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Biting doesn't necessarily
signify aggression.

Dreams about biting our partner
may reveal a desire to establish intimacy.

Yes, but I was biting her fingers
really hard,

like, you know, almost chewing them off.

No, no, no.

As a dream reader,

Marina's saying that the biting
is not literal, though, right?

Exactly.

- Yeah. So, by biting her hand...
- Yeah.

...the hidden need, it's not to wound.

It's to engender trust.

I mean, Elena's not scared
in the dream, is she?

- She's terrified.
- Okay. Also normal.

You're wired to equate love with pain.

And dreams are a safe space
for you to work through that.

Yes. Yes.

Yes, I guess so.

Good, good.
Okay, so, today's homework,

I want you to focus on fixing
what truly wounds Elena.

If you wish, put her hand
in your mouth, but don't bite.

Just think about what
it means to be vulnerable

with her and to protect her.

And then let's see
if this starts to initiate

a feedback loop in your dreams. Good?

- Yes. That's very good.
- Good. That's good.

No biting! No biting, no biting.

No biting!

Oh, well done.

No biting.

No biting.

Oh, my darling.

Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful.

What is it?

It's Kerbel Heights, probably.

They're coming closer.

Oh, no, no.

I don't mean the rebels.

It's you.

What is it?

Just...

Just something he told me.

Who?

Keplinger? Oh, God. No. Fuck all that.

No, come on. He's dead. He's gone.

I did it again, Elena.

Did what again? What?

Hurt someone so you would love me.

Herbert

he was a first-class prick

who would say anything he could think of
to seduce you.

Listen, how about this?

You be you and I'll be me, yeah?

Two little lunatics who fit like a glove.

Oh, God, that's wonderful, actually.

Time to pick the Christmas carp,
young man.

Oh, God. Look at them all.
Utterly beyond reason.

You know, my father used to let me
choose the Christmas carp.

I was really rather good at it.

He'd let me use a mallet to stun it.
Herbert?

Sorry.

- That one.
- Oskar,

we might break with tradition this year

and keep the window closed, yeah?

But how will Baby Jesus get in?

Oh, don't worry, darling,
he'll weasel his way in somehow.

- It's one of ours.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yes, I'm sure it is.

Agnes? Music, yeah?

Here. Come. Sit down then.
Sit, there we go.

Yeah, and we'll have a bit of a funny old
Christmas this year.

Yeah, we'll keep indoors mainly
because it's, you know,

it's noisy and a bit dangerous outside.

And we'll just, yeah,
we'll keep inside, and

Herbert will keep us safe, yeah?

Family photo! Yeah.

Family photo.

There we are.

Smiling.

Smiling.
Happy, happy, happy, happy.

- You hear about Anton?
- Which Anton?

Sous-chef, twitchy little shallot peeler.

Vanished from his own bed last night.

Well, he talked too fuckin' much,
didn't he?

You can lose a cup. Berger and his wife
have just fled to Helsinki.

Berg--

Shit.

How'd he get out?
I thought the airport was closed.

Well, he's the Minister
for Transportation, isn't he?

- Yeah.
- Or he was.

Fuck is that?

It's mine.

I can't go home.

Kerbel Heights.

One more night and then
you'll have to sort it out, alright?

- This is not a yurt.
- Yeah.

Alright, everyone, listen up.

I know we're tired
and I know we're scared

but leave your troubles at home, alright?

And if you've no longer got a home,

leave them out there
somewhere in the smoke, alright?

Jesus.

I mean, what the hell
are we all waiting for?

For "The Barber of Seville"
to play like it did in '92.

I was joking.
There's not gonna be a coup, alright?

Just keep your head down.

Come on, let's get on with it!

Look, Victor,
we have to discuss our options.

The rebels could be at our door
any day now, so just talk to me.

I believe in the virtue of loyalty,
Mr. Singer,

so there's nothing left for us to discuss.

Wake up, Victor! Wake up!

