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(plucky music playing)

(tires screeching)

- (horn honks)- (music intensifies)

♪

♪

(music softens)

(grunting)

- What's wrong with him?- Nothing.

Just gave him somethingto calm him down.

But when it wears off,he's not dangerous, is he?

- Oh, that's your problem now.- Fuck. (sighs)

Alright,bring him in.

Come on, she's aboutto give her speech.

♪

What's your nameagain, Corporal?

- corporal: Zubak.- Huh, hard vowels.

Regurgitative, that.

- What's yourChristian name?- (Zubak coughs)

- Herbert- Herbert?

Herbert Zubak,just trips offthe tongue.

- (Herbert coughs)- Pardon the mess.

Fuckin' builders.

Suppose I could justshoot them all,

if you have any tips.

nurse:Hello, my dear.

manager:Don't worry aboutthe ammonia smell.

They're sanitizingfor the third timein as many months.

What the fuck you thinkthis is, an open house?

Go and findyour team downstairs.

The tall, scary womanis Susan Goin,Minister of Finance.

The short, furry manis Dr. Kershaw,

the Chancellor'spersonal physician.

Put his jacket on.

(light, tense music playing)

Christ, he's a plow horse.This one won't last a week.

Okay, sit.

Alright.Hello in there.

Are you with us?

I should tell you,I vehemently opposedyour selection.

You and yourtrigger finger made

quite a fuckingmess for us.

But the Chancellorinsisted,

so, um, here you are.

And he'ssigned everything,has he, Agnes?

- Yeah, yeah, earlier.- Good. Good!

So, where to begin?

I supposemoisture, yes?

- Sorry?- Can you listen, please?

How much do you know?

Sorry, are youhearing me?

Eh, I only knowI'm reassigned.

Right...(exhales) Fuck.

Well, the situation is,we have a problem.

- Namely, spores.- Spores.

- Spores?- Stachybotrys atra.

- Mycotoxins.- Mm, quite dangerous allergens.

Dr. Kershaw:The Chancellor spotted them.

She was a physicianherself once, remember?

Agnes:Mm-hmm.

But it is a veryserious concern.

Very much so.

But we're containingthe problem, of course.

Yes. Yeah.Well, no, no, no, no, no.

We're working on containingthe problem as such.

Hence the renovationof the palace,

tearing out the guts,scraping it clean, hm, so on.

But you understandthe gravity of the problem,Corporal Zubak, yes?

And you comprehendthat the problem is real

for the Chancellor?

She's in danger?

Well... quitegreat danger, yes.

But, uh, no,we're sorting it.

So you'll have a chatwith the Chancellor, yes?

- Ready?- Now?

Now, yes, good.Come on, then.

Never breathein her direction.

Stay calm.Don't vomit.

(anticipatory music playing)

Enter.

Corporal Zubak,Madam Chancellor.

Yes.Thank you, Susan.

Sorry for allthe security measures.

Are you alright?

Yes, Chief.

Are you sure?

They can beso overcautiouson my behalf.

And don't worryabout these people.

They're justsetting up.

So you'refrom Westgate, I hear.

- Yes, Chief.- Land of the sugar beet.Stunning place.

Not so much, Chief.

And your parents?

They are dead.

Mine too.Leave us.

Sit.

(door opens)

(door closes)

(sighs)Now, I don't wishto be indelicate,

but do you know whyI selected you for this job?

- N-No, Chief.- I wanted a Site Five boy.

No, no, don't be ashamed.

They behaved like animals,those protesters.

You soldiers just reacted.

I was right to sendyou boys down that mine,

in spite of whatmy critics say.

Not nice whatthey're calling you,

Butchers of Site Five.

But it's alright.I know the truth.

There's a good manin there who deserves love.

Thank you, Chief.

Do you knowit's the oddest thing?I feel like we've met before.

Like a déjà vu thingor something.

Or like we metin a dream.

Have we?

I don't think so, Chief.

Hm.

So, they've explainedthe job, then?

Herbert Zubak:Uh, no, Chief.

Well, fine.

Better they haven't.

Trust me,the so-called experts

know less thanthe common shitslike us.

Up. Right.

This is a hygrometer.It measures humidityin the air.

It helps you to tell meif there's mold nearby.

We'll need youto follow me everywhere

and take measurements,do you understand?

- Yes, I think so, Chief.- Good.

