want one.

- I'm bored of them.
- You have to have one.

(sighs)
Fine.

There ya go.

And if you're not feelin' well,

you're gonna tell me, alright?

Oskar, look at me.

(buzzer sounds)

Yeah...
(mumbling).

Thank you, Agnes.
Where's our baby?

Is he, uh, playing
with his new toy?

- Yes, Madam.
- Good.

I thought he deserved
a little treat.

I'll let you spoil
him next time.

You squeezed him out after all.

Thank you, Madam.

You know, I'd have
squeezed out my own

if the doctors
would've let me, but...

with my posterior
cervix and all that,

you know, just, it's
probably too late for me now.

Mr. Bartos is
on his way, Madam.

Oh, good.

- (tense music playing)
- Mm.

♪

Huh.

♪

(cameras clicking)

Please sit,
Mr. Bartos.

Oh, certainly.

- Uh, what is, uh...
- Elena: Sit, please.

♪

Now, we'd like to have a
chat... about the problem.

Emil:
Right.

The problem, Madam Chancellor.

Yes, the problem.

Well, you know what
the problem is, so...

tell us about the problem.

Um, well, I suppose you'll
have to specify slightly.

Elena: Don't dissemble
for the lens, sir.

That won't work here.

(scoffs)
I'm not your shareholders.

I'm not your American clients.
I am not your business partner.

I am the ghost
of your conscience.

Do you think we enjoy
this embarrassing position

- you've put us in?
- Madam Chancellor...

Elena: Now, you are the
wealthiest man in this country, yeah?

Is that correct?
Mm-hmm?

And yet I see...
Oh, what do I see?

Unpaid salaries
at three cobalt mines,

failure to pay
administrative fines,

reports of bribes
to gain state licenses.

No, don't, don't, don't,
don't look at them.

No, this is just you and
me having a little chat.

- Yeah?
- (scoffs) Sorry.

- Um, I'm-I'm not aware of any...
- Elena: Of any what?

You're not aware of what's
happening in your own business?

No, yes, of course,
I'm aware of...

Sorry, where are you
getting these figures?

Well, it's right here.
I'm reading it.

Would you like to see?

We have no room in our
walls for termites, no room at all.

Now, the bad actors in your
company will be imprisoned.

But you, sir, are
almost more troubling,

for this all happened
right under your nose,

and yet, you did
nothing to stop it.

So, what should we do with you?

- Again, I would have to examine...
- So, you won't apologize?

Well, of course.
Yes.

I do apologize to you,
Madam Chancellor.

Not to me, you hog!

Apologize to my people.

Oh, yes, I am sorry,
sorry to them...

- too, but truly...
- Elena: Now, why don't you tell them

what you told me
when last we met?

- How do you mean?
- Elena: At the sugar beet festival.

Outside the conservatory.

The first sugar beet
of the season.

- Hm?
- I don't recall.

(chuckles)
You do.

- Yes, you do. Oh, you recall quite well.
- (Emil chuckles)

(tense music playing)

You told me to bend
my knee to the U.S.

To grease their empire, and just
keep rolling on forever into hell.

- Now, isn't that right?
- No. No, that was...

that was not meant
to be construed as such.

- Do you think I'm deaf?
- Emil: No.

Again, I can only say
that I am deeply sorry.

You let the American cancer
feed on your marrow.

You made millions of people
suffer for your greed.

(slams dossier shut)

Shame on you, sir.

(people murmuring)

Oh, no, no.
No, you will stay here,

and you will clean
the mess you have made.

♪

Starting with these chairs.

- (murmuring)
- (cameras clicking)

Good Lord.
Poor Emil.

Singer: Yes, well, spare
a thought for the 16-year-old

Latvian who has
to blow him tonight.

If Elena's coming
after Bartos, then...

Then she'll come
after all of us.

The entire holding company.

It's a fucking bear hunt.

I don't know. Could
it just be theater?

- You think it's real?
- Ask the billionaire stacking chairs.

Barman, give us
some privacy, please.

- And turn the TV off first.
- Uh, good afternoon, sir.

Oh, an enchanting fucking
afternoon to you, too.

An unfortunate spectacle,

although I take Madam's point.

The man did need a telling.

- Mr. Laskin, please.
- Straight away.

I've compiled an edit
of the pertinent viscera.

- Anything of interest?
- Oh, I think you'll find yourself quite engrossed.

Herbert (in video):
Yes, Elena. (grunts)

Yeah, tell me... huh?

(grunting)

- (Herbert choking)
- I hear you.