The pyramid door is closing
and we'll be trapped in here

with this cock-mad pharaoh.

I have the utmost faith in my Chancellor.

And I refuse to be bullied
into a rank conspiracy.

Oh, shut up and just smell
the fucking phosphorus, you fool!

Oh, an exceedingly happy Noel, sir.

Corporal, before she arrives,

we need to speak to you rather urgently
about the gravity of our predicament.

If you have a problem, you talk to her.

Corporal, I've tried. Please.
You're a sensible man.

You need to speak to her.
Make her see reality.

Oh, some new faces I'm seeing.

Since those traitors have left us.

Yes, Madam, Anna Grebetz,

Housing Minister,
replacing the traitor Muentz.

And Leo Huber, former Minister
of Civil Services and Sport,

ascending to the role of Defense Minister,
replacing the traitor Moros.

And, may I say,
your Yuletide decorations are

enchanting this year, Madam.

Let's hear from our new Defense Minister.

Happy Noel, Madam.

As you know, the Westgate Resistance Army

has managed to capture
several outer districts of the capital.

Our plan to pound their resistance into
submission only doubled their numbers

and their anger.

Civilian deaths are approaching 13,000.

Targeted blackouts continue, as well as
the shopkeepers' general strike.

Army reinforcements are expected soon
from the Uplands,

but the insurgents appear to be closing in
on the palace district.

Despite your best efforts,
the popularity of the rebels is growing,

and we are very much
in the throes of a civil war.

Madam, given that many of our elites
have already fled to China and Brunei,

the Security Service would recommend
relocation of yourself as a possible

- option until fighting subsides.
- No, no, no.

No. No, impossible. No, no.
I shall stay right here in the palace.

I won't abandon my people.

Madam, the Westgate rebels are at the pa--

The Westgate agitators have been fed lies
by NATO tyrants.

They're just confused.

They don't know how bad it can get
without me.

Do you see?
They take my love for granted.

They push me away.

But then,
they'll find their way back to me.

Just as, just as Herbert did.

No, no, no.

Stop it!

Madam?

- Yeah?
- On the comms of it all?

YouGov polling shows that barely half
your support remains.

Yeah, fake CIA numbers, but go on.

Nevertheless,
to hold on to even these loyalists,

you must remind people
that you are still their best option.

So, with that in mind, we call this:

"Elena's Christmas Sack."

- Disgusting name.
- Not terribly good, no.

It's a raft of reforms
and one-time bonuses.

An increase in pensions,
a 6% reduction in school fees,

subsidized internet,

and a ration program
to combat the threat of starvation.

Oh, please. Please.

This is Central Europe.
No one is starving.

No, I won't bribe
my people for their love.

This is a self-cleansing
process for the state.

You just have to let it
play out naturally.

- Madam, you cannot ignore--
- Hey, shut the fuck up!

Sit down, sit down!

You listen to me.

We don't run.

And we never back down.

We stay here, and we protect her.

We fight for her because, without her,
nothing makes sense!

Understood?

Thank you, Herbert.

Ladies. Gentlemen.

It's gettin' late, ya know?

I should tell you somethin'.

I know.

What do ya know?

You're wearin' fuckin'
Italian leather shoes in a war zone.

Is it the Americans?

- I can't be seen with you.
- I don't care, I can't watch it anymore.

What she's doin' to your boy, I can't.

You're the only good sort here
and she's killin' ya.

Two seats on a turboprop for you and Oskar
flying to France straight after Christmas.

If you're worried my feelings aren't
incentive enough for ya,

you'll be pleased to know I'm being
paid on delivery.

They want your knowledge.
"The palace ghost."

Look, it's dangerous, I know,
but it's the only way to get ya both out.

I'm not lettin' ya say no, okay?

Whatever this place was for ya,
it's over now.

Gather what you need.

Madam, as I've told you many times
this past month,

the intel is clear.

America believes this civil war
will trigger one of two scenarios:

Either you agree
to leave power voluntarily

in exchange for immunity from trial,

or traitors in your regime
will stage a coup.