I'd say we're justabout meant for each other,

wouldn't you?

Let's have youleave now.

Thank you.

Now, Corporal...

a graceful mind.

You must striveto have a graceful mind.

Yes, I will try, Chief.Thank you.

Yeah.

Susan Goin:Good, that should be all then.

Oh, no, no, no, no.We don't do that.

I-In fact,you must quitestrongly dissuade

anyone from hand contactwith the Chancellor.

- Do you understand?This is very important.- (quietly) Yes...

Hm, well, luckyfucking break, Butcher.

Agnes:Let's go.

(plucky music playing)

They saycleansin' the palacemay take years.

God help us.

Well, here we are.Your new home.

You'll start firstthing in the morning.

Tonight,you'll memorizethe floor plan

and a schedulefor tomorrow.

♪

I'll have someoneget your things.

Have you got things?

Hey, you.

I've cared for thisslag heap my whole life,

so don't go soilin' it.

And investin some moisturizer

'cause the dehumidifiersturn your skin toa mummy's asshole.

(gagging)

(retching)

(heavy breathing)

♪

- (turns volume up)- Seven years ago tomorrow,

we defeatedChancellor Edward Keplinger

and his bandit radicalsin a free and fair election.

It is this victorythat we celebrate.

When I became your Chancellor,I did so with a heavy heart.

I knew the hard workof smashing the failed state

would devour my time,

and would prevent mefrom being next to you,

with your hand in mine.

(on TV) But just know,

you fill me with allthe love I'll ever need.

And so, I bless you all.

And I bless our love, always.

(upbeat, orchestraltheme music playing)

♪

(theme concludes)

(light snoring)

(phone ringing)

- Hello?- Susan (over phone):Get up.

You have 20 minutes.

- Happy Victory Day, Butcher.- (Susan hangs up)

(grunts)

(heavy breathing)

- (door opens)- Agnes: Happy Victory Day,Herbie.

Let's go.

- Did you getthe floor plan down?- Uh, I think so, yes.

She hates doubt.Do you need a mop,you prick?

Go and findyour section crew.

Breathing.If she passes ya,hold it in.

If she talks to you,cover your mouth.

Hit your mints often.

If she smells mold,

tell her yousmell it too.

- How'd she do?- She said the sausagelooked like a baboon's cock.

- (Agnes sighs)- Mind if the cooks eat it?

Fine, yeah.Don't let the guards see.

- Mm.- What's her mood?

Uh, five out of 10.

- With a 10 being good?- Does it matter if it's five?

Come and standagainst this wall.

Come on.

Hey, it'sdead simple.

You walk with her,and you measurethe relative humidity.

What doesthis number mean?

(whispers) It means"Don't ask questionsand look sharp,

or you'll end uplike the last one."

(hygrometer beeps)

(door opens)

(Herbert clears throat)

Open the door,and walk in front of me.

- How are we?- Herbert: Very good, Chief.

No, my dear,how's our moisture?

Um, it's, uh, 31%.

Glasshouse firstwith Mr. Laskin,

head of security service.

Today, you'll encountera soup terrine of worms

known as the bureaucracy.

Prepare yourself.

Happy Victory Day, Madam.

(ambient nature sounds)

It's, uh, 41%.

Here's our intelligenceon this glorious morning:

My sourcesin the planning office

suspect Finance Minister Goin'spatience is running thin,

waiting for you to finalizethe cobalt partnership

with the U.S.

Should you chooseto proceed with the deal,

I'm told the Americansmay require additionalreassurance

due to the Site Five...unseemliness.

(insects buzzing)

On Palace intel, then.

Some chatter downstairsabout your appetite.

And, oh, a reminder,your husband's sittingwith "Vogue" today.

I assumewe should surveil?

- (sighs)- Madam.

- Feeling better today?- Yes, Chief.

(beeps)

Your mind ismore graceful?

I think so, yes.

I wonder,where were welast night?

I'm sorry?

That place we met,where was it?

Last night?

Yes, my love.Our dream.

Don't you remember?

Sugar beets.

Yes, that's right.Sugar beets.

Lovely,weren't they?

(light, plucky music playing)

- (phone dings)- She's on her way up.

- speaker 1: Dress?- speaker 2: Green.

- Had to be green, didn't it?- You're scared of a fabric dye?

You really area mewling vulva, Mr. Schiff.

Well, what do you expect?

She hasn't so muchas glanced at mein months.

