The Regime (2024) s01e05 Episode Script
All Ye Faithful
1
(RUMBLING)
SPEAKER: Biting doesn't
necessarily signify aggression.
Dreams about biting our partner
may reveal a desire
to establish intimacy.
Yes, but I, 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?
- MARINA: Exactly.
- Yeah. So, by biting her hand
- ELENA VERNHAM: 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-a safe space
for you to work through that.
Yes Yes.
- MARINA: Mm-hmm.
- Yes, I guess so.
Good, good. Okay, so, today's homework,
I want you to focus on fixing
what truly wounds Elena, hm?
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.
- (HERBERT MOANING)
(BOTH MOANING)
ELENA: Ah!
Ha-ha! No biting!
- (HEAVY BREATHING)
- Oh, well done.
No biting.
No biting.
Oh, my darling.
(EXHALES)
Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful.
(BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY)
(DISTANT RUMBLE)
What is it?
It's Kerbel Heights, probably.
They're coming closer.
Oh, no, no.
I don't mean the rebels, hm?
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?
(SIGHS)
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.
- (SIGHS)
- (RUMBLING CONTINUES)
Listen, how about this?
You be you and I'll be me, yeah?
Two little lunatics
who fit like a glove.
- (MISSILE WHISTLES, EXPLODES)
- (HERBERT CHUCKLES)
Oh, God, that's wonderful,
mm, a-actually. (MOANS)
I like a sleigh ride,
I like a sleigh ride ♪
I like a sleigh ride,
I like a sleigh ride ♪
Jingle bells, jingle bells ♪
MALCOLM: 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?
- (DISTANT WARFARE)
- Sorry.
- That one.
- ELENA: Oskar
we might break with tradition this year
and, uh, keep the window closed, yeah?
OSKAR: But how will Baby Jesus get in?
Oh, don't worry, darling,
he'll weasel his way in somehow.
- (HELICOPTER ROARS ABOVE)
- (ITEMS CLINKING)
- 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.
Um, yeah, and we'll-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.
- (NEARBY RUMBLING)
- And we'll just, um,
yeah, we'll keep inside, and, uh,
Herbert will keep us safe, yeah?
Jingle bells ♪
- (RUMBLING)
- (ITEMS CLINKING)
Family photo! Yeah.
- Family photo.
- Oh, what fun it is to ride ♪
- In a one-horse open sleigh ♪
- There we are.
- Jingle bells, jingle bells ♪
- Smiling, hm.
- Jingle all the way ♪
- (CAMERA CLICKING)
Oh, what fun it is to ride ♪
Smiling. Happy, happy, happy, happy.
- In a one-horse open sleigh ♪
- (HELICOPTER RUMBLING)
I like a sleigh ride ♪
(EXPLOSIONS)
(PLUCKY, ORCHESTRAL THEME PLAYING)
♪♪
(THEME CONCLUDES)
- 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?!
Uh, it's, uh, mine.
(SOFTLY) 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?
- (LIGHTS ZAPPING)
Jesus.
I mean, what the hell
are we all waiting for?
(LAUGHS) For "The Barber of Seville"
to play like it did in '92. (LAUGHING)
I was joking. There's not
gonna be a coup, alright?
Just keep your head down.
(HELICOPTERS RUMBLING)
Come on, let's get on with it!
- Look, Victor, we have to discuss our options.
- Hm.
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.
(HUSHED) 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.
(DOOR OPENS)
(HERBERT CLEARS THROAT)
(KISSING, MOANING)
(ELENA MOANS, GIGGLES)
- (HERBERT CLEARS THROAT)
- (ELENA GIGGLES, EXHALES)
Oh, some new faces I'm seeing.
Since those traitors have left us.
Yes, Madam, um, 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.
- (ELENA SIGHS)
- And, uh, may I say, your Yuletide decorations are
enchanting this year, Madam.
Let's hear from our
new Defense Minister.
Um
Happy Noel, Madam.
Um
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.
Uh, 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, uh, 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. (CHUCKLES)
(PLAYFULLY) Stop it!
(CLEARS THROAT)
Uh, Madam?
- Yeah?
- SINGER: On the comms of it all?
YouGov polling shows that
barely half your support remains.
Mm, yeah, fake CIA
numbers, but, uh, 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, 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.
(SCOFFS) Oh, please. Please.
This is Central Europe.
No one is starving.
No, I won't bribe my
people for their love.
Uh, 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!
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
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!
- Oh.
- Understood?
Thank you, Herbert.
Ladies. Gentlemen.
(DOOR CLOSES)
♪♪
(WIND BLOWING)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)
(DISTANT EXPLOSIONS)
(PETER INHALES)
(RADIO CHATTER)
It's gettin' late, ya know?