They see no future in your leadership.

No, no, I can't, I can't do it.

- I'm just not ready.
- Elena, you are ready.

This is what we have been
working towards, yeah?

- Madam, are you listening to me?
- Yes!

And where does China stand?

As I've said before, China opposes
regime change philosophically,

but refuses to lend material support
to our counterinsurgency.

We cannot rely on China to save us.

He won't be happy, I'll tell you that.

He will not give you any trouble,
trust me.

And you won't let me buckle?

- Do promise.
- I promise.

Madam, may I remind you the cobalt mines

have not operated in months.

The refinery sites are in shambles.

We're cut off from the cash flow.

We have lost five provincial capitals
in three weeks.

- I really must urge you--
- Mr. Laskin!

You seem to have forgotten your job.

You do not urge me to do anything.

You just whisper your sweet nothings
and then vanish into the gardenias.

I do beg your pardon, but--

My duty lies with my country.

No, your duty is to serve me
at my pleasure.

So, why don't you go home,
pour a cup of mulled wine,

and have yourself
a merry little Christmas, yeah?

Go on. Off you fuck.

Daddy, this is Herbert.

Herbert, this is Daddy.

Sir.

Daddy, we've been doing a lot of work,
my friend and I, on each other,

and there's something
we'd like to say to you.

You are a very poor influence on Elena.

The time has come for you to step away.

- For a while.
- For good, Elena.

- Yes, I know--
- Elena needs to separate from you,

which you have not let her do.

It is the time to step aside, quietly.

So, from now on,
you will respect her autonomy,

are we clear?

You will no longer be
in control of her anymore.

That was a big one, wasn't it?

It's rather cozy in here, though,
knowing they can't get us.

Yeah?

Yes, Agnes?

Oh, is it six already?

Well, I'll let you have
your 20 minutes with him.

I'll see you later, baby.

Hope you've not been touching that.

- Elena.
- Elena? You called the fish "Elena"?

Well, she'll be swimmin'
in sour cream soon,

so let's not get too fond.

They won't really eat her, will they?

Do ya know, if ya like fish,
I can get you a goldfish.

How 'bout that? Would you like that?

So, the French.

Been meaning to talk to you about this.

The French sometimes smell
of sweated onions

and...

they have sort of dead eyes,
dress a bit like bank clerks

and worship this very small, dead man
who ran screaming from Russia, but

they make a lovely tart.

Would you like a French tart?

I think you would.

Yeah, you would.

She did nothing!

I don't know if you're aware
of this Herbert, bless you,

but when you dream,

you are everyone
and everything in the dream.

- That's right, that's right.
- Okay? So, yes,

you were sinking,

but you were also Elena.

- You were also the water.
- Me.

- Water.
- No, I wasn't. I was me. Drowning.

I was dying and she didn't care.

Of course, I cared.

No, Elena.
You were standing at the shore.

You were looking at me.
I could see your eyes.

- There was nothing. Nothing there.
- Herbert.

Look at them now.

Elena, tell me why I still feel like this.

- Feel like what, Herbert?
- Like I'm her weapon.

And in the end, she will leave me.

Herbert, I'm an expert in dreams.

You have to trust me when I say
that this was a healthy dream,

- a lovely dream.
- Yeah.

Your unconscious is telling you
Elena trusts you to swim all on your own,

to be self-actualized.

What does that mean?

It means taking charge, Herbert,

and reaching your full potential.

- That's it.
- Right, Elena?

Yeah, right. You see, that is exactly--
that's very good that.

That's the whole point of this.
My love, I want you to thrive.

Mother?

Yes, darling?

- When will they kill Elena?
- What?

My fish.

No. Don't worry about her.

She's had a fine fishy life.

It's starting, my love.

Welcome, one and all,

to the Annual Christmas Village
celebration.

Hark the herald angels sing
of a glorious Yuletide feast.