Well, consideryourself fortunate.

The right handgets the smack.

You notice how she'scooling on her favorite,

Our Ladyof the Shrinking GDP?

Jealousy is bredin self-doubt,Mr. Singer.

(chuckles)

- (hygrometer beeps)- (all groaning)

It's like a dogusing a calculator.

(hygrometer beeps)

Well,see her in, Butcher.

Mints, everyone.Short breaths, mouths closed.

- minister 1:Happy Victory Day, Madam.- (applause)

minister 2:Happy Victory Day, Ma'am.

minister 3:Happy Victory Day, Madam.

Let's get on with it,please, yes?

These need to be briefer,

these briefings.

Oh, ravishing.

The--I mean, the flowersare... ravishing.

(sighs) Right. Yes.So, the Texans.

- BioCon.- Minister Schiff: Uh, yes.

Uh, R-Richard Kaiser,the CEO, will be

at your table tonight,with his wife.

And as you know,it would be ideal

if we could move towardsclosing the cobalt deal.

You thinkI'm dragging my heels,is that it, Susan?

- No, no, Madam.No, of course not.- Well, you do think it.

- Say it plainly.- Well, as you know, Madam,

we are in dire needof investment.

And, well, I-Ineedn't remind you

that you oncefully endorsedthis deal.

Well, perhapsmy thinking's changed, hm?

Is that alright with you?It doesn't tread on yourlittle tootsies, does it?

No, but withour economicindices slowing,

we do need to find some other--

Elena Vernham:It's the fucking optics.

Like I'm a fuckingkept woman.

Granting cobalt mining rights

to a foreign power.I look fucking weak.

Singer:I agree, ma'am.

We've always messaged

greater nationalself-sufficiency,

and letting Americause our resources

for their Teslasand laptops,

well, it's hardlythat, now is it?

With respectto Mr. Singer'scomms expertise,

- the people want growth.- Elena: Oh!

And you know whatthe people want,do you, Susan?

You can hear them gruntingfrom your country house?

Madam, set asidethe facts and figures.

The real issue is,the sooner we close this deal,

the soonerwe can truly investin our top priorities.

Like makingthis palace safe,

making the airaround you safe,

making you safe.

(sighs)

Yes.

Well...

let's see what happens.

♪

(hygrometer beeps)

In front.

Front, front,in front of me now.

Not too close,keep your distance.

(tense string music playing)

Be careful in here.

Make sure he keepshis paws to himself.

(Elena sighs)

Moisture.

- (Elena sighs)- Herbert: Twenty-one percent.

♪

Elena:Here.

Trite flowersfor Victory Day.

(clears throat)

(sighs)Look, Daddy,

I'm not going to feel foolishfor having a celebration,

if that's whatyou're thinking.

I know youalways hated parties,but I don't, so, fine.

And, uh, every girl likesan excuse to dress up.

They love it out there.

Yes, they love me,

much more thanthey ever loved you.

Yeah, perhaps that's whyI won the Chancellorship

and you never came near it.

Ever thought of that?Some silly old husk.

Oh, you've got spots now.

That's new.

(slight chuckle)Leopard changingits spots.

Get it? Very funny.

Hilarious. Right.

Is that it?Are we done?Yes?

Good.

Happy, happy.

One moredeep breath, please.

(coughs) Oh, dear, no,it's worse this week.

Humidity'sspiking again.I knew it.

- Try and relax, Madam.- No, I knew it, I knew it.

I can't relax,can I, when there'smold everywhere.

Madam, as you are aware,with the AAT deficiency

that you've inheritedfrom your father,

you are at high riskof lung disease.

But I can assure you,we are doing everything--

(grunting) Not enough.

I can still smellrotten air in everyfucking room!

- Ah, my pills, my pills!- Later.

Before the banquet.

- (Elena breathing heavily)- Oxygen at 90%, under pressure.

(through chamber mic)Crank it up!

(chamber whirring)

Elena's husband:We love the magazine,of course,

and we love America.

Always been a verystrong bond there.

interviewer:Oh, absolutely.

husband:I'm French myself,although my home is

wherever Elena is.(chuckles)

But we're always happyto partner with ourNATO friends

who shareour love of freedom.

- interviewer:Right, the subject of freedom?- By all means.

Amnesty Internationalsays your wife's government

conducts "intensive physicaland electronic surveillance

of private citizens."