I should tell you somethin'.
I know. (CHUCKLES)
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.
(DISTANT EXPLOSIONS)
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.
(LIGHT, TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
I'm not lettin' ya say no, okay?
Whatever this place was
for ya, it's over now.
Gather what you need.
♪♪
(RADIO CHATTER)
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, 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, um, 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
- (DISTANT RUMBLING)
- (BIRDS CHIRPING)
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.
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(DOOR OPENS)
Daddy, this is Herbert.
Herbert, this is Daddy.
Sir.
Um
Daddy, we've been doing a lot of work,
um, 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.
(PLUCKY, TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(SINGERS VOCALIZING)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(DISTANT EXPLOSIONS)
Hm.
(CHUCKLES)
Hm.
- (LOUD EXPLOSION)
- Ooh. (CHUCKLES)
That was a big one, wasn't it?
It's rather cozy in here, though,
knowing they can't get us.
- (SLIGHT CHUCKLE)
- (KNOCKS ON DOOR)
Yeah?
Yes, Agnes?
Oh, is it six already?
Well, I'll let you have
your 20 minutes with him. Mm.
I'll see you later, baby.
(AGNES SIGHS)
Hope you've not been touching that.
- Elena.
- Elena? You called the-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?
AGNES: Do ya know, if ya like fish,
(WHISPERS) I can get you a goldfish.
(SOFTLY) How 'bout that?
Would you like that?
(NORMAL) So the French.
Been meaning to talk to you about this.
Um, the French sometimes
smell of sweated onions
and, uh
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
(WHISPERS) they make a lovely tart.
Would you like a French tart?
I think you would.
Yeah, you would.
(LIGHT, MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYING)
(WATER GURGLING)
(SINGER VOCALIZING)
- (SPLASHES)
- (GASPING)
(MUSIC INTENSIFIES)
(GASPING ECHOES)
(EXHALES)
She did nothing!
MARINA: I-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.
- ELENA: 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, a healthy dream,
- a lovely dream.
- Yeah.
MARINA: Your unconscious is telling you
Elena trusts you to
swim all on your own,
to be self-actualized.
What does that mean?
MARINA: It means taking charge, Herbert,
and reaching your full potential.
- That's it.
- Right, Elena?
Yeah, right. That's You see,
that is exactly
that's very good that.
That's the whole point of this.
My love, I want you to thrive.
(DISTANT EXPLOSION)
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
Deck the halls with boughs of holly ♪
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la ♪
- 'Tis the season to be jolly ♪
- (CAMERA CLICKING)
- Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la ♪
- Mother?
Yes, darling?
- When will they kill Elena?
- What?!
- My fish.
- Oh! (CHUCKLING) No.
Don't worry about her.
She's had a fine fishy life.
- It's starting, my love.
- (TURNS ON TV)
(FESTIVE MUSIC PLAYING ON TV)
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.
Eh, at least the blackouts mean
half the country won't see it.
C-Can we talk about anything else?
"Come downstairs," you said.
"Just a drink and a
wallow," you promised.
How close are the rebels now?
LEO HUBER: Huh, based on my last update,
about seven kilometers from the palace?
- And gaining.
- Tidings of comfort and joy.
(FESTIVE MUSIC PLAYING ON TV)
♪♪
- Dear country women, dear country men
- SINGER: 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
(MOCKING NICHOLAS) Lucky fucker.
I'd love to overdose on sleeping pills
and then moan around the Alps.
also forgiveness for
the trespasses of the heart.
- (DISTANT EXPLOSIONS)
- 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, uh, open our gifts, shall we?
Oh. (CHUCKLES) You're worse than Oskar.
- Go on, then.
- (HERBERT EXHALES)
- (NICHOLAS SPEAKING ON TV)
- (HERBERT SINGS TO HIMSELF)
(EXHALES)
I wonder what it is. Goodness!
Did you, did you
Yes, do you like it?
Ye Y I-I, I Yes, I do, I do.
Yes, yes!
It's a Ah, well,
(STAMMERS) it's a profound example
of, of what they call a,
um, naive art, isn't it?
So, you-you do like it?
When describing art, "like," "dislike,"
they're not really useful terms.
I appreciate it.
Yeah.
Yeah.
So, where, where should we hang it?
- Um my love
- HERBERT ZUBAK: Here?
well, (SIGHS) maybe
the way you feel about me
is just too precious to be displayed
- Yeah, here is better.
- but, (SIGHS) but I-I-I do love it.
- You do?
- Yes, I do.
- (DISTANT EXPLOSIONS)
- Here.
Thank you.
("JINGLE BELLS" PLAYING ON TV)
Time for your gift.