So let your hearts be light,

knowing that a Christmas carp
awaits your table tomorrow.

"Let them eat carp."
Well, that'll play swimmingly, I'm sure.

The rebels won't let her forget this.

At least the blackouts
mean half the country won't see it.

Can we talk about anything else?

"Come downstairs," you said.

"Just a drink and a wallow," you promised.

How close are the rebels now?

Based on my last update,

about seven kilometers from the palace?

- And gaining.
- Tidings of comfort and joy.

Dear country women, dear country men...

Oh, Christ, look at this.
The Swiss Miss.

...as you know, I have been taking a break
from my official duties to recuperate

from an episode of gout
here in the Val d'Anniviers...

Lucky fucker.

I'd love to overdose on sleeping pills
and then moan around the Alps.

...also forgiveness for the trespasses
of the heart.

The letters I have received
from my fellow citizens

have moved me deeply.

Hopefully, I can return

and share my love with you
as soon as humanly possible.

So, let's open our gifts, shall we?

You're worse than Oskar.

Go on, then.

I wonder what it is. Goodness!

Did you, did you--

Yes, do you like it?

I-- Yes, I do, I do.

Yes, yes!

Ah, well, it's a profound example

of what they call a naive art, isn't it?

So, you do like it?

When describing art, "like," "dislike,"
they're not really useful terms.

I appreciate it.

Yeah.

Yeah.

So, where should we hang it?

- My love...
- Here?

...well, maybe the way you feel about me

is just too precious to be displayed...

- Yeah, here is better.
- ...but I do love it.

- You do?
- Yes, I do.

Here.

Thank you.

Time for your gift.

Oh dear, it's so heavy.

Oskar. Oskar. Oskar.

It's among the finest
in the world, apparently.

German.

They did show me a few,
but this one spoke to me.

It seemed the most you.

It's art, do you know? But functional.

Well, you're not exactly easy to shop for.

Thank you.

I appreciate it.

Well, I love it, personally.

Just will be a tick.

Oskar! Oskar!

Come back inside! What are you doing?
What are you doing with the fish?

They'll kill her!

Oh, come here.

God.

It is awful, I know. I know.

I tell you what, you were born
in a horrible time,

and I'm really sorry for that.

Tomorrow, we're gonna go to France.
We're gettin' out of here, alright?

Tomorrow, you're going to go to France.

What about Elena?

Just chuck her in.

That's right.

Now see, when I look at that,
I get worried.

- Worried how?
- Oh, the delusion,

the obliviousness,

to be so out of touch at a time like this.

My mother, rest her demented soul,
had episodes just like that.

He's sayin' it.

- You are sayin' it.
- I'm not saying anything.

- Oh, yes, you most certainly are.
- What?

What am I saying, Victor?

"Episodes." You're saying the unsayable.

"Psychiatric." "Medical."

All I said was "episodes."
What are you, a mind reader?

- Although, I will say...
- Ooh, here it fucking comes.

...as long as we're squeezing lemons here.

- Squeeze a lemon in your fucking arse.
- Go on.

Well, I'm not saying we do this,

but there is always the option of saying
to the Chancellor

that she has to step down.

And making her do so.

It's just on the scale of options,
that's all I'm saying.

And when are you saying this would happen?

- I'm not saying this would happen.
- Oh, yes, you are.

But if it did happen,
then I would have to say very...

incredibly close to now.

- Shit.
- Right.

Because, obviously,
the whole point of saying it...

- Which we're not.
- ...which we're not, is that if we did

make her stand down,
it would forestall further bloodshed.

And damage to the private sector.

Thus hastening an economic rebuild.

Now you're both sayin' it.

What does the constitution
say on chain of command?

In a medical contingency?

You wrote the fucking thing!

So we are saying
it's a medical contingency?

No, not saying it. Merely asking.

Well, in the event of an acute
psychiatric episode,

now that does seem to describe
our circumstances.

Power is reverted

to, well, us.