Sounds a bit chewyfor a fashion mag, huh?

Uh, no, no.It's true, we dotake very seriously

the spread of disinformation.

- So in that sense--- Right, but in terms of the--

But surveillance?No, God no.

But you admit there issome close observation.

husband:As there isin your country,

but no, true democracydoesn't happen overnight.

And we are closer nowthan we've ever been.

And as forthe reports of unrest...

- Ah, yes.- ...in the, in the mines?

The Site Five trouble.

(over laptop) That wasan isolated incident,

a-a-a single cobalt mine wherethings got a little peppery.

But, um, if I may,uh, I would liketo steer us back

to my national poetry NGO,which with--

- (stops video)- (Elena sighs)

(child grunting)

You're making themfight, sweetheart?

- Yes.- Good.

- (knocking on door)- Enter.

The entréefor the Victorydinner, ma'am.

We're done,thank you.

Oh, um, no, no.

No, no salmon.No, salmon's meek.

No. No, we needrobust food.

Meat, uh, no game.Lamb. Yeah, something.

Oh, you'll figure it out.Um, Oskar, stop doing that.

Go along with yourmother now, angel,

and take yourepilepsy pills, mm.

(Elena clears throat)

(light, tense music playing)

How do I look?

Uh, perfect.

Another banquet.(sighs)

God, it's exhausting.

Wearing my facefor these people,

smiling at their lies,slurping on consommé.

I'd like to pour iton their fucking skulls.

Me too, Chief.

You'd like that,would you?

Very much, Chief.

Hm.

Well, you'll stickwith me tonight, yeah?

Keep the humidity in check,

and their filthy airaway from me, yes?

I will doeverything you want.

Good...You're a good man.

Hm.

Good boy.

(door opens, closes)

(jazz music playing at banquet)

- (indistinct chatter)- Honk.

Knock it off.You did putdehumidifiers

under allthese tables,didn't you?

Yes, Mein Fuhrer.

House call later,once the boy's asleep?

Not tonight, doc.There's too muchbloody clean up.

- As you like it, puss.- (chuckles)Stop calling me that.

(softly) Hey...When she arrives,

give her the number, discreetly.

And if shehas a crisis,

escort herto that hallwaythere.

There'll be freshoxygen machines waiting,

- but be fucking discreet.- Okay.

Susan: Mr. Kaiser,Emil's our country'stop businessman.

You can trust him.

Our cobalt pitinfrastructure

will soon be neartop industry standards.

Richard Kaiser:Uh-huh, and wouldMr. Bartos call

the massacreat Site Five

"top industry standards"?

Look,that was all overblown.

- Just some bad apples.- Twelve deaths?

Can we just improvethe visuals, please?

Can we not havethe White Housereading about

murdered pit diggers in"The Washington Post"?

Susan:Of course.

So, go on, then.

- Why did you do it?- What?

There's no usehiding it from me.

I'll find it outsoon enough.

I don't know whatyou're talking about.

Well, somesay the minersat Site Five

weren't riotingat all, ya know?

They were fed upwith the poisoned air

and the dirty water,

so they raisedtheir voices.

And you Army boys

just panickedand opened fire.

I wonder, though,did you panic

or did you enjoy it?

Hm?

- (applause)- (guests cheering)

Emil Bartos:My victorious friends,

cast your minds backseven years ago to the rotin our nation's heart.

We werea broken people.

Of course, we knowwho broke us.

- (guests booing)- The former Chancellor,Edward Keplinger.

- (booing)- The Rat.

And his crony cabalof neo-Marxist thieves.

He made usfeel hopeless.

- guest: Mm-hmm.- That was untilwe saw her face.

The young doctor from Rinnburg,with the brilliant eyes.

She took the tiny partyher father founded

and transformed itinto a monster.

- She trounced Keplinger!- (guests cheering)

Ran him offto his country home

where he lickshis wounds still.

So, join me, all, our newAmerican friends too,

a toast to Elena Vernham,to the Chancellor!

guests:To the Chancellor!

(band playing"If You Leave Me Now"by Chicago)

singers:♪ La, la, la, la ♪

(cheering)

(sings)♪ If you leave me now ♪

♪ You'll take awaythe biggest part of me ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh-hoo, no,baby, please don't go ♪

Wonderful to seeyou all lookingso magnificent.

♪ If you leave me now ♪

♪ You'll take awaythe very heart of me ♪

You will,I'll be heartbroken.