♪♪
Ha. Oh dear, it's so heavy. (CHUCKLES)
(TECHNO CHRISTMAS MUSIC PLAYING)
Oskar. Oskar. Oskar.
♪♪
(SIGHS)
It's among the finest
in the world, apparently.
German.
They did show me a few,
but this one spoke to me.
It, um, seemed the most you.
Mm-hmm.
It's art, do you know? But functional.
Well, you're not
exactly easy to shop for.
Thank you. (STAMMERS)
I-I appreciate it.
Well, I love it, personally.
Just will be a tick.
- (CAR ALARM SOUNDING)
- (DISTANT EXPLOSIONS)
AGNES (HUSHED): Oskar! Oskar!
Come back inside! What are you doing?!
What are you doing with the fish?!
They'll kill her!
Oh, come here.
(SIGHS)
God.
It is awful, I know. I know.
(MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYING)
I tell you what, you were
born in a horrible time,
and I'm really sorry for that.
(SIGHS)
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?
- (EXPLOSIONS)
- (SINGER VOCALIZING)
Just chuck her in.
("SANTA BABY" PLAYING)
Santa baby, just slip a sable ♪
Under the tree for me ♪
Been an awful good girl ♪
Santa baby, so hurry
down the chimney tonight ♪
- (APPLAUSE ON TV)
- That's right.
♪♪
Santa baby, a '54 convertible, too ♪
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.
- SINGER: 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?
I want a yacht and
really that's not a lot ♪
- 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.
(SIGHS)
- 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
- A ring, I don't mean on the phone ♪
- power is reverted
to, well us.
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
And how are you?
(SIGHS) Nicky, don't
do that voice, please.
That sad, theatrical voice.
- I-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-I'm sorry.
- (SIGHS) Stop apologizing.
See, that's my point.
Just stop being so hurt.
- Please.
- Okay.
I will try (LAUGHS) 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-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.
(SPEAKING FRENCH)
No
(SPEAKING FRENCH)
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.
- (MUFFLED EXPLOSION)
- Do you promise you won't?
You mustn't, alright?
- (NICHOLAS CRYING)
- Just do promise. Just say it.
Promise?
- I'm I-I promise.
- Promise?
- Yeah, I promise.
- Alright.
(WHISPERS) Merry Christmas.
(SOFTLY) We'll speak again soon.
Yes?
- Alright Bye. Bye-bye.
- (NICHOLAS WHIMPERING)
(DISTANT EXPLOSIONS)
(CHUCKLES)
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. (CHUCKLES)
We've been over all of this.
I need your promise.
Swear to me that you will
never abandon me again.
(SIGHS)
Swear to me.
I swear to you.
I promise.
I would never leave you.
Never.
(DRUNKENLY) We shoot the ox
first. He's too dangerous.
(DRUNKENLY) We'd
transfer executive power
to a, 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!
(DRUNKENLY) Uh, no, I-I-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.
- (APPLAUSE ON TV)
- (PERSON SPEAKING ON TV)
Oh, look at this wobbly tart.
ANNA GREBETZ (ON TV):
understands the needs of the people,
and is so caring to all the people of
- (STATIC)
- Oh, nothing fucking works in this doss house!
(OPERA SINGING ON TV)
Oh, my God! "The Barber of Seville"!
(GASPS)
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, (SIGHS) my love, it's fine.
- This is what they do to get my attention.
- This is not good, Elena.
- (KNOCKS ON DOOR)
- (ELENA GASPS)
♪♪
(KNOCKS ON DOOR)
Go inside, go inside, go inside.
- GUARD (SHOUTS): Don't shoot, don't shoot!
- (ELENA SCREAMS)
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
Don't move! On the
ground! Show me your hands!
- Show me your hands! Show me your hands!
- I'm here to pro
I'm here to protect her!
HERBERT: Identify yourself!
Sergeant Hartl, sir!
We've, uh, we've established
a three-ring perimeter
ar-around the palace and the grounds,
as per your contingency
instructions, sir!
♪♪
(DISTANT EXPLOSIONS)
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?
HARTL: I'll find out.
- Go.
- HARTL: You two stay.
- (DOOR CLOSES)
- (SIGHS)
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?
(NEARBY EXPLOSIONS, GUNFIRE)
- (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
- (INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
SOLDIER: Go, go, go, go! Move it!
This way!
(NEWS INTRO MUSIC PLAYS)
"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.
- REPORTER: "In the coming days,
Chancellor Vernham will
be brought to justice "
What are they resisting
with? Cabbages? (SIGHS)
Your ministers, Madam Chancellor.
Corporal, I found them in the disco.
They've been there all night.
VICTOR SCHIFF: Madam
Chancellor, the disloyalty shown
by these Western-backed demons is
(STAMMERS) 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.