And how are you?

Nicky, don't do that voice, please.
That sad, theatrical voice.

I'm not being theatrical.

- I'm just asking you.
- But you are, you are!

It's manipulative.
You know you're doing it.

Just, please, just talk normally.

- I'm sorry.
- Stop apologizing.

See, that's my point.
Just stop being so hurt.

- Please.
- Okay.

I will try to stop being hurt.

It makes me not miss you.

Makes me feel like I'm to blame
for what you did to yourself.

And I'm not.

You know, that was your choice, not mine.

I shouldn't be punished for it, should I?

No, you're right, of course.
Of course, my love.

No.

No.

No, I don't think so, Nicky.

But then, why did you call?

To make sure you didn't try
and end yourself again.

Promise you won't?
You mustn't, alright?

Just do promise. Just say it.

Promise?

- I promise.
- Promise?

- Yeah, I promise.
- Alright.

Merry Christmas.

We'll speak again soon. Yes?

Alright. Bye. Bye-bye.

What is it?

Go on. You're making me nervous.

- Why did you give me a gun?
- Oh, stop. It's just a gift.

- It doesn't mean anything.
- Swear to me.

What? Swear?

Oh, please, Herbert.
We've been over all of this.

I need your promise.

Swear to me that you will never
abandon me again.

Swear to me.

I swear to you.

I promise.

I would never leave you.

Never.

We shoot the ox first.
He's too dangerous.

We'd transfer executive power
to a transitional body

with us and select members
of the opposition, and--

Find a stopgap chancellor, a meat puppet.

We shred for days, and we claim

that we have been acting
as an active resistance

within the regime for years,
and we reset the table!

No, I don't know, I don't know.

This is our moment to seize history.

Yes, but she might still pull it off.

- The cat with nine lives.
- Yeah, which one is she on now, Victor?

Show some fucking respect
for a fucking great woman.

I'm not saying that she's not great.

- Yes, of course, she's great!
- We all agree she's great.

- She's great. She's great, yes.
- She's great.

Look at this wobbly tart.

...understands the needs of the people,
and is so caring to all the people of--

Nothing fucking works in this doss house!

Oh, my God! "The Barber of Seville"!

Jesus Christ! It's actually happening!

State Channel One.

State Channel Two, State Channel Three.

Fuck! The Westgate rebels have
taken over every channel.

Yeah, there's no signal.

Listen, my love, it's fine.

- This is what they do to get my attention.
- This is not good, Elena.

Go inside, go inside, go inside.

Don't shoot, don't shoot!

Don't move! On the ground!
Show me your hands!

- Show me your hands! Show me your hands!
- I'm here to protect--

I'm here to protect her!

Identify yourself!

Sergeant Hartl, sir!

We've established a three-ring perimeter
around the palace and the grounds,

as per your contingency instructions, sir!

Stand up.

What happened to comms?

The rebels have cut
all the phone lines, sir.

Guards every door.
We need guards, you understand?

Yes, sir.

Laskin, the ministers, where are they?

I'll find out.

- Go.
- You two stay.

Herbert, listen, they wouldn't touch me.

- They, they just need to see--
- Listen to me. Listen to me.

They hate you, and they want to kill you.

Yes?

Go, go, go, go! Move it!

This way!

"The Vernham government,
which has lost its legitimacy,

"has been dismissed from office.

"The Westgate Resistance Army
hereby declares itself

to be the provisional
government of this country."

- Fucking Westgate trash.
- "In the coming days,

Chancellor Vernham will
be brought to justice..."

What are they resisting with? Cabbages?

Your ministers, Madam Chancellor.

Corporal, I found them in the disco.
They've been there all night.

Madam Chancellor, the disloyalty shown

by these Western-backed demons
is unconscionable.

Where's Mr. Laskin?

Mr. Laskin has not been heard from.
We believe he's possibly defected.

Madam, we should escape
to the summer palace--

Sorry, I'm told the rebels have
the summer palace.