♪ Ooh-ooh-hoo, no,baby, please don't go ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

No!I just wantyou to stay.

And so doesNicky, my husband,

Nicholas Vernham, everybody.

singers:♪ Ooh ♪

♪ A love like ours islove that's hard to find ♪

singers:♪ Ooh ♪

Elena:♪ How could we letit slip away? ♪

How could we ever?You're so precious to me.

singers:♪ Ooh ♪

♪ We've come too farto leave it all behind ♪

We have.We must carry on forever.

How could weend it all this way?

When tomorrow comes,and we'll both regret...

♪ The things we said today ♪

Don't you leave me now.

Ladies and gentlemen,thank you.

- (guests applauding, cheering)- Oh, thank you so much!

(whistling)

Oh, do look.That's sweet.

Oh, Nicky, look, darling,they're standing up.

Oh, God, I thinkI'm going to cry.

- Goodness.- That was lovely.

Oh, is that alright?Honestly, are you sure?

Now, come on,deep breaths.

- Susan: Wonderful, Madam.- Oh, thank you,thank you, Susan.

Thank you.How wonderful.

Hello,thank you.

- My goodness, Mr. Kaiser.- Mrs. Kaiser.

- Pleasure.- No, no touching, Sir.

Excuse me, excuse me.That's-- That--

Such a pleasureto meet you,Mr. Kaiser.

And yourdarling wife,Mrs. Kaiser.

- Hello.- Charmed.

- Please, let's sit. We must.- It's about 40% humidity.

That will be all.Thank you so much.

- Humidity?- (chuckles) No.

It's justa stupid joke, really.

Should we havebrought raincoats?

- (table laughs)- Ah, no.

Richard:Oh, I'm so sorry.

Uh, my wife and Idon't eat meat,

only fish.

Oh, please forgiveour staff's mistake.

Deborah Kaiser:How did youand the Chancellor meet?

Nicholas Vernham:Oh, um, we metin medical school in Paris.

- Deborah: Oh!- Uh, I had, um, a wifeand a baby at the time,

but, um, Elenais very persuasive.

- (Nicholas chuckles)- Mm-hmm, I can imagine.

Nicholas:Alas, she went hometo pursue politics,

so I went backto my wife and kid.

And then, um,she thought that marriagewould help her campaign,

so she asked meto propose, which I did.

- (deep breath)- And, um, I left my familyin Paris for good

and, uh, haven'tseen them since.

And thus, here we are,happily ever after.

(chuckles)Well, we do love Paris.

Will you excuse mefor a moment, please?

May I speakwith you?

(distant chattering)

(hygrometer beeps)

Go here, please.Go, go there.

Go on, go on.That's it.Go on in there.

- (grunts)- Look at me, please.

- (grunts)- You happy now?Yes, are you?

They thinkI'm a lunatic now.

You've handed themall the leverage.

Do you know,I am out thereby myself hustling,

providing for my country,

and you've made melook ridiculous

in front of the Americans.

I am not ridiculous.

I am very muchnot ridiculous,

- you stupid cunt.- I'm sorry.

Next time,turn your gunon yourself.

(grunts)

Stick it in your mouth,you graceless fucking cow.

(tense music playing)

- (guests chattering)- (music fades out)

So... we should talk.

- But let's eat first, I think.- Oh, no. Sure.

I, uh, talked to a fewof your folks earlier,but--

Well, you're nottalking to my folksnow, are you?

You're talking to me.

(chuckles)And I heard

- you were playing hardball,which is fine.- Oh.

But what are youconcerned about, hm?

Bit of worker unrest,some wonky machinery?

Hm? It's marginalia.Look at what we are.

We are a young,Central Europeanrepublic

ready to embracea modern corporategovernance.

We're ready to grow,with you.

- Hm.- Here's the important part.

We love America.We love our friendship.

And we'd love nothing morethan to tighten those bonds.

We have the cobalt.

You pay for the pitsand the refineries.

It's a perfect partnership.

Or you can holdChina's cock

while they pissall over your shoes

and hold you hostageto their corruptsupply lines.

(Elena chuckles)

Alright, then.

30% stakein mining rightsas agreed.

Good...Let's do that then.

But I would likeyour assuranceof our ability

to get to 51.

- 51%.- Which would, of course, be

de rigueurin a deal structurelike this.

To advanceto a majority stake.