(SIGHS)
- 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.
- (MUMBLES) No.
- Nobody really wants that.
- VICTOR: No, never, Madam.
No, no, of course not.
(SIGHS) Oh, what do
you suggest, my love?
(NEARBY EXPLOSIONS)
(HERBERT TAKES DEEP BREATH)
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
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. N-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-how would it,
um, how-how do we
- SINGER: We close-door the debate.
- ELENA: Exactly.
And the hearing, we fast-track it
for a simple majority
through parliament.
- ELENA: 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. This It, it,
it must happen tonight.
- Y-Yes.
- You will do it?
You will, you will do it for me?
(SINGERS VOCALIZING)
- Yes?
- Yes, I will do it.
Sure, yes.
(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
Right, gentlemen, Singer, speech time.
(ANTICIPATORY MUSIC PLAYING)
SINGER: Elena will deliver
her farewell address
live through social media,
and directly following the
outgoing Chancellor's address,
a, uh, 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.
♪♪
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(NEARBY EXPLOSIONS)
ELENA (SOFTLY): 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, it's all happening.
And I'll be right
here watching over you.
DIRECTOR: We're ready, Madam.
(QUIET CHATTER)
(EXHALING)
Five, four
Wait, wait.
(EXHALES)
- DIRECTOR: Ready?
- (SNIFFS) 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.
- (NEARBY EXPLOSION)
But this is not the full picture.
(QUIET, APPREHENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)
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 ch a change.
A very important change to happen
soon.
Quite soon.
You see, (SIGHS) today
- (PEOPLE SHOUTING)
- SPEAKER: Get back, get back!
- I w I w I
- (FRANTIC CHATTER)
- 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!
- ELENA: What?!
- Take this.
- You stay behind me.
- Herbert Wh-What
- (INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
- (SHOUTING, CHAOS)
- (ITEMS BREAKING)
- Stay behind me.
(ELENA PANTING)
- HARTL: Crew on floor nine, are you secure?
- (GUNFIRE)
♪♪
- (PEOPLE YELLING)
- Move!
- Floor nine, are you secure?
- (ELENA YELLS)
AUTOMATED ELEVATOR VOICE: Going up.
Oh, God, what's happening?
What's happening now?
- (LIGHTS ZAPPING)
- (ELENA PANICKING)
- HERBERT: Fuck! Shit!
- ELENA: No!
♪♪
(PEOPLE SHOUTING)
- Fuck!
- (ELENA WHISPERING, WHIMPERING)
Keep me safe. Daddy.
Daddy. Daddy. Daddy.
- (BANGING ON DOOR)
- (RADIO CHATTER)
What's happening?!
(GRUNTS)
- (PANICKED CHATTER)
- (ALARM SOUNDING)
HERBERT: Stay behind me, stay behind me.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
♪♪
Go, go, go!
- (SHOUTING)
- (ITEMS BREAKING)
♪♪
(GUNSHOTS)
(REBELS CHEERING)
♪♪
(CAR HONKING)
- (INDISTINCT YELLING)
- HARTL: We have the Chancellor!
She's not the Chancellor, you calf!
She's just some fucking woman!
- Let her in!
- Shut the door!
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
- HARTL: All of you, out!
- (GUNSHOTS)
(ELENA SCREAMS)
Farewell, my fucking cuckoo!
♪♪
♪♪
(PEOPLE SHOUTING, CHANTING)
Get away from there.
- (GUNFIRE)
- (CHEERING)
♪♪
(ALL CHEERING)
(MUFFLED SHOUTING, GUNFIRE)
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(HEAVY BREATHING)
(DOOR SLAMS)
- GUARD: Don't shoot!
- (ELENA YELPS)
It's the Corporal, stand down.
(MUFFLED SHOUTING)
♪♪
Move!
(MUSIC INTENSIFIES)
- (MUFFLED SHOUTING)
- (ELENA PANTING)
- Go down Down, Elena.
- GUARD: Go, go, go.
- (SHOUTING)
- (GUNFIRE)
♪♪
(BOTH PANTING)
- Oh, we forgot Oskar.
- No, no, no, we can't.
- We can't, we can't, we can't, we can't.
- Fuck! Shit!
- (GUNFIRE)
- (GLASS SHATTERING)
(SHOUTING)
♪♪
(MUFFLED GUNFIRE)
(OSKAR CRYING)
(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)
(SINGER VOCALIZING)
(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(BOTH PANTING)
HERBERT: Hurry up.
(SHOUTING)
(HEAVY BREATHING ECHOING)
(MUSIC FADES OUT)
(SOLEMN MUSIC PLAYING)
(SINGERS VOCALIZING)
♪♪
(RUMBLING)
SPEAKER: Biting doesn't
necessarily signify aggression.