- Madam--
- I just need to speak to them directly.

Let me address 'em from the balcony.

- They just need to see that I'm here!
- No. No, Elena.

- Outside is too dangerous.
- But I'm not afraid, my love.

Well, if we secure the balcony
and broadcast the speech?

- That could turn the tide.
- I've reached out to the bandits

who seized the broadcasters.
They do not wish to communicate.

- Well, maybe I'll just kill myself.
- Elena.

Well, that's what they seem to want
is for me to die,

so why don't I just die?

- Actually, no.
- No.

- Nobody really wants that.
- No, never, Madam.

No, no, of course not.

What do you suggest, my love?

Tonight, I shall announce
my resignation as Chancellor.

Once I've resigned,
my successor will be immediately sworn in.

And there is only one sensible choice:

The Foundling's heir.

Right. No, no, right, of course.

Well, he polls well.
A Westgate soldier, reformer, new blood.

- Are you sure this is what you want?
- Yes, I'm sure.

And how would it, how do we--

- We close-door the debate.
- Exactly.

And the hearing, we fast track it
for a simple majority through parliament.

- Yes!
- I must say this is marvelous.

I have long held the utmost respect
for incoming Chancellor Zubak,

and I would be honored to join your team.

- What about you?
- My love, this is it.

This will now be your country.

You see? All your dreams,
your reforms for the working people.

You can make it a reality, you see?

Oh, yes. It must happen tonight.

- Yes.
- You will do it?

You will do it for me?

- Yes?
- Yes, I will do it.

Sure, yes.

Right, gentlemen, Singer, speech time.

Elena will deliver her farewell address
live through social media,

and directly following
the outgoing Chancellor's address,

a motorcade will come

and take you from the palace
to parliament.

Once there in parliament,
you will give a speech

swearing your allegiance
to our constitution

and announce the formation
of your government.

Herbert. Herbert.

You'll do fine.

Okay.

This is everything
we've been moving towards.

Can't you feel it?

- Yes, I think so.
- Yes.

It's the rebirth. Like in your dream.
Remember?

It's happening.
It's all happening.

And I'll be right here watching over you.

We're ready, Madam.

Five, four--

Wait, wait.

- Ready?
- Yes.

Four, three.

Country men and women, Happy Noel.

I have the privilege
of addressing you this

sacred Christmas Eve with important news.

But first, a little history.

Since I've taken on the supreme burden
of national service,

we have grown considerably as a country.

Literacy now stands at 97%.

Our GDP per capita has tripled.

And of course,
we have reunited with our brethren

in the Faban Corridor.

But this is not the full picture.

You see, I've made mistakes.

I've not always met my own standards.

But today, I'd like to

correct that.

Because, effective immediately, and

despite gains such as female participation
in the workforce,

which has increased by 37%,

today, I...

I would like to announce a change.

A very important change to happen

soon.

Quite soon.

You see, today...

Get back, get back!

- Palace breach!
- What?

They're in the grounds!
We have to get her out!

- No. What? No, no, no, no, no.
- Elena, come here.

Come here, get up. Cover her!

- What?
- Take this.

- You stay behind me.
- Herbert-- What--

Stay behind me.

Crew on floor nine, are you secure?

Move!

Floor nine, are you secure?

Going up.

Oh, God, what's happening?
What's happening now?

- Fuck! Shit!
- No!

Fuck!

Keep me safe.
Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. Daddy.

What's happening?

Stay behind me, stay behind me.

Go, go, go!

We have the Chancellor!

She's not the Chancellor, you calf!
She's just some fucking woman!

- Let her in!
- Shut the door!

All of you, out!

Farewell, my fucking cuckoo!

Get away from there.

Don't shoot!

It's the Corporal, stand down.

Move!

- Go down. Down, Elena.
- Go, go, go.

- We forgot Oskar.
- No, no, no, we can't.

- We can't, we can't, we can't, we can't.
- Fuck! Shit!

Hurry up.