Well, that's how it'salways done, don't worry.

Sorry, just to be clear,

so if I wanted thento do somethingwith our cobalt,

I'd have to askyour permission?

It won't bea problem.

We'll be more than fair.

(light, tense music playing)

It's at 31.

Not him.

Wait here.

(indistinct, muffled chatter)

(sighs)Agnes managedto keep you whole.

I would've sentthe zoo somefresh lion food.

So, you're no longerthe Chancellor'spersonal water diviner.

You are nowthe night moisture sentryfor the residence floor.

Do you knowwhat that means?

- No.- It means that you waveyour fucking gizmo

around these hallsfrom midnight to 6 a.m.,

and you never seethe Chancellor'sface again.

Enjoy it,Butcher.

(solemn music playing)

I wa--I was trying to help.

Like you helpedat Site Five.

Hm.

♪

♪

Just kill yourself.

Westgate trash.

(hushed) Just kill yourself!Kill, kill, kill, kill yourself!

Useless beef.

Just kill yourself.Kill yourself!

Fuck, fuck, fuck,fuck, fuck, fuck!

(loud bang)

(tense, mysteriousmusic playing)

(groans)

♪

(person breathing heavily)

- (ominous music playing)- Shh.

Shh.

It's alright.Shh.

It's, it's alright.

(suspenseful music playing)

Yes, I know.

I know you're scared.

We can bothbe scared, mm?

Yes, we'll...we'll get throughthis together.

- Nicholas: What's going--- We come from the same place,

you and I,

and that's why we'll bethick as thieves, my love.

Herbert:Chief!

- (dramatic music playing)- (alarm sounds)

(Elena screaming)

(grunting)

(alarm blaring)

(grunting) Dead, dead, dead,dead, dead, dead, dead!

(yells)

Elena: (screams)I-I breathed him!I breathed him!

I breathed him!I breathed him!

Out, out, out, out!Oh, I breathed him!I breathed him!

- In the chair.- (Elena screaming)

- I breathed him, I breathed him!- Give me your hands,give me your hands.

Elena:Help me! Help me!Get out! Out!

Help me! Help me!Help. Help me.

Give your arm,give your arm.

- (heavy breathing)- (Herbert shushing)

(machine beeping)

(music fades out)

- (bells tolling)- (birds chirping)

What are youdoing here?

They needed morescrubby hands

for the greatmicrobe hunt.

- Miss me, puss?- Stop calling me that.

What are peoplehearing outside?

Only whatthe state newstells them.

"The Chancellor is enjoyinga well-deserved holiday

- in the mountains."- (scoffs)

Yeah, the mountainsof fucking madness.

Ah, two weekswithout a publicappearance.

People must knowsomething's up.

- How's the boy?- Yeah, he's fine, yeah.

Keeps askingwhere "she" is.

Where isthe old girl?

Lord knows.Nobody's seenher except--

(light, cheery music playing)

(scanner whirring)

(music intensifies)

(door opens)

This will helpyour body to fight.

It's sunflower,like my motherused to make.

It hates poison.

(knocking at door)

Sir?

- Yeah, uh, I'd like to see her.- Is she expecting you?

I'm her husband.

Is she expecting you?

One expects their husbandto enter a room.

- It's alright, my love.- (door shuts)

- My love.- Hello, Nicky.

I've missed you,Lenny.

Minister Goinand Dr. Kershaw

wanted to share a planfor the short term.

Perhaps it wouldn'thurt to chat?

He's got spots now.

Sorry, dear?

Elena: More spots.Have you seen?

Who has, m-my love?

Him, downstairs.

- On his face.- Ah, but it--

I-It's beena year now, my love.

I-I'm sureit's normal.

No... that's whatcosmetics are for.

I should not haveto spot the spots.

- (pensive music playing)- Lenny... do you suppose...

- maybe it's timeto let him go?- S--

Stop it.

I have.Just s-stop that.

(speaking French)

(speaking French)

(sighs)

Oh, tell them I'llmeet them at noon.

(deep breath)

♪

(inhales, exhales)

♪

(hygrometer beeps)

♪

♪

Susan:Madam Chancellor,you look well,

and we hope you'rerecuperating briskly.

It's beenquite a shock.

- Dr. Kershaw: Very much so.- Susan: Terrible, terriblefew weeks.

Dr. Kershaw:What happenedwas unthinkable.

A fluke,some lunatic.