Dreams about biting our partner
may reveal a desire
to establish intimacy.
Yes, but I, 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?
- MARINA: Exactly.
- Yeah. So, by biting her hand
- ELENA VERNHAM: 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-a safe space
for you to work through that.
Yes Yes.
- MARINA: Mm-hmm.
- Yes, I guess so.
Good, good. Okay, so, today's homework,
I want you to focus on fixing
what truly wounds Elena, hm?
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.
- (HERBERT MOANING)
(BOTH MOANING)
ELENA: Ah!
Ha-ha! No biting!
- (HEAVY BREATHING)
- Oh, well done.
No biting.
No biting.
Oh, my darling.
(EXHALES)
Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful.
(BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY)
(DISTANT RUMBLE)
What is it?
It's Kerbel Heights, probably.
They're coming closer.
Oh, no, no.
I don't mean the rebels, hm?
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?
(SIGHS)
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.
- (SIGHS)
- (RUMBLING CONTINUES)
Listen, how about this?
You be you and I'll be me, yeah?
Two little lunatics
who fit like a glove.
- (MISSILE WHISTLES, EXPLODES)
- (HERBERT CHUCKLES)
Oh, God, that's wonderful,
mm, a-actually. (MOANS)
I like a sleigh ride,
I like a sleigh ride ♪
I like a sleigh ride,
I like a sleigh ride ♪
Jingle bells, jingle bells ♪
MALCOLM: 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?
- (DISTANT WARFARE)
- Sorry.
- That one.
- ELENA: Oskar
we might break with tradition this year
and, uh, keep the window closed, yeah?
OSKAR: But how will Baby Jesus get in?
Oh, don't worry, darling,
he'll weasel his way in somehow.
- (HELICOPTER ROARS ABOVE)
- (ITEMS CLINKING)
- 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.
Um, yeah, and we'll-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.
- (NEARBY RUMBLING)
- And we'll just, um,
yeah, we'll keep inside, and, uh,
Herbert will keep us safe, yeah?
Jingle bells ♪
- (RUMBLING)
- (ITEMS CLINKING)
Family photo! Yeah.
- Family photo.
- Oh, what fun it is to ride ♪
- In a one-horse open sleigh ♪
- There we are.
- Jingle bells, jingle bells ♪
- Smiling, hm.
- Jingle all the way ♪
- (CAMERA CLICKING)
Oh, what fun it is to ride ♪
Smiling. Happy, happy, happy, happy.
- In a one-horse open sleigh ♪
- (HELICOPTER RUMBLING)
I like a sleigh ride ♪
(EXPLOSIONS)
(PLUCKY, ORCHESTRAL THEME PLAYING)
♪♪
(THEME CONCLUDES)
- 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?!
Uh, it's, uh, mine.
(SOFTLY) 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?
- (LIGHTS ZAPPING)
Jesus.
I mean, what the hell
are we all waiting for?
(LAUGHS) For "The Barber of Seville"
to play like it did in '92. (LAUGHING)
I was joking. There's not
gonna be a coup, alright?
Just keep your head down.
(HELICOPTERS RUMBLING)
Come on, let's get on with it!
- Look, Victor, we have to discuss our options.
- Hm.
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.
(HUSHED) 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.
(DOOR OPENS)
(HERBERT CLEARS THROAT)
(KISSING, MOANING)
(ELENA MOANS, GIGGLES)
- (HERBERT CLEARS THROAT)
- (ELENA GIGGLES, EXHALES)
Oh, some new faces I'm seeing.
Since those traitors have left us.
Yes, Madam, um, 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.
- (ELENA SIGHS)
- And, uh, may I say, your Yuletide decorations are
enchanting this year, Madam.
Let's hear from our
new Defense Minister.
Um
Happy Noel, Madam.
Um
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.
Uh, 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, uh, 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. (CHUCKLES)
(PLAYFULLY) Stop it!
(CLEARS THROAT)
Uh, Madam?
- Yeah?
- SINGER: On the comms of it all?
YouGov polling shows that
barely half your support remains.
Mm, yeah, fake CIA
numbers, but, uh, 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, 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.
(SCOFFS) Oh, please. Please.
This is Central Europe.
No one is starving.
No, I won't bribe my
people for their love.
Uh, 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!
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
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!
- Oh.
- Understood?
Thank you, Herbert.
Ladies. Gentlemen.
(DOOR CLOSES)
♪♪
(WIND BLOWING)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)
(DISTANT EXPLOSIONS)
(PETER INHALES)
(RADIO CHATTER)
It's gettin' late, ya know?