Yes.

(grunting)

(tense music playing)

Tell me everything
you want, I'll do it.

- (pauses video)
- That...

- is shocking.
- It's disgraceful.

There's quite a bit
more in this genre.

This is the best you've got?

A little chokey-tuggy
in the boudoir?

But, sir, as example
of his character,

of his deportment.

But it won't move Elena.

You've gone about
this all wrong.

Well how would you
suggest we go about it?

What are we really
discussing here, huh?

Her safety, yes,
and her happiness.

Now, the truth is, my wife has
been happier since he turned up.

Uh, pleasantly
invigorated, actually.

- In the sense of?
- Eh...

Wha... Oh, never mind.
I don't want to know.

What did we do when she
proposed the remodel, hm?

Or the Charlemagne fixation?

Or even last summer,
the business with the...

comment il s'appelait
I'autre con-la gne-gne-gne?

- Sebastian.
- Sebastian.

We all know what Elena
likes is a good story.

Until the drive goes,
and then...

- She moves on.
- She moves on.

The sooner you
accelerate his rise...

the sooner he'll
fall out of favor.

Find a good story.

A good story.

(tense, determined
music playing)

(thunder rumbles, cracks)

♪

Elena: Yes, an
initiative of some kind.

You know, public works,
grants, something like that.

In Westgate, they would say,

"You may build it
as tall as you like,

but you build it
from our earth."

I like that.
That's very good.

What is it?
Oh, yes. (Scoffs)

My love, would you
give us a moment?

Sure.
(clears throat)

So, I'm meant to
believe this is important.

- It is, Madam.
- Oh, yes, it is.

- I heard Mr. Laskin, Mr. Schiff.
- Sorry, Madam.

Well, I don't like to be
kept outside of things.

We apologize, ma'am, but we
wanted to be sure of what we have here.

Sit.

(Elena sighs)

Madam...

we have some
startling information

regarding Corporal Zubak.

In the course of the
corporal's background check,

I ordered bloodwork, genetics.

The analysis of which
we have finally concluded.

There is a story
we've all been told,

a legend of Central Europe.

The story of three brothers.

One went East to Russia,
one North to Poland,

and one settled the South.

- Y-You've heard this story, Madam?
- I have.

And of course, in our country, we
believe there was a fourth brother

who went West and
settled a new homeland.

One of our great national myths.

But researchers
at the state university

have examined the
corporal's genetic evidence.

And it is their contention,
Madam, that this is no myth.

They contend
Herbert Zubak himself

may share a direct
chromosomal link

with the first
settler of our soil.

The Foundling.

- Singer: The Foundling, ma'am.
- Schiff: The Foundling.

Now, Madam, I am no geneticist

and cannot confirm
the veracity of this.

Uh, we are none of us,
uh, geneticists, Madam.

But I'm inclined to defer
to the expert testimony

of our nation's
top experts in the field.

Mr. Schiff and I
incline similarly.

And there is data
to support this?

- Oh, in abundance, Madam.
- Well, I shall have to see this data, please.

Indeed, we were hoping to
consult your medical expertise

as a means of
independent verification.

Singer: But if, in fact,
you can verify the data,

we think this discovery might
be of giant historical import.

Laskin: You may recall
our research last year

establishing a genetic link

between yourself
and Charlemagne.

Oh, yes. I was not
able to verify with

absolute certainty, but...

But it fell within an
acceptable range of probability.

Well, yes.
I-I thought so, yes.

Ma'am...

the blood of Charlemagne

and the blood of the Foundling?

Now, that is a union of
destiny for all of Middle Europe.

Well, that's an interesting
hypothesis to test.

Oh, it's a stunning feat
of historiography, ma'am.

And if I might add, there
were some in this palace

- who doubted the Corporal.
- Laskin: Mm.

But we three, we are
more than happy today

to have proved them wrong.

- Thank you, gentlemen.
- Laskin: Certainly, Madam.

You've given us
a lot to think about.

(light, curious music playing)

My loves...

as children, we were told
our ancestors were mongrels,

mules of the Danube,

mere footnotes
of European history.

But this was a lie.

I have conducted new research

proving that our blood
proceeds directly from the veins

of the Foundling himself.

The Foundling was no myth.

Indeed, one of his actual
genetic descendants

walks among us.

Yeah, fine.

Elena:
And with his guidance,

we shall reclaim our destiny

as the once and future kings

of our beloved corner of Europe.

(grand, dramatic music playing)

(slow, dramatic music playing)

♪