A formercobalt miner

turned builder,we've learned.

Very ill in the head.

But every measureis being taken to ensure

that nothingof this natureever happens again.

Dr. Kershaw:Absolutely not.Never again.

Madam, (sighs)

there's no usedancing around it.

The palace,at present,

is simply unfitfor your habitation.

The data isincontrovertible.

Here's the bind.

We can't risk furthersecurity breaches,

- and so the renovationhas to be put on hold.- No question.

Susan:Which means, of course--

The toxicity you detected

in the walls would remain.

You'd be trappedin a petri dish.

Meaninga relocationof sorts

to the countryside,uh, pending your approval.

Of course,while you recuperate,

certain governmentfunctions would still

need to operate here.

And so, myselfand a select staff

would remain in the capitalto oversee those functions.

Vital tasks only,such as finishingthe cobalt deal.

Madam,

we weren't ableto save your father

- from his failing lungs...- Oh.

...but it's nottoo late to save you.

Thank you both.

You may go.

Rest well, Madam.

Corporal, sit.

(Herbert grunts)

No... Come here.Sit beside me.

Do you knowwhy you're here?

No.

You're herebecause youare nobody,

do you understand?

I don't mean thatas an insult.

I only mean itas a fact.

You are not...anybody.

And that meansI can trust you, yes?

Yes, Chief.

Now, you arethe only one

who can tell mewhat the nobodies want.

Look at me.

You love me,don't you?

- Yes.- Can you say it?

I love you.

Yes.

Now if you love me...

tell me honestly...

what would you like...to happen... next?

Tell me.

You were inmy dream last night,

and I was in yours.

And you told meto crush them,

anyone who makesyou weak.

They've cut ourballs off, Chief.

And now they arelaughing at us

because you dancefor foreign cash

like a sick fuckingbear at the circus.

And that's whateverybody's sayingout there.

You don't hear it,but that's what theyare saying, trust me.

America treats usas if we are theirfucking colony.

So, what do they do?

They rain pisson us all day.

They want you to fail.

And so doesyour finance bitch.

And so doesyour fat pig doctor

telling you you are sick.

You are sick?That's bullshit!

Something,yes, it's true.

Somethingin this buildingis killing you,

but it's not this shit,it's not this shit.

It's them!

They want you c--Look at me.

And they want you crippled

because you have somethingthey will never, ever have.

A fucking dream.

(dramatic drum music playing)

I'd love to smashtheir fucking facesforever.

A graceful mind.

♪

One, two, three, four,I declare a thumb war.

Fight, fight, fight,fight, fight, fight,fight, fight.

No, no, no!That's a tactic!

(gasps)That was a tactic!

Nicky,did you see that?Let's try again.

Look me in the eye.I'm about to win.

One, two, three, four,I declare a thumb war.

Fight, fight, fight!Got you!

Okay, best of three.One, two, three, four.

Fight, fight, fight.(laughs)

No, no.You are terrible!

(sighs)

♪

(sighs)

My friends...a few weeks ago,

one of my government'stop ministers,

along with key membersof my household retinue,

conspired witha foreign-backedfifth column

to assassinate mewhile I slept.

Get off me!Get off me!

Elena:For the past year,these individuals

have weakened our economy,

our government,and even my immune system,

aided by meddlingforeign regimes.

Which is why, today,

I am issuingan executive order

to repay our debts,turn away American investors,

and rid this countryof its sick dependenceon NATO's teat.

My husband and I

have been deeply touchedby the outpouring

of love and supportwe've seen acrossthe nation this week.

This isthe true spiritof our people.

You arethe beating heart.

You are the soulof everything.

You are the wellfrom which I draw

strength to vanquishour enemies.

I will not letyou be sucked

into the decadenceand toxicity of America

and its surrogatesaround the globe.

For years,we have suffered

so they could buildthe global orderin their image.

They've provided material aidto corrupt regimes abroad.

They committedand abetted mass murder,

and they've wagedtheir crony capitalist war

in every corner of the planet.

They have told the rest of us,"Play ball, sit up straight,

do as we tell you,and pay the toll."

(sighs)It's time to say enough.

We will no longer be a partyto their legacy of brutality.

We will no longersuffer for their greed.

It is time to showAmerica and the world

precisely what we are worth.

(dramatic music playing)

I bless you all,and I bless our love,always.

(light, plucky music playing)

♪

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