I should tell you somethin'.
I know. (CHUCKLES)
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.
(DISTANT EXPLOSIONS)
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.
(LIGHT, TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
I'm not lettin' ya say no, okay?
Whatever this place was
for ya, it's over now.
Gather what you need.
♪♪
(RADIO CHATTER)
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, 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, um, 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
- (DISTANT RUMBLING)
- (BIRDS CHIRPING)
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.
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(DOOR OPENS)
Daddy, this is Herbert.
Herbert, this is Daddy.
Sir.
Um
Daddy, we've been doing a lot of work,
um, 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.
(PLUCKY, TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(SINGERS VOCALIZING)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(DISTANT EXPLOSIONS)
Hm.
(CHUCKLES)
Hm.
- (LOUD EXPLOSION)
- Ooh. (CHUCKLES)
That was a big one, wasn't it?
It's rather cozy in here, though,
knowing they can't get us.
- (SLIGHT CHUCKLE)
- (KNOCKS ON DOOR)
Yeah?
Yes, Agnes?
Oh, is it six already?
Well, I'll let you have
your 20 minutes with him. Mm.
I'll see you later, baby.
(AGNES SIGHS)
Hope you've not been touching that.
- Elena.
- Elena? You called the-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?
AGNES: Do ya know, if ya like fish,
(WHISPERS) I can get you a goldfish.
(SOFTLY) How 'bout that?
Would you like that?
(NORMAL) So the French.
Been meaning to talk to you about this.
Um, the French sometimes
smell of sweated onions
and, uh
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
(WHISPERS) they make a lovely tart.
Would you like a French tart?
I think you would.
Yeah, you would.
(LIGHT, MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYING)
(WATER GURGLING)
(SINGER VOCALIZING)
- (SPLASHES)
- (GASPING)
(MUSIC INTENSIFIES)
(GASPING ECHOES)
(EXHALES)
She did nothing!
MARINA: I-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.
- ELENA: 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, a healthy dream,
- a lovely dream.
- Yeah.
MARINA: Your unconscious is telling you
Elena trusts you to
swim all on your own,
to be self-actualized.
What does that mean?
MARINA: It means taking charge, Herbert,
and reaching your full potential.
- That's it.
- Right, Elena?
Yeah, right. That's You see,
that is exactly
that's very good that.
That's the whole point of this.
My love, I want you to thrive.
(DISTANT EXPLOSION)
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
Deck the halls with boughs of holly ♪
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la ♪
- 'Tis the season to be jolly ♪
- (CAMERA CLICKING)
- Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la ♪
- Mother?
Yes, darling?
- When will they kill Elena?
- What?!
- My fish.
- Oh! (CHUCKLING) No.
Don't worry about her.
She's had a fine fishy life.
- It's starting, my love.
- (TURNS ON TV)
(FESTIVE MUSIC PLAYING ON TV)
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.
Eh, at least the blackouts mean
half the country won't see it.
C-Can we talk about anything else?
"Come downstairs," you said.
"Just a drink and a
wallow," you promised.
How close are the rebels now?
LEO HUBER: Huh, based on my last update,
about seven kilometers from the palace?
- And gaining.
- Tidings of comfort and joy.
(FESTIVE MUSIC PLAYING ON TV)
♪♪
- Dear country women, dear country men
- SINGER: 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
(MOCKING NICHOLAS) Lucky fucker.
I'd love to overdose on sleeping pills
and then moan around the Alps.
also forgiveness for
the trespasses of the heart.
- (DISTANT EXPLOSIONS)
- 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, uh, open our gifts, shall we?
Oh. (CHUCKLES) You're worse than Oskar.
- Go on, then.
- (HERBERT EXHALES)
- (NICHOLAS SPEAKING ON TV)
- (HERBERT SINGS TO HIMSELF)
(EXHALES)
I wonder what it is. Goodness!
Did you, did you
Yes, do you like it?
Ye Y I-I, I Yes, I do, I do.
Yes, yes!
It's a Ah, well,
(STAMMERS) it's a profound example
of, of what they call a,
um, naive art, isn't it?
So, you-you do like it?
When describing art, "like," "dislike,"
they're not really useful terms.
I appreciate it.
Yeah.
Yeah.
So, where, where should we hang it?
- Um my love
- HERBERT ZUBAK: Here?
well, (SIGHS) maybe
the way you feel about me
is just too precious to be displayed
- Yeah, here is better.
- but, (SIGHS) but I-I-I do love it.
- You do?
- Yes, I do.
- (DISTANT EXPLOSIONS)
- Here.
Thank you.
("JINGLE BELLS" PLAYING ON TV)
Time for your gift.
♪♪
Ha. Oh dear, it's so heavy. (CHUCKLES)
(TECHNO CHRISTMAS MUSIC PLAYING)
Oskar. Oskar. Oskar.
♪♪
(SIGHS)
It's among the finest
in the world, apparently.
German.
They did show me a few,
but this one spoke to me.
It, um, seemed the most you.
Mm-hmm.
It's art, do you know? But functional.
Well, you're not
exactly easy to shop for.
Thank you. (STAMMERS)
I-I appreciate it.
Well, I love it, personally.
Just will be a tick.
- (CAR ALARM SOUNDING)
- (DISTANT EXPLOSIONS)
AGNES (HUSHED): Oskar! Oskar!
Come back inside! What are you doing?!
What are you doing with the fish?!
They'll kill her!
Oh, come here.
(SIGHS)
God.
It is awful, I know. I know.
(MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYING)
I tell you what, you were
born in a horrible time,
and I'm really sorry for that.
(SIGHS)
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?
- (EXPLOSIONS)
- (SINGER VOCALIZING)
Just chuck her in.
("SANTA BABY" PLAYING)
Santa baby, just slip a sable ♪
Under the tree for me ♪
Been an awful good girl ♪
Santa baby, so hurry
down the chimney tonight ♪
- (APPLAUSE ON TV)
- That's right.
♪♪
Santa baby, a '54 convertible, too ♪
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.
- SINGER: 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?
I want a yacht and
really that's not a lot ♪
- 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.
(SIGHS)
- 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
- A ring, I don't mean on the phone ♪
- power is reverted
to, well us.
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
And how are you?
(SIGHS) Nicky, don't
do that voice, please.
That sad, theatrical voice.
- I-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-I'm sorry.
- (SIGHS) Stop apologizing.
See, that's my point.
Just stop being so hurt.
- Please.
- Okay.
I will try (LAUGHS) 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-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.
(SPEAKING FRENCH)
No
(SPEAKING FRENCH)
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.
- (MUFFLED EXPLOSION)
- Do you promise you won't?
You mustn't, alright?
- (NICHOLAS CRYING)
- Just do promise. Just say it.
Promise?
- I'm I-I promise.
- Promise?
- Yeah, I promise.
- Alright.
(WHISPERS) Merry Christmas.
(SOFTLY) We'll speak again soon.
Yes?
- Alright Bye. Bye-bye.
- (NICHOLAS WHIMPERING)
(DISTANT EXPLOSIONS)
(CHUCKLES)
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. (CHUCKLES)
We've been over all of this.
I need your promise.
Swear to me that you will
never abandon me again.
(SIGHS)
Swear to me.
I swear to you.
I promise.
I would never leave you.
Never.
(DRUNKENLY) We shoot the ox
first. He's too dangerous.
(DRUNKENLY) We'd
transfer executive power
to a, 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!
(DRUNKENLY) Uh, no, I-I-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.
- (APPLAUSE ON TV)
- (PERSON SPEAKING ON TV)
Oh, look at this wobbly tart.
ANNA GREBETZ (ON TV):
understands the needs of the people,
and is so caring to all the people of
- (STATIC)
- Oh, nothing fucking works in this doss house!
(OPERA SINGING ON TV)
Oh, my God! "The Barber of Seville"!
(GASPS)
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, (SIGHS) my love, it's fine.
- This is what they do to get my attention.
- This is not good, Elena.
- (KNOCKS ON DOOR)
- (ELENA GASPS)
♪♪
(KNOCKS ON DOOR)
Go inside, go inside, go inside.
- GUARD (SHOUTS): Don't shoot, don't shoot!
- (ELENA SCREAMS)
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
Don't move! On the
ground! Show me your hands!
- Show me your hands! Show me your hands!
- I'm here to pro
I'm here to protect her!
HERBERT: Identify yourself!
Sergeant Hartl, sir!
We've, uh, we've established
a three-ring perimeter
ar-around the palace and the grounds,
as per your contingency
instructions, sir!
♪♪
(DISTANT EXPLOSIONS)
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?
HARTL: I'll find out.
- Go.
- HARTL: You two stay.
- (DOOR CLOSES)
- (SIGHS)
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?
(NEARBY EXPLOSIONS, GUNFIRE)
- (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
- (INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
SOLDIER: Go, go, go, go! Move it!
This way!
(NEWS INTRO MUSIC PLAYS)
"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.
- REPORTER: "In the coming days,
Chancellor Vernham will
be brought to justice "
What are they resisting
with? Cabbages? (SIGHS)
Your ministers, Madam Chancellor.
Corporal, I found them in the disco.
They've been there all night.
VICTOR SCHIFF: Madam
Chancellor, the disloyalty shown
by these Western-backed demons is
(STAMMERS) 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.
(SIGHS)
- 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.
- (MUMBLES) No.
- Nobody really wants that.
- VICTOR: No, never, Madam.
No, no, of course not.
(SIGHS) Oh, what do
you suggest, my love?
(NEARBY EXPLOSIONS)
(HERBERT TAKES DEEP BREATH)
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
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. N-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-how would it,
um, how-how do we
- SINGER: We close-door the debate.
- ELENA: Exactly.
And the hearing, we fast-track it
for a simple majority
through parliament.
- ELENA: 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. This It, it,
it must happen tonight.
- Y-Yes.
- You will do it?
You will, you will do it for me?
(SINGERS VOCALIZING)
- Yes?
- Yes, I will do it.
Sure, yes.
(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
Right, gentlemen, Singer, speech time.
(ANTICIPATORY MUSIC PLAYING)
SINGER: Elena will deliver
her farewell address
live through social media,
and directly following the
outgoing Chancellor's address,
a, uh, 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.
♪♪
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(NEARBY EXPLOSIONS)
ELENA (SOFTLY): 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, it's all happening.
And I'll be right
here watching over you.
DIRECTOR: We're ready, Madam.
(QUIET CHATTER)
(EXHALING)
Five, four
Wait, wait.
(EXHALES)
- DIRECTOR: Ready?
- (SNIFFS) 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.
- (NEARBY EXPLOSION)
But this is not the full picture.
(QUIET, APPREHENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)
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 ch a change.
A very important change to happen
soon.
Quite soon.
You see, (SIGHS) today
- (PEOPLE SHOUTING)
- SPEAKER: Get back, get back!
- I w I w I
- (FRANTIC CHATTER)
- 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!
- ELENA: What?!
- Take this.
- You stay behind me.
- Herbert Wh-What
- (INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
- (SHOUTING, CHAOS)
- (ITEMS BREAKING)
- Stay behind me.
(ELENA PANTING)
- HARTL: Crew on floor nine, are you secure?
- (GUNFIRE)
♪♪
- (PEOPLE YELLING)
- Move!
- Floor nine, are you secure?
- (ELENA YELLS)
AUTOMATED ELEVATOR VOICE: Going up.
Oh, God, what's happening?
What's happening now?
- (LIGHTS ZAPPING)
- (ELENA PANICKING)
- HERBERT: Fuck! Shit!
- ELENA: No!
♪♪
(PEOPLE SHOUTING)
- Fuck!
- (ELENA WHISPERING, WHIMPERING)
Keep me safe. Daddy.
Daddy. Daddy. Daddy.
- (BANGING ON DOOR)
- (RADIO CHATTER)
What's happening?!
(GRUNTS)
- (PANICKED CHATTER)
- (ALARM SOUNDING)
HERBERT: Stay behind me, stay behind me.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
♪♪
Go, go, go!
- (SHOUTING)
- (ITEMS BREAKING)
♪♪
(GUNSHOTS)
(REBELS CHEERING)
♪♪
(CAR HONKING)
- (INDISTINCT YELLING)
- HARTL: We have the Chancellor!
She's not the Chancellor, you calf!
She's just some fucking woman!
- Let her in!
- Shut the door!
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
- HARTL: All of you, out!
- (GUNSHOTS)
(ELENA SCREAMS)
Farewell, my fucking cuckoo!
♪♪
♪♪
(PEOPLE SHOUTING, CHANTING)
Get away from there.
- (GUNFIRE)
- (CHEERING)
♪♪
(ALL CHEERING)
(MUFFLED SHOUTING, GUNFIRE)
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(HEAVY BREATHING)
(DOOR SLAMS)
- GUARD: Don't shoot!
- (ELENA YELPS)
It's the Corporal, stand down.
(MUFFLED SHOUTING)
♪♪
Move!
(MUSIC INTENSIFIES)
- (MUFFLED SHOUTING)
- (ELENA PANTING)
- Go down Down, Elena.
- GUARD: Go, go, go.
- (SHOUTING)
- (GUNFIRE)
♪♪
(BOTH PANTING)
- Oh, we forgot Oskar.
- No, no, no, we can't.
- We can't, we can't, we can't, we can't.
- Fuck! Shit!
- (GUNFIRE)
- (GLASS SHATTERING)
(SHOUTING)
♪♪
(MUFFLED GUNFIRE)
(OSKAR CRYING)
(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)
(SINGER VOCALIZING)
(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(BOTH PANTING)
HERBERT: Hurry up.
(SHOUTING)
(HEAVY BREATHING ECHOING)
(MUSIC FADES OUT)
(SOLEMN MUSIC PLAYING)
(SINGERS VOCALIZING)
♪♪